0 comments/ 65484 views/ 4 favorites The Naked Stipulation By: macbuzz An Introduction of Sorts My name is Richard but people generally called me DK. The summer I graduated college, my family went camping in Maine and since I had nothing else to do prior to the start of a job in New York I decide to tag along. The campground my family frequented was on the shores of Long Lake so we often brought a canoe. A few days after our arrival, my father decided we would take a trip down a tributary river of Long Lake and then back to the campground. He thought a four hours trip would be fun, as well as, allow some time to catch up. Consulting a map we ported the canoe by car to a spot on the river we believed gave us a good starting point and my mother drove the car back to await our arrival in camp. Unfortunately, we overestimated the distance and our abilities and many times found ourselves unable to control the canoe in the modest rapids. This forced us out of the canoe to guide it through the difficult stretches. Even though it was August and the temperature in the 80’s, the water was cold and our clothes soaked through. After the first time in the water, we were cold and shivering and after the second time my father decided it was more sensible to remove our clothes, leaving only our sandals. Our clothes dried in the canoe and we warmed up faster by being naked. Since we had paddled for three hours and did not seeing any sign of life along the river, my father considered canoeing naked a small risk. Little did he know our naked expedition was exhilarating and just the thing I needed. College had been an eye opening experience and more that one party escalated into a wild “no clothes allowed party”. At college I discover how turned on I was by nudity and exhibitionism. In my family, nudity was a completely foreign state, so it was highly unusual to see my father sitting in the back of the canoe with his dick dangling between his legs. Even after camping for eight years there never was a time I saw any member of my family with out clothes. They all seemed to have a hang-up about nakedness. I on the other hand would have gladly walked around all summer with out clothes. After fourth hour of paddling we began wondering if we put in at the wrong spot. The current section of river was long, straight and quiet but bent around to the left about 100 yards beyond. On either side was thick foliage so you couldn’t see more than a few feet up the bank. There were no sounds except birds along the shore and as we approached the river bend we were about to drift into my first “natural” experience with erotic nudity. As we turned the corner I saw about fifteen naked girls sunning themselves on the shore to my left and a few more playing in the water directly ahead. All around me were firm, ripe naked girls. From our respective viewpoint we both appeared out of nowhere and for a few moments we each could only look in awe and wonder. They were naked; we were naked. Right then, I wished my father wasn’t in the canoe because I desperately wanted to jump out and stay right here with these naked nymphs. There were girls sitting, others laying in the sun and at the edge of the water a few girls stood up to their knees. One image that was burned into my mind was a girl, about my age, standing in a canoe directly in our path. She had large firm, fresh, breasts, untouched by age, with pink areolas and protruding nipples. The sun played on her body so I could see the water glistening off her skin. She had long, thick, dark hair that fell to her waist and was matted wet to her back. I particularly remember the beautiful triangle of dark hair between her legs. I felt if I gazed there too long the darkness would pull me right in. She was an angel floating on the water’s surface. It was obvious our sudden appearance confused her as her eyes searched for something to cover herself with. It occurred to ME to just in the waster but it never occurred to this naked angel. She looked down in the canoe hoping she brought clothes or a towel and finding none she froze, transfixed, as our canoe glided closer and closer. It seemed like hours when our eyes met and then suddenly she seemed to release herself to me. Our eyes studied each other's body, memorizing what we found. I drank deeply of her nakedness and found it more than my fill. I saw the beauty of her eyes; her lips the subtle curve of her throat her breasts, stomach and deep into the living well of her pussy. Her eroticism was like nothing I had ever experienced or would ever in the same way. I hoped to dwell forever upon her flesh. I now knew desire and tried desperately to fill a reserve in me in hopes her nakedness would sustain me. At that moment, I experienced the soul of this naked beauty and it changed me forever. I was shocked into the moment when my father warned all we were coming through. The angel in the canoe could only stand and watch as we drifted by. Our bond was broken. It didn't even occur to me for several minutes afterwards that I was naked during our visual communion but upon reflection I hoped I left something of myself with her. Today, nothing looks more natural and beautiful to me than a naked woman standing in the water. That early erotic experience shaped my readiness to accept the events yet to come in my life. Chapter 1 Few events shook me, as did the experience on the river until I moved to San Francisco. It was the most crucial decision I made in my short 27-year life and it resulted in the happiest period of my life but I could scarcely know the impact it would have on me. They were five years I couldn’t forget and then it abruptly ended. Three years later I am married and trying to recapture the wonder and feelings of discovery and exhilaration I experience in those happy days with Jules, Laurie and Jen. Today, my wife and I enjoy our circle of friends and live by beliefs built on the foundation of those five years. Some nights I wake and stumble towards the bathroom half expecting to find Laurie wiggling her sweet naked ass in the hallway. Then I realize it will never happen again. It began with a newspaper ad. I was looking for an apartment or condo to rent after moving to San Francisco from New York. I just moved to the city and didn’t know anyone so I thought sharing an apartment would give me the chance to more easily meet people. I noticed an advertisement in the Sunday paper, which read. “Lovely four bedroom condo near downtown. Looking for one male to share in the rent. Interview required. First and last months rents deposit. $1200/mth.” Since I had a job near Pier 39, it seemed like it might be what I was looking for. Four bedrooms would also mean that the condo had plenty of space. I called the number listed and made arrangements for an interview. I knew I would want to meet anyone I was going to live with so I thought nothing of having to interview. The address was downtown near the SF Opera and I assumed it would be a coffeehouse or some public space. It was scheduled for Friday at 4:00pm so I would need to leave work early. Arriving at the address, I was surprised to find it was a law office, one J.W. Whitley, Esq. I was not expecting a formal interview. From the lobby placard, I located the office on the seventh floor of one of the older more distinguished marble faced buildings in the area. Arriving at the office I opened the door and found six guys in the waiting lobby. With this many guys already there, I had this urge to leave. Several of the other guys were dressed in gray suits and looked like they worked in the financial district. I was certainly not going to complete with their ability to pay the rent. Nonetheless, I sat down since I already took the time off from work. At four-thirty, I asked the receptionist how long I would have to wait for my appointment. She told me about twenty minutes but then there were still five other guys ahead of me and I could see how it would be just twenty minutes. The door to the offices opened and a gentleman walked out shaking his head. “Mr. McGrath, a woman called out.” One of the guys waiting got up and went in through the office door. I sat down thinking I wasn’t going to get out of here till at least 6:30pm. Over the next half hour the same scene repeated itself five more times. The door to the office would open and out would walk a guy shaking his head and a new name would be called. It was 4:45pm when the last guy exited saying as he walked past me, “ Good luck pal, I don’t know what this is all about or what they are looking for but maybe you’ll have more luck.” The office door opened and the receptionist said, “Well, I suppose your Mr. Seaman. That’s funny, she said. Do you get kidded about your name?” “All the time,” I said. “Must be a real problem,” she replied. “Only if your me,” I said. She giggled. I was shown to an office and introduced to Mr. Whitley, Esq. “Mr. Seaman, nice to meet you,” said Whitley. I sat in the leather chair in front of his desk. “Let me get right to the point. You have responded to an ad offering to let a room in a four bedroom condominium, have you not?” “Yes,” I responded. “Good, very good! I must ascertain that you have responded to this ad of your own free will. Your interest in responding to this ad was to share in the rent of a four bedroom condominium near or about the vicinity of downtown San Francisco is that correct?” “Yes, it is,” I responded. “Good, well then… Tell me about yourself, Mr. Seaman,” Whitley asked? “Well, I am 27 years old. I majored in Art History when I attended Colombia University and then later received a MBA from the same school. I originally grew up in Vermont but after college and my first job I moved here from New York to run an art gallery near Pier 39 for the company I was employed with in New York. While I could afford my own condo, since I do make a reasonable salary, I really prefer living with other people. It is more fun meeting people and it isn’t as lonely. Particularly, if you are new to a city. I guess you could say I’m a sociable person.” “Are you dating anyone, he asked? I am assuming you are not married.” “No, not married and not dating right now,” I replied. “Good. Let me ask you Mr. Seaman have you ever shared an apartment before?” “Yes, when I lived in New York,” I said. “That is fine, Whitley said. I am sure that you will be able to provide references if request?” “Sure,” I said. Then he leaned back in his chair and looked over some papers he held in his hands. “Have you ever been arrested, Mr. Seaman?” “No, I haven’t,” I responded. “I can very easily check on that, Mr. Seaman,” Whitley replied. “No, no arrests,” I repeated. “Good.” Then he hesitated before proceeding. “Do you like women, Mr. Seaman, sexually I mean,” he asked? “What,” I asked? “It is a simple question, Mr. Seaman. I am interested to know if you sexual preference is for woman,” Whitley repeated? Giving him a questioning stare, I responded, “Yes, I like woman…sexually.” “That is fine,” he said. “Mr. Seaman, do you wear pajamas or other items when you retire to bed,” he asked? “Mr. Whitley, I don’t want to seem uncooperative but what does this have to do with renting an apartment?” I asked. “Please, Mr. Seaman I am a very busy man. I have been required by my client to ask these questions. Your cooperation is needed to speed up this process. I know the questions seem rather…. personal but I assure you they are very important to the selection process. Might you please just confine yourself to responding to the questions asked? If you are selected there will be plenty of time for YOUR questions.” I set aside my curiosity and feeling of intrusion for the time and answered the questions. “Well, I said it depends on the situation but generally I don’t, if you must know.” “Yes, Mr. Seaman I…must know. Now, where was I? Yes, are you willing to share equally in the work required to keep the condo clean, stocked and in good condition?” “Of course, isn’t that assumed,” I asked? “You would be surprised, Mr. Seaman what some people think are their responsibilities when they are involved in a multi-tenant situation. “Would you feel put upon if you were required to take care of cleaning and shopping for the condo if it was requested of you,” Mr. Whitley asked? “I suppose I could do that if it was needed,” I said. “So long as others were helping in other ways.” “Very good. It is nice to hear that you are flexible. “Well, Mr. Seaman let me explain that you will be evaluated by my client for your suitability as a roommate along with the other candidates. Let me tell you that you are the leading candidate from my own perspective but you never know what clients will do. I will be recommending yourself and two other candidates to the client and it will be there decision to select from the three candidates.” “When might I know,” I asked? “I should say that you would be contacted on Tuesday of next week if you are acceptable to the client. You will receive a phone call by the end of the business day. Please leave the best number to reach you with my secretary prior to leaving. Also, would you leave references regarding your prior rentals in New York?” “Fine,” I said. “There is one more important thing, Mr. Seaman.” “Yes,” I said wondering why this simple search for a condo had turned into such a cloak and dagger affair. “If you are contacted on Tuesday, you must be available for a follow up interview with the client on Wednesday at 5pm sharp. Will that present a problem,” he asked? “Well, I had planned to meet with one of our exhibiting artists for dinner that evening.” “I’m afraid that this is essential. If you are not available, please let me know now so we can eliminate you from consideration for the condo. Also, you will be required to pay $100 as evidence of serious consideration on your part. If you are not selected the deposit will be returned or after the Wednesday meeting you choose not to go forward the $100 will be kept by me for services rendered.” “Man, I didn’t get this much pressure even during job interviews. I guess I could rearrange some things, I said. And I suppose if it is only $100 then I can live with that but this is more that I have had to do for ANY apartment even in New York.” “Mr. Seaman, I am sure you will agree that if you are finally approved this meeting may well change your life,” said Whitley. Change my life; I thought it was only a damn apartment. I left my references and phone number with the receptionist on the way out, who also wanted a photograph of me. I told her I didn’t have one so she snapped a shot with a digital camera. “It’s for the records,” she said. “You guys are sure thorough for just a apartment,” I said under my breath. “Why Mr. Seaman, didn’t you know it’s so much more than just an apartment.” The Naked Stipulation Ch. 02 “So much more than just an apartment” I couldn’t get those words out of my mind all weekend. What in the world did she mean? All I wanted to do was rent an apartment. How could it be anything more than that? Maybe it was in a really great section of town or the building was fabulous. The paper said that the rent was $1200 so it couldn’t be a dump but it also wasn’t going to be Park Avenue either. The weekend dragged slowly while I waited for Tuesday. I occupied my time discovering the city and searching the downtown in hopes I might run across an “apartment for rent” sign. Maybe if I stumbled on the apartment I could find out what the fuss was about. It was a long shot since anyone who would hire a lawyer to interview roommates probably wouldn’t advertise on the street. Tuesday came but the phone call didn’t. I kept my cell phone with me all day but no call. At 4:57pm, the phone rang but it was my sister back in New Haven. I hustled her off the phone so the line wouldn’t be busy. When I hung up the phone rang again. It was Mr. Whitley! “Mr. Seaman.” “Yes, Mr. Whitley.” “Mr. Seaman, my client would like to meet with you tomorrow as discussed.” “Fine, Mr. Whitley. That would be fine. Trying not to seem too anxious. I would happy to meet with your client but I would like to know a little more about this situation.” “I’m sorry Mr. Seaman that is quite impossible. You must meet my client tomorrow at 5 pm no questions asked or I will have to move to our second choice. We have no interest in doing that unless you are unable to abide by my client’s requirements. Can we expect you at 5pm?” At this point my curiosity was peaked so I couldn’t say no. “Yes, of course I’ll be there at 5,” I said. “Good…very good Mr. Seaman. I’ll see you then.” The phone clicked off. I had rearranged my dinner with Joe Dobbs; the artist but my mind was so preoccupied I could even concentrate. The next day passed quickly a review of the gallery’s on-hand portfolio and plans for Dobbs’ new exhibit. I left the gallery at 4:15 pm allowing plenty of time to reach Whitley’s office. At 4:50 pm I was asked to wait in the receiving room. At 4:58pm, I was asked into Mr. Whitley’s office. “Good to see you again, Mr. Seaman” “Likewise,” I said. “My client is in the conference room where the two of you will meet.” I was quite nervous for some reason and asked for a glass of water. “You will discuss the terms and conditions of your room rental in my client’s condo. There are two other roommates in addition to my client that live in the condo. If all parties choose to go forward with the rental you will sign an agreement and lease. If not, then, you will have no further obligation.” Mr. Whitley led me to the conference room next to his office. I was stunned to see the client was a woman. I just assumed it was guys being careful about whom they accepted as a roommate. The woman was not in my thinking and I apparently registered shock when I saw her. “You’re surprised to see me,” the woman asked? “Yes…. I mean I wasn’t expecting a woman, I said. I thought that the ad for a male roommates meant that the other occupants were male.” “Does that bother you,” she asked? “No…. a no… it doesn’t. It’s just I assumed…well… no one said anything to make me think otherwise,” I responded. Mr. Whitley overlooked my discomfort and made introductions. “Mr. Seaman, this is Miss Jules Danvers. Miss Danvers, I would like to introduce Mr. Richard Seaman.” “Mr. Seaman it is a pleasure to me you,” Jules said. “My pleasure, Miss Danvers,” I answered. “Well, I will leave you two to discuss arrangement,” and Mr. J. W. Whitley left the room. “Please sit down Mr. Seaman. May I call you Richard or Dick,” asked Jules Danvers. “Thank you. Rick or DK to my friends.” I said. “DK,” she asked? “Kevin. It’s my middle name and my best friend, when I was growing up, always called me DK and it stuck.” “Fine DK. Well, as you know I have selected you with the help of Mr. Whitley as the most likely candidate to round out the living arrangements. I own a four-bedroom condominium near the downtown. There is ample living area since it has 5000 sq ft. of space, which is very comfortable. You would rent one of the bedrooms and have full use of all other space with the exception of the other bedrooms. There is also a storage area in the basement and a patio deck on the roof. We are near transportation and nice little market and set back from the street so the building is quiet. How does it sound so far?” “Wow, just great. More than I was hoping for. And the rent is only $1200 per month, I asked? “Oh, that. The paper did misprint the rent,” she said. “Okay, I knew there was a catch. What is it $1800? $2000? “No, no nothing like that. The newspaper should have printed $1250.” “$1250. Oh, that’s great,” I said. “Before we go any further, there are several things you need to know and agree to Mr. Seaman. Then you must do something for me.” Like a good saleswoman, Mr. Danvers had peeked my interest and the cloak and dagger stuff left me dying to find out what was so special about this damn condo that they would arrange this elaborate interview process. “Okay,” I said. “Mr. Seaman, there are three woman living in this condo, including myself. You will be the only man but that is by our choice. We all have a particular pleasure we share and our fourth roommate must agree to the same stipulation. “When we are at home we are nude all times. You must do the same. Whether morning or evening, the stipulation is that you must never wear clothes. You are allowed a grace period for the time when you leave or return home and one incident in which you forget otherwise you must accept our conditions if you are going to live with us.” “Additionally, you will also be required to comply with any request any roommate makes of you no matter how personal. You on the other hand are not allow to make requests of the other roommates until you have lived with us for a period of one year. You might say the first year you are on probation. What are your thoughts thus far,” Jules asked? “Miss Danvers, this arrangement is, at the very least, unique. I guess any guy would jump at the chance to live with three naked women but what is the catch? There has got to be a catch. Are you ladies lovers or something like that,” I asked? “No we are not lovers and we don’t have sex with each other. At the moment Laurie has a boyfriend but then Jen and myself don’t. That is not why we have inviting you to join us. Frankly, Mr. Seaman we all enjoy erotic nudity and to have a man in our midst is a exciting pleasure but don’t get the idea this is one big orgy. There is no sex unless it happens one of us become involved with you in a relationship. There may be the odd occasional tasks that on the surface might be interpret as sexual but they are purely part of your responsibilities as a roommate. We ALL have them from time to time,” said Jules. “I guess I’m not clear, I asked, what do you mean task?” “Yes, how can I explain this? Jules paused and thought. While you are our roommate you are expected to do favors for the other roommates. We have found that this cements our relationship and eases the tensions, which DO build up from living together naked. Doing favors for each other helps to build a closeness that is need for our living arrangement. The favors might be as simple as doing someone’s laundry or cooking dinner when it is not your turn. It also might be of a more personal nature.” She stopped and thought for a moment and I could see she was holding information back. “Well that seems easy enough,” I said. “Yes, but sometimes say Jen, might ask that you to douche her, shave her legs or clean her blood soiled panties. Are you just as eager?” Okay, that might be different. I could see that we were just hitting the tip of the iceberg. Were they going to expect me to take care of their every personal hygienic need or were just trying to break me in? I thought for a moment. That condo did sound great and I myself loved nudity. I had to admit that spending my days with three naked women would be a real nice bonus. I knew I could put up with a few “favors”. How bad could it be? “Let me get this straight. You and the other woman are naked the entire time you are home,” I asked? “That is correct,” she said. “And you expect me to do the same.” “Right” “In addition I have to perform favors for anyone who asks,” I asked? “Correct, again,” she said. I thought for a moment then realized this woman was offering me a deal I could not refuse. What guy would pass this opportunity up? Not me. This wasn’t just another apartment. It was a cookie jar filled with homemade cookies. “Miss Danvers, I would be very pleased to rent your room,” I said. “That is wonderful DK, she said now we just have one more thing to do.” “Yes,” I asked? “I would like you to remove your clothes, here in the office. Then I will be taking some Polaroids of you. They will be shown to Jen and Laurie and if they are in agreement, you will be invited to join us. In either case the photos will be returned to you. So if you wouldn’t mind taking you clothes off.” Well this was it. If I went ahead with the Polaroids there was no turning back and if I didn’t I might be making the biggest mistake of my life. How many guys have the opportunity to live with three women who are naked 24 hours a day? I stood up to undress. Shirt, pants and boxers came off. I was glad I wore my Van Gogh boxers since it added a touch of humor to the moment. Jules laughed under her breath when she saw them and quickly snapped some pictures. When I dropped these I knew she was pleased. My cock cooperated and hung to its full length. No shrinkage factor here. I had a thick matte of brown hair between my legs and I was moderately hairy on my chest and legs and arms but fortunately none on my back. She snapped a few shots. “Now, DK if you wouldn’t mind I need you to make you dick hard. You can’t blame the girls for wanting to see everything that might be hanging around the house,” Jules said. I felt a little self-conscience but began stroking my cock. Standing in the middle of the conference room with a clothed woman I got very little cooperation from my dick. After a minute or two, Jules asked, “would you like some help?” I nodded my head and she came over from behind the table. She ran her fingernails up and down the length of my dick and a shudder ran down my spine. Then she tickled my balls with her fingernails while she looked me in the eyes. They were deep brown and beautiful. She stepped back and quickly to two or three pictures of my now erect cock. “Looks good, she said. That will do fine.” She snapped a few more shots of me from my waist up, my face and a full torso and a few of my ass and then thanked me. My cock was still hard as I slid my boxers on. I dressed and Jules slid papers in front of me while the pictures developed. “DK please read this when you get home. I will call this evening and let you know our decision. If the answer is yes then you need to sign the papers and return them with first and last months rent. If you choose not to proceed then we have no further business and the Polaroids will be mailed back. Agreed?” “Agreed,” I replied. “Good, it has been a pleasure to meet you DK. I hope to see you again.” Jules Danvers shook my hand. This time I felt the softness of her hand and, no longer nervous, I realized that she was an extremely pretty woman. She was about 5’8” with a curvy figure; her breasts were clearly large but not too large with nice full hips. She was firm yet soft. Her perfume was lemony and pleasant and her shoulder length auburn hair framed her face perfectly. I left the office and thought about the option I had before me. I could start over and look for another condo or if given the opportunity join one of the most unique situations I had ever been presented. What would my friend think? What would my friends give to be in my position? Frankly, all my friends were back in New York. It might preclude me from having a girlfriend. What girlfriend would understand this kind of situation? I knew I would kick myself for the rest of my life if I gave up on this opportunity. I would have to risk the consequence and sign on if asked. I had dinner at a local pub near the gallery and returned to my temporary home at the motel. There was a message on the answering machine. It was from Jules and basically she said the other girls agreed I should be invited to join their “arrangement”. It was up to me now. I sat down to read the contract and poured myself a beer. The first three pages were standard rental agreement language. It was the final paragraph on the last page that caused me to pause. It basically said that if a majority of the tenants of the condo agreed one tenant was not acting in the best interests of the group the tenant agrees to be subject to any and all disciplinary action determined by the majority. Essentially, I was agreeing to allow anything to be done to me so long as the majority agreed. Right now I had no allies in the condo and it would take some time to develop those alliances. On the other hand the roommates had gone to considerable time, effort and money to reach the point of offering me the room. They had just as much at stake as me. At least for the first couple of months they would be interested in making me feel at home…at least I hoped they would. I finished my beer and reread the contract. I signed it without thinking further. I knew I was taking a risk but I liked Jules. I mailed the contract back the next morning on the way to the Gallery. Several days elapsed before I heard from Jules. She said everyone was thrilled I decided to join the group and they would be glad to help me move in. I told them I had already made arrangements to have some of my things moved to storage and others delivered to the condo on Friday between 1 and 5pm. The moving company couldn’t give me more precise timing. Jules told me that was fine, someone would be there and the movers would be directed to my room. I thanked Jules and said I was really looked forward living there. She told me that I should plan on going out to dinner Friday so everyone could get to know each other. I was hoping to stay at home that night, unpack and see what all the fuss was about. I agreed non-the less because I didn’t want to seem uninterested in getting to know the women. Later, I thought it was a better idea to meet everyone under conditions where nudity wasn’t a factor. While I was not uncomfortable with the idea of living with three naked women I must confess that I was concerned about problems that may arise, so to speak. What happened if I couldn’t keep my member under control and walked around the condo in a constant state of erection? What would the women think? This was a common occurrence at the naked parties I went to. Would the women just get tired of it and throw me out on my ass? Suddenly, Pi Beta Phi flashed into my head and I immediately felt the familiar fullness of an erection growing. It was my third year at University and my roommate and best buddy, Phil met two girls at the Ratskellar, the off campus pub, from Pi Beta Phi. He was loaded when he got back to the dorm but sober enough to tell me about the girls he met. If I was to believe Phil, the Pi Beta Phi threw secret parties every couple of months and you could only get in by invitation from a PBP girl. Phil told me that the whole sorority attended but only about ten to twenty guys were invited. “Get this, Phil said, the best part is it’s a naked party.” The Naked Stipulation Ch. 03 “Naked parties, no shit,” I exclaimed. “Wait a minute, Phil are you shitting me?” “No, DK, he said. Swear to God. That is what they said. I may be shitfaced but I am not so drunk I can’t understand the words, naked party. A naked party, we’re invited to a naked party, DK! The last time PBP Sorority had one it was a farm animal naked party. You had to come as your favorite naked farm animal. I heard a couple of the Sorority sisters came as sheep just to get screwed in the ass. Four of them were line up in a row getting butt fucked in front of everyone. The theme this time is Beach Blanket Naked Bingo. You come as someone from that movie.” Phil passed out after that but kept mumbling about getting naked with the Pi Beta Phi girls. The party was two weeks away on Saturday. I decided to go as Steve Gordon the guy who dated Debra Walley. I figured anyone who wanted to screw Gidget’s brains couldn’t half bad. For our costume, Phil and I decided to cut all the material out of a bathing suit except the seams. It was January so it was cold. Phil and I wore boots, long wool jacket and our costumes and hoped for the best. We arrived at the Pi Beta Phi Sorority house around 9:30 pm and rang the front door. The intercom crackled. The girls on the other end asked; “whom we were here to meet?” Phil responded, “Deb”. The front door opened and we were told us to put our coats on the living room couch and go downstairs. With our coats off we were left with our very creative costumes. Downstairs, the basement of the house was decorated with beach related stuff. There was a blow up kiddy pool filled with water in one corner, the floor was spread with sand and there was a large picture of the sun with a hot lamp in the middle of it. Beach ball, beach chairs, coolers and anything else you might think of. There even was a sand castle built in the middle of the room. About five other guys arrived before us dressed in bathing suits or Speedos but no one else was naked. The girls were in various 1950 style bathing suits and their hair was made up just like Annette Funachello. As the only ones naked, we got a few smiles but for the most part everyone acted naturally although the girls in the basement warmly greeted us and made sure to comment on our costume. We went over to get some beers from the bar. “What the hell is going on, Phil? I thought this was a naked party,” I asked? “It is…. Well it was suppose to be…. that’s what Deb said,” Phil pleaded. “You sure you weren’t just told it a naked party for a laugh,” I asked angrily? “By the way, is Deb here? Can you find out what is going on,” I asked? “No, I don’t see her. Wait a minute there she is.” Phil pointed toward a brunette coming down the stairs with five or six other girls in 1950’s suits. They quickly mingled with the others party guests. Phil and I went over to Deb. “Hi, Deb, Phil said.” “Hey, Phil glad you could make it. She kissed him on the cheek. Who’s this guy,” she asked? “This is DK,” Phil said. “DK, yeah you have a nice dick,” Deb said with a smirk looking at my penis. “What gives, Deb I thought you said this would be a naked party? Clearly, we came dressed or undressed for the occasion,” said Phil. “Don’t worry Phil, I’m not fucking with you. Things take time to warmed up a little. The sisters haven’t had time to have a few beers yet and besides, Suzie hasn’t come down to the party.” Deb said. “What’s so special about Suzie,” I asked. “She is the Sorority President and always kicks off the party, Deb said. “It was her idea to have these parties.” We had another beer and by 10:15 the party was livelier. The music played and everyone was having a good time dancing and talking. It looked like the whole Sorority was in the basement with just ten or twelve guys. Fortunately, some of the later guys had the same idea as us and came with minimal clothes. Then I noticed a gorgeous brown haired girl descending the stairs. She was tall, had a great figure with striking thin facial features. Some of the girls crowded around her. This must be Suzie, thought. She spoke a few minutes with some girls and then drifted over to get a beer. I filled a mug and gave it to her. She thanked me and said, “You look kind of lonely? Aren’t you having fun?” “What do you mean,” I asked? “You look lonely, all naked by yourself, she said. Hi, I’m Suzie, who are you?” “DK, my name is DK,” I said. “Let’s see about making you a little less lonely, she said” Suzie blew a police whistle and someone turned the music off. Everyone stopped dancing and talking and turned to see what was happening. “Okay, welcome to Pi Beta Phi’s Beach Blanket Naked Bingo. All the girls cheered and clapped. Right now I want to see all the guys over by the swimming pool.” The guys slowly shifted themselves toward the kiddy pool and I followed. “Okay guys, this is why you were invited, Suzie said. I want to see everyone remove your bathing suits. The two creative guys, DK and that other guy don’t have to remove anything. You guys were nice enough to give us a merchandise preview for most of the night (there was applause) so come see me later for a reward.” By this time all the guys had wiggled out of their suits and were standing around the pools completely naked. At a naked party, you don’t have to tell a guy a second time to get naked. Frankly, it’s our pleasure. Once everyone stripped out of the suits, the girls applauded and a few of the guys took bows. “Okay girls, you are free to go inspect but guys you keep your hands to yourself, Suzie said. In fact, guys, hands up in the air. Anyone drops their hands and there will be no return invitations.” All the girls ran over and found a guy. One cute, skinny redhead with smallish boobs and milky white skin stood in front of me in a lipstick, red bikini. She got real close and kissed me on the lips then grabbed my dick and balls in her hand. She massaged for a few seconds then squeezed my package till I thought my eyes would pop out. She pulled, tugged and dug her nails into my meat until I hoped she wouldn’t pull my dick out by the roots. All the time she was kissing me with her tongue probing my mouth. This girl was a real sadist…I think I’m in love. I was thinking of asking her if she wanted to spank my butt raw after the dance just for laughs. All the guys were squirming in pain but it only lasted a few seconds. The sisters laughed afterwards, jumping up and down like they had just won the home game. I guess no pain no gain. When the applause and laughter had subsided, Suzie called to all the sisters “All right girls time to show ‘em your bingos”. Each and every girl in the room stripped off their suits. It was amazing. Twenty or thirty naked girls, though a few kept on micro thongs. It was a dream comes true. The music cranked up again and everyone jumped onto the floor to start dancing. I have to admit it was pretty exciting to see all those bingos and dicks bouncing around. One guy jumped up on a chair and starts rotating his hips so his dick was spinning in a circle like a propeller. He yelled out “Hey, I’m doing the helicopter.” Everyone broke up, laughing. Next a Sorority girl with really large boobs stood up on the chair beside him yelling, “Contact!” She gyrated her body so her boobs spun round and round. I have seen some strippers doing the same thing but this was the sexiest thing I ever saw. Her boobs extended out as she spun them round and round. I wished I could have buried my face between those tits. Finally, some guy picked her up and did exactly that and she ended back down on the floor dancing in the middle of the crowd. One of the girls called out “Lunch” and everyone on the dance floor presses together just like they were in a sandwich. The idea was to get as much physical contact as possible and move around “spreading” yourself over everyone in the sandwich. This one was too good to miss so I joined in. Even though I felt up some great looking girls and my erection grew harder than I ever remember, I kept flashing back to the girl I had just seen spinning her tits. This went on for about ten minutes till everyone on the floor was in an intense state of arousal. Some of the girls broke it up when some of guys suggested an orgy. Wandering back to the bar for another beer, I found Suzie standing by the keg. She too was naked except for a micro black thong so small it literally just covers her pussy lips. The thong molded to her so thoroughly that although the thong covered her pussy it was clearly evident. If she wore nothing she couldn’t have been any more naked. It was clear she was shaved because it would have been impossible to hide a single hair under her thong. Suzie had deep brown eyes, a thin aquiline nose and full lips. Her large creamy breast looked even larger by the pettiness of her frame. Her waist and legs were thin but she had a lovely round ass. This girl was very pretty and I immediate got an erection, as I stood in front of her. So much for being nonchalant. Suzie smiled a large toothy, Julia Roberts kind of smile and I blushed. “Hey, DK don’t worry. Flipping a Pi Beta Phi girl the bone is expected here. All the guys spend most of this party with boners. Frankly, it’s why you guys are invited. I’ll tell you a little secret. Only the ones that get the most boners during the party are invited back. There is a sister assigned to every guy and we keep track and bet on who will be the winner. The next time we have a party we eliminate all the softies and squirters” “Squirters,” I asked? “You know, guys that get too excited and blow their loads on the floor, Suzie said. It’s a pain cleaning that stuff up,” she said. “And you’re telling me you bet on how many boners a guy will get?” I asked. “You bet, she said. The sisters are doing their best to make you guys hard.” We both laughed. “God, love them,” I said. I looked around and Suzie was right. Some guys were sitting, with their hands in their laps, trying to cover the obvious. This was a sexy party and it was damn near impossible not to get a hard-on. I told Suzie I loved her thong and she kissed me on the lips. I felt her warm hand wrap around my dick and she rolled my balls in her hand like Captain Queeg from the Caine Mutiny. “DK, do you remember I promised you a reward for arriving here naked. Well, I would like to give it to you. Follow me.” Suzie walked away from the bar and the painful beauty of her ass struck me. She had the roundest, firmest cheeks I think I ever saw and her retreat was beautiful to behold. She walked just like a model or maybe she was putting on a show for me. She had shoulder length; brown, soft straight hair that fell down over delicately thin shoulders and arms. I quickly fell in step behind her with my eyes lodged between her ass cheeks. We went into the next room, which was decorated with lots of blankets and pillows in addition to numerous couches for the use of the guests. Phil and Deb were already in this room adjacent to the dance floor along with three other couples. All were completely naked and going at it pretty intensely. Phil and Deb were lying on the couch facing us as we entered the room. The lights were soft and there were several candles lit. Phil was lying behind Deb who had one leg thrown over Phil onto back of the couch exposing her pussy. Phil’s dick was buried in her pussy, slowly sliding in and out as he massaged her breasts with one hand. Deb’s hand was between her legs alternating between rubbing her clit and grabbing at Phil’s balls. She seemed to delight in making Phil squeal with pain every time she caught them in just the right way. Suzie settled into a couch across from Phil and Deb and motioned me to join her. I sat beside her and she leaned toward me, whispering so her words tickled my ear “This is our play room. I loved my playroom when I was a little girl but this is sooo much nicer. Let’s watch Deb and her friend fuck.” Each word from Suzie’s lips made me hornier. I was amazing how this girl could say fuck and make it sound so sweet. Like saying isn’t that puppy sooo cute. She was working on me with her hot breathy, voice and tongue. My dick was rock hard in seconds. “Ooh, DK, another boner, you could be in the lead now,” Suzie said and then licked my whole outer ear and sucked my ear lob into her mouth. This girl was very exciting and my dick was throbbing in appreciation. “I think your cute DK, and just to show you that I really do, I want to fuck you. Would you mind that terribly, DK?” There was that cute puppy word again. She licked my ear and then nibbled on my neck. I managed to get out a quiet little “no.” “That’s good, she said. Because if I want to fuck you, it would be very rude not to let me when, after all, your a guest at my party.” “I would never be rude,” I said. “Gooood,” she breathed in my ear. Shivers ran up my spine while Suzie worked over my neck with her tongue. She ran her naked breasts across my body and down my chest. Her eyes locked onto mine as she descended to give me my “reward”. When she reached my dick she locked onto it like it was a Popsicle in the middle of a July heat wave. My dick slid easily into her mouth and I watched all of it disappear. She took me so deeply I thought she was going to massage my dick head with her stomach muscles. Then she backed off and swirled my head with her tongue. Her lips were soft and her mouth was wet. I melted back into the couch to let this magician work her magic. She released my dick from her mouth and took it in her hand as her tongue slid down to my balls. She sucked one into her mouth repeatedly till I thought I would faint from pleasure. She did the same to the other. She got my sack so wet with saliva I could feel it dripping down into my ass crack. She took a ball between her teeth and held it, biting ever so gently on my sack of pearls. I could tell she was toying with me. Her eyes held my gaze while I watched her hold my ball in her teeth. She bit harder and I could feel the ball squeezed under the pressure. She sucked in back in her mouth and swirled it with her tongue.. I was ready to pass out as she massaged my balls then slipping back to my dick head; she swirled and licked it up and down its length. I felt like cumming and told her. She dropped down between my legs and her mouth found my asshole. Her tongued danced into my ass then out. She was the first girl who ever had tongued me there and I was ready to sign over all my possessions to this girl for her daring and creativity. She was the DaVinci of blowjobs. I looked over to Phil and he was continuing to slowly pump Deb’s pussy. I was amazed that Phil had held out that long without blowing his load. It was all I could do but blow my load as soon as I entered a girl’s pussy. The softness, wetness and warmth of a pussy is almost too much for me to bear. A girl whose pussy is really juicy makes me cum even faster. Not because it’s so slippery but because the squooshing noise it makes when my dick plunges in and out it is so erotic. Suzie climbed up in front of me and sat on my lap. She kissed me and rubbed my body with her soft boobs. She reached behind her back and grabbed my stiff dick, sliding it into her gushing pussy. I could feel her juices begin to coat my dick. She slowly fucked me while her juices leaked out onto my balls. Suzie was brilliant. She seemed to know just how to make me feel good. She was a sweet and generous lover. I stroked her pussy as best I could from my angle. With her slow rocking on my dick I was cumming within a minutes. She continued her slow, wet fuck till I had brought Suzie off. We stayed that way, holding each other and kissing for a few minutes. She smelled fresh, clean and erotic all at the same time. I stayed with her that night and we continued to date and fuck in incredible ways for the rest of our time in college. Suzie was such an adventurous girl. She introduced me to flashing and exhibitionism. At dance bar, concerts, parties, on campus and off Suzie was never afraid to bare herself to anyone or at anytime. I really had a great time with her. She is the only girl I have ever seen who took so many naked risks but never, EVER got into trouble for it. She could get away with anything or talk herself out of any situation. I really thought that part of my life was over until Jules Danvers made me an offer I could not refuse. I just hope this time it won’t end in the same unhappy way. The Naked Stipulation Ch. 04 Moving day arrived and the workday dragged slowly. I could finally wait no longer and decided to close the gallery early and drive over to my new home. Just as I was preparing leave, Jules showed up. “Hey DK, I thought I would see were you worked,” she said. “Jules, I’m glad to see you. I was just getting ready to go. “Great,” she said. “I can’t thank you enough by the way for letting me join your group. I know that you girls must be very picky about who you choose to live with and I’m … just glad you chose me.” Jules looked around the front of the gallery and then said, “Sure DK. We really think you will like it there and Jen and Laurie are happy you seemed so nice. The last guy we had began nice enough but turned into a real jerk. Very selfish.” The thoughts I had been thinking came to the forefront of my mind. I had these reoccurring thoughts that they kicked him out because he was such a pervert probably couldn’t keep his hands off them. “Jerk, huh,” I said. “Yeah, the other girls really didn’t like him, said Jules. Never became a part of the group and NEVER helped out the way he should.” “Okay, I thought, he was an asshole and didn’t join in when there were group activities. Mental note. Don’t be afraid to clean up and do the dishes. “So, DK show me around,” Jules asked. I showed her the artist I was currently featuring and a few works arriving later in the month. She liked them and said she might be interested in some artwork for the condo. “Of course she would get the friends of the gallery discount,” I told her and she smiled at me. Jules had a natural smile, making her face light up and drawing out her innate sexiness. Then it might be the lemon-scented perfume she always wore. Some woman made my knees weak just by the way they looked or smelled. I could never predict it. Probably if you asked ten guys whether they thought Jules was very pretty the answer would be split down the middle. On the other hand, if you asked the same ten guys if she was pretty when she smiled those same ten guys wouldn’t say she was drop dead gorgeous. There is something about a woman with a smile but Jules was deeper with a subtle air of mystery and a face that revealed something new every time you saw her. She was a woman of average height about 5 feet 5 inches and dark brunette hair. She was confident, assertive, and but wonderfully pleasant. She was fit and trim. After showing her around I realized it was well past time to lock up and told her so. “Okay, that just gives the girls more time to dress for dinner. You can follow me back to the condo in your car, she said. I’ll show you a few short cuts.” “Terrific. Just give me a few minutes. Where are you parked?” “Just across the street,” she said. “I’ll be with you in five. I’m just parked out back.” I said. I let Jules out the front and locked the door behind her. Checking around the store, I turned on the evening light and set the gallery alarm, then let myself out and walked to my car. I pulled my car around from the back and stopped just behind Jules so she could exit her space. The ride to the condo took about 20 minutes even with the evening traffic. “Not a bad commute,” I thought. Jules pulled in behind the building and I followed her to my new parking space. I was home, 152 Harbinger Way, apartment 17. The elevator to the top apartment in the building was a short ride. As the doors opened Jules handed me a key and said, “A key to your new home. I hope it is a wonderful stay.” “Thanks, Jules, I said. I am really glad I am finally here.” I put the key into the lock and held my breath. Frankly I wasn’t sure what I was going to find. Would there be two naked girls standing on the other side of the door? I opened the door and walked into a world that would change my life. The door opened to the nicest apartment I had ever seen. There was a wonderful entryway with a large closet for coats and fine crafted woodwork evident everywhere. Jules led me in and did a quick tour downstairs. The condo had two floors with the bedrooms upstairs and the living area down. The first floor was composed of a living room, dining room, and kitchen with pantry, mudroom with laundry, a full bath and entertainment room. Jules told me upstairs had four bedrooms all with full baths, an exercise room and a staircase that lead to a patio/deck. Not only was this gem spacious but also it was well decorated with paintings I immediately recognized. Not masters mind you but very good contemporary artists. We made our way through the first floor without running across Jen or Laurie. I asked Jules if they were home and she told me they were probably upstairs dressing for dinner. Tonight we would go out to dinner and get to know each other. “I have made reservations at a great spot just around the corner. They make the best drinks. We have reservations for 7:00 pm but we will head over there about 6:15 pm for cocktails. Sound good,” she asked? “Wonderful,” I said. In my mind I breathed a slight sigh of relief. I thought I would make a much better first impression if I didn’t have to stop myself from looking at three naked women. I always felt that first impressions are lasting ones and I really didn’t want these girls remembering me as a lecherous asshole who drooled all over their naked bodies. I heard Laurie and Jen talking as they came down the stairs. Jules and I were in the kitchen when she called out to come in the kitchen. The girls walked in and their beauty immediately impressed me. Jen had light brown hair and was about 5’ 10”. She had large breasts and a thin frame with long thin legs. Laurie on the other hand had deep black hair was a little shorter than Jen’s but with a more rounded figure. She definitely had all the curves in the right places. Jen and Laurie were ready for dinner and said they were hungry. Jules introduced me to Laurie and when I extended my hand to shake she pulled me in and gave me a little kiss on the cheek. “We are going to be roommates, DK I thought we would be a little less formal,” Laurie said. Jen followed Laurie’s lead kissed me too. Without even seeing my new room we took Jules’ car to a local eclectic restaurant. We found a table in a quiet corner for drinks and quickly fell into a comfortable conversation as we shared intimate “bonding” stories about ourselves. I was apprehensive about this day because of the very problem of trying to fit into a group that enjoyed living together under the most unusual and intense circumstances. Those fears quickly disappeared as we seemed to click, and I fit into the cracks and fissures of their personalities. We moved to the dinner table after about 45 minutes and continued our conversation. Without thinking about it we all sampled each other’s dinners, something that would have never occurred to me before but with these girls it seemed very natural. Finally, I asked the one question that I had been longing to ask from the time I met Jules. “Okay, does everyone really go naked all the time at home?” Laurie without missing a beat said, “Sure silly, and we expect you to do the same. It is the first thing we do when we get home and the last thing I regret whenever I leave home.” Then Jen chimed in, “frankly if I could walk the street of this city naked without getting arrested I would do it.” “Wow, I just said. I am impressed.” “Impressed with what,” Jules asked? “Impressed that the three of you are so comfortable and casual about nudity. I mean every girl I have met with the exception of one were so uptight about being naked. Most of the time girls have their arms rapped around themselves like they are trying to get another layer of clothes. I never thought I would meet another girl like my friend Suzie.” “Who is Suzie?” Jen asked. So I told them the story of Suzie and myself. The other thing I’m surprised at is you are letting a guy become a part of your living arrangement. I could understand if the fourth roommate was a woman but why look for a guy,” I asked? “Well to tell you the truth, Jules said, we all like the erotic tension it throws into the mix. If you were just another girl there would be far less excitement and eroticism. Think about it would you really want to see a bunch of naked guys around the house? I had to admit that the thought of a bunch of guys naked was not my ideal living situation. “Besides there are lots of times when a guy can get a job done much easier than a woman. You will be handy to have around the house,” Jules said. The three girls looked at each other and smiled. All of a sudden I felt a little uneasy. “Besides, Jen continued, being naked make me feel alive and free. Since I met Jules and Laurie I really couldn’t think of living any other way. Wait till you meet Jules’ brother Mike. He was the one that really made me understand the pleasures that a life of erotic nudity holds and I’m not talking about sex. You just have a different view of life when it is seen through unclothed eyes.” There was passion in Jen’s voice about this topic. Almost like someone who was pitching their artwork. Maybe that was how they view it. Nudity was their art. I looked at the faces of the three women I sat with. After talking with them for the better part of three hours I felt I was on the verge of discovering the first glimmerings of their merged physical and inner beauty. Each of them in their own way was so beautiful I felt an emotional pain as I both looked and experienced them simultaneously. I felt immersed in them and was intoxicated by it. I knew I needed to explore these feelings more and maybe nudity was just the right medium. We finished our dinner with Crème Brule and coffee, paid our bill and left for the condo. Of course all the girls referred to the condo, as home but as yet it was still too new to FEEL like home to me. When we returned home, Jules showed me my room. All my stuff was piled in one corner. It could be piled in a corner because my room was probably 600 sq ft without counting the bathroom. It was more than I ever expected. I thanked her again for inviting me to join them. I told Jules I would be doing some unpacking then going to bed. “Well, I hope you don’t mind if you hear us in the morning. We workout in the morning. Now remember, you may be unpacking but you won’t have any need for your clothes,” Jules said. “I’ll try and remember,” I said with some anticipation in my voice. “Oh, you’ll remember, Jules said because if you don’t we’ll be happy to reminding you.” The next morning I awoke to the sounds of straining in another part of the condo. I recalled Jules said they would be working out in the morning so I pulled myself out of bed to clean up. It suddenly occurred to me I would have to spend more effort in cleaning all over if I was going to be naked all day long. It is one thing rooming with guys but with women you couldn’t offensive. I was suddenly important my armpits gave no offending odors and particularly other orifices. I showered and spent considerable time cleaning. I thought this funny since I was just going to go workout and get sweaty all over again. I did however want to make a good first impression. Finally, feeling ready I opened the door to my room and ventured out into my brave new world. I had a medium size towel with me on my way to the kitchen where I filled a water bottle and returned upstairs to the workout room. Immediately I caught sight of Jules and Jen on the aerobic equipment. My heart stopped as I approached the room suddenly feeling quite vulnerable. I had seen my share of naked women at college, and all the thinking I had done about living with three naked women was mental masturbation but I felt entirely inexperienced when I was face to face with this naked reality. It suddenly occurred to me that every ordinary daily experiences and chores would cease to be ordinary. It was like I had to learn everything anew. Jules and Jen were in the room working out. The actual sight of these naked women thrilled me like nothing before. The way their muscles and skin moved and stretch over their bones was enormously erotic. I was drawn to the movement of their breasts and the tautness of their ripe ass. I realized why these girls enjoyed nudity. They were naked to experience life. It made the most ordinary things, exhilarating. It made them feel alive and wanting to experience each and every facet of life. Most impotently it took a very private things, like a body and laid it bare to inspection and that was mentally and emotionally challenging. It challenged everything one believed about men, women and society and challenged everything you grew up knowing to be true. It is hard to break the visceral bonds of beliefs. On the one hand, I was exhilarated by the feelings I had of freedom and anticipated what I might discover next. Jen, as I previously described, was thin with large breasts but it wasn’t until she was naked that I truly appreciated the form and weight of her voluminous breasts. It was a real gift for me to experience them first hand. Her legs were long, lithe and delicate all the way to her crotch such that the top of her legs never really touched. They just angled out from her knees till they met her hips. This magic “V” drew my gaze to her pronounced pussy lips. Her pubic hair was completely shaven, only serving to keep my eyes fixed like a magnet on her fully, puffy lips. Her ass was thin but with a slight teardrop shaped from many hours on the elliptical machine. Her arms were also thin and her large round very REAL breasts rocked rhythmically as she pedaled on the machine. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and beads of sweat popped from her body. She called “hey” to me as I walked into the room. Her skin was a lightly tan in color with no obvious lines but what would you expect from a girl who spent much of her time naked. I walked past Jen toward an exercise bike and could smell the wonderful mixed aroma of perfume and sweat. I threw one leg over the bike seat after first placing the towel down. My ball sack snagged as I threw my leg over and flinching. Reaching down, I rearranged my balls as I remounted the bike; this was something I was going to have to get used to. Jules was doing hammer curls and my eyes were drawn to her muscled body. Her breasts were modest in size and pointed standing out on her chest with the slightest upward curve. Her areolas were large for her breast, which I particularly liked. She had a spectacular firm, full ass and thick brown pubic hair that covered her pussy burying her lips from sight. Not that I was staring but the urge to look was too strong. Jules gave me a nod to say hi and I nodded back. I worked away on the bike for five minutes warming up and then moved to the mats to stretch before lifting weights. As I left the bike, Laurie entered the room. She had a magnificent shapely figure with lovely firm curves. Her best feature was her ass, full, firm and heart shaped with a lovely dimple above her right cheek. Laurie had a habit of wiggling her ass provocatively whenever she walked. I knew this girl was going to be a large problem for me. I hadn’t seen her for 15 seconds and I was already thinking about sliding what it would be like to slide my cock between her butt cheeks. She had long, straight dark hair with brown eyes and eyebrows that were full and shaped but still had a natural look. Her face was long and even somewhat boyish with an aquiline nose. Her tits were smallish and dipped slightly on her chest showing the beginning stages of age. Her areolas were modest in size with a nub of a nipple that stood out. Her belly button was pierced with a gold ball and bar. Her hands and feet were long and elegant with long fingers and toes and her arms were thin but for obvious biceps. She wore rings on two fingers of each hand and her left thumb, as well as, a gold chain around her neck. Apart from her spectacular ass, her most intriguing feature was the large inner lips that protruded from her pussy. As she stood in front of me I don’t think she was aroused but her inner lips pushed from between her outer pussy lips in an almost obscene fashion. They were moist, pink and with just a touch of darkness at the edges. I would have given anything at that moment to suck those lips into my mouth. Laurie walked up to me as I sat on the mat. Her pussy was literally right in front of me. I looked at her and felt an awful pain of desire and knew I was in trouble without knowing why. “DK, she said. Laurie’s pussy was trimmed. She obviously had been waxed recently because her dark hair was neatly shaped in the form of a wide stripe. I always found it sexy that a girl would pay attention to grooming her pussy. Are you okay, this morning?” “Fine,” I remarked. “DK, you have a hard on,” Laurie said. I looked down and for the first time realized that the three naked girls had given me and I had a huge boner. I was completely embarrassed and blushed. Laurie looked at Jules and just laughed. “Well, that’s probably a record, she said. Most have been able to AT LEAST twenty minutes.” “It’s okay, Jules said. We don’t mind. Frankly, we would be pissed if you didn’t get a hard-on at least once a day.” They all laughed and I continued to blush deeply. For the balance of the work out my dick stood at attention while I desperately tried to keep it out of the equipment, no matter what I did or thought my dick only seemed to get harder. Working out with a hard-on can be dangerous. Can a guy live with a perpetual hard-on? Is it a health risk to lift weights if all your blood is going to your dick? After pondering these unfathomable questions, I showered and my dick finally relaxed for the first time since waking up. When I felt calm enough I went into the kitchen to get breakfast. Laurie cooked for everyone and it was an absolute treat watching her cute ass wiggling from under an apron. We sat down to our first naked breakfast of fruit, eggbeaters, toast and coffee. I almost could keep my mind on the food as six lovely boobs stared me in the face table height. It was a wonderful breakfast and the girls talked continuously about their work, Jules’ upcoming birthday weekend, which I learned would be celebrated at her brothers, and of course, jokes about my “first experience”. Little did they know my “second experience” was lurking under the table until Jen look into my lap during one of her jokes. “Isn’t that cute, he has a stiffy again.” Everyone broke up and I blushed at being discovered. Jen reach down and wrapped her warm hand around my dick. “I think it is so cute that you’re getting a stiffy over us.” She squeezed and rubbed my dick like it was a cute puppy just brought home for the first time. She leaned over the table and cooed, “aren’t you so cute.” And “you look so cute. Yes you’re a good boy” If I didn’t know any better I would have thought Jen believed my dick was just cuddly pet. In many ways those were my exact feelings about my dick but she didn’t need to know that. My initial impression of Jules’ brother was everyone treated him like some kind of religious figure. I was repeatedly told I would “just love him”. He had the best house and his wife was so nice. It was clear the girls worshiped this guy so I would have to “like him” no matter what I thought. I volunteered to clean up and did this will enthusiasm, remembering Jules’ words to me about the last guy not helping out. When I was finished I found the girls together in the living and was asked to join them so we could “talk”. Jules felt that it was soon enough to give me some “helpful hints” as she called them. First, since everyone was always naked it was just too much trouble to carry around towels to sit on. No one did so I didn’t need to as long as I kept myself thoroughly clean at times then I could sit where I may. Enemas came to mind but Laurie told me about psyllum husks and their cleaning effect. The Naked Stipulation Ch. 04 Secondly, everyone believed nudity was a natural state and an expression of a bond and trust between each other, as well as, being a great turn-on. In living here, everyone chose to be naked but if you have guests over then they too had to respect our environment. We eat, sleep, workout, clean and have parties naked anyone that visits should respect our home. They also wanted me to know they had a circle of friends included Jules’ brother who lived the same way. It was up to me to let people know that that is what was expected. I knew that at least for a while I wasn’t going to be having many guests. Thirdly, since we shared our bodies so openly with each other, the girls also believe everyone should enthusiastically do favors for each other, personal favors that some might consider sexual or private. The girls believe it is a sign of friendship and a recognition of the pleasure we give each other. It is also erotic and makes us feel good toward each other. There is deep inherent beauty in people so it is okay here to look and to touch with permission. That is why we told you it was okay with us you had an erection. We don’t mind it. We like it. We enjoy seeing it. One of us like Jen did might enjoys stroke your dick while we watch TV together, kind of like petting. I don’t mean masturbate you just hold or play with it but as we get to know you it goes both ways. They told me that in order to maintain enough trust with each other they must constantly strengthen their relationships. They found the best way to do this was through favors. Fourthly, they told me that when someone became resistant to the favor it was necessary to “punish” them to bring them back in line. Punishments were different for everyone but generally these were mild. Finally Jules said, “Tonight let’s have takeout, a few drinks and we will really get to know you, DK. DK that means you have to completely put yourself in our hands. You have to let us get to know you in our own way.” I said, “Hey, I feel like I’m a complete beginner here, so the student thinks it's best to put myself in the teacher's hands. What ever you think is okay by me.” I could hardly wait.