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Nudity

By: JamesSD



It's interesting that we have a term for being naked that is "in the nude". This implies that nudity is as much a place as a state of being. "Nude" has a more artistic ring to it than "naked". "I photograph naked women for a living" vs. "I photograph nude women for a living" have very different rings to it. So do "I went over to his house, and he was naked when he opened the door" vs. "and he was nude when he opened the door". "Nude" implies something more natural, more casual, and more sophisticated.

A few years ago good female friend of mine and I were having a discussion about nudity while watching a recent movie where the female lead, an up and coming starlet, bares her breasts for several seconds in the film. My friend immediately proclaimed "Now that wasn't necessary. They just stuck that in there to get horny guys to go see the movie." I agreed that in this particular film it was a bit gratuitous. This particular film went to great lengths to cover the man's naked body, including his genitals and buttocks, while her butt and breasts were exposed for several seconds.

"There's such a double standard" my friend went on. "You see women naked in movies all the time, but hardly any guys."

"Well, you really only see tits in most R rated movies, Mandy" I said, "and a lot of movies do show male asses."

"True, but I bet if you counted there would be more beaver shots than male full frontal nudity."

"I'm not sure what our culture's hang-up is about nudity anyways," I said. "We treat nudity like its some huge thing. Like we don't know what it looks like underneath anyways.

"Well I blame men," Mandy retorted. "You over sexualize the sight of a naked woman. Women can't even breast feed in public because American men have over sexualized the naked female breast."

"You have a point. But if I was naked right now, you'd think about sex too. So it's not just a guy thing."

"Oh would I?" She asked, a bit of a grin on her face. "I bet you you're wrong. You could be buck naked, balls to the wind and I wouldn't think about sex."

"How can we prove it though? If I was the one looking at you naked, I would show obvious signs of physical arousal. But I admit that the sight of you naked would do that to me."

She actually blushed when I said that. "You trust me, right?" She finally asked. "I promise I'll be honest." I was surprised she'd taken it this far.

Though we often talked about sex, and ccasionally flirted, this was the most direct we'd ever been. Then again, supposedly it wasn't about sex. "Ok, sure. But what are the stakes?"

She thought for a moment. "Me." She said quietly. I looked at her with a slightly puzzled look.

"If you take off your clothes and I can't go say... 10 minutes without thinking about sex, then I will give you a blowjob, or whatever else you want me to do to get you off. No sex though, but you can undress me."

"And if you don't?"

"You have to buy me dinner. Anywhere I choose."

"Deal" I said, and we shook on it.

"So what, should we do it right here?" We were in my apartment's living room, alone. "Should we set up a stopwatch or something?"

She giggled. "There's a clock on the VCR. Time starts when your "unit" comes into view."

I stood up and took off my shirt. Mandy and I had gone to the beach with a group of friends, so it's not like that was anything new to her.

Unfortunately, she was still giggling. Not necessarily at me, but at the situation. And knowing what I know about women, if they're giggling they aren't going to get turned on. "You're not taking this seriously." I said.

"Was that part of the bet?" She asked innocently. I unzipped my pants slowly, extending the time before time started as much as I could. I made sure not to be obvious that I was doing a bit of a striptease, but merely took my time undressing, moving quite slowly and gracefully.

My cock was about half erect in my boxers, which was ideal. It gave her a hint of what was underneath, and would look impressive when it came into view, and then inflated to its erect state.

"Ready?" I asked. She nodded, now serious, staring at me intently. I slid my boxers down, revealing my cock to her. I saw her eyes bulge out a bit, and her body physically reacted. I figured that within 15 seconds, the bet would be mine.

I stood there, naked for a moment, cock still half hard. Then I slowly turned around, showing her my ass. I looked at her again when I was facing her once more. Her eyes were glued to my dick. I imagined her lips wrapped around it, which made it swell up with blood. I'm a rather large guy, and I could tell that I was one of the biggest she'd ever seen.

"So?" I asked. She looked up, her trance broken. She looked slightly ashamed, and looked away. "You won" she said, almost a whisper. Then, she looked at me again, a slightly wicked gleam in her eyes. She got off the couch, crawled over to where I was standing, and grabbed my cock.

Her touch felt wonderful on me. Without hesitation she lifted her mouth to my swollen member and enveloped it with her warm wet lips. I love standing over a woman while she gives me head. There's something very powerful about that position to me, especially if she's on her knees.

I let her suck on me like that for a while. She was decent, but obviously not used to someone with my control, nor size. She sucked me rapidly, perhaps hoping to finish the bet quickly.

"Mandy" I said, and she looked up, cheeks still stuffed with my manhood. "Hold on a sec." She released my dick with a pop. "You said however I wanted to get off, as long as it wasn't sex. I want to give you a pearl necklace." She looked a bit confused. "I want to put my dick between your breasts and fuck them until I come on your neck... a string of pearls?" She laughed, and the tension of the previous moment was broken.

"Men." She said. "You see something in a porn movie and suddenly you want to do it with every girl you're with!" However her smile betrayed at least amusement at the suggestion.

Mandy is a great looking young woman. She's 23 and 5'9", with shoulder length blond hair, which usually is in the perfect state where it looks neat, yet still a bit wild. Her chest is quite impressive, probably a 36D, and is one of her biggest assets in attracting guys. Of course, one of her criteria for dating a man is if he can look her in the eyes when he speaks to her. She doesn't mind if she catches him looking down her shirt now and then, but she wants a man who dates her, not her tits. She has a nice face, though her smile often seems more sarcastic than anything. Her eyes are a beautiful shade of emerald, and are typically the second thing a guy notices about her.

She's not exactly into working out, though she eats healthy. The end result is she's got a little padding on her butt and thighs, but she can still wear a bikini with confidence. She's rather soft all over, giving her a very feminine look. She generally wears light make-up with skirts and blouses, and if you were just to see her across a room you might think she was a girly-girl.

But Mandy grew up with 3 older brothers. She really has a man's sense of humor, despite being a staunch feminist. Most of her friends are guys, though she rarely dates her friends. Mandy always seems to attract incredibly good looking assholes. They are sweet to her for a few months, until they get tired of fucking her, at which point their true colors come through. Mandy is strongly against the double standard to sexual behavior, so when she's attracted to a guy, she usually fucks him early in the relationship. She's shot down enough guys not to be considered easy though. I had often dreamed of getting with her in the past, but the timing had never been right. She had been dating Ben for the past 5 months, and while I had been single most of them, I had broken up with a girl I'd been dating for almost a year just after she started seeing Ben.

I had sat on the couch and told Mandy to undress for me. I was now looking at her naked form as she had mine, but I didn't have to try to control my arousal. I was amazed when she pulled down her tiny black Victoria's secret panties to reveal that she didn't have a single pubic hair on her pussy. Mandy was a baldie.

She looked a bit uncomfortable. "Ben liked it... so I waxed it. I guess I've just gotten used to it, and when I do hook up with a guy, they usually like it." She was now looking down at me, as I had crawled over from the couch between her legs. "May I?" I asked, indicating my desire to lick her.

"Please do" She said with a bit of a smile. I've never been able to resist licking a bald pussy. I know that some men and many women think it looks pre-pubescent, and that any man who likes that look is a pervert. But I like my women smooth. I believe in equality of the sexes, but if I met a beautiful woman who didn't shave her legs or armpits, I probably wouldn't sleep with her. For me, the pussy is just one more area of hair that can be done without. I love seeing a woman's genitals - you can't really get a good look when there is hair there. And I hate getting pubic hairs in my mouth when I go down on a girl. Landing strips and short trims usually are good enough to prevent this, but I'll always have a special place in my mind for baldies. I was showing Mandy just what I thought of her bald pussy with my tongue. I could tell I was having the intended effect, because her hands were caressing my hair and I had to help support her with my hands. Her pussy was gushing juices. I had her lay down and spread her legs wide, and after about 10 more minutes of licking, she spasmed in an intense orgasm.

When she recovered a bit she said "aren't YOU the one who won the bet?"

"I'm going to claim my prize right now" I said with a big grin. I straddled her torso, my big cock between her ample tits. Having obviously done this a time or two before, Mandy pushed her tits together for me, creating a nice tunnel of flesh. "Wow, you're a lot bigger than Ben." She said. I can definitely tell the difference. He loved doing this to me, and... wow!"

I had started thrusting a bit, and my cock head had popped through her breast flesh so that she had seen a glimpse of my head poking through. I started pushing it harder, so that more of it poked through and for a longer period of time. The third time she was ready for it, and darted her tongue out to lick the tip of it.

Licking her pussy had gotten me worked up, and fucking her tits was divine. I couldn't hold out any longer.

"Ready for your necklace?" I asked, and she nodded. I started fucking her tits hard, and felt my orgasm build. With one powerful thrust, I popped my cock through and exploded, shooting my load onto her neck. She jumped back a bit as the spurts came out, but as it turned into a dribble that dripped down she stuck her tongue out to lick the tip of my dick and capture the taste of my seed.

We didn't say much, and eventually she got up and took her clothes into my bathroom to clean up. I put mine back on, and she emerged perfectly put together, with no sign of what we had just done. She walked over to me, and kissed my cheek. "God James, I bet you're an amazing fuck. Too bad we'll never do it."

"What... why?"

"I love you as a friend. But you're not really my type. I suppose you've seen my type in action, and it shouldn't be my type. But I'm attracted to that whole great looking, driven in business, cocky sort of guy. You're cute, sweet, and a lot of fun. If we fuck, it's going to ruin our friendship, and I won't have that."

"but..."

"BUT... since we've already done this... and it seems our friendship isn't ruined... there's no reason we couldn't do this sort of thing again sometime. We shouldn't do it too much, but whenever we're both in the mood... At least until one of us finds a steady lover."

We shook on it, and the next couple months we would get each other off about once a week. She stuck to the deal of anything as long as it wasn't sex (she said that included anal). So one week she got me off with a straight blow job, swallowing my whole load, and the next I slid it between her ass cheeks and shot onto her back. The next time she gave me a wonderful hour long hand job while watching a movie, and the next I gave her a facial after another tit-fuck. I wasn't the only one having fun, as she got off from my hands, tongue and toys.

It was an interesting experience for me. I felt very satisfied at the end of our encounters, yet we never "had sex". If she had been a virgin when we started, she would have still been one 7 weeks later when I met Chloe and started dating her. We did practice unprotected oral sex, but the risks involved with oral for STDs are a lot less than with intercourse.

Mandy and I haven't both been single at the same time since then. But it was a great 7 weeks. We live in different cities now, but who knows about the future? We're still fantastic friends, and no one else knows what we did together.

Nudity & Sex



My family was brought up with the ideal that nudity was different than sex. Me, my sister, and my parents could all be naked around each other and it wasn't sexual, it was just the way we were. We weren't nudists, though, we didn't go to nudist colonies or nude beaches. But when we were at home, we would relax by taking off our clothes.

When my sister and I were little, there was no problem with that. I liked being naked, and so did my family. But when I advanced into the teenage years, I began to feel differently about our mutual nudity. I didn't dislike it by any means, in fact I started to really enjoy it. After I started getting erections, I thought maybe my parents would sit me down and lecture me about the difference between nudity and sex.

But instead, they didn't say anything about it. In fact, whenever I got a hard-on, they seemed to either ignore it or be amused by it. It was confusing, but as long as they didn't mind, I couldn't help it. Especially now that my sister had developed into quite a specimen.

Kathy, or "Kat" as we called her, seemed to turn eighteen overnight. She had always been skinny, which was unusual for girls as short as she was. But after she hit her peak height, the rest of her seemed to start filling out just right. She wasn't what I would call thick by any means, in fact she was very toned and athletic. And her constant nudity had allowed me to appreciate her sculpted curves as well. She had the greatest ass, and fairly generous breasts. In that way, along with her good looks, she took after our mother.

I took after our father, who was good-looking and nicely built too. Even though I was only nine months older than Kat, I think that I had developed faster, which was unusual for boys. But when Kate finally filled out and grew real breasts, she seemed to strut around the house like she wanted to show off to everyone.

That had the usual effect on me, and I found myself having straining erections everytime she bent over or leaned close to me. Like our parents, she never seemed bothered by it, in fact I think she felt embarrassed or flattered, because she always smiled when she saw my hard dick. Sometimes I think she would bend over right in front of me on purpose, giving me a splendid show of her ass or her heavy breasts swinging right in front of my face.

I had to fight the urge to reach out and grab them, and it was hard when she was constantly naked around me. I often wondered if seeing my hard dick aroused her, since I knew she was still a virgin and wasn't dating anyone. In fact, I was pretty sure that me and dad were the only guys she had ever seen naked.

Along with the nudity, our family had always been into mutual bathing. We didn't have a giant bathtub that we all got into together, but it wasn't uncommon for my sister to ask me to wash her hair for her, or for mom and dad to take a bath together.

This was when things changed, at least for me. Over time, mom and dad became more open with their affection. They were always touching each other, ever since I could remember. But I think that when Kat and I were "of age", they felt that they could display more of their sexuality to us.

That was weird at first, because the first instance that I remembered was walking in on them having sex in their room, and they saw me and didn't stop. We never really closed our doors, since there was nothing to hide, except for the occasional masturbatory session, which I would conduct in the bathroom. But we would never do anything sexual around each other. In fact, I never really knew if Kat masturbated or not, it just wasn't something that our family shared with each other.

So there I was, standing there in our parents' bedroom, watching them fuck. They were humping each other when I walked in, and they turned their heads when they heard me. They just smiled at me, and then returned their focus to each other. Dad was grunting as he thrust himself into mom, and mom moaned and whimpered.

I just froze, and felt like I wasn't even really there. But when mom had an orgasm, which I could identify by her screeching and clawing at dad's back, I started to get hard immediately. Dad was not far behind, and he thrust himself as deep into mom's pussy as he could and just held himself there as he spasmed. When they were finished, they pulled away from each other and looked over at me again. I couldn't help but stare at mom's pussy, which leaked some of dad's semen.

"Enjoy the show?" mom asked, letting me stare at her pussy.

"I think he really enjoyed it," dad said, nodding to my rock hard dick. "Why don't you go take care of it, son."

For some reason, I hurried out of their bedroom and disappeared into the bathroom, where I planned on following my dad's advice. It was like an instinct, and for some reason I instantly complied with it.

I locked the door and stood in front of the mirror. I stepped close to the sink and began stroking myself, planning on shooting my cum down the drain. It didn't take me long to get off, but before I had an orgasm, I heard someone try to turn the doorknob. Then there was a knock.

"Who's in there?" I heard Kat call out. "Why did you lock the door?"

Great, my sister needed to use the bathroom and I was in the middle of jerking off. We had always been comfortable sharing the bathroom, and I couldn't very well tell Kat to go away, since we had never locked each other out before.

"Uh, just a second," I stammered.

I took a deep breath and tried to relax, hoping my erection would die down. But I had been so close to cumming, I was staying rock hard.

"Come on," Kat said, "I really have to go. What are you doing in there?"

I still wasn't softening, but it wasn't like she never saw me with an erection. So I unlocked the door and she came bursting in. She didn't even bother looking at me before she hurried to the toilet. She was naked of course, and that wasn't helping me calm down.

She relieved herself, and even the sound of her urinating was kind of turning me on. I felt kind of ashamed, especially when she finally looked at me and saw my throbbing dick. She realized why I had locked the door, and couldn't hold back her smile.

"What were you doing in here?" she asked wickedly, still peeing.

I blushed, but there was no use in denying it or turning away.

"Nothing," I said sheepishly.

Kat finished going, and after flushing went to the sink to wash her hands. Then she turned the faucet off, dried her hands, and hopped up onto the counter. She sat there and stared at me, still smiling.

"Well?" she said. "Don't stop on my account."

"What?" I said in shock. "You don't honestly expect me to do that in front of you."

She giggled. "Why not? Pretend I'm not here."

Despite my embarrassment, I was still very erect.

"I saw mom and dad having sex," I said, as if trying to explain.

Kat laughed. "And that turned you on?" she said in amusement.

"I'm a guy, of course it did. They finished right as I walked in, and I saw mom's...you know...dripping."

Kat's smiled widened. She was getting a kick out of this, I could tell. She opened her legs and spread her pussy lips with her fingers right in front of me.

"You mean this?" she said mockingly. "I have one too, you know."

My eyes went wide. "I see that."

She just laughed, but she didn't close her legs. "You don't seem to get all flustered when you see me naked."

"Yeah, well, I do."

She seemed surprised. "You do? You masturbate thinking about me?"

I was so embarrassed, but I felt like I had to tell her. I just nodded.

"You're always naked around me and bending over, and I can't help it."

Kat thought for a moment. "You saw mom's pussy dripping dad's cum?"

I nodded. She seemed aroused thinking about that.

"Did they see you?" she asked.

"Yeah, they told me I should go relieve myself."

Kat burst out laughing, and it put me at ease. She was so hot sitting on the counter, with her legs spread and her breasts pushed out as she leaned back on her hands. She stopped laughing and saw me staring at her body.

"So go ahead," she said. "Relieve yourself."

I grew nervous. "Right now?"

"You can look at me if you want," she said, with a kind of softness that told me she was very aroused by the thought of me watching her while I masturbated.

My mind went kind of fuzzy and I was suddenly very horny. I instinctively began stroking myself, and Kat seemed very pleased. She spread her legs as far as she could, giving me a better view of her pussy. She seemed eager to please me in this way, and this was very new to me. Our family had never been sexually open with each other.

"Do you want me to talk while you do it?" Kat asked in her sensuous voice.

I only nodded, entranced by her body as I jerked off.

"Sometimes I think about you," she said, her eyes fixed on my masturbatory movements. "I love it when you get hard because of me. I like seeing your hard dick, and sometimes I imagine what it feels like. And even sometimes, what it tastes like."

That did it for me, and suddenly I was shooting jets of cum before I even knew I was cumming. The first spurt roped across Kat's stomach, and the second was even stronger and tagged her chest. She squealed in delight as I kept cumming and cumming, shooting sperm all over her. I even reached her neck with my most powerful shot, and finally emptied myself over her pussy.

It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen, my own sister covered in my sperm. She smiled brightly, enjoying it as much as I was. She loved feeling my cum run down her skin, and started rubbing it into her pussy.

"God, that feels good," she said.

I just stood there with my dick in my hand. Kat started to really rub her pussy, spreading her lips and playing with her clit. It was so hot watching her do that, and she started moaning and whimpering just like mom.

"Fuck," she said, closing her eyes as she rubbed herself. "Oh yeah...yeah...fuck!...yeah...oh, god...yes...oh my god!"

Her breathing became erratic, and suddenly she started spasming, arching her back and curling her toes. She whined and bucked her hips as she climaxed, gyrating around on the countertop as she came. Finally, she relaxed and sighed, smiling at me.

"That was great," she said, panting. She looked so sexy, her skin glistening with sweat and cum.

"Yeah," I agreed dumbfoundedly.

Kat hopped off the counter and went to the bathtub. "Join me?"

I nodded stupidly, and stared at her ass as she turned her back to me. She leaned over the edge of the bathtub and turned the water on, and I walked up behind her and pressed my hard cock between her ass cheeks. She purred and wiggled her butt against me.

"You're ready for more already?" she smiled. "Do you want to fuck my ass cheeks?"

I replied by sliding my dick up and down her crack. Since we probably wouldn't actually fuck, at least not yet, we would probably do everything else until we were ready.

We both got into the tub when it was full, and I washed Kat's body. This time, it wasn't just her hair. I washed her everywhere, her front and her back, and every nook. Kat washed me too, and seemed to spend a lot of time cleaning my rock hard penis. She loved the way it felt, and when she didn't stop washing me, I took that to mean she was trying to jack me off.

I let her do whatever she wanted, and she was really good at it. Before long, I tensed up and came, shooting sperm all over myself and her. She milked every drop from me, and after we were clean again we just rested against each other.

After that, we became very comfortable with each others' bodies. When mom and dad weren't around, we would masturbate each other. We both knew it would eventually progress further, but for now we were enjoying ourselves and loving every minute of it.



Nudity at English Garden in Munich



I was a student visiting Munich, spending the morning at the art museum to get out of the blistering heat. I was wearing my jeans and red blouse with the buttons down the front; not the best attire for the hot weather but all my shorts and t-shirts were being dry cleaned. 

The heat just hit me as I stepped outside. Within a few minutes I felt sweaty and uncomfortable again. I looked across the street and saw a park – Munich's "Englische Garten". I crossed the road, bought myself a hotdog and went into the park grounds to escape the sun under the shade of a tree.

A couple sat down 20 metres away. They were carrying student textbooks with them. There was nobody else around besides me and only a few wondering around or picnicking in the distance. 

They were laughing loudly. I looked over at them as they continued talking in German. I didn't understand a thing they said. The guy took off his shirt. They were also suffering this heat, I thought to myself. I lay back down putting my head on the grass and I fell asleep. It was probably only for a few moments, but I awoke with a jolt as if I had been asleep for years.

I looked up and noticed that the couple were now sun tanning. The girl was topless and wearing only a short pink skirt. I turned around onto my stomach and watched curiously as the girl pulled her skirt down off her legs and then pulled her undies off too. I was not used to public nudity and it was strange to witness, but it must be the norm in Germany. She had no pubic hair, which although I had seen in magazine pictures, I had never seen it for real. Her guy was nude too.

I am not sure what got in to me, but I tried to get in a glance every chance I could without being discovered. Maybe I was shocked at seeing something I was not used to or maybe just perverted.

I looked in disbelief as the girl wrapped her hand around the guy's penis and gave him a hand job right there in public. His penis was long and flaccid, but as she continued to pump it up and down, it got harder. She had her knees up and I could see her vaginal folds and clitoris clearly. For a moment I thought I should get up and just leave to give them privacy, but instead I just lay there perving away. It got more exciting as I noticed his hands stroking up her thigh. His fingers were moving rhythmically against her pussy. I could not help getting aroused.

The intense heat was beating down on me. Wearing jeans and a long blouse didn't help either. I was sweating. I had a couple nearby almost having sex and nobody else on this side of the grass so I unbuttoned my Levis and pulled them off my legs. I then unbuttoned my blouse and took it off. I was wearing black cotton panties and a white laced bra. I felt cooler in my underwear, but I couldn't help look around to see that nobody was around, feeling overly self-conscious.

I thought to myself how great it must feel to be lying amidst nature in the open daylight under the hot sun totally naked and free. My aroused hormones and the sudden desire to experience this got me looking around. There was still nobody else around except the couple who were in their own world.

I unclipped my bra and took it off. My white untanned 34C breasts were exposed to the public for the very first time. I felt so naked, but I also enjoyed the tingles, excitement and nervousness of revealing myself in the outdoors. I looked around. There were still no other people around. I felt the urge to go further. The thought of now or never went through my mind. For once I didn't allow shy self to be analytical and I quickly, without lifted my bum up and I shifted my jeans over my hips and pulled them down my legs and off my feet laying them on top of my bra next to me. There I was lying in my panties topless. I felt the hot rays of sun on my skin. This felt so weird. I was horny as hell and without stopping; I pulled my panties off too. I lay down quickly but could not relax. I was tense and worried about being seen. I nervously turned over and faced the ground. I lay there for a while letting my body absorb the sunrays and feeling the sensations of hot warmth on my butt. It felt so good. 

The couple had changed position now and she was sitting on his thighs, facing him. I could see her butt and back only. She had her hands to the side and was now gyrating up and down. They must have been fucking. I looked harder. Yes, they were. I could see his cock as she lifted herself upwards. I heard their moaning. I was now wet myself and I wanted more than anything else to touch myself. I knew they could not see me so I edged my hand under my body and I started flicking my index finger against my swollen clitoris. It was feeling so tense and wanted desperate release. It didn't take long for me to start feeling an orgasm, but just as the tension was mounting, I had to stop. The couple stopped and she climbed off him and sat besides him. They were sitting up and looking at me. I pulled my hand to my side and acted as if I was asleep and closed my eyes so they would not think I was staring at them.

I suddenly heard a voice in a strange accent. I looked up and the couple was standing right next to me. My heart started racing. I lifted my head to face them. They were standing there. I wondered what they wanted. 

She rambled something to me in German, while holding a camera. I looked up at them. They were standing a metre from me totally nude. Its amazing how much you take in and how many thoughts you can churn when you are full of nerves and scared to your wits end. 

She had blonde hair, was tall and slim, had small tits and was totally shaven and he had blonde hair, a muscular body with a package, which just hung there, and was noticeably hairless.

Before I had a chance to think of a reply, I chokingly mumbled "English please"

I was still looking upwards at them when she answered "take photo of us please?"

He handed me the camera and I realised that I would have to stand up. For a second I hesitated, thinking that I was nude I should cover up quickly. I placed my hand on the ground and tried not to think too hard. I was shaking inside. I turned around took the camera from his hands and stood up. It felt strange. I was standing nude 2 metres from total strangers in the full light of day. I looked through the viewfinder and I clicked. They smiled and I find myself staring at them longer than required. She walked towards me and took the camera from me thanking me. 

I lay down again on my front and watched the couple walk back to their spot. He had the most gorgeous little bubble ass and I could see his balls swinging between them as he walked away. 

I felt my back was starting to burn from the intense sunshine. I turned over, shut my eyes and fantasised about this guys shaven cock. I was getting aroused again thinking about it and I wanted to caress my nipples, when I heard a familiar voice.

"It's hot today, we swim in lake. You should try," said the girl to me as they walked past.

With them in the water, I bent my finger a little and started to slowly roll my finger up and down my clitoris. It was an amazing turn on doing this in the outdoors with the sun and fresh air around me. My clit was already swollen and welcomed my now quickly moving finger up and down its moist folds. I opened my legs and continued to masturbate. I cupped my breast with my other hand and I rubbed my nipples between my thumb and forefinger. I hoped that nobody would come and disturb the wonderful sensations. I felt my juices start welling up in my pussy. I was coming.

I walked to the lake edge, going in was refreshing and felt so natural swimming in the nude. There was nobody else but the couple and I in the water. The couple got out and disappeared behind the bushes returning to their spot. I stayed on for another 10 minutes and then got out. I quickly walked back towards my stuff. I walked around and around, but my stuff was not there. I walked in circles covering all the ground. It was definitely gone. Someone had stolen my stuff, my wallet, and my clothes. Shit, my clothes! I almost cried out of fear as to what to do next. 

I walked up towards the couple. They were sitting up casually eating ice cream. When I got close to them I bent down on my knees closing my legs tightly and leaning forward to hide my breasts and I told them that my money, bus card and clothes were stolen. 

"Don't worry, you can come back to my apartment and we will help take you to police," the girl kindly said.

"My name is Monica" she went on, "and this is Stephan"

I introduced myself to them, and thanked them for offering to help me out. Monica and Stephan got dressed.

"Here, put these on for now," Monica handed me her t shirt while she only wore her bra.

I was desperate so I pulled the t-shirt over my head quickly. Monica was much shorter than I was so the t-shirt just covered half my ass and if I pulled hard enough just covered my pussy. This was better than nothing, I thought to myself, as we started walking towards the road. I knew that if anyone were behind me they would see my naked butt. 

Stephan drove a 2-door alpha. Monica climbed inside the front passenger seat and Stephan opened his door for me to climb into the back seat. I noticed him staring at my naked butt as I climbed in. I suppose why wouldn't he. He was a man with near naked women climbing into his car. I sat down and the t-shirt rode up my hips and I could not stretch it any more. I closed my knees tightly, as I felt the leather seat against my pussy. 

The engine started and Monica looked back at me saying "We will go back to my place, where I can give you something to wear and then we will take you to police". 

"Thank you again for being so kind" I replied.

When we arrived at Monica's apartment we all went in and sat down in her lounge, as she went to her bedroom. 

"Hey, Rachel, come to my room I have some clothes for you to wear."

"Rachel, you are much taller than me so I think my gym tights would be good even if they look like calf length on you." Monica called out, as she stood in front of an open cupboard pulling out clothes. 

I walked up to her. She looked at me and asked me "What size bra do you wear?"

"I am a C cup 34" I answered.

"Well, I am an A cup size 32, which is way too small for you so I will give you a halter. It's made of stretchy material" Monica said.

I stood there next to Monica. She handed me the halter-top while she continued looking for her gym tights.

"Put these on" Monica said. 

I thought Monica would have the tights for me in only a few moments, so I listened and I pulled the t-shirt off my head and pulled the rather tight white halter top on. I was bottomless and very aware of it.

The halter-top was so small and tight that my breasts pushed out of them with a lot of cleavage showing.

"Shit, where are those tights. I am sure I wore them only the other day," Monica said as I stood there nervously.

Stephan walked into the room, and as if a natural reaction I turned towards the cupboard and faced away from him, but there was a big mirror right in front of me. I saw him sit on the bed and just lie there watching me. I was so aware of my nudity now.

Monica said that she would go look in her gym bag and walked out of the room. Stephan followed her. I just stared into her cupboard and noticed several vibrators next to her undies. One looked like a huge purple cock and another was a slim white long cylinder. 

Monica came back with some pink tights and handed them to me as she watched me putting my legs into them. 

Out of the blue, she asked me "did you see us fuck today at the park?"

I didn't answer. 

Monica came closer to help me pull the tights up. She pulled at the elastic and put her hand on my butt as she pulled it up with her other hand. I smelt her perfume. I never had a women touch my naked butt before. I felt tingles and goose bumps. While it didn't feel right, there was some animalistic lusting throbbing deep in me. I was confused.

I pulled the really tight tights up over my hips. The lycra material pulled into my butt. 

Monica was very close to me and she looked at me and said, "I bet you saw us fuck, because we saw you touching yourself." 

I was shocked and went red in the face. I wished I could disappear instantly.

As she said that she let her index finger touch my pussy lips, which were showing through the lycra in the shape of a camel-toe. She slid her finger down it slowly.

I find myself breathing heavily and I felt myself get instantly turned on. I wanted to do something but in my shyness I did nothing.

As if unaffected by the whole scene she looked at me and said "you should shave your pussy, like mine and you won't have so much showing when you wear tights."

She walked out of the room and I followed her.

I found Stephan holding the camera again and talking to Monica in German. When they had finished talking they looked at me.

Stephan handed me the camera and said, "We want you to take pictures of us"

I put the camera to my eyes to focus on them.

"No, in the bedroom" Stephan instructed me as the two of them walked ahead back to the bedroom.

I followed them into the room and watched as Stephan took his shirt off and then went over to Monica and took off her blouse and bra. 

"You should just keep taking pictures, it's a digital camera with a lot of memory card so can take plenty of pictures," Stephan said to me as he stood behind Monica and kissed her on her neck.

He then cupped her breasts with his hands. Her nipples hardened and poked through his fingers. She slid out of her pants and undies and stood there nude. She then undid his pants and pulled them off his legs. I was not sure when to take pictures so I just took every few seconds. 

I wanted to watch them at the park but did so hoping they would not notice and here I was told to watch them through a viewfinder.

There, his shaven cock was in view again and only a few metres from me. It was semi erect and big and I felt myself get horny again. I clicked the shutter. Monica started sucking his cock, and stroking his balls. She moved onto her knees on the bed leaning over him. I saw her pussy lips between her butt cheeks. Stephan's fingers were touching her there. How long was I supposed to do this for I wondered?

Monica was moaning as Stephan's fingers moved wildly up and down her pussy lips touching her clit and then going into her pussy. I took pictures of it. Her pussy was smooth and because there was no hair I could see her juices ooze down her pussy lips. I moved around and saw her sucking his dick. It was hard and her lips were wrapped around his shaft and she was going up and down on him. I was horny as anything. I just wanted to go away and touch myself. I knew that my own pussy was soaked and I longed for relief. I felt the lycra pants pulling into my pussy and as I pulled at it to stretch it out I noticed I had a wet mark there. 

Monica came off Stephan's cock and turned around and lay down on the bed. Stephan got up and started thrusting his hard cock into her pussy. He was standing next to the bed as she lay on it. I continued taking pictures, but was standing right next to him watching his hard butt and his cock going in and out of the smooth pussy. His big balls were crashing into her butt as he ploughed again and again into her. 

Stephan motioned me to come closer. I walked closer. I was right next to him when he put his one hand on my halter top and held my breasts. He slid his fingers into my cleavage and peeled off the tight top and then rubbed his fingers against my nipples. I was struggling to keep composed. I was on fire and I wanted more and more. I just wanted to go lie in front of him and have him pull my tights off me and fuck me hard into the pussy until my juices flowed. Here he was fucking Monica while touching me. He was going like a piston engine and Monica was shrieking. It looked like he was about to come. 

I find myself edging closer to him. He stopped caressing my nipples and he put his hand on my butt and was pushing his palm hard into it. I could not hold back any longer and I put my hand around his butt and I held it tightly. I dropped my hand down between his butt and I let his swinging balls crash into my hand as he thrust in and out. I grabbed the balls and held them tight. He edged his fingers down my tights and tried to pull the elastic down, but the tights needed to be peeled off. He retreated and instead pushed his fingers into my butt cheeks over the tights. I felt his one pointy finger push against my pussy as the other pushed into my butt hole. I was desperate to pull my tights down and allow him free access to indulge my lustful desires. 

He yanked his cock out of Monica and spurt semen all over the bed. His cock continued to throb up and down spitting semen into the air landing in droplets on Monica's stomach and on the mattress. 

I was frustrated as hell, needing release. By now my pussy was so wet that my juices were dripping down and the wet patch on the tights was big and obvious. I was just starting to enjoy the pleasure of a man's erotica touch and then he stops as he withdraws his cock out of Monica and spurts semen all over the bed.

Monica got up off the bed and walked over to the bathroom. Stephan lay down on the bed with a semi erect cock, with a shiny head still covered in shiny white semi transparent milky cum. I didn't know what to do so I sort of just stood there, feeling stupid and used. I was tense and the pent up sexual frustration was starting to make me angry and tearful at the same time. I just stood there with a fake embarrassed ashamed smile when I suddenly felt warm arms wrap around my torso and hands placed on my stomach.

Monica was standing nude behind me as she held me. I smelt her soft perfume mixed with body sweat. I didn't turn around. I just went with the flow. She moved closer to me. I felt her body press against mine. I continued to look forward when the hands that were on my stomach introduced a white thin vibrator and started pushing it gently against my pussy. Another hand crept under my halter from the bottom and slowly guided its fingers around my breasts caressing them gently yet in a very arousing way. This was the first time another women touched my nipples. The vibrations were now rippling through my pussy. She navigated the vibrator right to my pussy and pushed the lycra right into it. I yearned for direct skin contact and to have something penetrate the depths of my pussy. I turned around to face Monica. She was nude. I had to take my clothes off, and I had passed the point of care. I quickly pulled the tights down my hips and legs and let them drop in a heap on the floor as I pulled the halter over my head. Monica drew the vibrator against my clit and I felt shudders of pleasure cycle after cycle. I wanted more and more. I suddenly desired in a crazy animalistic way to fuck Monica. I was breathing heavily. I placed my hands around her bubble butt as she hugged me closer. I felt her naked breasts against mine and she kissed me on my lips. I closed my eyes and went with the flow. I reached out to touch Monica's pussy. It felt hot and sticky and smooth. I touched her outer lips progressing to her swollen clit. I touched it slowly the way I would touch myself every night. I felt the vibrator enter into my wetness and I let out a moan. I was orgasming already. I thrust my hips into it to make it go deeper, gyrating in and out. It felt good. 

Stephan stood up and walked behind us. I was still standing up as Monica guided the vibrator around the innards of my pussy. I had my fingers rubbing her clit up and down vigorously to match my own height of excited passion. I felt a cold gel being rubbed against my butt. It felt cold. Stephan was now behind me. He motioned for me to lean my forward towards Monica who was now kneeling on the floor while giving me a wave after wave of pleasure. I then felt his hard erect cock push into the gel. He was trying to access my ass. I had never had anal sex before as I thought it to be disgusting. It hurt at first, but he went slowly. The pain went away and I felt his cock going in and out quite fast now. I was in heaven. The pleasure was unbelievable.




Nudity at English Garden in Munich



I loved it and I let go of all inhibitions and screamed quite loud. I rocked my hips forwards and backwards to help build the friction with his cock. I was cumming in streams and had never felt this before. I felt like my whole body was hovering and vibrating in pleasure from being penetrated on both sides, in a natural harmony of balance. 

I felt Stephan's stiffness and he held my back still and didn't move and then he pulled his cock out of me as Monica pulled out the vibrator at almost the same time. I was wasted and sore and felt like jelly all over. I had to sit down.

As I sat next to Monica, Stephan spurts cum again. It flew through the air as his balls released globules of cum like little bombs, rocketing into the air and then landing all over my leg, in my pubic hair and on my neck. I was too tired to move. 

Stephan got a tissue from the bathroom and gave it to me to wipe myself.



Nudity in Art



The last week of Nudity in Art was a class many of us had been looking forward to. In the syllabus, I had circled this final session many times. The lecture was titled, "Nudity in Modern Media," and bold text beneath it warned of adult content. Students who were not comfortable with viewing pornographic images were advised not to attend.

I've got to admit, at first that lecture was the only reason I signed up for "Nudity in Art." Heck, that was the reason most of the students did. The class satisfied an art history requirement, but most of my friends and I had imagined seeing Sasha Grey or Lexi Belle projected on a big screen in one of those sexy poses they do so well, maybe with a finger between their wet pink lips or around a fat nipple. We were disappointed, then, when the first naked body we saw was 10,000 years old and crudely carved from stone. "This is the mother goddess figure," the professor, an older woman who had three doctorates and no sex drive, intoned. Her voice was flat with a nasal whistle, like a goose with strep. "It has been found in ancient cultures throughout Europe and Asia. Despite its age, you can see the exaggerated breasts and oversized vagina."

This was the first day of class, and all the seats in the lecture hall were filled, mostly with freshmen looking for free porn like myself. At the mention of breasts and vaginas, a good portion of the class started giggling. Were this a smaller class, like the discussion sessions graduate students attend, the giggling might not be noticed. But this lecture hall sat 475 students, and the laughter drowned out the professor's voice. She let out a disgusted sigh. "I was hoping this year would be different, but I can see that most of you came here for one thing."

The professor clicked her remote, and the picture projected onto the massive screen at the front of the lecture hall changed. The new picture evoked a strong reaction from the students- many more giggled, others gasped, and a few cheered. Projected on the screen was a massive version of what most of us beat off to each night: a porn star- I won't name which one- on her hands and knees, her ass pointed towards the camera. She wore a red hairband around her ponytail, and nothing else. With one hand she was spreading her pussy apart, and it glowed pink and glistening on the screen. Her tits hung down, and she had her bright blue eyes wide open and hungry with desire. It was the kind of picture that normally would make me immediately hard. I was blessed with a strong imagination, and I loved to think about what it would feel like to spread her pussy lips apart with my fingers, and slide my cock inside. I could almost hear her throaty groan, the weight of her breast in my hand. And I would wrap that ponytail around one hand, pull her head back as I slid my cock in and out, until it was wet with her pussy juices. I could even imagine those eyes, the way they would stare back at me as she came. But in the middle of over 400 students, I tried to calm my powerful daydream. I thought of food, what I'd had for lunch, math problems, and the Giants game I'd watched the night before. Even still, I could feel my cock stiffening in my jeans.

It didn't help that I had purposefully sat next to a beautiful freshman girl whom I'd seen around campus but never spoken to. She had dark, full hair that framed her perfect face. Her nose was long, but in the way you might see on a Greek goddess. She had deep brown eyes, and the most perfect jawline I had ever seen. Every time I saw her walking to class or from the cafeteria, I ached to graze my hand along the creamy skin of her long neck. And that hair, that hair begged to have my hands sink into it. She wore these loose button-down shirts, men's shirts really, but they looked incredible on her sharp shoulders and her high perky breasts. She usually left the bottom few buttons open, and above her long skirts I could usually glimpse her smooth stomach. Obviously, I had never talked to her. She was far too perfect. I assumed she had a boyfriend, or at least someone she was fucking. He was probably a senior with biceps like grapefruit and a 12-inch cock. He probably fucked her for hours on end while she came over and over, her whole creamy body sweating, her breasts bouncing as she rode his cock. And when he came, after all that fucking, all that pounding of her pussy, her mouth, and probably her ass too, she was probably kinky like that, I imagined she got down on her knees, took his balls in her mouth, and worked her hand up and down his massive shaft until his cum poured out, over her perfect fingers and down her beautiful forearm, into that kissable hollow of her collarbone, dribbling down onto her breasts with their pink nipples like strawberry candy. And I bet she then licked up every drop of cum. I bet she scooped it from her pale neck and her soft palm, and ran her tongue back over his cock to clean it. And then he probably fucked her again. In the ass.

Oh, I had never seen a boyfriend, or a fuckbuddy or anything. But I just knew this girl was too perfect to be single, or interested in me.

So on this first day of class, I saw an empty seat right next to this goddess, and I claimed it as quickly as I could. I thought maybe I could ask her for a pencil (even though I had packed three), or borrow her syllabus (even though I'd printed it out that morning), or somehow get her name. But now I was sitting next to this perfect woman while the professor posted a gaping vagina on the screen, and the only thing on my mind was calculating the possibility of my rock-hard boner splitting my jeans open.

I wish, now, that I had actually paid attention to how she was reacting. I am sure I would have been surprised. Instead, it would take me a whole semester to find out the dirty little secret of my campus angel.

The professor clicked her remote again, and the image changed to a pockmarked stone statue with a Pharaoh's crown and a large erect penis. There were more gasps, another wave of giggling, and a number of guys shouting out their disappointment. "Go back!" one cried.

"I'm sorry," the professor replied, unmoved by the reaction of the students. "But you will be seeing a lot more ancient stone penises than live vaginas in this class. The Egyptians, the Greeks, and the Indians were all obsessed with them." She continued to press her remote, cycling through pictures of stone phalluses on sculptures, buildings, and ancient carvings. A few boo's drifted from the audience. "If you have a problem with what you are seeing," the professor droned in a way that made me think she had given this presentation before, "then I suggest you drop the class. I repeat, this is not a class on pornography."

And by the time that first class was over, about a third of the students had already left. In the weeks to follow, as we studied pictures of nudes in ancient cave drawing, Renaissance portraits, and Greek architecture, more and more students dropped out. Eventually, that massive lecture hall was down to a quarter of its students. And surprisingly, as the class shrank, the professor softened. She had started out completely cold, more like a hesitant babysitter than a teacher, but once she had scared away all of the students she didn't like, her demeanor changed. She would tell stories about her travels around the world during her own college years. When showing new picture of a nude Shiva in an Thai tapestry, she wound up drifting into a story about flying to Angkor Wat with her supervisor, making rubbings of the carvings, and finding statues buried beneath roots and vines. There was a moment when she mentioned her supervisor by name- Nathan- and suddenly her eyes clouded over. She placed a hand on her neck and gazed up at that picture of naked Shiva, all arms and swords and a bright blue penis. She was silent for a moment.

This led me to think that the trip to Angkor Wat involved more than art collection. Looking at my professor lost in memory, I could imagine her as a young woman with skinny limbs, a somewhat flat chest, and mousy brown hair. She probably wore those thick clunky glasses. I can't imagine anyone would have taken a second look at her. But this Nathan, her supervisory, was used to uncovering hidden beauties. Were they in the ruins of an Thai temple when he brushed a spider from her neck, and then kept his hand there? I can see her placing her hand over his, rubbing her fingertips over the back of his hand. She probably kept her face from him, maybe even turned her back to him, but unbuttoned the top of her blouse. Just enough to say yes.

I think I can imagine their lovemaking. What's most likely is that Nathan kissed her neck, barely touching at first, but when she did not object he left a trail of kisses down to her exposed collar. He gently turned her with his broad, calloused hands and kissed the freckles of her breastbone. Her fingers ran over the back of his head, his neck, his shoulders. He continued his tender kisses, like an archaeologist cautiously exploring a buried treasure. Her breathing grew heavier with his kisses, and when her nipples poked through her dust-stained blouse he kissed those too. All the while his hands were exploring her back, feeling the muscles there, running down to her fine ass. When his hands roll over her tense cheeks, she shudders. When he trails a finger down her ass crack, she moans. This is all he needs to hear.

One by one, he unbuttons her blouse. Her chest is slowly exposed. First, that breastbone, and a whole galaxy of freckles are revealed. He kisses every single one. Next, the blouse opens and there are her breasts. Some guys don't like flat-chested chicks, but I think they are beautiful. They never have to wear bras, and their nipples stand straight out, like they are always turned on. And oh, she is turned on. Her nipples are large, her aureolas are broad and brown and he licks around then, raising goosebumps. She thrusts her breasts into his face, and he takes one in a hand and squeezes it while he sucks the other nipple in between his lips. She lets out one single small cry.

Now he kisses down the center of her chest, down to her bellybutton. He licks around the bellybutton, making the tender skin of her stomach quiver, and with his hands he unbuttons her pants. Slowly, almost painfully slowly for her, she who now is all fire and goosebumps, hot but shivering, he pulls down her pants. He kisses her hips, the dimples above her crotch. She has never shaved her pussy, but her bush is as beautiful and untamed as her hair. He kisses all around her pussy, the beautiful indents were her legs meet her hips, the marvelous line above her bush, and down the sides of her pussy lips, all without touching her vagina. He sees a small bead of moisture slip from her pussy lips. He knows she belongs to him.

At this point, I have some trouble imagining how he removes her shoes, her socks, her pants. It's probably a somewhat awkward moment, breaking the momentum of his kisses to untie the laces of her hiking boots. Maybe she just kicks them off. It doesn't matter. Because he has sat her down on an ancient tree trunk, one crawling with vines and dense, wet life, and he has spread apart her legs and he is licking the hell out of her pussy.

She has never been eaten out before. She is on fire.

He runs his tongue from the bottom of her pussy to the top, big dog-like laps, and she can't believe how much this animal behavior is turning her on. She feels like every inch of her skin wants to fly away, but she grips his curly hair in her hands and lets out all this energy in a long and wild moan. He is gripping her thighs, and now he brings his hands inwards, wets his fingers, and spreads apart her pussy lips. She is gleaming. She is dripping pussy juices onto this trunk, onto the moss and wood beneath her. He thrusts his tongue into her pussy, and then wriggles his tongue upwards to her clit. He runs his tongue over her clit, and then circles around it. As he sucks it between his lips, he slides the middle finger of his right hand into her pussy. It is warm and wet and it pulls at his finger. He slides it back and forth until it is soaked. With her clit in his mouth, he slides a second finger into her pussy. She arches her back, calls out with pleasure. A third finger slides in as easily as the first. She is loose and bucking and she wants to cum like she never has before. He keeps licking her clit and sliding his fingers in and out and now his face and the trunk and her thighs are dripping with pussy juices. She grinds her ass into the tree trunk, and her fingernails dig into the back of his head. Her nipples stand out like the domed temples they have been exploring together.

Nathan has always known her as a silent student, one who pays attention but rarely adds to the conversation. If he expected sex, he probably thought she would be silent throughout. But now, her thighs shaking with pleasure, her back arched, her chest heaving, she screams out, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Oh god, he fucks her. She rips the shirt from his chest, unzips his pants, and before he can take off his shoes she has pulled his hips to hers. His cock slides so deep into her pussy that his balls slap her ass. She wraps her long legs around his back and grinds her pussy into him. She is wild. She has taken off her glasses- maybe they fell off, maybe she will never wear them again- and her hair is a great mane of brown curls bouncing around her head. She reaches up and grabs a branch with her hands, lifts herself as he stands and hold her ass. She bounces up and down on his cock, pulling herself to the branch and then sliding back down, fucking him as hard as she can, her whole body electric with pleasure. 

And he now loses himself. Holding her weight in his hands, he buries his face in her tits. He sucks on a nipple, then bites it and she cries out, "YES, YES!" He spreads her ass cheeks apart with his hands, and when she thrusts down on his cock he slides one finger, still slick with pussy juices, into her asshole. She cannot believe how good this feels. He is fucking her pussy with his cock, her ass with his finger. She kisses him, and he fucks her mouth with his tongue, sliding it in and out as she bounces on him.

Finally, she unwraps her legs from his hips, slides away from him. They stand bare inches apart, panting, sweating, his cock hard as stone, her nipples red and glistening with saliva. He steps closer to her. Tenderly again, almost as if he had never undressed her at all, he takes her shoulders and turns her around. She is looking now over Angkor Wat, that vast temple buried in roots, trees grown between its stones. He kisses her neck, runs his hands down her naked body. She shivers. Nathan gently pressed against her upper back, and she bends down and places her hands on the tree trunk. She feels his fingers sliding down, spreading her pussy apart. She feels the head of his cock press between her pussy lips. She feels him slowly slide into her pussy.

She whispers. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..." It is a chant like one that Thai priests must have filled the temple with. But now she is praying to him to make her cum. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she groans, louder now. And he does. He slides his cock in and out of her, faster now, his hips smacking into her ass, making her chest shake, her shallow breasts quiver. She grips the tree trunk, her fingers sink into the soft bark. She yells now, "FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"

Nathan grabs her hips and thrusts his cock over and over into her pussy. Her pussy juices fly out, splash against his thighs, her ass, his balls. She is making a sound beyond words, and he knows she is going to cum. He licks one of his fingers, starts rubbing her clit while he fucks her, while he slams his cock deep into her pussy. She screams. "I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING! OH JESUS I'M CUMMING!" And suddenly her whole body is shaking, she is possessed, she cries out words beyond language, her eyes roll back and Nathan's cock now splashes into her pussy. She is wetter than any woman he has ever fucked. Her knees buckle, and she leans her legs against the tree trunk. She lowers her belly to the bark, presses her tits against it. She is panting heavily through a beautifully smiling mouth.

She looks at him over her shoulder. She asks if he came.

Nathan shakes his head. "Not yet." His cock is still buried in her wet pussy, and he feels as if he could fuck her for days. But she reaches back and gently slides his cock out. She strokes it, almost absentmindedly, as she sighs and giggles happily. "I love you, Nathan," she says. He is shaking with the pleasure of her touch. She raises her hand to her lips, licks her fingers. "Oh, I've gotten you all wet."

Nathan cannot reply. He is entranced by her beauty, her perfect skin laid out over this ancient tree. Her back is freckled, and he follows the line of her spine from her skinny neck to her tight ass. She lifts herself off of the trunk, but does not stand. Instead, she presses her ass towards his cock. His dick slides between her checks, and she grinds her ass against his shaft. He sees that with one hand she is pinching and massaging one of her breasts. She bites her lip. "I'm still turned on," she gasps.

Nathan slides a hand around her hip, reaches again for her pussy. But she shakes her head. "No," she says. "I want you to fuck me here." And she reaches back with both her hands and spreads her ass cheeks apart. She moans, "I want you to cum in my asshole."

Nathan's cock is slick with pussy juices. He brings the large purple head of his dick to her rosy asshole. He presses in, and his cock slides into her ass. He whole body shudders. "Oh, Nathan..." she groans. "Oh god, that feels so..." She gasps. He sees she is furiously rubbing her clit. "Oh, fuck my ass Nathan. Fuck my asshole."

Nathan grabs her hips and slowly slides his cock deeper into her ass. When he feels he can go no further, he slides almost all the way out. Then in again. Her asshole is warm and so tight, gripping his cock. Every time she moves, it squeezes him. He can't stand the pleasure of it- he brings an open hand down hard on her ass cheek, leaving a bright red mark. "YES!" she screams. "FUCK MY ASS, NATHAN!" And now she is screaming constantly, she is cumming again, bucking against his rock-hard cock.

He hardly has to move as she slides her ass up and down his dick, her asshole squeezing him, and suddenly his balls tighten and he explodes. He feels as if gallons of cum are emptying into her asshole, and he shouts out as he cums and she shudders, and they are cumming together. He cries out her name over and over as he keeps fucking her, and with every thrust he cums more. He sees with pleasure that cum is leaking from her asshole around his cock, dripping down to her pussy, and that she is rubbing that cum onto her clit and climaxing again and again. They shake together, give out a final cry, and collapse onto the log. The last thing he does is kiss her neck one last time.

At least, that's how I imagine it happened. Who knows, it might have just been a kiss!

But do you see my problem? This sort of erotic vision takes over my mind often enough in daily life. In a class where we look at nothing but nudes? You must think I was crazy to take this class.

Well, when half the class left on that first day, I was tempted to leave as well. But there were a number of reasons that I stayed.

First off, the class wound up being pretty interesting! I have always enjoyed art, but seeing all these naked bodies in ancient sculptures and paintings made me think that modern art is actually quite prudish! What I remembered from the professor's lectures proved to be useful whenever I visited a museum or art gallery. I always had a titillating historical detail to add to any conversation about art.




Nudity in Art



Second, there was that final class that I mentioned before. You see, even though the professor claimed there would be no pornography, I was one of the few students to study her syllabus before the first day. It was downloadable from her website. Most students don't go looking for things like that before a class started. But you will see that it was well worth my time.

Even before stepping into the first class, I had read that in the final lecture we would be viewing pornography. I swear, I am not a voyeur, or enough of a pervert to be creepy. But when I saw that dark-haired girl in class, I suddenly knew that I had to attend the final lecture with her. Seeing someone fucked on screen might be the closest I ever got to touching her.

And yes, the final thing that kept me in that class was the girl. I eventually found out her name was Jennifer, though I never talked with her for the entire semester. But it turns out my dorm was next door to someone dating one of her friends, and there was always the bit of internet stalking that everyone does these days...

I couldn't get enough of Jennifer. When I saw her outside of class, I would stop in my tracks and just watch her walk away. She had a self-possessed spirit that made me want to get down on my knees and worship her. When she walked, she held that perfect jaw of hers forwards, and straightened her back so that her luscious tits jutted out. God, and her ass... the dark skirts she wore always clung to the top of her perfect ass cheeks. When she wore her dark green skirt, one of my favorites, her ass looked like two grassy hills that I just couldn't wait to lie down in. Lord, I was obsessed. Every moment I spent near her was a tortured blessing.

Despite my desire, it took me until the final class to sit next to her again. Jennifer always arrived to class early, and always sat in the middle of the back row. By the time I arrived from my economics class across campus, there were other students sitting in the back row as well. Even though they sat many seats apart from her, I knew it would be too awkward and obvious to squeeze by them in order to sit next to this girl I had never spoken with.

And Jennifer must have had another class across campus after, because she always raced out of the lecture as soon as the professor showed the last picture and turned on the lights.

At least, this is what I thought at the time.

During finals week at college, it is easy to tell who is majoring in the sciences and who is majoring in the humanities. Those taking science or math classes basically vanish for the last weeks of the semester. They burrow into their dorm rooms to study for their comprehensive final exams. Students in the humanities have a different sort of ending. Usually the final for an art or literature class is a project. Most students complete and present the project a good week before finals. Thus, the students you see lounging around the cafeteria, taking long walks around campus, or smoking pot behind the art building are usually humanities majors.

I was still taking my undergraduate courses at the time, which meant I had a mix of science and humanities classes. On the day of the final lecture in Nudity in Art, I had my final exam for economics. Our instructor had warned us to plan on taking extra time to complete the test; with a certain gleeful flair, he told us it was the most difficult test he had every designed. The bastard retired two years later, but I like to think he took out a lot of hopeful students before the end of his career.

I finished his damned test in a half hour.

I was inspired by the final Nudity in Art lecture.

I actually arrived at the classroom before the previous class, a study of Victorian theater, got out. That class, for sure, was a humanities class, and they were watching a filmed version of some Penny Dreadful opera on that same screen that had been showing me nude sculptures for the last semester.

When the Victorian Theater class was excused, I suddenly realized I had no idea what to do. I was the first student to arrive for Nudity in Art. If I sat down first, Jennifer would probably sit far from me. And while this had been okay for the last few months, for this final class I knew I had to sit next to her. I wasn't expecting anything, but some part of me held out hope that I could, at least, accidentally touch her arm.

I will now admit that I hadn't exactly been lonely during all these pining months. I had been seeing a girl on and off for a few weeks. We met at a dorm party when too many people were invited. You see, we freshmen are all too young to legally drink, so when we want to party we have to do so quietly and behind doors. Because the dorms at my college are about the size of a walk-in closet (at least, the nice ones are), when more than three people know about a party it tends to get pretty... intimate.

At this party, we were packed in like sardines. It was so crowded that nobody could make their way to the keg, so some unfortunate person had to stand by it and pass beers to everyone else all night long. I was pressed awkwardly between a fat jock and a short blond chick with the biggest tits I'd ever seen on a skinny girl. When I reached for a passing red plastic cup of beer, my arm accidentally brushed her knockers. I apologized, blushing profusely, and tried to get away, but like everyone else in the dorm I was stuck. She giggled, and said, "Go ahead, they might as well be useful."

I was struck speechless. I wasn't sure if she was coming onto me or insulting my brusque behavior. She was wearing a t-shirt that would normally have fit a girl of her size, except that her giant breasts were stretching out its front. It looked like her name was printed on it, but the letters were so stretched out that I couldn't wrap my head around it.

I introduced myself. "What's your name?" I asked. When she told me it was on her shirt, I replied that I was having trouble reading it. She looked me square in the eye and said, "You've just got to press my tits together, then you'll be able to read it."

And so I gulped my beer in one swill, tossed the empty red cup back into the crowd, and placed both hands on those wonderful massive tits. Pressing them together, I saw her name was Brandi. "Nice to meet you, Brandi," I said, shaking one of her breasts. She laughed again, pressed her breasts into my chest, and shoved her tongue into my mouth.

Since then, it had been nothing serious. I think she had even been seeing other guys on the side. But every few days, when either my roommate or hers was out for the night, we would sneak over and fuck like crazy. Brandi loved to look up new positions to try online. She had been a gymnast for most of her childhood until puberty handed her two bowling balls to use as breasts. She was still very flexible, and always curious.

The only time we ever got in trouble was when she wanted to try something called the Double Rainbow. She had read about it online, or maybe she had just made it up. You never knew with her. Brandi told me that I had to be extra hard for this to work. So she got down on her knees and spent about fifteen minutes licking my cock from the tip of my head to the bottom of my balls. While she did this, she massaged my ass cheeks with one of her hands while pinching her massive nipples with the other. She laid down on the bed and told me to kneel over her. I knew exactly what she was going to do. It was a technique that made me rock-hard every time. Brandi spit onto her hands and made sure my shaft was glistening. Then she squeezed her huge tits around my cock. "I want you to fuck my tits," she said in a sultry voice. I almost came right then, looking into her blue eyes as she commanded me, but I managed to hold back. As I worked my shaft through her cleavage, she took the head of my dick in her lips. I've got a pretty good sized cock, and I managed to slide pretty far into her mouth even while titty-fucking her. It wasn't long until my whole shaft was hard and swollen.

Brandi commanded me to stand up against the wall. When we fucked, Brandi never asked for anything. She never begged, and never asked what I wanted. Brandi always commanded. I found it extremely hot. I had been with other girls who never knew what they wanted. When I fucked them from behind, I worried that they were hurting their knees. When I was on top of them, I worried I was crushing their hips. But I never worried with Brandi. Even if I was at first uncomfortable with something, like when she wanted me to lick out her asshole, she always knew how to warm me up to it. When Brandi commanded me to lick her asshole, I was so worried that I would taste everything that I could not get hard. So Brandi commanded me to sit in front of her computer while she took a shower. I sat down and she bent over to fiddle with something on her laptop. It just so happened that she had her naked ass pointed right at my face the entire time. When she turned around again, she saw I was half-hard. She smiled, squeezed the head of my cock, wrapped a towel around herself and walked out the door. I saw she had started a movie on her computer. Curious, I moved closer.

Brandi had started some porn she must have downloaded before. In it, two beautiful skinny women- one pale white with red hair, the other mocha brown with beautiful pointy tits- were kissing, naked. I figured Brandi just wanted me to get turned on to some lesbian porn. By the time the red-head pulled out some whipping cream, I was gently stroking my cock. But then the red-head bent over the mocha-skinned chick and squirted the whipped cream over her asshole. She bent down and licked it up, darting her tongue between the spread-apart cheeks of her lover. I was already entranced, and I just started stroking my cock faster. With whipped cream all over her face, the read-head started licking out the darker woman's ass. Her tongue darted in and out of the hole. Meanwhile, she thrust two fingers into the chick's pussy. The mocha-skinned woman grabbed her own tits, twisted her nipples, and swore in ecstasy. This continued for a few minutes, until the red-headed woman pulled on a strap-on. It was big and flesh-colored, and I was disturbed for a moment how turned on I was by this luscious pale woman with a fake cock. The red-head forced the other woman down, and slid the rubber cock into her mouth. The darker woman covered the cock with saliva, and then bent back over. And now I was stroking off while the red-head fucked the asshole of her lesbian lover. I was so entranced by this sex that I did not even notice Brandi standing behind me, until her hand joined mine on my cock. We watched the porn together, both hands stroking me until I groaned and came, shooting cum into the air, down over my shaft and onto Brandi's hand. She bent down in front of me and sucked the cum into her mouth, swallowing it all. This girl was amazing.

Later, I licked out her asshole while rubbing her clit with my fingers. I then bent her over and fucked her ass until her screams woke up her RA, and I had to hide under her bed while she explained through the cracked-open door that she had been watching a scary movie on her laptop.

But back to the Double Rainbow. After getting rock-hard fucking Brandi's tits, she commanded me, as I said, to stand up with my back to the wall. She went over to her laptop, her tits bouncing as she walked, and started playing the Talking Heads nice and loud. Whenever Brandi put on loud music, I knew the sex was going to be wild.

Brandi climbed onto her bed, and then actually climbed on top of her dresser! At this point, she had to crouch in order to avoid hitting the ceiling. "What are you doing?" I asked. She shushed me, and said, "Just hold my legs when I climb onto you."

Brandi climbed onto my shoulders, but not piggy-back style. Instead, she had her legs behind my shoulders, and her pussy pressed into my face. This wasn't so bad. I reached up and held onto her thighs, and started licking her pussy. Brandi is pretty small, and by leaning back against the wall I was able to keep balanced. For a few minutes, Brandi simply sat there, clutching at my hair and moaning as I licked her out. I ran my tongue between her pussy lips, fucking her with my mouth. Then I attacked her clit, flicking my tongue over it, rubbing circles around it. Brandi was whispering my name fiercely into my ear. Then she did something incredible.

Remember, Brandi was a gymnast for years. She kept up the stretches, even though her huge tits didn't allow her to do many of the exercises in public anymore without drawing unwanted attention. I still got to see some tricks, though.

While perched on my shoulders, and with her pussy still planted in my mouth, Brandi bent over backwards and took my cock in her hands. What I mean is, her head was pointed towards the floor, with her back arched over, and her hips still on my shoulder, and she reached over her head- down towards the floor- to grab and start working my shaft. She was even able to pull it towards her upside-down mouth and suck on the head.

I had to lean even further into the wall, and arch my own back. I guess, from a certain angle, with me eating out her pussy and her bent over backwards and upside down and sucking on my cock, we might in fact look like a double rainbow. If rainbows were constantly fucking.

But when Brandi's roommate walked through the door, back a day early from her trip home, she did not mistake us for any natural beauty.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" she cried out, and slammed the door behind her.

And here's the problem. If Brandi and I had been having normal sex, we could have pulled up the covers and modestly asked for a minute to compose ourselves.

But with Brandi hanging upside down and backwards from my shoulders, and with our mouths placed in precarious positions, we couldn't really do anything except freeze. Brandi, her mammoth globes hanging out in front of God and her roommate and everyone, popped my cock out of her mouth and said, "You're back early."

And then the roommate stormed out and Brandi and I collapsed onto the bed and untangled, and I got dressed and left.

Though that's not the end to that story. You see, I couldn't reach Brandi on her cell phone for a couple of days. When I finally did, she asked to meet at a coffee shop on campus. This was a bad sign; Brandi and I had never really spent time outside of fucking before. There was a different energy to Brandi than normal. She wore a low V-neck sweater that framed her cleavage marvelously, but her hair was messy in a natural way, rather than in the carefully-arranged mess that she spent hours on each morning. She wasn't wearing any makeup, which I loved but which was an unusual habit for her.

She told me what had happened after the fateful Double Rainbow.

After about twenty minutes her roommate, Kendra, returned. Brandi thought she would be furious, but instead Kendra only wanted to know what we were doing. Brandi told her how she had found information on the internet. Kendra asked Brandi to show her the site. After looking at a number of pictures, they decided to try out one of the more creative woman-on-woman positions. And they hadn't really stopped since that night. Brandi told me that she had found a love for pussy that she had only pretended with cock. She couldn't get enough of the taste of it, the feel of it around her tongue and her fingers. As she said this, she closed her eyes briefly, and I could tell she was imagining burying her face down in Kendra's warm vagina.

"Basically, I'm going to be a lesbian for a while," Brandi told me.

Which meant we weren't going to be seeing each other, or fucking each other, any longer.

It had been about two weeks from that breakup when the final lecture for Nudity in Art rolled around.

There I was, stressing over where to sit in the empty classroom. I knew it had to be the back row, somewhere near the center. But I knew if I sat down too early, she would sit too far way from me. I decided to put my backpack on a seat near the center, and then take a brief walk outside of the classroom. When I came back, Jennifer would hopefully be seated. Then, if I sat down next to my backpack, I might be as close to her as I could manage.

I dropped my backpack onto an empty seat in the back row, and then walked away.

Five minutes later, I peeked into the classroom. Some students were sitting in the seats, idly chatting, but Jennifer was not there.

I took another walk.

Five minutes later, I looked again. More students, and the professor had arrived. There were still ten minutes left until class. Jennifer was not there.

I took another fretful walk, and checked in twice more, but Jennifer was nowhere to be seen. Finally, the professor flickered the lights to let us know she was ready. I sadly walked into the class and sat down next to my backpack. Other than where I was sitting, the back row was absolutely empty. So were all the rows in the upper half of the lecture hall. Really, if the professor took any notice of where I was sitting, she might think it a kind of awkward spot. But today's lecture was supposed to be awkward anyways, so it really didn't matter, right?

The professor turned off the lights and began the introduction to her lecture. I wasn't really paying attention, but she mentioned something about ancient Roman pornography painted onto city walls, and modern pornography displayed in public bathrooms. Just then, the door at the back of the hall squeaked open. I heard rushed footsteps, someone squeezing down the aisle of seats.

Jennifer plopped down into the seat next to me. I realized with a start that I had accidentally sat right next to the seat she usually took. She glanced over, surprised to see anyone there. She smiled briefly, then took out her binder, opened it to a new page and started taking notes.

My head was swimming. My heart raced. She had smiled at me! It felt better than all the kinky sex I had enjoyed with Brandi. The girl of my dreams noticed me and smiled. And all it took was flunking the economics final!

Suddenly my attention was pulled to that huge screen at the front of the class. The professor had started projecting some early black-and-white pornographic pictures. I was amazed to see such old technology used to create smut! Didn't people have to stand in place for twenty minutes in order to take a picture? There was one picture of a woman in an old-fashioned dress, her breasts poking out over a corset, holding a man's erect penis. That man must have had the stamina of a horse to hold an erection still for twenty minutes!

Over the next hour and a half, our professor cycled through pornographic photographs from the invention of photography to modern day. She covered nearly every genre, from voyeuristic amateur shots of women masturbating in the backs of cars to glossy high-resolution studio pornography. She also pointed out specific historical contexts in the porn. There were hairy women from the 70's, multi-racial orgies, and newer photos in which women were placed in positions of power, higher up in the picture with the men eating them out from below. "This new genre of female-empowered porn targets a new audience, a female audience for pornography," the professor noted.

I couldn't help but pause in thought at this. I guess Brandi had downloaded porn onto her laptop, but until that point I had never really thought about women using porn. Did all women masturbate to the same pictures I did?

I glanced for a moment sideways at the beautiful Jennifer sitting next to me. I was planning on considering whether Jennifer masturbated to porn, but seeing what she was actually doing stopped all thought in my head.

Jennifer had one hand on top of her binder, dutifully taking notes. The other hand was shoved down her skirt. It was rubbing furiously in circles. As I watched, Jennifer lifted her hand, licked her fingers, and slid it down beneath her skirt again.




Nudity in Art



Jennifer was masturbating right now.

Our professor always kept the lights off when she showed us pictures in class, and Jennifer and I were alone in the back row- hell, in the back half of class. And remember, this hall could hold 475 students! It was almost like being completely alone, except for the professor's voice and the occasional coughs from the students in the front seats.

I looked up again at the picture the Jennifer was touching herself to. The woman in the picture was young- maybe 18 or 19- with died blue hair that draped down over her naked shoulders. She had on no makeup, but her eyes were a rich caramel brown and her lower lip was flushed red and curled under her perfect white teeth. She was staring into the distance, or into her ecstasy. She had one hand clutching a firm, round tit, and the other dug into the hair of the man who was eating her out. It looked like she was sitting on some sort of couch. Her right leg was placed over his shoulder. The skin over her thigh, her knee, her shin was flawless. She wore a long green and black striped sock.

Of the man, we could only see his curly red hair and his broad, freckled back. He looked handsome enough from behind, I supposed.

But the woman was absolutely stunning. Her blue hair was straight and healthy, and the bottoms grazed her full breasts. The hand that clutched her breast had perfectly trimmed nails. The way it twisted her flesh and pinched her nipple made her seem in the middle of an incredible orgasm. I could almost hear her panting- no, I could really hear panting, it was coming from Jennifer next to me.

I had been staring forward for a few minutes now, and I was almost scared to look back at the dark-haired beauty next to me, as if seeing her again would break the spell. My cock was swelling against my thigh, and I was embarrassed to think that Jennifer might be totally ignoring me at this moment. So I kept staring forward, though my ears were strained for any noise from my masturbating neighbor.

"Now I'm going to show you a similar image, but with the genders reversed," our professor said. She clicked her remote.

The image on the screen showed a man's belly, groin and butt in profile. He was muscular with tattoos over his ribs and arms. His cock was enormous, bulging with veins. A woman kneeled down in front of it, one hand at its base and the other near its swollen purple head. Her small hands barely fit around the thick shaft. A string of cum trailed from the head of the man's cock to the woman's open mouth. Her lips were full, red, wet. Cum dripped down her chin, onto her large pale breasts. Dark lines of mascara made her black eyes seem to glow, and her black hair fell back in wild curls. God almighty, she almost looked like Jennifer. I couldn't help myself- I turned in my seat.

Jennifer was staring full into my eyes. One hand was still working furiously below her skirt. The other rose towards her mouth. She slipped a finger between her rosy lips and sucked on it. She slid it in and out of her mouth. I could not look away. My cock was hard and pressing against my jeans. Some word- I'll never be sure what- almost erupted from my throat, but Jennifer's hand shot out from her skirt and pressed against my lips. I could feel the warm moisture. With her other hand, Jennifer turned her notebook towards me. I saw that she hadn't been taking notes. Instead, she'd written one.

'Don't say a word.'

I nodded.

Jennifer slipped her fingers into my mouth. I licked the juices from her hand. Meanwhile, I reached for her shirt. Beneath the button down work shirt, her tits stood out bra-less and proud. I pressed my hands against them, felt their weight, their strength, the hard nipples begging to be pinched. Jennifer's dark eyes were still staring into mine. Some of her dark, full hair had fallen across her face. She was breathing heavily- I could feel her heart beating strongly beneath her breast. She pulled her fingers from my mouth and slid them down beneath her skirt again. I pinched her nipples hard. She closed her eyes, and there was a small whine like a dog and she rubbed her pussy and I kept pinching and massaging her firm nipples. I could tell they were large nipples beneath her shirt. I couldn't believe she wasn't wearing a bra. The man's work shirt must rub against her nipples all day as she walked to and from class. She must constantly be turned on.

The thought made my cock swell even more. Jennifer opened her eyes again, looked down towards my obvious erection. Her eyes went wide, and she smiled hungrily. One hand rubbing her pussy, and my hands still on her incredible tits, Jennifer reached towards my crotch.

With her fingertips, she stroked my pants above my hard cock, starting at its base and ending just beneath the head. I am most sensitive just beneath the head of my dick, and Jennifer left her fingers there, swirling them in a small circle. I began to breath heavily. If she kept this up, I would cum inside of my pants. Seeing Jennifer touching herself, feeling her marvelous tits and those tight nipples, I almost wanted to.

Suddenly Jennifer turned her face back towards the large screen at the front of the lecture hall. Our professor had switched back to the picture of the blue-haired girl being eaten out. Jennifer looked back towards me. She gestured, just with her eyes, from me to the photograph. What did she want? I saw again the woman in ecstasy, grabbing at her breasts. And the man kneeling below her, licking out her pussy. I stared back at Jennifer, and nodded.

Jennifer freed her hands, and quietly moved her notebook from off her seat. She spread her legs apart.

I silently rose out of my seat, not enough to be standing, but enough to maneuver in front of Jennifer. It was a tight squeeze in between her seat and the back of the next row. I was engulfed by her wonderful smell, the heady smell of sex mixed with a sweet berry that must have been Jennifer's own aroma. I thought that if I buried by nose in her hair that is all I would smell.

I crouched down in front of Jennifer. I raised her green silk skirt up to her knees, and then ducked my head under.

Jennifer wasn't wearing underwear.

There was so much I did not know about this girl.

She had knee-high gray socks pulled up on her pale, perfect legs. I kissed the side of her knees, and then kissed down her thighs. I did not want to start eating her out just yet. We still had at least a half-hour left of class, and I wanted this to last. I wanted Jennifer to need me as much as I needed her.

I kissed up her right thigh to where it met her hips. Then I kissed her left thigh. As I moved my lips over, I briefly- just briefly- brushed against her pussy. As I did so, Jennifer pressed her hips towards my face. But I continued to kiss down her thigh to the side of her left knee.

Then I started licking her. With the tip of my tongue I trailed down her thigh. I again just barely touched her pussy with my tongue before gently licking her other thigh. Her pussy lips were swollen. Moisture beaded from between them. Her clit stuck proudly out. She was breathing so heavily I was sure the professor could hear. Beneath her green skirt, with her pussy wet and beautiful before me, I was in heaven.

I gently licked the slit between her pussy lips. From the bottom to the top, brushing over her clit with my tongue. From the bottom to the top again, lapping up her pussy juices.

Jennifer tasted wonderful.

I could lick her all day.

Now I moved my tongue deeper, darting into her pussy as I licked. Her hips pushed forward again. Outside her skirt, I shoved my hands beneath her ass. As I licked again and again, burying myself deeper into her moist pussy, I spread her ass cheeks with my hand and pressed a finger against the cloth outside her asshole. The reaction was electric. Jennifer almost squealed as her pussy juices exploded around my face. As she came, I licked her pussy from bottom to top and attacked her clit with my tongue. She continued to writhe in her seat, her thighs pressed around my head. She came and came and came. Beneath her skirt, I was surrounded by the warm aroma of her orgasm. I kept licking her, kissing her, sucking on her clit. Slowly, she calmed down. She gave one last shudder with her hips.

I pulled my head out from beneath her skirt, wiped my mouth on my hand.

Jennifer had her eyes half-closed. Her heavy dark hair had fallen across her face. Her red lips were full, slightly parted. Her tits pressed against her work shirt. When she saw me, her eyes brightened, and the most wonderful smile spread across her full lips. She bit her bottom lip and gave me a wicked wink.

I was in love.

I was as hard as a bull in heat.

Jennifer put a finger to her lips. She patted the seat next to her, and pointed back to the screen.

When I sat down, our professor was showing us pictures of Point of View pornography, in which the camera took on the identity of the man or woman being pleasured. It was a recent phenomenon, and our professor had many slides to discuss.

On one, a young woman with green eyes was sucking the viewer's cock.

On another, a blond woman with pigtails and a cowboy had was riding a hard shaft, her tits airborn with her movement.

In yet another, two young dark-skinned women sandwiched a big dick between their lush mouths, kissing each other around it.

I looked back at Jennifer. She pointed to her eyes, and pointed back at the screen. She pointed then at me. She wanted me to watch.

I kept my eyes on the screen. I couldn't tell you what our professor was talking about any more, but each picture made me think only of Jennifer. How much I would like her bright red lips wrapped around the head of my penis. How much I wanted her sliding up and down my cock. How hot it would be to get her and Brandi together for a threesome.

And while these thoughts raced through my head, Jennifer reached over and unzipped my jeans. My cock sprung out, eager for any touch. Jennifer again ran just her fingertips over it. It felt as if electric sparks were leaping from her fingers, making my cock twitch and swell even larger. Jennifer ran her fingertips all around the girth of my dick, up an down the shaft, and around the base of the head. She rested her fingers on the sensitive spot beneath the head and pressed in a small circle. She wrapped her hand around the shaft, feeling its width, warming it. Then, she lifted her hand to her mouth and got her fingers wet. She started at the head of my cock and ran her wet hand down to the base of the shaft, slowly. I strained to keep my eyes on the screen and she slowly, slowly worked her hand up and down my cock.

On the screen now was Japanese Point of View pornography, which combined roleplay with a viewer's perspective experience. A Japanese woman in a schoolgirl's outfit, a plaid skirt and button down shirt, shyly spread apart her pussy beneath a man's dick.

As Jennifer worked her hand up and down, she gently squeezed tight and then loose, tight and then loose. I took a deep breath, trying not to explode already.

On the screen another Japanese woman was dressed as a French maid. She gripped a kitchen sink with her hands, and her skirt was flipped up over her back. The viewer's cock was buried into her pussy from behind.

Jennifer took my hand and guided it to her mouth. She sucked on my fingers while her other hand began pumping just the head of my cock in short movements. My swollen head slid through her slick fingers, and I felt the pleasure run straight down to my balls. God this girl was going to make me cum.

Another picture of a Japanese woman with chains binding her wrists and ankles. She is bound to a wall, but she can lean just far enough to reach the viewer's dick with the tip of her tongue. She looks eager to have more of the cock in her mouth.

Jennifer continues to stroke my cock, pumping the head and shaft with her wet hand, wrapping her fingers tightly around. She lowers my wet hand down beneath her skirt. Her pussy is warm from where I had licked it, and I start rubbing her clit again. A slight moan escapes her lips. She pumps my dick faster, her hand warm, and my hips start pressing upwards against her strokes.

And now four Japanese women dressed as pirates, of all things, lay on their elbows and knees with their naked asses pointed at the camera. Their assholes are spread wide open, and the viewer's dick is about to plunge into one. I can't believe that our Professor is showing us these pictures, but more important is Jennifer's actions, beautiful Jennifer beside me, her hand wrapped around my cock.

I now slide a finger, and then two fingers, into Jennifer's wet pussy. I am keeping my eyes glued to the screen, as she commanded, but I can feel her breasts pressed against my arm, her hard nipples poking through her shirt. She grips my cock harder, is pumping it in great big strokes, the kind I use when I need to finish masturbating quickly before my roommate returns from class. I can feel that touching my cock is turning her on. Her pussy accepts another finger, and now I am sliding three fingers in and out, between her wet pussy lips. My hand is soaked.

On the screen, our professor is showing more Point of View pornography, but with gender roles switched. We see a man plunging his cock into the viewer's pussy. Just the top of the head of another man is shown who is eating a woman out. None of the viewer's faces are shown, but their bodies are those of beautiful women, thin and lean and adored by men.

I slide a fourth finger into Jennifer's pussy, almost my whole hand is sliding in and out, and she is bucking in her seat. The seat makes little squeaking noises, or maybe it's Jennifer, and I am almost ready to cum and she grips my cock and works it up and down in her hand. I have never felt my cock so big, so hard, and on the screen the viewer is looking over her shoulder at a man taking her from behind, the viewer is gazing down at another woman sucking on the viewer's breast, the viewer is looking at two women holding a massive dildo to the viewer's pussy.

Jennifer suddenly vaults from her seat, straddles my lap, and plunges down onto my cock. In one movement I am buried up to my balls in her pussy. She tears open her shirt, shoves my head onto her nipple. As I suck greedily at her breast, she rides my cock, sliding up and down my shaft, each time burying me deeper and deeper. She lowers her head and bites down on my neck, muffling a scream as she cums. I grab her ass as my balls tingle and I shoot cum deep inside her, forcing her up and down my cock as I continue shooting cum, over and over and over again, and even when I feel drained my cock throbs and more cum shoots out deep into Jennifer's pussy, and she is collapsed against me with her head on my shoulder and I am amazed that we fucked so silently.

And I shudder and cum again inside her. She whimpers, pleased.

We sit that way for a minute as the pictures continue to cycle. In the dark, with this beautiful woman smelling of sex and roses and wild fruits straddling my cock, I feel as if I could sleep for days.

After a quarter of an hour or so, our professor begins the conclusion to her lecture. Jennifer gasps. She knows that the lights will be turned on soon. She lifts herself from my cock, which, although not hard anymore, is still swollen to a great size, and rebuttons her shirt. Quickly she stuffs her notebook and binders into her backpack. She stands and faces the door, and then turns suddenly and plants a deep, open kiss on my lips, all the passion of our lovemaking concentrated in this one act. All the classroom fades away- the professor's voice, the hum of the projector, the scratchy seat cushion- as Jennifer kisses me. This is what I have wanted all my life.

Then, before the professor has a chance to turn on the light, Jennifer hurries to the door and leaves.

The lights turn back on. Students are clapping at the professor's conclusion. I stuff my cock back into my jeans, check myself for stains, and try to zip up without anyone hearing. I don't want anyone to have the wrong idea, after all!

As I pack up and head out the door, I find myself smiling widely. Jennifer had noticed me, after all. More than that- the final kiss expressed more than just lust. I felt love in that kiss. I felt a possibility for more. For dates in coffee shops. Hands held on long walks. Wild nights of fucking.

And then, suddenly, I grow cold. I realize today is the last day of class, the only class I share with Jennifer. I did not know where she lived, what classes she would be taking next semester, even if she was going to be at the same school next semester!

I was in love, and I had never even talked with her. 

Not a single word.



Nudity is For The Birds



"For today, abandon rude or disrespectful unneighborliness, photography without explicit permission, and uninvited groping, all ye who would enter here. Tomorrow, ask yourself if you want them back."

-Sign above the gate at Potter Farm's Annual Birthday Suit Bazaar and Celebration of The Skin You're In.

*

Robin almost didn't go that year. Two years in a row she had joined a small group of her sorority sisters at the local Nude Day celebration. Two years in a row she had posed the same riddle, like the Sphinx terrorizing Thebes, with an unspecified reward for the first brave and brainy hero who could solve it. She had nearly lost hope that anyone in this backwards, Miller High Life-drinking corner of Ohio met her idea of a hero.

The three girls at her door seemed genuinely dismayed, though. She rarely joined their 'fun,' and her quest for her own unique nude knight had become something of a sorority legend.

"Yay!" The three jumped in a mock-cheer when she acquiesced, not wanting to disappoint her sisters. Even if she knew one of the reasons they most wanted her presence was to attract more men to them with the proven combination of her long red hair, sweet lovely face with that big sincere smile she'd been told melted hearts, and two of the most magnificent, perfect breasts any of them had seen in their young lives. And the riddle, of course.

Usually, pretty young girls did not particularly seek out the company of girls like Robin who would steal the spotlight, but her riddle game guaranteed the boldest of boys and men would approach the group, only to be spurned. And spurned men, in the presence of multiple naked lovelies, tended to refocus their attention elsewhere very quickly. Her sisters shared more attention than they could possibly want.

Robin pulled on jeans, bra and t-shirt for the drive to the Potter farm, just over the county line, where the annual event was held. She heard the sigh when she pulled her shoes from the back of her closet.

"You're not wearing those hideous shoes again, are you?"

She looked up at the three as she slipped on the worn but still bright blue leather boating shoes. She had spent countless hours in these shoes, sailing the waters of the East Coast on family vacations. "Love me, love my shoes. They remind me of my family."

"That last thing I want to be reminded of when I'm surrounded by naked men is my family. Yuck." That was Christine, the willowy blond that got most of the attention once they failed Robin's test. The other two giggled. Christine was a major flirt, in defiance of her Ohio family which had preachers going back four generations.

Robin grabbed a small bag, made sure she had a couple of generic "Hello I'm" name tags and a marker in it, and they headed toward the beat-up Dodge Dart Swinger that the sorority had invested $200 in for the girls to share. Once inside the car and off campus, arms slipped in through arm holes and the girls did that magical dance that allowed bras to escape without undressing, Christine steering from the passenger seat while the driver made the change. No one wanted any creases or red lines spoiling the view once they disrobed.

After the elderly Dart, nicknamed the "Swingmobile" because of the ludicrous Swinger designation Chrysler had given the boxy model, was parked in the packed dirt parking area of the farm, the girls bailed out, stretching and looking out for any cute guys also arriving. It seemed as though almost no one from their small, conservative college, Mount Unity, either knew about or dared attend the annual event, fortunately. Only local students and those taking summer classes like Robin were still around in July anyhow.

All four girls stripped, each carrying only a small bag for wallet and essentials slung over a shoulder. Momentarily panicked, Robin eyed the overcast sky thankfully: she'd forgotten sunscreen. With her fair skin, a sunny unprotected day could mean a week of pain and peeling. It looked like rain - not at all uncommon during the humid summers here - was more likely than blue skies.

The lovely redhead carefully affixed the two small, self-adhesive name tags, one above each beautiful breast. With the marker, she had carefully crossed out the "I'm" and written in "We're." As had become expected, she received the amused shakes of three heads. Like everyone else, her sorority sisters had no idea what Robin was thinking.

Naked except for their small purses and their shoes (two pairs of canvas sneakers, Christine's wedged heels that stretched her long tanned legs out even more than usual, and the eye roll-worthy blue Topsiders), the girls headed toward the gate, prepaid tickets in hand. No tickets were ever sold at the gate or the day of the event, and no alcohol was allowed inside, to limit unruliness and appease the local authorities.

-----

"Come on, Jaybird. It'll be fun."

"There'll be titties. Lots and lots of titties."

"Riddle-me Red will be there."

Jay looked up that last. "How the hell do you know?"

Vern, the big, lumbering former guard on the local high school football team, now a part time janitor at the one of the two rubber band factories in town, shrugged. "She was there the last two years and she's here at Mount for summer school classes again."

Jay knew why they wanted him to go: Billy had been called in to work at the family IGA grocery store today and no way was Vern not getting paid for the fourth ticket. In 1983, ten dollars was no chump change. Otherwise, Jay was not usually on the top of their list for "it'll be fun" weekend company, especially if titties might be involved.

Even though he has gone to elementary and middle school with the rest of them, Jay was considered odd. He'd disappeared to go "back East" somewhere to a special college for the young and gifted. Now 19, he would have a college degree by Christmas. None of the others had any schooling past graduating from the miserable local high school, except Billy with one year worth of marketing and general Ed. classes at "Tri-C," the local community college. Even Mount Unity, known mainly for its Ag department, seemed an intellectual world apart to them.

Riddle-me Red. Vern had come up with the name when he came back with stories from the Birthday Suit Bazaar two years ago. Held back in second grade, he was a year older than the rest of the boys in his class, so he had met the eighteen year age cut off a summer sooner.

In the small town, Red stood out, and once the guys saw Brainiac Jay (if Vern been had been a little quicker with words and thought, 'Jayniac' would have been the kind of teasing label he would have used tirelessly) turn into a clumsy fool at the sight of her, they were merciless.

Other than Brainiac, the best Vern had been able to do in terms of nicknames for him had been Jaybird, after Jay had been spotted bird watching as a twelve year old in an orchard outside town, his dad's heavy old binoculars around his neck. Bird watching, like being smart and reading anything not specifically required, was just plain odd. 

With the limited creativity Vern generally showed, it was no wonder he was so proud of coming up with Riddle-me Red. Taking a line from the Riddler on Batman from TV and combining it with another word that started with the same letter (alliteration was not a word in Vern's world) was the very peak of his inventive prowess.

Brainiac Jay's public downfall had been at Fred's Root Beer drive-in last summer. Riddle-me herself had passed near as Jay was carrying a full tray of root beer in frosty thick glass mugs, burgers, and deep-fried mushrooms. Distracted by the sighting, his foot had caught on the low curb he had stepped over successfully since he'd been a toddler, sending food flying. It has gone downhill from there when she bent over to help him. He caught a glimpse of her cleavage as she leaned down and he turned into a stuttering klutz, failing three times before he got the spilled mugs and now soaked paper-wrapped food back onto the tray. 

Vern and Billy had witnessed it from Billy's old "three on the tree" Ford pickup, howling with laughter. The story had only grown from there with each telling. The worst part of the teasing was the truth behind it: Jay found girls in general rather confounding, especially pretty ones, and the redhead was the prettiest girl he had ever seen. 

The vision of her blue eyes looking into his, and her sweet smile, without a hint of laughter at his clumsiness, combined with the brief glimpse of her pale full breasts pressed together over the thin line of lace bra haunted his fantasies ever since. He still saw vividly the speckling of faint freckles that has been revealed to him in that soft creamy valley whenever he thought of her. And he thought of her often, especially in bed when the lights were out.

Jay signed. He knew he wouldn't approach her close enough to see those freckles again, but the chance to see Red naked was too good to miss. "Okay, I'll go."

Vern had managed to borrow his parent's station wagon. Jay was in the back seat with Troy, the quiet slim one who had been Vern's yes-man and shadow since kindergarten. For once, Troy spoke up, leaning over the back of the vinyl-covered bench front seat. "What's Red's riddle again?"

"Man, it's two words! You've gotta mind like..." Vern paused, stumping himself with how to finish what he'd started.

Jay pitched in. "Swiss cheese? A sieve?"

"Shut up, Brainiac!" Troy turned to punch him in the arm, already pissed he was stuck in the back with the nerd.

Chuck, sharing the front seat, answered. "Two name tags, one over each perfect, full, squeezable boob." His hands gestured as though they lovingly cradled one of the legendary mounds. "Instead of 'Hello I'm' she changed it to 'Hello We're', as in 'We Are'."

Troy was still trying to get it. "So, we're supposed to fill in the blank?"

Chuck shrugged without turning around. "I guess. No one knows for sure."

"Are there ellipses?" Jay asked. He pronounced it ee-lip-seez.

"Jesus, Jay! Lips what?"

Jay explained. "Three dots. Periods. That would make it clear she's looking for whatever comes next."

"Periods?" Vern was laughing at his own joke before he got it out. "I hope not. Naked periods walking around would be nasty."

Chuck chimed in. "And Jaybird will be what comes next. Probably shoot his little load as soon as he sees her."

Laughter filled the station wagon. Jay even joined in at that one, but still blushed at the insult, wondering if there was some truth to it.

Jay felt better about himself once they'd stripped in the parking lot after sitting in the hot car too long, gathering their courage and watching the couples, singles and small groups filtering in. They didn't recognize anyone from town. As usual, it seemed most of the attendees had driven down from the bigger cities like Akron and Canton and even as far away as Cleveland. More than a few looked suspiciously like hippies and most were older and wrinklier than a young man's idea of what he'd hope to see at such an event.

Jay had the advantage of being a swimmer, competing on his school's team in the winter and an AAU club during the summer. That meant he had a fair amount of lean, toned muscle and a good even tan everywhere a Speedo didn't cover.

The other three had some version of a "farmer's tan:" sun-browned arms and a tan ring around the neck, pale everywhere else. Chuck and Troy apparently both wore short sleeves outside: their tan started at the bicep, with Chuck adding the extra triangle of a v-neck. Vern had bordered on fat even when he played football, and the time away from sports hadn't helped. Combining that with the habit of wearing just a sleeveless undershirt and cut-off jeans whenever outside left him with a flabby two-tone hick look that made the others appear in a far more positive light.

As they headed to the gate, tickets in hand, Jay's mind went over the riddle again and again. There had to be some trick to it. Something these clods had missed. And every other clod too, since apparently no one had yet solved Red's mystery.

-----

By noon, the girls had endured a near endless stream of attempted riddlers. Christine was the only one still with Robin. The other two had left a little while earlier with a pair of cute Akron University basketball players who had turned their attention elsewhere after their riddle-solving attempts came up short: "Absolutely perfect" was complimentary and not gross, but woefully unoriginal; "the early birds, looking for their worm," accompanied by a knowing glance at his own naked worm, had gotten a chuckle from one of the girls and a synchronized eye roll from the others.

Christine's vote for best answer so far had come from a distinguished looking man showing a little grey around the temples and a fit body with an even head-to-toe tan. He'd tried out "definitely more than a handful, but absolutely nothing wasted."

Even if he was several inches shorter than she was in her wedges, Christine was disappointed he hadn't moved on to chat her up. Something about his smooth voice and that full body tan piqued her interest. Plus she liked older men, as two of her Mount Unity professors and a tutor had learned.

But not as old as the little chubby gnome with the denim paper-boy cap covering an obviously bald head. He came up with the attempt, and was slapped hard for violating the don't-touch rule. 

"Hello, we're...here to scare the bees." He offered, a small smile curling his lips.

Robin was confused. "Huh? Scare the bees?"

"If you say so." Alternating, he poked each of her boobs with one extended finger on each hand several times in rapid succession. "Boo bees. Boo bees. Boo bees."

His delighted cackle was cut short by the sharp crack of Robin's full swing open palm, thrown like a hard topspin forehand in tennis. He looked like he might have a dislocated jaw the way he probed it gingerly as he scuttled away after he retrieved his hat.

It was amazing and disappointing how many guys tried just to fill in the blank with the simplest, coarsest failing attempts...

"Boobs."

"Tits."

And the coarse if not quite as simple...

"Backdoor love handles." 

"Mammalian protuberances." Points for the Zappa reference, but nothing else.

"My next meal." Yuck. 

"Our baby's first meal." Double yuck.

"The world's finest hot dog bun, ready for my foot-long." More original, but even yuckier, since the fat slob with the world's worst redneck tan delivered it like a line he'd been practicing since last year, and his current lack of pants made the foot-long suggestion particularly laughable. Literally laughable, as both girls had looked down in unison, seen a mushroom paler and less appetizing than any cave-grown fungus, and failed to hold back their audible amusement. Robin gave an unconscious shudder as she remembered him from last year, with almost exactly the same line and result.

Vern had stomped off after Troy (next meal) and Chuck (baby meal), his large pinkish (the sun had begun to shine through thinning cloud cover) belly jiggling. That left Jay alone, thoughtful and nearly petrified with fear. At least he tried to remain thoughtful, while alternating images popped in and out of his mind's eye.

Perfect freckled cleavage framed in lace. Root beer-soaked fried mushrooms. Freckles. Mushrooms. At least the ruined mushrooms he saw weren't Vern's.

She was truly gorgeous. Not beauty contest, make-up and hairdo gorgeous. Natural, towel-dry-and-ready-to-go stunning radiance, especially with her hair shining even more resplendently in the recently-appearing sun's rays. That wonderful smile always near the surface.

And her body! He couldn't see freckles from here, but he could sure see nipples, pink and protruding but not too much. A belly that swelled that slightest just enough to lead the eye down to a short, shapely triangle of orange-red hair peaking out between her legs. Her legs were decidedly curvier and softer than the tall, slim beauty next to her. Creamy smooth legs that would be heaven wrapped around your hips or sliding softly over cheeks as your nose and mouth nuzzled closer to their moistening zenith.

Jay rarely considered himself a poet, but Red brought out his inner sonneteer. His eyes continued their journey the length of her legs, stopped at her shoes. Boat shoes, kind of preppy, in a bright blue. A blue that went well with her red hair and blue eyes, but an odd choice.

Think, Jaybird, think! You're different from these clods, these bumpkins that have been universally wrong. You're brilliant in school, you know calculus and organic chemistry like few your age, you have personally seen and identified over 207 species of birds. Why would you be intimidated by a pair of boobies?

An image came to Jay then of Boobies, the pelagic birds similar to the Albatross, bobbing their heads in their unique, comical mating dance. Nature shows on TV love to score the motion with upbeat Jazz. Red wanted to do her own mating dance, or she wouldn't be here, naked, having strange men lineup to try and solve her riddle. While wearing those odd blue shoes.

What was her mating dance? Don't step on my blue boat shoes? The blue-footed shuffle?

Blue-footed! Could it be? Jay's heart was racing. He waited, took a few deep breaths, like he did before mounting the starting blocks before a race. His heart slowed. Still, he was nervous enough to wonder if he'd be able to articulate words once he was face to face with her.

A muscular, tanned man, at least five years older than Jay, with flowing blond-streaked hair, was approaching Red. The kind of man who made Jay feel completely uninteresting to women. He saw the taller girl eying the man almost hungrily, openly appraising him while his attention was on Red.

Then the man was striding off, muttering and shaking his head. Jay stepped up. Red smiled at him. Instead of being intimidated, her smile calmed him, like a soothing warmth passing through his body. He noticed a slight wondering look to her eyes.

"Hi."

Her smile broadened. "Hi."

He checked over his shoulder. No one was waiting yet.

"Do you like birds?" 

"Huh?" That was tall, tan, and slender, as though he'd just uttered the dumbest pick up line ever. Quite an accomplishment in the current social climate.

But Red's face lit up in genuine surprise. "I do! I'm named after one."

It was Jay's turn to be surprised. "Me too! I'm Jay."

He held out his hand in greeting.

"Come on, buddy. Take your guess and beat it." The annoyed voice came from behind him. Looking over his shoulder, two guys had come up close, one tapping his foot, arms crossed over his naked chest.

A soft warm hand took his. "Don't mind them. I'm Robin. Nice to meet you, Jay."

Her voice was as soothing as her smile, but he sensed a nervous excitement from her hand in his. An anticipation in her eyes. Could he be right?

"They're Blue-footed Boobies." He blurted it out in a rush.

"Oh my god!" She dropped his hand, leaving him momentarily empty inside at the lost contact. Then her arms were tight around him, her soft hair and its unexpected intoxicating scent covering his face, her body pressed close to his as she squealed in delight. "Finally!"

The comforting, calming effect of Red's - Robin's - smile and touch was lost on Jay now that the entire, and entirely naked, girl was so close. He could feel her soft but firm breasts as she hopped in celebration against him. He could feel her nipples against his chest. The fear was back: the very likely erection popping up could ruin this moment.

He could push her away, but that would mean putting his hands on his living, jiggling fantasy. He became aware of sharp, uncomfortable irritation on his bare chest. It didn't actually hurt, but he concentrated on it. He noticed it was actually two spots, one on each side, above each of her nipples.




Nudity is For The Birds



He tried to concentrate even more intently when Robin shifted to look over his shoulder, pushing herself up and against him as she rose up on her toes. Jay caught another wave of her scent. Flowers, sweet feminine sweat, and ambrosia. He wasn't sure what ambrosia smelled like, but only the chosen food of the gods could smell this good.

"Sorry, guys. Contest's over. We have a winner." Her voice, so near, tickled his neck just below his ear. He almost groaned out loud. Soft, small hands slid down his back, over his white, rounded buttocks, toned from years in the pool with a kick-board. The voice lowered to a whisper as she squeezed. "A definite winner."

Jay vaguely heard mumbles of disappointment behind him, but his mind and body both were focused on her hands and where they squeezed. Rather than encourage the erection he feared, the surprise of her action seemed to distract his immediate arousal. 

Robin pulled back to look him in the eyes. He noticed the same slightly quizzical expression behind her bright smile at the same time he realized what the sharp sensations had been. Now askew, the two paper name tags had folded enough to poke into him with their folded corners.

He found his hands held in hers. "Would you like to walk with me, Jay, solver of riddles?"

"Like Oedipus?" Jay loved mythology almost as much as birds, but realized too late most people associated the Hero of Thebes with something less socially acceptable than solving the riddle of the Sphinx.

"Oh, serious yuck!" Tan and Slim's job seemed seemed to be to administer the negative, but Robin again responded positively.

"He knows his birds and his Greek literature too. I did find a winner." She cocked one eye brow up at him with a sudden stern look. "But I ain't yo mama."

Jay laughed, feeling the tension and fear leave him. He nodded his head once. "I'd love to walk with you, Robin Riddler."

She dropped one hand and turned, leading him by the other, her fingers entwining with his. A very small portion of Jay's mind noticed the miffed, pouty look on the taller girl's face as she was abandoned. It added to his wide smile. Before he caught up to his spot alongside his prize, he managed to take in the wonderful close up view of Robin's backside as she walked, pulling him along.

"We don't need these." With her free hand she peeled off the two tags, started to toss them in a 55 gallon makeshift trash can they were passing.

"Wait!" 

She paused her motion mid backswing.

"Can I have them? They're...like a gold medal in riddling."

"Ahh. That's sweet!" Jay would have been content to have her look at him that way forever. She offered the wrinkled tags to him as it dawned on him that he had no pockets or anywhere else to put them. She realized the same thing, taking the time to search up and down his naked body with her eyes to make sure.

"I'll hold them for you." She released his hand long enough to tuck them into her small purse, slung diagonally by its slim strap over her shoulder. She found his hand again.

As they walked, neither too sure what to say, but content to people watch and explore a few booths, Jay began to notice more than a few people point the two out. The Riddling Redhead had become locally famous. His chest puffed out and his shoulders squared as his accomplishment sank in.

"Have you gone this way yet?" She asked as they came to a sort of crossroad. Most of the festival was a flattish field of mowed down field grass dotted with temporary stands offering a variety of food, drink, and information on "alternative lifestyles," but one section extended into a grove of second-growth hardwoods.

"Uh. I haven't gone very far at all." That didn't sound quite right. "I mean, I haven't explored much. Here."

Robin was trying if hold back her laugh. Jay took a deep breath.

"No, I haven't gone this way yet."

Robin wrapped her arm around his, briefly leaning her head and soft red hair on his shoulder. "I haven't explored much either, Jay."

The crowd thinned as soon as they entered the trees. It seemed odd, since the shade and relative quiet felt so comfortable and welcoming. Hay bales with cheap batik tapestries thrown over top were scattered between the trees as makeshift seats. There were a few booths set up in the shade, of a nature more akin to their more peaceful locale. 

They passed one where several people were giving or receiving massages, a thin man with a long grey beard playing a soft tune on an odd instrument. A dulcimer? Jay wondered. Another booth held a variety of hammocks and hanging chairs, about half being used by very relaxed-looking patrons.

He became aware of Robin's soft breast pressing against his arm as she held herself near him. It felt more close, intimate, than overtly sexual. Until now, Jay would have doubted any contact with the object of his fantasies could be anything but sexual.

"Let's sit." Jay took her suggestion, since there was a vacant spot nearby. He took one end of the bale, conveniently placed so the leaning trunk of a birch provided a fairly comfortable back rest.

Robin sat close, her thigh against his. "Tell me about yourself, Jay. How did you become an expert on Boobies?"

They both laughed when his eyes dropped to her chest. He shrugged with a grin. He couldn't remember not being embarrassed any time he'd been caught looking at a girl's tits before.

"I've always liked birdwatching. I spent a couple summers at my Aunt's place south of Pittsburg. There's a lake, a creek, and lots of wildlife. She got me hooked. I had my hundredth bird identified by the time I turned eleven."

"I was ten." She tried to put on a superior proud look at her one-upmanship, but it only looked cute. "It helped spending summers on a sailboat."

"Checked off in the back of Peterson's Field Guide?" He asked.

"Birds of Eastern and Central North America. Of course. How else?" 

"Well, Peterson's the gold standard, but I have a James Bond hardbound my aunt gave me."

"James Bond?"

"The ornithologist, not the spy."

Jay could tell she was lost, and he relished the chance to show off a little. Even if it was a nerdy way to do it.

"Ian Fleming, who wrote the Bond books, was a birder. He named him after a James Bond that published bird books. I have a Field guide to Birds of the West Indies, though it hasn't helped much locally. Have you read any of the Bond, the spy, books? Ian Fleming would love your Blue-footed pun. Right up his alley."

She looked impressed, shook her head. "I had no idea. Spy stories are not usually my thing. I just think of 'Bond, James Bond' in that sexy Scottish accent and Paul McCartney singing that horrible 'in this crazy world in which we live in'."

"My god." The words just flowed out of him. "You're beautiful, a bird watcher, and a grammar nazi! You're perfect."

Robin kissed him. Not a deep kiss, but more than a peck, and it took his breath away. Soft lips held his for a timeless brief moment, just long enough for him to start to kiss back and catch the slightest taste of spearmint.

Her eyes dropped shyly as she pulled back. Jay saw a bright red flush spread over her cheeks. He looked down and saw why: his forgotten fear had sprung up, hard and straight from between his legs, exposed to anyone who looked their way. Fortunately, their seat was at least partly obscured by a fallen tree and a bend in the path.

Jay felt his face grow hot, looked up to see Robin's teasing grin, her eyes bright. He wondered whose cheeks were redder, even with the advantage her complexion brought.

"I can help hide it." It was the whisper of a conspirator. His eyes went wide at an instant thought of 'hide the salami.'

Robin missed his reaction. She turned away from him on the bale, leaning back against his chest. She adjusted, her smooth bottom catching his erection and directing it upward along her lower back as she wriggled closer. Jay awkwardly rested his hands on her sides above the sweet curve of her hips.

Robin's hands found his, fingers again knitting with his own before pulling his arms close around her. Once more, the intoxicating scents from her hair filled his nose. This time he inhaled deeply, his face close to her neck.

"Mmmm. I like that, Jay."

"I like all of this, Robin."

"I can tell." One thumb stroked the back of his hand, his palm covering a patch of divinely soft, smooth belly. 

At a loss what he should do from here, not wanting to spoil the perfect, magic moment, Jay simply held her, inhaled her scent, and tried to keep his boner from twitching against her. When the silence went on a little too long, his nerd brain again took over.

"Did you know Ian Fleming also wrote Chitty Chitty Bang Bang?"

"Really? I love that movie!" She gave a little shimmy of excitement against him. "With Dick van Dyke and Benny Hill, how could you go wrong?"

Caught up in her excitement, Jay's hands, pulling her smaller ones along, slid up and over her soft, full, very naked chest. "Benny Hill would like you."

She froze, her nervous tension transmitted clearly where her back leaned against his chest.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I just..." His blathering apology trailed off as her fingers squeezed his.

"Shh. It's okay." Her action on his fingers caused his own hands to squeeze the giving yet firm flesh under them "You just surprised me."

"I surprised me too. I don't normally..." Now it was his own loss for words that interrupted him.

Robin tilted her head back and kissed his cheek, just over the line of his jaw. The simple touch was electric. "I don't normally either."

They stayed that way for a moment, until a couple walked up the trail past the massage booth. Four hands slid down to a more proper place around her waist, but in a tighter embrace than before. The man and woman, perhaps in their mid-30s, both with no sign of tan lines, nodded as they strolled last. As they disappeared around the next bend, Robin giggled.

"That was close."

Jay gave her a squeeze, nuzzling close to sniff again in her hair, daring to plant a light kiss on her neck, moist with a trace of sweat in the humid Ohio air. "This is close."

"I know." She whispered. "This is not like me."

"I like you. And this."

"Me too."

She broke the next silence. "Isn't it weird that we're both named after birds?"

"Both of us? All four of us if you include the blue-footed twins."

"Silly boy." She snuggled back on him. "Hmm. And that feels like a lot more worm that the early bird was looking for."

Jay snorted in surprise, caught off guard. Encouraged, she continued.

"The poor bird might choke." He inhaled sharply.

Robin gasped when she realized how that has sounded. "I didn't mean...I wasn't...oh god!"

Her hands pulled free of his and covered her face as she started to sit up. His arms held her tight.

"Hey. It's okay. I know you didn't mean...that. Really, it's okay." He felt her relax, her hands again finding his.

She shook her head, the motion filling his nostrils with ambrosia again. "That was bad."

"Nah. That was a good one. Like I said, Ian Fleming would like you."

He changed the subject, away from her embarrassment. "Speaking of people named after birds, do you think anyone else here is?"

"Is that what we were speaking of?" Relaxing, she leaned back into him again. "Like who?"

"Well, see that tall girl, with the Afro?" The woman in question was tall, wearing her hair in a style that had been more popular a decade earlier, her Afro spilling out over a scarf tied as a wide headband. Sizable muscles flexed in her dark, defined arms as she leaned over a massage table, her subject hidden from their view by the fallen tree. "Her name's Phoebe."

"You know her? From where?" Robin sounded miffed, almost jealous. 

"Never seen her before in my life."

"Then how do you know...oh. A Black Phoebe. I get it. Clever boy."

"You catch on quick, O clever girl."

"You have no idea how clever. My turn." She paused in thought. Jay took the opportunity to kiss her neck, lingering this time before tasting her salty skin with the lightest flick of his tongue.

"Hey! No fair distracting me."

He licked her neck again, nibbling under her ear. He whispered. "You find this distracting?"

"Very. Put your leg on the other side of the bale." She tapped the thigh nearest her. Jay followed her directions, slipped his leg between them so that he was straddling the makeshift bench. Robin slid back, reclining in his arms, his hard-on caught snugly, even more blatantly than before, between them.

The position lowered her head so that he could no longer easily kiss at her neck, but it gave him an unimpeded view of her magnificent chest, the smattering of freckles that has haunted him since last summer, and even a hint of curly red hair below where his arms encircled this gift from the gods. 

"Distracted?" She asked in response to the obvious twitch he gave against her back, entirely of his body's own volition.

"Very."

"Good. Now, remember the old guy with the long beard, playing the zither?" They couldn't see him from here, but they could still hear the odd, ethereal music.

"Is that what it is? A zither? I was guessing a dulcimer."

Robin paused. "Maybe you're right. It probably is a dulcimer. But quit distracting me."

Jay again twitched against her, this time on purpose. Her back arched.

"Hey! That is so not fair."

"Sorry." He kissed her hair near the top of her head.

"Where was I? Oh yeah. Old man, long beard, bushy white eyebrows, playing a mysterious instrument with obvious magical properties. He's almost certainly Merlin."

"Merlin? Oh, like a falcon? A sparrow-hawk. Good one. You are clever."

"Told you. Your turn."

"Hmm." Jay's gears were turning, coming up empty. Another couple walked by. The tall man had long brown hair, carefully brushed and blown-dried back from his face. The woman was pretty but very slim, almost without curves. Her hair was a flowing mass of thick dreadlocks and a small dark tangle poked out from under her arms.

"The Tufted Tit." He pronounced it definitely, like the narrator of a zoology film announcing an important development.

"The Tufted Tit? Her tits are the one place I'm not seeing any unusual tufting."

"Exactly. This one has a backstory."

"Pray go on, professor." The laughter behind her words encouraged and delighted him.

"The man with the flowing locks is obviously an expert on hair, perhaps a cosmetologist by training."

"Obviously."

"When the two met, the poor girl was charmed by the man, but horrified to get...intimate with him because of her dark secret."

"And what, sir, was this dark secret?"

"She was extremely sensitive to the fact that her breasts were not only quite small, but they each spotted several dark hairs growing near the nipple. She had never let anyone see them, and had been sadly misinformed by the old wive's tale that hair, once removed, grows back thicker and darker."

"That's not true?" Robin seemed genuinely surprised.

"Not at all. Now, a shaved hair will have a blunt end that may appear darker and thicker when it grows back, but that affects only the appearance of the end. A hair tweezed out will grow back with a finer end, and generally no darker than the one it replaced. In fact, if enough hairs are pulled from a given follicle, it can lose its ability to produce more, the last few growing increasingly wispy."

"I had no idea."

"Neither did she. As the relationship progressed, hair-guy's frustration increased at his inability to get to second base. Finally she relented and confessed her fears, electing to trust his obviously evolved sensibilities. He calmly observed her minor hirsutism when she finally, shyly slipped her top off after a lovely dinner and a bottle or two of wine."

"Hirsutism. Nice word." 

"Thank you." Jay acknowledged the compliment without losing the flow of his story. "After rectifying her opinion of hair removal, hair-guy offered his professional services, free of charge."

"What a guy. All that hair, and a philanthropist too."

"Years of pent up tension left her a bundle of nerves as he leaned over her, tweezers at the ready. Her nervousness and imagination magnified the slight pain of the first hair being expertly yanked out, roots and all. Without thought, at her yelp of pain, hair-guy distracted her by locking his lips on her overwhelmed nipple, sucking at the sensitive point while his tongue flicked over it, driving all thought of the transitive pain from her.

"Taken by surprise, the tension released in a way neither could have anticipated. The expectation of pain, the sudden sharp sensation in such a vulnerable area, and his mouth's intimate distraction combined to set off the most mind-blowing orgasm she had yet experienced."

Robin's hands were gripping his own now and Jay could see a noticeable increase in the movement of her chest as her breaths became more rapid.

"They repeated the process with the remaining hairs, with similar ecstatic results. To this day, they allow the hairs to regrow enough to relive the pain/tension/release cycle that has been such a key part of their sex life ever since. Hence, the Tufted Tit."

"Wow." Robin's voice almost husky. "I didn't expect that."

She twisted in his arms, his hard-on dragging across her bare lower back to press into her hip. When she kissed him her lips were eager and hungry, her tongue seeking out his. The position brought one of his hands to her round bottom and he heard no complaints as he squeezed her soft flesh. Instead, he felt it move under his grip, pushing toward him a slow repeated rhythm.

"That was really hot." Her lips brushed against his when they separated enough for speech. She twisted back to face away from him, nestled together as close as they could. Neither commented on the wet trail they both felt the tip of his erection draw from her hip to her spine. "My turn."

"I can't wait." Jay's heart was pounding in his chest as an almost maniacal grin distorted her face.

"His name isn't hair-guy, it's Cliff. And though he hadn't yet been allowed second base, that didn't mean they'd stayed near first. Our sweet, misled tufted girl was desperate to keep him out of her shirt and away from the source of her anguish. Their make-out sessions, their passionate kisses, were getting both of them to a highly aroused, near irrational state every time they were together."

"I can understand how that might happen." Jay concurred. He let her feel a twitch along her spine.

"Mm. Bad boy. Finally one day when he had come to visit her at the rural communal farm where she'd been raised, she reached a decision. She was pinned to the rough wood siding behind the barn, out of view of any prying eyes. She could feel his hardness pressed full against her, his breath ragged with desire, as their tongues and lips slid against each other, passions bordering on madness.

"When she pushed his eager hands away from her shirt hem a second time, she held them tight in hers, tugging him through the barn door. Moving quickly so she didn't lose her nerve, she unbuckled his pants, shoving them down over his muscular thighs."

"I saw his thighs. They weren't all that muscular."

"Shush, young man, and listen."

"I'm all ears."

Robin wriggled again, rolling his rigid shaft between them. "Not all. Anyhow, his thighs were more muscular back then. As his pants came down, she dropped to her knees, lowering her tufted and hidden titties out of his reach. She had to relieve his passion before he unveiled her shame. Enthusiasm trumped inexperience as she took him in her mouth. His surprised delight combined with the height of their heated arousal, and it was only moments before he exploded, plunging deep past her lips and tongue. Cautious to leave no damning visible evidence on her clothes, she managed to swallow all of his substantial, creamy load."




Nudity is For The Birds



Jay's mind was awhirl. He had trouble getting enough air. Riddle-me Red has just described a blow job in intimate detail as he held her naked body tight to his. 

Robin's hand stroked over his. "You like?"

"Holy cow. Yeah. I like. But how does a bird fit in? You said his name was Cliff."

"That was her very first Cliff Swallow, silly. And first Barn Swallow. That's two birds with one moan." She giggled and Jay groaned at the final bad pun.

"Do you always tell oral sex stories on the first date?"

She shook her head. "Never. And you haven't even asked me on a date yet."

Yet? "Does that mean you want me to?"

"If a girl doesn't get a least one date out of a day like this, she's doing something very wrong."

"If a lady wants to hold the door open, a gentleman steps through. Robin, would..."

"Excuse me. I hope I'm not interrupting." They both jumped, startled, at the unexpected voice. "Ah, I see I was. My apologies."

Merlin stood facing them. His face showed wrinkles and age, his skin had some definite sag, but he looked fit. His eyes had a youthful twinkle, his teeth were straight and white, and he looked as comfortable in his birthday suit as a judge in his robes.

"You're the riddle girl, no?"

"Yes." Robin answered quickly. They had both relaxed as soon as they had seen the speaker. He seemed so comfortable with himself, it put others at ease.

"I'm Tom, Tom Potter. This is my place. I wanted to thank you."

"Thank me? For what?"

"For the free advertisement. At least a third of the calls I got this week were asking if you'd be here. Attendance is up by more than that."

Jay nodded. "I only came because of the chance you'd be here."

Robin twisted to look him. "Seriously? We've never met." Her face took on that puzzled look he'd seen twice before. "Have we?"

He blushed. "Kind of. At Fred's Root Beer. I didn't make a very good impression."

"You. You were the one with the tray? I wondered where I'd seen you before." She was smiling at him. "You made a better impression today."

"You must be the solver of the Red Sphinx's riddle, then." Tom spoke up again.

"I am. I'm Jay, Tom. And this is Robin. And thanks for not coming out and calling me Oedipus. It makes the girls nervous." Robin slapped his thigh.

Tom's laugh was surprisingly hearty. "Pleased to meet you both. If you don't mind my asking, what was the winning answer?"

"Blue-footed Boobies." They both answered together. He looked at her chest, at her shoes, then it was Tom's thigh's turn to get slapped, by his own open palm.

"Boobies. Of course. The ones that dance like this." This skinny old fellow did a remarkably solid imitation of the mating dance, long beard waving. "Good riddle, young Robin. Good thinking, young Jay. I'm glad at least some youngsters have a head on their shoulders worth keeping. Not like those three idiots we had to call the constabulary on today."

"Three?" Jay was worried. "Was one a big porker with a farmer's, ah, undershirt and shorts tan?

Tom shook his head "Unfortunately, Jay, that describes too many of our attendees."

"And they all wanted to guess my riddle."

Tom eyed Robin again. "I have no doubt of that. Do you know Porky's name, Jay?"

"Vern. Vern Sykes."

"Yep. That's the big fellow."

"Damn. That was my ride." Jay felt Robin tense at the mention of a ride.

Tom looked surprised. "I wouldn't have put a bright young riddle solver in a truck with that piece of work."

"Well, they're not my every day compadres, but they were too cheap to let an extra ticket go to waste and they dangled the likelihood of a certain intellectually-challenging redhead being here."

"A challenge you were apparently up to."

"I'll say." Robin added, wiggling back on him emphatically, though he was a little less up since Tom had shown up.

"Tom, you said your name's Potter." Something had clicked in Jay's mind.

"So I did."

"Tom the Potter?" 

The old timer looked at him closely, suddenly appearing more Merlin-like. Like a wizard and a bird of prey. Jay's dad used to mention a Tom the Potter, an art teacher who'd made a lasting impression. Once or twice he'd gone off to spend a Saturday visiting the man. When he was kid, Jay had spent hours with his dad learning to both hand-mold clay and throw it on the wheel with the heavy kick stone, using techniques passed down from Tom.

"I get called an old coot these days, occasionally sculptor, artist or visionary, Tom the royal pain in the rear, but almost no one still calls me Tom the Potter. You said your name's Jay? Jay Markham, Junior, if I'm not mistaken. That solves a small dilemma."

"I'm Jay Markham, but not a Junior. Dad's middle initial is D. Mine's T. Tom here was my dad's art teacher, back before they'd invented paint." The last part was to Robin, but was rewarded by a scowl from the potter.

Robin piped up. "What dilemma?"

"Well, I was wanting to invite a certain pulchritudinous and famous riddler to enjoy some of the more exclusive attractions here, but I was reluctant to trust her taste in men. Being as he solved your riddle, I was tempted to include him, but now that I know his misbegotten origins..."

"Hey!" 

"...I think you'll both fit in fine. And neither of you need to worry about your rides, or the clothes you no doubt left in them."

"What kind of attractions?"

"Nothing too extravagant, but there is a small section of the festival that is invite-only. No hurry, but when you feel like it, follow this path to the gate that says 'I'll forgive your trespasses when you get the hell off my land'. It's a Hastings lock, Junior."

"What's a Hastings lock?" Robin asked.

"I'll show you." Jay gave her a squeeze. "It's kind of a riddle. And thank you, Tom."

"Yes, thank you, Mr. Potter."

"Young lady, it's Tom, and the least I could do for you. Jay T, it's a pleasure to finally meet you. I'll see you both later." The old man spun and headed back toward the booths they had passed earlier, with arms swinging and a spry bounce to his step.

Jay felt Robin stroking his forearm with her fingers before she twisted in his embrace. His hard-on, finally deflating during their encounter with Merlin, had left a wet spot of shiny clear fluid on her back. Her motion spread part of it sideways, following her waist. She reached a hand back, examined one wet finger before wiping it on her leg. Jay was entranced by the sight of his own pre-cum, shining on this angel's thigh.

"You really do mark 'em, don't you Mr. Markham?"

"You bring out the best in me."

"Is that really the best? I'm a little disappointed."

"Just an expression, fair lady. The best is yet to come."

"You wish."

"Yes I do. That's just a taste."

"A taste? Naughty boy, thinking of third base already. We just met."

"After your tale of the Barn Swallow, can you blame me?"

"I guess not, but you started it with the morality tale of the Tufted Tit."

"Morality tale? What was the moral?"

"A little pain, a lot of gain."

"I could never hurt you."

She pouted, eyes shining. "Not even a little?"

Jay's boner had risen again, and now lurched against her hip. "Maybe if you asked real nice."

"My noble knight." She kissed him, soft, warm, and comfortable. Only as they parted did he feel a light touch of her tongue across his lips. Jay was very aware of her breasts, punctuated by the hard knots of her nipples, against him.

Robin looked down. "A knight with a very formidable lance."

She surprised them both by reaching down and gingerly wrapping her hand around his shaft. Jay's jaw dropped open before he groaned.

A thick stream of fluid, part clear, part cloudy, flowed out of his tip and over her fingers.

Robin stared unmoving before her eyes flicked up to his. "Did you..?"

"Not quite, but almost."

"So that's still not the best?" Her hand was making small motions on his still rigid shaft, smoothing the slippery mess over him.

He shook his head. "Not by a long shot. You, fair maiden, are the best."

"A long shot, huh? This one was rather short. The shot I mean, certainly not your lance."

"Keep doing what you're doing and the next shot will be quite a bit longer, I promise."

Her hand stopped, but her grin was mischievous. "You want to hit me with your best shot?"

He finished the lyric. "Fire away."

They both laughed. 

Jay continued. "But I meant it when I said you were the best. This is like the best dream ever."

For a moment she looked ready to cry, even as she smiled. His heart leapt. "And you did say the best was yet to come."

"I'd love a chance to help remedy that misfortune."

She shook her head. "You men. When the conversation changes to sex, you're so quick with the L-word, even before the first date."

"About that, Robin. Would you consent to going on a date with me?"

"When were you thinking, sir knight?"

"The sooner the better. Would you be my date to adventure into the unknown lands beyond the mysterious Lock of Hastings?"

"That is soon." She looked thoughtful, pausing long enough that old fears whispered their baseless doubts to Jay. Robin banished them with three words. "I'd love to."

She saw his gaze dart over her shoulder and turned to look, suddenly embarrassed that she'd been caught red - more accurately, wet - handed. It was Black Phoebe, heading in the direction Tom had indicated.

She smiled at the two, a broad warm toothy smile, then waved. Up close, she was striking. Toned, long muscles showed clearly, accented by a light sheen of sweat. Besides the floral scarf headband she wore nothing, not even shoes, except for an ornate necklace of dark metal accented with deep red stones. It formed a broad triangle from the base of her long neck to a point between her small, firm breasts. Breasts capped by rather large, very dark nipples.

"I heard you two accepted Tom's invitation. I'm heading that way now. Care to join me?"

Robin spoke up. "Thanks. We're just wrapping up our conversation. We'll follow along in a minute."

Phoebe nodded with another warm smile. "Great. See you soon." She was soon out of their sight, around the corner Cliff and Tufted had disappeared.

"Help me up." Robin requested.

Jay grabbed her hips, enjoying the sight and feel of his hands on either side of her shapely waist, just as it narrowed above her bottom. He lifted as she stood, then pushed himself up to join her. Again, the interruption and conversation had deflated his visible arousal.

He sucked in a sudden sharp breath when Robin brought her still wet hand up and wrapped her lips over the web between thumb and forefinger, right where his leak had spilled.

"What?" She looked coyly. "Didn't you say it was only a taste?"

She smacked her lips. "Hmm. Kind of salty, but not much flavor."

Robin fixed her eyes on his. "Seriously, Jay. I've never done anything like this before."

"Me either."

"I don't mean telling bird jokes and solving riddles with naked strangers."

"Me either."

The rest came out in a rush of words. "That's the first time I've ever touched a boy's...boner. Or tasted his stuff. Jay, I've never been with, I'm still a, I've never had sex." Her eyes dropped and her shoulders drooped.

"Me either." He said it more deliberately this time, making sure she understood what he was telling her. Her eyes came back up to his.

"Really?"

"Really?"

Oh, Jay, my knight." She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face against his neck.

"Robin, my day." Nothing like another pun to break the tension. "But there is one thing you should know. I wasn't telling the whole truth."

She pulled back, her face showing just how vulnerable her confession had made her.

"I have actually touched a boy's...boner before." He paused just an instant. "But only when I was alone."

She pushed him away, that heart-melting smile back. "You brat!"

"Guilty as charged."

He took her hand, gestured toward the path with a sweep of his free arm. "By the way, did you notice Phoebe's necklace?"

Robin nodded. "Beautiful."

"Yes, you are. But off topic. Do you think if it had been her with Cliff in the barn, she might have made a sensual vibration deep in her throat as she swallowed him?"

"What? Odd question. But sexy. Why?"

Jay wiggled his eyebrows in as much of a Groucho Marx imitation as he could muster. "I might have misidentified her earlier. She could be a Ruby-throated Hummingbird."

Robin groaned, pulled him close to her hip and leaned her head against his shoulder. He caught a whiff of her hair and scent as she a muttered in mock disgust. "Bird-brain."

The two followed the path until it looped back toward the main, open part of the festival. Puzzled, they retraced their steps, finding a small gate to one side that neither had noticed. Ivy half-covered a small hand-painted sign with Tom's unusual warning to trespassers.

Jay found the combination lock with four numbered wheels on the bottom.

"But he didn't tell us the combo." Robin sounded disappointed.

"Yes he did." Jay quickly dialed in 1-0-6-6.

"A Hastings Lock." Robin shook her head. "Silly me."

"Dad uses the same combination on our side gate at home. Must have learned it from Tom."

The path on the other side was narrow and invisible until the gate swung open. It headed into thicker woods, winding up a low hill. They made sure the gate was re-locked before continuing.

Once the two had crested the hill, sounds of activity reached them. Voices and laughter followed by a splash. Soon a roof showed through the branches. 

At least a dozen people sat or stood in a small clearing, where a half-dammed creek continually filled and flushed water through a deep swimming hole. Phoebe held a pitcher of what looked like iced tea, filling glasses at a round metal table with a colorful mosaic top.

With a yell, slim Tufted Tit swung gracefully on a rope, well-tufted armpits on clear display, before she executed a neat back flip to land with a splash near the center of the calmer, deeper water.

The roof belonged to a sprawling, single story building, part walled in, part covering an open concrete pad dotted with a variety of well-used looking equipment. Jay identified a potter's wheel and kiln.

Metal, glass and stone sculptures, a couple of them moving with the light breeze, dotted the area. A mural of silhouetted dancers on a field of green backed by an orange and red sunset covered one wall. Beyond the covered patio, two vans - one older VW and a newer cargo - and a few cars could be seen. Their path was not the only way in to the hidden spot.

"Come on, join the fun." Robin gave a shrill shriek at the voice behind them. Tom strode down the hill, ushered them into the clearing. He had a cloth bag slung over his shoulder.

"Everyone." The old man's voice carried and drew attention when he projected. A good talent for teacher, Jay thought. "This is Robin, our renowned riddler, and Jay T, the answer she craved."

Robin blushed deeply at that last part. There was polite applause and a couple whoops of appreciation. Someone called out, "What was the answer?"

"Tell them, Jay." Tom nudged him with an elbow.

"Blue-footed Boobies." By the reactions, only two in the group got the joke. 

Jay explained, first pointing to Robin's feet. "Blue shoes."

She raised one, displaying it so they could see. He pointed again, to near where the twin name tags had been asking their riddle. "Boobies. They're a kind of seabird."

"Oh!"

"Well done!"

"Never would have got that one."

"And boobies are my specialty!"

"Ronnie! You be good."

They all laughed as Tom directed the two to a narrow wooden bridge above the dam. Phoebe approached with a smile and two glasses. "Welcome. I'm Ruby. Would you like a drink."

Jay choked. Robin covered for him. "Not yet, thank you. I need a dip."

She kicked off the boat shoes, dropped her purse and ran, leaping out over the water, boobies bouncing high before she dropped in over her head. Jay followed, leaving his worn canvas All-Stars on. When he came up, shaking water from his eyes, Robin was treading water nearby, wet hair now a deeper red as it clung close to her face, making her skin ever fairer.

He paddled backward as she swam toward him until he felt his shoes hit the bottom. She continued closer until she could wrap her arms and legs around him, pulling their naked bodies together, and kissed him hard.

"Quick, somebody ask me a riddle!"

"Ronnie!"

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Refreshed by the swim, with glasses of iced tea before them, Tom pulled two bundles of clothes from his bag. He'd found Christine easily enough since what passed for his security crew had kept a close watch on the red riddler, her friends, and the swirl of attention she had attracted.

"I let her know you were safe and had a ride back to school whenever you were ready to go. Jay, I'll call your father and let him know much the same. Vern's truck wasn't locked, and it'll probably be towed. I doubt if he'll be out to get it himself any time soon: you don't punch a deputy sheriff, even if he isn't wearing his badge."

"Or anything else." Ruby added. She slipped an arm around the waist of the much shorter, older Tom. Jay was still getting used to the idea that the two were married. He'd never met an inter-racial couple in his young life, or one with such an apparent age difference. Though the closer he looked at Ruby, the less certain he was of her age. She looked back at him. "You look like your father, Jay. Though I didn't know him at your age."

A pretty girl with jet black hair came around the corner, calling, "The paint booth is ready, folks. Sorry I'm late."

Jay and Robin stared. Even on this unusual day, the girl was a unique sight. Below her chin, her body was a chaotic swirl of colors, more like an abstract version of Van Gogh's Starry Night than anything else Jay could come up with. Blues, black, white, and lots of spiraling bright yellow covered every inch of her body. It was obvious through the thickly applied paint that she had shaved off all her pubic hair. A smiling Cliff lagged behind, paint covering his hands, his body sporting several smeared spots of color.

The painted beauty smiled at the open-mouthed newcomers before focusing on one of them. "Jay!"

She almost leapt toward him, arms wide, before skidding to a stop inches from him, backing up a step. "Oops, forgot. Wet paint."

"Raven? Oh my god. Raven! Didn't you move to California?"

He turned to Robin. "Robin, this is Raven Fogle. She used to live across the street. We were best friends until fifth grade, when her family moved."

Robin couldn't keep a straight face, the rush of jealousy changing to amusement. "You're lucky she has a bird name, mister, or I might not be so accepting of that paint on you."

Jay followed her eyes. Raven's skidding stop had not been quite in time. One swirled yellow breast, smaller than Robin's but not by much, looked smeared, and a roundish patch of yellow paint was centered on his sternum.

"Bird name?" Raven was looking from Jay to Robin in confusion.

He explained, at least the basics. "I'm Jay, she's Robin. The answer to the riddle was a bird. We've been joking about birds all day. We dubbed Tom Merlin, it's a lot like a peregrine falcon, before he introduced himself. You're Raven, so you're in the club."

"Riddle?" Raven gave Robin an appraising look. "You are the red riddler, aren't you? Didn't recognize you without the name tags. Good job, Jay. Looks like all your book reading paid off. If it's okay, I'll catch up with you both later, I gotta watch the colored folks. Multi-colored that is. You give these supposed adults finger paint and the right canvas, anything can happen."

She headed back the way she had come, but not before giving Ruby an exaggerated wink. The tall dark-skinned woman pretended to take a swat at Raven's painted posterior. "Colored folk, my ass. Your backside is going to be a deeper black and blue if you don't watch it."




Nudity is For The Birds



A smiling Ruby tugged on her husband's long beard. "Merlin, huh? You must have cast a powerful spell, to land a keeper like me."

"I deny nothing," he quipped back at her. "Though that perpetual beauty charm I conjured up on our house seems to have worked better on one us."

"That's a good little wizard." She patted his wrinkled cheek before turning to the new arrivals. "Unless you want to paint each other, it might be good to wash that off before it dries. Either way, I'll show you where your room is. It has a shower in the bath. Get messy, get dirty, get clean: no pressure, it's your choice."

She strode off toward the house, Jay and Robin following. "Our room?" Robin mouthed silently to him. 

"Get dirty." He replied the same way with another wiggle of his eyebrows. She rolled her eyes while he tried to not be too obvious with his as he watched their striking guide's firm round bottom sway with each long stride.

"Here you are." Ruby held the door open for them. The room was small but neatly painted a bright turquoise. It held a small four poster bed and a nightstand. One wall was dominated by a psychedelic painting of what might have been the Madonna and Child. A rounded clay sculpture, a headless figure reminiscent of prehistoric figurines, rested on the white window sill beside a spiky aloe plant in a hand-thrown pot. A second door was closed.

"The bathroom is through there and the towels are clean. Take your time, love birds. There'll be plenty of supper whenever you feel like it." 

Robin pulled him inside and closed the door. She pushed him back when he tried to wrap her up in his arms. "Keep that paint off me, yellow belly."

"Yellow belly? Are you calling me Chicken?"

"Nice one." Robin leaned against the bathroom door, biting her lower lip as she drew a hand up between her parted legs. "I was thinking you might be willing to suck some of my sap."

"Dang, girl, you are good! Yellow-Bellied Sapsucker has to be one of the all time great bird names." Jay licked his lips. "You want it now, or after the shower? Or both?"

She pouted at him. "I want it now. I've never wanted it like I want it, Jay. But I really do want to clean up first, okay?"

He dropped to one knee and grabbed her hand, kissed the back of it. "Sweet lady, your wish is my command. Might I scrub your back?"

She smiled down at him. He didn't think he'd ever grow immune to the effect it had. "I hoped you'd ask. Rise, sir Knight."

Instead, jay lowered his head and took her fingers into his mouth. The fingers that had just slipped between her legs. Robin's body shuddered as she leaned against the door. He stood, close to her, and whispered. "Just a little taste, for now."

She moved away from the door to open it, felt something stiff bump her middle. "Why, sir Knight, when I told you to rise, you really rose."

Once the water was running, while waiting for it to warm, Robin wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Not hard, not hurried, but slow and deep. His arms pulled her fully against him, neither worried about paint at all.

The shower head was the wide kind that rained the water gently over them. Neither could have said how long they stayed under it. No words were spoken. There were murmurs, a sort of cooing, and more than a few joyful shared giggles.

After they both rinsed off, Robin washed her own long hair. Jay washed her body. He was very thorough, almost leisurely slow, giving extra care to the boobies responsible for bringing them together. 

Her fingers twisted through his hair as he checked the quality of his work rinsing the soap off of them, using his lips and tongue to make sure he had removed any traces of sudsy residue. He felt his hair tugged to the roots as her nipples hardened between his lips and her back arched into his attentions.

He sudsed and rinses lower, encouraging her to turn and lean against a tiled wall as the water coursed down her back. His hands guided first the soap and then the water over her and between her creamy, flawless cheeks. 

Under gentle pressure from his hands, she moved her stance wide, surprising herself with how relaxed, how comfortable she was with his intimate touch. She didn't tense until his hand slid under her, between her thighs, and even that was a pleasant unresisting tension. 

She moaned, barely heard, leaning the side of her face against the cool, soothing tile. He did not use his mouth there, not yet, but was still as thorough and unhurried as he'd been above. Her legs were shaking, when she felt him again apply soap, working down each one to her ankles and feet.

Before he stood, he placed a soft kiss on each round cheek, then trailed more kisses up her spine. Her moan grew louder as the kisses rose, her back arching until, as his lips reached her neck, her cheeks caught him, rigid and slippery, between them. His hips pushed into their captors' grasp. His weight pushed her front against the tile, holding her pinned there, his breath close and warm to her ear.

Hands on hips, he turned her again, and they kissed as the water rained over them.

Robin reached for the soap and her turn began. She reveled in the luxury of exploring a man's body like this. She felt safe, intimate, and appreciated, not nervous or worried at all. 

She lingered on his arms and under them, feeling the smooth muscles, observing how the sparse hairs on his strong lean swimmer's chest moved under her soapy fingers. The yellow paint melted away easily. Still lathering him, her touch urged him to turn. He held his hands overhead, against the wall as she washed his back. 

Her hands gripped the strong wings of muscle his up-stretched arms displayed, massaging, before they slid lower. Jay had his own round cheeks to savor, firmer and smaller than hers. They clenched briefly as she slipped soapy hands between them and he raised up on his toes as she continued lower, between his legs.

She rinsed her work so far, guiding the gentle spray and encouraging the suds lower. She reached around, her breasts pushing into his back, to work the soap down off his chest and stomach. Kneeling close behind him, she scrubbed with her fingers, massaging his thighs, reaching around each strong leg to clean the front as well as the back.

After she had reached his feet and rinsed his legs, her hands guided his turn to again face her. She remained on her knees, began to soap the one area she has skipped but not forgotten. Even though she had felt him hard against her back, wrapped her hand around him, and watched his cloudy seed leak out and over her fingers, even though she had brought it to her lips, tasting him as he watched, this was the closest she had ever been to a man's most intimate parts.

Robin was fascinated. He was so soft and smooth, while still standing out rigid and hard. She could feel his tension as her soapy hand wrapped around the shaft, pumping along it. He was silent until her thumb traced around the raised ridge that encircled the base of his darker head. Then he moaned, his head and shoulders leaning harder into the tile wall as his hips came toward her.

She lifted him high against his belly and held him there with one hand while the other soaped under. She had never felt anything like his balls, had always had difficulty imagining how they would feel. Knowing how boys reacted to being hit there, she was gentle, lifting the oddly heavy sack with her palm as the rinsing water flowed down over it from his upper body. 

After she made sure to rinse his shaft, and that no suds could be seen on legs or feet, she followed Jay's earlier lead. Resting hands near the top of his strong thighs, Robin leaned close, opening her mouth. She allowed her tongue to slide out, then up along the underside of his swollen head.

At his sharp, almost pained exhale, she looked up to see his wide-eyed stare. He hadn't expected that. She saw a thick drop form at the very top, clearer than her earlier taste. It magnified the sight of his small slit, forced open by the leaking fluid. She wrapped her lips delicately around the spot and sucked. 

Jay rewarded her with a groan. She opened her mouth wider, allowed the head to slip past her lips. It seemed to fill her mouth. Did girls really get the whole thing in?

With one hand she held it again close to his belly, dragging her tongue up along the whole underside. His breaths were quickening and his palms were now pressed flat against the tile to either side of his legs. She released her hand, catching the head with her lips as it dropped away from him. 

Her head pushed her mouth down on him, taking more in, forcing her to breath through her nose. She saw his flattened hands tense, almost shaking. She repeated the process. Hold it high. Long slow lick. Catch with the lips and try to take a little more in each time. Suck lightly at the slit for another small taste.

When her jaw began to tire, not used to being held open so wide, she wrapped a hand back around him. It felt slick with her own saliva. She pumped, gripping tighter with her thumb and forefinger, and was rewarded with a larger, cloudier drop.

She caught it with the tip of her tongue, looking up as Jay watched her curl his seed back into her mouth and swallow. She licked her lips, their eyes locked. When her pumping fingers produced more, she pressed her lips around the spot, kept them on him as her hand maintained its rhythm. 

She felt him tense, saw his lean stomach muscles bunch as his breath was forced loudly through his nose, jaw clenched. When his shaft seemed to tighten, swell in her hand she allowed the head to slip again past her lips, her tongue cradling the underside.

"Mmmm." As best she could, Robin tried to match the deep vibration Jay had ascribed to Phoebe, Ruby, the Hummingbird. A tortured groan escaped him and his body pumped, hard, through her stroking fingers and into her mouth.

It was nothing like the gentle leaking onto her hand had been. It was as if his entire body released all its concentrated energy toward forcing its seed into her. Pump follows pump as the head seemed to swell further in her mouth forcing her tongue down and jaws apart. 

Like the girl in the barn, she tried to swallow, to keep all of his seed in. She failed. She choked, coughing on the second pump. Though she managed to keep her lips around him, she felt a warm slow flow down her chin. She choked again, her head pulling back against her will, gasping. She watched a final spasm send thick opalescence out to run down the underside of his head and over her hand.

He was gasping, his chest heaving. His legs shook violently though she had no idea how long that had gone on. Sliding her hand over the head and off of him, he gave a briefer higher moan, almost of pain, before she sucked the remaining viscous seed from her thumb and fingers. It tasted somehow more fetid, more alive, than the first sample she had teased out, sitting on the hay bale.

She stood, dragging her body along his, feeling his heart pound and his chest still labor. She tucked her face under his jaw, nuzzling into him. One arm wrapped low around her waist, pulling their groins close. The other hand slid up, grasping the back of her neck, holding her close.

They dried each other with the thick white cotton towels they found hanging on hooks. Neither spoke until he guided her, hand in hand, back to the bedroom, easing her back onto the bed. He lowered his weight onto her, Robin's legs opening to allow his between them.

He held his upper body propped up on his elbows, his eyes glowing. "Thank you. That was incredible."

"I know."

"I've never...no one has ever...that was my first..."

"Mine too." She smiled up at him. "You know, I'm glad I didn't, but when I first kissed the tip of your...head, where the drop was, I almost laughed."

He looked almost hurt. "Why would you laugh?"

"A thought came to me and I almost blurted out, 'I'm a Red-headed Woodpecker.'"

The seriousness, the lingering uncomfortable tension that neither were entirely prepared for so early in their lives or relationship, broke. Their laughter lightened the mood and the room.

Leaning over her, Robin saw his smile vanish, his face turn serious.

"What is it?"

"You're sunburnt." He reached out and lightly pressed a single finger pad to her chest, near the top of the collection of freckles. The red skin was white for a second after his hand pulled back, then red again.

She nodded, her lips pressed together. "It's tender. I didn't notice earlier."

"A long hot shower probably didn't help."

"Felt good at the time." 

"That it did." Jay looked over at the window sill. He rolled to the edge of the bed. Reaching out he grabbed a fleshy branch of the potted aloe and broke it off. The spikes down each side looked more menacing than they were.

Robin looked at him, surprised and puzzled. "That's not yours! Why did you break their cactus?"

"It's aloe. Nature's soothing balm. I'll confess to Tom and Ruby if you want, but I bet that's why it's here."

She watched him peel back one side of the outer skin with his thumb nail.

"You're not going to jab me with those spines!"

"Oh, come on, you'll just feel a little prick."

"I think I'd like to feel a certain prick again, but it sure didn't feel little in the shower."

Robin felt her heart give an extra, syncopated beat and an odd, almost queasy sensation in her belly when Jay blushed, his face showing a delightfully sweet combination of shyness and pride. She had put a ridiculous faith in her riddle's ability to locate her own special brave, bright knight, and Jay T. Markham had charmed her ever since.

"Hmm. I might be able to arrange that, lovely lady, but first things first." He kneeled above her on the bed, one knee pressing into the mattress beside her hip, the other sliding between her still-open thighs. He held up the peeled aloe.

"First I must succor the sadly afflicted Robin Red-breast. And then I must fulfill my duty as a Sap-sucker, even if I am no longer yellow-bellied."

Robin moaned at that, her hips lifting off the bed. When they did, it dragged her tenderest flesh along his thigh. They both felt the slickness of the contact. Looking down as her hips lowered again to the bed, Jay saw a shining trail of her moisture ending at a small orange-red patch of curly hairs.

"Fuck." It was a whisper full of awe.

Her answering whisper sent a charge of electricity through him. "I'm tempted to let you do just that, Mr. Markham."

She watched him blush deeper, flushing red down over his chest. He swallowed, then grinned. "Looks like I'm not the only one who can mark 'em, Miss..."

Jay stopped. "I don't know your last name."

It was her turn to look embarrassed. Very.

"What's wrong?" His instant concern warmed her. He was so sweet.

"Bird names aren't the only jokes around here." Her tight lips clearly showed a long-held frustration. "Parents should not give their children joke names."

"How bad could it be? I had a class with Perry Winkle last semester." She almost smiled, but Jay could see pain in her eyes. "Let's see. Robin...Banks? D. Rich?"

The pained look dimmed as her smile brightened. "You really are a succor, aren't you? Or is it succorer?"

"I'm not the only one, however you say it. Now come on, tell me. It can't be that bad."

She let out a long sigh. "My father's name is Theodore Hood."

"Robin Hood? Really?" It took effort, but Jay held back his laughter. 

"Really."

"So I was close with Robin D. Rich."

"I know! You're good."

"So they tell me."

"So they? Who tells you that?"

"Well, you did earlier. And there was that one old lady I helped across the street to get a merit badge. Robin Hood. You're right, parents should not do that. At least it fits. When I saw you earlier you seemed to be surrounded by a band of hairy men."

She finally laughed. "Merry, dang it. They're supposed to be merry, not hairy. I saw men hairy in places I hope to never again see."

They shared a shudder of somewhat-mock revulsion at the thought. "Me too, but they weren't lining up to stare at my chest. Changing the subject, I have someone you should meet."

He reached down with the hand not holding the aloe and grasped his limp shaft between thumb and finger, wiggling it at her. "Robin Hood, meet Little John."

Robin noticed, even limp, that he was still thicker and longer than he'd been earlier, walking around. "Not so little John, you mean."

He gave an exaggerated sign of relief. "Thanks. I was fishing for that one."

She eyed 'John' again. "Use a big bait, catch a big fish."

He was beginning to swell. She looked up to Jay's face. "Hey, weren't you going to sooth my inflamed bosom?"

"I was indeed." Leaning forward, he gently pressed the exposed inner flesh of the aloe against her skin, centered above her beautiful bare breasts, on the freckles of his dreams.

"Ooh. It feels so cool." With Jay's eyes focusing on his work, and caring for her reddened, freckled skin, Robin relaxed, allowing her lids to close. "This is nice."

He slid the natural balm in larger circles, coating the area above her breasts before he slid the aloe slowly down between them.

"Mmmm." The contentment on Robin's face and in her soft sounds was a joy to Jay. He bent the stalk and peeled off more of the skin, exposing fresh slippery flesh. He began to circle one breast, each loop smaller than the one before until the clear gel was gliding over the outer, pinker skin of her nipple.

He watched as the skin crinkled, pulling the sensitive darker flesh inward as the center point grew hard, out and up toward him. When his fingers steered the aloe directly over the hardened nub, her lips parted without a sound, and her hips again dragged even more sensitive flesh along his thigh.

Dragging his eyes from the wet, shining point, Jay repeated his path on her other breast. Robin's hips were now moving in a constant slow, languid slide up and down the hard muscle above his knee.

He noticed the second nipple shone with a golden light, as the day's light through the single window took on that magical quality before the true sunset. He set the aloe aside and leaned close to the angel beneath him. The action pressed his leg more firmly against her undulating hips. 

Lowering his weight with a hand to either side of her, his lips closed on the shimmering nipple.

"Yessss." It was half word, half prolonged escaping breath. Her eyes stayed closed, but her hands came up to twine through his still-damp hair. He followed the lead of her hips, using slow lips and a soft tongue, savoring both hard nubbins. The aloe added an earthy, green flavor. 

Leaning down a little more, Jay planted a soft kiss over the freckles that had haunted him for the past year. The next kiss was lower. The third, directly between her breasts, turning enough to feel soft smooth rounded skin skim his cheek. 

He eased himself lower, drawing a murmur of complaint as his thigh left its moist warm contact between hers. His other knee joined the first between her legs, nudging hers wider as kisses continued down her belly. He lingered at her navel, noticing for the first time minuscule fine hairs, golden in the light, just below. They seemed to mark a subtle trail, like breadcrumbs in a fairy tale, leading him further down.

Robin didn't make another sound until he tasted her sacred sap on his lightly kissing lips.

"Oh, Jay." It was a breathy, wonder-filled whisper.

He dropped onto his belly, sliding his hands under her legs, lifting them gently apart until his fingers could caress the soft skin of her belly. Looking up toward her face past his hands, he could see her breasts, still glistening with the aloe, rising and falling. 

Her hips had stilled when they felt his thigh pull away. Now they pushed up again, as his tongue slipped between his lips to find her lower ones open and ready.




Nudity is For The Birds



"So good."

He tasted more deeply, lapping with the thick center of his tongue from deep between her legs up to where it felt her thin twin lines of reddish hair join together in a soft tangle. Her hips pressed up against him there, knowing what they needed. 

He trusted her motions, continuing to lick, and lap, and kiss, and allowing her body to position the parts most needing attention to where his mouth moved against her, teaching them both what she craved. When her hips lifted, he allowed his tongue to slip inside her, gathering more of the growing liquid. He pulled it back, barely extended beyond his lips, when her hips came down, guiding his attention to the slick, increasingly swollen folds above the opening.

His hands felt the tension in her belly increasing as the movement of her hips intensified. They pressed down more now, keeping him almost exclusively amidst those soft folds and the small swelling at their center. Her belly tightened, the muscles suddenly straining under his hands as her fingers again wound through his hair.

She pulled him hard against her as a cry escaped her lips. He looked up to see her eyes wide, mouth open, her head raised off the bed.

"Oh my...Jay!" Her fingers pulled his hair almost painfully as her head rose further, her back rising from the bed. "Ahhhh!"

Her cry continued, muffled by her thighs squeezing in on his ears. Her hips bucked against his mouth as his kisses became a pucker, his tongue massaging her between them. Again following her body's lead, he eased his ministrations as her hips slowed and her wail trailed off.

He slipped his arms out from under her legs after his hands felt the powerful contractions in her belly ease. He inched his way back up her body as her hands on his head eased him away from her center, pulling his face up toward hers. He managed to flick his tongue over one nipple before she pulled his mouth to hers. Her lips were frantic on his, tasting herself on his tongue and around his mouth, before she pulled his face down tight beside hers.

He continued his own lighter kisses along her neck and jaw. When he finally pushed himself up to look at her, the light in the room was considerably dimmer, the golden light replaced now by a deep, fading red.

His stomach chose that moment to grumble loudly.

Robin raised her face enough to plant a peck on his lips. "I know, me too. When's the last time you ate?"

"Food." She added when she saw the look on his face.

"Ruby said food would be ready when we were. Shall we?"

"We shall." Robin took his offered hand to help her up off the bed, squeezed him tight in a hug as soon as they were standing. "Thank you."

The tall woman must have heard the old hinges creak as they left the room, her head appearing around a corner. "Hi, kids. Have a nice nap?"

"Uh, very nice. Thank you." They both wondered if any of their 'nap' had been overheard as they followed her into the large, open kitchen. Tom was leaning back in a shaker chair at the round pedestal table, his eyes twinkling. A large ceiling fan stirred the warm air.

He looked closely at Robin. "You look a little flushed, young lady. Too much sun?"

Jay butted in. "Yeah. I used some of the aloe on the burn. I hope that's okay."

Tom looked impressed as Ruby crossed her arms, staring daggers at her husband. He struggled to hold back a grin. "That's fine, Jay. Interesting. I didn't know you could use aloe for that. Might have to try that one out, Rube."

"Tom! Quit teasing the girl!"

The old man started to laugh. Robin's mouth dropped open as her skin further reddened. "You heard?"

Ruby put a long arm around her shoulders. "Sweetie, if anyone was still out by the swimming hole, they woulda heard too."

Robin buried her face in her hands. Tom gave Jay a big wink. "Ruby, these kids need sustenance. Have a seat, you two. Don't ever be ashamed of enjoying yourself. Way too many folk seem like to think pleasure is something some creator out there is sorry he or she created. Bullshirt!

"If more found the inclination, inspiration and stimulation to holler their heads off in delight like it's possible we might have heard a little while ago, I can't see it making the world a worse place."

Robin and Jay found themselves both smiling at his rant, any embarrassment gone. Any other day, they'd have been more then uncomfortable sitting sharing another couple's kitchen table buck naked, let alone being overheard as they'd been.

"I can see why you made such an impression on Dad as a teacher, Tom."

Ruby shook her head as she set down a large platter with most of a roast chicken, cheese, some dried fruit, and what looked like home-baked bread. "At least Jay D. got to escape, I mean graduate. I had to go and marry the man. Do you drink beer? It's that or water, unless you want more tea. I don't like caffeine this late."

"Make it water, Rube." Tom said. "It's been a long hot day and they're probably dehydrated. We've got the best water around coming from our well, might as well share."

The platter held mainly bones when the two stopped eating. The water was fresher-tasting than the tap water both were used to.

"I assume you both know you're staying the night at this point. You've got your room already, and ours is clear on the other side of the house, so nobody's likely to hear any snoring or what not."

The two shared a glance.

"I'll give you a ride into town in the morning after breakfast. Or Raven can. If it's all right with the guests, I'm ready to retire myself. This day started early. Make yourselves at home." After an exchange of thanks and goodnights, Tom shuffled off, not quite as spry as earlier. 

Ruby watched Robin's face at the mention of Raven. She took care of the dishes before heading after Tom. On her way out she gave each a quick hug. She whispered in Robin's ear. "Check the nightstand drawer, Sweetie. Just in case anything comes up. And don't worry about Raven. She's more likely to be interested in you than any guy, even this keeper you found."

Alone once more, neither of the two were quite prepared for bed. Not for sleep or for what else bed implied. Outside, the gibbous moon provided plenty of light to not trip over anything. 

Jay's hand found Robin's as they strolled down to the creek. They listened to the burbling of the water over and around the rough dam. An owl screeched in the distance. She moved in front of him, leaning back against his chest. His arms slipped lightly, comfortably around her middle.

Jay almost felt guilty that he didn't grow hard, with the girl of so many hopeless fantasies naked and near in his arms. The red-haired vision revealed to have a laser wit and marvelous mind. The beautiful girl who had sudsed his body, savoring every inch of him, before taking him in her mouth. The girl who had cried out her pleasure as her hips bucked uncontrolled over his lips and tongue.

The last thought did it. Robin moved back against him, almost a slow dance, when he began to swell. Her hand stroked over his forearm as it crossed her belly, fingers lightly massaging the muscles they found.

Soon, Robin's hands urged his arms apart, she turned toward him and whispered, "I have to pee."

She kissed his moonlit smile. Without words, they agreed to separate as both wandered nearer the creek. Jay could see her squatting near-silhouette, hear her sudden spray on the bare ground. He was not so hard that he couldn't aim his own more discreet stream, ingrained propriety causing him to turn his back as his bladder began to empty.

They found a wooden chaise lounge, with soft, comfortable cushions covered in a muted batik, the colors difficult to discern in the moon's blue-white light. Other than crickets singing their love song, they were no insects in the air. No mosquitos buzzed their ears. Perhaps Merlin's home really did hold some magic.

Jay reclined on the lounge and Robin leaned against him, much like they had on the bale earlier. One arm draped over her shoulder now, cupping one heavy, full breast. One of the Boobies, no longer blue-footed, that had brought them together.

When his thumb began to stroke first around, then over a crinkling nipple, she turned half toward him, her knees drawn up between his wide-spread ones. With one hand on his firmer chest, she stretched up to kiss him. Soft lips, softer tongue. 

The kiss deepened when her thumb followed his lead, felt his smaller nipple harden. Lower, he twitched against her thigh. His lips and breath communicated his groan to hers through subsonic vibration, bypassing sound.

They lingered here, touching and tasting. Robin shuddered when his thumb was joined by a finger, rolling her awakened nubbin between them. His hand lifted her breast as his lips left hers and his face lowered. She understood.

He brought his legs together when she shifted onto her knees, one to each side of his thighs, resting her hands on the reclined wooden back support. Jay leaned forward to offer feather-light kisses on her over-sunned freckles. Pulling his head back, his hand guided her nipple to his lips.

It was Robin's turn to lean in toward him, her answering moan not entirely silent. Each of his hands cradled their own breast as his kisses and, soon, flicks of the tongue, attended to two contracted, tender tips.

Her hips began to move. Both drew in startled breath when she met his upright excitement near his belly. She pressed forward, increasing the contact. He pushed up to meet her, his sensitive tip finding slickness, unsure from which one of them it originated.

The slickness increased as her hips' rhythm did. It spread down him, past the ridge and along the underside, now pushed up and against her, moving to her body's music. He leaned back, unable to give her nipples the full attention they deserved. Her face above his was pale under the moon. Eyes closed, her parted lips spoke of pleasure and rising tension.

"Robin." The word was breathy, reverent, worshipful. 

Her eyes fluttered open, her face tilted down. Her still parted lips curled upward at their outermost edges. "My knight."

She slipped an arm between them. He felt fingers touch him, guiding. He felt her explore herself with him, sliding him against her. Her hips continued their dance as the rhythm turned less languid, more urgent. He was certain now that, regardless of his own contribution, the slick wetness coating them both was the same sweet nectar he had tasted on the bed.

"Jay."

"Yes, my lady."

"I want you."

"You have me." Only as he said it did Jay realize both what she meant, and how true his words were.

Fingers guided him to where her hips had halted. He felt warm wetness wrapping around him. Like her lips in the shower, but a somehow more primal melding of their flesh. Her slick tightness squeezed more of him as she lowered herself down. 

Jay felt her start as a flicker of concern crossed her face. She pulled up until he was barely held inside her, sank down again, blowing steady, concentrating breaths through tight lips, her eyes closed.

His eyes stayed on her face above him. He saw the sharp pain tighten her moonlit features when she finally sank fully down on him, breaking thought the barrier that had marked the limits of her earlier descents. She looked down at him, offering a tense grin.

His hands stoked over her smooth back, offering what comfort he could as she drew and released several deep breaths. Her hips began to move once more.

Her next smile came more easily, her eyes bright, the brows above them no longer pulled tight.

His face showed the tension hers had lost.

"Robin. "I'm going to..."

One small hand found the side of his head, stroking cheek and hair. "It's okay."

It was more than okay. She held him close, pulling his head against her chest as he pushed up, groaning. Her movements were small, keeping him deep inside her. His arms wrapped tightly around her, holding himself to her with a desperate deep need.

When he was able to tilt his face up, she brought her lips down to his.

"Thank you." It was not clear who had spoken the words, or even if they were said out loud.

------

Robin slept with her head on his chest, one arm draped over him, his hand cradling her neck. A light cotton sheet was cover enough from the warm Ohio night. 

"Good morning." Her nose nuzzled under his ear before lips nipped at his lobe. Dimly, kitchen sounds could be heard through the door. The early light through the window reminded Jay of the golden glow on his angel's face last night.

"My angel." 

She cooed against his ear before her lips tickled it. "My knight."

He drew in a sharp breath when she slipped down toward his waist, pulling the sheet down with her. He grew quickly in her warm mouth, far more sensitive than when he'd already been fully hard before her lips found him. This time, as he stifled a groan with his teeth pressed to his own wrist, Robin did swallow all he offered.

Their shower together was much quicker than their first, and two bundles of clothes were on the bed when they left the bathroom. Neither could keep their eyes or hands off one another as they dressed, helping where none was needed.

"It feels odd." He said as he pulled her to him for a kiss.

"Kissing with clothes on?"

"No. We've been awake for most of an hour, and not a single bird joke."

She grinned up at him. "Yes there was. You just missed it."

His face showed his bewilderment.

"Silly boy. As soon as I woke up, I 'blue' Jay."



Nudity Required



"You'll find that the contract is fairly standard for a mature film. As I'm sure you already know, nudity is required. This is spelt out on page eight. You will also find a description in the appendices of the various states of nudity that we may require. 

The one that will most directly concern you, of course, is our definition of full nudity, which is the removal of all clothes excluding gloves or footwear. If this is likely to be a bother to you we would like to know now, as it is an integral part of the contract."

Candice nodded thoughtfully. "I don't mind the nudity, but you do understand that I will want to read the contract before signing," she said with a smile."

Michael, the agent, smiled. "Please," he said, "be my guest. It is always preferable when someone actually reads the contract. That way they can't come back and say they didn't know. If you care to read it now I can bear witness that you did so and also be available to answer any questions and annotate where necessary."

Candice smiled and settled back. She quickly scanned the first page, paying particular attention to a couple of clauses in fine print at the bottom of the page. As she expected, there were a couple of potential traps there, but nothing that really need adjusting.

After three or four pages she was really only skimming the main sections of the contract, concentrating on those irritating bits of fine print on the bottom of each page. "Do they think I'm some sort of idiot who'll just skip the fine print," she wondered.

After requesting some adjustments to the fine print on a couple of pages, and paying particular attention to page eight and the nudity clause, Candice was quite happy to sign. The contract seemed quite straightforward.

"Thank you," said Michael. "Shooting will start on Monday morning, weather permitting. You have a copy of the script and the shooting schedule, but remember they are both subject to change."

Candice nodded, and departed happily. She had a contract, it looked airtight to her, and she was on her way. Of course, it was a mature film with nudity, but a lot of stars had started that way." 

- - -

On Monday, Candice was sitting in a caravan, being prepared for the first scene. The director came in intending to explain what would be happening and to put her at ease.

"Call me James," he said. "Not Jim and definitely not Jimmy. James, at all times."

"Yes, James," Candice said, smiling at this bumptious little man.

"OK. As you know, there is a lot of nudity going on, so you're going to be nude in your first scene. It'll show us if you can cut it or not. No good blowing a lot of money and then find you can't carry off the nude bits, is it."

"I'm sure that won't be a problem, James" Candice murmured.

"OK. We have taken over the whole golf course for the day. All the people you see out there are members of the cast. Now when you go out there you'll be wearing a dark dress, but you'll be commando underneath. Now Randy is going to be acting as the golf pro, giving a newbie some lessons. He's actually quite good and if you play he can probably improve your game.

Randy is going to prove to be a bit of a lecher, and after a couple of badly played holes he's going to suggest that you drop the dress so he can get a better idea of how you're swinging. He doesn't know you're commando and you don't let on.

When he makes his suggestion, you nod thoughtfully and then drop the dress, standing there starkers. We want to get a good shot of his face when he realises what you've done, so as soon as you drop the dress step forward and bend over to address the ball. OK?"

"That's fine," said Candice. "It's a little different to what was in the script, but not much."

"You can't take the script as gold," said James. "Damned writers are always amending it. Now may I suggest that you strip and put on the black dress while I'm here? It's not that I'm a lecher, I assure you. I just want to see that you're not too self conscious about taking your clothes off."

Candice laughed. "Sure," she said, smoothly slipping out of her clothes. She flashed James a cheeky grin as she then proceeded to cover her nudity again with the black dress.

A short while later Candice was out on the course, enjoying hooking and slicing the ball in all directions while her hapless co-star tried to teach her. As they started to tee off for the third hole the expected suggestion came. Candice had just placed the ball on the tee when Randi spoke up.

"Excuse me, miss," Randi said, "but to see what you're doing wrong I really need to see your body in action. It would be a lot easier if you had some shorts and a top to change into."

"I'm sorry," purred Candice, "but I don't have a change of clothes. I wasn't expecting to play today."

"I don't suppose you could drop your dress so I can watch while you swing? You can put it on again after you've hit the ball."

"Oh, that's a good idea," said Candice. With a quick flick of a couple of buttons she discarded the black dress and turned to address the ball. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a couple of bit players completely ignoring her nudity, but she had to resist the temptation to turn and look at Randi to see how he was reacting.

"Now," she said, "feet apart, bend at the waist and..." 

Her soft words ended with a sudden yelp as she felt a pair of hands clamp upon her hips and lift slightly, while what felt like a very fat golf club was being pressed firmly against, and then into her pussy.

"What the hell are you doing," she shrieked, frantically wriggling and squirming, trying to get away from that shaft that was so busily entering her. "Stop that at once, damn you."

The only reply she got was a quiet laugh as Randi pressed further into her. The thought of being publicly nude had excited her and she was already damp before this intrusion started. Now she found her squirming against Randi was only pleasing him and helping drive his club home.

Candice couldn't help herself. She was not going to submit quietly while Randi took her like this. She continued to struggle against the intruder, knowing she was fighting a losing battle. She looked around, intending to appeal to the other cast members for help, only to realise that they were all studiously not noticing what was happening.

Randi gave one last thrust and Candice screamed. In fury, not pain, as his cock inside her really felt quite nice, but it was the principle of the thing. 

Candice looked frantically towards where the cameras were. James and the crew could obviously see what was going on and they should be willing to help her. She heard herself giving another little cry of frustration as she realised that they could see alright, and the cameras weren't going to miss a stroke of it.

Candice redoubled her efforts, twisting and turning and trying to pull away from Randi's grip, which was holding her firmly wedged upon his erection. "Just how big is that thing," she wondered. "Does it feel bigger because of the way he jumped me?"

Randi was laughing and breathing heavily, thoroughly enjoying the fish he had on his pole. He didn't even have to thrust to get a rhythm going. Candice's frustrated squirming was doing a magnificent job as far as he was concerned.

Realising that she was doing nothing but help Randi enjoy himself, Candice eventually stood still, standing there, neatly spiked by Randi. Now Randi gave a louder laugh and started to hammer into her, eager to bring this scene to a conclusion.

Candice could feel excitement rising within, and resented it deeply. She resented it even more when Randi suddenly gave a yell and climaxed within her, sending his sperm deep within her, before withdrawing and leaving her unsatisfied and furious.

Candice moved away from Randi, looking daggers at him. "James," she shrieked.

James came wandering over. "A great scene," he said. "A great scene. What did you think of it?"

"What did I think of it?" grated Candice in a soft voice. "I think I was violated and you all stood around and watched."

"No, no," said James. "It was all covered in the contract you signed. You agreed to it."

"I read the contract," gasped Candice. "There is nothing about sex in it."

"Yes, there is. Half way down page nine. Because it's important, we put it in slightly bolder print." 

Candice had a horrified memory of a tendency to skip the big print items and focusing on the fine print to catch anything that they might have been trying to slip past.

"Have you got a copy of the contact that I can check?" she asked James.

"Certainly," said James. "Contract queries often arise so I always keep a copy with me." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a sheath of paper and handed it to her. "Page nine, centre page, bold type," he told her.

Candice looked at the relevant page. She remembered seeing it and remembered carefully studying those three paragraphs in fine print at the bottom. They had just been wordy nothings about how she was supposed to conduct herself in public. Her eyes drifted up fearfully to the bold print that she'd skipped.

'When in a state of full nudity, the actress agrees that she may be taken sexually by other members of the cast if they believe it is germane to the scene. Warning of the sexual activity will only be given if it is appropriate to the scene.'

"But, but this says that I can be taken by anyone, any time I'm nude, if they think it's a good idea," she said, horrified.

"Well, yes. That's one way of looking at it, but you have signed off on it." said James with a smile. 

"I've got a lot of nude scenes, haven't I?"

"You do. You will probably have a very interesting week."

"What happens if I break the contract," asked Candice.

"We sue you for costs and let people know you're a contract beaker. You'll never work in the industry. Are you going to break it?"

Candice groaned, but shook her head. She couldn't break it and she knew it. It would ruin her.

"That's nice," said James, his smile flashing brightly. "Now if we can continue to the next scene you'll get to meet Jacques. You'll like him once you know him and you're about to know him quite well."