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Camp X-TA-C

By: Many Feathers



Dale looked up from his newspaper and smiled inwardly to himself. His wife Joy had just then come into the kitchen heading immediately towards the sink where she stood rinsing out her coffee cup before pouring herself a fresh one. He smiled, because she really was a joy to look at, never failing to arouse him whenever he saw her, especially when he saw her as she was now, wearing only a man's tee-shirt and nothing else. Her tight firm little behind was peeking out at him beneath the short hem of the tee. 

At thirty-five years of age, and just over five and a half feet tall, Joy was a remarkably attractive looking woman who appeared much, much younger than she was. Her hair was lusciously dark and fell easily well past her shoulders whenever she chose to wear it down, unlike at the moment where she had it pinned loosely on top of her head in preparation for her morning facial. She had firm full breasts that had that look of maturity to them even though they had never had children together. Dale could clearly see them in his minds eye even though she now stood with her back towards him.

"Morning honey!" Dale heard his wife addressing him though she hadn't as yet even turned around to face him directly.

Dale felt a familiar twitch between his legs and nonchalantly reached for his rapidly growing member in order to readjust himself. Even before he could respond back to her with a morning greeting of his own, Joy spoke, now pouring her coffee.

"Doggy style in the hot-tub later tonight," she said as easily as if she'd been talking about the weather.

"What?" Dale finally responded back to his wife with a confused tone of voice.

"You were playing with yourself," she answered now turning around facing him, taking a simple slow sip of her coffee as she did. Dale saw the playful look in her eyes as she peered over the rim of her cup towards him.

"No I wasn't!"

"Yes you were," she stated mater of factly, still grinning, then taking another sip.

"I swear she has eyes in the back of her head!" Dale thought to himself. And then as though she could also read minds, Joy added.

"And no...I don't have eyes in the back of my head, I could see your reflection in the window."

"Gees, she's a mind-reader too!" He considered before replying. "I wasn't playing with it, I was readjusting," he said somewhat sheepishly.

"Ah huh."

Joy crossed the short few feet between them leaned over and gave him a quick sweet kiss on top of his forehead, then took a seat across from him at the table. Dale's eyes had followed the telltale movement of his wife's lovely full breasts as they moved ever so subtly beneath the thin confines of the light cotton tee-shirt. Her nipples already hard, pressing against the material, outlined now in wanton expectation.

"No really," Dale stated once again in his defense.

"Well, ok then," Joy finally relented. "I guess I have to trust you."

It was part of the game. A game they had been playing now for several months and one in which they had both found a great deal of excitement and enthusiasm for continuing. The rules were simple. Either of them would often and secretly masturbate with every intention of reaching orgasm. But they had to do so with the other person somewhere in the house at least while they did. If caught, then the "catch-ee" as they'd joked, got to name the price of catching them. Which as Dale thought about it wouldn't have been a bad thing at all, doing his wife "Doggy-style" as she'd termed it, but that was part of the game too. Being honest, as they had to be with one another for the game to continue with the same sense of secrecy and pleasure that it had been. And likewise, that same honesty was extended in the person who was able to masturbate without being caught, then informing the other of it later for the same type of reward being asked for: something of their choice or desire to be submitted to at their place of choosing.

"Besides, I wouldn't make it that obvious," Dale said defensively.

"What's obvious, is that you're hard," Joy giggled reaching her hand beneath the table and clasping her husbands firm thick throbbing erection.

"Well, what the hell do you expect?" He grinned mischievously. "Just seeing you dressed like that would raise the dead!"

Joy laughed, releasing his throbbing member much to his dismay, until she pulled the loose fitting tee-shirt up and over her head. "We still have some time before Bob and Cheryl come over this morning, wanna?"

Dale answered by standing up, his erection poking wickedly through the loose fold of his now open bathrobe, all that he'd been wearing to begin with.

"I guess you do," she smiled scooting her chair, turning it towards him as he stood in front of her, her warm inviting mouth only then encircling him, cutting off whatever words may have been trying to form inside his now pleasured mind.

#

They had only known Bob and Cheryl for a few months, meeting them shortly after moving in next door. Almost immediately the four of them had become fast friends, Joy and Cheryl nearly inseparable, which was ok with the guys as they had quickly become good and fast golf buddies as well, though their mutual interests didn't end there. Cheryl was a fiery little redhead, though unlike Joy, she wore her hair short with spikes of frosted blondish orange streaks in it that gave her an even wilder look which fit her outgoing personality. And also unlike Joy, Cheryl's breasts were considerably smaller, though very "perky" as Bob often commented, frequently reaching over to flick the tip of one whenever he thought he could get away with it without getting smacked. Something that still happened quite often. Not that Cheryl really minded, because she didn't. And she was always reaching over to pinch Bob's ass anyway. So all in all, things fairly evened out in that department.

Bob was equally attractive looking in a completely opposite way. He almost looked more like one of those rugged western cowboys with a constant five o'clock shadow about his face that never diminished no matter what time it was. And well over six feet, he made Dale look even shorter at just under. 

"So where is this place again?" Dale asked his wife.

"Cheryl said it's about a two hours drive away from here," she said packing away a few things in an overnight bag for them. "Which is why we decided to get a room and spend the night at least, rather than turn around and drive all the way back."

"But a camp?" Dale stated once again less than enthusiastically. "I'm not sure I really want to spend a weeks vacation going to camp!" he emphasized. "The last time I had to do that, I was ten years old and bored out of my mind for the month I was forced to stay there."

"This isn't the same kind of summer camp you went to," she responded. "At least I hope not," she added just under her breath.

Cheryl had heard about it through a co-worker of hers that had been going there every year. It was a "camp" for adults, for adult fun and entertainments, and not for the timid or unadventurous spirit. Not that either of them was that, but Dale still had his reservations about it even so.

"It's a nudist camp!" He'd stated initially upon hearing about it.

"No...its not!" Joy had tried explaining to him. "Yes, people can be nude, but it's not a requirement to be so, any more than its required that anyone wear clothes if they choose not to. Its about the freedom of it, and participating in the activities together, having fun!"

Dale still envisioned a group of 60 and 70 something's all standing in a line trying to learn how to do the hula together, with nothing on but their smiles.

"I'm still not so sure about this," he pouted as Joy finished packing away their travel bags.

"That's the whole point of going up today and having a look-see, meeting with the camp counselors and finding out just what we can expect if we decide to sign up for a week."

"The drive up would be a nice one", Dale considered. That and the fact they'd be going up in Bob and Cheryl's new convertible had sounded like fun.

"And besides...didn't Cheryl and I promise we'd flash some truck driver along the way?" she added with a wicked looking smile.

"Well, there was that," he mused, then followed Joy out to the car where their friends sat patiently waiting.

#

As was usually the case with Bob driving, Joy took the passenger seat next to him while Dale and Cheryl shared the backseat. Since the boys and girls spent so much time together, it was during their forays out together that they would often pair up in this fashion, as the conversations were usually livelier and friendlier this way. Not to mention much more interesting whenever the girls were in a particular 'mood' as they obviously both were this day. They had barely been on the road less than an hour, already beginning the gradual ascent into the mountains, when Cheryl unbuttoned her blouse which she had worn specifically for this purpose, allowing her "perky" breasts to peek tantalizingly free, as Dale periodically reminded himself as they continued driving along.

"You're incorrigible!" Joy laughed glancing back over the seat towards her friend.

"Well we did promise!" she responded with feigned innocence.

"Yes, you did!" Bob agreed, reminding her.

Joy had worn a red with white polka-dot bikini top and a pair of white, tight-fitting shorts. Deftly, she reached behind herself unclasping the catch, but rather than removing her top completely, she just allowed it to hang there supported by her full breasts.

"Just in case," she winked back at her husband. "I'd hate for Bob to get a ticket for indecent exposure!"

"I'm not the one exposed," he laughed back.

"Ah...but you are growing harder, and I'd say that at least qualifies for indecent exposure!" Joy quipped.

They had been together long enough that such banter back and forth amongst themselves had become the norm. They had hot-tubbed together naked on several occasions, so being in various aroused states around one another came as no surprise. They had even gotten fairly soused one evening, and ended up making love in front of one another, which they had all found very erotic and very arousing. But they hadn't crossed any lines beyond that, at least not yet anyway.

Ahead Bob spotted an eighteen-wheeler heading down the two-lane highway towards them.

"Here comes one!" He announced unnecessarily, as the girls had already spotted its approach.

"Ready? Cheryl asked already lifting herself up slightly away from the seat, clasping the bottom corners of her blouse within her hands.

"Ready as I'll ever be," Joy responded readying herself as well.

Moments before the big rig came at them, both women sat up proudly displaying their magnificent breasts to the driver, receiving in kind as they hoped that they would, a nice long blast of the drivers horn as he passed, along with a friendly wave.

Settling back in their seats, neither woman covered herself up, content at least for the moment to drive topless, the feel of the warm hot summers sun dancing and playing about their exposed femininity.

"So tell me about this so called summer camp," Dale asked turning towards Cheryl, enjoying the view as he did.

"All I know is what I've already told Joy. One of the women I work with, she and her husband have been going there every year now for the past four years. She told me that it was something they didn't think they'd enjoy the first time they went either, but found out just how wrong they were. She also said it was something we had to experience for ourselves, and then decide. But to keep an open mind about it. A 'very' open mind."

"That's it? That's all she'd tell you?"

"Pretty much. But I know Darlene. And if anyone has a wild side wilder than hers is, I'd like to meet them."

"Me too!" Bob laughed from the drivers seat. "I've only met her once at a Christmas party, but she was running around half the night trying to get as many people as possible, men and women, to kiss her breast, then autograph it. By the end of the evening, she was covered in signatures!"

"Yeah well, that may be good and fine and all that. But the last thing I want to do is learn how to canoe, weave baskets, or learn the hula."

"Well, you would be naked!" Joy teased. "That could be fun, especially the hula part," she added.

"Yeah right."

"Oh come on now Dale sweetie," Cheryl teased. "Joy and I would both be naked too ya know. Wouldn't you enjoy watching us riding horses or hiking off someplace together for a nice friendly picnic?"

Dale couldn't help but smile over that one. The image of the two women riding together brought up delicious naughty little thoughts to mind.

"We'll see," he finished, not willing to so easily give in to all of this. "We'll see."

#

"According to the brochure, the turn off should be just around the next bend," Joy stated glancing up from the pamphlet she'd been giving directions from. The girls had already mad themselves presentable once again, much to Dale and Bob's dismay, but their drive up the canyon had been interesting to say the least.

"There!" Cheryl pointed out, the first to catch the small sign near the turn off.

"Camp X-Ta-C", Dale read shaking his head. "I wonder how many actually put two and two together," he commented.

"Well I'm sure they don't want it to appear too obvious," Joy told her husband. "The brochure guarantees privacy as well as security," she added.

They drove up the winding dirt road another half mile before reaching a security gate where an armed guard checked their I.D.'s, matching them against a scheduled appointment list before letting them through.

"You'll find the main lodge off to your right about another mile up this road," he stated stepping back and waving them through the security gate.

"You sure this isn't a prison facility?" Dale questioned still less than enthusiastic about coming here in the first place.

"Well it certainly will be if you keep thinking like that," Joy responded, giving her husband an aggravated look in the process. Dale thought better of responding afterwards and settled down in his seat for the short ride to the lodge. 

"Here we are," Bob proclaimed as the enormous rustic looking lodge came into view. "Camp Ecstasy!"

#

There were actually two separate entrances into the main building. Off to the far left was what appeared to be the guest check in area. To their right, a sign indicated the general office business entry where they'd been directed to come. Upon entering, they were greeted by a young woman receptionist who checked off their names and invited them to have a seat while she contacted the camp director to let her know they were all here.

"There's refreshments and snacks while you're waiting," she pointed out. "I'll let Marsha know that you're here." With that the young attractive looking woman exited through another side door and returned a few minutes later. "She'll be with you shortly, she's currently finishing up with another couple," she informed them.

"Excuse me...miss?" Dale asked the receptionist. "Do you have another brochure, something a bit more detailed about what type of activities and such is offered here with the stay?"

The young woman smiled demurely. "Marsha will go over all of that with you inside," she said simply. "She shouldn't be any more than a couple of minutes."

It was true, the small pamphlet that Joy and Cheryl had been given hadn't explained much, just enough to spark some curiosity with phrases like "An adult experience unlike no other", and "Adventure and excitement in a pristine outdoors environment for the uninhibited explorer".

Just then a buzzer on the receptionist's desk sounded. "She's ready to see you now, please...follow me."

The four of them quickly stood and stepped behind the young woman into yet another hallway, leading into a massive, rich, though still rustic looking area that at first, the four of them took to be yet another waiting area. "Please, have a seat, Marsha will be right out." With that, the young woman left.

There were a number of plush leather chairs and a long couch that sat in a horseshoe like configuration in front of a massive looking oak desk. Upon it were neatly stacked forms long with a nameplate that read: Marsha Devarow - Director.  Off to the left everyone noticed a fully stocked bar with a sign reading: "Please help yourselves". Easily seen were a variety of soft drinks, along with several wines and a fully stocked bar of 'mini's for just about every hard alcoholic beverage imaginable.

"Well hell, I'm going to pour me a wine!" Dale stated crossing over towards the bar.

"Get me one too!" His wife asked him.

Bob likewise joined Dale at the bar, though he quickly poured himself a scotch, fixing his wife Cheryl a light white wine. And though it was indeed still early in the day, they all felt a little excited, even apprehensive for one reason or another, and thought the alcohol a good idea for putting them in more of a relaxed mood. They had each just retaken their seats when the sound of a nearby door opening alerted them to the fact that someone was indeed about to join them. What they didn't expect, was to see a tall attractive brunette enter the room through that door, entirely nude!

"Hello, I'm Marsha Devarow," she said smiling. "Camp X-TA-C's director," she said emphasizing each syllable of the camps name exactly the way it appeared on the signage."

"Holy cow!" Bob exclaimed a second later voicing everyone's surprise in the process.

Marsha grinned walking over to sit at her desk. "Welcome," she said pausing for a moment, letting the still stunned foursome more fully digest her nudity before continuing. "The reason I am nude, is for several reasons. First to quickly let you be aware of the atmosphere of the camp. It is certainly not a requirement that you be nude while you're here, but many will be. Secondly, you are awarded special activity points for coming nude, or being nude at most of the activities. And trust me, there is plenty of incentive there for those who wish to participate, like 50% off of next years booking just for one. And finally, it helps me in getting an idea whether or not I think a person, or in this case persons are right for our camp and will be able to fit in and enjoy themselves. One major rule we have here and follow, is just because you may be interested and willing to pay for your stay, it doesn't mean we will even accept you unless we're confident that you're not only aware of what we offer here, but that you can participate and thus enhance everyone else's enjoyment and reason for being here. So, that being said, let me go through with you in greater detail about what camp X-TA-C is all about!"

Marsha spent the next hour going over a detailed list of the camps accommodations as well as many of the various activities. Dale couldn't help but smile inwardly at the flushed cheeks of his wife's face, as well as Cheryl's as they all listened. Even Bob shifted somewhat uncomfortably in his seat as Marsha answered several delicate questions courteously and professionally.

"Well, anyone have any other questions?" she asked. When it appeared that no one did, she then invited them for a camp tour. "Once again, as part of our incentive to participate, we're offering a hundred dollars off per person if you're willing to disrobe and join me on the tour naked. There's a pair of complimentary sandals for each of you that you can take with you, and bring back if you decide to stay with us, either way they're yours to keep." With that she stood expectantly waiting for the four slightly embarrassed people to make up their minds.

"Hell, I'm game!" Cheryl said leading, and immediately began removing her clothing much to Marsha's delight. "There's a bank of lockers right over there," she said pointing, along with a selection of sandals for you to wear." Dale wasn't too surprised when Joy, not to be outdone by Cheryl's boldness, began undressing as well.


Camp X-TA-C



"Well? It IS a hundred off the price," she said smiling at Dale. "Come on...chicken," she added with a mischievous wink.

Though somewhat reluctantly, Bob and Dale both soon joined the girls until the five off them stood naked together, with Marsha smiling approvingly.

"First, I'll show you our accommodations and where you'll be staying," she stated. "Please, follow me."

#

Two weeks later they were pulling into the same dirt road, only this time they'd be staying for the entire week. At first, Bob hadn't been too thrilled to discover that they'd be staying in Tipi's, rather than some sort of luxurious room accommodations. During their tour, Marsha had taken them to where the sleeping areas where, and pointed out the various sized Tipi's, along with the individual amenities offered with each. They had all four decided to split the cost of one of the larger units. There was certainly plenty of space, and to everyone's surprise including Bob's, as rustic looking as they were, they appeared to be both warm and cozy. There was a fire pit located in the middle of the Tipi flooring, and though it was certainly warm during the day, the evenings could become quite cool in comparison. A fresh supply of wood sat outside the Tipi, replenished each and every morning. There beds were spacious, and certainly comfortable with enormous Indian blankets covering each along with an authentic buffalo hide both for effect as well as for warmth. The flooring was a mixture of soft hides and pelts that felt delicious to walk on, and there was actually a sitting area within the Tipi itself for relaxing or awaiting one of the camps many scheduled activities. Located near by, each unit had its own self-contained restroom with running water.

"Where are the showers though?" Dale had wondered after settling in. Joy read their area map only to discover the showers were communal, and open. She laughed. 

"I guess they get you naked one way or the other don't they?" she teased. "At least the bathroom's are private!"

"What I want to know, is where do we go for breakfast?" Bob questioned. They had all settled in, the girls already opting to go naked, though both Bob and Dale had chosen to wear brief swim suits in lie of going all natural. Cheryl quickly located the again open-aired restaurant area on their map, and they headed there immediately. 

"So, what's first on the schedule after breakfast?" Dale questioned curiously. "Not hula dancing I hope."

"Nope! It says here that it's a 'get acquainted' meeting and that everyone checking in should be in attendance. It's worth 50 points for going," to which she looked up at both Bob and Dale glaring at them, "and an additional 50 points for each person showing up in the nude."

"Hey...I'm almost nude!" Dale argued.

"Not hardly," Joy sighed. "You really do need to lighten up honey if you expect to have any fun here. Come on, where's that naughty adventurous side of you I know and love so well?"

"But what if?"

"What if what?" she asked.

"You know..."

Joy laughed. "Sweetie? If you get an erection because of some good-looking pair of breasts standing nearby, then so be it. Didn't you read the 'bonus' point's category? It said right in there that any men who actually do sport an erection during any of the activities are awarded an additional 10 points. Hell baby, you could be racking up a ton of them if you'd just get into the spirit of things!"

"That's the problem," Bob actually interjected. "I'm worried I'll be too nervous too get one!"

With that, the girls laughed, taking their soon naked boys in tow, and headed off to breakfast.

#

During breakfast, Dale was somewhat relieved to discover that many of the people in attendance where just like themselves, and most if not all were indeed naked with the rare exception of one individual or another. Additionally, it wasn't the geriatric crowd that he'd been worried about finding either, though there were certainly several older couples in attendance, none of which at least required the use of a walker to get around with. After finishing a delicious breakfast of nearly everything imaginable being offered, they joined the throng of people who slowly made there way towards the main pavilion where they were greeted by a young naked man wearing a short breech cloth.

"Why couldn't we at least be allowed to wear one of those?" Dale questioned seriously. No one bothered answering him however as they were ushered inside, each given a colorful ribbon and told to tie it about their upper arm.

"Mine's blue," Joy, said pleased. Blue was her favorite color. 

"Mine's red," Cheryl stated smiling excitedly.

Bob held up a yellow ribbon showing it off as Dale grimaced showing a black one.

"Go figure," he stated less than enthusiastically. "I wonder what we're supposed to do with these?"

"Shhh," Joy told him as they found a comfortable seat, taking them just as Marsha the camp director approached the podium.

"Welcome Camp X-TA-C!" she nearly shouted not even bothering to use the microphone that had been provided. "I am sure that most of you by now have had a chance to settle in, read through the programs, and hopefully sign up for many of the activities and events. For those of you who do, and who will participate, we'll be awarding some very valuable prizes during the last nights stay here. So it's worth your while to try and participate in as many functions or activities as you can. There will be plenty of competition, excitement, not to mention some fun surprises along the way for those of you who do!"

There was a nervous chitterling amongst the gathering, to which Marsha smiled, then calmed everyone in saying, "I know you're all wondering about the colored ribbons." Most everyone had already tied them around and about their upper arms as they'd been told to do earlier. "Behind me, through the opening you'll find six colored flags. Locate the matching flag of the color you're wearing, then form a single file line, man-woman, man-woman. Everyone understand that?"

Everyone did.

"Ok then, everyone follow me and I'll explain the rest of it to you all shortly!"

Stepping out into the warm sunlight, Dale saw that there were indeed six colored flags at the head of what appeared to be six lanes marked carefully within the soft grass of a long open field. Taking his place in line between a tall buxom looking woman with long blonde hair, and a rather petite, though slightly older woman than he was made him immediately nervous and apprehensive. And just as Bob had feared, the last thing he needed to worry about was sporting an erection. If anything, it was just the opposite and he had to fight to keep from dropping his hand down in some vain effort to conceal his discomfort. Many, if not most of the other men stood naturally, very relaxed. No doubt many of them having come here a second, if not third time already, and very much aware of whatever it was that was about to take place. The only good thing was, none of the men seemed to be aroused at the moment at least.

"As I mentioned to you all earlier, this is a 'get acquainted' type of activity, both for brand new participants as well as those of you who have been here with us before. But it's a great way to meet some of your fellow guests, and begin to shed some of that shyness and inhibitions that many of you have brought with you."

"Ah oh," Dale thought to himself, catching a knowing smile and a wink from the Petite older woman standing behind him.

"Don't worry," she whispered knowingly. "It's actually a lot more fun than you think!"

Dale quickly learned along with everyone else, that they were about to participate in a very unusual relay race, with the winning team each receiving ten points towards the final nights total accumulations.

"Now then, I want each of you to lie side-by-side, head to toe...male, female, just as I explained earlier."

"This should be interesting," Dale mused, looking over to see his wife standing in the next lane across from him. Only she wasn't looking his way, she was staring down at the very firm tight buns of the six-foot Adonis standing in front of her.

"Now obviously the object of this race is to finish first, but you have to over come the human obstacles, standing in front of you as well as behind you, and this is the way you're all going to do that," Marsha began.

Marsha then went on to explain that this relay race would require the last person laying down in line would then be required to roll over the top of the person in front of them and continue to do so until reaching the end of the line where the next person in line at the back would then do the same until the first person was once again the last person. At that point the second part of the relay race would begin with the traditional "leap-frog" until once again the first person had become the last person jumped over by everyone else.

"At the end of the race, both the 1st and last place teams will then join with me over here," she indicated. "So, everyone take your positions in your lanes and listen for the whistle to begin," she finished.

Moments later, the race began.

#

Dale had already calculated that there were at least twelve members per team, though curiously, on two of the teams there were more females than males participating.  At the sound of the whistle, he lay waiting for his teammates to roll over the top of him until it was his turn to do so as well. The sound of laughter all about him told him that many were finding it a bit more difficult than originally expected. Seconds later, the older gal behind him suddenly rolled over the top of him, and then it was his turn.  By the time he had taken his kneeling position for the 2nd part of the relay race, he glanced over to see how his wife's team was doing, only to discover that blonde haired Adonis in front of her, also kneeling, was happily showing a large firm erection.

"Damn!" he thought to himself as one of the camp workers walked by taking note of it. And as he did, he also noticed as Joy knelt on the ground directly behind him that she was taking note of it too, and smiling!

"And the 1st place team is the Red team!" Marsha announced minutes later. With the Black team coming in last!" she added with a friendly boo coming from the rest of the crowd. "So, would each of these two teams quickly join me?" she asked.

As everyone else gathered around, she motioned the two teams to take up sides on either end of a large mud-filled hole in the ground. A long rope had been laid out across the top of it. "As you can all see, this final challenge will be a tug of war!" The team who successfully pulls the other team into the mud pit will be given an additional 25 points per person," Marsha stated. So even though the Black team didn't score any points for the relay race, they can at least still score an additional 25 points here if they should win this event. Oh, and one more thing, Marsha paused before continuing. "Those of you not involved in the tug of war? You're invited to go up to those who are, and do whatever you'd like to do to them in some effort to distract them. You're not allowed to help by tugging on the ropes, or forcing them to let go of the ropes, but...you can touch, tickle, or do whatever else you'd like to do to any of them to try and sway the outcome of this particular little event."

Once again the whistle sounded, and Dale began tugging on the rope just as the face of a familiar petite little individual began tugging on something else entirely.

#

"Did you see that? Did you see what she was doing?" Dale asked his friends after the tug of war was over. And though his team had actually won that event, he was still in a state of surprise at the woman's own boldness.

Joy and Cheryl simply laughed as they recalled the entire incident. Though Dale, along with several other participants were rewarded with additional bonus points for eventually having erections.

"So, what's next on today's agenda then?" Bob asked.

"Nothing much until this evening," Cheryl told them. "Its sort of a free day to take a walk around, relax in the hot-baths, or take a nice walk through the forest, whatever we'd like to do. Later on this evening though, there is something called "Show and Tell" that anyone going to can sign up for once inside."

"Show and Tell?" Dale questioned. "That certainly sounds interesting," he admitted.

"Not only that, but it says here that 200 points can be awarded to the ultimate show and teller!" Joy said grinningly. "This really should be interesting!"

#

It was just after sundown, and after their evening meal when a majority of the campers began funneling in to one of the main lodges auditoriums. Joy had already taken one of the entry forms on their way in and was reading through it.

"What's it say?" Dale asked.

"Apparently there are two types of entries for show and tell. One is a hundred point award for the best naughty story told, which will be voted on by each of us in the audience. The other is a two hundred point award for the most arousing, naughty sex-act performed live on stage!"

"You're kidding me!" Dale exclaimed. "You're serious? You mean to tell me they're actually inviting people to go up on stage and have sex...in front of everyone else?"

"Apparently!" Joy mused thoughtfully.

"Don't even think about it," he told her. But somehow, he knew she already was. Even Bob was hesitant, though he admitted he was looking forward to see if anyone actually got on stage and did anything in front of everyone else. And obviously, someone would...eventually anyway. After all, that's sort of why many of the people came here, to show off, "exhibitionist heaven", he'd called it earlier.

"What are you doing?" Bob asked his wife as he saw her filling out one of the forms.

"I know a very...naughty story," she told everyone. "And I'm gonna tell it!"

"Which one is that?" Bob asked worriedly. "Not the one about your sister and those twins!" he said guessing.

"No, not that one, though that one was pretty good. I was thinking about the time that I met you at that party? When you were still with your old girlfriend?"

Bob grinned. "Oh yeah, that one. That WAS pretty naughty wasn't it?" He admitted openly.

"You never told me about that," Joy prodded her friend.

"Well, you're about to hear it now then," she eagerly explained, handing her entry submission form off to one of the camp workers who was busily gathering up several submissions from the rapidly growing audience.

"Wonder how many are signing up for the show part," Dale whispered in his wife's ear. Glad that she hadn't filled out one of the forms herself like Cheryl had.

Just then the lights flickered, growing dark as a spotlight suddenly appeared on stage. And once again, Marsha's familiar face and still nude body stepped into that light.

"Welcome to our naughty 'show and tell' night," she told everyone. "You'll notice that in each of the arm rests of the chair you are sitting in is a key pad. At the end of the evening, you'll all be asked to type in the number of the contestant who was your favorite naughty story told, as well as for the most erotic, naughty sex act performed live on stage for us tonight!"

There was much cheering as well as snickering coming from the audience as the excitement level grew. Obviously many in attendance had come to one of these before.

"And for those of you who are new here, even if you don't come up and perform for us live on stage, you can still earn a few points even where you sit. Our camp officials will continue to circulate around through the audience, gathering those last minute applications for those of you who may change your minds and wish to participate."

"Fat chance," Dale whispered to his wife once again.

"Shhh!" she cautioned, telling him to be quiet.

"But as I mentioned, for those of you in the audience, who might become aroused and a bit frisky during the performances tonight? Well, dependant upon how frisky, and what you may or may not being doing out there, those same camp officials will be taking note and awarding various points even for that. So have fun everyone, enjoy yourselves, and enjoy the show!"

Moments later the first naughty story teller contestant was announced. Admittedly, all four found the setting quite arousing and extremely stimulating as the first contestant was a female, with enormous breasts and gigantic dark nipples that couldn't help but be stared at. Sitting simply upon a stool, she began to tell her erotic little story, and as she did, they also all noticed that she quite often would reach up fondling one of those magnificent breasts, adding a bit of an unusual dimension to the story telling itself.

"Gonna be hard to beat that one," Bob exclaimed after she had finished. Everyone took note of the fact that Bob sat there with a pretty hard firm erection of his own after the telling.

"Think it was the story? Or watching her touching herself?" Cheryl wondered aloud.

Joy laughed, "A bit of both I imagine," she stated. "But I think she just set the standard for everyone else," she added with a curious look towards her friend.

"Yeah, I was just thinking about that too," Cheryl admitted quietly.

Three more storytellers took their turns on stage, and then Cheryl's name was announced as the last of this particular group.

"Make it good!" Joy encouraged her excitedly; watching Cheryl's sexy nude form make it's way up on stage.

Dale noticed that Bob seemed slightly nervous and uncomfortable. "You worried about what she's going to share with everyone?" He snickered asking him.

"No, not really. It's just that I'm the first to admit hearing all these stories has gotten me very aroused, and to be honest with you, I'm a bit embarrassed about it!" Dale laughed. He knew what his friend meant. Both he and Bob had been shifting themselves periodically, even attempting to rest his hands within his lap as a lame way to conceal his excitement, made worse when he actually had to stand up in order to allow Cheryl to pass. What he didn't think anyone knew, or even saw, was when Cheryl had lightly brushed her hand against his stiff prick as she walked by him. For a moment he thought it an incidental contact, but she had turned, looking at him with a knowing smile even as Joy wished her luck on stage.

Once again all eyes were on Cheryl as she sat upon the stool and began her erotic little tale.

All three of them sat listening, enthralled as Cheryl began to weave the imagery of her erotic naughty little encounter with Bob, all under the nose of his then long time girl friend who was completely oblivious to the first of their "quickie" fucks in the bathroom that evening. Not only was her story telling intriguing and exciting however, but Cheryl unabashedly caressed herself, touching herself throughout the telling, even stopping at times with brief pauses, soft mewling little moans coming from her as she caressed or touched before continuing. Towards the end, she had even incorporated the use of the microphone, which was pretty innovative as she slipped it carefully between her legs, or between her breasts during those short pauses before continuing.

Dale hadn't even realized in the beginning that Joy had actually placed her hand around his cock and had been gently stroking it up and down. So lost in the visuals and the excitement of hearing those naughty, almost dirty thoughts and words coming from his friend, he found himself looking at her through lust filled eyes and the passion and excitement she continued weaving through her words.

"Fuck!" he heard someone else mutter in the darkness behind them. It was as good a compliment as any to her performance.

When Cheryl finally finished just under the allotted time they were given, there was a momentary silence throughout the auditorium, and rightfully so. As Cheryl had finished her worded story even as she seemed to convulse there on stage, as though in the throes of orgasmic relief. Something that none of the other contestants had done. And unlike all of the others, there wasn't just a brief smattering of applause, but roaring, almost defaming explosion of cheering and clapping, many of the spectators actually standing, hardon's in hand in some cases.




Camp X-TA-C



Even as Cheryl began making her way back to her seat, she was congratulated by several people who continued to stand applauding her performance. Once again, she stopped in front of Joy, giving her friend a warm affectionate little kiss on the cheek, then smiled wickedly at Dale as well as her husband as she took her seat between them.

"So, did you like that?" she asked glancing down at her husbands swollen stiff member. "I guess you did!" she laughed kissing him.

It took a moment longer to quiet down everyone, but once again Marsha was seen taking center stage. "Well, I'm pretty sure we all know who the winner will be of the "tell" portion of the program, but to make it official, we'd still like all of you to go ahead and vote now, using your keypads. We'll announce both of tonight's winners a bit later. But now, we'd like to introduce our first daring couple of the evening..."

There were a number of available props that each of the contestants were allowed to choose from. The first couple had chosen a simple chair, with the husband or boyfriend sitting down while his female companion mounted him with her back towards the audience. And though it was indeed interesting as well as arousing to watch them actually doing it, Dale couldn't help but compare Cheryl's solo performance as being even more exciting than this. He did give the couple credit however as they did shift positions, and even replaced the chair in a sideways position. Having only a ten-minute time frame to work with, it did keep the action pretty fast-paced or boring, not that watching someone live was or could actually be boring, but even some porn movies tended to get that way for him.

"That wasn't too bad," Bob stated afterwards. 

"What? Their performance or me stroking your cock?" Cheryl asked him playfully. Even in the dimly lit atmosphere of the room Dale could see that Bob was blushing furiously. He had also noticed that twice now, one of the camp officials had walked by their isle, taking notes in his book and smiling in their direction.

"Maybe its time I gave you a little pleasure too!" Dale told his wife.

"I was hoping you would," she said seriously. "I have to admit, between Cheryl's story and that last couple, I'm sitting here on the edge!"

The very next couple out was a bit of a surprise, though it shouldn't have been perhaps. Two women came out on stage and placed a comfortable looking air mattress down, to which they then took up positions in an erotic little '69' and began pleasuring one another. And though it was curiously interesting to watch, for no other reason than it was two women, unfortunately, there really wasn't much else to be seen or enjoyed. Finally with just a couple of minutes to spare, one of the women scooted back, now hand-slapping her partners pussy with fairly resounding pat-slaps of her hand. Something she seemed to be more than enthusiastically enjoying, suddenly crying out with needed release, and urges for her partner girlfriend to slap her friend's pussy even harder.

"Wow! Now that's hot!" Dale admitted openly.

"Yes, it is!" Joy said in agreement, even as she lifted her legs, resting them on the back of the seats in front of them, spreading herself even more openly, more lewdly than she ever had been. "Do that to me!" She told Dale wantonly. "Slap my cunt!"

Dale was both shocked as well as surprised by his wife's newfound boldness, but he found himself doing just that, hearing the murmurs of surprised delight coming from their two friends who sat watching him as he did, along with several others sitting around them as well. Dale even took note of one of the 'officials' once again walking by, stopping and actually watching the two of them for several long moments, even as the performance on stage ended.

"Maybe the two of you should enter this thing!" Cheryl quipped playfully. "Watching you two was even more exciting than watching the two of them!"

Dale was surprised when he found himself half-tempted. Never before in his life did it seem that he'd ever been 'this' horny before. Nor could he remember Joy being this aroused before either. She'd never been shy in their love-making to be sure, and usually quite vocal as well especially during the throes of climax. But to watch her, see her totally and completely abandon herself in this way with so many looking on as she did, gave him a sense of pride as well as a new-found appreciation for his wife's thrilling sexuality.

By the time the last performer was announced for the evening, Dale was on the verge of exploding. He and Dale had alternated turns pleasuring one another as they watched; delighted with the way the evening had turned out, much to Dale's surprise.

"And last...but certainly not least, a returning member from last year, Janet Farnsworth!"

"A solo?" Dale wondered aloud.

There was a cheering round of applause at the announcement of her name. Obviously several others who were sitting in the audience remembered her. 

"This should be interesting," Cheryl wondered once again glancing down at Dale's hard stiff erection which Joy continued to slow stroke. "Though...this certainly has been as well," she added with a teasing laughter, shared with Joy as she nodded her head in agreement.

"Damn anxious to get back to the Tipi!" she stated seriously.

"I know what you mean!" Joy confirmed. "Looking forward to it."

"Me too," Cheryl smiled with a sly wink.

Dale saw her do that, and couldn't help but wonder. Not that they hadn't been in the same room and made love in front of one another before, but they'd all been a bit tipsy then, and not nearly as horny as he was sure they all were now.

"Damn!" Bob moaned, redirecting all their attention back on stage.

Janet, as they now knew her to be called, had begun with what appeared to be a nice sexy little solo finger-fuck masturbatory session. And Dale certainly enjoyed seeing that, often encouraging Joy to do so for him whenever she could, so he did find it erotic to watch, obviously as had many others.

Janet had large breasts too, perhaps even a bit larger than Joy's. But she certainly had much larger nipples. Even at this distance, Dale could see their firmness, especially when she would take one of them between her fingers, pinching, and then pulling on it, lifting it up and away from her breast, taking her breast with it and letting it hang there as she continued teasing it, simultaneously still working the depths of her pussy with her other hand.

"Ohhh, I bet that hurts so goo!" Cheryl shuddered with enthusiasm. "I wish MY nipples were that big!"

"Me too!" Joy admitted. "But I like having mine pulled on like that too, don't I honey?"

"Huh?"

"Never mind...just pinch my nipples, hard!" she said as Dale began doing so without really realizing that he was.

At that moment, a little red light appeared on both sides of the stage, signaling to the participant that they had less than a minute's time remaining. As though on cue however, and perfectly timed, Janet began that all too familiar hand-slapping technique to herself, doing so rapidly several times, then stopped suddenly. There was almost a hushed whisper that circulated the room at that point, then in the next instant, a fiery stream of clear fluid suddenly shot up into the air spilling forth from the woman's cunt as she ejaculated, slapping herself once, twice again, then spewing another even more forceful jettison of her female spunk high into the air.

"Holy shit!" Dale heard himself exclaim. "Did you see that?" He glanced over towards his wife who was at this point smacking her own cunt in a similar fashion, and he knew by the look in his wife's face, that though she might not be ejaculating the way that Janet had just finished doing, she was riding high on the waves of her own glorious orgasm.

#

They soon funneled out of the auditorium and began making their way back to their own Tipi. As expected, Cheryl had indeed won for best story telling, and Janet with her solo performance. But of interest, it wasn't the sound of Crickets that filled their respective ears on the way back, but the sound of love making that was beginning to occur throughout the entire camp.

"Are we that noisy?" Dale kiddingly asked his wife as they walked back between two of the individual units that were making particularly interesting sounds at the moment as they passed. And even more note-worthy, one of them had a nice large fire going, that easily silhouetted the couple inside as she sat atop her lover, thrusting herself up and down upon him furiously.

"Maybe a small fire," Joy whispered over to Cheryl as they walked, then giggled knowingly.

To the guys surprise, once inside their spacious Tipi, it was at the girls suggestion that they move all their bedding closer together.

"What are the two of you up to anyway?" Dale wondered asking. The girls simply looked at one another, nodding their heads. He had known earlier they'd been discussing something in secret.

"Well, we both know how much we all enjoyed that evening together."

Bob and Dale both knew of course to which evening the girls were referring. They had talked about it the entire next day on the golf course.

"Yeah? So?

"So...we also know that you've 'both' hinted at maybe doing it again, or more to the point, doing a lot more than we did that night."

They had talked about it of course, though Dale hadn't thought it to be something Joy would consider very seriously.

"And?"

"Well honey...I know you would love to taste Cheryl's pussy, just as I would..."

Now that was something he hadn't been expecting.

"And I would also enjoy pleasuring Bob too, unless he or you have any objections about that."

The girls stood together arm in arm looking towards their husbands. Dale turned sheepishly towards Bob. "So-k with me, if it's Ok with Bob here," he managed to stammer.

Bob answered by way of bending over in order to begin moving the beds.

"Just as I thought," Cheryl laughed as the girls began helping them.

They had started a small, but very warm fire. Then much to their surprise and pleasure, the girls quickly positioned themselves in such a way that Dale found himself at first licking Cheryl's sweet pussy while his wife was sucking on him. Likewise, Bob was enjoying himself with Joy's sweet cunt, having his own cock attended to by Cheryl as they formed a very relaxed and very comfortable daisy chain upon their now very large sized bed. After a time they switched places and Dale felt Cheryl's mouth engulfing his rigidly stiff member for the first time.

"Who'd have thought?" He spoke. "Camp X-TA-C!" he near cheered.

"Shut up and fuck me," Cheryl told him a moment later. So he did.

#

They had taken a late breakfast after sleeping in, though not before first showering in the open-aired communal shower. But even that had proven to be stimulating, as Dale had found himself standing next to Janet as they washed. 

"Mind doing my back?" she had asked him, though she also sought Joy's approval simultaneously.

Joy grinned, giving her approval. "Sure did enjoy your performance last night," she told the woman.

"Thank you, and I enjoyed your story," she said addressing Cheryl. "That gave me all the incentive and excitement I needed in order to have a nice hard fluid orgasm!"

"Boy I'll say!" Joy enthusiastically agreed. "Wish I could do that, Dale would love it!"

"Oh but honey...you can! Hell, I couldn't, or didn't until three years ago, the first time I came up here to camp. But I took that course they're offering. In fact, its the one that's scheduled for this afternoon in fact."

Joy remembered looking over the schedule. "That masturbation class?" she asked.

"Yeah, that's it."

"We really didn't consider it seriously," she mused. "That's one area that neither Dale or I seem to have any problem with doing."

"Oh honey...its not a class for people who have problems enjoying it, it's a class for people who DO enjoy it, and who can learn so much more in order to enjoy it even more than they already are. The four of you really should sign up for it, I'm going to be there myself!"

"Well hell, in that case," Joy left off saying. 

"Now...mind doing my breasts too?" she asked with a sly wink towards the two girls.

"Maybe they should each do one," Cheryl suggested with a laugh. But the boys had already agreed to that very same idea.

#

Frankly, Dale was surprised to find that so many people had signed up for the class. There were at least sixteen people in attendance all total. And the fact that the class was being held in one of the larger sized Tipi's made it even more interesting as they had all been instructed to form a perfect circle around their instructor as she stood in the middle of them.

Dale noted that she was obviously Native American, with long dark braided hair that fell well down past the middle of her back. Her skin was copper-toned, smooth looking without a trace of hair anywhere, causing her near fully exposed femininity to puff out invitingly so.

"Now then, before we begin, is there any one here that doesn't want me to touch them? Male or female?" she asked.

Taking a quick survey around the room, she noticed that no one seemed to object to her statement though there was a nervous chittering from a few.

"Good, because we're here to have fun and not offend anyone," she stated simply. "And hopefully, with what I'm here to show you today, and with what you'll experience here today, will prove to be both a rewarding as well as very pleasurable experience! Now then, lets start off with the guys shall we? Lets begin by getting those cocks all nice and hard!"

Embarrassment shown all around, but only briefly. One by one, either through their own doing, or through the help of their respective partners, each of the guys in attendance was soon fully erect. Joy couldn't help but find the many differences amongst them both arousing as well as interesting. There was virtually every size and shape of cock imaginable. One or two were enormous, others were thicker or fatter, a few shorter but still hard as a rock. Each one in its own way unique and wonderfully aroused.

Satisfied, the instructor took another quick survey off all the proudly displayed pricks in hand. "Wonderful!" she commented. "Now, the first technique I am going to show you, which some of you may already know, but for those of you who don't, it's still enjoyable to watch. Now, I'd like a volunteer to come stand next to me for a demonstration, then I will come around and demonstrate the technique on each of you individually as well, and show your partners how to do it, and also explain why."

To his surprise, Joy actually volunteered her own husband before anyone else had gotten up enough courage to do so themselves. Before he even knew what he was doing, Dale found himself standing in the center of attraction with everyone else looking on.

After first applying a small dab of lubrication to his prick, "Sonny" as she was called, then took Dale's member in hand and began her demonstration.

"Now I call this...the 'twist top,'" she stated simply. "It's not a motion designed to produce orgasm, we're along, long way from wanting to do that here. But...it IS designed to tease, as well as to further stimulate and increase the sensitivity and pleasure to the nerve endings on the tip of the male organ."

To be honest, Dale found himself wildly aroused by this otherwise embarrassing ordeal. To have this attractive and seductively looking instructor standing there holding on to his cock while she slowly turned him about the small circle they stood in as she performed her technique, was erotically stimulating beyond words. Even the looks on the faces of those who watched him were curiously fascinating. Many watched with serious expressions, though some with hidden lusty smiles, each one however enrapt with keen observations.

"Now the trick is, to firmly, but gently twist just the head of the penis much like you were taking the twist top off the end of a bottle. So I want each of you to grasp your partner's penis, hold the nice hard stem much like a bottle, then with just the tips of your fingers holding onto the tip, twist it about half way, letting go, then clasping and twisting it again. Your partner should at this point be willing to tell you to either do it harder, or a bit softer, dependant upon their level of enjoyment."

Obviously Dale had frequently masturbated himself, though unless doing so as part of the game he and Joy played together, it was otherwise mostly for a quick stress relief. He certainly preferred it when Joy pleasured him with her own hands, and was enjoying the sensation of this particular technique, which he had performed upon himself on occasion, but not with the sensations that he was currently experiencing. He noticed that both Joy as well as Cheryl were watching with pure and total concentration, even taking turns on Bob's cock as he benefited from the experimentation from both women.

The instructor again noticed the participation and progress of the entire group. "Very good...now, lets try going in the opposite direction!"

As there was actually one woman there without a partner, the instructor then invited her up to perform the technique on him. Which she happily did. And to which Dale happily succumbed. He was truly finding this bit of exhibitionism to be quite stimulating, and felt the first pearly drippings of precum to begin oozing from within the tip of his prick as the young single female continued her twist top technique.

"Oh good!" The instructor stated, noticing this first pleasurable release of fluid. "Once you begin to see the appearance of lubrication, I will show you another very teasing, and pleasurable technique."

Dale had half-hoped she would continue with him, but many of the other men in attendance had by now began producing this same horny fluid as well. Thanking him for his participation, she then allowed Dale to rejoin his own partner, selecting another.

"Enjoy that?" Joy teased him as he settled down beside her. "I certainly did!" she added winking at him. "That was fucking hot to watch!"

"It was fucking hot to feel!" he admitted to his wife.

After their instructor had demonstrated several more interesting little techniques, she then asked everyone to stand. "And finally, before we move on to the women, while we have so many differing men here with us, I would like, with the men and women's permission of course, to invite you all ladies to walk a circle around our men here, take a moment or two to get a feel or sense of some of the differences, practicing one or two of the techniques you've been given here. Don't be afraid to ask each of our willing participants if they like what you're doing or how they prefer it. Remember ladies, just like we are, men are equally as different in their sensitivity levels as well, so don't be afraid to ask them and find out."

Once again, it was amazing to Dale to feel the touch of so many hands upon him. Some barely so soft in touching that he barely felt it, others much firmer, more inquisitive or exploratory.

"Bet you're enjoying this aren't you?" Cheryl asked as she finally came back around with Joy still practicing on another gentleman, one who had a rather enormous looking phallus.

"As you will be, I'm sure," Dale chided her back.

#

Once everyone had settled down once again, their instructor began speaking. "Ok now it's the ladies turn. And I'd like to begin with introducing a very special friend of mine, and someone who has been coming here for the past three years. Not too surprisingly, it was Janet who then entered their Tipi and formally introduced. "Ok, who here among you has had what we lovingly call a female ejaculation? Show of hands?"

Dale noticed that perhaps a third of the women present either said they had in the past, or could frequently do so.




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"Would it surprise you to discover that every woman can be taught to ejaculate with practice and patience?" she asked. "Well, you can! Not every woman may ejaculate the same way, nor is this really any different than most men. There are different ways to experience this sensation, with differing results. But as Janet and I will shortly show you, each and every one of you can learn how to do it, if you wish too," she added.

With eagerness, Dale watched along with his wife and friends as Sonny began explaining the basic caressing techniques using Janet as her more than willing subject. One by one, everyone who was interested, and as it turned out, they all were, came and had a much closer look as Sonny demonstrated where she placed her finger tips just inside Janet's pussy, and rubbed the upper lining of her pussy to excite and stimulate that particular "E" spot as opposed to the now known "G" spot. 

"Much like stimulating or caressing a males prostate gland, it is here in the woman that we find this particular pleasure center capable of producing what we now commonly refer to as the female ejaculate center."

Many of those present where then invited to place their fingers inside Janet's cunt as Sonny continued to instruct them on the caressing techniques. She then for many of the other women present, inserted her own fingers inside them as well, and began showing them just what to do, and how to do it.

"In a moment, we'll have you, or your partners practice these techniques on yourself, but I am sure that all of you might enjoy seeing the actual explosive climax, so Janet has graciously agreed to masturbate herself to orgasm, and then she will do the same to me until I do. This way you will see how it can be done by self-inducement, as well as through partnership."

Having seen Janet's ejaculatory experience the previous evening, Dale was excited to see her do it again, but even more so as he would be much closer to the actual orgasm experience this time than he or anyone else had witnessed the evening before.

Without any hesitation, Janet began playing with herself, though Dale found it somewhat amusing to see Sonny affectionately playing and stimulating Janet's breasts at the same time. "Quite often for a lot of women, the addition of breast stimulation helps in the achievement of the arousal levels necessary to achieve female ejaculation," she explained.

And the fact that Janet seemed to be more than enjoying Sonny's tender caresses led Dale along with several others to believe this wasn't the first and only time these two had enjoyed this sort of experience together.

Even more surprising was the fact that it didn't seem to take even as long as it had the previous evening when Janet's subtle signal to Sonny that she was close prompted her to speak once again.

"Ok, she's almost there now," she informed everyone. "Now, as she begins to ejaculate, you will notice that she is NOT, and I repeat, she is NOT peeing! This release, this female fluid does not come from inside the urethra, as many would have you believe. This does indeed come from inside the vagina, as you will soon see. And nor will it have the odor or taste of urine associated with it. You ready then honey?" she asked turning to face Janet who's own face now mirrored the edge of ecstasy that she was even then teetering on.

"Fuck yes!" she hissed wantonly. And then a second later her pussy shot a long thin streamer of clear pearly liquid a good foot or two in the air!

"Holy shit!" someone exclaimed, followed by several very similar and surprised comments.

But she wasn't done yet either, another even fuller gusher of female cum cream spurted from the fiery depths of her inflamed cunt a moment later, causing an even greater stir of excitement and wonder from within the group.

During Janet's third and forth very forceful, still spurting explosions, Sonny had purposely moved closer, catching some of it within her hands.

"Now, for those of you who are willing, I would invite you to have a taste or a smell of her essence." Sonny then licked her own palm, savoring a bit of the taste and flavor of Janet's more than impressive orgasm. To his surprise, Dale watched both Joy and then Cheryl immediately walk over and partake from Sonny's hand some of the female cum cream she had managed to capture there. Having done that, with the exception of only a few, most everyone else then did so as well, including all but one of the men.

"Tasty!" Dale mused grinning at his wife.

"Yes...she was!" Joy agreed all the while wearing a most significant flush to her cheeks.

"Now, as Janet has showed you it can be done to oneself, she will now show you how easily it can also be done to your partner."

At that point, Sonny then positioned herself in a relaxed position, inviting everyone to form a half circle around her while watching. Janet then knelt down beside her and proceeded to stimulate the woman's pussy, not only stimulating inside her with her two fingers as previously demonstrated, but also gently rubbing the woman's blood engorged clit with the tip of her other hand.

"In combination with oral pleasuring, this can and often does produce even bigger, stronger, harder female ejaculations," she explained through a pleasured faltering tone of voice. "As you can see, Janet is expertly rubbing my clit in combination with walking her two fingers along side that pleasure center just inside the opening to my vagina. And though what she is doing is very pleasurable indeed, I quite often prefer the feel of a tongue or pair of lips upon my clit simultaneously."

And as though she'd instructed, Janet immediately leaned over and began doing just that.

Standing to the side of him, Dale heard his wife's gentle moan, then whispered comment towards Cheryl who was standing next to her.

"Oh my god...I've got to try that!" she half stammered. Dale heard Cheryl's giggle. "If you insist!" she offered.

"Hell...I insist!" Dale stated then, letting both girls know in so doing that he was more than happy to see them doing that to one another.

"I am...almost...ready," Sonny announced to everyone, including Janet who only then reluctantly sat back up, leaving the smear of female lubrications to remain on her face without wiping them away. "Everyone ready?" she just managed, and then allowed the first of several glorious spurts to explode from within the depths of her quivering pussy.

#

"For those of you who would like stay afterwards for some one on one instruction, both Janet and I will be glad to do so."

Dale and Bob were each surprised when their wives told them they wanted to stay, but in the same breath, ushered them along to busy themselves elsewhere. And though Dale truly would have loved to stay and watch, he knew that each of the girls wanted to try and learn to do this without the nervousness of their husbands hanging around.

"That was pretty fucking intense!" Bob exclaimed as they wound their way back towards the dining area. "And now I am fucking starved too!" he added.

"I'll say," Dale agreed. "On both counts!"

"Ah...you might want to do something about that before we eat!" Bob said looking down at Dales stiff pointing erection.

Dale laughed in spite of himself. He hadn't even realized he was still hard, realizing even as he thought about that, that he was indeed becoming more and more comfortable with the sexually arousing environment they were in.

"Fuck it!" He quipped. Maybe I'll find some left over doughnuts to go around it!" 

"And who knows? If the girls learn how to squirt like those two did, maybe we'll have something to dip them into!" Bob jokingly stated.

The image of their wives masturbating together, making one another squirt soon filled each of their minds as they made their way towards the dinning area.

"Ah Bob?" Dale grinned. "You thinking about doughnuts now too?" 

#

Bob and Dale spent the remainder of the afternoon ogling many of the females who had come to the resort out by the pool. Though unlike any of the resorts they had ever been to, it was perfectly acceptable and permissible to fool around whenever, or whenever the mood struck anyone. And there was plenty of that going on to maintain a constant state of arousal and interest. The two had sat sipping margarita's all the while watching two women giving a guy a double blowjob as he sat at the table next to them. It was even comical to see one of the waitress's who was as naked as everyone else, come by their table, stop momentarily to watch the action just as they were, before apologizing briefly, then taking their drink orders.

"Best fucking vacation I've ever been on!" Bob commented. And Dale couldn't agree with him more.

Moments later the girls returned from their instructive session wearing nothing but the smiles on their faces.

"Well?" Dale asked eagerly.

"Well what?" Cheryl responded with a Cheshire cat grin on her face.

Exasperated Dale shook his head in obvious frustration. "So did you? Either of you?" He pressed.

"I didn't," Joy said with a frowny face, that then brightened. "But Cheryl sure as hell did! You should have seen it!" 

"Wish we had!" Bob said jumping in, standing to give his wife a congratulatory kiss and a hug. Cheryl laughed looking down at his obvious erection.

"There's an old line from a movie about you being happy to see me," she said giggling. "But in this case, I think it's quite obvious you are, though I suspect you were happy long before we showed up!"

The trio that Dale and Bob had been watching earlier had gotten up and moved off just moments before the girls had arrived. Dale wasn't exactly flaccid either Joy noticed.

"So unless the two of you were playing spank the monkey with one another..."

Dale then told the two women what he and Bob had been watching only minutes earlier. "But enough of that, tell us about your experience!" he reminded them.

"Well like I said," Joy began. "Cheryl seemed to grasp the concept fairly easily. For a moment I thought I might too, but all I had was an orgasm as Sonny fingered me."

"All," the boys chimed in unison grinning. "Like I said earlier to Bob, wish to hell we'd been there to even see just that!"

Cheryl laughed. "We are supposed to practice," she told them. "Sonny showed both of us some exercises to practice on one another, or to show you. So perhaps late we can go back to the Tipi and do that."

Both stood there grinning with their rapidly growing erections as proof of finding that idea to be more than agreeable. "But I definitely think you two should certainly practice on one another while we watch for a while, you know...to get an idea of what it is we're supposed to be doing."

"Sure honey," Joy told her husband. "I sorta figured you might feel that way," she teased him. "But we'll save that for later. Right now I could use a nice stiff drink, then perhaps we can look over the brochure and see what sort of activities we can sign up for tomorrow!"

About that time, the same cute little waitress that had come by earlier stopped to take the girls drink order. She noticed that Joy had the brochure spread out on the table and was going through it.

"If I might make a suggestion."

"Sure, go right ahead!" Joy told the young woman though she caught herself eyeing the girls pink nippled breasts as she leaned over their table.

"Not sure if you guys would be interested in this or not," she began saying. "Because its one of the activities not really listed. But see here where it says special events and activities? Then see where it also says check with Camp director for sign ups and participation?"

"Yeah," Dale nodded eagerly wondering where this was going.

"Well there's a late night bonfire orgy that's being held in the grove," she told them.

"The grove?"

"Yeah, you take the wilderness trail about 1/4 of a mile from here. There's a magnificent natural waterfall that plummets over a hundred feet from the rocks above into a beautiful pool. It's called "The Grove". Every evening at eight for those who've signed up and are interested, they serve a picnic like dinner there, then light a hugh bonfire near the bank. After that, it's a free for all for anyone who's interested. Anyway, thought I'd mention it to you in case you were."

"You going to be there?" Bob questioned. He felt a gentle kick beneath the table and glanced worriedly towards his wife. "What?" he quickly added. "I was just asking!"

"Ah huh," Cheryl said acting annoyed. But then she smiled at him. "I bet I know what you were thinking about," she said openly glancing purposely at the young woman's breasts. "I bet you were wondering what it would be like to suck on one of those weren't you?" she added.

Bob's face reddened with embarrassment as he glanced around the table at his now grinning friends. Even the waitress was smiling at him. "If he really wants to, he can," she said surprising everyone there. "That's part of the service here," she added. "We are in fact available for in Tipi parties or group gatherings."

"Actually, I wouldn't mind seeing that," Dale suggested hopefully. 

"I'm sure you wouldn't," Joy commented. "So since you're both sitting here staring at her cute little boobs, you might just as well."

"Really?" Dale asked sounding like a kid who'd just gotten his wish for Christmas.

Joy and Cheryl both laughed at that. "Go right ahead, as long as she doesn't really mind," they said almost in unison.

Their waitress then set the tray she'd been holding down on their table and came over to stand between the two guys. "Be my guest!" she said holding up each one of her tits towards them. Eagerly, the guys quickly latched onto one of her proffered breasts and began sucking it.

"So what do you think?" Joy asked her girlfriend. "Wanna go to an orgy tonight?"

"Hell yes!" Cheryl ventured. "Maybe we'll find a couple of young new cocks to play with while we're there!"

"Oh there'll be plenty of available camp counselors in attendance," the waitress told them. "It's one of the nightly activities we all look forward to going to," she added.

"I bet," Cheryl said demurely. "Maybe we actually will!"

Sheepishly the guys let go of the women's tits and turned back to face their respective wives after the woman left.

"You really serious about wanting to go?" Dale asked his wife.

"Sure why not? It might be interesting," she told him seriously. "Unless you'd rather not..." she said turning her head to follow the cute firm little ass as their waitress made her way down the short sidewalk back into the bar behind them.

"Well, I guess we could go just for a look-see," he said in agreement.

"Ah huh," Cheryl said once again. "Just for a look-see." She glanced down at her husband's still hard firm erection. "Ah baby? Would you like me to do something about this now? Or do you want to save it for later?" she asked playfully giving it a friendly little shake.

"Well, it might be nice to maybe go back to our Tipi, perhaps watch the two of you show us what you learned in class," he said lamely.

"Yeah, just as I thought," Cheryl giggled giving Bob's prick a little slap.

"Hey!"

"Oh, like you didn't like that!" she grinned at him.

"Didn't say I didn't like it, you just surprised me."

"Well how about we surprise the both of you a little more then," she offered. "Joy? Wanna go show the boys what we've learned so far?" she asked. With that, the girls stood and began to wander off back towards their sleeping quarters. Bob and Dale followed, their hard firm erections pointing the way.

#

Once they had gotten back to their Tipi, the girls situated themselves on the middle of the bed together. Dale and Bob took up positions on either side, satisfied to simply watch and quite looking forward to it.

"Ever think we'd get to watch our lovely beautiful wives play with one another?" Dale said looking over the two women towards his friend.

"Flattery will..."

"Grant you your wish," Joy finished smiling. "Here sweetie, why don't you lie back and I'll practice on you first," she added. "After all, you managed to squirt at least a little bit, and I'd like to see if I can get you to do it again!"

"You almost did!" Cheryl told her seriously. "You were certainly wet as hell anyway," she added wickedly.

"I was that."

"She usually is," Dale interjected. "But maybe for her that's as close as she'll be able to," he wondered aloud. "Maybe not all women can," he said in her defense.

"Oh, I think she can, and that she will...with enough patience and practice!" Cheryl stated enthusiastically. "And trust me guys, Joy and I have every intention of practicing, a lot! Unless of course you have any objections?"

"Not from me!" Dale grinned.

"Me neither!" Bob joined in saying.

"I thought not," she said simply, then moaned as Joy eased one of two fingers inside her friends already glistening cunt.

#

Dale didn't even realize he was busily stroking his own cock until Cheryl mentioned it.

"Oh I like that!" she smiled wantonly. "That might even help to get me even more aroused and excited!" she stated.

Only then did Dale even realize that he had been stroking his own prick, feeling the flush to his face redden even more deeply as he glanced up towards his friend. He was relieved however to see that Bob was doing exactly the same thing, and surprised to find that rather than feeling awkward about it, he found it arousing to actually see his best friend playing with his own cock in much the same languid way he'd been doing.

"I think we should make them jerk themselves off for us all the time," Cheryl managed to say through raspy quick little breaths as Joy expertly walked two fingers now just inside the opening of her friends liquid quim.

"I think you're right," Joy agreed glancing back and forth between the two men. "There really is something wickedly erotic about that isn't there?"

"There's something wickedly erotic about watching you finger-fucking our friend!" Dale said stating the obvious.

"You've got that right!" Bob agreed, kneeling up slightly as Cheryl reached over grasping his swollen, angry looking prick.

"How about I suck it a little for you?" She asked him unnecessarily, while Joy here gets me off."

"Sounds good," he nodded happily as the feel of his wife's lips surrounding him cut off any further statements.

"Looks good," Dale interjected. "Damn fucking good!"

Before long, Cheryl was arching her back slightly, raising her pelvis up to meet Joy's heavenly stroking fingers.

"I think she's getting there," Joy announced to everyone. Even Bob sat back, forcing Cheryl to relinquish the mouth-hold she had had on his cock, more eager to watch now, hopeful in fact that he would indeed soon be watching his own wife's squirting pussy as her best friend continued finger-stroking her as she did.

"Oh yeah, I'm getting close Joy," Cheryl moaned. "Just...keep...doing...that!" she barely managed to even say.

"Don't forget, Sonny said you should start to feel a sensation like you're going to pee, but that you shouldn't fight it, just go along with it. When you're nearly there, just let it go, then you'll feel that need-to-pee sensation change into something else entirely."

"I remember...and I am!" she just managed thrusting herself up against her friends fucking fingers. "Right...NOW!" she screamed out suddenly. And as she did, they all watched fascinated as the first of three glorious little streamers of pure clear liquid suddenly erupted from deep within the confines of her quivering, spasiming pussy. Joy had immediately withdrawn her fingers, now slapping her friends exposed swollen clit with her hand, further enhancing Cheryl's orgasm, as well as the continued spurtings of her throbbing wet split.

"Wonderful!" Joy shouted in delight.

The boys remained silent, mesmerized at her glorious display. "Holy shit!" Bob finally stammered now stroking his prick with total abandonment. "That was amazing!"




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"Now its your turn!" Cheryl smiled switching places with her friend.

"Well even if I don't, I'm looking forward to a nice naughty finger-fuck," she told her. "That made me extremely horny!"

"Ditto!" Dale added excitedly. "That was fucking hot!"

Cheryl blushed in spite of herself. "It really is an interesting sensation," she admitted to everyone. "It's a little different than a normal orgasm, and not sure I'd want to cum that way every time, but it certainly does feel good!" And with that, she began slipping her fingers inside her friend's pussy and began stroking her the way the two of them had been taught to do. "Play with her tits," she told the two boys, who were only too happy to help out in whatever way that they could. Delighted as Joy reached, taking each one of them in hand as they did.

"Fuck, just seeing that is making me horny all over again," she told the three of them. "I think going to that orgy later on this evening is a damn good idea!"

"So do I," Joy added in agreement. "Provided the boys aren't all 'petered out'," she said with a snicker.

"Trust me, a nice hard cum now will do wonders for me later," Dale told her honestly. "But first, I want to see if you can make my wife's pussy squirt the way yours just did," he said hopefully.

"Don't get your hopes up too much," Joy told him, already finding it much harder to talk as Cheryl began teasing her hard little nubbin with one hand, and continued the two-fingered walk just inside the opening of her pussy with the other. "But I will promise you a nice hard pussy clenching, wet sloppy one for sure," she said teasingly. "That I do know!"

It was more of a gush than a squirt. But there was no denying the fact it was a different sort of climax/orgasm than Joy had ever had before. In seconds, the palm of Cheryl's hand suddenly filled with a rich creamy white nectar that oozed down between the woman's still fucking fingers as Joy moaned, tossing her head from side to side in the obvious hard felt throes of ecstasy's release.

Dale had been keeping himself on the edge nearly the entire time now, but as his wife reached the pinnacle of pleasure, he felt the first delicious eruption of his own prick suddenly spewing forth a geyser of cum cream that leapt from the tip of his prick to shower down upon his wife's full hard nippled breasts.

"Oh yeah! Yeah!" Cheryl cried out in delight. "Cum baby, cum all over your wife's beautiful breasts!" she urged him, then turned towards her own husband. "And how about, you cum all over mine?" she questioned.

Only too happy to do that, Bob walked over on his knee's towards his wife, aimed his angry looking prick at her, pumped, then shot a rich thick wad of creamy cum directly between her tits, milking himself, covering one and then another, and another until her left breast was nearly obliterated in his thick male essence.

#

After taking a nice refreshing shower to make themselves presentable again, the girls made their way over to the main lodge while the guys stayed behind to take a brief stamina building nap.

"Can't believe we're actually going to do this!" Joy commented. "Never in a million years!"

"I know what you mean," Cheryl told her friend. "I'm just a little worried about Bob. As much as he seems to really be enjoying himself, I'm not sure how he'll really feel about including other people that we don't even know."

"Yeah, been wondering about that myself," Joy had to admit. "So I guess we'll have to see and take it one step at a time. Guess we can always leave if it starts to feel a little weird, or if the boys suddenly get cock-shy or something." Cheryl laughed at that, seeing just that in her minds eye. Moments later they were standing at the sign in desk, surprised to see that Marsha was actually manning it.

"We're here to sign up for the orgy tonight!" Joy said boldly.

"My my..." Marsha said smiling at them as she pushed the sign-up sheet towards them. "Didn't really figure the four of you to be quite that adventurous," she proclaimed.

"Well, no promises," Joy admitted. "But we thought we'd at least check it out."

"They can be a lot of fun," Marsha explained. "I'm quite looking forward to going there tonight myself."

"You're gonna be there?" Cheryl asked with a mischievous grin on her face.

"Yes, why?"

"Would you mind doing us both a BIG favor?" she asked the woman as Joy looked on wondering what Cheryl was up to.

"Just ask," Marsha responded just as curiously.

"Well, I was thinking..." And then Cheryl began to explain her thoughts and favor of the woman who sat back in her chair, smiled and nodded her head in agreement.

#

It was just shortly before eight when the four of them together swung by the designated pavilion to pick up two large fluffy blankets, and two picnic baskets. Each one was filled with a nice bottle of wine, various cheeses and crackers along with succulent sweet fruits, homemade rolls and freshly sliced ham. Even the short walk promised to be both invigorating as well as exciting as many couples, much to everyone's surprise, began making there way along the beautiful tree-lined path that was periodically lit with tiki-torches to show the way. In addition to that, a full moon lit up the night sky, promising that even the darkness of the night wouldn't fully conceal the myriad of activities they were all soon to be witnessing.

"Anxious?" Joy wondered asking her husband who seemed abnormally quite and reserved.

"No, not really," he offered. "Just not sure what to expect here I guess", he stated honestly.

"Just remember what Marsha told us, no one is expected or required to do anything they don't want to. The 1st rule is, no means no. And after that, each couple should be responsible enough to either join in.or leave rather than making anyone else uncomfortable by staying. So if anyone does start feeling that way, we can always go back to the Tipi and have our own party."

Dale smiled in spite of himself, remembering their afternoon. "Yeah, guess we could do that if things don't work out for us here," he responded far more cheerily. He then glanced over his shoulder towards their two friends, noticing as he did that they too seemed to be having much of the same conversation they'd just been having. Bob noticed Dale's look and smiled back at him nervously. He merely nodded at him in understanding.  Minutes later however they reached the grove where the breathtaking display of the waterfall crashing into the pond below held their attention momentarily along with everyone else. Dale hadn't even realized that Marsha had appeared from seemingly out of nowhere.

"There's plenty of space," she informed them pointing off in the direction of a beautiful white-sandy beach area. "Pick out a spot, eat and enjoy yourselves. As things progress, you can choose to simply watch, or participate, whatever your desire. And I'll be back around in a short bit to see how you're doing." With that, she had actually reached down, allowing the tips of her fingers to teasingly caress each of their still very flaccid staffs before walking off. Bob and Dale each turned towards their wives, seeing the satisfied looks of approval upon their respective faces.

"There's a nice spot over there!" Dale pointed enthusiastically, his prick already lifting it's aroused head in agreement.

#

They ate by the pool, watching and listening to the roar of the falling water from above. Slowly, several couples soon made their way into the water, many of them swimming over to play beneath the cascade of the falling water. A few others made their way over towards the now fully lit bonfire, mingling with others who were also gathering. The sounds of laughter and gaiety suddenly emerging from everywhere at once as couples began to embark on their naughty little adventures together.

"Enjoying yourselves?" A familiar voice suddenly asked. Dale looked up to see Marsha had once again magically appeared from out of the darkness.

"Yes we have been. It's beautiful here," he stated easily.

"Yes, I love it here. It's one of my favorite places to come," she said with a look that indicated she'd actually meant what she'd just said.

"I can only imagine," Bob stammered wondering if he'd caught the not too subtle hidden meaning in her words.

"Would the two of you like to help me out with that?" She then asked surprising the two of them, but confirming the obvious unanswered question.

In unison, the men turned towards their wives who sat grinning at them with a knowing look in each of their eyes. "Yes, we asked if she wouldn't mind...to be honest, both Cheryl and I thought it would be erotic as hell to watch you, while we sort of practiced a little more with one another if you don't mind."

"Mind? Hell no," Dale said already hardening even more than he already was to begin with. "As long as you really don't," he added with just a tinge of uncertainty. Marsha however didn't let the conversation continue, immediately placing herself down on one of the large fluffy blankets, kneeling as she did. "Bob? Why don't you come around and put yourself down in front of me here while I treat you to something erotically special. And Dale? I think if you come around from behind me, you'll find something you can be doing as well."

Bob slid under the exotic looking woman as she knelt above him, then leaning taking his rock hard cock into her mouth. Dale glanced one more time towards his wife, but Joy had already positioned herself down on the other blanket, Cheryl between her legs, already lovingly tickling his wife's clit with her tongue. He turned back around, saw the wet glistening split of Marsha's pussy winking at him. In the next instant, he had placed his shaft at that pink hot opening and shoved.

"Fuck!" Marsha moaned around Bob's prick. "Again!"  He shoved into her again, slowly withdrawing, then into her again, and again. Marsha pushed back, her pussy tightening around him with every thrust as though fighting to keep him inside her with every withdrawal of his prick from her tightly clenching cunt.

Expertly, her mouth worked Bob's prick simultaneously, her tongue slithering up and down his straining shaft, her lips pursing around the tip, sucking, pulling, then lip-locking around his hardness slithering down in between fuck-moans and unintelligible comments of urgency as Dale continued slipping his prick in and out of her with hard repeated fuckings.

"Oh my!" Dale heard his wife suddenly cry out. "I think...oh my...I think, yes, that's it, that's it!" He turned, resting his cock fully, deeply inside Marsha's warm silky glove, Cheryl leaned up on her knees, her fingers still embedded within the confines of his wife's split, her other hand now spreading her lips, exposing her hard nubbin of pleasure even more fully as she teased it with the tip of one finger, twirling it expertly. In the next instant, he watched as a tiny thin streamer of Joy's essence suddenly exploded from within the depths of her femininity, she cried out in a giggled, surprised release as another, then another ejaculation of female cum-cream spurted from her hairless hot pink lips.

"Fuck me!" Dale exclaimed ecstatically, not even realizing for a moment as he knelt there behind Marsha that his prick had ballooned inside her, his cock even then discharging copious amounts of his male nectar deep inside the recess of her tightly clenching pussy.

Bob's cry of release began just as Joy's began to end, Dale pulled out of Marsha's fuck tunnel and crawled over towards his wife, placing his mouth over her still quivering lips, tasting the remains of her essence, savoring the delicate sweet taste as his tongue paid a light sweet homage to her still throbbing desires.

Cheryl now made her way back over to Bob where she then joined Marsha in licking up the last remaining traces of his very forceful, very powerful orgasm.

"Damn!" Bob declared happily. "That was incredible!"

"Yes, it was," Joy mewled happily, sighing contentedly again as Dale continued to sweetly lick and tickle her almost too sensitive little clit-prick. Finally forcing Dale away from her, she sat up looking towards Marsha.  "Now, I think its someone else's turn," she said wickedly.

#

"What would you like us to do?" she asked her.

"Anything?" Marsha wondered hotly, the flush of desire and arousal still etched within her face.

"Just name it," Dale added in agreement with his wife.

"In your picnic basket, there should be some condoms." Dale remembered seeing them earlier and quickly rummaged through the basket until he'd found them. "Either of you have any qualms about ass fucking?" she asked pointedly.

"I'd prefer not," Bob said almost immediately. Dale and Joy had done so on occasion, though not frequently, but it wasn't Dale who volunteered, but Joy who volunteered him.

"Dale would be happy to!" she stated easily.

"Good! Then what I would like is for you to eat me while he does," Marsha explained. "I really enjoy that. Then if you and Bob wouldn't mind playing with my tits while I play with each of you," she added looking towards Cheryl, "that would really excite me!"

Moments later they were positioned exactly the way Marsha had instructed them. Dale lay beneath her on the blanket, his cock deeply embedded within the tight opening of her puckered ass. Joy happily lapping at the woman's gaping split as she spread it with her fingers, delighting in the funky taste of the woman's desires as well as the remnants of her husbands very recent spending.

Bob and Cheryl had taken up positions on either side of her, each lavishing the hard sensitive nipples of her breasts, tonguing, licking, and sometimes pulling or twisting them with their fingers. Marsha delighted herself even more fully as she held Bob's reawakened prick within her hand, her other hand likewise exploring the rich wet depths of Cheryl's pussy.

"This sorta what you had in mind?" Dale asked from beneath her as his prick gently slid in and out of her tight little opening. He could feel his wife's tongue literally vibrating the woman's clit, her hand occasionally grasping his cock, fondling his heavy ball sack as he continued fucking her in this fashion.

"Oh yes! Yes!" Marsha cried out in delight, the feel of twin lips assaulting her sensitive breasts, her fingers alive with the sensation of hardness in one hand and the wet slipperiness of Cheryl's sweet opening with the other, all the while with Joy's tongue dancing majestically back and forth across the surface of her blood-engorged clitoris. Dale's shaft, perfectly fitted inside her ass filled with immense pleasure and ecstasy, threatening to overload her senses as the orgy upon her lust filled body continued.

"Suck it!  Suck it hard!" She now urged Joy. "Suck and fuck everything hard....NOW!" she all but demanded.

Minutes later Marsha erupted in a volcanic display of orgasmic delight that pierced the night sky with her cries of unbridled release.

#

They had all chosen to sleep in the following morning, getting up for an early refreshing shower where the girls treated themselves to a thorough washing by two of the camp officials who'd offered to wash them previously. Seeing this, both Dale as well as Bob agreed to a washing themselves by two of the attractive looking female attendants who were on call for the same type of service.

"That was nice," they'd all agreed afterwards as they headed for the dining tent, now hungrily refreshed and famished. They decided to spend the rest of the afternoon lounging out by the pool and relaxing.

"So whets the big ticket item on the schedule for this evening?" Dale asked.

The girls both laughed eyeing their husbands.

"Us!" Cheryl ventured.

"What do you mean us?" Bob questioned worriedly. He could see by the look on his wife's face that they'd obviously been up to something.

"Something Joy and I also signed up for while we were signing up for last night."

"Ah oh," Dale said just under his breath. "Now what have the two of you gotten us into?"

"Well, not you two...unless you decide you want to," Joy began. "But Cheryl and I both thought this sounded interesting, and very naughty..."

"And very fun," Cheryl interjected.

"But very naughty," Joy continued.

"Yes, very naughty," Cheryl said again.

"Ok, ok...it's VERY naughty, I got that already, but what is it?" Dale questioned exasperatedly.

The girls giggled frustrating the boys even more. "Tonight is the side by side solo competition," Joy told them.

"And just what exactly is that?" Bob asked.

"Oh, something I KNOW you'll enjoy," she informed her husband. "Anyway you should, you're always after me to do it for you," she said slyly, and watched as Bob's eyes opened even wider.

"Holy cow!" he exclaimed catching on.

"What?" Dale asked still not fully understanding.

"Tonight they're having the masturbation contest," Joy said. "But everyone who's entered will be on stage at the same time together. There will be points awarded for the most erotic self-pleasuring as voted on by the audience, the wildest, and the most intense orgasm."

"How the hell can they know or tell that for sure?" Bob asked.

"Well Marsha explained to us that we will be hooked up to some sort of monitoring device, though it won't detract from our physical appearances, not like we'll have a bunch of wires attached to us everywhere, just a couple."

"I see," Dale said still not sure how something like that would actually be able to work.

"Anyway, Cheryl and I thought it would be erotic as hell to not only compete side by side, but getting off on the fact that not only would the two of you be watching us while we did, that so would a great many others."

Bob was smiling broadly. The thought of sitting there in the audience watching his wife, and Joy along with several other female competitors was just the type of entertainment he could really get into.

"And..." Joy ventured. "There's obviously a competition for men too," she said. "And..."

"And?" Dale asked suspiciously.

"And, Cheryl and I signed the two of you up for it as well, if you want to," she added. "You certainly don't have to, but the two of us would certainly enjoy seeing it every bit as much as the two of you would enjoy seeing us."

"Shit Joy, we can go back to the Tipi right now and do that if that's all you want to see," Dale told his wife. "I'm not sure I'd feel real comfortable doing it up on stage beneath a spotlight with everyone else watching me!"

Joy frowned, even pouted in her little girl sorta way. "There's a lot of points towards the weekend prizes that can be awarded," she reminded him. "Points for most innovative self pleasuring, biggest cum-shot..."

"Biggest dick," Dale said looking towards his friend.

"I doubt that," Bob grinned, though he had fisted his prick briefly as the images of the two girls on stage danced in his head.

"Well, we'll see," Dale said suddenly surprising his wife. "No promises...but maybe, so we'll see."

"Tell you what," Joy said turning towards her friend, winking. "If you guys agree to do it for us, then we'll treat you to a little something special before hand to keep those aroused juices and interests going."

"Oh? And what might that be?" Bob asked excitedly, taking an even greater interest as his cock lurched suddenly even more aroused than it had been.

"First you agree, then we'll tell you," Cheryl stated laying down the challenge.

The boys looked at each other questioningly. "Hell Dale, I will if you will," Bob told him. "After everything else we've seen and done here so far, it's not like this would be all that much different or even difficult for us. I never thought I'd get used to walking around naked all the time, and now it feels so natural that I might have trouble keeping clothes on after we get back!"




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That was true. Even Dale had to admit the freedom of being naked had been quite liberating to him as well. And the sight of so many men and women quite frequently fooling around in front of them whenever and wherever anyone really liked with only a handful of exceptions had kept him in a near constant state of arousal anyway. 

"Well, being under the spotlight, I guess we really won't be able to see anyone in the audience, and if I just concentrate, and close my eyes..."

"And think about us," Joy offered with a smile.

"Certainly that," Dale agreed grinning as Joy reached over cupping one of Cheryl's breasts in her hand. "I guess I'd be up for it," he finished.

"I certainly hope so!" Joy gleefully stated, giving her husband a nice warm friendly hug as well as a teasing little cock pull of her hand as she embraced him. "And knowing how far you can shoot when you're really, really excited, you just might have a chance at the best cum-shot too!" she said proudly.

"Ah huh. Well, if you really want to see that, or help me at least be competitive, then I'm thinking we need the two of you to keep your end of the bargain and do something for us so that we can."

"Lets go!" Joy said standing up from the lounge chair.

"Back to the Tipi then?" Bob questioned with obvious excitement in his voice.

"No. Somewhere else where it will be even more exciting, more arousing for you to see," they told them.

"Yeah? And where would that be?" Dale wondered.

"Come with us," his wife told them then. "Cheryl and I noticed this a couple of days ago, and thought it might be fun. Especially for you two!" she added with a knowing look.

"Ah oh...here they go again!" Bob said rolling his eyes as he felt his wife taking his hand and begin leading him off behind her.

#

The girls quickly led their husbands over to one of several poolside cabanas that were serving drinks. Many of the resorts guests sat on stools or small tables enjoying themselves. "Order something, relax, and wait here," Joy told the two men. Then they watched as Joy approached the bar tender, whispering something in his ear. They watched the man smile nodding his head as he then began fixing the two of them their drinks.

"This should be interesting," Dale told his friend. "Knowing those two," he added shaking his head.

"No doubt," Bob agreed accepting their drinks from the bartender.

They then watched as the bartender walked over to the big screen TV that was located just up and behind the bar. Several times during their stay as they had passed by, they had both noticed that quite frequently there would be erotic, sensual armature type movies playing on the screen. They had even stopped and watched for a while, waiting for fresh drinks, or for the girls to return from the restrooms. Curious as to what movie might be playing, they were both stunned to suddenly see their wives enter into a room. A small bench, much like a massage table stood within the center of the small but well-lit room.

"I'll be damned!" Dale exclaimed in abject surprise. The bartender was grinning as he turned towards the two men. 

"Enjoy," he spoke still grinning towards them. Several of the guests who'd been sitting nearby began turning their chairs towards the television so they could get a better view. Exclamations of "beautiful", or simple "Ooohs and Ahhhhs" began emanating from nearly everywhere. But even those weren't enough to detract from the vision of their wives up there on the screen. Seeing them on this closed circuit TV like this was incredibly erotic, especially knowing that at this very moment, that more than likely there were hundreds of guests watching their wives on TV just as they were.

The guys had watched their wives enter the room. Cheryl immediately seating herself on the edge of the comfortably padded massage bench with Joy standing in front of her between her spread legs.

"Fuck!" someone moaned from behind them. Dale took a brief moment to look off to the side to see who might have spoken, caught a motion from the bartender who was pointing towards Bob, then pointing at a sign up above the bar. Dale followed the point, saw Bob absentmindedly stroking himself, then back towards the sign which read: "No masturbating within twenty feet of the bar." Dale laughed, then poked Bob in the shoulder and pointed out the sign to him.

"Oh...sorry!" he mouthed in apology towards the bartender who merely continued to grin and acknowledged the obvious hardship of refraining himself. "They do look good together though don't they?" he stated simply, keeping both hands firmly wrapped around his drink now.

"Yes, they do!" Dale nodded. "Yes, they do."

Together they, along with several others, watched as Joy began strapping on a rather real looking penis-like dildo.

"Man!" Bob barely managed to breathe. And again, Dale could only sit mesmerized in total agreement with his friend. Looking decadently obscene now, Joy actually looked towards the camera and smiled before placing her rather large-sized phallus at the opening of Cheryl's wet glistening split. She used it to tease the hard little nubbin of her friend's pleasure center for several long moments before easing just the tip of the rubber penis into her friend's already juice-filled quim.

Once again the sound of several guests appreciations to the action on screen could be heard as Joy slowly eased the enormous looking prick inside her best friends pussy. Dale heard Bob suddenly laugh.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

"I was just thinking, your wife's gonna fuck her even before you do." Dale laughed as well, realizing the truth of it, though up until now, he'd never even considered the possibility, at least, not until they had actually been here a few days anyway.

And Joy was fucking her now, nice slow smooth strokes in and out of Cheryl's pussy, the close-action lens of the camera occasionally zooming in to focus directly on Cheryl's swollen wet lips, the way they would cling to the rubberized prick as it pressed inside her, then clasping it equally as needful as she withdrew.

"Damn that's hot!" Dale heard the woman sitting next to him saying, glancing towards her noticing as he did that her fingers were deeply embedded deep within her own needful pussy. He then quickly turned to look back at the bartender, remembering the sign, but he was by that time as raptly involved in watching the screen, as was everyone else.

"I wonder if they actually ticket you, or kick you out of the bar for masturbating," Dale wondered half aloud. But either Bob hadn't heard him, or didn't care. Watching his wife being fucked by his best friends wife was simply too good to pay anything less than his full attention on.

Dale soon found himself just as mesmerized as everyone else seemed to be as Joy obviously fucked Cheryl ever and ever closer to orgasm. After it was obvious she had indeed climaxed, they all again watched as Joy knelt down between Cheryl's still outstretched legs and gingerly licked the still almost too sensitive lips and clit of her friends pussy. After an almost too short amount of time, the girls then stood switching places.

"Now you get to see you're wife fucking mine," Dale told his friend.

"Those are your wives?" The sexy looking blonde said who was sitting next to them.

"Sure are," he beamed proudly, once again noticing the woman's fingers remained deep within herself.

"Lucky man," she said with a wink, licking her lips. "I'd enjoy doing her myself!"

"Yes, yes I am....yes, we are," he amended looking towards Bob grinning just as he was.

At that moment the blonde stood scooting her chair between them. "Do you mind?" she asked. 

"No, not at all," Bob smiled making more room for her. Seconds later she had wrapped each of her hands around their cocks and began slowly stroking them as all eyes returned back to the actions on the table. Dale quickly glanced towards the bartender, cognoscente of his earlier warning. But he too was still as raptly engrossed as was everyone else. Dale merely smiled, felt the pleasant teasing hand upon his prick, and watched delightfully as Cheryl began fucking his wife in ernst.

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"So, do you think that will keep you horny enough until tonight?" Joy asked shortly after their return. Many had actually stood and applauded the two women, recognizing them both almost immediately.

"Are you kidding?" Dale blushed, standing up with the hardest, firmest erection he'd ever remembered even having before. Something that was duly noted by the barkeep as he wrote something down in one of his notebooks.

"And uh...this is Sandra," he said suddenly introducing the blonde who'd been sitting between he and Bob. "She ah...sorta,"

"I kept them nice and horny for you both," she said openly, shaking the girls hands. "But I really hope to fuck the two of you sometime before you leave here," she added with a lusty look. "My girlfriend and I are staying in Tipi number twenty if you want to look us up." They all watched in amazement as the woman left.

"I might just do that," Cheryl sighed watching her go. "I'm sure after what the two of you did, that you wouldn't mind now would you?" she questioned. Neither man said a word.

And Joy had been right too. Dale had never felt this aroused, this horny before. Even through dinner he had felt the leakage of precum dripping from his dick, periodically having to wipe the surplus away with his napkin.

"What time IS this thing anyway?" he asked.

"Getting anxious are we?" his wife asked. "Just don't squirt too soon," she warned him with a giggle. "You'll lose points for doing that."

"Fuck the points!" he stated half seriously. "I just wanna cum!"

"Soon baby...soon," she soothed him, giving his prick an affectionate little pat on its head.

"You'd better not touch it again," he warned her. "I'm serious...I'm so on the edge now!"

"Poor baby," she laughed along with Cheryl who'd overheard everything. "And to think, you're going to have to suffer through watching us first!"

Dale groaned, as did Bob, but they eagerly followed their wives into the auditorium.

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As it turned out, there were over a dozen female participants involved in the contest. A row of chairs sat upon the well-lit stage with a single floodlight directed upon each of them. Dale noticed some attendants who quickly attached two nearly invisible wires to each woman, one somewhere near their breasts, and another far more intimately inserted between their legs. He also noticed what appeared to be some sort of digital readout above and behind each of them with some sort of measured meter reading, all of which currently read, "zero".

Each woman had been given a selection of various toys if they so chose to use one. Some had, some hadn't. He and Bob both noticed the girls had in fact selected a single toy each, one he was very familiar with as Joy actually owned one just like it. Cheryl had chosen a simple vibrating egg, which she quickly inserted though without turning it on. One by one, each of the women were given some basic instructions, along with the various rules of don'ts and do's and then asked if they were ready. 

Once again, the woman who Bob and Dale were both now very familiar with came on stage and into the single spotlight.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, for you're entertainment tonight, we have the men and women's solo masturbation contests. We'll begin first with the women's round, followed by the men's. As each has been instructed, there will be a maximum thirty minute time limit, though more points will be accumulated for the woman reaching an orgasm before the time limit is up without going over. Additional points will also be awarded for most intense orgasm, for most favored by the audience in presentation and performance, as well as for most erotic, provocative self masturbatory arousal. So...without further adue, Ladies?"

Marsha stepped away, the light, which had followed her diminished, and a single bright white spot light then singled out each one of the individual women sitting on stage. A buzzer sounded, and they were off.

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What both Bob and Dale initially envisioned as a race really wasn't. Each woman quickly settled down into her own pleasuring routine. For some, they didn't even begin touching themselves between the legs immediately. Joy was one of those, taking the time to tickle her nipples with her fingers, caressing her breasts, as were one or two others. Only one woman seemed to immediately go to work with a rather large oversized dildo that she preferred sitting on, having stuck it to the seat of her chair where she now bounced up and down upon it rather vigorously. And as arousing as it was to watch initially, the repetitive action soon became redundant, drawing Dales attention elsewhere along with most everyone else. And though he certainly paid attention to his own wife, and to Cheryl, Dale observed several of the other women whom he found erotic and sensual to watch, gauging their performances against his wife as well as Bob's. Although Joy continued the breast fondling, she had now added the "finger flutters" as he had called them before when watching his wife masturbate for him in private. Just using the very tips of her fingers, she used them to play teasingly with herself, not quite penetrating, nor rubbing, but fluttering about her lips and clit without any preciseness nor routine. Something he knew felt good to her and further escalated her arousal and intensity before climaxing.

Cheryl had now turned on the vibrating egg she'd inserted earlier, spreading her pussy lips apart with one hand, pinching, sometimes rubbing her very obviously swollen clit with the other. "Very nice," Dale moaned enthusiastically for his friend. Cheryl's eyes were closed, her head tilted back slightly as she continued the gentle stimulation of herself, occasionally inserting perhaps one, then two fingers inside, drawing them upwards to taste of her own juices before using them to coat each of her hard thick extended nipples, then placing them once again inside herself. "Nice touch," Dale admitted to his friend.

"Joy's doing pretty well too," Bob ventured, turning Dales attention back towards his own wife. She had in fact now turned on the rotating 'rabbit' vibrator as it was called, inserting just the tip of it inside herself, leaving a portion of the rolling vibrating unit exposed which allowed everyone to see most clearly. He watched as Joy teased herself with it, suddenly fucking inwards, driving the toy ever deeper inside the wanton hungry cavity of her sex, withdrawing it so that just the tip lay at the very entrance, gleaming with the juices of her desire as she then switched, using her fingers once again to tickle-flick her clit-nub with, or rub vigorously back and forth before once again returning to the battery-operated toy.

"That redhead over there is doing pretty well too!" Bob said breathlessly. "I think the girls are going to have some stiff competition with her!"

He was right too. Dale watched as the full breasted redhead lifted her tits, able to easily suck each one, her nipples long and extended which she twisted and pulled on with a great deal of force. Likewise, with pussy lips especially long and flexible, she would stretch them on either side of her pussy, pulling, twisting, and yanking on these much to the delight of several appreciative sounds coming from the audience.

"Ok, as horny as this is...its nerve wracking too!" Bob whispered over towards Dale. The time continued ticking away, but already three women had climaxed far before the end of the competition, though appearing to be striving for multiple climaxes perhaps.

"I wonder if doing that scores points too?" Dale questioned.

"Don't know, maybe!" Bob said wondering the same thing.

And again, the digital displays behind each of the women seemed to be registering some sort of heightened arousal level, Cheryl, Joy, the redhead and one other woman all teetering near the top of the ranges very closely together. Another reading of four, five then six orgasmic levels having been reached, though all appeared to be somewhere mid-range of whatever measurements were being taken.

"How much longer?" Dale asked worriedly, though Bob directed his gaze towards the timed clock off to the side on the stage. 

"Less than ten minutes now," Bob affirmed worriedly.

Minutes later it was down to three by Dales calculations. All of the other women had climaxed, with one having come twice now, though her second orgasm was still barely towards the top of the designated range on the meter. Cheryl, Joy as well as the buxom redhead seemed to be striving for that last second, pussy clenching, cunt throbbing release that would tip the scale in their favor. 

"Ah oh...there it is, that look," Bob stated. Sure enough, the meter Cheryl was hooked up to began to move ever rapidly upwards, within moments surpassing any of the readings of the other women, though still several points away from maximum. "She's coming now," he pronounced, watching her face. "I've seen that look too many times before," he said smiling. "But it does look like it's going to be a pretty good one at least," he added hopefully. Sure enough, Cheryl began to shake and quiver almost spasmodically in her seat, sucking her lips, her toes even curling in ecstasy as she climaxed. The low long groan of pleasure finally exploding from her lips, the sudden squeal of delight as wave after wave of intense satisfying pleasure overcame her.

"Nice one!" Dale agreed though he once again worriedly glanced towards the clock still ticking away. Less than three minutes remained.

Both to his relief and consternation, the redheaded beauty wasn't that far behind Cheryl when she finally came, doing so with a thrashing and a vocalization of pleasure that near filled the auditorium, causing many to applaud her orgasmic release with a myriad of moans and groans, many of which sounded like orgasmic releases as well. Her peak topped Cheryl's own by but a fraction or so, but it was enough, giving her the edge in what appeared to be orgasmic intensity.

Worriedly Dale continued watching the clock, ticking away, less than a minute now. But there was one little thing he knew that everyone else didn't. Somehow, someway, Joy had the uncanny ability to almost climax at will. But the longer she refrained, the more intense her orgasms could be. He wasn't sure this would top the redheads though, but he knew without any doubt Joy was milking this for all she was worth. She had tossed her toy aside now, merely using her hands and fingers to stimulate. When she began to actually slap her clit with the palm of her hand, the other with pressed fingers inside, Dale knew she was teetering on the edge.

"Come on baby...come on!" He urged unnecessarily. Seconds ticked down ever closer to ten...nine, suddenly she was convulsing, squirting, spurting, thrashing, screaming, yelling, spurting squirting...five...four....streamers of nectar flying from within the opening of her pussy to land with forceful splats upon the stage, three...two...one!" 

Dale glanced at the meter...he screamed, actually standing in exaltation as had several others. Her climax had shown her to have exceeded those of the redheads by nearly a full point!

"Holy fucking cow!" Bob exclaimed in wonder and surprise. "And she squirted in doing it too!"

"Yes..she did!" Dale finally managed to say, feeling somewhat spent now himself though his cock had remained rock-hard, almost painfully so the entire time.

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And then it was their turn!

Nervously, both Bob and Dale went up on stage, given instruction, and offered a variety of creams, lotions or lubricants should they desire any. To his surprise, only six men had even entered the competition, and only one sporting a prick that was as large, perhaps slightly larger than Bob's.




Camp X-TA-C



Bob had noticed it too and leaned whispering over to Dale. "I don't think they give points for big dicks here," he said with a chuckle.

"That's what my wife says too," Dale shot back with a grin.

They were soon led to the stage with the same type of monitoring devices being fastened to each of them. "If you'll bend over for me please?" A woman attendant then asked each of them. "This one actually will go up inside your ass, but I promise, you won't even feel it," she told each of them.

"Damn...too bad," one of the other men laughed flirting with her, but she merely smiled and continued her work.

"Interesting," Dale mused, bending over moments later, then being instructed to go ahead and take his seat, which he did.

Once again Marsha appeared on stage, gave pretty close to the same spell that she had for the women, mentioning the thirty minute time frame that each of them had, then stepped back into the dark just as the bright white spot lights centered on each of the male contestants individually.

"Three...Two...One...Go!"

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It really wasn't a race, or certainly meant to be. The women had after all at least made some show of eroticism in their self-touching displays. For the most part, the majority of the males on stage seemed both inhibited as well as nervous as they began fondling themselves, one or two even having difficulty producing an erection. Dale however had no such problem, nor did he initially make any real effort to put on a seductive show either.

"Damn Joy, what's he doing anyway?" Cheryl asked her friend. It was obvious the way that Dale was already straining towards release, and they were barely into the first few minutes of the contest.

"Don't worry, just watch!" Joy whispered back confidently. And they did, and it also became immediately apparent that Dale was on the verge of climax.

"He's gonna cum too soon!" Cheryl whispered once again. Joy didn't respond, but merely smiled instead. Sure enough a few moments after that the first strain of held-back pleasure caused Dale to grimace his face.

"Fuck!" Cheryl exclaimed along with several others who had worded similar surprise throughout the audience. Though Dale had been slowly stroking himself with no rapid up and down manipulation of his prick, the urgency of his climax from the intensity of his arousal had brought him to the peak very quickly. But it was the force of that climax that took everyone by surprise as well. The first hard climatic spurt of cream from his prick literally sky-rocketed into the air several feet, as did the second, third and even the forth jettison of his spunk as he fisted out the enormous amount of cream with a pleasured satisfying cry. "Well I'd at least give him points for quantity if not quality," Cheryl said in surprise. "Does he always cum like that?"

Joy laughed. "No, not always, but certainly when he's really horny," she admitted.

They both saw that his intensity meter was indeed pretty huge, but not nearly high enough from what they gauged as being an exceptional climax.

"Too bad," Cheryl said softly a moment later.

"Don't count him out yet," Joy said simply. "Like I said...watch!"

Oddly enough, Dale's somewhat premature climax had caused one of the other participants to climax early as well. But unlike Dale, the guy shook his head sheepishly and stood up from his seat, disappearing behind stage.

"And then there were five," Cheryl laughed quietly.

To her surprise, along with several others, Dale was once again fondling his prick. Though it had softened slightly from his impressive looking orgasm, everyone could see that he was in fact beginning to harden once again.

"Bob's doing good," Joy encouraged her friend.

"Yes he is isn't he?" Cheryl sighed. Though there was indeed one other on stage who's cock appeared to be a bit larger than Bob's, it was still evident that he was struggling with it in even getting an erection. Rather than putting on an erotic display for the audience, it appeared more like he was playing with one of those novelty rubberized snakes instead. Meanwhile, Bob had eased into a teaseful touching of himself that didn't consist of a constant up and down cock-jerking routine. With as large as the head of his dick was, he was taking time to explore it with finger-tips, thumbing the bulbous head and using the abundance of lubrication that he squeezed from it to further stimulate and excite himself with.

"Now THAT is exciting to watch!"

Joy and Cheryl both grinned as the woman sitting just behind them uttered her own personal feelings and arousal. There was a chittering of agreement that came from those around her as well, many who were obviously finding Bob's performance in solo pleasuring to be far and ahead better than anyone else's, including Dales at that moment.

"Hey that other guys hard again!" Someone else stated, and again Joy smiled as she watched her husband begin to playfully slap his now rock-hard penis.

As all the chairs had hidden microphones inside them, it had been easy enough to occasionally hear a few moans and groans coming from the men as they played with themselves. And even more rarely a few slippery sounds as they would produce droplets of lubrication, adding those to the oils or lubricants they had chosen to use, creating an erotic symphony of squishy, juicy, slurpy sounds that many of the women in the audience often moaned along as though in song to.  In fact as both Joy and Cheryl noticed, many of the female members around them had begun to unabashedly touch themselves, just as Joy had been doing all along.

"How about you doing me, while I do you?" Cheryl suggested playfully, "while we watch our husbands doing themselves!"

"Sounds like a wonderful idea," Joy moaned as she felt the fingertip of Cheryl's hand even then begin tickling her hard nubbin of pleasure.

"Oh my, can you hear that?" Cheryl groaned. The periodic "slap", "slap", "slap" of Dales hand against his member could be easily heard. Everyone watched, including the men on either side of him as Dale frequently hand-spanked his now very turgid member.


"Doesn't that hurt?" Cheryl wondered aloud.

"It would if he wasn't so aroused," Joy told her, "but he's had me do that for him several times, and once he reaches a certain fever pitch, he says that little slap-sting actually enhances his orgasm when it comes."

"You mean even more than the first one we just saw?" her friend asked.

"Sometimes," Joy responded grinning. Cheryl was about to ask her something else, but Joy hand-slapped her friend's cunt cutting her off. "See?" she said wickedly. When your nice and horny, doing that can feel really good.

"Do it again!" Cheryl moaned pleasurably. "And keep doing it!"

One other man had by now ejaculated, his score reaching a higher level than Dales reading on the intensity meter, though his actual ejaculation had been far from as copious or as skyrocketing as had been Dales.

"Well, that guy might be in the lead score wise, but certainly not cum wise," Cheryl proffered, "not in comparison to Dale's nice cum a while ago, but Bob's still in the running here too," she added pridefully.

"And that guy with the really big dick isn't doing much more than flogging it really," Joy observed. 

"Yeah, I think the big snake's dead!" Cheryl mused trying hard to stifle a laugh.

There was less than five minutes remaining now on the clock. Bob had begun seriously stroking his dick now in firm, strong repetitive up and down motions with his hand.

"Look's like my baby's almost there now," Cheryl stated unnecessarily. By the look on Bob's tortured face, it was evident that he was already nearing the peak of his ecstasy. "Oh yeah, oh yeah...watch him...SHOOT!" she cried out in enthusiastic agreement just as he did.

Bob's first two spunk shots were massively unbelievable. And in the way he was sitting, it was as though he had purposely aimed his flying cum at a couple of the women who had chosen to sit in the first row closest to the stage, as he sent each of them a warm welcoming spray of his jisim.

"Think he did that on purpose?" Joy laughingly joked. 

"Think those two women sat there hoping he would?" Cheryl retorted.

More importantly however, the intensity of Bob's climax clearly showed him taking the lead by over a full point on the meter.

"Nice go!" Joy stated sincerely, "That really was hot!"

"There's still five minutes left," Cheryl added now watching the only real competitor left in Dale as the guy with the enormous looking dick slowly began petering out of the contest. "I think he's finally given up trying to even make it hard."

Joy watched as Dale finally began pumping his prick in the familiar fashion he usually did when he was striving towards climax. "Look honey, Dale's gonna cum again!" And to everyone's surprise, he did.

Though his discharge wasn't quite as forceful as his first, his intensity reading surpassed his previous level, though it fell less than a tenth short of Bob's. Even then, many in the audience let out audible sighs of surprise and delight, followed by a few brief moans as it became miraculously obvious that his second climax of the evening had fallen just short of the mark.

"Still Joy, two cums, and both of them spectacular!" Cheryl beamed in excitement for her friend.

As the men returned to their seats giving their wives an appreciative hug and a kiss as they did, the spot-light once again appeared on stage with Marsha stepping inside it. She waited briefly for the continued murmurings of excitement to die down before speaking.

"Well, I am sure we're all in agreement that we've just witnessed some very powerful and erotic performances tonight from both the men and the women, so lets all give them a round of applause!"

Marsha stood patiently for the roar of the crowd to once again settle down. "We'll announce the winners of tonight's performance, as well as the grand prize winners for this week at tomorrow nights farewell dinner," she told everyone. "See you there!"

They filed out of the auditorium and began making there way back towards their Tipi, "I don't know about you guys," Joy began, "but watching you two made me horny all over again!"

"You're always horny," Dale lovingly teased his wife, "but you enjoyed watching us huh?"

"Did we ever!" Cheryl quipped, "But I've always enjoyed watching Bob jerk himself off, and after tonight, I think I'll be asking him to do it for me a little more often." Bob was grinning, as well as getting hard again. Cheryl noticed and lovingly took a hold of his lengthening cock. "But another time," she grinned. "Right now, I have a very wet moist place that needs some personal cock attention."

"Me too," Joy winked taking her husbands cock in hand as well. And together the four of them headed off for what would turn out to be a very long and erotic evening together.

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It was the last night of their stay before checking out the following morning. Dale was surprised to feel regret at having to leave already, he'd gotten so used to the comfort of walking around naked all the time, that it had already become almost second nature to him. In addition to that, the feeling of a near constant arousal, had yet relaxed him more than any other vacation in recent memory.

"I think we'll be coming back here next year," he told his wife.

"Count on it," she winked back at him.

And as sad as they all were to be leaving, they were still looking forward to the big feast that evening which would consist of Buffalo steaks, burgers and ribs along with a variety of other exotic meats and vegetables as well as side dishes. In addition, there was the late evening dance which everyone found not only fun to participate in doing, but in watching as well, as dancing so closely with one another while naked, had never failed to produce several of the floor couplings that many had hinted at as the evening progressed.

As they enjoyed their meal together beneath the stars, Marsha along with several members of her staff had been setting up a prize table nearby with certificates and memento's for the week's winners. Moments later she stepped up to the podium and began making a few announcements as everyone finished their dinners.

Bob as well as Joy were both given fifty percent off gift certificates for next years stay for their award winning performances in the solo competition. Even Dale was awarded a years supply of "cum along" lubricant for his second place finish.

"Now for the grand prize winner of a brand new 2008 Mustang convertible!" Marsha announced.

There were several in the running as everyone knew, but even Dale, Cheryl and Bob held their respective breaths as Marsha began running through the final points list totals.

"This first month's winner for this summer's events has scored the highest of any previous month's winners," Marsha continued.

"For most days spent in the nude. Voted on by a majority of men, and women..." she said looking up with a big smile on her face, "as the one they would all most like to cum on," Voted as the best amateur video, awarded the most points for flirtation with other guests, awarded the most points for doing the nasty in public," she said looking up with an even bigger smile on her face. "And the grand prize winner is...none other than Joy Davenport!"

Even knowing that Joy had a chance to win, it was still a surprise when her name was actually announced.  Amidst the cheering and applause, Joy carefully made her way up on stage where she was presented with her keys to her bright shiny new red sports car.

"Of course, you won't be eligible to win the car next year," Marsha informed her, but we certainly hope you'll be back to defend your title!"

"I may not be eligible to win the car again," Joy spoke taking the microphone from Marsha as they stood on stage together, "but I have two very dear friends and a husband who will most certainly give me and everyone else a real run for their money!" she challenged enthusiastically. "But you can certainly count on the four of us being here again next year, and making Camp X-TA-C an even wilder, more erotic adventure than even this one was!"

Joy turned at that moment, but rather than handing back the microphone to Marsha as might be expected, she ran it up and between the woman's legs instead in a slow teasing naughty little way. Flushed, Marsha allowed the innovative use of the microphone to continue before finally taking it back.

"And that is why this exotic little creature before you has won this event," she stated enthusiastically. "So hopefully we'll see a lot more of that, and a lot more of all of you next year!"

Joy held up her keys jingling them in her hand as she approached her friends.

"Congratulations honey!" Dale said taking her into his arms, kissing her as both Bob and Cheryl crowded around doing the same.

"What's say we go break in the new car?" she grinned suggestively.

"Here? Now?" Dale questioned glancing over towards his wife's new car that sat on the stage amidst the throng of dancers surrounding it. "Why not?" he quickly added taking his wife's hand, turning towards their friends as they did.

"Come on guys," he urged. "Come with us, only this time, we get the back seat!"

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They had just finished unpacking, though very little of what they had actually taken with them had even gotten worn. Joy still couldn't believe she was the owner of a brand new car, which she'd won simply by having fun. As a memento, she had thrown one of the brochures in her suitcase just before leaving, now picking it up thumbing through it as she relived and remembered their fabulous time together.

"What's so funny?" Dale asked hearing his wife's sudden snicker.

"This," she said handing him the brochure, "on the bottom of the page."

Dale read: "Welcome to camp X-TA-C, where even the mosquitoes are too busy fucking to bite!"

"You know, I bet that's true. I don't remember even getting bitten once, not by anything."

"Not by anything? Or any one?" Joy asked. "Come here then."

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