6 comments/ 54545 views/ 11 favorites Colleen and Nathan Bare It All Ch. 01 By: SlamDuncan Colleen and Nathan had eloped the Monday after their prom weekend. Now they had to break the news to their families; to Nathan's parents, Bob and Betty Baker and his sister Susan, and Colleen's mother and father, Mark and Mary Quinn, and her siblings Rob and Kathleen. Betty thought that, at eighteen, they were much too young, but she wished them well anyway. Mary was disappointed that she was never going to be the mother of the bride; Colleen had eloped, and Kathleen and Rob lived together in a committed incestuous relationship. Mark was elated that he didn't have to pay for a wedding. Bob gave them an all-expenses paid week at Club Orient, on the island of St. Martin in the French West Indies, for their honeymoon. He and Betty had been there many times and really enjoyed it. He had a broad grin on his face when he gave them the tickets, like there was some secret he wasn't going to reveal. As their plane circled the island they could look down and see crystal clear blue water and miles of pure white sandy beach. When the shuttle from the airport dropped them off, they discovered their accommodations were a beachfront chalet with the sand right outside their door. Inside they found a comfortable living area, a mini-kitchen and a plush king-sized bed. "Hey, let's try out the bed," Nathan grinned as they set their bags inside the door. "Let's do the beach first. We can spend all night in bed." Colleen stepped out in a rather modest bikini. She really wanted to wear her new thong, but she wasn't sure of the decorum, and didn't want to offend anybody. Nathan wore long boxer-like trunks. They grabbed a pair of the oversized beach towels the resort provided, hit the sand, and headed for the water. A middle-aged couple cut across their path. "Oh my God, Nathan, they're naked!" Then she saw the sign: "Clothing Optional." Her lips curved into big smile. "Wow, a nude beach." She quickly shucked off her bikini. "Come on, dude, get yourself naked." "Well, I, uh, um...." "Chicken?" "No, well, I just don't want to, uh, embarrass myself." "You mean you're afraid you might get a hard-on looking at all the naked women?" "Jesus, I get hard every time I look at YOU." She could see he already had a bulge in his trunks. "Well, leave them on until we get on the towels, then you can roll over and nobody will see it." Colleen did a pirouette in the sand, her long blonde hair fanning out as she twirled. Nathan was enchanted. He was besotted. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen; waist-length blonde hair, blue eyes, long dancer's legs, perfect rounded ass, full firm breasts with puffy areolas and pink nipples sticking out of them. She shaved off her pubic hair, because she knew he liked it that way. "Oh, Nathan, this is wonderful. I feel so free. Your mom and dad knew about this place, didn't they?" "Yeah, they've been coming here for years, but they didn't mention anything about this. I think they set us up." He wasn't the only person watching her. The men who were clothed were staring, their wives glowering at them. One man was busy texting on his iPhone, and she could tell he was taking pictures of her, so she paused and posed provocatively. Even the hardcore naturalists, who took nudity for granted, stopped at stared at this young vision of loveliness. She skipped across the sand, and watching her breasts bounce, made his hard cock throb. When she turned a cartwheel, he though he was going to explode right there. Colleen found a spot near the water and spread out their towels. He watched as she slathered the sun block over her front. She lingered over her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples, which hardened under her fingers. He loved to watch her touch herself. She rolled over on her stomach and handed Nathan the bottle to do her backside. He pulled her long hair out of the way, and started with her shoulders, digging deep into her muscles with his fingers. He loved touching and massaging her body, anywhere. He made his way down her back, digging deep as he went. She cooed at his touch. He lingered over her rounded buttocks; God, he loved her perfect ass. He kneaded and rolled each cheek, digging his fingers into that sensitive crease where it joined her legs. Starting at her ankles, he moved up her legs, over the calves, and up her thighs. From the inside of her thigh, he slipped his hand under her, fondling her outer lips. She sighed with pleasure and spread her legs a bit, giving him better access to her pussy. Slipping two fingers into her already wet vagina, he used his thumb to stroke her clit. Her hips began to undulate, her ass rose and fell and his hand continued to plunder her. As she approached her peak, she fisted the towel beneath her, and went over in a shuddering climax. "Jesus, Nathan, I love what your hands do to me. Now slip out of those trunks and turn toward me." She took the sun block and squirted some all over his erection. Linking her fingers together, she used both hands, swirling round and round his swollen head. His hips began to buck as he fucked her hands. He came in bucket loads. "Now that we've taken care of your little problem, let's go in the water." They had just waded in when an American cruise ship slid into view, steaming at barely headway speed. Orient Beach was a regular feature on that cruise line, so the passengers on board could ogle the naked people on the beach. The tourists flocked to the rail of the ship, armed with cameras and binoculars. Colleen again struck a provocative pose and waved at the crowd. What ever happened to his shy, demure little Colleen, Nathan wondered. Not that he minded, of course. They put on the swim masks that the resort provided and swam out into the clear blue water. Neither one of them had been skinny-dipping before, and were delighted with the freedom. He loved the feeling of the water moving over his genitals. She loved the water swirling over her breasts and between her legs. Nathan dove down to the bottom and lay on his back, watching her body as she swam over his head, her breasts cutting through the water, moving with each stroke. They caught a wave and body-surfed all the way to the beach. They lay side-by-side in that place where the water meets the sand, as the foam swirled around them. The incoming waves caressed their bodies, washing in and then back out again. Wrapping their arms around each other, they kissed, stroked, and caressed each other, replicating a love scene from "From Here to Eternity," an old black and white movie that had been scandalous in its day. When they got back to their cabin, they noticed that it had an outdoor shower. It was right out in the open with no privacy curtain. They stood under the spray, washing the sand off themselves. Colleen unhooked the showerhead and directed the spray between her legs. "I think I've even got sand in my pussy. Ooo, that feels really good." They took turns soaping each other up. Very intimately, in fact. Nathan's cock was standing at full attention. Just then, a middle-aged woman sauntered by. She was overweight and had sagging breasts. She paused, and looked, and looked, particularly at Nathan in his full glory. "Newlyweds, eh? Sure wish my Roger could get it up like that. Have fun, kids." She gave them a big smile and a wink. They were beginning to discover that, except for families with children, they were the only young people there. Colleen giggled, then grabbed Nathan's hand and dragged him inside. "Now we'll try out the bed. I am soo horny." She sat on the edge of the bed with her feet on the floor. He knelt on the floor, put her legs over his shoulders, and buried his face in her pussy. His tongue found her vagina, his hands found her breasts. His lips had barely fastened on her clit when she fisted her hands in his hair, arched her back, then her whole body shuddered as she came, flooding his face with her sweet, musky juice. "Fuck me, Nathan. Fuck me hard." He took her legs off his shoulders, stood up, and wrapped them around his waist. With his feet planted firmly on the floor, he slammed into her. Hard. Fast. His fingers dug into her hips, with each thrust he pulled her into him. She grasped his buttocks and hung on for dear life. He ravished her, destroyed her. That's exactly what she wanted. He took her over one peak. Then another. And another. Reaching his own, he screamed out her name and emptied himself deep in her womb, then collapsed on top of her, gasping for air. She rained kisses all over his face. "My Tarzan." "My Jane." "Nathan, I want to talk to you about something. For some reason, I find I really get off on being naked in front of other people. Does it bother you if other men look at me?" "Not if all they do is look. It kind of turns me on, watching them watching you. Actually, I really got turned on when that woman came by and checked out my boner while we were in the shower." "I'll get you a trench coat for your birthday and you can become a flasher." They soon discovered that it just wasn't the beach, but the whole resort was clothing optional. "So let's check out the bar. Do you think you can keep that bad boy down?" "After what we just did, I couldn't get it up with a skyhook." Every head in the place turned toward them when they walked in to the open-air bar. The men, clothed or not, literally drooled in their laps when this golden haired angel sauntered by. The women checked out Nathan pretty thoroughly, too, as he was quite a hunk. They pulled up a stool. She leaned forward, resting on her elbows, her breasts lying invitingly on top of the polished bar. "We'd like a couple of those fancy drinks in a cocoanut shell, please, and don't forget the little umbrellas." The bartender, when he could think about something other than the stupendous tits that were gracing his bar top, poured their drinks. There was no minimum drinking age in St. Martin, but he judged these two had little, if any experience in the states, and those cocoanut shells held four ounces of rum apiece, cleverly hidden under lots of fruit and sugar. As they sat sipping away, the woman who had passed them in the shower pulled up a stool next to them. " 'Ello, loves," she said with a British accent, "sorry I didn't introduce myself before, but you looked like you were a little preoccupied. My name's Miriam." Colleen and Nathan both blushed, as they held out their hands to shake hers. "Sorry about that, I know I'm not supposed to have an, uh, um... or get a, uh...." "A hard on?" She laughed. "I loved the view; best looking cock I've seen since I was a young thing and had a good looking body. Not as good as yours, dearie, you're what my Roger would call a knockout. I never had boobies quite that nice." "People aren't offended then?" "It's perfectly natural, especially when you're young and in love. Most of the old farts around here wish they could still get it up like that. We've been coming here for over thirty years. In the old days, there used to be orgies around the bonfires on the beach at night. These days, public sex isn't encouraged, but it happens and nobody really cares." "So, where are you from, loves?" They told her the name of the small town in Illinois where they lived. "What a coincidence," Muriel said. "Do you, by chance, know Bob and Betty Baker? They're in the swinging crowd." "They're my parents." Holy shit, Nathan and Colleen thought simultaneously. Nathan's parents are swingers! They would certainly view them in a different light now. Holy shit! They finished their drinks and the moment they set the shells down, the bartender handed them two fresh ones. "It's on Roger," he said nodding in the direction of a balding man with a paunch. Colleen, full of the spirits of the potent first round, hopped off her stool and bounced, oh God how she bounced, over to Roger and gave him a kiss on the cheek, her luscious breasts only inches from his face. She looked down at his lap and saw his penis start to swell. Miriam got off her stool, grabbed Roger by the arm and led him toward the door. "Gotta get him home before he gets out of the mood. Thanks, dearie." They turned back to the bar and picked up their fresh drinks. A man, dressed in Bermuda shorts and a flowered shirt with a thick gold chain around his neck, settled on the stool next to Colleen. She could feel his eyes studying her intently. "I think this guy wants to get into my pants," she whispered to Nathan. "You're not wearing any pants." "Oh yeah, there's that too," she giggled in response. The band took up the stage and started out with a hot reggae number. "Come on, Nathan, let's dance." She was a total reggae freak, and adored both Bob and Ziggy Marley. She loved the freedom of reggae dancing, and thought it would be awesome to do it naked. The band had a guitar, bass, keyboard, saxophone, steel drum, and a myriad of other drums and percussion instruments, and as many people to play them. Musicians would wander in and out of the group; some lured by the sound would show up with their own instrument and sit in. Reggae's origins are in traditional African and Caribbean music, American rhythm and blues, and in Jamaican ska and rocksteady. Reggae dancing has a variety of different movements. It is not usually done with one partner, but like Texas line dancing, any number of people can participate. Several people took to the dance floor and just shuffled around, trying to keep time with the beat. Colleen started out with the Bogel Dance, a Jamaican-born dance move which involves the moving of the body in a longitudinal, ocean-wave motion while at the same time raising the arms up and down, aiding the wave motion. She was a picture of grace, thrusting her pelvis forward and her shoulders back, then reversing the motion. She was loose, supple, her body completely in tune with the music. Most of the eyes in the crowd followed the flowing motion of her breasts as they rose and fell with the wave action. When she arched her back to go with the flow, her nipples pointed up to the sky. All the other dancers left the floor and watched her perform. A tall dreadlocked black man with a gold hoop in his ear sang the lyrics to the Bogel Dance: "Bend your back and lift your head up Turn side way lift your leg up Bend your face and twist it up And turn true side like you know you fed up Who Turn roun like you know rose duck Spin aroun cause you know how fi wuk Lift it up back then you breast it up Back it up cock it up my girl dutty wuk" When he finished the song, he dropped the baggy shorts he was wearing, and took a position opposite Colleen on the dance floor, grinning at her with his milk-white teeth. Her eyes bugged out when she looked at the biggest penis she had ever seen. It hung almost down to his knees. It was also the first uncircumcised penis she had ever seen. His foreskin hung down at least an inch from the end of his cock, with a small opening at the tip. She wondered how he could get what must be an enormous head, through that little hole. She also wondered how big it would be if he got a hard-on? Nathan, at this juncture, sat at one of the tables, and joined the ranks of spectator. Colleen spotted a man in the clothed section with a video camera. She smiled and decided to play right into his lens. She switched from the Bogle Dance to the Dutty Whine. The dancer moves her legs in a butterfly motion, much like doing the Charleston without the hands on the knees, while swinging the neck when the beat drops. When Colleen leaned forward and swung her head around, her golden hair whirled like a fan, rising in the air, then touching the floor on the downbeat. Her jiggling breasts displayed themselves with a stroboscopic effect. She didn't know her now partner's name, so she dubbed him "Rosta Mon." As he matched her moves on the floor, his huge penis swung back and forth like a metronome, at times swinging in a circle. She thought she saw his foreskin filling up a bit and, fueled by both titillation and rum, wondered if she could coax him into an erection. She giggled at the thought. "I was a teen-aged cock tease," she mused. Her legs began the butterfly moves. When she spread her knees apart, her shaved pussy lips opened, flashing a glimpse of pink, then closed when she brought her legs together again. She had definitely captured Rosta Mon's attention. His cock began to swell a bit. He poured out the lyrics to this portion of the dance: "Dutty, dutty, dutty love love I'm feeling like you letting go Dutty, dutty, dutty love love I'm feeling like you letting go Dutty, dutty, dutty love love I'm feeling like you letting go Dutty, dutty, dutty love love" The Kumina drummers began their frantic beat, and she began the Batty Moves, which involves gyrating the rear end. Shaking your booty, in Americanese. With her back to the crowd, she started to wiggle and shake in tune with the throbbing beat, her shapely, round cheeks bouncing. With her legs spread apart, she leaned forward and put her hands on the floor. While she continued to shake her ass, her pussy was on full display, now wet and glistening with her excitement. That was more than Rosta Mon could take. She watched as his foreskin widened and the giant, bulbous head of his cock broke through. His penis stood straight out like a battering ram. She finished her dance by doing the splits, then bounced up and down in the split position. As her now completely engorged clit slid across the floor, her whole body shivered and shook and a cry emerged from her throat. It didn't come from the dance, it came from the huge orgasm she had just experienced. She left a big wet spot on the floor. As she stood up on her shaking legs, the crowd erupted in applause. Rosta Mon, his cock still at full attention, slipped off the dance floor, his arm wrapped around a bare breasted, chocolate skinned woman with a sarong around her waist. They had matching smiles. When the band played a slow tune, Colleen grabbed Nathan's hand and lead him back onto the dance floor. She wrapped both arms around his neck and pressed her sweaty body tightly against his. She slipped and slid against him, her hard nipples digging into his chest. His leg slid between hers and she buried it in her groin. "No way am I going to keep it down when you do that," he rasped. "Who cares?" When they broke apart to hurry back to their room, he sported a massive erection. The spectators applauded again. "I need to take a quick shower to get this sweat off of me, then I'm gonna fuck your brains out." "No shower, I want to taste you just the way you are." His mouth touched every part of her body, licking, nibbling, savoring her sweat. When he reached the place between her legs, his taste buds adored the salty tang with the sweet musk. She pushed him back on the bed and straddled him. True to her word, she fucked his brains out. The next evening, at the bar, Murial again took a stool next to them. When they were well into their drinks, margaritas this time, she leaned over and asked, "a group of us are wondering if we could get you two to give us a show?" "What kind of a show?" "We'd like you to make love with each other while we watch you do it. You're both so lovely, it would give us a real thrill. Talk it over with each other and let me know what you decide." "God, Nathan, I never realized I am such an exhibitionist; it makes me tingle just to think about it. What do you think?" "Turns me on, too," he said, pointing to his lap. "I'm game if you are." "Okay," she said to Murial, "we'll do it." They made an appointment to join Murial and Roger in their chalet in an hour, then accepted another margarita from an anonymous benefactor. Then one more for courage. Colleen and Nathan Bare It All Ch. 01 They arrived on time. Muriel, Roger, and a dozen of their middle-aged friends were gathered in the room, sharing cocktails and hors d'oeuvres. Colleen and Nathan were fully dressed, the only time they had put on clothes since they arrived on the island. She wore a short satin cocktail dress, with a hemline that fell about six inches above her knees, spaghetti straps, and a low-cut bodice that showed plenty of cleavage. In blue, it matched her eyes. He wore a pair of Dockers and a purple silk shirt, with half the buttons undone. They mingled with the crowd, nibbled on the canapés; it was the first time either of them had tasted caviar, and sipped one more margarita. She felt more sexy in her dress than she did in the nude, and from the looks in their eyes, it was apparent the men agreed with her. Nathan's eyes reflected pure lust. Murial put a Norah Jones CD on the stereo, and Colleen and Nathan moved together and began to dance to her amorous voice. He held her by the waist; she snuggled up against him with both hands around his neck, pressing her firm breasts against his chest. As they swayed to the music, he ran his hands up and down her back, along her sides, finally settling them on her beautifully rounded ass. As he caressed her cheeks, the satin dress rose up a bit, revealing the garters that held up her hose, and an expanse of creamy white thigh. Grasping the back of her neck, he pulled her head from his shoulder, and found her mouth with his, gentle grazing kisses at first, just brushing her lips. Her tongue snicked out and traced the outline of his mouth. His tongue met hers and they exchanged little butterfly flicks, in full view of their audience. "Aww, that's so sweet," one of the women gushed, her eyes welling up with tears. The kiss intensified until he was crushing her mouth with his. He rained kisses over her face, along the curve of her neck, and to that place behind her ear that drove her wild, finally sucking the lobe into his mouth. She slowly unbuttoned his shirt, running her soft hands over his strong chest and ripped abs. Running her mouth over his torso, she took his nipples into her mouth, one at a time. A growl formed in his throat, a soft moan in hers. She pulled the shirt off of him and cast it aside. As his mouth moved down her neck, he slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders and caressed them with his lips. He slowly unzipped the dress and let it pool at her feet. A collective gasp merged from the people in the room, as they beheld her lingerie. Black. Silk. Lace. See-thru. Demi-bra that barely covered her nipples, lifting her full breasts, letting the curved upper halves spill over the top. Matching garter belt that held up her sheer hose, and thong panties. Nathan ran his lips and tongue over the exposed parts of her breasts; his tongue dipped beneath the lace, reaching for a nipple. He dropped to his knees and unhooked her garters, one at a time, caressing her thighs as he went. He rolled down the stockings that covered her shapely legs, then unfastened her garter belt and let it fall to the floor. After running his lips over her upper thighs, his mouth centered between her legs, blowing a soft breath thru the lacy panties. She arched her back and thrust her pubis toward his mouth. When he stood to embrace her again, she unzipped his pants and pulled them down. He wore a pair of black silk boxers with a red heart on the fly, severely tented out in the front. He turned her around so her back was toward him, and mindful of the spectators, unhooked her bra, and let her full, luscious breasts hang free. Cupping them with his hands, he lifted them up, like he was making an offering to the people watching. As he stroked and caressed her breasts, she backed up and wriggled her ass against his groin. She mewled as he rolled her hard, stiff nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Looking out at the crowd surrounding them, they saw one man, his wife on his lap, fondling her huge, pendulous boobs; her nipples stuck out more than an inch. Turning Colleen around to face him again, he assaulted her breasts with his mouth, kissing and licking them all over. He laved her nipples with the flat part of his tongue, flicked them with the tip, nibbled them with his lips, then drew them into to his mouth and suckled. It was hard to differentiate her moans from those coming from the women around them. Dropping to his knees again, he kissed and licked his way lower, across her belly, pausing to stick his tongue in her navel, one of her many erogenous zones. Then lower. And lower. Hooking her panties with his thumbs, he slid them down her legs, baring her puffy, swollen lips. He ran his tongue up and down her slit until her engorged clitoris peeked out from between them. They both laughed as a wiry little man, skittered across the floor and snatched her panties, burying his face in them. "Ahh, ambrosia," he said, as his wife giggled and poked a finger in his ribs. Her turn now. She pulled his shorts down; his rock-hard penis slapped him the belly. A slender woman with tiny breasts and huge nipples clapped her hands, then reached into her husband's lap and fondled his cock. "Gee, Gracie, I remember when mine stuck up like that." "It's still pretty good, for such an old pecker." Gracie left a big lipstick print on the end of it. Colleen cradled his balls in her hand, kissed each one, then gently took them into her mouth. Her tongue ran up and down his shaft, then flicked over his frenulum, that special little piece of flesh just beneath the head where all the nerves come together. She spread the top of his crown apart, and licked the hole at the tip. They moved over to the bed and lay down. Nathan ran his hands up and down her body, skimming his palms over her nipples until they swelled up again. He loved the contrast between the stiff nipples and the puffy, pale areolas that surrounded them. Mindful of his audience, when he reached her mound, he sat up beside her to give them a better view. He massaged her mons, then spreading her legs a bit, began to work on her swollen outer lips. Squeezing them together, he could feel her clit underneath, felt it swell, then peek out between the lips. He pulled her knees up and spread them wide apart. He spread her lips apart, revealing the sea of quivering pink flesh that lay between them. "Oh, what a perfect rose," came a voice from somewhere in the room. With his fingers, Nathan stroked both pink lips, then dipped his middle finger into her vagina and circled the internal walls. Her hips began to undulate, her breath came in ragged gasps. He pulled some of her inner juices out of her vagina and used them to lubricate the head of her clit. His finger traced lazy circles around it, until she signaled him that she was ready for some heavier touching. He grasped her glans and gently pulled it all the way out, then began to roll it between his thumb and forefinger. It was bigger than he'd ever seen it before, and obvious to all who watched, why it's called the "little penis." The head of her clitoris looked just like the head of his cock, and another half inch of the shaft was exposed. Her hips began to buck wildly to his touch. "Oh God, oh God, sweet Jesus, Nathan, don't stop, don't stop." Her hands fisted the bedspread, her back arched, her whole body shuddered as the wave washed over her and crashed as she came. And came hard. The people around her were mesmerized as they watched the musky sweet liquid pour out of her cunt. The whole room smelled like hot sex. There wasn't a limp dick in the house. Every man had a hard-on, in a variety of shapes and sizes. Miriam was on Roger's lap, his cock buried inside her as she rode him up and down. Another woman was jerking her husband off with one hand, the other one was rubbing furiously between her legs. Nathan moved down the bed and buried his face in Colleen's crotch. He knew it wouldn't take much to push her over her peak again. At this point, she'd probably come if he just blew in her ear. His tongue licked at her everywhere. He lapped up all of her juices, savoring the taste, her pheromones fueling his lust. When he sucked her clit into his mouth, she fisted her hands in his hair and pulled him closer to her. She moaned, then screamed out his name as yet another orgasm wracked her body. He rolled over on his back, his blood filled cock bobbing with the beat of his pulse, his whole body lusting for hers. She straddled his legs then bent down to work him with her lips and tongue. Teasing. Tormenting. Tasting. When she felt he couldn't take anymore, she moved farther up his body. Grasping his erection in one hand, she moved over him, slipped the head of his cock into her hot, wet pussy and sank down on him. She was tight. And slippery, like liquid velvet. In almost slow motion she rose up on him, clenched her vaginal muscles, and worked the head of his cock, letting him come all the way out of her, then sliding down on him again. He filled his hands with her breasts, massaging, then pinching her nipples, sending a jolt of electricity straight down to her clit. Completely filled with his cock, she ground her clit into his pubic bone. He grasped the lush cheeks of her ass and rocked her back and forth. She arched her back, threw her head back, and screamed to the heavens as she came once again, drenching his balls. Once her orgasm subsided, with his cock fully inside her, she turned around into the reverse cowboy position, giving their audience a better close-up view of their coupling. She rode him, slowly at first. When she came down, her inner lips curled under and disappeared into her vagina, emerging again when she rose up. She rode him harder. Faster. His hand reached around her hips and massaged her clit. Her breasts rose and fell, jostled, and bounced, as did his balls when he thrust up to meet her. She came again. And again. When she saw his testicles rise and his sac shrivel up, she lifted off of him and moved back. With her open mouth positioned a few inches away from the head of his cock, she pumped his shaft, felt it pulse as he shot his first load into her mouth. The next spurts landed on her breasts, running down and hanging off her nipples. Satiated, spent, they collapsed in a heap, to a standing ovation. "God, I don't know how many orgasms I had." "I counted nine," Murial said. "I had three myself." They gathered up their clothes into bundle; no point in putting them back on, and accepted thanks and hugs from all the people there. Murial handed them an envelope on their way out the door. "Don't open this until you get home." Holding hands as the plane took off, they looked down at the island and the clear blue water. Unable to wait any longer, Nathan handed Colleen the envelope and she ripped it open. Inside was a cashier's check for $2500. "Holy shit!" they exclaimed in unison. It had been a perfect honeymoon. Colleen and Nathan Bare It All Ch. 02 Colleen and Nathan had just returned from their honeymoon at Orient Beach, on the French Island of St. Martins. Unbeknownst to them, it turned out to be a nude resort. Colleen was delighted from the onset; Nathan was a bit apprehensive at first, but soon got into the swing of things. They had decided to live, temporarily, in Nathan's loft, over the Baker family garage. It was a bigger space and, separated from the house, gave them more privacy. Bob and Betty, Nathan's parents, had been out of town and had not seen them since they got home. The first morning after their homecoming, Colleen wandered down the stairs from the loft into the music studio to make a pot of coffee. She was stark naked. Nudity had become such a habit while on St. Martins, that she hadn't given it a thought. Besides, they were alone in the building. She had just filled the coffee maker when the side door burst open and Bob came sailing through into the studio. She made no move to flee the room or cover herself, but just stood with a smile on her face. "Hi, Mr. Baker." "Oops, hi Colleen. I didn't realize you guys were back yet. Sorry for barging in." Yet he made no move to retreat or turn his back, but just stood there, taking her all in. God, she is beautiful, he thought. Long legs, perfect ass, full round breasts that sat high on her chest. He saw that she had shaved her pussy, and he stared at the slit between her lips. "Oh, and, um, now that you're my daughter, how about calling me Bob?" "Okay, Bob, thanks for the wonderful honeymoon." When she gave him a kiss on the cheek, her bare breasts brushed against his arm. "Coffee's done." She poured two cups and handed one to Bob. "I'm going to take one up to Nathan." He watched her turn, his eyes glued to her swaying hips and buttocks as she sauntered up the stairs with her new husband's morning coffee. God, Nathan's a lucky kid, he thought, then adjusted his penis so the bulge in his pants wasn't so obvious. Betty noticed his erection the moment he walked into their kitchen. Raising her eyebrows, asked, "What's that all about?" She pointed at his crotch. "Well, I walked into the studio, and Colleen was standing there, totally nude. God, that girl is built like a brick shithouse." "She must be, to have that effect on you." Betty moved close and started to rub his penis, through his cargo shorts. "Be a shame to waste this," she grinned, and pulled down his zipper. He loosened the tie on her robe and ran his hands over her body. Fondling her nipples with one hand, he cupped her vulva with the other. As her breathing accelerated, he slipped a finger inside her and found her already wet. Colleen and Nathan, hungry for breakfast, were just about to open the kitchen door. "Whoa, wait a minute," he held up a hand signaling her to halt. They both peered through the window. "Holy shit!" she said, her eyes bugging out. Betty was on her knees, with Bob's cock in her mouth. "Wow, I can see where you get your big dick from." They knew they should have beat a hasty retreat, but something kept them glued to the window, watching the action inside. "She's got a great body, for a woman her age," Colleen whispered. "She's got a great body for a woman of any age." Betty just turned forty and kept herself trim and toned, working out daily in their home gym. She had large breasts, without a hint of middle-aged sag, with half-dollar sized, rose-colored areolas. Her aroused nipples stood out about three quarters of an inch. She had a mass of strawberry blonde pubic hair. "He's not bad either." He was tanned and toned, with a thatch of black hair on his chest. His erection stood out at a forty-five degree angle. Bob pulled her upright, then turned her around and bent her over the kitchen table. He slid his cock into her, reaching around to massage her clit. They watched, breathing heavily, as his father pumped into his mother. Her big hanging breasts swung free. They heard her scream as she came, the sounds muted through the door. He climaxed right after her, his whole body shaking as his semen flooded her cunt. "Colleen shaves her pussy, too." "Would you like me to do that?" "Can I watch?" he asked with a shit-eating grin on his face. Colleen and Nathan turned back toward their room, both highly aroused. They tore each other's clothes off and fucked each other silly. "God, that's so weird. I can't believe watching my parents screw turned me on like that." "Well, it was pretty hot." "Oh, yeah!" When Betty finished with scissors and razor, she stood and examined herself in the mirror. "Jesus, I look like a little girl down there." "Oh, yeah!" Bob exclaimed, and buried his face between her legs. ************************** Colleen and Nathan had both won full scholarships to the Julliard School, located in the Lincoln Center for the Performing Arts in New York City, which was quite a coup, because the tuition was $35,000 a year. They got some help from their parents, but they needed to earn the bulk of their rent and living expenses themselves. Housing costs in New York were astronomical, but they got lucky. A close friend of Colleen's Aunt Peggy owned a big, old three-story house in the East Village, and she let it out to students at a reasonable rent. There were twelve young people living in the house. She and Nathan had a large bedroom and small study on the third floor, with a shared bath. The kitchen and living areas on the first floor were shared communally. Neither of them had been to New York before, so they arrived a week early to get themselves acclimated. They had compiled a list of touristy things to do; Times Square, the Statue of Liberty, the Metropolitan Museum of Art, MOMA, among other things. They got out their bikes and took a cycling tour of Central Park, stopping to see the model sailboats at the Conservatory Water, the Alice in Wonderland sculpture, the wonderful brass depiction of Alice and her Friends that was covered with children climbing all over it, the Belvedere Castle atop Vista Rock, and the Bow Bridge. Their primary destination was the Imagine Mosaic in the park's Strawberry Fields, created as a tribute to John Lennon. They had both had their guitars, and brought them out to play and sing. Colleen wore a white peasant dress that came down to six inches above her knees; it had a scoop neck and beautiful embroidery on the bodice. With her waist length blonde hair combed down, she was radiant. Nathan wore an Indian shirt over his jeans, his long hair pulled back in a ponytail, and as always, his John Lennon style round granny glasses. She played lead guitar; he played rhythm. Their first number was, quite appropriately, "Imagine." Their harmony was perfect, and well practiced. They segued into "Michelle" and then "Norwegian Wood." A crowd had gathered around them by then. Their finale was "Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds." It was not a tribute to John Lennon, but to their golden Labrador retriever, Lucy, who had grown up with them, and just passed away at the age of sixteen. They both had tears running down their cheeks as they sang the song for her. All dogs go to heaven. Colleen, anxious to get started, had inadvertently left her guitar case open on the ground, and people had been dropping money in as soon as they started. She was stunned when she counted it out; there was $120 in there. "Not too shabby for twenty minutes work," she said with a huge smile on her face. They had figured out one way to earn money in New York. Their housemates were an eclectic bunch, to say the least. They came in all colors, shapes, sizes, and genders. There were six men, five women, and Ronnie, whose gender they had yet to figure out. Brian and Liam were a gay couple, who shared a bedroom across the hall from them. E.M. —you pronounced her initials-- short for Earth Mother, looked like an over-inflated Janis Joplin doll, tipping the scales at well over 300 pounds. She was the self-appointed majordomo of the household. Franklin was a tall black man with dreadlocks, that when tied back, reached almost to his waist. Sunil was a Sikh, with a lavender turban. Kimmie was a tiny oriental girl with virtually no breasts. And there were three others that they had yet to meet. Colleen and Nathan felt right at home, both in their new house and in the East Village. In high school, they were the freaks because they were different. Here everybody was different, everybody was a freak. Colleen met Roger under very unusual circumstances. She had stripped down to take a shower, and sat on the toilet first. The bathroom door, which had no lock, flew open and Roger, who looked like a young version of R. Crumb, with a pencil neck and huge horn-rimmed glasses, burst through the door. He squatted down in front of her and stared between her legs. "I really like to watch a woman pee." He stuck his hand in the bowl and let her stream wash over it. He looked over his shoulder on the way out the door, "By the way, nice boobs." "Uh, thanks, I think." She shrugged her shoulders and climbed in the shower. Their house in the East Village was 4½ miles from Lincoln Center, so in good weather they could ride their bicycles to and from classes at Julliard. They varied their routes daily so they could experience different parts of the city. There were, thanks to former mayor Ed Koch bicycle lanes on most of the roads they took. They could go up Broadway, take 34th Street, but their favorite route was to take the Avenue of the Americas and cut through Central Park. One afternoon, after stashing their bikes in the main hallway, they climbed the two flights of stairs to their room. Half way down the hall, they heard moaning. It was coming from Brian and Liam's room, through the open doorway. Although they knew they should discretely retreat, they both stood rooted to the spot, their eyes wide as they watched. Liam had Brian's hard cock in his hand, and vice-versa. They were stroking each other, oblivious to anyone or anything else. Colleen started breathing rapidly, and she could feel a tingle starting between her legs. Brian was what they called a "twink," a slender, young-looking man with no body hair. He had a huge penis. Liam was larger, heavily muscled with black curly hair on his chest, much smaller in the genital department. Brian's head dropped into his partner's lap, and he took the bulbous head of his cock into his mouth. Liam's hips bucked, until he was fucking the mouth that surrounded his cock, being completely deep-throated. Once he came, they kissed and tongued, swapping the semen that they both swallowed. Liam knelt on the bed and stuck his ass up in the air. Brian dipped his fingers into a jar of Vaseline and slipped them into Liam's pink orifice, then liberally coated his huge throbbing cock. Slowly, slowly, he shoved it into the ass in front of him, until he was buried up to the hilt. "Oh, ow! That's got to really hurt," Colleen and Nathan thought simultaneously. They didn't realize that they had said it out loud, until they gay couple both looked at them and gave them a big smile. "Now that was different," she said as they sat together on the bed in their own room, still breathing heavily. "Did watching that turn you on?" "Watching SEX turns me on. Did you ever want to make it with another guy?" "My cousin Bobby and I jerked each other off when we were fourteen, but that wasn't a gay thing; we were looking at a Playboy at the time, and pretending it was the Playmate's hand. Do you ever want to make it with another woman?" "I've thought about it. It might be kind of interesting." "Well, if you ever decide to do it, I want to watch." "Do you like watching?" "Oh, yeah! Do you like watching?" "Oh, yeah!" "Let's do it in front of the mirror and we can both watch ourselves." Colleen stood facing the full-length mirror with Nathan behind her. He pulled her hair aside and began kissing her neck, up behind the ear, then blew gently in it. It was one of her favorite erogenous zones. When he sucked her earlobe into his mouth, she quivered all over. They watched as his hands moved over her breasts, massaging them over her blouse. Her nipples hardened, two bumps becoming visible through her shirt. He pressed his groin into her backside, and she could feel him harden and press into her ass. One by one, he unbuttoned her blouse, caressing each new expanse of bare flesh as it became revealed, until her upper body was exposed, clad only in the lacy bra that barely covered her nipples. She let a moan escape her throat when both his hands disappeared under the lace and fondled her breasts. She stepped out of her jeans after he pulled them down her legs, and stood in the lacy thong that matched her bra. "You've got the sexiest underwear I've ever seen. You look like a page in the Victoria's Secret catalogue." "I wear it just so you can enjoy taking it off me." She turned her head and kissed him deeply. It's my turn to take your clothes off; turn around." He faced the mirror and she took her place behind him. She replicated his actions, a button at time, running her hands over his well-muscled chest, squeezing and pinching his nipples, hearing him hum with pleasure. She pulled his pants down, leaving him standing in his silk briefs. The head of his erection poked out over the top. "Ohh, look who wants to come out and play," she giggled. When she dropped his shorts, he stood there staring at himself in the mirror. "Que paso?" "Well, I never see it from this perspective. I always see it from the other side, from the top." He studied the different view, the little triangle under his crown that was so sensitive to the touch, and the way his large testicles hung in their sac. She took it in her hand and began to stroke it; his balls rose and fell with the pull of the loose skin on his shaft. He moved behind her again, pressing his now throbbing cock in the crease between her round butt cheeks. "Time to get you naked," he said, unhooking her bra and letting it fall to the floor. Then without a pause, he stripped off her panties. She studied herself in the looking glass, the full round breasts, narrow waist, and her girlish shaved pudenda. Moving her shoulders, she watched her breasts sway, then paused to stroke them and run her hands up and down her own body. "Narcissist?" Nathan asked. "I'm still not used to having this body. Sometimes I think it's not really me." Colleen had been skinny as a stick, and virtually breastless, for the first seventeen years of her life. She filled out and blossomed in her senior year in high school. "I like to watch you touch yourself. Do your nipples some more, that's really hot." She did. "I like to watch you watching me. I like to watch you touching me, too." She replaced her hands with his. Her eyelids drooped and she got this really dreamy expression on her face as he rolled her nipples with his fingers. Suddenly her eyes popped wide open. "OOH! Whew, that one snuck right up on me," she gasped, as an orgasm wracked her body. "Now suck on them, I want to watch you suck on them." She turned sideways, which showed off her beautiful curved uplift. He ran his lips and tongue over every part of her breasts, before settling on a nipple and drawing it into his mouth. She threw her head back as he feasted on her, fisting her hands in his hair. They watched each other dissolve into ecstasy. Dropping to her knees, she held his throbbing cock in one hand and watched in the glass as her tongue laved him, from the bottom of his scrotum to the top of his crown. She took his cock into her mouth, and bobbed her head up and down, then pulled up with an audible "pop". A string of saliva ran from her mouth to the head of his penis. "This would be like watching a movie if we didn't have all the physical sensations to go with it." He pulled he to her feet and took up a kneeling position himself. His tongue snicked out and ran up and down her slit. "I want to see inside my pussy; how are we going to do that?" Nathan pulled a stool in front of the mirror. He sat her down on it, spread her legs apart, and had her put her feet on the rungs of the stool. When his hands spread her outer lips apart, she gasped, "Oh, it does look like a flower." He spread her minora open. "Look, Nathan, I can see way inside my vagina." She was mesmerized. So was he. He started stroking her hood and another charge of blood rushed through her vulva. "Oh, God, I can see my clit coming out. I've felt it, but I've never seen it. Look at it, it looks just like the head of your cock. Touch it, please touch it." "You touch it yourself, I want to watch you make yourself come." Her fingers were a blur as she whipped them across her clitoris. "Oh God, oh God, I'm going to come." Her body stiffened and together they watched a gusher of fluid shoot out of her cunt. "I didn't know you were a squirter." "I guess I am one now. That was awesome. Fuck me, Nathan, I want to watch your cock go in my pussy." He sat himself on the stool and pulled her onto his lap. His throbbing hard-on stood tall between her legs. She raised up, and holding her pussy lips apart, gently lowered herself on to his cock. They watched as the head disappeared inside her, then slowly, slowly, she took the rest of him in. His hands fondled her breasts, rolling and pinching her nipples. Her engorged clit stuck out prominently, and he found it with his fingers as she raised and lowered herself on him. She picked up the pace, ramping up and down as he thrust up to meet her. He loved watching her breasts jiggle and bounce. She watched his sac contract, felt his cock pulse, and let herself go with him as he poured his spunk deep in her womb. He pulled out of her and they watched her vagina contract and spasm, then his semen ran out and down the cleft in her ass. He gripped her waist as they struggled to catch their breath. "That was awesome! I REALLY like watching." "Bravo!" Applause rang out from the doorway. Franklin and Sunil met their gaze with shit-eating grins. Somebody was watching them watch themselves. Colleen and Nathan Bare It All Ch. 03 The second weekend in September, the entire twelve-person household took a trip to Fire Island. Located off the coast of Long Island, it is the large center island of the outer barrier islands. Long reputed to be a gay Mecca, it was equally enjoyed by straights. They took the ferry over to the island. Colleen and Nathan, never having been on the ocean before, stood at the bow, watching the big ship cut through the choppy waves. Her long blonde hair streamed out behind her, dancing in the wind. They had finally met their last two housemates, Melissa, a tall willowy redhead who was majoring in dance, and Carla, a Goth, who had spiky black hair, and numerous tattoos and body piercings. She wore a tank top that revealed her heavily inked arms, and an intricate, multi-colored floral design across her chest, that disappeared beneath the front of her shirt. Nathan wondered how far it would go underneath, and hoped he might get the chance to find out. Brian and Liam, the gay couple in their household, had borrowed a large beach house from some friends. It was located on a private beach that allowed nudity; the park service had banned nude sunbathing on the public beaches, even though it had been a long tradition. Colleen and Nathan had become nude beach addicts after their honeymoon in St. Martins in the Caribbean, and couldn't wait to hit the sand. They had also developed an innate curiosity about what other people looked like without their clothes on. They had already seen Liam and Brian, when they happened upon their gay coupling. Franklin, their black housemate, was the first to peel his clothes off. He stood 6'6" and, stereotypically, had a huge penis. Kimmie, the tiny oriental girl was next. She was only 4'9" and had little bee-stings for breasts, and a patch of very fine black pubic hair. Sunil, the Sikh, left his burgundy turban on his head. Although it was against his religion, he quickly peeled his clothes off. He had a tiny uncircumcised penis with a drooping foreskin. Melissa had a dancer's body, with small breasts, and a patch of red pubic hair that matched the hair on her head. Roger, the geek, had an average-sized cock, and a shaved pubis. Nathan gawked as Carla finally shed her tank top and baggy jeans. Her entire torso was covered with tattoos, floral designs intermingled with skulls covered her breasts, with big red stars over each nipple. There was a large dragon across her stomach, its mouth open around her bald pussy, inked in to her outer lips. She had piercings in her eyebrows, through her lips, her nose, and at least a dozen spiky studs through each ear. Her nipples had big silver bars with balls on the end drilled through them. They could see shiny objects between her legs, but were hesitant to stare, until she spread her legs apart and invited them to inspect her more closely. Carla had three rings in each of her labia, and a heavy metal one through the hood of her clitoris. "God, didn't that hurt? Didn't all of it hurt?" Colleen asked, envisioning the piercings and the tattoo needles, gouging through all her sensitive parts. "Yeah, it hurt a lot. I take it you're not into pain." "No, thank you. I'm into pleasure." "Pity. I can envision you with black boots and a whip." Nathan could dig the black boots, but skip the whip. When Ronnie dropped his? her? clothes off, they still couldn't figure out what gender he? she? was. Ronnie had both breasts and a penis. Sensing their puzzlement, he volunteered that he was in the middle of a sex change operation. "Which way are you going?" Nathan asked. "Male to female. They're going to amputate my penis and build me a vagina instead." "Can you be sexually active?" "Sure. They take the skin off my penis and scrotum and turn it into labia, and make a clitoris out of my glans." "So you'll be able to make love with a man with no problem?" Ronnie laughed. "Actually, I'm really into women, so I'm going to be a lesbian." "So, if you're really into women, why don't you stay a man?" "I like pussy so much, I want one of my own." All eyes turned to E.M. She stood in a fuchsia flowered mumu that could double as a circus tent. Her bathroom scale maxed out at three hundred pounds, and that was five years ago. Nobody dared guess what she weighed now. She started to pull the mumu over her head. "Jesus, I don't know if I can watch this," Franklin said. "I don't know if I want to watch this," Nathan added. He covered his eyes with his hand, but his fingers were spread apart enough to peek through. There stood the biggest mountain of flesh any of them had ever seen. Her stomach hung down almost to her knees, her pubis completely lost under all the flab. Enormous breasts, like flesh-colored gunny sacks, hung flat on her belly, with saucer-sized areolas and nipples that pointed straight down to the ground. She had legs like tree trunks, with rolls of fat that obscured her knees. Her enormous ass and thighs were pocked with cellulite that looked like craters on the moon. When she lay down on her blanket, she looked like a beached whale. Beer got liberally swilled. Someone turned on a boom box and couples began to pair off and dance. Brian and Liam were both sporting erections that they ground against each other. Melissa paired off with Carla, but perhaps the oddest couple were Franklin and Kimmie. He towered so far above her tiny body that her nipples brushed again his cock. Nathan and Colleen held each tightly, swaying with the music. They both became highly aroused, as she rubbed her hard nipples across his chest and he ground his stiff cock against her belly. He was no longer embarrassed by getting an erection in front of an audience; it really turned him on. E.M. slowly worked her way up on her feet. Striking a pose, she placed her hands on her knees and raised her enormous ass. "Oh, my God, she's gonna twerk." Twerking hit the news recently when a group of high school students were suspended for putting a video of themselves doing the suggestive dance on YouTube. The Wikipedia definition of twerking is, oddly, perfect: "Twerking is a dance move that involves a person shaking their hips and bottom in a bouncy up and down motion causing it to shake, wobble, and jiggle." As with any dance, attitude is everything. Whether or not you've got enough junk in the trunk to make a real splash doesn't necessarily matter, as long as you've got sass. Or, er, a big ass. E.M. most definitely had the right equipment. She started to shake, and everything wobbled and jiggled. Undulating rolls of fat spurned rolls on top of the rolls, that moved like hideous waves up and down her body. "Oh. My. God." was the collective chorus from her audience, as they watched open-mouthed. Colleen, studying American musical history at Julliard was reminded of an old Glenn Miller tune, "It Must be Jelly, Cause Jam Don't Shake Like That." E.M. shot them all a shit-eating grin as her body continued to undulate. After a spell, the dancing turned into acts of public sex; Beach Blanket Bango. Melissa buried her face in Carla's crotch, carefully, so all Carla's genital hardware didn't tear up her tongue. Ronnie slid his face under Melissa's pussy, jerking himself off while he still had a cock. One by one, when the beer got to them, the women took turns peeing on Roger, who was in golden showers heaven. Perhaps the strangest coupling occurred between Franklin and Kimmie. His hard-on was enormous; guesses ranged from fifteen to eighteen inches, and as big around as a wrist. He picked tiny Kimmie up like a rag doll and held her over his cock. Slowly, he slid it into her. Everyone thought he'd get it in a couple inches and have to stop, but he kept on going. And going. Where the hell did she put it all? Christ, that was like deep throating her. From the other end. E.M. got down on all fours and spread her monstrous cheeks apart. Wow, you could actually see some pink. Sunil took up a position behind her. "Jesus, that's like sticking your dick in the Grand Canyon." "We'd better tie a board across his ass so he doesn't fall in." As the beach party wound itself down, and as it was time to head back to the house, four of the men grabbed a corner of Roger's blanket, hauled him down to the water and threw in him. Then they buried the blanket. Nobody wanted him in the house smelling that bad. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Back in the house, Brian came over to where Colleen and Nathan were sitting, carrying a large scrapbook. "You have such a beautiful body, Colleen. I'd really like to photograph you." "Nude?" "Yes, outdoors, by the ocean." Brian was working on his MFA degree at the Art Institute of New York. He opened his portfolio to show them his work, a stunning array of beautiful women, tastefully photographed in outdoor settings; by the ocean, in a forest, and one of a woman under a waterfall. "These are gorgeous, Brian. I'd love to pose for you, if it's okay with Nathan." She could feel a tingle in her groin just thinking about it. Nathan quickly nodded his assent. "I love women's bodies; the angles, the curves, and all their secret places," Brian volunteered. "If you love women's bodies so much, how come you're gay?" "I love them aesthetically, not sexually. A lot of photographers who specialize in capturing women; fashion, lingerie, and nude, are gay." "I want to go along with you," Nathan said. He partly wanted to be protective, but was also titillated at the prospect. He loved looking at her body, and thought it would be a thrill to see her through someone else's eyes. At sunrise, the three of them set off for the water's edge. Brain wanted to capture the color of the sky as a background for his model. His only prop was a four-foot square of silk with a multi-colored floral print. He first posed her with the silk wrapped around her hips like a sarong, with her arms reaching for the pink and orange tinted sky, her head thrown back, and her long blonde hair flying in the wind. Next, he had her strip off the silk and hold it over her head, letting it fly like a sail behind her. Throughout the morning, he put her through dozens of poses. In the water, out of the water, standing, sitting with her back arched and her breasts pointing toward the sky. He had her hold one pose, thigh deep in the water. The incoming waves lapped between her legs, teasing her clit, turning her face into an expression of pure lust. Brian had her roll in the dry sand; it stuck to her wet body, covering her buttocks and her breasts, with her hardened nipples poking out. When she stood again, the sand covered her pussy lips. He posed her on a rock and let the spray from the crashing waves act as a backdrop. She reclined on a pile of grey weathered driftwood with one leg pointed at the sky, exposing all her flowery genitalia to the prying lens. Brian captured everything, from panoramic wide-angle shots to zoomed-in close-ups. The camera loved her. And she loved the camera. She also found posing to be highly erotic. In fact, her pussy had been wet through the entire session. When Brian was finished for the day, she grabbed Nathan by the hand and they sprinted back to the house. In the shower, Nathan took the hand-held sprayer and flushed the sand off her body. He held it for a long time between her legs; her breathing became ragged and she thrust her hips forward, letting the spray wash over her engorged clit. Her whole body shuddered and she grabbed him by the shoulders for balance as her orgasm broke like a wave over her entire being. They soaped each other thoroughly. Sensually. Slowly. His hands lingered over her full round breasts, slipping and sliding over her nipples. Her hands slithered over his balls and up and down his throbbing cock. When she couldn't stand it any longer, she placed her hands on the wall and thrust her gorgeous ass out toward him. "Fuck me, Nathan. Fuck me hard." He slipped the head of his cock down the cleft between her cheeks, and with one thrust, buried himself deep in her cunt. Insatiable, burning with a whole day's worth of pent-up desire, he grabbed her hips and pounded into her again and again, his groin making slap-slapping noises as it collided with her ass. "Oh, God, oh Jesus, oh God," they howled in unison as they came together in an orgasmic collision that left them breathless and fulfilled. Back home in the East Village, Brian slipped the memory card into his computer and asked Colleen and Nathan to come in and view the photos he had taken of her. They were stunned when they saw the beautiful shots he had made. He gave them a disk he had burned to keep for themselves. "I sent some of these out to some markets I have to see if there's any interest in buying some of these, but I wouldn't sell anything without your permission. Anything I make, I split fifty-fifty with the model." "So is there any interest? As struggling students, we could always use the money." "A lot of it; an ad agency wants some of the tamer shots for a travel brochure, a website that specializes in tasteful art will buy a gallery of twenty shots, there's some interest from a magazine, and I have a connection with a representative from Playboy that would like you to audition for a centerfold." "Everything sounds good to me, except for Playboy. Playboy gets a big 'no thank you.' " "They pay big money for a centerfold." "Yeah, and you have to have sex with that creepy old pervert, Hefner, to get in there." Colleen had just read an expose written by a former Playmate. The description of Hef's "parties" disgusted her. He'd have twelve of his naked "girlfriends" hover around his bed; two of them would make it with each other while he watched, and the others, in turn, would have to straddle his mangy old Viagra filled cock and fuck him if they wanted to get into the fold-out in his magazine. "They couldn't pay me enough to do that." "There's one more possibility," Brian added. "Have the two of you ever thought about making an erotic video?" "Do you mean porn?" "This is hard-core, but it's very tastefully done. There's a website called 'Erotic-Art.' They like to use real couples, and the pay is very good." He wrote down the URL and a phone number to call if they were interested. They booted up their computer and entered the web address. It was a subscription site, but there were enough free samples for them to get the gist of it. The models were beautiful and very natural. The photography was lovely; soft focus, and very romantic looking. "Wow, this is beautiful. What do you think, Nathan?" "I think we could do this." He was standing behind her, watching over her shoulder. "What would our parents think if they saw us?" "They chances of them finding this site are probably ten million to one. It really is beautifully done. And it's also very HOT," he said, reaching over her shoulders and fondling her breasts. "Oh, yeah!" They tumbled onto their bed, ripping the clothes off each other. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ They were both a bit nervous when they entered the studio to make their video debut. The director, Carolyn Bright, a no-nonsense woman in her thirties greeted them warmly, putting them instantly at ease. "We prefer real couples, not actors or models, and we stress the natural; no silicone boobs, no piercings, no tattoos. Our videos stress emotion, passion, and love; lovemaking, not fucking. And the orgasms are real." The sets were simple, yet elegant, done completely in white. The only color in the videos was flesh. Their scenes were shot on a queen-sized bed, backlit by large windows located beside it. They hadn't realized the time and the effort put into an erotic video. The director was meticulous in just how she posed them. They used three cameras to capture the scenes from different angles, including extreme close-ups . It took a full eight hours to complete the shooting. They were exhausted by the time it was finished. It would take several days to finish the editing and the post-production work. They could hardly wait to see the end product. Early the next week, Fed-X delivered a DVD of the finished video. Nathan popped it into their DVD player and they snuggled up on the couch in front of the large flat screen TV. The video was shot in high-definition, and they were amazed at the clarity and the quality. In the opening scene, Colleen was seated at a vanity table with a tall cheval glass mirror, brushing her waist length golden hair. She was dressed in a simple white lace chemise, cut low in front so it showed her ample cleavage. The only makeup she wore was a touch of pale pink lip-gloss. Her full lips curved into a smile as Nathan came up behind her and took the brush from her hand. He was wearing white silk pajamas, the top opened halfway to his waist. He smiled at her image in the mirror; her deep blue eyes were focused on his image in the mirror. He used slow, long strokes as he brushed her hair, letting the shining strands drift between the fingers on his free hand. She let her head fall back, and he bent down toward her, letting his lips brush against hers. She reached behind his neck and pulled him to her, deepening the kiss. Her tongue snicked out and traced the outline of his lips. The camera zoomed in on their faces as their tongues danced with each other. He kissed his way down the curve of her neck and over her shoulders. Slipping down the straps on her chemise, he lowered the silky fabric down to her waist, revealing her full round breasts, jutting proudly forward through the veil of her hair. He tickled and teased her breasts with her soft shining locks. On the couch, Nathan pushed the pause button on the remote control, freezing the frame. "I love watching you on the screen. Are you as turned on as I am?" "Oh, yeah! I think we need to get naked to watch the rest of this." She stood and did a slow strip-tease for him. When he finally wiggled out of his pants, he was hard as a rock. Back on the screen, he helped her up to her feet, and pulled the chemise over her hips, letting it pool at her feet. Watching thrilled them. They could see both sides of themselves, the back view to the camera, highlighting her rounded, heart- shaped bottom, and the front reflected in the glass. "Wow, I've never seen my ass before." "You have a beautiful ass." "Yours isn't too shabby either," she said, noting his narrow hips and sculpted, muscular glutes. On the video, she slowly unbuttoned his silk pajama top, her hands caressing his chest, tweaking his nipples with her fingers. The cameraman took a close up of her hardened nipples, gliding over his chest. He began to fondle her breasts as the camera panned up to her face, capturing the depth of her blue eyes under lowered lashes. Her chest rose and fell as her breathing deepened, succumbing to her growing passion. He took her by the hand and led her to the bed that was ringed with white candles, lending a flickering glow to the ambience. The background music was Beethoven's "Piano Sonata No. 14 in C-sharp minor," better known as the "Moonlight Sonata." It was Nathan at the keyboard, playing an audition tape that he had made for Julliard. He lowered her gently onto the bed, her golden hair fanning out on the pillow beneath her head. Nathan hovered above her as his mouth dipped to find hers. The camera caught their eyes, locked on each other's. Her lips curved as she nipped his lower lip with her teeth. The photographer stayed locked in tight, as his mouth swooned over all the curves and contours of her chest. Her luscious breasts filled the screen, as his lips and his tongue found her nipples. They quivered as he lathed them, then drew them into his mouth, one at a time and suckled. Colleen and Nathan Bare It All Ch. 03 Her head fell back on the pillow, her back arched, and the camera caught her face full on as she climaxed, her lip caught between her teeth. They smiled at each other as he caught her face between his hands and showered her with kisses. Carolyn Bright, the director, moved onto the set. She had a particular way she wanted to pose Colleen for the next scene. She wanted it to look natural, but there had to be room for the camera to capture her essence. She had her turn sideways on the bed and placed a pillow under her hips, elevated one knee, and had her other leg dangle over the edge. Following Carolyn's direction, she caressed herself with her hands, running them over her mons, then massaging her puffy outer lips. She spread her lips wide apart, revealing her blushing pink center. She fingered her swollen minora, and then pulled them apart, letting the camera zoom in on her open vagina. Her fingers flew over the hood of her engorged clit as she masturbated. She slid the hood back, exposing the head of her throbbing clitoris. Her juices leaked out, making all her exposed parts shiny and wet. "Kiss my pussy, Nathan. Lick me. Suck me. Put your tongue deep in my cunt." He knelt on the floor between her legs, holding his head to one side so the camera could capture it all. He kissed. Licked. Sucked. Her sweet, musky scent and the accompanying taste overwhelmed his senses. "I love how you taste; I love how your pussy looks when you're about to come." Colleen, now squirming on the couch, pushed the pause button, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "God, Nathan, that is so HOT. My pussy is soaked." Without a word, he knelt on the floor between her legs and emulated what they saw on the screen. She had hit the play button and they couldn't tell whether it was the live Colleen or the Colleen on the screen that screamed in ecstasy when they came at the same time. The next scene put Colleen on top. The director used her hair as a prop, arranging it so it became a translucent screen, silhouetting her hanging breasts as she hovered over him. Her lips and her tongue left a wet trail down his torso, until they reached the waistband of his silk pajamas. His erection was standing out against the sleek silk, and she fondled it with her hands through the fabric. It was so smooth, so sensuous, the silk on flesh, his whole body quivered with the sensation. She slowly slid his pants down over his hips, exposing the silhouette of his penis and her tongue running up and down the underside of it, behind the soft screen of her hair. He rearranged her hair back over her shoulders, and the soft backlight from the windows illuminated his cock and her avaricious mouth working on it. Lifting his scrotum, she tongued the underside of his sac, then drew his balls gently into her mouth. The camera zoomed in again and showed a full-screen close-up, as the flat of her tongue laved his shaft, then flicked the pointed tip rapidly on the inverted V just under his crown. The editor cut back and forth from side view to front view, as she took the head into her mouth. Her big blue eyes were locked onto his as she made love to him with her sensuous mouth, lowering over his head, then coming up and let it pop out of her mouth before she took him in again. He began to moan over the sound of the background music. His hips began to buck, rising up as her mouth fell over him. His sac drew up and his cock began to pulse. In super slow motion, the screen showed his ejaculation. The hole at the tip of his cock opened ever so slowly, and a wave of semen slowly, slowly, boiled out and onto her waiting tongue. A loving smile spread over her face, as she swallowed every drop. "Time out!" Colleen exclaimed, shutting the video down for a moment. "I want to do you like that. I want to suck your beautiful cock." Nathan was in heaven. This woman, his woman, liked giving a blowjob as much as he liked receiving one. And she was sooo good at it. The reverse was also true; he loved eating her pussy. Back on the set, it was time for a lunch break. Besides, Carolyn wanted to give Nathan a chance to recover before their next scenes. "You kids are doing great. The camera loves both of you. Next, we're into some heavy-duty fuck scenes. Nathan, would you like some Viagra to help you along? Sometimes guys have trouble keeping it up." "No, thanks. All I need is Colleen. All I have to do is look at her and I get hard as a rock." "You two are so incredibly in love, it radiates all over the screen." "Oh, yeah!" they said in unison. For the next scenes, Carolyn wanted lots of foreplay, and lots of close-ups before they got into the real nitty-gritty. Their faces filled the screen as they kissed. Tongues did a little dance. Lips nibbled. Eyes wide open, looking at each other. His mouth moved over her breasts. Slowly. Tenderly. His tip of his tongue traced lazy circles around her hardened nipple. He moved his body up hers, took his penis in his hand and ran the head over her nipples. Tickling. Teasing. Tormenting her. His hard-on found the valley between her breasts. She used her hands to squeeze them together, trapping his cock in between them. Her fingers fondled her swollen nipples as he titty-fucked her. The camera zoomed in and showed the tip of her tongue teasing the hole on the top of his crown. He slipped back down her body until his head was between her legs, that were spread wide so the camera wouldn't miss any details. His lips moved along her upper thigh, over her mound, and down the other side. He licked the creases between her puffy out lips and her thighs, then ran his tongue up and down her slit, tickling the minora that were peeking out. Spreading her pussy apart with his fingers, he plunged his tongue into her gaping hole and ran it around and around the walls of her vagina. His lips nipped her clit, grasping the corona and pulling it out to its full length. The close-up lens showed it throbbing with the beat of her pulse. As he licked and sucked, her hips began to undulate rhythmically against the pressure from his mouth. The camera panned up to her face. Her head rolled back and forth on the pillow, her chest was heaving, her hands fisted the sheets. A moan escaped from her throat, and she shouted out his name. "Oh, God. Nathan! Nathan! Oh, God, Nathan, you turn me inside out." Still in the throes of orgasm, she took his erection in her hand, rubbed the bulbous head back and forth over her swollen clit, and slowly pulled it between her lips. Slowly, slowly, he slipped inside of her, her vagina opening, then stretching to accommodate his cock. Cradling her face in his hands, he brought his lips to hers and kissed her passionately. As his penis slid into her, his tongue probed deep into her mouth in perfect synchronicity. The camera caught his hard cock cradled between her labia, the inner lips curling under and sinking into her vagina, only to reappear on his upstroke. From the rear, the muscles in his ass flexed and relaxed as he drove into her; his balls hung slow, swinging and slapping into her. Their eyes locked and held on each other. They switched positions and she straddled him. She thrust her pelvis forward and used her hands to spread herself open. The camera zoomed in on her rose petal labia and her erect clit that had emerged full length from its protective hood. Slowly, slowly, she lowered herself on his hard, throbbing cock. Colleen paused the video again. "I want to feel you inside me while we watch the rest of this." She moved in front of him and, with her back toward him, spread her legs and settled onto his lap, gripping him with her velvet glove. "Ooh!" she gasped, as she came instantly. On the screen, Colleen threw her head back and arched her back, lifting her full breasts. His hands cradled them, thumbs skimming over her nipples. She rode him, up and down, up and down, hard and fast. Nathan's eyes focused on her bounding breasts. She reached behind her and gently cupped his balls in her hand. Gripping him tightly with her vaginal muscles, she lowered herself all the way down on him. She rocked herself back and forth, sliding her hard clit against his shaven pubic bone. She mewled as she approached another peak. As it came over her, she rose up and let his cock slide out of her. The camera caught her open cunt spasming as she squirted a river of clear fluid over his groin. He pulled her body up his, buried his face between her legs and licked her clean. She knelt on all fours as he approached her from behind. Her fat pussy lips stuck out, her blood filled clit peeking out between them. He spread them apart and the camera zoomed inside her, her vagina framed by the glossy wet minora. He placed the tip of his cock at her entrance, then slid slowly into her, her opening stretching to accommodate his crown and the girth of his shaft. Grasping her hips, he pulled her back and forth in a rocking motion as he fucked her deeply, her hanging breasts swinging rhythmically. He loved the feeling of her soft round ass cheeks pressing into his groin. Pulling all the way out of her pussy, he paused before entering her again, watching as her love hole stayed spread open waiting for him. In the final scene, they each lay on their side, Nathan taking a position behind her. In a slightly unnatural pose, he held her leg up high so the camera could get in close. The blood-filled veins stood out on his shaft as it glistened, covered with her wetness. His finger pressed her clit against the underside of his cock, the friction driving her to yet one more shuddering orgasm. A feral growl rose in his throat as he pumped rapidly into her, then abruptly rolled her on to her back and rose up on her body. She stroked him faster, then faster, the slow motion capturing his ejaculation, as his penis pulsed and squirted, pulsed an squirted his emissions over her hardened nipple. Spent, satiated, he lay on top of her and kissed her gently. "I love you, Colleen." "I love you, Nathan." Fade to black. "That is just so beautiful. I love watching us make love. I love watching your body, and mine, too. Does that make me vain?" "No, it doesn't make you vain. You are beautiful, every part of you." "Do you like watching as much as I do?" "Oh, yeah!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The ten million-to-one odds Nathan had bet Colleen were knocked into a cocked hat, because his mother, Betty, had given his dad a subscription to Erotic-Art.com for his birthday. Bob, in his study, had just booted up his computer and settled in for an evening's entertainment. He poured himself three fingers of Scotch, sat back in his chair, and clicked on the newest video release. About thirty seconds into the opening scene, he did a double-take. Holy shit! "Betty!" he shouted down the stairs, "come up here, you've gotta see this." "Oh. My. God." "Watching this is almost like incest." "Incest is okay, as long as you keep it in the family." "I'm going to call Mary. She needs to see this, too." Bob and Betty and Colleen's mother, Mary, had a very interesting relationship. Colleen and Nathan had decided to come home for Thanksgiving. They hadn't told their parents beforehand, but decided to surprise them. When they entered the house through the front door, all the lights were out, except for a glow coming from the living room. They heard the strains of "Moonlight Sonata" in the background. Nathan recognized it as his own work, but hadn't remembered giving them a tape of it. As they were about to enter the room, he came to an abrupt stop. Both of their jaws dropped and their eyes bugged out. They stood, hidden in the shadows, watching the scene in front of them. There, on the big screen TV, was their erotic video. But it was the scene on the couch that had taken their breath away. All three of their parents were stark naked. Betty and Mary were on their knees, both licking Bob's giant erection. They slurped up the sides of his shaft, and when their tongues reached his crown, they tangled with each other's, then their lips locked into a deep, passionate kiss. Bob's hands worked over their breasts, with one woman's tit in each hand. The women stood up and embraced each other, Mary's elongated breasts mashed together with Betty's huge round ones. They took turns fondling and sucking each other, while Bob watched, his engorged penis in his hand. Each woman thrust a leg between those of the other, their hips undulating as they tribbed against each other. Betty sprawled out of the soft carpet, raised her knees, and spread her pussy lips wide apart. Nathan was stunned that he was looking straight into his mother's cunt, but that didn't stop him from sporting a monstrous hard-on. Likewise, Colleen's panties were wet. Mary lowered her face into her neighbor's pussy and began to lick, her ass pointing in the air. Bob moved behind her, slipped his cock inside her and began to fuck like a bunny. Colleen and Nathan were suddenly struck by the irony of what they were seeing. Here they were, watching their parents watch their children. Although they maintained their absolute silence, Colleen took her finger and traced out her thoughts in block letters on Nathan's back: "O-H M-Y G-O-D!"