0 comments/ 54719 views/ 1 favorites A Trade By: easy kimmie "Hey Kimmie, I'm having dinner with friends and I'd like you to join me." Her father asked. "Sure, with who?" She asked. Kimberly was a small, slim girl with long brown hair. She had just finished high school and had turned eighteen yesterday. "The Busch's, you don't know them. I, I'm trying to complete a trade with them." After her mom died Kim began to act as hostess for his business dinners. She loved the attention and the compliments from his associates. But her father knew that the men would be distracted in leching over the young girl and the women would think it cute that a teen would be so poised and mature. "What should I wear." She asked. "Why don't you wear that new dress you were telling me about." He replied. "Cool." She said smiling. Thinking about the silky new slip dress and strappy sandals she had purchased. "Daddy, where do the Busch's live?" She asked as they rode in the car. "In a white house honey, some where on this road." Her father replied. He slowed and turned the car into a yard. The homestead was composed of several trailers and a large ramshackle white house. Livestock wandered about the yard and drilling equipment was strewn about. On the porch was a group of men and boys. Several of them looked alike with blank stares and smirks on their faces. A very old man sat in a rocker. "What a dump she said." She said. "Quiet," her father reprimanded her. "Hello Poppey," her father called out as he stepped from the car. "Let's go," he said to her. Her father bound across the yard and shook Poppey's hand vigorously. Kim was left on her own to navigate the broken and muddy yard. The high heels and tight dress made walking difficult. She was self conscious from the men staring; they were entertained by her problems and made no effort to help her. As she reached the porch, Poppy suggested that they all go inside and have some beer and barbecue. "Walker, Herm, you boys help old Strom." They went into the house, Kim looked around, the place was dirty and badly worn. The kitchen table was a piece of plywood over two sawhorses. One of the boys offered her a beer. She turned it down. A large platter of ribs was placed on the table. They were surprisingly good. Her father ignored her through out the dinner. He was engaged in a quiet conversation with Poppey and the man they called Baker, every now and then they would pause and look at her. On either side of her sat a Busch boy. They kept touching her legs as she tried to eat; another tried to caress her calf with a dirty bare foot. "Then we have a deal." She heard her father say. "You give me that breeding pair of coon dogs and you take the girl." "A huh." Poppey replied. The boys let out a whoop and catcalls. Kimberly couldn't believe what she had heard. Then she realized it was her he was trading. "Daddeeeee," she whined, "no you can't trade me for a couple of dogs. I'm your daughter. Her father ignored her. "Poppey, no going back on this you know." "No, No don't you worry about that. Poppey replied. The boys need a slut around the house. Their Maw won't let them have their sisters." "George, go get the dogs, so he can get out of here." Poppey ordered. Kim simpered, "Daddy please, why are you doing this. Please don't leave me here." "Kimmie, I'm sorry but I need to. You've been a good girl. But you're getting older and you want to go to that expensive college. You're going to leave, then start giving your favors to those college boys. Like you do young Clinton. You didn't think I knew about that did you." "Daddy, I won't go to college. I'll stay home and take care of you. Just don't leave me here." She pleaded. "No you'll be like all women. Just like your mother and sneak off with someone." He told her. George came onto the porch with the dogs. Her father bid his farewells to the Busch's and left. He couldn't believe his good fortune. A pair of breeding coon dogs for female. He wanted to get out of there before they changed their minds. After her father left she stood in the center of the room surrounded by the Busch's. "That's a pretty dress." She heard one of them say. "But she won't be needing it." Jeb said. His hand reached out like a snake attacking its prey and tore the dress from her. She stood there trying to cover her breasts wearing only her panties. "She won't need these either," another said and ripped the panties off. Kimberly squeezed her knees together and tried to cover herself with her hands as much as possible. "Let's take a look at her," someone said and two of them grabbed her arms and straightened her up. "Awfully skinny and with small tits.? Walker commented. "Ain't much fur on the kitty either". George said running a finger along her pubic hair. "Good then you won't be picking it out of your teeth." Jeb cracked. "What are you saying," George yelled, "that I suck cunts? Them's fighten words." "Stop arguing boys." Poppey said. The old man began to grumble. "Bring Strom over here. He can't do it anymore but he still likes to watch. When the boys were through with her they left her on a piece of carpet. Someone threw an old blanket over her. Kim woke the first thing she noticed was the scent of cat urine from the carpet and blanket. She stirred slightly. Her jaw hurt and her wrists were red from being tied. When she moved her leg's her ass hurt. It was raw and sore from the penetration with out lubricant. She stood up. She caught a look at her face in a cracked mirror dried semen was in her hair, a large bruise had formed on the cheek. She didn't remember getting hit. She limped into the other room. Baker and Poppey were playing cards. "There you are slut. Get us some beer." Baker ordered. Poppey chimed in, "bring some pork rinds also." Kim brought the men the beer and pork rinds. She went to the sink and found a rag and some soap to wash herself. The water was tepid and she cleaned herself as best she could. She looked around. "Excuse me, where's the bathroom." She asked. "Ain't no bathroom" Poppey replied, "you can use that bucket in the corner or go out behind the tree. Kim looked out the window, the tree was in full view of the road, which was fairly busy. She walked over to the bucket and squatted over it. A steam of pee rang into the pail. Baker looked over contemptuously. "Nothin proves how worthless women are than the fact that if they didn't have a bucket their pee'd drown their feet." Poppey laughed. Kimmie began feeling sorry for herself and began to cry. Through her tears she noticed Strom sitting there, stroking his wizened pizzle and drooling as he watched her. The door opened and George entered with several boys. "I wanta show the guys our new slut." "Though she's kinda used now." He said laughing at his own joke. One of the boys unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, which stood up. Kimmie looked at it, it was large. She walked over to the boy and went to her knees, then took the cock into her mouth. "Damn," George said, her father was right she is a quick learner." A Tradition of Love Marie had never been so nervous, so terrified and excited all at the same time. All day her mother and older sisters had primped, pampered and treated Marie like a queen, or as if she were a bride being prepared for her wedding day. In a way, she was. For this was the night of her eighteenth birthday, the night she would be presented to her family and the community as a woman. This was a celebration not just of womanhood, but also of the unique lifestyle of this small, isolated mountain village in the wilderness. Jack Crest was a visionary who created the idea of a perfect, idyllic community free to express their love of nature and of one another in privacy, called Creston. You see, Jack believed that there was no greater pleasure on God's green earth than that of love making, especially if the act of love was between any consenting party, even (and perhaps especially) between that of one's own family. Jack was first initiated into the natural rites of love as a young man by his mother, but his life's deepest connection has always been maintained by his sister, Sarah. When Sarah became pregnant with their first child, Jack decided that this growing and taboo family needed a place to thrive away from critical eyes and the law. He was joined there by several members of his family, including his mother, his three brothers and two more sisters. Nearly thirty years later, on the eve of Marie's age of majority, the community is thriving, especially after having been joined by a few unrelated families with similar values. But it was not enough just to enjoy having sex with relatives in Creston. Jack Crest, lovingly referred to as daddy, or father Jack, firmly believed that God's purpose for man and woman was to procreate as much as possible, to have as much sex and as many babies as possible in order to achieve grace. By having many children, even of different fathers, a woman could assure her place in heaven. For a man, fathering as many children as possible and making sure that some of these unions were with mothers, daughters and nieces was the object. The bedding of a virgin (of either sex) on their 18th birthday was always and even participated in by the entire community. Traditionally, a girl would lose her virginity to her father, whose job it was to place his daughter in a marriage. He could either declare her wed to any of-age member of the community, or choose to wed her himself. Once wed, the couple was encouraged to have as many children together as possible, though anyone could stray to other partners without social repercussions as long as monogamy was not decided upon when first married by husband and wife. This was always a fantastic, over the top celebration when father jack's own progeny came of age. Marie was father jack's seventh daughter by his first wife and sister Sarah. Sarah, her enormous belly protruding from her loose gown, was eight months pregnant with her twentieth pregnancy in as many years. As was often the case, Sarah carried twins. Theirs was a particularly fertile family line. Marie's sister Tanya was six months pregnant with her first child, presumably fathered by her twin brother/husband Tuck. Both women were round, dark and lovely, dressed in rich silk robes that flattered their pregnant bellies and shined against their glowing skin. They carefully brushed and styled Marie's hair and did her makeup so she would look her best for daddy. In her own red silk robe she was radiant, a picture of perfect fecundity with her wide hips, slender waste and large, yet pert breasts. Everyone was hopeful that daddy would take Marie for another wife, as she was beautiful and would only be more so filled with his divinely inspired seed. Finally, The door opened to reveal grandmother Celia, father jack's mother and the matriarch of the entire clan. fifty years old, Celia was pregnant again with another of his children, one of her last. It was traditional for Celia to take the girl down to what was known as the 'family room'. The family room was a huge space in father jack's basement, a holy place where their special divine rights were practiced. Most of the floor was covered in mattresses, couches and body pillows, scattered with low tables here and there for holding smoking paraphenelia, sex toys, lube and whatever else someone might need in the moment. In the center of the room was a raised dais with a king size bed, dressed richly in red satin. This was where Marie would lose her virginity and become a woman. Already, the whole town was gathered the couches and pillows. Some were naked, most wore an assemblage of erotic clothing or gear. Father jacks parties were famously no-holds-barred. Marie shook with nerves as she took Celia's hand and walked her to the dais. She sat Marie down, kneeled at her feet, and reached for a pipe on another low table beside them. Marijuana is sacred to the people of Creston, who believe that the lust-inspiring properties of the drug are a gift from God. Celia lit the bowl and pulled deep. She finally stopped and moved to kiss Marie. Celia then breathed the intoxicating smoke into Marie's mouth, shotgunning her, and then kissing her slowly for real as tendrils of smoke drifted around them. Marie could see members of the audience begin to masturbate and touch one another before celia's own fingers drifted downward to remove Marie's robe and push her back on the bed. Marie heard everyone whoop with delight as Celia moved between Marie's virgin thighs, parting her tender lips and caressing her. The heady sensation of the weed began to take over Marie's body, making her feel tingly and aroused. After teasing with her fingers, Celia lowered her beautiful graying head and licked at her granddaughter's wet slit, lapping up her virgin juices. Marie moaned low in her throat, occasionally stopping her breath as a sensation became too intense and convulsing when she let it out. Then, with a shock, Celia thrust two fingers deep inside Marie's virgin pussy, stopping just before her hymen. Marie went wild, thrusting her hips against her slurping grandmother, who was still tonguing her clit. Finally Celia got up, licking the fingers that had just been inside of Marie. Marie lay dazed in recovery, a trickle of her own cum mixed with Celia's spit running down her thigh. Marie realized that Celia was still standing on the dais, now facing the tall, impossibly muscled figure of father jack. Celia kissed father jack, pushing some of Marie's come into his mouth to taste. father jack, or daddy, drank it eagerly. He stood and looked at Marie's post-orgasmic body with real lust in his eyes and in his rock hard cock. At least thirteen inches long, daddy's cock filled Marie with horror and fascination. It was beautiful, with a graceful arch that reached toward his body and large veins covering the smooth surface. The head was engorged and purple, already weeping a drop of pre-cum onto the satin sheets as he watched her and slowly stroked himself. Without words, daddy knelt down to Marie's level and kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue down her throat. Even after Celia's thorough attention, all the nerves in Marie's body stood on end as she anticipated daddy's touch. She had been groomed for this since birth, dreamed of making love to daddy since she was old enough to understand what would happen. She wanted so badly to be filled with his seed, her own daddy's multiple babies kicking inside of her, waiting to be born. She wanted to be completely filled by him as her belly was filled with at least two of his offspring and his huge, raging cock filled her pussy. She grew hot and ready again just anticipating their imminent sex and breeding. Daddy angled his body down and lined up his cock with her aching pussy, pushing just the head in to tease her hole. "Tell me you want this." Daddy finally said, his deep bass voice booming from his chest, which was sweaty with need. "Tell me you wish to enter the covenant of our god, that you wish to honor the rites of our religion and our love with your desire and fertile intent. Swear to be my lover, and a lover to all." "I swear!" Marie exclaimed, her voice peaking as daddy's cock made lazy circles at her opening. "Please daddy, let me be yours!" Daddy pushed his enormous cock into Marie's petite, virgin pussy. Stuffing his giant member into her little hole invaded Marie's insides, ripping away her virginity and making her feel as if his cock were moving her organs out of his way. As if to prove it, Marie could even see the outline of daddy's cock moving from inside her body. The sight alone made Marie shiver violently in anticipation, erasing the slight pain and pressure his presence made. He stayed in that one position until Marie could no longer stand it and moved her little hips on his cock. Daddy began moving in an increasing rhythm, fucking his daughter in a room full of relatives who were now doing just the same thing. Father jack was always hesitant to push one of his girls too far on her first night, but Marie's inner wildness was waking up within her. At that moment she wanted nothing more than her daddy's cock thrusting in side of her, fucking her, pounding her so hard it almost hurt. She wanted his dick driven so far within her, he would have no choice but to burst inside of her fertile womb.. She wanted no dick but daddy's, no baby but his. She knew in that moment that she was truly daddy's slut, and would always want his children until the day she died. Jack interpreted her enthusiasm correctly by pounding her with his cock, bouncing her off of his hips with an audible smacking sound. Daddy then pulled out of Marie until just the tip of his cock was still inside her, and made her twirl around on his cock until she got on all fours on the bed, her delicate ass in the air. Still with just the tip inside, Daddy slid his little finger into Marie's ass, using her dripping fluids as lube. Marie's eyes rolled into the back of her head and the world faded for a moment as her body convulsed. Daddy's cock plunged back inside of her pussy, even deeper than before, slamming against her cervix. The combination of his cock so deep inside and his finger squeezing the other side, she came with a scream that echoed in the large room, almost unheard for all the other pleasurable sounds. At her orgasm Daddy came, pushing his gushing cock right at the head of her cervix, directly flowing his seed into Marie's fertile womb. It felt like he was coming forever, flooding her insides with a wash of white. When daddy finally rolled off of her, he was attended by the waiting mouths of some of his wives, almost all visibly gravid with his seed. They took turns licking the juices off his still hard cock. Meanwhile, the other men of the family lined up to get a taste of Marie's exhausted pussy. She was licked, tongued, fondled, sucked and caressed by almost every man in Creston. When her pussy was finally clear of daddy's come, the simply fucked her themselves until they replaced the come on her thighs. A traditional girl, Marie strived to welcome every brother, every uncle, every cousin into her well-used womb. Finally, after hours of relentless sex, Daddy finally stood upon the dais with a now flaccid member and declared the end of the festivities by announcing his choice for Marie's future. Marie was sleepy with exhaustion, but her heart beat faster with anticipation. "Marie Louise Crest, daughter of Sarah Anne Crest and my own blood, I declare you a woman in the eyes of his community. With your majority, you have given yourself to the grace of God and the act of love, and you are hereby committed to the sanctity to giving life. Amen!" Daddy yelled, to loud cheers from everyone in the room. "As is tradition, I as your father am at liberty to choose for you a husband who will enable you to worship our lord by the tenants of our faith. It is my duty to choose for you a husband who will ensure you have many children, and express the ecstasy of prayerful orgasm. To that end, I.... choose you as my own wife! I will be proud to father your children, and honor you as my twenty-fifth wife. Amen!" "AMEN!" everyone shouted. Marie wept with joy. Her dream had come true! She was going to marry her father! What was more, she was going to ask of him at their marriage for her monogamy. She wanted no man but her daddy, and professed not only her duties as a wife, but to be only his for the rest of her life. Even if daddy died during her fertile years, she would never know the touch of another man. It was the greatest gift a wife could give her husband, and that a daughter could give her father. ******* Eight and a half months later, Marie was indeed pregnant. She had never once regretted her fate to marry her own father, and still made love to him almost every day. Even a busy leader like Daddy couldn't resist her. Marie was his favorite almost from the beginning, because of her exquisite beauty and love for him. But Marie was revealed to be especially gifted in his sight when it was revealed she carried no less than four of his babies inside her. None of his wives or other women had ever conceived more than twins by him, and this extra fecundity fascinated Daddy. Her huge, taut belly was bigger than a beach ball and untouched by stretch marks. Her breasts defied rational thought and gravity at their size, already filled almost to bursting with milk that needed to be expressed several times a day. Daddy loved drinking her milk just before fucking her, proclaiming it to be the best aphrodisiac a man could find on his earth. He loved fucking Marie, coming even harder as he always did when he imagined filling his already pregnant daughter with more of his come. Marie loved being Daddy's wife. It was her job to attend to him as he had sex with his other wives, cupping his balls and aiding in positioning him as necessary, pumping him up between partners. She often fingered her dripping hole or used a dildo cast from daddy's own cock as she watched him with other women, her mother and sisters and aunts. She loved making out with her sisters also pregnant by him, letting him watch while his cock pounded into her pussy. Marie soon gave birth to four healthy babies, all boys. As soon as six weeks had passed for her to heal, Daddy and Marie resumed constantly making love again. She was pregnant almost immediately, this time with triplets, again all boys. None could match Marie for her hold on Daddy, until six years later when her sister Starla came of age. Starla was the eldest daughter of his eldest daughter with Sarah, his first sexually available granddaughter/daughter. With natural coal black hair and skin like porcelain, Daddy was immediately fascinated with Starla, and even more so when she became pregnant with no less than six of daddies babies. Marie had always been impregnated with three or four. As soon as Marie gave birth to another set of four baby boys (as all her children were), she found a source through a friend to get a hold of fertility pills. Fertility drugs are outlawed in Creston because they are not a natural form of having a family. But Marie was desperate. She began taking the pills in secret and dealt with the side-effects. They made her constantly horny, so much that her six-week healing period after birth was tortuously long. Finally, it was time to allow Daddy back into her bed. Even though he was preoccupied with Starla, Daddy missed Marie during her healing and filled her extra-fertile pussy so full of come that it pooled in the sheets. The news of Marie's pregnancy shocked everyone when it was revealed that she carried not just six, or eight, but twelve infants inside of her! Just as she wanted, Daddy immediately forgot all about Starla and reverted his attentions to Marie. Marie became an especial object or worship for the community as her super-gravid belly drove her to immobility. She was so full of Daddy's offspring that she could not get out of bed, and that drive each of them wild. Daddy almost never left her side, his cock buried in her pussy from behind, reaching as far as he could around her kicking, squirming womb. As he thrusted as if in a trance, tears ran down Marie's face as she wept with joy. She had achieved nirvana and the grace of god, and would be taking those fertility pills as often as possible for the rest of her life so that she could always, always feel this feminine and whole. Marie continued her reign as Creston's most fertile woman until she was well past fifty. When Daddy finally passed away, Marie intended not to break her vow and always remain in her husband/father's love, she remarried one of her oldest sons. Derek looked just like his father, but his cock was almost fifteen inches long and he could think of no other high better than impregnating his mother/sister wife. A Traditional Swim By way of introduction, I live in a Midwestern city. My town has a very conservative reputation, which is justified in some respects. More broadly, however, I would characterize the prevailing attitude as benign indifference. Whatever consenting adults get up to among themselves is ok so long as it is not in our face. On a more personal level, I am 50 and a lawyer who does civil litigation. In general, the legal profession selects for a certain personality, and that is probably more pronounced among litigators. I separated from my wife about 18 months ago, and the divorce became final about ten months ago. In my mind, a large reason for the break-up was that excitement for her was a new Louis Vitton bag. I wanted something different from the usual upper middle class conspicuous consumption. My ex got the suburban McMansion, so I'm now living in a nice apartment Downtown. Since our separation, I had felt liberated but not quite sure for what. Before I met my ex, I had actively pursued an interest that was, perhaps, slightly out of the mainstream. Maybe I'd get interested in that again. I had taken to reading our city's "alternative" newspaper, although I usually found little of interest. However, a small item in late April caught my attention. A Y in a "transitional" part of town, which I knew was losing members, had run an announcement that it would host "traditional" swimming from 9:00 p.m. to 11:00 p.m. on Thursday nights. From my reading about the clothes-optional liestyle, I knew that many Ys in the 60s had required men to swim nude and suspected that this was what "traditional swimming" meant. The text of the announcement confirmed my suspicion, with a significant twist. The announcement said that the Y's main pool and Jacuzzi would be open for coed use. Men would be required to be nude at all times. Women would be expected to wear suits. The sessions would only be open to Y members. The last few years of my marriage, my ex had really let her body go, and I had sort of done the same. Since my separation, I had worked hard to get back into good shape. While I had not been much of a swimmer before, I started swimming a lot. Part of my goal was to achieve the broad shoulder, narrow hips look of a swimmer, to the extent that age and my build would allow. I thought I had been reasonably successful in getting back into shape, and the idea of swimming nude in mixed company sounded appealing. I called the Y. The membership dues were quite reasonable. So, I filled out the paperwork and joined. I parked outside the Y about 8:40 the following Thursday evening. Going inside and downstairs to the anteroom for the pool, I met a tall, very think young lady wearing a pair of shorts over a conservative one-piece swim suit. She introduced herself as Mindy, a Y employee. "I understand that the pool is open on Thursday nights, "I said. Mindy's face got a slightly troubled look. She said, "um, well yes, but you do know the rules?" "I think so," I replied, "but, maybe you should go over them so we're sure we're on the same page." Mindy's face darkened a bit. "The swim lasts from 9:00 to 11:00. It is coed. We're billing it as 'traditional,' but in-house we call it the CFNM swim. Ladies are expected to wear suits, but men must swim nude. In fact, we don't want you wearing anything anywhere in the pool area." I smiled and said "that was what I thought. I'm fine with that." Mindy's face brightened noticeably. "You are? Cool. Let me take down your card number." She wrote the number from my Y membership card on a clipboard. "I'm the lifeguard. I'll see you in a few minutes." I smiled at Mindy again, "I guess you will see me." Mindy actually blushed. Inside the men's locker room were five other younger guys. They seem excited and were constantly talking. The gist of their conversation was that the women at the swim would have uncontrollable lust once they saw these guys' manhood. I knew better, but kept to myself. I took all of my clothes off and put them in a locker. Pulling the elastic band for the locker key over my left hand, I headed to the shower. After making sure I was clean for the pool, I toweled off my face and tossed the towel over my shoulder. The other guys had left the locker room, so I went through the door marked "pool." Not surprisingly, it was quite warm in the pool area. The five guys and six ladies in suits were sitting on benches at one end of the pool. Mindy was standing in front of them. I hurried to that end and apologized for holding things up. Mindy announced the rules, emphasizing that there was to be no sexual conduct anywhere in the Y building. Then she explained that lane dividers would be up for lap swimming for the first hour, but she would remove them and put up a net for water volleyball for the second hour. While Mindy talked, I looked over the women. Five of them were nothing special, but the sixth looked very special. She looked to be in her late 20s. She was a couple of inches shorter than I, with blonde hair cut just above her shoulders. I wouldn't call her face beautiful, but it had character and certain magnetism. She wore an older style competition one-piece suit, cut very high on the legs, tight, and relatively thin material. Her body was what caught my attention. She was obviously athletic, and her entire body was in perfect proportion. I could see the sides of her bare legs up to her hips. Her skin glowed. Not surprisingly, she (and the other women) had given the nude men a thorough look while Mindy was talking. After Mindy finished, the blonde got up and dove into one of the lap lanes. I dove into the lane next to her and quickly pulled about even. After ten laps, we both decided to hang on the poolside for a moment. The blonde looked at me and said, "You swim pretty well." I replied, "For an old man. I don't have your smooth stroke." She smiled at that. "I don't know. You seem to be a pretty strong swimmer. Hey, you want to race?" "How far," I asked. "Down and back." "Freestyle?" "Of course." "Ok," I said. The blonde called to Mindy: "we're going to race two laps if that's ok. Can you give us a start and watch who touches first?" Mindy said "sure." Mindy came over to the pool edge we were hanging on. Rather than use the blocks, we started in the water and just pushed off from the edge. I kept pretty even with the blonde until the turn. She seemed to execute a perfect flip turn, which is a skill I don't have. Suddenly, I was a couple of body lengths behind. My competitiveness was up, though, and I swam furiously but efficiently. I wasn't sure, but thought I was even at the end. Breathing hard, we both looked up at Mindy. She said "he touched first." I was inordinately pleased at that, and the blonde seemed genuinely disappointed. As our breathing slowed down, the blonde said "congratulations. Rematch?" I said, "ok, but give me a minute, you're younger." After a couple of minutes, the blonde asked if I was ready and I nodded yes. She called Mindy over again to start us. Again, I stayed pretty even until the turn. The blonde must have executed a perfect flip turn because, when I looked up after my turn, she had me by about four body lengths. Again, I tried to catch up, but I'd tried going to that well too often in one night. The blonde beat me by about four yards. Having won our rematch, the blonde was happier. She leaned across the lane divider offering a handshake. "My name's Sara." "Sara, it is a pleasure to meet you. I'm Harry." Shortly after we finished our second race, Mindy announced that it was time for water volleyball. Sara and I ended up on the same team. It was fun, but everything was going along normally until the last game. I'd noticed that Sara was very competitive. I could empathize. The last volleyball game was very close. Sara had rotated to a position in the front row in front of me. The other team's return of serve came over the net just between us. Sara lunged back for the ball and stumbled into me as I set it. In an effort to steady herself, Sara grabbed for me and her left hand grabbed my dick. She let go immediately, went fully underwater, and came up sputtering and flustered. She immediately said "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to grab you there." I smiled: "If you can see it, you're allowed to touch it." Sara smiled broadly and said "really?" "Yes." Just after that, Mindy said it was time to close up. We stood on the pool deck facing each other, me naked her in her thin suit. I tried, "It was great to meet you. Can I buy you a drink?" Sara smiled again. "Sure. Let me get showered and I'll meet you out front." I was waiting for her in the Y lobby when Sara came out with damp blonde hair, carrying a small gym bag. I said, "I hope you don't think less of me, but, after the exercise, I'd hate to cancel it out with alcohol." Sara smile again and replied, "I'm glad you said that instead of forcing me to. I don't live far from here. There is a Starbucks that says open real late. You can ride with me and I'll bring you back for your car." I got into the passenger seat of Sara's Passat and we started the introduction thing. Sara was 30. She was also a lawyer, having a transactional practice at one of our city's very large law firms. I asked, "You must have swum seriously at some point?" "Yeah, I was on the swim team at college." "I'm impressed. A serious swimmer." "Don't be too impressed. My individual best in four years was third in the conference. My senior year, our medley relay team barely qualified for the NCAAs, but we were eliminated there in the first heat." "Still, I'm very impressed. Where did you go to law school?" She named a prominent Southern law school. At that I laughed. Somewhat offended, Sara asked, "why did you laugh?" I answered, "You may not like this, but we're alumna of the same law school." Although Sara was 20 years after me, we had had some of the same Profs and conversed about our law school until she had parked and we were in Starbucks. After getting our expensive decaf coffees, we sat at a table slightly away from the other night owls. I asked Sara, "Why did you come to the swim?" She explained that she had recently broken up with a long term boyfriend: "He was getting possessive, and all he wanted was the McMansion in the burbs and two point five kids. I know I'm lawyer, and I like it, but I really don't want to be that plain vanilla. Why did you come?" I explained first about my recent divorce, then "before I met her, I guess you could say that I was a practicing nudist. I was AANR and TNS. I belonged to a non-landed club up-state and went to their monthly swims. I went to resorts in Florida and Orient Beach on St. Martin over a dozen times. My ex thought social nudism was 'perverted' and wouldn't consider it. Now that we are split, I wanted to get back into nudism, but the two resorts in easy driving range of here have "no single males' policies. Sorry, but I am a single male these days. This was close, convenient, let me get naked around other people, and swimming nude just feels so good. You were a college swimmer. Surely you've swum nude and know that." Sara shook her head, "no, I've never swum in the nude." Sara had more questions: "But, when you came out naked and we were in suits, didn't you feel exposed?" "Sure," I said, "feeling exposed is a good feeling." Sara persisted, "but we were all looking at you?" "You have to expect to be looked at if you are going naked around other people. Women look once out of curiosity, but a second look is a bit flattering." Sara blew out a bit of her coffee laughing: "Jeez, I looked at you four or five times before Mindy was done with her spiel." I responded "thank you. Besides, you were not all that modest either. The back of your suit bunches between your cheeks. The thin material shows your nipples, and what they are doing, quite clearly. And you had an obvious cameltoe." Sara blushed. "Don't get me wrong, "I continued, "you look spectacular; but you were showing a fair amount too." Sara smiled, "you really think I looked good?" "'Good' is a tremendous understatement," I replied. I had said earlier that Sara didn't have a really beautiful face. However her face changed some with the light and her expression. The longer I talked to her the more I realized that her face was also very beautiful. I asked Sara, "Ok, I've critiqued your body. Here's your chance at payback. What did you think of me?" Sara thought for a second. "You're in really great shape. I guess what impressed me the most was that you moved with confidence, as though you were fully clothed, even though you weren't wearing a thing. Also, you weren't trying to show off like those younger guys," she said. I smiled, "thank you. I've always thought that my dick is a bit too small. Thanks for not mentioning that." Sara smiled again. "No, your dick is fine. My only suggestion is to trim back your hair around it so that it is even more noticeable," she said. At that, I looked at my watch and realized that we had talked past mid-night. I said, "I'm sorry, but I have to run. I have clients coming in the morning." Sara looked at her watch: "oh my god! I have a closing at 9:00 a.m. Here, let me run you back to your car." Sara drove me back to the Y parking lot to my car. As I got out of her Passat, I asked "see you at next week's swim?" That bought me the full candlepower smile. She said, "definitely, and you better be there too, buster, with the same suit you wore tonight." This sounds a bit perverse, but I was really looking forward to swimming naked with Sara the next Thursday, even if she was wearing a suit. I was a bit stressed by her comment about my pubic hair. Of course, I could trim that myself; but I have thin but noticeable dark hair over much of my body. I thought that it would look odd to be trimmed only one place. However, giving myself a full body shave was beyond my capabilities. After an inordinate amount of somewhat embarrassing calling around, I found a salon which would give me a full body shave. I showed up for my appointment Thursday morning. A girl in her early 20s took be back to a room with a large table like a massage table, and a small work table. She said, "You can hang your clothes on the hook on the door. There's a shower down the hall to the left. Get a shower, towel off, then come back here and lie down on the table. I'll be back in a few minutes." I followed instructions, meeting another young lady who worked at the salon as I walked naked from the shower back to the "treatment" room. My young lady came back, lathered me up, and, in about an hour, I was hairless from the neck down. I give the lady credit. She had no inhibitions about reaching any part of my body where there was a hair. When she had finished, the young lady said "You'll want to shower again. Then, I suggest that you go commando. I always do after I'm shaved. It feels pretty neat." I had never been completely shaved before. When I walked out onto the pool deck at the Y that night I felt especially naked. Actually, that felt rather good. Sara walked up to me, took a step back, and looked me up and down. "You did a bit more than I had in mind, but I like it. You look good," she said. We swam our laps, had our two races (which we split again), and played water volleyball. Then we did our Starbucks thing again, talking past midnight again. When Sara let me out at my car, she smiled her full power smile, pointed a finger at me and said, "Same time next Thursday - same outfit. Be there." I felt that I was maybe looking forward too much to the Thursday night swims. The next Thursday, I showed up a little earlier and ran into Sara in the Y lobby. She gave me a light hug and a quick kiss on the cheek. Grinning, she said, "I'm very glad you're here. There might be a little surprise for you tonight." With that cryptic remark, we went downstairs and into our separate locker rooms. What had been five other guys the first two weeks had dwindled to two. I guess the realization that simply showing the women their bare dicks was not getting them laid left the others disappointed. I showered, and walked on deck. Everyone was there except Sara and Mindy. Mindy walked out of the women's locker room, cleared her throat, and said "by request, we've had a little change in the rules. I think I'd best let Sara explain." Sara walked out of the women's locker room nude. I've often heard said of various women that they looked better naked than clothed. In Sara's case, it was unquestionably true. Without the constraints of clothes, her body settled into its completely natural shape, which was a close to the perfect female form as I have seen. Her skin glowed. Sara walked to the center of the semi-circle formed by the five suited women, three nude men, and Mindy. "I asked Mindy for permission to let me swim nude too," Sara said. "I've been talking with Harry and listening to him describe how great it feels to swim with nothing on. I really wanted to try it. Also, I'd been thinking that, for two weeks, only the guys have been nude and we girls were looking at them; at least I know I was. That seemed unfair. I thought that the only fair thing was to let the guys see me nude also, so here I am." With that, she extended both arms over her head and tiled her hips slight left. Then she did a full turn. I noticed that Sara had also shaved off her pubic hair. After her brief speech, I walked up to Sara. "I'm very proud of you," I said. "You're a beautiful lady at any time, but you look absolutely fantastic now." Sara smiled broadly and gave me a hug. Then Sara took my hand and said, "Let's get our laps." As we were coming to the shallow end wall after a few laps, Sara called "stop." She said that she had a hamstring cramp, and asked if I would crouch down a bit so she could put her leg on my shoulder and stretch. As she put her leg on my shoulder, she knocked me slightly off-balance. I put out my hands towards her to steady myself, and my left hand landed exactly where her pubic hair had been. I quickly pulled my hand away and apologized. Sara smiled at me and said, "Like somebody told me, if you can see it, you are welcome to touch it." "Really?" I smiled, reached out with my right hand, and stroked her clit twice gently. Sara took her leg off of my shoulder. In a louder voice than necessary, she asked "Are we racing?" Then she went on, "I want to start from the blocks this time." The other two guys heard her and started moving along the pool deck to spots behind the starting blocks. I raised an eyebrow at Sara. "I know I'll be completely exposed on the blocks," she said. "I want to try that." We gave Mindy the wave to come over to start us, and climbed onto the blocks. Bent over, with our toes on the edge of the blocks, we were both very exposed. The other seven swimmers had all moved to the deck behind the blocks. Mindy held us for a moment before calling "go!" Sara must have slightly flubbed her turn because I stayed with her all the way down and back. We touched the wall and looked up to Mindy, who just shrugged and said "I have a dead heat." Sara cursed, "Damn, I was having too much fun. We go again." Again we climbed onto the blocks and took starting positions. Mindy held us even longer this time. Just before Mindy said "go," I heard a wolf whistle behind us. Sara smoked me this time, which was good because these races wore me out. Sara climbed out of the pool breathing a bit harder, with water dripping off of her body, looking like a vision. As I climbed out, I noticed that both of the other guys were gone. I gave Mindy a look, and she explained "I ordered the guy who whistled at Sara out. His buddy went with him. Fortunately, I wasn't quick enough to save him from being slapped."