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Let's Twist Again

By: alexxxis



*Author's note: 

For those of you who have followed the escapades of Alexis in Literotica, you know there are twists and turns in my tales. My legions of loyal fans (you three know who you are!) have asked/pleaded/begged for a continuation of my "Texas Hold 'em" stories and most recently my "A Reeeeally FILFY Story". Naturally I'm flattered that Alexis is in demand but there are only so many hours in a day and I do have a real life (well, sort of)! What's a girl to do?

Solution; bring the characters from "Texas" and "FILF" together for a Literotica Nude Day contest submission! Kill three birds with one orgasm, so to speak. For those of you fresh to the wondrous, wacky world of Alexis, feel free to check out the stories under my nom de guerre. However, this story stands on its own and will hopefully make something else stand up for my frisky male readers. For my frolicsome female readers, drop your panties and fire up your Jessica Rabbit vibrator.

Remember kids, the characters in this story are of legal age and low morals; the perfect combination for an erotic story. Since this is a contest with mini-dollars and mega-egos on the line, please vote and comment. I love feedback, even from the anonymous guy who sent me a fan email stating, "Ur funy girl, I lik little tities". Sigh. 

Prologue: "What's past is prologue." (Willy Shakespeare)

Ok, bear with me; I need to set the stage for my friends and/or situations from "Texas" and "FILF". Chronologically, "FILF" comes first since I went to college and roomed with a gorgeous Southern Belle named Ashley Rose Cornwallis. Her daddy's name is Charles Howard Cornwallis IV, a filthy rich Southern gentleman who is more than a daddy to Ashley, if you get my drift. I became intertwined in their incestuous relationship in more ways than one.

"Texas" was after I graduated from college, moved to the big city and ingratiated myself with a bunch of guys at Murphy's sports bar. My buddies and I ended up on a yacht playing Texas Hold 'em not for money but for clothes (or removal thereof) in the true spirit of a Nude Day celebration. Two of the Murphy's men are Bryan, a wealthy trust funder who owns the yacht and Steven (aka Meat, heh heh). They will be coming along for this ride. 

Still with me? Indulge me one more paragraph so I can describe myself just a teeny bit so you can get the full mental image of a love goddess such as me. Picture this; black lustrous hair, full lips, curvaceous figure, flirtatious brown eyes and an animal magnetism. Now picture the opposite. That's me sports fans. The dark curvy one is actually Ashley Rose. My God, she attracts men like ticks to a dog, like flies to a picnic, like hookers to the 7th Fleet. My body has been generously described (thanks for the support, Mom) as willowy and slender. You could say I have breasts but that only qualifies if you count my nipples. Otherwise, I do have a shapely, athletic butt that the Murphy's boys like to slap in a comradely fashion when we greet each other at the bar. Ashley Rose, Mr. Cornwallis, Bryan and Meat have all toyed with my nips and I've heard no complaints. Each has explored my nether regions like Peary sought the North Pole with his loyal Eskimos. To continue this simile (or is it an analogy?), my own intrepid explorers found my girly regions as barren as the polar ice cap but with a slippery, pink crevasse to spelunk. 

Chapter One: "Idle Hands are the Devil's Playground" (Unknown)

Where was I? Ok, we are back to the future. Bryan, Meat and I were hanging at Murphy's Bar & Grill in late June drinking beer and idly watching a boring baseball game on the big screen. Murphy's carries every damn microbrew on the planet and Bryan and Meat were arguing which should win the gold medal this year. Personally, I think the way to judge beer is by the name and label graphics. 'Old Leghumper' and 'Blithering Idiot' compete for my taste buds. Meat is keen for 'Moose Drool' but Bryan champions 'Arrogant Bastard Ale'. You know how some dog owners look like their dogs? I think it's the same with beer drinkers and their favorite beers. Feel free to observe this at your own favorite watering hole.

Meat is definitely a man's man. He's like the super hero Thor. Longish blond hair, ice-blue eyes straight from Norway and teeth whiter than a polar bear's tummy. He's a sweet guy with easy-going personality. I suspect you can figure out his nickname. If you need help, I can vouch that it takes two hands to play his didgeridoo. I know, I know, it's a cliché but, Zeus, he's a big boy. It's a little intimidating for a miniature maiden like me. 

Bryan has no nickname. I think it's because he's so aristocratic. Tall, dark and handsome with money. How in the world one of the sluts who vie for his attention haven't landed this big fish I'll never know. I lost the final all-in Texas Hold 'em bet to him so we have been up close and personal both then and since then. He has a lean, mean body but nothing extraordinary in the man parts. But it's how you operate the backhoe that gets the hole dug. Bryan comes off a tiny bit arrogant (remember the beer?) but only to outsiders. He is so generous with his wealth it can be embarrassing to a slave wage earner like me. I do swallow my pride (as well as his yummy man gravy whenever possible) because I can't hang with these guys unless I gracefully accept their largesse. Thus my bar bills and entertainment expenses never find their way to my debit card when I'm with them. 

I'm not going to lie, I would love to be a permanent satellite around Bryan's planet but we seem destined to be great friends with benefits. I do try to undermine other girls' assets when they come sniffing around Bryan. I have a sharp tongue and I have excellent 'bimbar' (bimbo radar) when it comes to protecting my male friends. 

Anyhoo, back to the lazy day at Murphy's. Meat was thumbing through his iPhone's calendar looking for an appointment when he started laughing. Bryan and I eyed him suspiciously while waiting for an explanation. 

"Hey Nebraska, remember your 'My Little Pony' panties?" Meat asked with a grin. (Side story; my mean brothers nicknamed me Nebraska when I was a teenager because I was as flat as the Great Plains State and the name was leaked to these local yokels. Unfortunately the name is still appropriate).

"Well, yes I do, Mr. 'first out of the Hold 'em game'", I replied with an evil look. During the infamous Texas Hold 'em strip poker game I had enhanced my chances of winning by wearing more layers than an onion. I wore the 'My Little Pony' panties over my thong so I would last longer with those card sharks. 

Bryan choked on his pale ale and snorted some out his nose. 

"Nice look, Bry," I said as I dabbed foamy beer from his chin with my napkin. 

Meat continued, "The reason I bring it up is that Nude Day is on my calendar for next month and I couldn't help but remember your pathetic attempt to cheat on Bryan's yacht last year."

"Cheat?" I asked incredulously. "Show me the rules that state that a certain number of clothes must be worn and I will kiss your bare, hairless butt in front of your grandmother during High Mass."

"It's really more an ethical issue I believe, Alexis," Bryan interjected ponderously and then continued, "strip poker has unwritten rules of conduct and you violated Rule 5A."

"Rule 5A, huh. And that states what exactly?" I inquired.

"Strip poker players WANT to get naked quickly! Duh!" Bryan exclaimed.

"I had my virginal body to protect against your prying eyes," I countered weakly, "plus you guys know I can't bluff when I get a good hand."

Bryan and Meat both nodded knowingly while remembering our grand day on the yacht. 

Meat spoke up and said, "We should do it again. You know, have another Nude Day celebration."

"When is it this year?" Bryan asked quickly. He was always up for a party, especially one with naked women.

"July 14th according to this cute little secretary in my hand," Meat replied.

"What say you, virginal Alexis?" Bryan asked me with a sly smile.

I pulled my Droid out of my jeans and pretended to look at my calendar as if I were a CEO of a multi-national corporation. My eyes widened with surprise when I found that I actually did have a conflict. 

"I know this may surprise you two, but I actually have a life outside of Murphy's. My college roommate has invited me to visit that week. Sorry," I told them with regret. 

"Hold on, do you mean that hottie you showed us pictures of?" Meat asked. I had bragged about my beautiful college roommate many times to the boys. They were constantly badgering me to invite her for a visit so they could hit on her.

"What if she were to join us for a friendly little game of Nude Day poker too?" Bryan suggested innocently.

My mind was spinning and my butt was squirming because I knew the Cornwallis secret. Crap, I had been up close and personal participating in some seriously hot sex with my roommate and her father. Some things you just don't share with your buddies, even if you are treated as one of the guys. 

"Are you ashamed of your friends, Lexi?" Meat poked my shoulder good-naturedly.

My devilish mind was whirling like a dervish. What if? Should we? Would it work? My nipples were betraying me in my tight polo shirt. I was excited about this possibility also, witnessed by the dampness I felt between my pussy lips. 

"Earth to Nebraska, Earth to Nebraska," Bryan intoned as he looked pointedly at my erect nipples. 

"It's complicated guys. I'm invited to Ashley's place and I can't change that just because you want to see her naked," I finally responded.

"However, let me talk to her. Give me a minute and I'll call her," I continued.

I went to Murphy's outdoor seating area for a little privacy to call Ashley Rose. I was a little nervous about this but she knew all about my friends from calls and emails. 

"Lexi! I was just talking about you with Daddy. We are both so excited about your upcoming visit," Ashley shrieked when she answered. Uh oh, I thought. Is this a good idea or not? Nothing ventured, nothing gained I thought as I got ready to propose a change in plans.

"Ashley Rose, I hope your conversation about me with Daddy is pure of heart, you little minx," I said with a smile in my voice. 

"Always, sweetie. But Daddy did bring up your amazing clit again! He is obsessed with your little toy soldier," she giggled. Ashley was referring to the fact that my clit gets very firm and long when aroused and her Daddy had feasted on my bald man in the boat with enthusiasm. 

"Um, Ash, do you remember when I told you about the time I went on a yacht with my guy friends from Murphy's?" I asked.

"Of course, you dirty little slut. I was so turned on by the fact that you were the only girl on the boat and you got naked with all of them," she gushed.

"Well, I'm just going to ask rather than beat around the bush. How would you feel about two of my guys coming with me to visit?" I asked with trepidation and then continued, "I know I've told you about them, it's Bryan and Meat."

Ashley Rose is the epitome of Southern graciousness. She did not miss a beat when she replied, "Of course they can come, honey!"

"Wait a minute...what about Daddy?" I asked, knowing there was going to be some seriously kinky sex if I came alone. 

"Oh, don't worry. He will love having some other men around. As long as we can have our private little party after hours I'm sure it will be fine. You know, Daddy has been hinting that I should expand my horizons with other men. I think he's starting to feel like our special relationship is hurting my future. This could be a good test of that theory actually!" Ashley exclaimed. 

"Just one more thing, Ashley. These boys have another Nude Day party in mind, which occurs while we would be there. I know how open you and Daddy are about sex but what about with outsiders? Will that be a problem?" I countered.

"Oh my Lawd, I do declare," she said with an exaggerated Southern drawl, "I believe we can adapt if necessary. You did say this Meat guy has a monster, right?"

"I've got another great idea, Lex, I'm going to invite my cousin Jo Lynn to even out the gender ratio. You met her at graduation I think. She is a naughty girl who will love this idea," she continued. 

Wow, this thing was taking on a life of its own! I'm thinking this year's Nude Day might surpass the yacht trip. And that would be hard to do.

Chapter Two: "Reality leaves a lot to the imagination" (John Lennon)

Since we had a few weeks before our trip to the Cornwallis estate, the conversations at Murphy's usually revolved around how to properly celebrate Nude Day. After the initial giddiness over the fact that we were all going to a Southern mansion for a naked party, some reality talk started to creep in to the conversation. 

"Alex, I'm sure you've thought about this but what about Ashley's parents? Lord knows we've all done our share of sneaking around behind our parents back but is there any problem for Ashley?" Bryan asked one day.

I wasn't about to spill the beans about Ashley's incestuous relationship with her father or my own participation in a love triangle with them. I figured Ashley and Daddy would keep our private business confined to Ashley's bedroom after hours. 

"It won't be a problem because there is a huge guest house well away from the main mansion that is secluded and private. It has a massive swimming pool and spa as well. It will be perfect for a private party," I told them. 

"What about Ashley's mother? You haven't said much about her; will she be suspicious?" Meat asked.

"Meat, I will issue a personal challenge to you. During this trip, if you can make Mrs. Cornwallis do anything that resembles normal human behavior, which includes a real smile or heaven forbid, a laugh, I will dance naked in the downtown plaza fountain at high noon. She is a seriously uptight Southern matriarch. Overmedicated too, in my guesstimation," I explained.

"She just needs a little Meat on her bones," Bryan chortled.

"Give me a hint; what does she like to do for fun?" Meat asked. 

"Fun? I don't think she knows that word. However, she does love horses and they have a whole stable of thoroughbreds. Do you know how to ride a horse, Meat?" I asked.

"Hmmm, interesting. That will be my personal goal during this trip. Loosen up Mama. God, I love a challenge," Meat said with an evil glint in his eye and then continued, "plus I can't wait to see you get arrested for being naked in the fountain."

"Ok, Bryan, what have you planned for the Nude Day party? I have one absolute, non-negotiable, no exceptions rule; you cannot use Texas Hold 'em again as a get-naked game," I stated and crossed my arms over my mighty chest defiantly. 

"Jeeze, stick girl, don't get your panties in a wad. I'm way ahead of you. I've got a totally unique plan to titillate all who participate. Has your adorable boy toy Bryan ever let you down?" he asked as he rubbed my bare knee under the table. 

Full disclosure here; I know I've told you kind readers that Bryan and I are friends first and sometime lovers second. But, I can't lie, when he touches my bare skin I go all gooey inside. It's like he has this mesmerizing touch that I crave like a crack whore needs meth. Since he knows I have no defense against his charms he does take advantage sometimes. Like now. He is sliding his hand up my leg under my loose cargo shorts. We are sitting at our favorite table in the back corner so we can watch all the big screens. Meat is to my right, totally absorbed texting something about his business. Bryan continues to slide his right hand under my shorts until he finds my silky thong guarding the entrance to my girl cave. 

Using only his middle finger he caresses the silk over my hairless pussy lips. I'm like silly putty in Bryan's hands so I spread my legs just a little more to give him full access to my pink taco. I'm gushing girl juice already so his finger is rubbing wet silk over my swelling clit. I'm not an orgasmic screamer per se, but when the moment comes I'm only human. Involuntarily, I reach out for support to keep from sliding under the table. I grasp Bryan's and Meat's nearby shoulders and pinch hard on their deltoid muscles like Spock giving the Vulcan death grip. A low moan escapes me as I clap my thighs together, trapping Bryan's hand between my legs. 

"Ow! Jesus, Lex, are you all right?" Meat asked as he squirmed under my grip. I used every bit of restraint to keep from shouting out my bliss. Instead, I hung my head down and breathed deeply while Bryan evilly continued to stroke my saturated panties. 

"Sorry boys, I just had a major cramp. It's that time of the month again," I lied to Meat. 

Bryan pried his hand from between my legs and surreptitiously examined his wet finger. He pointedly looked at me and sucked on his middle finger. 

"I've got a cramp in this finger, Alex. Maybe we should both go see a cramp specialist," Bryan said smiling around the finger in his mouth. 

Meat looked at us both a bit bewildered. He shrugged and went back to his texting. 

"I'll give you a real cramp, bucko," as I reached under the table and twisted his half-hard cock. I gave his dick a couple strokes and felt it immediately harden. 

"Oops, look at the time. I've got to go," I said as I squeezed the head of Bryan's turgid turkey neck. I stood up and kissed Meat on the cheek and winked at Bryan who was obviously frustrated by my cock tease. 

"See you in the funny papers, boys," I said as I made my exit. It wasn't until I was sitting in my car did I realize I had a serious wet spot in the crotch of my khaki shorts. I was still tingling from Bryan's finger massage. Maybe it was time to dust off my pocket rocket tonight since my juices were already flowing. Yes, indeed.

Chapter 3: "Travel and change of place impart new vigor to the mind." (Seneca) 

The Cornwallis plantation was a couple hours from the nearest airport hub so Bryan, Meat and I were prepared to rent a car when we arrived. Not so fast, damn Yankee carpetbaggers! You've all seen the guy at the airport terminal holding the sign with a name on it. In this case the guy in the monkey suit was holding up a sign with NOEL PARTY printed in big letters. 

I beamed at my compatriots and pranced up to the driver like I did this all the time. We all trooped to the baggage claim to collect my two huge bags. The boys had bitched about my bags ever since picking me up at home. They were holding small carry-on bags and probably wouldn't use half of the contents in them. 

Our driver handled all the baggage and led us out the door to the same huge, black limo that Ashley Rose and I traveled to her home back in the day. Benjamin (my new best friend and personal driver) winked at me as he held open the rear door. I curtsied like a princess and settled into the enormous back seat. Bryan and Meat followed quickly and sat by the windows with Princess Alexis in the middle. Benjamin slammed the doors and we were off to our Nude Day adventures at the Cornwallis plantation. Whoopee!

"Meat, honey, please pour me a dot of champagne. I'm awfully parched after that dreadful flight," I simpered. Actually, we had flown first class because my guys did not travel with the sweaty masses. Because of that we had downed a few cocktails already and we were feeling good.

Meat knew his way around a champagne bottle. He draped a white towel over his arm and presented the bottle to me like a wine steward at the Four Seasons. 

"Missy, we have a charming 1990 Krug that I believe you will like," Meat said with swishy French accent. He leered at me like a vaudevillian comedian while he waited for my answer.

"Are you sure you don't have any 1989? That was such a better year! But yours will have to do. Serve it bitch," I sneered meanly at him.


Let's Twist Again



After filling the crystal champagne glasses with bubbly, we touched our glasses and set off on what I knew would be a great weekend. 

Chapter 4: "My sexual preference is often." (Unknown)

By the time we arrived at the front gate of the Cornwallis mansion, we weren't feeling much pain. A couple of dead soldiers were upside down in the silver bucket. As I said, Bryan is a privileged man and lived high on the hog all his life. However, even he was flabbergasted when we rolled through the security gates and headed toward the mansion on the hill, which looked a stage set for "Gone With the Wind". 

I rolled the sunroof open and stood on the seat so my head was outside and I could look over the top of the limo. I made Bryan and Meat stand up too so they could enjoy the breathtaking scene up the driveway. I saw Ashley Rose standing on the steps waiting for us. She waved excitedly at us.

"Miss Scarlett, Miss Scarlett! I'm home!" I screamed and waved at Ashley like the maniac I am. 

Ashley Rose was raised a very proper girl but after four years of rooming together at college I had loosened her up quite a bit. She was laughing at my shenanigans but still looked like a cover girl for any fashion magazine out there. I could tell the boys were ogling her as we got closer. The tiny photos on my Droid couldn't tell the full story of Ashley's astonishing beauty.

As soon as Benjamin let me out of the limo, I rushed up the white stairs to greet Ashley. We were hugging each other and squealing like teenagers at a Justin Bieber concert. 

"Where are my manners? These two gentlemen must be your friends from the big city. Welcome to my home, I'm so glad you could come. I'm Ashley Rose," she said as she held out her hand to my boys.

Bryan and Meat jostled each other as they both attempted to shake Ashley's hand at the same time. Bryan won and held her hand firmly while introducing himself and telling her how pleased he was to be there.

"Ah hem," Meat cleared his throat to get his turn. Ashley somehow extricated her hand from Bryan's grasp and turned to meet Meat (Get it? 'Meet Meat'? Gawd, I crack myself up sometimes). 

"Miss Ashley Rose, I'm Steven, at your service," Meat said as he brought her hand to his lips to kiss like a Prussian diplomat. I think he even clicked his heels. 

"Ash, his real name is Meat. I'm quite sure you will find his name to be quite fitting," I giggled as Meat actually blushed. These two guys were never awkward around women. Ashley does raise the bar on womanhood though. I can't even see over the bar.

"I'm so happy to meet both of you. Alexis has spoken of you so much. And I understand we will be celebrating a holiday I'm unfamiliar with. Bryan, a package arrived for you this week and it is in your room. Is it for the party?" Ashley asked coyly.

"It is for the party. But perhaps Alexis hasn't told you that I don't disclose what is going to happen at the party until the right moment," he replied to Ashley as he gave me a noogie to my short, boyish haircut. I retaliated with a sharp jab to his ribs with my bony elbow. 

"Since our Nude Day celebration isn't until tomorrow night, we have tonight and tomorrow to weasel information from him, Ash," I stated confidently. I was known as Nancy Drew to my brothers and parents growing up. I should be a detective someday to put my sleuthing talents to good use. 

"Won't happen, Alex. I'm Fort Knox," he said as he mimed locking his lips. 

"We will see. We will see," I retorted. 

Ashley clapped her hands and exclaimed, "Let me show you boys your rooms so you can freshen up for dinner. Mother and Daddy are anxious to meet you too. Alexis, Daddy is in his study if you would like to say hello. I will be back in a bit," she said as she smiled that Mona Lisa smile I knew so well when she was communicating silently. 

Ashley hooked her arms under Bryan and Meat's arms and guided them down the stairs to the path that led to the guest house and pool. They healed like pups in the Westminster Dog Show. Men can be so pathetic sometimes.

I entered the mansion and gawked at the huge paintings of Cornwallis I, II and III. I couldn't help thinking about what it must have been like back in the day. I knocked lightly on the open door to Mr. Cornwallis' study. 

"Permission to come aboard, Captain?" I called out through my cupped hands shaped like a megaphone.

"Alexis! My goodness, you get more beautiful every time I see you," Charles Howard Cornwallis IV exclaimed as he strode toward me with open arms. As cool as his full name is he insists that I call him Charlie, but I feel like an adopted child given that I had joined his incestuous relationship with his daughter. Thus, I do call him Daddy in private and it does help with the role play too, if you understand my meaning. One other thing; Charlie IV is a hunkster of a man. He would have played Rhett Butler in GWTW. Clark Gable might have gotten a role as the plantation foreman or something.

"Daddy," I cooed as he crushed me tightly to his body. Charlie reached over my head and shut the door to his study. I heard the lock tumble as he flicked the dead bolt. This had the makings of a fun family reunion. 

"I heard from a little birdie that you were reminiscing about my girly parts," I teased him as I stroked his hard butt while we clutched each other tightly. 

"You heard right, sweetie," Charlie replied as he raised my chin to kiss me in a not-so-fatherly way. As you know I'm a wispy little thing so Charlie easily scooped me up with one arm and he carried me over to his sumptuous, brown leather couch and deposited me on the soft arm. I wore a comfortable, yellow sundress for the trip which made Charlie's access to my aforementioned girly parts quite simple. He wasted no time sliding my dress up my thighs, exposing my bare pussy. Oh, did I mention I accidentally forgot to put on panties this morning? 

"Lean back, baby," IV ordered as he knelt on the floor between my legs. The height of the sofa arm was perfectly suited for his obvious intent. On his knees, his face was perfectly in line with my Venus fly trap without bending over. I had a big, cushy pillow behind me so I could watch Charlie as he began to give me tiny licks on my sensitive inner thighs. I had been anticipating a cordial Southern welcome but this probably wouldn't make the Emily Post "Book of Etiquette". What Charlie and Ashley Rose were fondly remembering from previous trysts was that although God deprived me of boobs, she made up for it with long, pink nipples and a clit that grew disproportionately large when stimulated. Hey, it's only fair!

Charlie had not touched my cunny yet, but the sheer thrill of seeing his head between my legs and him breathing lightly on my bare skin made my little bald mechanic peek his head out from under his hood. My surrogate father watched in awe as my clit became engorged and moistened with the juices that were stirring. Charlie leaned forward enough to touch the tip of his tongue on the pink point of my love bean. 

"Oh Daddy, I'm so glad to be home," I purred as I massaged my eraser sized nipples through my dress. I closed my eyes as Charlie got more energetic with his oral exam. He grasped each of my knees with his hands and spread my legs further apart. I could feel his wet tongue licking my slit from the bottom all the way to the top, lingering there to suck on my engorged clitoris. Unlike a lot of girls, I cum very fast when the mood is right and this couldn't be better. I was face-fucking my best friend's father in the study of his mansion. His wife was around somewhere, there were servants in the house and this quickie felt deliciously dangerous. Charlie teased my clit by rolling his tongue around and around it. He bit it ever so lightly with his teeth which sent me over the edge. I gushed pussy juice and he lapped up every bit of my naughty nectar. I left my nips to fend for themselves so I could grasp Charlie's head and pull his face tight against my quivering cunt. His tongue was lashing the entrance to my vagina like a tiny cock trying to fuck me senseless. It worked. I was irrational as I called out every filthy word I had learned from my brothers, my bar buddies and Internet porn. 

"Daddy, Daddy, oh my God," I rasped as Charlie slowly withdrew from my twitching twat. I looked down at him and he licked his lips like the Cheshire Cat. 

"Mmmm, just like I remembered," Charlie said as he smiled at me with contentment. 

"Let me do you now," I demanded as I leaned forward to kiss his wet face. I licked my pussy fruit juice from his lips and bit his lower lip with desire.

"Not now, honey pie. We've pushed the limit for time as it is. Go up to your room and get ready for cocktails and dinner. I'm looking forward to meeting your friends," Charlie stated unequivocally. 

"Speaking of which, are you ok with this Nude Day plan Ashley told you about?" I asked as I tried to compose myself to leave the room. 

"I'm not totally sure but I intend to watch and see how the weekend plays out. I'm not a prude, as you know all too well. I have never shared Ashley Rose with anyone but you so this could be liberating for both of us. I think she needs to explore a wider selection of men. I hope your friends are open-minded as well," Charlie said. 

"Oh, don't worry about that! We have developed a great confidence regarding our relationships and we believe anything goes amongst consenting adults," I told him as I stroked his hard cock inside his chinos. 

"No! Bad girl!" Charlie pulled my hand off the solid lump in his pants. He unlocked the door and shooed me upstairs to my room. I felt my swollen pussy lips rub together with pleasure as I mounted each step. You can't beat a little afternoon delight with a man as skilled at cunnilingus as Charlie. (By the way, if there is a better word in the English erotic language than 'cunnilingus', then let me know. I love the sound of it; Ms. Alexis Noel, Cunnilingus Professor from the University of Paris will be the guest speaker for the International Conference of Oral Gratification.)

Naturally, my bags were already unpacked in the room that adjoined Ashley's room. I stripped off my dress and walked through the door that separated the two rooms. Ashley walked in through the hall door at the same time. 

"Alexis, my dear girl, are you not feeling well? You look so flushed," she said to me mockingly, knowing full well I had been with her Daddy. She came over and gave me a hug and then slipped her hand between my legs. 

"Oh my, what do we have here?" she asked as felt my swollen lips and clit. I bucked a little because I was still very sensitive. Ashley brought her wet fingers up to her mouth and sucked the juice from them. 

"Mmmm, seems like Daddy had his dessert before the main meal," she declared with a warm smile. 

"That man does love to eat pussy. Especially yours!" she laughed. 

"Did you get my boys settled in their rooms?" I asked.

"Yes, what a pair they are. Charming, gorgeous, smart, funny; what more could a girl ask? I can't wait to see them naked!" Ashley exclaimed and hugged me again.

"My cousin, Jo Lynn, arrived just as we got to the guest house. It's a good thing I was there to keep the boys in line for a while. Wait until you see her naked; she's got tits and an ass you can't believe. I won't be surprised if there are some musical beds played this weekend," she laughed.

"Let's get ready for cocktails. Mother frowns on starting the alcohol late," Ashley rolled her eyes at me as she told me that. Ashley stripped off her shirt and bra exposing her stunning breasts. Perfectly formed, they seemed to defy gravity as they bounced on her chest. I couldn't resist them so I leaned down and sucked one of her dark nipples into my mouth. Her nipple hardened instantly so I switched to the other one and got it aroused as well. 

I stopped when Ashley moaned in protest. I grinned at her obvious pleasure and tweaked her long nipples with my fingers. 

"Ok, ok, let's get ready. My suggestion is not wear a bra tonight. We need to tease the boys so they are in the right mood for the weekend," I advised.

Chapter 5: "Everybody should believe in something; I believe I'll have another drink." (Unknown)

Cocktails and dinner at the Cornwallis mansion is nearly as elaborate as a state dinner at the White House. Servers with pristine, white coats stood at attention on the flag-stoned patio as Ashley and I joined the party. Naturally, we planned our entrance to be slightly late but not so much as to piss off Mother Cornwallis. We both wore white silk blouses but Ashley had on a very cool, very short, navy blue pleated skirt. My skirt was a very tight, bright red, pencil skirt and skin tight, silk top. I figured since I had a body like a pencil I might as well play the role! 

Jo Lynn was surrounded by Bryan and Charlie. I had met her previously but holy shit, this girl was built. She had on a low-cut peasant blouse that showed off her décolletage like a butcher would show his patrons the latest prime beef in his shop. What is it about men and tits; a primal urge to nurse again? But I knew Jo Lynn was a sweet girl so I wasn't too jealous. At least for now!

The stunner on the veranda was Meat and Mother Cornwallis. They were perched on a love seat by the koi pond chatting like old friends. I'm not shitting you when I say I've never had a meaningful conversation with the woman. I don't think she liked me for corrupting her daughter at college. I narrowed my eyes at Meat because I suddenly remembered our bet. That conniving bastard was trying to get Mama to come out of her shell. Good luck, sucker.

Like all cocktail parties we all mingled and chatted and flirted as appropriate. Charlie and Bryan really hit it off as rich folk tend to do. Ashley Rose was drawn in like a moth to the flame. Nestled between her father, with whom she has an active incestuous relationship, and Bryan, a handsome, wealthy man who, now that I looked closer, looked remarkably like Ashley's father. What the fuck? Is this some kind of bizarro world like that episode of 'Seinfeld' when everything was opposite of what was known and understood? Meat and Mother were tight as ticks talking about horses so Jo Lynn and I hung around the edges of the conversations, while the free flowing alcohol worked its wonders.

You will not believe this but one of the slaves actually came outside with a little silver bell, tinkled it discretely and said, "Dinnah is served". No shit. It was so cool. I actually laughed which warranted a stern look from Mother Cornwallis. Meat leaned back and leered at her ass while she killed me with a look meant to get me to behave.

The mansion's dining room was just like mine back in the city. Riiiight. My dining room was a folding stand that I put in front of my TV. The Cornwallis dining room was nothing short of mind-boggling. White, starched table cloth; cloth napkins shaped like swans; fucking candelabras; and more forks, knives and spoons on each place setting than my sweet mother has in her whole kitchen. I had been to the Cornwallis pad more than once so I knew my way around the plate. My boys were performing admirably. Bryan was chatting up Charlie about money shit while engaging Ashley Rose at the same time. She was lapping it up like a starving kitten in front of a bowl of cream. Meat finagled a seat next to Mother and I overheard a conversation that included a horse ride tomorrow. Mother Cornwallis was actually showing her teeth which could be construed as a smile if I lowered my betting standards. 

"So, Jo Lynn, what's been going on in your life lately?" I asked her to keep our end of the table going. I couldn't help but look down at her flawless, swelling breasts. They were just so...out there. She caught me looking and touched my hand to bring my eyes up from they had strayed.

"I've been good. Thank you so much for including me in this party. I just broke up with this drunken jerk who I should have shot instead of fucked. What a dick. I sometimes think I should look into being a lesbian," she whispered meaningfully as she looked into my eyes. Did I mention bizarro world? 

Although I leaned toward more hetero than homo, I enjoyed many a night between the sheets with Ashley Rose in college. We are both highly sexed girls and there is no better sex than oral from another girl. It's like trading insider information on the stock market because we know the intimate parts so well.

I arched an eyebrow questioning what I was hearing from this poster girl for a mechanic's calendar. 

"Um, Jo Lynn, have you ever been with a girl?" I asked quietly so we couldn't be overheard.

"No, but I think I could learn quickly!" she laughed conspiratorially. She placed her warm hand on my thigh which did give me goosies (as J-Lo says too often on Idol). Since I wasn't getting any attention from the boys at the table maybe Jo Lynn would be a nice alternative. I speculated silently if I would suffocate between the soft pillows on her chest. 

"Who knows what will happen this weekend, Jo Lynn. Ashley told you about the Nude Day celebration, right?" I asked her.

"Oh my God, yes! I can't wait; it sounds like so much fun," she gushed. In my mind's eye I pictured Jo Lynn naked next to Alexis naked. A Rubens painting of a nude woman next to Edvard Munch's painting 'The Scream' comes to mind. Guess which of us goes with each painting!

The meal was a tiny bit more elaborate than take out from the China Palace down the street from me. Every friggin' course had a different wine. About two hours later we were all fat, happy and pretty inebriated. Ashley Rose was across the table from me seated between Bryan, who looked and acted like IV, and her Daddy, who looked and acted like Bryan. I couldn't see either of her hands but I had a sneaking suspicion that her fingers were walking on the wild side. Picture Ashley Rose as the white creamy filling in a Daddy-Bryan Oreo cookie? Delicious!

Meat and Mother were still yukking it up at the end of the table. I know I've made Mother Cornwallis sound like she's 100 years old and all withered and ugly. Maybe I've been so blinded by Ashley's father over the years that I couldn't see Mother clearly. As I observed Meat bringing her out of her shell, I began to see her differently. She was only mid-40s and half the genetic code of beautiful Ashley so as I looked at her closer I saw what Meat was seeing. Mrs. Cornwallis had sharper angles where Ashley was curvy but she was as fit as anyone I've ever seen her age. Her clothes were modest but I could tell that her breasts were smaller than Ashley's and they looked nice and tight. I overheard Meat call her 'Lizzie'. What the friggin' hell? I knew her name was Elizabeth but this was starting to look like I might be the naked Maypole in the city center fountain.

As the meal ended, we all agreed that soaking in the spa with more cocktails sounded like a splendid idea. Ashley's parents excused themselves from the rest of us and wished us a good night. I have to say that it appeared like Charlie was giving Bryan a chance to have Ashley by himself for a while. Interesting. And Mother/Lizzie confirmed a horse ride with Steven/Meat for the next morning. Interesting. And Jo Lynn's hand had never left my thigh. Interesting. And the Nude Day party was tomorrow night. Verrry interesting. 

Chapter Six: "Strangers are just friends waiting to happen." (Rod McKuen)

Bryan decreed as we left the dinner that there would be no nudity in the spa or pool tonight. He is like that when he's focused on party. Like we were virgins saving ourselves for the wedding night; boy, my future husband would be like Ponce de Leon fruitlessly searching for my long gone cherry! 

Ashley and I ran up to our rooms to change into our bikinis. We threw on black, silky, Chinese robes she had in her room for the walk down to the guest house. When we got to the pool and spa next to the guest house, Bryan and Meat were already popping the cork on the champagne that was conveniently chilled in an ice bucket. They poured the bubbly into the fine crystal glasses; no plastic shit at this hacienda. Jo Lynn opened her guest room door and stepped outside in her bikini. All four of us watched in awe as she bounced across the patio to the bar. Her bikini was pure white and her skin was pure white so that it seemed like she was nude. Her skin was flawless; no freckles, no moles, no scars, no tattoos, no nothing. Jo Lynn's tits were like high beams in the eyes of a deer to Bryan and Meat. I poked both of them to get them back to Earth. 




Let's Twist Again



"Spa anyone?" Ashley asked, being the perfect hostess as always.

Ashley shed her robe and revealed her spectacular body to the rest of us. She is perfectly proportioned with nicely rounded hips and average sized boobs. It was her total package that stunned people the most. Bryan quickly offered his hand to help her into the spa (and to get the seat next to her). Meat did the same with Jo Lynn. It was a six person spa so I was looking a little like a fifth wheel. I dropped my robe on the chair next to the spa. I was wearing my microscopic bikini from the previous Nude Day yacht trip. My top could have been designed for the eye patches in a pirate movie. The thong bottom was made of dental floss and a tiny scrap of fabric the seamstress must have found on the floor. I posed coyly and walked up and down the patio like those dorky models on a Paris runway. 

"Get in here you nut-case!" Ashley called. She indicated I should sit between her and Jo Lynn. I did just that and then surveyed the others for signs of lust and desire. Everyone was holding their champagne glass with one hand but that left another hand free to roam the depths of the spa like Captain Nemo in his submarine. 

Bryan is never one to pass up a chance for a toast so he held up his glass and waited for the rest of us to join him.

"Friendship is the wine of life. Let's drink of it and to it," he said smiling as he looked each of us in the eye.

" Here's to the wine we love to drink, and the food we like to eat.

Here's to our wives and sweethearts, let's pray they never meet.

Here's champagne for our real friends And real pain for our sham friends.

And when this life is over, may all of us find peace," Meat intoned when it was his turn. Jo Lynn looked a little confused but I patted her shoulder in sympathy.

"Here's to you and here's to me, 

Friends may we always be! 

But, if by chance we disagree, 

Up yours! Here's to me!" Jo Lynn shouted. She was grinning from ear to ear about her contribution which she probably learned at a Frat party. 

"May we kiss whom we please, 

And please whom we kiss," Ashley shyly told us as we clinked our glasses again. I'm thinking her toast fit this weekend perfectly!

My turn. Hmmm, so many ways to go. Serious? Frivolous? Pornographic?

"Here's to being single, seeing double, and sleeping triple," I told the rest of my spa mates to poke fun at the imbalance of females to males in the water.

"Here here!" they all shouted. With that settled we killed the first bottle in quick fashion. Meat rose from the spa to get another bottle. I suspected Jo Lynn had been playing with his dick through his swim trunks because the wet material clung to his manhood, clearly revealing how he got his nickname. Ashley Rose stopped saying something in mid-sentence to Bryan because the sight distracted her so much. I was rather amused because I'd been there, done that on the yacht. Jo Lynn obviously had her sights set on bagging a trophy this weekend. 

"So, Bryan, I need to know what to wear tomorrow night. Remind of what we are going to do again," I asked slyly.

"Nice try Nancy Drew. All I will say is that you won't be disappointed," he replied with confidence. 

"Ashley Rose, do you think you and I could possibly coerce some information out of him if we two-timed him?" I asked my best friend.

"He won't have a chance, dahlin'," she replied as she got up and straddled him in the spa. I slid over so I could nibble on his ear and tweak his nipples with my fingers. I reached down between his legs and found Ashley grinding her pussy against his hardening cock. I alternated between stroking Bryan's dick and flicking Ashley's clit. I upped the ante by climbing on Bryan's lap facing Ashley. I unfastened her bikini top at the same time as she untied mine (so much for Bryan's no nudity rule!). We rubbed our wet nipples against each other while we rubbed our pussies against Bryan's hard prick. I took advantage of the proximity of Ashley to make out with her while the others looked on. Since we had practiced a lot during college it was totally natural. Bryan was tweaking one of my nipples while doing the same to one of Ashley's. 

In the mean time, Meat and Jo Lynn were taking advantage of each other. Jo's fantastic tits were floating in the water since Meat had freed her buoyant boobies from her top. My first thought was that if I was ever drowning I would want Jo Lynn to rescue me because she had natural life savers. Jo Lynn must have decided that straddling her partner was a good idea since it seemed to be working for Ashley and me. I did notice that she shed her bottom before doing so and had pulled Meat's trunks down to his ankles. Since I had a bird's eye view of them it was obvious Jo was prepping Meat for the final score. I saw her raise her butt out of the water to position his incredibly large cock at her pussy entrance. 

All three of us on the other side of the spa were watching with appreciation. Jo Lynn slowly lowered herself down on his totem pole. I was grimacing as she sunk down on Meat. My little twat would be screaming in protest right now but Jo Lynn was handling it like she was a bottomless pit. I did hear a little squeal out of her as she settled down on him completely. 

I was not going to let this erotic scene go without justice for Ashley and me so I stripped off my floss and pulled Ashley's bottom off quickly. Bryan knew what to do so he pulled his trunks off in preparation for a three-way. We all assumed our original positions except that I guided Bryan's nice hard cock directly into Ashley's willing cunt. After a few strokes I indicated to Ashley that it was my turn. She raised up and I maneuvered our communal piston into my well oiled cylinder. I bounced up and down a few times while resuming the kissy-face session with Ashley. Bryan caught on quickly so he took over the role of switching off fucking Ashley and me after a couple strokes each. 

Out of the corner of my eye I watched Meat pound away on Jo Lynn. I happen to know from bar talk that some of Meat's girl friends had moved on because they couldn't handle his chunky monkey. Jo Lynn seemed to be up to the task as she raised her hips completely out of the water, nearly disengaging from Meat's dick and then plunging down until his submarine was on the bottom of her Mariana Trench. 

Since all of us were pretty lubricated with alcohol and sex it wasn't long before things reached a crescendo. Ashley and I were making out like teenagers in the movie balcony while Bryan fucked us silly. Jo Lynn was making some animal sounds that indicated she was close. The water was sloshing over the sides of the spa as bodies were humping and bumping. I reached under Ashley's ass and grasped Bryan's balls when he was deep inside her. He groaned as he unleashed his hot jism inside her. I wanted her to enjoy the moment because I had already been there. Ashley tensed up when she felt his cock unload inside her. She immediately began a furious rocking on his cock to bring herself to climax. I was holding on for dear life as my two best friends fucked like dogs in heat. What fun!

Jo Lynn screamed as Meat blew his load into her hungry cunt. She was totally out of control as she stroked her clit with one hand and tried to force more of Meat's sexy salami into her with the other hand. The spa was like a tsunami by this time because of the gyrations of all parties concerned. I wished that I had a movie camera so I could sell this scene to the porno guys. 

Very slowly everyone came down from the sexual high we had achieved. Jo Lynn was still impaled on Meat's member, which wasn't too surprising since even half hard the guy was an anaconda. Ashley had her head on my shoulder in exhaustion as I petted her sweet ass. Bryan and Meat laid their heads back on the edge of the spa, probably thanking the lucky stars above them about this fortunate weekend. 

"What's on the agenda for tomorrow?" I asked idly when I thought semi-intelligent conversation could happen. 

I climbed off Bryan so Ashley could collapse on his chest. What a cute couple!

"Mr. Cornwallis and Ashley are taking me on a tour of the plantation tomorrow morning," Bryan said as he nibbled on Ashley's ear. 

"Mrs. Cornwallis and I are riding horses tomorrow," Meat told us while looking at me with an evil eye. I knew he was vying to win our bet. Bastard.

"Jo Lynn, are you available for bird-watching tomorrow? Remember what we talked about earlier at dinner," I called over to Ashley's cousin. 

Jo barely acknowledged me as she languidly fucked the pogo stick which seemed to be taking up permanent residence in her willing cunt condo. I'm not sure she was quite as interested going vegetarian after getting a taste of Meat (Sorry, I can't help myself!)

Oh boy. Nude Day is tomorrow and we already were naked and fucking like minks. It was like setting off fireworks on July 3rd. I liked it.

Chapter Seven: "Riding: The art of keeping a horse between you and the ground."        (Unknown)

The sun was over the yardarm by the time I woke up. I peeked into Ashley's room but she was not present. Her bed didn't look like it had been slept in last night. The little harlot must have bedded down with Bryan. I had staggered up to the big house by myself last night, leaving the others to pickle themselves in the spa.

I showered, threw on some casual clothes and ventured down the grand staircase to the kitchen where I hoped I could find some food. I was reminded again that this wasn't my own little hovel when I saw a huge buffet of food set out for brunch. I loaded up and found my way to the sun room where I heard voices. 

"Alexis, I hope you slept well," Charlie said as he patted the chair next to him. Mrs. Cornwallis was standing by the window drinking coffee or tea, seemingly absorbed in her own thoughts. She was dressed in those dorky riding clothes that you see in the hunt paintings. 

"Hi Mr. C. Good morning, Mrs. C.," I said as I sat down to devour my food. I may be a twig but I can out-eat any girl in my weight class. The food was delicious and the juice must have been squeezed this morning between the thighs of virgin slaves. I did notice that my casual greeting got a rise out of Mother. She looked like she was just about to reprimand me when Meat and Bryan came into the room carrying huge plates heaped with food. 

Meat and Bryan didn't make my mistake. They both greeted the Cornwallis' with respect and then gratitude for the accommodations and hospitality. Meat immediately engaged Mrs. C into a conversation about their horse ride. She became a new person when discussing horses. She said the horses were being prepared for their ride and Steven (no nicknames for her) could change into riding clothes at the stable. 

In the mean time, Charlie and Bryan were discussing their plans to see the plantation and the surrounding countryside as soon as Ashley Rose arrived. I'm pretty sure Charlie knew that Bryan had boinked his daughter last night but apparently Ashley had dashed up stairs to her room to pretend otherwise. 

"Steven, are you sure riding that little plastic horse for a quarter outside the Chucky Cheese qualifies you to ride a real horse?" I asked snidely. I was being left out of conversations so I thought I'd put in my two cents worth. Meat grinned at me knowing I was trying to get him to look bad in front of his new found horsey friend. 

"I appreciate your concern, Lex. I did hear that the local horse racing stable was looking for jockeys. You are about the right size I believe," he replied. Mrs. Cornwallis looked pleased that I had been put in my place. Luckily, Ashley Rose made her entrance before I said something really stupid. She was carrying a tiny plate of fruit and dry toast; the girl ate like a bird yet had this healthy body and glow. Maybe she had swallowed a protein shake from Bryan's soda fountain last night. Not a bad idea as I eyed Charlie next to me. 

Everyone hustled through the brunch so as to get on with the day. It was a glorious day and no one wanted to waste it sitting inside. I followed the equestrian twosome down to the stables because I wanted to harass the city boy some more. Meat went into the tack room to change. Mrs. C and I watched as the stable boys brought the horses from their luxury boxes. My main exposure to horses is watching the Kentucky Derby at Murphy's Bar. When you get close to these animals you begin to appreciate how powerful and beautiful they are. Mrs. Cornwallis handled these beasts like I would handle a puppy. She nuzzled their faces and talked quietly to them like she was a horse whisperer. 

I was eye-balling her riding outfit closer. I swear she was not wearing any underwear. No panty lines whatsoever under the form-fitting riding breeches. And, if my trained eye was not mistaken, no bra either. Fascinating. This horse ride could be more than a casual gallop. My inquisitive nature loosened up Mrs. C's tongue as I got her to tell me where the horse path led and where along the scenic trail they might stop to rest in case Steven got saddle sore and when they might return. An idea was hatching in my dirty little mind.

Meat came out of the stable looking like Prince William ready to play polo. God, the man was good looking but this look advanced him even more. Mrs. Cornwallis gushed over how well the riding clothes fit him. I'm pretty sure Meat did not have on any undies either because I could clearly see the outline of his prick in the skin tight breeches. He was slapping his knee-high, black leather boots with a little whip, like Patton inspecting the troops before his army was sent to kick the shit out of the Nazis. Mrs. C was drooling over her new riding friend like a teenager going on her first date. 

Meat's horse was a pure black stallion (naturally) that was snorting and sniffing the grey filly that Mrs. Cornwallis would ride. I almost laughed out loud when the stallion unfurled his huge horse cock, apparently in reflex to the sweet smell of the filly. Meat and Mrs. C noticed too and she eyed Meat with a cool eye as if this foreshadowed something for the humans later on. 

"Shall we mount, Lizzie?" Meat asked ironically as he cupped his hands to help her up on the filly. Mrs. C expertly used Meat assistance and settled herself onto her English saddle. Meat quickly swung up on the stallion as if he was a gaucho on the pampas. I have to admit that Mrs. Cornwallis looked regal seated on her horse, where she seemed completely in her element and younger by a decade. Good luck Meat; what happens on the horse trail stays on the horse trail. Maybe.

After they left on their horse ride I immediately set out to find Benjamin, who I knew would outfit me with the proper equipment for "bird watching". Sure enough, within minutes I had huge zoom cameras and binoculars packed on a golf cart. I also snagged some leftover food for Jo Lynn who had not made it to the big house this morning. Charlie, Ashley and Bryan were just getting into an open vehicle that looked like something out of an African safari. They all waved at me as they sped off on their trek. 

I drove the golf cart down to the guest house and pounded on Jo Lynn's door. Eventually, she opened the door to Meat's room next door. She looked a little bedraggled but more appropriately like the phrase, 'freshly fucked'. I gave her a quick pep talk about our bird watching to get her moving. She agreed to shower quickly and join me in a few minutes. Jo Lynn was surprisingly fast for a Southern Belle, walking stiffly out of her room in about 15 minutes. I laughed out loud as she gingerly sat down on the seat next to me and squirmed around to get comfortable. 

"Oh Lex, I don't think I've ever been this sore after sex. My God, that man is a machine!" she moaned to me. She was wearing a cute peasant skirt and blouse that accentuated her bountiful figure. 

"Not to worry, Nurse Alex has just the remedy," I grinned at her. 

"A picnic in the wild, a little bird watching and a little tender lovin' care from moi," I told her as I kissed her cheek and touched her thigh. 

I drove us away from the guest house and set off down a scenic path that I knew led to the river that flowed through the property. Benjamin had given me a detailed map that showed all the bridal trails and picnic spots on the plantation. I knew exactly where to set up my ambush. Custer wouldn't have had a chance against me either. 

After a scenic ride through the live oaks and Spanish moss we arrived at our destination. We were on a grassy knoll above the river with plenty of cover for my surveillance. I laid out the large blanket Benjamin had packed and got Jo Lynn settled with the purloined food. I rigged up the telephoto lens for the movie and camera equipment. I looked like Annie Leibovitz getting ready to shoot Brad and Angie. With all my preparations done I settled down on the blanket with Jo Lynn. She looked so sweet and happy looking up at the sky through the tree branches. 

I didn't let her tell me she had reconsidered about her statement at last night's dinner. I simply leaned over and kissed her tenderly on her full lips. Luckily for me, she responded enthusiastically. Before long we were tongue wrestling and squirming with desire. I had to experience those great boobs of hers so I pulled down her elasticized blouse and exposed her creamy breasts encased in a front clasp lacy bra. I unleashed her white mounds and immediately feasted on her adorable pink nipples. In a way, I understand why men liked big breasts so much. Jo Lynn's tits were so, um, motherly. I was sucking on them like a hungry baby and she clutched me to her bosom with passion. 

Reluctantly, I left that party to start another. I started to pull up her dress when Jo Lynn surprised me by saying, "Let's both get naked." She skinned off her clothes faster than a 4G download. My skinny body was naked quickly too and so I continued what I had started. I gave Jo tiny licks all down her tummy making her quiver with pleasure. She had a perfect heart sculpted of her pubic hair. It was closely trimmed and I nuzzled it with my lips. I scooted down between her legs so I could get up close and personal with her private treasures. As I gently parted her legs, I saw the reason for her discomfort this morning. Her pussy lips were swollen and red from the night before. I made sure my tongue was wet with my saliva as I carefully licked her vulva. Jo Lynn squirmed in either pain or pleasure but I chose believe the latter. As I parted her pussy lips with my fingers I felt compassion for this girl taking on a guy like Meat. Her clit and entrance to her vagina were also tender looking. I massaged her cunt with my tongue hoping that she would enjoy a slow tongue fuck from a girl. 

Apparently, it worked because it wasn't long before Jo Lynn was arching her back to give me better access to her willing love canal. I didn't use my fingers because I didn't want her to have penetration in her sensitive vagina. I did, however, begin rubbing my index finger around her anal bud. My saliva had migrated down her crack and it was nice and slippery. My tongue was still bathing her private petals while I gently inserted my finger into her tight asshole. It seemed to be a new experience for her because she moaned and squirmed even more. My fingers are pretty slim so I was soon up to my knuckle past her sphincter. I could feel her muscle contract as I finger-fucked her sweet butt hole. I added another finger as she relaxed and opened herself to the experience. By now her thighs were opening and closing on my head which indicated she was getting close. I pushed my two fingers into her bowels as far as they could go and rotated them back and forth. I felt a gush of cunt juice on my face which I lapped up like a thirsty puppy. Her sphincter muscle was grabbing my fingers like a farmer milking a cow. Jo Lynn screamed as she had a multiple orgasm which cascaded up and down her body. I felt like a cowboy in a rodeo trying to hang on for eight seconds to score good points. 




Let's Twist Again



All good things come to an end and Jo Lynn slowly came down from her sexual high. She released me from her quivering thighs and I found my way back up to her chest where she petted my head and whispered nonsense. I suckled on one of her engorged nipples knowing I had been a good teacher for her first time girl on girl encounter. 

We both perked up when we heard a horse whinny. I crawled to the edge of the big blanket where my spy equipment was set up. I saw Mrs. Cornwallis and Meat trotting along the path heading for the river. I had bet right that this was a watering stop for the horses. Hopefully, it was also the time for Meat to be a stallion for the mare he was riding with. 

They watered the horses and then tied the reins to some nearby trees. The stallion must have been feeling frisky after the ride because he began to sniff the rear end of the filly again. Mrs. Cornwallis watched the spectacle with interest. I stifled a laugh when I suddenly remembered a visit to the zoo with my family when I was about 10. The rhinos were in heat or something because this huge bull mounted a female right in front of us. My mother tried to cover my eyes but I saw enough to be astounded. The rhino cock looked like a log from an oak tree. I got hustled away but my brothers whispered about that event the rest of the trip. 

Meat came up behind Mrs. Cornwallis and placed his hands on her shoulders as they watched the horses get excited. I could see her back into him with her taut butt. It was show time. I nudged Jo Lynn and put my finger to my lips to mime silence. She scooted forward and I handed her one of the powerful binoculars. She zoomed in just as Mrs. C was turning around to face Meat. I guess being a Southern Belle means you know what you want and when you want it. Without even a kiss, she unzipped Meat's riding breeches. She dropped to her knees as she continued to pull his pants down to his boots. As I suspected earlier Meat was not wearing underwear so his impressive cock sprang free right in the face of Ashley's staid and proper mother. 

I heard Jo Lynn gasp as she witnessed her lover's cock hovering in front of Mrs. Cornwallis' hungry mouth. The magnification of the telephoto lens made the scene even more surreal. With both hands Mrs. C lifted Meat's partially hard prick to her waiting mouth. She leaned forward as she tentatively inserted the circumcised head of his cock into her mouth. I could see her tongue lashing the bulbous head as his dick grew longer and thicker. Unless Mrs. Cornwallis had been a circus sword swallower in a previous life, there was no way that she was going all the way down on this howitzer. 

I will give her kudos for trying though. Mrs. Cornwallis would push about half of Meat's cock into her mouth before her gag reflex would kick in. Meat had a full erection by now and Jo Lynn was breathing heavier next to me, possibly marveling that she had that very flag pole stuck up her pussy last night. 

Mrs. Cornwallis obviously had a plan because she finally got up off her knees and walked over to her horse. She had a small saddle bag which she opened and pulled out a tiny bottle. She went back over to Meat and handed it to him while she said something to him. Mrs. C unzipped her own britches and pulled them down to her knees. She was not into shaving her pussy but it was nicely trimmed and pretty. She turned around and bent over while balancing herself against a nearby tree. Meat kind of waddled over to her because of his half-mast pants and opened the top of the bottle. He poured a generous load of lube on his rigid rod and then dumped a full stream between her open ass cheeks. Oh my God, this was going to be an ass-fucking to end all ass-fucking. Elizabeth Cornwallis, you dirty little slut! 

I was taking pictures with my 'bird-watching' camera which has a silent shutter. A veteran porno director couldn't have asked for better lighting and angles than what I was getting. I started the movie camera going which was on a tripod zeroed in on the lurid scene below. Jo Lynn was glued to the action with her binoculars and I didn't blame her. My pussy was still damp from eating Jo Lynn and watching this show only increased the buzz. 

Meat slowly pushed the slippery head of his cock against her butt hole. It resisted like any sane asshole would but I could see Meat was determined to storm the Bastille. Mrs. C's sphincter muscle fought the entry of Meat's rocket but eventually gaped open as he pressed harder. As soon as he was past the gatekeeper Meat slowed down to allow her to get used to the intruder inside her bowels. He also poured a liberal dose of lubricant on the rest of his cock and more around her anal opening. Mrs. Cornwallis pushed back against him and called out something I couldn't quite hear. Whatever it was caused Meat to abandon his easy approach because he grabbed her hips and forced himself deep into Mrs. Cornwallis' ass. This time I did hear what was said, or shall I say screamed. 

"Fuck my ass, fuck my ass harder," she yelled as Meat slammed himself all the way inside her. 

I don't know how she was able to stand up while taking this beating. My own asshole puckered up in unconscious sympathy. The horses were nickering and shuffling nervously in the background. Meat would nearly pull out of her butt and then plunge back into her up to the hilt of his dangerous sword. Once he pulled all the way out and slapped his hard, wet cock on her buttocks. Mrs. C's anus winked partially shut but Meat's cock head forced inside her again. By now Mrs. Cornwallis was screaming unintelligible words urging Meat to greater speed and depth. 

Meat pulled the little horse whip out of his boot which had a flat piece of leather on the end. He started slapping Mrs. Cornwallis on her bare ass, turning her cheeks bright crimson. That was the coup de grace that won this horserace. Mrs. Cornwallis let loose a scream that may have frightened Stephen King, the king of horror novels, but not my Steven. His sleek butt muscles clenched as he unquestionably let loose a load of hot cum into her innards. I could see that Mrs. Cornwallis' legs quiver with the effort to stay on her feet. 

Meat finally pulled back and a white stream of his jism poured out of her backdoor when his cock was released from her gaping asshole. Mrs. C did sink down to her knees in relief or ecstasy or whatever. She was panting like a greyhound that just finished chasing the bunny around the dog track. Meat's cock hung down like a giant C and dripped some residual cum on her ass cheeks. Jo Lynn was panting nearly as hard as Mrs. Cornwallis. Apparently she liked the floor show too. For myself, I knew I had lost the bet to Meat. He definitely deserved credit for revealing a new side to Ashley's mother, as kinky as it may be.

I didn't bother watching the closing ceremonies but I did hear the horses gallop off. Jo Lynn and I cuddled while looking up in the trees, each lost in thought. Damned if a bird or two didn't entertain us to remind us of why were out in nature. I even snapped a few photos of some tweetie birds for proof.

Chapter Eight: "A daughter may outgrow your lap, but she will never outgrow        your heart." (Unknown)

 Ashley was in her room napping when I got back to the mansion. I had dropped off Jo Lynn at the guest house so she could get ready for the evening fun. I stripped off my clothes and snuggled into bed with my former roomie. She was naked too so I spooned with her while she slept. I was thinking about what I had witnessed earlier by the river, debating in my mind whether to show Ashley the pictures of her mother getting her ass drilled by Meat. Probably not; let sleeping dogs lie. It was a revelation to me to see Mrs. C as a sexual tigress. I wondered if she would get nude with the rest of us later? I might share my thoughts (and photos) with Bryan, our master of ceremonies for the Nude Day celebration. 

Ashley Rose stirred in my arms and turned to face me. She kissed my lips and stroked my face lovingly. 

"Hi honey, when did you get here?" she asked sleepily. 

"I've been violating your body for a while. You didn't even flinch," I kidded her. 

"How was the grand tour with your two boyfriends?" I asked anxiously.

"Oh, Alex, it went so well I can't believe it. Daddy is so impressed with Bryan and vice versa. It seemed like they were father and son. Don't you think they even look like each other?" she asked innocently. I'm not a psychologist but I'm already well down the path that if Bryan was like a son, Ashley Rose could then fuck her father and her brother, at least figuratively. Perfect!

"I do Ash. Was there any tension about you staying with Bryan last night?" I asked.

"No, oh my God, Alex, I've been dying to tell you this! Daddy was showing us his hunting lodge which is way out in the woods somewhere. This place is tiny so we were standing very close together next to the bed. Out of nowhere, Daddy looked Bryan right in the eye and told him that he believed in open relationships of all kinds, including his daughter. Then Daddy put his hand on my ass and began kissing my neck. I was facing Bryan so I was watching him while this happened. I could see he was a little shocked and uncomfortable so I took his hands and placed them on my breasts," Ashley told me in a rush. 

"Holy shit, did you fuck them both?" I asked incredulously. Dammit, I can't be two places at once to photograph Cornwallis mischief. I'm going to need an assistant I guess.

"Tell me more, you dirty little slut," I demanded.

"Oh Alexis, it was so beautiful. Bryan immediately got over his initial shock when I put his hands on my tits. He unbuttoned my blouse and had my bra opened in no time. Daddy unzipped my shorts from behind and slid my shorts and panties down to my ankles. They were both feeling me up at the same time so I never knew whose hands or fingers were whose. All I knew was that I was in heaven!" she exclaimed.

Lucky little bitch, I thought enviously. I probed between her legs and found that she was soaking wet and slimy with cum. I had to have some of that since I didn't get to be with them when the dirty deeds were happening. I pulled Ashley up and then slid under her in the classic sixty-nine position. Her pussy is a baldie just like mine. I spread her pussy lips with my fingers and admired her pinkness which contrasted nicely with her dark complexion. I licked her slit and probed her vagina hoping to score some of her afternoon gift. 

Ashley's head was buried in my cunt too so we were both squirming with lust. I removed my mouth long enough to tell Ashley to give up some of her men's cum. She tensed her body a little to squeeze her pussy muscles. Sure enough, a nice amount of white jism slid out into my open mouth. I was like a baby bird waiting for mama's worm. I'm not a wine connoisseur but I could be a cum critic for the 'New York Times'. This particular blend of Bryan and Mr. Cornwallis had a nutty flavor with a hint of Southern France. A pleasant after-taste and just the right amount of body that clung to my lips. 

My best friend managed to squeeze out one more dollop of the man cream that I didn't swallow. I extricated myself from under her and flipped her over on her back. I kissed her and as we opened our mouths, I let the cum mixture slide into her mouth. 

"Oh, thank you, sweetie," Ashley said after swallowing her father's and new lover's cum. We hugged each other tight as best friends and soul sisters. 

"So what about Nude Day? Did Bryan bring that up to Daddy?" I asked apprehensively.

"Yes! After our fun Bryan asked Daddy if he would feel comfortable coming to our Nude Day party. Mind you, Daddy's penis is wedged between my legs from the back and Bryan's dick is next to his from the front so I don't know how a nude party could shock Daddy!" Ashley giggled. She went on to say that her father agree to join us. 

Hmm; now the question of Mother Cornwallis and the Nude Day party. I knew that she had been fucked silly by Meat at about the same time that Ashley was pulling a double with her father and Bryan. But neither party knew about the other. I was thinking a little group therapy for the Cornwallis family would be a good thing. I needed to huddle with my Murphy boys. 

Ashley and I showered together and got ready for the party. I excused myself and told her to bring her parents down to the pool for dinner. I hustled down to the guest rooms and pulled Meat into Bryan's room for a conversation.

I started to give the boys a briefing about all the extracurricular activity this afternoon, like I was the National Security Advisor to the President or something. They laughed at me and bumped fists. 

"We already know, Sherlock. Meat and I have been sharing stories too. Mrs. Cornwallis was pretty talkative after Meat serviced her. She knows that her husband has been fucking their daughter for years but has pretended not to know. She gets her kicks from Benjamin, which she believes her husband condones. Anyway, Meat is going to get Mrs. C drunk and horny during dinner and hopefully my Nude Day party game will work its magic," Charlie explained. 

I looked back and forth between the two with my mouth hanging open. These boys had one-upped me again. I must be losing my touch. I put up my hands in mock surrender.

"I submit to your greater knowledge, master," I said to Bryan. 

"What's the game I'm going to win tonight?" I asked innocently. 

"You never give up do you, Lex," he replied shaking his head in wonder. 

"It's time to get ready for dinner. The caterers will be here momentarily," Bryan continued. He had insisted that he arrange and pay for the Nude Day party by the pool. Let's get this party started!

Chapter Nine: "If people were meant to be nude, they would have been born this        way. (Oscar Wilde)

Bryan loved themed parties. This one was going to be a 60's affair because he had the Cornwallis staff deliver engraved invitations and packages to everyone stating that fact. We were instructed to wear the clothing in the package and to 'be there or be square'. My own outfit was a red micro-skirt and a white peasant blouse as well as the requisite love beads, head band and flowers for my hair. I was definitely looking like the English model Twiggy.

The party area was lit with festive Japanese lanterns. There was a very low table like you'd see at a Japanese restaurant. Instead of candles, lava lamps were gurgling on the table. The napkin holders were wood and carved into peace signs. The music system featured oldies from that era. 'I Heard it through the Grapevine' was playing as I trotted over to Jo Lynn's door. 

She opened the door and squealed with delight when she saw me. I admired the outfit Bryan had picked for her. A very low cut, tie-dyed top, a short pleated skirt and white, patent leather go-go boots made Jo Lynn look like she could dance onstage at a retro strip club. We hustled out to join the party.

Bryan and Meat had changed into their 60's attire. Meat had on a vertically striped 'Beach Boys' shirt; white, surf shorts; and he was wearing a surfboard-shaped necklace that was emblazoned with 'Hang 10'. Hmm; how appropriate for a blond god hung like him?

Bryan was sporting a John Lennon look from the psychedelic era. Hippie shirt, bell bottoms and purple granny glasses; plus a paisley head band and a peace sign hanging from his neck. Very cool, very hip.

The four of us outsiders were serving ourselves cocktails when the Cornwallis family came strolling down the path arm in arm. Ashley was dressed like Daisy Mae. A very short, hip-hugging jean skirt exposed a perfect midriff because her top was a front-tied bandana knotted between her bouncing tits. No bras in the 60's man.

Mr. C the IV was wearing a vivid red, satin Nehru tuxedo like the Beatles wore for the Sergeant Pepper album cover. He looked so damned handsome it made me a little weak in the knees. I wanted some of what Ashley had gotten that afternoon sometime tonight. 

Mrs. Cornwallis was the biggest surprise. She looked like the spitting image of Jacqueline Kennedy when she set the fashion trends in the early 60's. A tight fitting pink skirt, a matching pink jacket over a modest white blouse and, unbelievably, a matching pink pillbox hat was perched on her head. She apparently had directed her hairdresser to style her hair in the same way as Jackie because the resemblance was uncanny. Wow, maybe I need to rethink this whole, stuffy Mrs. Cornwallis IV shit!

Alcohol flowed freely and conversation was light and funny. The music was perfectly suited to the theme as the Beatles, Stones, Beach Boys, Dylan and all the great groups from that era serenaded us in the background. 

Dinner was announced by Bryan sounding a Chinese gong that he just happened to have. Nothing is by chance with Bry. The seating was plush pillows next to the low table. There was some hilarity as us girls tried to gracefully seat themselves in their short skirts. My micro was so short I had no chance for modesty. I glared at Bryan for intentionally picking the micro for me. The only woman who handled the sitting well was Mrs. Cornwallis. She held on to Meat's hand and sat down effortlessly with her knees pressed primly together. 

Meat had hovered around her since she arrived at the party like a humming bird at a sugar water feeder. She was drinking very strong-looking martinis like it was her job. Maybe she needed a pain reliever for her sore butt. Hee, hee.

Like the rest of the party, dinner was themed with old fashioned Fondue pots set in the middle of the table. Meats, seafood, chicken, bread and veggies were served communally to be speared and cooked in the hot oils, melted cheese and my favorite, melted chocolate. We cooked food for each other and used our fingers to eat. 

The caterers cleaned off the tables when we were done and then they disappeared in a hurry. Bryan stood up and brought out a huge hookah from behind the bar. It had seven hoses hanging from the body of the colorful contraption. 

Bryan said since this was a 60's party we needed to finish the meal with a little hashish dessert, which was synonymous with the era. He fired up the bowl and urged everyone to suck on their personal hose. The hookah bubbled like a hot tub when everyone started sucking away. Mr. and Mrs. Cornwallis seemed particularly devoted to getting high quickly. Nothing like a lot of alcohol and a little smoke to loosen inhibitions!

After a couple bowls Bryan called for attention again. This guy was the P.T. Barnum of parties, I swear. He looked around at the pretty stoned group and told us that the 60's was about free will and free love so the fact that Nude Day was today had symmetry with the 60's party theme. He then said with a grin that no party is complete without a party game. 

With that statement he got up and went behind the bar again and brought out a large box. 

"What I have here is a great game invented in 1966. I have modified the rules to fit our group and the holiday we celebrate tonight," he said with a straight face. He then stood up and dramatically shook out a plastic sheet to reveal the classic game 'Twister' with its big circles of red, yellow, blue and green. Everyone cheered and whistled about his originality. 

"Listen up class! You all remember the rules? The spinner is divided into four labeled sections: right foot, left foot, right hand and left hand. Each of those four sections is divided into the four colors. After spinning, the combination is called, for example: right hand yellow or left foot blue. The players must move their hand or foot to a circle of the correct color," Bryan instructed with his easy charm. 

"Here are the modifications. Whenever a contestant looses their balance and falls trying to reach their circle, they must remove an article of clothing. The last person wearing any clothing wins! Since my clothing allowance was rather exacting, everyone has the same amount to lose," he explained as he looked pointedly at me. I held up my hands in innocence. 




Let's Twist Again



"Since there are seven of us playing, I've made this into a round robin tournament whereby everyone will play against each other, but you cannot put any clothing back on. As soon as one of the players falls, both players wait until they are called again. Only two will play at any given time," he continued. 

I raised my hand and waved it around like a third grader with a really important question. Bryan rolled his eyes and nodded to me to ask my question.

"What do I win this year?" I asked Bryan impishly. 

"Obviously you are forgetting that you lost last time, but that is still an excellent question. Since this is a 60's Nude Day party, the winner will be the director of a 60's 'Love In'. He or she will arrange the rest of the party on the futons in whatever combination desired when we are all naked. Sound interesting?" Bryan leered at us like a cheap huckster in front of a circus sideshow. His facial contortions were even funnier given his John Lennon hippie look. Everyone was clapping and laughing, even Mrs. C! I think the hash hit her pretty hard because she laughing hilariously at nearly everything that Bryan said. This should be interesting.

Bryan got everyone up and led us over to the putting green near the pool. He whipped the Twister pad like a matador in a bullfight to spread it out properly. The Twister pad is designed with four rows of six circles; thus there is one row of six green circles, then one row each of six red, six yellow and six blue circles. Bryan had the spinner in his hand and declared that whoever was holding the spinner was the referee if there were any disputes.

"To begin the match I propose that our delightful host and hostess begin," Bryan swept his arm toward the Twister pad and urged Mr. and Mrs. Cornwallis forward. Mrs. C tottered over to one side of the pad and Mr. C to the other. They took off their shoes and placed one foot on yellow and the other on blue, facing each other across the pad. In the meantime, Meat had been directed by Bryan to change the music to a special mix he brought along. 

"Twist and Shout" was the first song up and everyone started twisting and singing like Ferris Bueller on the Chicago parade float. After everyone was in the swing of things Bryan dramatically spun the Twister arrow. 

"Right hand yellow!" he shouted to the Cornwallis duo. They both had to bend over and put their right hand down on a yellow circle. It was particularly hilarious watching our Jackie Kennedy look-alike bend over in her tight pink skirt. I nudged Meat and nodded toward Mrs. C's nice ass sticking up in the air. He pantomimed Groucho Marx's caterpillar eyebrows while smoking an imaginary cigar. 

"Left foot green," Bryan called. We all hooted because this was the first difficult move. Mrs. Cornwallis had an easier move because she had to move her left foot one space to her left. However, her tight skirt was inhibiting her move. To the delight of us watching she hitched her skirt up with her free hand and made the move. Because she was bent over with her skirt nearly to her butt, another detail of Bryan's intricate wardrobe planning appeared. She was wearing black, old school garters attached to her nylons! Meat wolf-whistled and we all applauded her Twister move. Ashley's eyes were as big as saucers when she saw her mother expose her great legs.

Charlie had a more difficult move because his right foot and right hand were in the way. He couldn't lift either to reach the circle so he had to contort his body to make the move. He looked like an Indian maharaja in a Fellini movie. He did make it without falling so the game continued.

Bryan flipped the arrow and called out, "Right foot red". Again Mrs. C had an easier move except now her feet had to be spread to both sides of the mat. She pulled her skirt completely up to her hips and spread her legs like an Olympic gymnast. She was wearing sheer, black panties that contrasted vividly with her white thighs exposed above her garters. The observers all had a nice view of her pussy lips pressed against the silk. Charlie the IV had an impossible move. He fell in a heap in front of his wife's face. She leaned down and kissed him on the lips. Charlie seemed surprised but smiled and kissed her back. They both jumped to their feet to our applause. 

"Mr. Cornwallis, please remove an article of clothing," Bryan ruled. Charlie gamely unbuttoned his Nehru jacket and flung it to the side with a flourish. 

"Next up is Ashley Rose and Jo Lynn," Bryan called. Poor Jo Lynn had no chance in this game. She was a little uncoordinated and plenty top heavy. Needless to say, when she bent over, her huge tits nearly spilled out of her low cut top. Jo fell after the second move and Ashley pranced around like a prize fighter winning the championship. Her titties were bouncing and jostling like two puppies fighting in a laundry bag.

"Alexis and Meat take center stage, please," our master of ceremonies said. The music changed to "The Peppermint Twist". I was twisting my hips like a mad woman and taunting Meat across the pad. 

"Right foot blue," was called. I made an aggressive two circle step toward Meat. He too, took a large step so we were now shoulder to shoulder. Or more accurately, my shoulder was up to his elbow. I bumped him with my hip trying to get him to stumble. He laughed at my pathetic attempt to cheat.

'Left hand blue' was next so I quickly reached around Meat to place my hand behind his foot. His only move was reach over me to put down his hand. His chest was now looming over me so I tickled his tummy by humming my lips against him. 

'Right hand red' was called and with cat-like reflexes I slapped my hand down on a red circle just before Meat tried for the same circle. That meant he had to reach for another red circle but I subtly bumped him with my hip and he toppled over protesting all the while. 

"I rule no foul," Bryan decreed, much to the displeasure of Meat. He stripped off his Beach Boys shirt which left the 'Hang 10' surfboard bouncing on his Adonis-like chest. Mrs. C seemed to cheer the loudest for this mini strip tease.

Bryan handed me the spinner and called out to Mrs. Cornwallis to join him on the pad. I spun a series of foot moves so it looked like an Arthur Murray dance instruction. Finally a hand move was directed so Bryan and Mrs. C bent over to accomplish it. The next move had Bryan's face directly under Mrs. Cornwallis' spread legs. The fatal move was next when Mrs. C slipped and collapsed on top of Bryan. Her pussy was directly over his mouth which made it easy for Bryan to get a couple licks on her silk covered cunt. Mrs. Cornwallis didn't get up very quickly and as a matter of fact seemed to be grinding her crotch into Bryan's willing face. 

I threatened to turn the hose on them unless they got up. Mrs. Cornwallis was smiling like a kid who just got a cookie. She unpinned her pink pillbox hat and sailed it into the pool to the cheers of the rest of us. Who knew about the uptight ones? Ashley Rose and her father were openly shocked. This Twister game was turning into good, clean, family fun.

I know you kids are anxiously awaiting the grand finale so I will fast-forward to the final match. Unfortunately for yours truly I was naked as a jay bird well before the end. But so was everyone else except Mrs. Cornwallis and Ashley Rose. Mrs. C was either very lucky with the moves called or she was just the better player. She was down to her lacy, black bra and black, silk panties. Ashley only had her panties on and her sweet boobies were bouncing on her chest. 

After a few moves, Mrs. Cornwallis lost her balance and quickly unhooked her bra. She proudly displayed her breasts to us on the sidelines like a burlesque dancer. Wow, Mrs. C had some nice tits with long, dark nipples. They didn't look fixed either. I checked out her naked husband and noticed he had a partial erection. 

It was now sudden death since mother and daughter each had on just panties. Bryan called out several easy moves that had the girls contorted but still in control. I suspect, but I don't know for sure, that Bryan cheated with the spins. He soon had Mrs. Cornwallis and Ashley Rose in a crazy Twister version of the sexual 69 position. Both of them had their faces were within inches each other's nearly naked pussy. 

Understand also that we kept drinking during the game and a few joints were passed around to those standing on the sidelines. Inhibitions were totally out the window. Everyone was naked except the last two on the pad. Sexual energy was pulsating along with the loud music. 

"Right hand yellow," Bryan called out. Mrs. Cornwallis was under Ashley and had the advantage because Ashley could not make a move without falling over. 

"I concede," Ashley called as she slowly lowered her pussy onto her mother's face. Everyone on the sidelines watched with wonder as we witnessed Ashley Rose and her formerly uptight Mother lick and tongue each other's pussies through the silk. Mrs. C hooked her fingers under Ashley's thong and drew it down her legs. Ashley Rose took the cue and pulled off the panties in her way so she had unfettered access to Mother's obviously ready and willing pussy. 

I was watching the lurid scene on the Twister pad at the same time as I checked everyone else around the game. What intrigued me the most was that Charles Howard Cornwallis IV was sporting a hard-on that was pointing straight up at the night sky. I could see a drop on pre-cum on the end of his beautiful prick. I knew from previous encounters that he shaves off his pubic hair, so seeing his full erection gleaming in the light of the Japanese lanterns was particularly arousing. 

The Mother-Daughter tag team didn't seem too interested in ending their incestuous wrestling match so Bryan, ever the good game show host, cleared his throat and declared Mrs. Cornwallis the grand prize winner. The naughty pair reluctantly got to their feet and Ashley held up her Mother's hand in victory. They kissed and licked pussy juice from each other's mouth and tongue while Bryan fidgeted. 

"Mrs. Cornwallis, you are now in control of our Nude Day Love In. Arrange partners, trios, daisy chains or whatever you'd like. We will be the puppets in your play," he finished with a grin. Mrs. Cornwallis reached over and plucked a smoldering doobie from Meats fingers. She took a big hit and passed it over to Ashley. 

"Follow me," she ordered as she grabbed the hands of Meat and Jo Lynn. She led them over to the cushions still around the table. Mrs. Cornwallis laid her niece over one of the big pillows so her huge, snow-white tits stuck up in the air. Mrs. C snagged a bottle of olive oil off the dinner and table and poured a generous amount between Jo Lynn's breasts. She grabbed Meat's hand and had him straddle Jo Lynn's chest. Meat got the idea right away as he began to stroke his long cock between Jo Lynn's slippery tits. Jo Lynn also understood because she pushed her hefty tits together to form a nice alternative to a wet pussy for Meat's massive member. Meat's cock would reach Jo Lynn's mouth each time he stroked forward. She would suck on the end of his circumcised prick whenever it came close. 

"Alexis, would you please lie down here," Mrs. Cornwallis directed me to my cushion. She positioned me so my ass was well up in the air with my bare pussy glistening from the excitement of the party. She then pulled Bryan over and ordered him down on all fours over my face so he could face fuck me easily. It also meant that I would be subject to some serious gagging if he got too enthusiastic. I trusted Bryan so I began to lap up the pre-cum on the end of his dick and I cupped his balls lovingly. 

In the mean time Mrs. Cornwallis apparently had instructed her husband and daughter in their roles in this unconventional orgy because I felt a wet tongue begin to lash my slippery slit. I peeked around Bryan's hard cock expecting to see Ashley Rose or Charlie giving me a pussy bath. Instead, it was Mrs. Cornwallis! She was eating me like a professional lesbian from San Francisco. Our history made this even more surprising; maybe Mrs. C had her eye on me for years! I opened up my legs wider to give her every opportunity to munch on my excited kitty. 

I temporarily deprived Bryan all the attention he deserved because I wanted to see what Ashley Rose and Daddy were up to. My eyes widened as I observed Ashley position herself face up under her Mother's pussy. Even more shocking was Charlie entering Mrs. C doggy style. Their daughter was alternating between licking her Mother's wet pussy and sucking the balls of her Father. I doubted if Charles and Elizabeth had had sex for many years, probably dating back to when Ashley and Daddy had commenced their incestuous relationship. There seemed to be a certain symmetry to this delightful daisy chain. Mr. and Mrs. Cornwallis had rekindled their sexual relationship at a time when Ashley Rose needed to branch out with other men. It was likely that the three of them would continue into the future with more family loving but it also opened up new horizons for someone like Bryan, who already understood and accepted the Cornwallis family dynamics. 

Where did that leave yours truly in the future? For now, it left me sucking on the hard cock of my best buddy and getting my engorged clit licked with frenzy by my best friend's mother. The moaning and sounds of wet body parts slapping together was in harmony with our Nude Day celebration. The night was young and I had a feeling we weren't done with this 60's sexual rodeo by a long shot. 

I glanced over at Meat and Jo Lynn. Meat pulled his slimy cock from between Jo Lynn's breast pussy and stroked his long prick with his hand. His butt muscles tensed and he subsequently spewed hot cum on Jo Lynn's angelic face and alabaster tits. She looked like a kitten who tipped over a bowl of cream as she tried to lick up Meat's massive load.

I felt Bryan's cock tense in my mouth as I massaged his smooth testicles, anticipating my own spermy milk shake. Mrs. C had inserted two fingers into my cunt and was massaging my sensitive g-spot. My pussy muscles contracted around her probing fingers as I exploded with an orgasm that made me thrash against Mrs. C's face and nearly deep throat Bryan's pulsating pole. Bryan unloaded his slippery salad dressing deep in my mouth while I swallowed as much as I could. 

Mrs. C must have found her breaking point because she pulled away from my saturated slit to scream about her own sexual climax. I heard Ashley Rose crying out to her Father to "fuck her hard Daddy; fuck Mommy", when she wasn't licking her Mother's engorged clit and her Daddy's familiar cock sliding in and out of her Mother. 

Mr. C grabbed his wife's shapely hips and pounded against her ass with his manly machine, which sounded like bare feet slapping water on a wet sidewalk. I saw my wild girlfriend slip an index finger into her Father's anus at the same time as she tongued her Mother's dripping clit. That was all it took to shoot Charlie's spunk into Mrs. C's willing cunt. His hot load oozed out of her abused pussy as Charlie slowly pulled his veiny cock from his shuddering wife. Ashley Rose opened her mouth to catch the sweet mixture of her Father's sperm and her Mother's pussy juice that poured out of her Mother's newly fucked cunt.

Quick as a cat, Mrs. C turned around and joined her daughter under Charlie's drooping and dripping dick. Mrs. Cornwallis sucked his entire cock into her mouth causing him to release his final, tiny load of cum into her greedy mouth. In the mean time, Ashley Rose latched on to one of her Mother's nipples and was sucking on it like a contented baby. 

Meat and Jo Lynn joined us to watch the lurid Cornwallis family reunion. I was between Bryan and Meat so I took advantage by stroking their half hard cocks with my tiny hands. I knew there was more to come on this memorable night as we watched the Cornwallis family collapse in an exhausted heap. 

As we rested from our sexual gymnastics I reflected on our excellent Nude Day party and then, quite appropriately, Chubby Checker's song "Let's Twist Again" played on the sound system. 

Come on let's twist again,like we did last summer! Yeaaah, let's twist again, like we did last year!

The End: "Don't worry, it only seems kinky the first time." (Unknown)