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The Nudge

By: adamschakowski



Simon didn't know exactly when it was that he first began to Nudge the minds of those around him. But he was certain that the first time he realized he was doing it was one recent summer day at the Save-Rite grocery store, when the clerk showed him her breast.

She was about 40, dark-haired with a little curl of bang in front, a short woman with wide hips and wide breasts, all covered by her Save-Rite grocery store uniform, which included a button-down blouse. The top two buttons of the blouse were already unbuttoned when Simon arrived at the head of her line with two cans of salmon and a bottle of dishwashing liquid. A sliver of pink bra showed as the clerk leaned over to scan the soap, and Simon saw, too briefly, the soft shadow of cleavage before she stood straight again. He would remember, later, that he had had a brief thought -- right between thinking that salmon is too expensive and I wonder if 'Jeopardy' is on yet -- that she appeared to have pretty breasts and he wished her blouse was opened wider so he could see them better.

The thought, he recalled later, lasted maybe one second, so short that he wouldn't even remember, until hours later, that he had thought it. The thought wasn't accompanied by any kind of comment or look from him that the grocery clerk could possible have noticed. He had already moved onto other thoughts (I hope 'E.R.' isn't a re-run tonight) when she looked at him, smiled a small grocery-clerk smile at him, asked him if he wanted paper or plastic, and then, without waiting for an answer, unbuttoned her third and fourth buttons, pulled the right half of her blouse and bra aside and fully exposed her right nipple to him.

Simon stared dumbly at the nipple. It was dark red and rigid, with raised, dimpled red skin around its base, a crimson oval on the cream-white surface of her breast.

"Plastic," Simon said, weakly, because he couldn't think of anything else to say. "Sure," she said, still smiling her just-polite smile, still holding her blouse and bra aside and exposing her white breast and candy-red nipple to him. She stood like that a moment longer, then closed and buttoned her top as casually as she had opened it, grabbed a plastic bag from the metal stand next to her cash register and jabbed it in the air twice to open it.

Simon looked around him, feeling disoriented at the event and at the lack of any proportionate reaction to it. The elderly woman in line behind him was going through a stack of coupons in her hand, and apparently hadn't noticed. The other clerk, a young man, was ringing up a customer at the next cash register, and neither of them apparently had noticed. Simon was beginning to convince himself he had imagined the whole thing when he looked back at the wide-breasted clerk, saw the pale stillness in her face, and knew it had really happened. She was just realizing it herself, it seemed; her eyes had that inwardly focused, concentrated look of someone who is going back over the very recent past, second by second, reviewing every moment to make sure there hasn't been some mistake. Then she looked at Simon, wide-eyed and confused, and Simon made his face politely blank. I know nnn-othing!, he thought, in a sitcom-German accent, and he made his face look like someone who knew nnn-othing. You showed me your what? his face said. No, I don't think so, ma'am. I'm sure I would have noticed that. Maybe you imagined it.

He concentrated on keeping the polite-blank look on his face until he could see, in her face, that she was coming around, beginning to believe -- because she had to -- that it hadn't happened, that she hadn't done that just now, that she had just imagined it. By the time Simon left the Save-Rite, the plastic bag hanging from two of his fingers, heavy with salmon and soap, the clerk had, with Simon's silent help, completely accepted that it hadn't happened. But there was no longer any doubt in his own mind: This 40-ish, black-haired, wide-breasted clerk had definitely exposed one of her wide breasts to him, had exposed it as surely as there was salmon in this bag hanging off his two fingers. She had done it, and then she had been surprised at herself for having done it. Of that much, he was certain.

What he couldn't understand was why she had done it -- until hours later, lying in bed, looking at his ceiling, going back over some of the dialog from the "Cheers" episode he had just watched, when it came to him like a fly in his ear: She did it because I wanted her to do it!

* * *

"I think maybe I've been doing this for a long time," Simon told his fat white cat, Desi Arnez. It was after 1 a.m. and Simon was pacing the small kitchen of his small apartment, walking from his sink to his refrigerator, three steps, back and forth. The bright kitchen light threw his pacing shadow against the countertop, and down to the linoleum floor, and against the small dirty stove, and occasionally flung it off into the dark recesses of the apartment.

Desi Arnez, sitting on the countertop, sniffed once at his food dish, but the salmon was long gone. So he sat and twitched his tail and watched Simon's shadow pace the room.

"I think maybe I've been doing this for years," Simon told Desi Arnez, who said nothing.

Thinking back now, trying to pinpoint the day and hour that he believed he first employed the Nudge, Simon theorized it might have been four years earlier, when he had been packing up his bedroom into two cardboard boxes and preparing to leave his mother's house, where he had lived for thirty-four years. They had had that fight, him and his mother, about the car and the mechanic's bill and some other things. None of that mattered now, except for the last part, when she had given him the money. Simon had been navigating out the door, a cardboard box under one arm, Desi Arnez curled up under the other, preparing to leave without saying goodbye -- that would show her -- when he had suddenly thought: I don't have any money. I don't even have enough money to eat tonight. He remembered specifically that he had thought that, because two seconds later, there was his mother, standing in front of him and holding out a small stack of cash folded in two. She had offered it without saying anything, and he had, a moment later, accepted it without saying anything, and then he had left. It had seemed odd to him at the time, because she had stopped giving him money years earlier, and because he had just been thinking that he needed some when she had offered it. The timing had been odd enough to make him wonder, momentarily, whether he had said it rather than just thinking it -- but, no, he was sure he had only thought it.

"Desi, I think maybe I made her give me that money," Simon whispered now. Desi Arnez said nothing.

Simon paced some more and began retracing the four years since, reviewing all the times when people had done things just when he had been thinking he had wanted them to do those things. There were, it seemed, many of those times. He had been hired at the library a week after leaving home, just a janitorial job, nothing supernatural about it at all, except that the older man who had given him the application form had told him, almost rudely, that they were looking for someone older. "We generally like to give this job to seniors," the man had said, coolly, as Simon took the form. "It's something they can do. Have you thought about something in the trades? Construction or something?" Simon had understood the hint, and was preparing to hand the form back to the man, even as he thought: I really want this job. He liked the library, the silence of it, the smell of the books. Cleaning the library would allow him to think, something he liked to do when he wasn't watching TV. I really want this job, Simon had thought again, as he handed the blank form back to the man. And then, strangely, the man hadn't taken it. He had looked at the form, looked at Simon, and said: "I can see you really want this job. Fill out the form."

"Desi, I think I made them hire me," Simon whispered now, as he paced his kitchen. Desi Arnez said nothing.

Simon had had sex twice in the four years since leaving home. The first time had been with a short, big-thighed blonde woman named Mary, who had come into the library the first year Simon worked there and had asked him if he knew where the self-help section was. Simon had pointed out the area in the rear stacks, and she had smiled a thank you and turned and walked over there and began examining the books. Simon had watched her there, a few feet away, trying not to be obvious about it. She was busty, and he had been hoping she would turn a little so he could see the jutting profile of her breasts, and -- yes, remembering it now, he was sure of it! -- that's exactly when she did turn. He had looked at her bustline a moment, then at her face, which was still facing the books, and he had thought: She had a pretty smile. I wish I could see it again. Pacing the kitchen now, he searched his mind, challenged the memory, making sure it was accurate; yes, he had definitely been thinking that. And just then, she had turned her head, for no apparent reason at all, and had smiled at him. He had smiled back, unable to believe his luck. They had had coffee after the library closed and had had sex in his apartment after the diner closed. She had left in the morning, after giving him a tense kiss and a smile and a vague promise to call, and he had never seen her again.

"Desi," Simon whispered, horrified, "I think I made her have sex with me!" Desi Arnez blinked, and said nothing.

The second woman he had had sex with in the previous four years was a tall, dark-haired college student named Carrie, who he had met at a party given by his young upstairs neighbor. She had been very drunk, and Simon had been half-drunk, and they had teased and flirted half the night before sneaking down to his apartment and having sex on the gray couch. She had vomited later in the night and was gone when Simon awoke.

"Okay," Simon told Desi Arnez in his kitchen, "maybe that was just a regular one."

But there had been nothing regular about all the times he had seen Mrs. Foster naked in the apartment across the courtyard from his. As he paced his kitchen, Simon had purposely been avoiding thinking about that, because it was, he knew, the most damning evidence yet that he was, in fact, Nudging people with his mind.

Mrs. Foster was a widow, about fifty years old, pleasantly heavy, with short brown hair and a round face. Simon had passed her a few times in the courtyard between their buildings. She had been polite, but nothing more. The first time Simon saw her naked was a pure accident; he had been sitting on his couch early one night, watching a "Happy Days" rerun, with his lights out, which is how he preferred watching TV, when he happened to glance out his window to Mrs. Foster's lit window, twenty yards away. The window opened to her living room. He saw a shadow move in there and then, as he watched, her naked pink figure appeared there. She was walking across the room with a towel in her hand, completely naked. Simon had only caught a glimpse of her -- full left breast, round and heavy and topped with a wide pink nipple, and a thick black spray of hair between her legs -- before she had noticed the open blind, startled, and stepped out of view. A moment later, the blind had gone down.

That had been that, until two nights later, when Simon had again been sitting on his couch, watching TV, occasionally glancing at the closed, lighted blinds of Mrs. Foster's window. He saw a shadow move behind the blinds, a head and, it seemed, the square angles of a towel. It was the same time as the earlier night, and he supposed her routine might involve showering at that time. He had specifically thought (he remembered it very clearly now): I wish she would raise that blind and stand naked in front of that window again. And then he had looked at the TV ("Green Acres") and then back across the courtyard, and there was Mrs. Foster, standing naked in the window, looking like framed art. She was facing directly forward, so Simon saw everything there was to see from her knees up: creamy white thighs, a thick black triangle of pubic hair, a notable but not unpleasant bulge at her navel, both heavy breasts, hanging low and forming a deep fissure of cleavage between them, light-pink nipples pointed slightly off to either side. Simon had stared, opened-mouthed, as she had stood there like that -- naked in the window, for no apparent reason -- for two minutes. He stared hard at every curve and crevice in his view. Then she had closed the blind and turned out the lights. He had turned off the television, slipped into bed and masturbated furiously, letting himself believe that she had known he was watching and had stood there for that reason. Why else would she have been standing there?

"Oh, Desi," Simon said now, standing in his kitchen, running a hand through his short, graying hair. "I -- I didn't know." Desi Arnez said nothing.

Simon had seen Mrs. Foster naked four times after that. Each time it had been the same: He had been watching TV in the dark, he had seen her lights on behind closed blinds, he had seen a shadow move, he had said to himself, I wish she would stand there naked again, and then she had opened the blind and done just that. She had never looked directly at him or gave any indication she knew he was watching. The final time, he regretfully remembered now, he hadn't waited to go to bed before masturbating, he had done it right there on the couch, staring at her fully displayed naked body. When he was finished, he had closed his eyes for several seconds, confronting post-orgasmic guilt, and when he had opened them again, her blinds were down and her lights were off. He had passed Mrs. Foster in the courtyard the next day. Her brow was tight and she wouldn't meet his eyes. She had moved out two days later.

"Desi, I think I drove Mrs. Foster out of here," Simon said now, pinching his eyelids with his fingers. "I think she couldn't understand why she kept standing naked in front of her window. I think it scared her that she kept doing that. I think I made her leave."

Desi Arnez said nothing.

* * *

Simon set out the next morning to test the Nudge, to determine, scientifically, whether it was real. He doubted it now. He had finally fallen asleep at 3 a.m., and the morning sun had dispelled much of his theory as if it were a bad dream. He was, in fact, so embarrassed now about his theory that he found himself greatly relieved that he had told only his cat. 

He decided the best place to test the Nudge would be a window seat at Ned's, a noisy corner cafe with good coffee and a bus stop in front. It gave Simon a perfect vantage point from which to conduct his experiment. He wasn't sure how he should start; he was more less counting on opportunities for mental Nudging to present themselves, and he would record the results. He had a small pocket notebook and pre-sharpened pencil, bought from the Wal-Green's down the street, tucked in the breast pocket of his shirt, ready for his notes.

"Coffee?" the thin orange-haired waitress asked him. She was in her late 30s, with bony hips and small, high breasts and a perpetual scowl on her face. Simon had seen her there before, and had wondered if perhaps she lacked the physical ability to smile.

"Yes, thank you," said Simon. Show me your breasts, he added, mentally.

"Cream and sugar?" the waitress asked. Simon noted that she wasn't making any apparent moves toward disrobing.

Show me your breasts, RIGHT NOW! "Just cream, thank you."

"All right, then." And she was walking away, every bit as clothed as she had been before. Simon watched her walk to the counter, say something to the cook, take a steaming white coffee cup and a handful of thimble-sized cream containers, and walk back -- and still, no breast exposure.

"Coffee, with cream," said the stoic, orange-haired, fully clothed waitress, setting down the coffee and the handful of cream containers. "You decided on something?"

"Yes," said Simon. I've decided I want you to show me your breasts, dammit! "I'll have the number four. Over-easy." And she nodded and left -- again without exposing her breasts.

Simon took out his notebook and pencil, opened the notebook importantly to the first clean white page, touched the pencil point to the page, then lifted it off the page. Everything he thought of writing was some variation of, "The waitress won't show me her breasts," a scientifically worthless observation and one that would take some explaining if anyone happened to look over and read it there on his notebook. So instead, he doodled with the pencil on the paper -- a circle with a shadow behind it, a stick-person giving some kind of salute, two overlapping squares connected at the corners so that they looked like an ice-cube -- and he thought of Jennifer.

She was one of the librarians, a soft, pretty, woman with soft brown hair and soft brown eyes and soft curves and a soft voice. Jennifer exuded softness, in Simon's view. She worked late afternoons, after her college classes, so that the end of her shift overlapped the beginning of Simon's. She was friendly to him. She'd ask him how he was doing, and she'd occasionally ask how Desi Arnez was doing (Simon had told her about his cat, and he knew she owned a parakeet, that's how much they'd talked). Even when they didn't talk, she would always look up and smile her soft smile at him once or twice. Later, when she closed up the library and left and Simon was cleaning up in the back stacks, he would think about whatever conversations they might have had and would come up with ideas for new ones next time.

Now, sitting in Ned's and doodling on his notebook, Simon allowed himself to think what he'd been avoiding thinking since the previous night, since the moment he first entertained the theory that he had the power to mentally direct the actions of those around him: Might this have some ramifications on his future with Jennifer? He hadn't wanted to think it before, because he knew how it sounded, but now he explored the notion, carefully. It wasn't like he had to use his Nudging powers to make her have sex with him or show her nipples or stand naked in a window; they could start with a cup of coffee, right? Certainly, there would be nothing inherently wrong with Nudging her into a cup of coffee. (This was all assuming, of course, that he even could Nudge people; the unsmiling waitress was approaching with his order now, and she still hadn't unveiled her breasts!)

"Number four, over-easy," she said, setting the plate in front of him with a ceramic click. "More coffee?"

"Yes, thank you," said Simon. Maybe she'd respond better to the experiment if he broke the ice with a little joke. "You know," he said, "these meals might taste better if they were named something other than numbers." And by the way, why don't you show me your breasts now?

The waitress stared at him blankly, as if waiting for some further explanation about the meal comment. Simon reddened, looked down at his plate and thought, Christ, lady, it wouldn't kill you to smile! He picked up his fork, jabbed it into the hashed browns, put a little clump of them into his mouth, and looked up. The orange-haired waitress was still standing there. On her face was the biggest, toothiest smile Simon had ever seen.

* * *

"I think I've got it figured out," Simon told Desi Arnez, cheerfully, as he scooped two cans of tuna fish into the bowl. Desi Arnez stuck his nose into it before Simon had completely emptied the cans.

"I think there are limits to how far I can Nudge people," Simon said. "I think I can only make people do things they might be inclined to do anyway, with the right circumstances." Desi Arnez said nothing; he was busy eating. He was the fattest cat that most people who met him had ever seen.


The Nudge



Simon believed he did, in fact, have it figured out. He could Nudge people into working his will, all right; he just had to understand the limits. His mother giving him money was unlikely, but not impossible, Simon reasoned. "So I was able to Nudge her into doing that," he explained to Desi Arnez. The man at the library might not have really wanted to hire Simon, but he wasn't opposed to it any fundamental, categorical way; it wasn't something that he would never, under any circumstances, decide on his own to do. Same with the big-thighed blonde woman from the self-help stacks who'd had sex with him. "These were things they might all have done on their own, under the right circumstances," Simon said. "So I was able to Nudge them into doing those things."

Mrs. Foster standing naked in the window, and the grocery clerk showing her nipple -- those remained harder to explain. "I think maybe they both had exhibitionist tendencies," Simon theorized to Desi Arnez. "I think that's why I was able to Nudge them into doing those things. Some part of them was sort of leaning in that direction already." This morning's orange-haired waitress had been another matter, of course; clearly, this was a woman who wouldn't willingly expose her small, high breasts in public in a million years, not for the biggest tip imaginable, not for anything. So no amount of Nudging, Simon reasoned, would make her do it. "But anyone can be Nudged into smiling," he said, cheerfully.

Simon was cheerful because people had been smiling at him all day. The incident at Ned's had showed him that smiling was the one thing he could Nudge anyone into doing, no matter what their other individual boundaries of behavior might be. After the waitress had smiled (a smile that had quickly turned to a look of what-the-hell-am-I-doing? confusion), Simon had walked down Pine Street making one person after another smile. He was careful not to smile himself, not to make eye contact, not to do anything that might skew the experiment by inducing a non-Nudged smile. The idea was to use his mind, and nothing else, to order them to smile. And they did.

An older, angry-looking man in a stiff business suit had been the first to approach Simon as he walked. The man had his face aimed squarely at a folded-over newspaper, and he had no reason, absolutely none, to suddenly look up from his paper and grin stupidly at Simon -- no reason except that, at that moment, Simon had deliberately thought: Look at me and smile!

Then there had been succession of similar smiles tossed at him, on his mental command: A short black woman with a gold tooth, an older white woman with dyed black hair, a brooding teenage boy who looked like he hadn't smiled in maybe four years, several others -- they had all looked right at Simon and grinned like idiots as soon as he mentally ordered them to. The timing was always dead-on; there was no mistaking the cause and effect. On the sixth one (a heavy red-haired woman with big earrings), he had gotten fancy and made her turn her head completely around and smile at him after he had passed her on the sidewalk. With the next woman who approached him, he had commanded her to wave at him in addition to smiling, which she did, giving those around them the impression that they were old friends, when in fact they'd never seen each before.

Desi Arnez was almost to the bottom of his bowl.

"Every single person I passed, I was able to Nudge them into smiling," said Simon, smiling. He was thinking of Jennifer. He didn't need the Nudge to get a smile from her -- she smiled at him, routinely, on her own -- but his plan of suggesting a cup of coffee suddenly seemed less reckless than it had before, now that he had the means to all-but-guarantee that she would accept. "It's just a cup of coffee," he said out loud. "She might already be inclined to have a cup of coffee with me, right?" Desi Arnez licked stray particles of tuna from his teeth and said nothing.

* * *

They had coffee at Ned's two mornings later. Simon had haltingly issued the invitation as Jennifer had been gathering up her things to leave the library the night before, an invitation followed by the wordless command: Say yes.

"Yes. Sure," Jennifer had said, wearing that expression of inward-looking confusion that Simon had started to recognize on the face of every person he Nudged -- the expression that said, What the hell am I doing?

Despite her expression, Simon had been so relieved when she accepted that he leaked a surprised little laugh (right in front of her!), then had turned red, said goodnight and walked urgently to the back stacks to finish the dusting. He was relieved because he had learned in three days of Nudging that it was, in fact, possible to say "no" to a Nudge, if the thing being mentally suggested was fundamentally abhorrent to the person being Nudged. It was, Simon supposed, nature's circuit-breaker, a way to prevent Nudgers from sending Nudgees diving off bridges en masse. This had raised the stakes of the Jennifer-coffee project somewhat, so much so that Simon had almost backed out of the thing. If she had said "no," he knew, it would have been a real "no," an irreversible "no," a "no" on par with the orange-haired waitress' icy opposition to showing her breasts in public. Wouldn't it be ironic, Simon had mused the day before, if the sum result of his new-found Nudging ability was to demonstrate just how strongly Jennifer didn't want to have coffee with him?

But now, here they were, having coffee. Jennifer sat across the booth from him, sipping her coffee and radiating softness, not the least bit aware, it seemed, that she wasn't here entirely of her own free will. She wore a light blouse that showed the swelling shape of her bra underneath, which had made Simon look away and silently vow to behave himself. 

The orange-haired waitress had shot Simon a vaguely accusing glare as they had entered, which had made him ponder (not for the first time) whether Nudgees could know that they have been Nudged; that could have ramifications, he worried, on his future with Jennifer. But looking at Jennifer now, it was clear to him that she had gotten past the issue of why she had accepted his invitation. She softly stirred some cream into her coffee, and talked (softly) about her college classes.

"Psychology is my favorite," she said. "The professor is great. Bill -- that's his name, Bill -- he really knows how to explain this stuff. Do you know how much psychology is involving in yawning?"

"Yawning?" Simon asked. He was concentrating on Jennifer's soft eyes, and wondering, idly, whether the Nudge could induce a person to fall in love.

"You ever notice that seeing a person yawn, even talking about yawning, makes you want to yawn?" she asked. "Bill's been exploring the psychology behind yawns. He's actually written a few articles about it. It's really amazing."

Simon felt a yawn coming on, and he stifled it, fearing it would be rude. Jennifer was saying: "A yawn is one of the most basic physical reflexes. Your mind can trigger one just from thinking about yawning." And then she yawned.

Simon stifled another yawn, then noticed the orange-haired waitress taking an order at a table across the room. The waitress glanced over at him coolly and he thought he saw, again, a hint of accusation in her stare. Jeez, lady, all I did was make you smile, he thought, aggravated. She was still staring a moment later, and it was then that Simon decided he'd had enough. Smile! he commanded, and the waitress did, so wide and leering that the people at the table she was waiting looked questioningly at each other.

That'll teach you to stare at me, thought Simon.

"Bill says yawns are a great illustration of psychology in action," Jennifer was saying. "Yawns cause yawns." Which gave Simon an idea. Yawn! he commanded the glaring, grinning orange-haired waitress, who immediately yawned in mid-smile. Behind her wide, leering, grinning yawn, her eyes held confusion and, Simon noted, a touch of fear. What the hell am I doing? her eyes said. The two people at her table watched in awe the facial contortions of their waitress. Then they both yawned.

"What about you, Simon?" Jennifer was saying. "What are your interests, outside the library?"

This was the part of the coffee project that Simon had been afraid of: keeping up his end of the conversation. Most of Simon's conversations were with his cat, and then they mostly involved the plots of television shows.

He looked at Jennifer's hands, folded on the table. He thought they were the softest hands he had ever seen.

"Well," Simon said, "you, um, you know about Desi Arnez. He's my main interest." He noticed that four people at two tables next to the orange-haired waitress' table were yawning now.

Jennifer laughed. "That is such a great name for a cat. I love that. What does he look like?"

"He's fat," said Simon, looking back at her soft, folded hands. "He might be the fattest cat I've ever seen." Spread your fingers out, he added mentally, and she did, unfolding them and stretching all ten of them out on the top-table as casually as if it had been her own idea.

Simon looked up from her fingers, so as not to draw her attention to them. A group of nine people at two tables pushed together on the opposite wall were yawning now. The yawn was moving through the room at a counter-clockwise direction.

"That fat, huh?" Jennifer said, smiling and still spreading her fingers on the table. "What are you feeding him, twinkies?"

"No, fish and hamburger, mostly," Simon said flatly, a moment later. He was watching the soft, fluid movement of her ten soft fingers, quivering like reeds in the wind, which they had started doing right after he had thought: move your fingers.

"Fish and hamburger? Are you kidding?" Jennifer said as she moved her fingers. Simon was so busy concentrating on their movement that he wasn't sure at first what she was referring to.

"Yeah. Hamburger. And fish," Simon said. He briefly allowed his eyes to brush, again, over the soft swell of her chest. No sign of her nipples behind the soft bra and soft blouse. "He really likes fish."

"Most cats do," Jennifer said, with a small, curious smile that was entirely of her own making. Her fingers were still moving softly. "That doesn't mean they get to have it. You really go out and buy fish for your cat?"

Simon shrugged. "That's what he likes," he said. And then, before he could stop himself, he thought: I wish your nipples were erect. And three seconds later, to his amazement, they were.

"Well, that must be one happy cat," Jennifer said, instinctively leaning forward as her nipples pushed rigidly through the fabric of her bra and blouse. Even with her leaning like that, Simon could see clearly the hard little twin shadows they created on the soft curve of her breasts. Her fingers were moving, and he let himself indulge for a moment the thought of what he might command those fingers to do.

It was then that the room-wide yawn broke over their table like a wave. Suddenly the table to their left was yawning, then the table to their right, and then Jennifer and Simon themselves both yawned. As Jennifer yawned, her fingers stopped moving and her nipples retracted and disappeared.

"Yeah, I'd say you have a pretty lucky cat," Jennifer said again, after she finished her yawn. Simon didn't answer. He was watching the orange-haired waitress, who was looking back at him stonily, her Nudge-induced smile long-gone now. On her face was the look his mother used to give him, when she thought maybe he had done something wrong but couldn't prove it. It was for spite and no other reason that Simon mentally ordered the waitress to stop right in the middle of the restaurant and crane her neck to look stupidly up at the ceiling, which in turn caused a room-wide wave of ceiling-looking.

* * *

Simon's hands shook as he crushed the broiled whitefish into Desi Arnez's bowl. It was oily on his fingers.

"It's not that big a deal," Simon snapped, as the cat dove into the bowl. "It's not like I tied her down or anything." Desi Arnez ate ferociously, and said nothing.

"She must have wanted to, anyway. Or else she wouldn't have," Simon told Desi Arnez, the edge still in his voice. "It's not like I forced her."

The woman had been brunette, young (about 25, Simon guessed), slim but not skinny, average in every way, certainly not as soft or pretty as Jennifer. Coffee with Jennifer had gone well, all in all. She had agreed to meet again the next morning, and though he knew he had Nudged her into agreeing to meet again, the fact that she had agreed meant that she wasn't internally opposed to the idea as strongly she would be to, say, diving off a bridge. He had been feeling pretty good about the thing, sweeping the stacks and considering what to say during their next date, when he had noticed the brunette.

She had been browsing the Fantasy-Fiction section, on the next aisle over from Simon. The bookshelf between them was missing books in sections that made the top half of her face and the lower half of her waistline visible to him in two separate square holes through the rows of books. There was something about the image -- her eyes and, a few feet lower, her hips and upper thighs, framed like two pictures on a wall -- that had stirred him and made him remember Jennifer's protruding nipples. They had protruded at his command! What might that mean, in terms of what was possible, sexually, with the Nudge? Just how long was he expected to ignore the possibilities?

The brunette wore light khakis that accented the sharp curve of her hips through the green fabric, behind the hole in the books. Simon had looked around him. Only one other customer was in the library, up in the New Age section. Simon had looked again at the two eyes through the square hole in the books, and then, knowing he shouldn't but unable to stop himself, had thought: Look over here.

She did. She had stared right at him through the bookshelf. He had stared back a moment, noticing how pretty her dark eyes were. Smile, he had thought, though he couldn't see her mouth. He had then seen her eyes crinkle upward, evidence of the hidden smile he knew was there now. As she kept looking at him (Keep looking at me, he had commanded), he had let his gaze move slowly down the bookshelf, past "The Hobbit" and "Dune" and the collected works of Terry Brooks, to the lower square hole in the shelf, where her hips and thighs hovered. They were soft, curving hips, announcing femininity at every bend.

If she really doesn't want to, he had reasoned to himself, then she won't.

He had looked once more at her dark eyes. What was the harm in just seeing if it would work? He had stared at her dark eyes and her curving hips a moment longer, and then, trying not to consider too deeply what he was doing, he did it.

Take down your pants, he had commanded.

A moment later, the green khakis had been gone and all that was visible through the lower square hole in the books was her soft peach-colored skin, the shadow of her navel, and, below that, the plush black triangle of her pubic hair. 

After considering this sight for a moment, and willfully ignoring the rising pleas of his higher mind, Simon had thought: Stay there. Just like that. Then he had stepped toward the shelf and reached through the square hole in the books, slowly, until he felt hair in his fingers. He had stood there like that, his arm snaking through the bookshelf, his hand nestled between her legs, his eyes locked on hers. He had stayed there half a minute, before pulling his arm out of the bookshelf and walking quickly away through the stacks and out the back entrance, and home, his hands shaking.

Simon watched the fat white cat pull a last white chunk of fish into its mouth. Then it sat up and blinked at him. "It's not like I forced her," Simon said, again.

Desi Arnez said nothing.

"Quit looking at me like that," said Simon.

* * *

"What would you do if you could influence people with your mind?" Simon asked Jennifer the next morning over coffee at Ned's.

"What makes you think I can't influence people with my mind?" Jennifer answered, smiling with mock insult.

"No, I mean, if you could control their actions, use your mind to make them do things. What would you do?" The orange-haired waitress appeared to be off today. Simon was relieved. He had, without planning to, made two more women disrobe earlier that morning -- one had exposed her heavy pink breasts to him from backseat of a passing cab, and the other had tugged down her jeans and flashed her dishwater-blonde vagina at him on the bus -- and the guilt was sharp enough already without having to face the accusing stare of Miss Sunshine.

"So, you mean," Jennifer was saying, "like hypnosis or something?"

"Right. Sort of," said Simon, cupping his hands around the coffee. "Only, with just your mind. If you could look at a person and just think something -- say, 'smile' or 'frown' or 'look up' -- and then the person would just do it. What would you do?"

Jennifer laughed. She was wearing a summer skirt that came just above her knees, shorter than what she usually wore, Simon noted to himself. They were seated off the same corner of the table, and looking down discreetly, he could make out two or three inches of her bare inner thigh in the shadows of the skirt. He wondered fleetingly if the Nudge could be employed to induce a person to dress in a specific manner in the morning.

"I guess I'd never have to work again," Jennifer said, after her laugh. "I guess any time you needed money, you could just walk up to a stranger and think, 'Give me money,' and they would."

Simon stared silently at this. It was something he hadn't considered.

"No, I guess I wouldn't do that," Jennifer continued. "That'd be just like mugging someone. But it'd be a good thing for a woman to have. Say some guy is following you, and you're nervous about it and you want to lose him? You could just think, 'Hey, you better stop and tie your shoes.' And while he's doing that, you make your getaway."

Simon nodded. He hadn't thought of that, either.

"I think if you had a power like that," Jennifer continued, "you'd have to do good deeds with it."

"Good deeds?"

"Yeah. Like -- I don't know -- stopping crime, stopping poverty."

"How could it stop poverty?" Simon asked, glancing surreptitiously down at her soft knees.

What was the harm?

Move your skirt up a little, he thought, and she did, casually, pulling it halfway up her thigh without pausing in the conversation.

I shouldn't have done that, Simon thought. But he didn't make her pull it back down.

"Maybe you could hypnotize rich people to give tons of money to charity," Jennifer was saying. "Or when you read that some big company is about to shut down a plant or something, you could find the company president and hypnotize him into keeping it open."

"I hadn't thought of that," said Simon, feeling guilty that he hadn't thought of that. Guilt was the emotion of the day, it seemed. He felt guilty about the black-haired woman in the library and about the woman in the cab and about the woman on the bus. He had vowed that each one would be his last. He felt guilty that Jennifer's skirt was hiked almost to the tops of her legs now. Simon thought her thighs were possibly the two softest things he had ever seen.

"You could do all kinds of stuff," Jennifer said, getting enthusiastic about it. "You could end prejudice. Think about it. You could pretend to join one of those skinhead groups, and then when you go to one of their meetings and they're all there at once, you could just put out one big hypnotic command to cover all of them: 'Quit being prejudiced.' "

"I don't know if that would work," said Simon. He honestly didn't. Jennifer's upper thigh was completely exposed now, and it was all Simon could to do keep from staring openly at it. Just a little more, he thought, and her hand idly pulled the skirt higher, and suddenly there was her underwear. It was pink and shiny.




The Nudge



"How would this power affect a person's love life, I wonder," Jennifer said, her hand still holding her skirt up almost to her waist.

"Good question," said Simon, as he commanded her to part her thighs, just a tiny bit. "I guess it could come in handy if you really wanted someone to notice you." Simon could just make out, under the pink, shiny fabric between her legs, a soft, billowy mound, with hints of blackness showing through the weave.

Stop it! he told himself. But he didn't command her to stop it.

"You know what I would do?" Jennifer whispered, looking off into the restaurant and smiling. She looked as if she had completely forgotten Simon was there. "I'd make Bill kiss me. Just kiss me after class, for no reason, and then I'd let him wonder why he had kissed me."

"Bill?" said Simon. Who's Bill? he thought. And suddenly Jennifer closed her thighs and pulled her skirt down like she was slamming a door.

"Bill. You know, my psychology professor," Jennifer said, smoothing out her skirt. "He's married, so ... you know, I wouldn't. But sometimes I wonder -- ." She laughed self-consciously, the laugh of someone who has said too much. "You think it's possible to hypnotize someone into falling in love?"

"I don't know," said Simon. He honestly didn't.

* * *

Back in his apartment that night, Simon reached into his pocket and came out of it with a small stack of money, and laid it on the table and looked at it. The fat white cat looked at it, too, then returned to the mound of diced beef liver in its dish.

"Three-hundred twelve dollars," Simon said to the money. Desi Arnez said nothing.

"The guy looked like he had some money, but I didn't think he had that much," Simon said. Desi Arnez ate, and said nothing.

"I didn't say that he had to give me all of it," Simon explained, in his own defense. "It's not like I thought, 'Give me all your money, mister.' I just kind of vaguely thought something about money. And all the sudden, he's handing it to me."

Desi Arnez said nothing, but Simon thought he saw a look on the cat's face. "Well, fuck you," Simon said. "Your meals aren't cheap, you know."

* * *

Jennifer's breasts were practically falling out of the red dress, so much so that Simon wondered if maybe he had gone too far. It had looked revealing on the rack -- that's why he had mentally picked it while they had browsed the mall together the previous afternoon -- but he hadn't believed it would be that revealing. She hadn't liked the thing ("Tacky," she had called it, which had made Simon feel a little insulted, though he hadn't said a verbal word in defense of the dress), but something had made her buy it anyway, and then something had made her put it on for their dinner together. Even now, sitting across from him in the tacky, revealing red dress, she didn't look like she liked it; she kept squirming and slumping, trying to rein in all the escaping breast tissue. Her breasts were fuller than Simon had thought, he could see now. The top half and inner third of each one hung softly before him in the amber light of the restaurant.

At least she couldn't call the restaurant tacky. She had clearly been awestruck when they had stepped into the place, looking at the glittering silver on the tables and hearing the quartet in the corner and feeling the atmosphere of richness to the place. "Simon, I have to ask -- is this really okay?" she had said, her eyes darting around the room. "I mean, maybe we should go somewhere less ... um ... " He had cut her off with a smile and a shake of his head. It made sense that she would wonder how he was paying for this -- she knew where he worked, after all -- but she didn't know about all the men in suits who had been generously handing him money lately. The new suit and tie Simon now wore made him feel like one of them.

Jennifer was edgy, and not just from the expense of the restaurant or the openness of her dress. Simon noticed it immediately, and it annoyed him. He hadn't been sleeping well, and was edgy himself from the loneliness that, he had decided, must be a side-effect of the Nudge. Few people around him seemed real anymore; it didn't make any sense to him, but if anyone had asked him, he wouldn't have been able to put it any better than that. The more he Nudged the less real they seemed. Except Jennifer, who remained as real as ever. He needed that tonight, needed her realness, and now she was acting edgy. "Jen, is something bothering you?" he asked, trying to hide his annoyance.

Jennifer laughed tensely, then breathed out, then said: "Oh, I have to tell someone. Simon, you remember I told you about Bill?"

Simon nodded. "Your psychology professor." Who I'm getting sick of hearing about.

"Remember I said I wanted him to kiss me?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"Simon, he did kiss me. After class yesterday." She paused, and added, so softly that he almost couldn't hear it: "And I kissed him back. Twice."

Simon shifted in his seat, wondering how the conversation had gotten so completely out of control. "Isn't he -- um -- married?"

Jennifer looked down and said: "Yes. He is. And I don't normally do that, okay? It's really bothering me now."

Simon nodded, relieved at the opportunity to seize the moral high ground. "That's your conscience talking. You should listen," he said. He smiled, and added for good measure: "I mean, he's marr-rried."

"It's not just that," she said, still looking down. "It's -- oh, god, it sounds so stupid. Simon, remember what you said the other day? About what it would be like to be able to make people do things? Just by thinking it?"

"Yes?" Simon answered, as casually as possible. Where was she going with this, he wondered. He was almost afraid to hear more. He felt dizzy

Jennifer leaned forward, enough so that Simon could almost see the inner edges of both nipples -- though he hadn't commanded her to lean like that -- and she whispered: "Simon, it seemed like that was exactly what happened. I was thinking, 'I wish you'd kiss me,' and suddenly he did!"

Simon shrugged. "Well. Coincidence." He was acutely aware of his own dizziness, and was worried that it showed. Could they really, really be talking about this? Was this a good thing? He realized he felt like vomiting. 

"It wasn't only the kiss," Jennifer said, still whispering urgently. "It was other stuff, too. He kept looking at me in class, right when I wanted him to. He came back in the room after it had cleared out, right when I wanted him to. It was like every time I thought I wanted him to do something, he did it. Simon, it was spooky."

Simon knew the feeling. Spooky. That's how it had been at first, before it had evolved into a less dramatic but more encompassing feeling of loneliness. In the flood of feelings that came over him at the thought that Jennifer might have the Nudge, the one that spoke loudest to him was empathy. He wanted to warn her: It's lonely, Jennifer, so lonely to look into faces every day and see nothing but the reflection of your own thoughts, so lonely not to see real smiles. But of course he couldn't say that.

"So you think you -- um -- maybe 'hypnotized' him into doing those things? With your mind?" Simon said, slowly, to make her hear the ridiculousness of it and laugh the thing off.

Instead, Jennifer looked down at her own breasts, displayed like ice cream in a dish. "I hate this dress," she said. "I have no idea why I bought it."

* * *

The pizza stunk. Simon could smell it even before he opened his door.

The pizza delivery person was a young woman, twenty-one or twenty-two, Simon guessed, a short skinny thing with black frizzy hair and a young face and an earring in her nose. She wasn't especially pretty, nor homely. Her breasts were tiny. Simon almost swore out loud when he opened the door and saw her standing there, holding up the stinking pizza; why'd it have to be a woman? Why tonight did it have to be a woman?

"Cheese with double anchovies?" announced the woman, making a face that said she wanted to unload the stinking pizza as soon as possible. It smelled like a pond.

Simon looked her over, and decided, immediately, that she was definitely Nudgeable. Not that he intended to Nudge her -- he very much didn't intend to do that, didn't intend to make her peel off her red pizza-deliver shirt and peel down her jeans and put her small breasts in his mouth and wrap her skinny legs around his waist, he had absolutely no intention of doing that, he wasn't the kind of person who would do that, despite recent events -- he was just noting that it was possible, that's all. The earring in her nose was his first clue. In a week of Nudging he had learned to tell, from the eyes and mode of dress and mannerism, and things like earrings in noses, just how far a woman might be Nudged. There was no doubt in his mind that this young woman could be Nudged all the way, the whole nine yards, home-plate, right off the bridge. Not that he intended to do that.

"How much do I owe you?" Simon asked. Rub your breast, he added, mentally. Not that he intended to make her do anything more than that.

"Nine-fifty," she said, bringing her right hand up and massaging the small left bump in her shirt. "Lotsa anchovies on there," she added, still massaging. "You'd be surprised how few people get anchovies. Seems like no one likes 'em. You must really like 'em, though."

Simon despised anchovies. Desi Arnez brushed fatly against his shins, and meowed.

"Pretty cat," said the tiny-breasted pizza delivery woman, taking her hand off her tiny breast and handing Simon the pizza.

"He's too fat," answered Simon, peeling a fifty-dollar bill off a two-inch-thick stack of them in his pocket. "Keep the change."

The pizza delivery woman paused at the enormity of the tip, and Simon wished she would get over it and leave, quickly. He had already Nudged four women that day: Two college students who had fondled and kissed each other's mouths and breasts in the elevator at the library that morning, while Simon had stood and watched; a gray-haired woman who had given him fellatio in the third-floor men's room; and a busty black woman with red-tinted straight hair who had had sex with him after closing time, straddling him on the reading chair in the Gothic Fiction section. With each one, he vowed it would be his last. Each one had done progressively more for him, each one had felt less real, each one had made him feel progressively lonelier. The black woman had had an orgasm right after Simon had thought, have an orgasm, which had opened up a whole new store of possibilities, Jennifer-wise, but still the loneliness and guilt tugged at him. Of course, they had all wanted to, at some level, otherwise they wouldn't have, Simon reasoned, but he still couldn't quite reason away the guilt. The last thing he intended to do was add to his mountain of guilt and loneliness by Nudging the pizza-delivery woman to put her small breasts in his face. He supposed -- just idly, not intending anything by it -- that her breasts were small enough for him to get one entirely inside his mouth.

Simon's mind had been wandering lately, going places it had no reason to go, and now it went, for no reason, from considering the pizza woman's tiny breasts to remembering a book he had read in the library over the course of a few weeks once, one of the few books he had ever read. Breakfast of Champions. He remembered the title because it had confused him, as had much of the book. One part he had understood was that a man in the book comes to believe that everyone else in the world is a robot, that the man himself is the only actual human, and that that belief makes him dangerous. Yes, Simon mused now, such a belief could have that effect.

"You know this is a fifty, right?" the pizza delivery woman asked, looking cautiously at the bill in her hand.

Leave! Simon thought. And the woman did, so quickly that it startled Desi Arnez and sent him lumbering behind the couch.

* * *

The small-breasted pizza-delivery woman had been almost to the bottom of the stairs when Simon had called her back. Come back. He had undressed and sat on the couch, cross-legged, so that when she had opened the door and walked back into the apartment, the naked Simon was the first thing to greet her. She had stared a moment, before silently removing her pizza-delivery uniform, one ingredient at a time: red shirt, blue jeans, tiny bra, beige panties. He had made her leave her red socks on (keep the socks) because he liked the sight of a young, naked pizza-delivery woman wearing nothing but red socks. He had looked at her standing there for several minutes (turn left; turn right; smile; tease your hair) then had mentally invited her to straddle him on the couch and, of course, she had accepted. He had been correct about her small breasts fitting entirely inside his mouth.

He had also been correct about the possibility of Nudge-induced orgasms. The pizza-delivery woman had had four loud ones in an hour as he had worked her body and mind like wet clay. By the last one, she had sounded so weak and breathless that he had wondered if maybe there was such a thing as too many orgasms, medically speaking, so he had stopped and sent her to sleep (sleep). Now, looking at Jennifer's soft eyes across the table at Ned's, Simon wondered for about the hundredth time that morning how Jennifer might sound during an orgasm, Nudge-induced or otherwise.

But Jennifer didn't look like she was headed toward any orgasms this morning. She looked terrified, as she had from the moment she had seated herself at the table. The story had immediately spilled out of her like coffee from a pot: How the young man in the loud car had pulled alongside her as she had walked home from the library the night before; how he had whistled and catcalled and suggested she sit on his face; how she had thought, idly, not meaning anything by it, Asshole, I wish you'd run your car into that pole! And how he had done just that.

"Do you think I could be in trouble?" Jennifer was asking Simon now. "I mean, do you think he could go to the police?"

"Even if you really caused this," Simon said -- slowly, so she could hear how ridiculous it was -- "how would he prove it? And what would they charge you with? I don't even know if it's illegal to control someone with your mind." He honestly didn't. He couldn't believe they were talking about this again. He felt exposed, and his stomach again felt like it might come up.

The orange-haired waitress was serving them, uncomfortably. She and Simon had glared at each other briefly when he had first come in, and she had gone out of her way not to look at him since, even while pouring his coffee. He supposed she feared she might suddenly start smiling stupidly or examining the ceiling if she looked at him. He wondered how she had explained it to herself.

"It wasn't just the car accident," Jennifer was whispering. "There's been other stuff. Lots of it. With Bill. He keeps calling. Yesterday he called while his wife was in the next room. Every time I wished he would call, he suddenly did."

"So stop wishing he'd call," said Simon. It sounded like excellent advice to him. At the next table, the orange-haired waitress scooped up a ten-dollar tip from under the salt shaker, which made Simon wonder what the generous patron had been eating, and whether that person might still be in the vicinity. He was getting low on cash.

"Simon, all of this started right after you asked me that question," Jennifer was saying. "About hypnotizing people to do what you want? Simon, what did you mean by that question?"

Simon looked at her and struggled to keep his breathing steady. Jennifer's voice and eyes made it clear this wasn't idle chat anymore, she was demanding explanations. It was the one thing Simon had never expected, that someone would ask him point-blank, in essence, Simon, are you Nudging people? He found, to his surprise and discomfort, that it wasn't something he wanted to admit to. He wondered if a person could be Nudged to get the hell off a given line of questioning. Then he decided on a different strategy.

"You got me," he told her, smiling and spreading his hands out in surrender. "My secret's out. Yes, Jennifer, I've been controlling people with my mind. And I somehow passed it onto you. It's like a yawn: when you do it to someone, that person starts doing it, too."

He notice the orange-haired waitress scooping up another oversized tip from an adjacent table. It looked like a ten and two fives.

"I used my mind to make you start having coffee with me," Simon continued, sarcastically, "and now you've used your mind to cause a car accident. I think that guy could sue you for reckless hypnosis." His tone had been so heavy with sarcasm by the end that he sensed he had overdone it. He smiled wider, in truce, inviting her to join the smile. She didn't.

"Simon, you used to be sweet," Jennifer said, rising from her chair. "I have to go now."

Sit down, Simon thought.

Jennifer immediately sat back down, as if it had been her own idea.

Kiss me, Simon thought. And she leaned across the table, slowly, and kissed him.

Tongue, Simon thought. And then he felt it snake wetly into his mouth.

Then Jennifer sat back down as casually as it she hadn't just frenched him in a restaurant. Simon was just starting to plot out what might be next for him and Jennifer today -- a movie, some clothes shopping, then to his apartment to test out his new orgasmic Nudging techniques -- when the casualness drained from Jennifer's face. What was left there was a look that made the hair on the back of Simon's neck stand up like a cat's. It was a look that made him feel naked.

"You son of a bitch," Jennifer whispered. Then she was out of her seat and out the door.

* * *

Simon was almost home before the thought hit him. Surely he hadn't tipped her that much. There was no way. He stopped, opened his wallet, looked at the sidewalk, looked at his feet, looked in his wallet again. Yes, he could remember it now, could remember doing it and not thinking it strange. That's the part that seemed so strange now: that he hadn't thought it strange at the time, that he had done it as if it was normal. He looked in his wallet a third time, and moved it around to make sure there wasn't a bill hiding somewhere. No, two ones and a five were all that were there. He did the subtraction, and it jibed with his new-found memory. Sure enough, he had tipped the orange-haired waitress seventy dollars on a four-dollar tab.

* * *

Simon heard the lock click and heard the front entrance door open and knew that Jennifer was in the library. He had been silently calling to her all evening (Jenn-nn-ifer! Jenn-nn-ifer!) but he hadn't been sure she would show; she lived eight blocks from the library, and the issue of range was one of the many things about the Nudge that Simon still hadn't quite worked out.

He was sitting on the floor in the New Non-Fiction section, his back against the new non-fiction, his knees to his chest, the lights out. He stood, hearing his knees creak, and ran his hands through his hair to smooth it down. He didn't want to look like someone who had just spent two hours in a sexual encounter with three women at once. They had stepped into the library one by one, a few minutes apart, as Simon had caught sight of each of them walking by on the lit sidewalk and had called them in (Go into the library) and had unlocked the door for them. He knew nothing about them, except that one appeared to be in her 20s and the other two in their 30s; that they were brunette, brunette and fake blonde, respectively; and that, whatever illusions they might previously have harbored about their own limits of conduct, all three knew now that they had some hidden button in their minds that made them capable of participating in a directed lesbian orgy and then having sex, one by one, with a man they'd never seen before.




The Nudist and His Lover's Mother



The story below is written with the intention of putting my fantasy down on paper (symbolic) and allowing others to enjoy it as much as I do. 

There are some conditions that must be met first though: 

a. You must be of legal age in which ever state, county, country or universe that you reside in. 

b. If you find graphic sex and detailed descriptions of sexual acts offensive, stop now. 

c. If you enjoy this type of story or like what you have read then keep an eye out for more. 

d. If you have comments or suggestions for future stories let me know, I'm open to ideas. Thank you in advance for taking the time to read the stories that I post. You readers are the reason that we writers exist. 

Thank you for your consideration.

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Boy has my life changed. Just a few months ago I would never have thought I'd be shacked up with a 19 year old boy. I never thought of my self as gay. Except for an occasional male-female-male three-way, I'd never been with a guy. Sure, I enjoyed having my cock sucked, but there was pussy there too. I never thought of my self as gay, maybe a little bit bi, but never gay.

But all that change when Mike my new roommate moved in. Nineteen, a virgin and built like a brick shit house. Oh, don't get me wrong. We didn't jump on each others bone right away. It took a sunburn to get us started. Now, Mike and I was an item. We love fucking each other. I can't get enough of his cock and ass. 

Mike a student at SF State and has been living with me for the past 8 months. In that short period of time he'd lost his virginity, turned gay and has become a nudist. He enjoys being naked as much as I do and like me, when in public, will wear the least amount of clothing acceptable.

A few months ago, Mike told his mom he was gay and I was his lover. She accepted him being gay and was happy for us. She lives across the bay in a big house. When ever she is in the city shopping, she calls us up so we can meet for lunch or early dinner. The few times she come to our apartment, Mike would ask me to wear shorts. Something I found very annoying. As we got to know each other better, I started wearing skimpier shorts and finally semitransparent shorts. Mike noticing his mother's positive attitude toward my "semi" nudism started wearing skimpier clothing when she came to visit.

Mildred is a very attractive 40 something year old red head. The kind of woman that knows she's built like a brick shithouse and loves to show off. Tall, slender, long legs, hourglass figure. All woman.

That winter, Mildred had a pool installed in her back yard. She invited us to come use the pool when ever we wanted. Mike and I promised we would come just as soon as school let out for the summer and spend the weekend with her. 

Not owning any swim suits, I went shopping for a pair. When I got home, I went to our bedroom and undressed, I could hear Mike in the kitchen fixing dinner. Wanting to show off my new outfit, I put it on and walked to the kitchen. 

Mike saw me and let out a loud whistle. WOW! You look hot.

"Thanks," I said as I turned around to show him my back side. "Don't you just love it, nothing in the back but my bare hairy butt." 

The suit consisted of a white pouch or sock for your cock and balls to fit into. It came with a set of strings you could attach to it and tie around your waist. Needles to say, it didn't cover any of your pubes or for that matter much of anything else. 

I tossed him a bag with a small bright blue mesh thong I bought for him. Putting it on, He looked so hot in it. The bright blue color contrasting against his white skin, the transparent mesh giving him the look of nudity. He turned around and I could see the back string disappeared between his creamy white bubblebutt. I bet your mom with just love it. 

What? You're kidding! We can't wear these to her house; it's just like being naked. That sock fits your cock and balls like a second skin and you can see your pubes and hairy butte. And my thong, we might as well go naked for all they cover. 

Mike, don't be silly. She seen us practically naked already. The shorts we wear when she here visiting, don't leave anything to your imagination. And I know she seen your balls hanging out when you sit, even I've seen them. Come on Mike, be real. Your mom will have a blast with us in our new suits. Actually, I'm willing to bet she could care less if we ran around naked. 

Mike stood there bewildered by what I had just said. After a few minutes he confessed he too had on occasion seen my balls hanging, but didn't say anything because he didn't want to embarrass her. He said he'd call his mother and mention the bathing suits to her.

The weekend after school let out found us on our way to Orinda, to his moms' house. I was looking forward to sun bathing and swimming. The reason I bought my pouch was so I could get an all over tan. I could untie and remove the stings leaving my cock and ball stuffed inside the pouch. It would be just like being naked, but only with just my cock and balls covered. 

We arrived just past noon. Mikes mom came out to greet us as we were pulled into the drive way. She invited us in and told us to put our belongings in Mike's old room. She had fixed lunch and had it outside waiting in the patio.

Mike and I stripped naked and changed into a pair of onion skin shorts and went to the patio eager to eat. To our surprise, Mildred was wearing a revealing low-cut two piece swim suit. She looked absolutely stunning. She was in great shape. She had Blue eyes, nice tits, slender waist, firm round bubble butt, and long shapely legs. I could see where Mike got his good looks from. Mike too had long legs and a slender waist. Not to mention a nice firm bubble butt. Like his mom he had smooth skin and very little body hair. Mike and I are both 5'8" tall, I weight 140 and he 125. I have a nice build, black hair, blue eyes, firm flat stomach, hairy legs and butt and am 6" uncut, Mike is 7" cut. 

We sat at the glass table where Mildred had set our plates. Our conversation drifted over several subjects, eventually she told us Mike's dad and her had separated a few months ago. Mike was more upset his mother had not mentioned this to him before, than his was at his dads leaving. As a kid, his father was always working and seldom home. Mildred told us she was very glad they had separated. She felt she now had the freedom express herself.

As we talked, I noticed Mike's balls were exposed and that Mildred had a perfect view from where she was sitting. Mike totally unaware of his exposure unconsciously sat back in his chair moving his legs further apart exposing a good portion of his fat cock. Mildred and I looked at each other smiling, admiring the view and conversation. After we finished eating, Mildred suggested we change into our swimming suits and meet out by the pool.

Mike expressed concern about wearing such revealing outfits around his mother. He told me that when he had mentioned the suits to her, she didn't say much other than a "that nice" remark. 

Oh! Don't worry, Mike. When we were eating lunch your mom and I both had a great view of your cock and balls. She sure didn't mind looking and I know, she knew, I knew, she was looking. 

You're kidding! He exclaimed.

"Nope." Honest truth." Your cock and balls were hanging out for all and everyone to see. Your mom didn't seem to mind; actually I think she enjoyed the show. I don't think she cares one way or the other if we ran around naked." I said.

Well, I'm still a little nervous. After all she is my mom, you know!

We walked out to the pool wearing our swim outfits. Mike and I stopping dead in our tracks when we reached the pool area. There was Mildred wearing a thong bikini which consisted of three small triangular pieces of bright yellow material held in place by transparent strings. The effect was stunning to say the least. The two top pieces barley covered her nipples, leaving most of her large tits exposed. The piece over her pussy looked like it had been painted on. You could clearly see the shape and form of her pussy lips and that she shaved her pussy. Holding her hands up in the air, she turned around showing of her new bikini. I could see her naked ass and there was no doubt in my mind who Mike had inherited his from. What a beautiful woman. Mike ran up to his mother giving her a big bear hug, the bulge in his bikini right up next to the yellow triangle covering her pussy. I couldn't help but admire both their butts.

After their hug, Mike and I both imitated her by lifting up our arms and turning around show off just as she had done.

"Nice asses," she said. "Bob, with those hairy legs of yours, I knew you would have a hairy ass. I turned around again, first shaking my butt and then with my feet apart I bent over grabbing my ankles and gave her a good view of my hairy ass. 

Wow! Wee! Nice show and your package looks so full just hanging there. 

Mike and I couldn't help but notice how relaxed and open she was about our bodies. 

Walking between her and my lounge, I bent over as I placed my towel on my seat and giving Mildred a much closer view of my hairy ass. 

Oh don't pay him any attention; he's just a big show off. Mike said

"Oh no honey!" his mom said. "I'm rather enjoying it."

I laid down on my lounge, my knees up and my feet planted firmly on the seat. 

Mike, who had been standing next to his mom, was unaware that his crotch was just a foot or so away from her face. You could clearly see his dark brown pubes, and that he had tucked his fat cock back and under his balls. This caused his bikini to bulge obscenely. His mother commented on how nice his suit looked on him. 

We sat there enjoying the late afternoon sun drinking beer and talking. Mikes mom kept telling us lewd jokes. Both Mike and I surprised at how easily she used words such as cunt, clit, cock, balls, and fuck.

Feeling she wouldn't mind, I got up and as she watched, I removed the waist string from my pouch. Now all that held my cock and balls in the pouch was an elastic band around the top. For all practical purposes I was all but naked. 

I need to get my blood circulating a bit, I said as I started doing some jumping jacks. Mildred watched as my pouched covered cock and balls flapped ups and down to the rhythm of my jumping. Next, turning my back to her and Mike, with my feet apart and my legs straight I bent over and grabbed my ankles stretching the back of my legs. Looking between my legs, I could see both Mildred and Mike looking at my hairy asshole and my dangling pouch cover balls. 

Nice show, Mike said as I returned to my lounge chair.

Mildred got up and said. Anyone want another beer? After that hairy show, I need a drink. 

She came back with the beers and stood at the foot of my lounge. I was reclining with my knees up and legs apart, I knew she had a clear view of my hairy asshole. Not wanting to keep her from enjoying the view, I reached up between my knees to take the soda from her. My pouch incased cock and balls only inches from where our hands met. 

Mike too was reclining in his lounge in a similar manner as me. His mom sat at the foot of his lounge between Mike's open legs. His cock and balls clearly visible through the mesh bikini, Mike made no attempt to cover himself. As a matter of fact, he opened his legs further allowing his mother to see the string, holding the bottom of his bikini, disappeared between his ass cheeks. 

The three of us sat there drinking our beers and talking as she looked at her son mesh encased balls and cock. Without any break in our conversation, she got up and moved to my lounge and sat between my feet just as she had sat at her sons feet. 

Finishing her beer, she sat it on the ground and said. "Bob, I hope you're not put off with my starring at your hairy ass and crotch all the time."

"Oh God! Not at all, Mildred, I'm kind of use to people starring. Actually I kind of enjoy it, if you know what I mean. Feel free to look all you want. I'll take it as a compliment." I said.

Laughing she said, "Oh good, then I won't feel guilty looking."

Both Mike and I laughing along with her.

Before we knew what was happening, Mike got up and jumped in the pool splashing water over the both of us. I got and dove into the deep end. Mildred followed by jumping in the shallow end. We started playing tag and splashing water at each other. A couple of times, I felt Mildred tag me on my butt, copping a feel as she did. 

When she tagged Mike he let out a big "Hey, you squeezed my nuts. That's not fair." 

"Poor baby, it was only an accident." She said, the both of us laughing at Mike.

Mike jumped toward his mom. In her haste to get away, her top came off leaving her tits uncovered. Laughing and running, she didn't notice till it was too late.

As she stood up facing us, Mike said, "Nice boobs mom." 

She looked down and seeing both her tits uncovered, she raised her arm to cover them. Mike and I in hysterics. Not wanting to seem a prude, she stopped covering herself and grabbing her top, she untied it and tossed toward the lounge chairs.

"I hope you boys don't mind my boobs." she said as she splashed the both us.

The three of us continued playing tag. Mildred's beautiful tits bouncing up and down, Mike and I copping an occasional "accidental" feel as she jumped to get away and not get tagged.

Tired, we decided to take a break. Mike and his mom walked out at the shallow end. I climbed out from the deep end. As we walked toward each other, Mildred pointing at me asked Mike why my balls were hairless. Mike started laughing so hard that both Mildred and I laughed too. Only I had no idea why they were laughing

Slowly, and I do mean slowly, I realized the reason they were laughing. Seems that with all the jumping and horseplay we did, I had lost my pouch. Like Mildred's tits, my cock and balls were now totally exposed. There I was totally naked in front of my lover and his mother. 

Hugging Mike and still laughing, Mildred said, "Go ahead honey and take off your bikini. I don't mind if you're both naked. After all you both are nudist."

Mike didn't have to be asked twice. In a flash he tossed his bikini next to his moms' top. Now totally naked you could see his thick, fat, veined, long cock surrounded by a thick patch of pubic hair. The cockhead at the end of it giving it the appearance of a huge battering ram, his balls dangling on either on each side of his fat cock. 

Looking at his large endowment she said, "Mike, I had no idea your cock was so big. You must get that from my side of the family. Your dads prick sure wasn't anywhere as big as yours."

Mike beaming with pride stood there showing off as his mom continued admiring his manhood.

Well Mildred, you might as well get naked too. I said

Yea mom, you're practically naked already and it's only us and we're all family. Mike said.

We're naked and there's no reason you can't be naked too. Who's going to give a hoot anyway? I added,

Mildred stood up and hooking her thumbs under the bikini strings, she pulled it off and stepped out of it in one quick move. I couldn't believe how beautiful she looked standing there naked in front of her son and me. Her nipples were erect and perky. Her tits firm with just a hint of sag. He stomach flat, her pussy puffy and slightly open with just a hint of wetness. She shaved her pussy except for a small reddish patch above her mound. 

She raised her arms above her head and slowly turned around, She seem to enjoy the fact that two stark naked men were enjoying looking and admiring her naked body. I'm sure the fact that one was her son and the other his lover really turned her on. 

There we were, the three of us stark naked admiring our bodies, just standing there looking silly and looking at each other, enjoying the afternoon sun. 

"Hey, since this is our first time together naked. Why don't we play a game of you show me and I'll show you." I suggested. "Its loads of fun and it'll give us an excuse to check each other out."

Mike, who had played this game with me before, thought it a great idea. Mildred, a little hesitant and not understanding how the game was played asked Mike to explain the rules to her.

He told her that each of us would write the names of a body parts on a pieces of paper. We put all the pieces in a bag and we each take a turn pulling one out. Then what every body part is written on your slip is given up for inspection. Each examiner has one minute to look over and examine the body part. The examiner dose not have to use up his whole minute and he can share his minute with another examiner. The rules of examination include looking and touching, but it would be up to her to decide what rules and limitations or restrictions she wanted. I told her both Mike and I enjoyed playing with no limitations or restrictions.

Mildred asked how we determined who went first. I suggested we write a number between 1 and 10 on a piece of paper and the person with the smallest number would go first, next smallest second and largest number would go last. She thought that was fair. I asked what rules or restrictions she wanted. Mildred's only request was she reserved the right to quit the game with no questions asked. Mike and I both agreed.

As we wrote our body parts on pieces of paper, I couldn't help but wonder where this game would lead to. Mike collected the pieces of paper and put them in a bag. Each of us then wrote a number on a piece of paper. Mike turned his over showing the number 5, Mildred had written the number 9 on her, and I turned mine over showing I had written the number 1.

Guess I'm first. I said as I reached into the bag and pulled out the first piece of paper which had leg written on it.

I walked up to Mike and standing in front of him I lifted my leg on to the chair and let mike explore my leg from ankle to crotch with his hand. My back was towards Mildred who watched intently as Mike caressed my leg, not missing a single inch or hair.

Mike's paper said pubic hair. He laid down on the lounge side ways with his legs hanging down to the ground supporting his upper body with his elbows. Mildred got up and knelt between his legs. She gently ran her fingers through his pubic hair, pulling it up and then pushing toward the sides. As she did this, she would push on the base of Mike cock causing it to bounce. I watched her do this repeatedly, Mikes cock slowly engorging. 

Her paper said tits. She sat down on the edge of her lounge and sticking her breast out, I invited Mike to share my minuet and them. Mike and I both stood naked in front and to her side facing her as we fondled her gorgeous tits. I gently squeeze her nipple rolling it between my fingers feeling its firmness. Cupping her tit, I couldn't help noticing the size of her erect nipples. Mike too was fondling her breast. Gently squeezing and pulling her nipples. Mildred let out a soft moan as both Mike and I pulled her nipples and squeezed her tits. Our time was up. 

Reaching in the bag, I pulled out a piece of paper with the word asshole written on it. I got on my hands and knees and lowered my chest and rested my head on the lounge cushion. With My knees apart my ass up in the air, Mike asked Mildred to share his minuet with him. Kneeling behind me and with Mildred watching, he fondle my butt check, rubbing his finger over my asshole and gently pulling on my butt hair. My shaved ball hanging down and swinging has he inserted is finger in my asshole.

Mildred took a gentler approach. She caressed my butt cheeks. She rubbed her hands up and down my butt crack from my balls to just above my asshole, feeling the softness of my butt hair and the smoothness of my asshole. As she pulled on my butt hair, she used her thumb to massage my asshole. The feeling of intense pleasure was causing my cock to engorge and leak precum. She finished by quickly pushing her thumb in and out of my asshole. 




The Nudist and the New Roommate



The story below is written with the intention of putting my fantasy down on paper (symbolic) and allowing others to enjoy it as much as I do. 

There are some conditions that must be met first though: 

a. You must be of legal age in which ever state, county, country or universe that you reside in. 

b. If you find graphic sex and detailed descriptions of sexual acts offensive, stop now. 

c. If you enjoy this type of story or like what you have read then keep an eye out for more. 

d. If you have comments or suggestions for future stories let me know, I'm open to ideas. 

Thank you in advance for taking the time to read the stories that I post. You readers are the reason that we writers exist. 

This work is copyrighted to the author © 2005. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites.

Thank you for your consideration.

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My name is Bob and I've been living alone in a large two bedroom apartment for the past two years. I am single and am enjoying my life. I have a great three day a week job, which pays well. I am active in the local gym, enjoy bicycling and going out with my friends. I am also an avid nudist.

I was checking out the bulletin at the local Safeway, when I decided to place an ad for a roommate.





The Nudist and the Virgin



The story below is written with the intention of putting my fantasy down on paper (symbolic) and allowing others to enjoy it as much as I do. 

There are some conditions that must be met first though: 

a. You must be of legal age in which ever state, county, country or universe that you reside in. 

b. If you find graphic sex and detailed descriptions of sexual acts offensive, stop now. 

c. If you enjoy this type of story or like what you have read then keep an eye out for more. 

d. If you have comments or suggestions for future stories let me know, I'm open to ideas.  

Thank you in advance for taking the time to read the stories that I post. You readers are the reason that we writers exist. 

Thank you for your consideration.

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It was still early and the sun was shinning. I was on my way to San Gregorio, the local nude beach. I was looking forward to spending the day naked and relaxing. Maybe meet someone to talk to, but mostly just relax and enjoy myself. I planned to stop along the way to get some sodas and eats.

As I drove through Half Moon Bay, I spotted a young girl hitch hiking. I pulled over and watched as she ran up to the car. 

"As far as you can take me?" she asked.

"I'm going as far as San Gregorio. I can take you up to the crossroad near the beach entrance if you like."

"Ok," she said as she opened the door and climb in. 

I told her my name was Bob. She said hers was Sue.

We rode quietly listening to the radio. As we neared the beach, she asked me if I was going to the nude area.

"Yes, I am."

I've never been to the nude area. I'm too scared and nervous to go, she said.

"Yea, It can be scary if you don't know what to expect." I replied.

What do you mean, she asked?

Well, most of the people that go to nude beaches are nice quiet people that tend to keep to themselves. Occasionally you do get some looky loos, but for the most part, it's just nice people who are enjoying the beach and sun.

Honest? 

Yea, honest! I replied.

She told me a friend of hers had led her to believe there were a lots of weirdo's at nude beaches.

Not true, I said. It's pretty safe there. If you think about it, you're never alone. There are people all around you. 

You make it sound so nice and safe. But, I don't know if I could take my clothes off. I'd be too embarrassed. 

I told her not everyone takes all their clothes off. Some people wear thongs, occasionally someone wears a bathing suit. You can't force people to go naked just because it's a nude beach. The more I told her about the beach, the more she seemed interested in going.

Finally, she asked me if it was okay if she went with me and if she didn't like there, would I mind giving her a ride to the crossroad. 

"No problem, If you don't like it there I'll take you back up to the crossroads."

I paid the entrance fee and parked my car near the pathway going down to the beach. I gathered my bag and cooler. We walked down about halfway before we could see naked people on the beach. I stopped and pointed them out to her. She seemed okay and not upset as we continued our way down to the beach. 

Once on the beach, I stopped and took my shoes and t-shirt off. We walked a half dozen or so yards looking for an empty driftwood palace we could claim. Finding a vacant one I set my bag and cooler down inside and unfolded my blanket.

I dropped my shorts. Looking nervous, Sue just stood there looking down at the sand not knowing what to expect next. I laid my shorts on the driftwood wall and I waked around the outside inspecting the wall. I thought if she had a chance to see me naked doing something non-threatening, she might not be so nervous around me.

Now, I'm not a bad looking guy. I'm 5'8" tall, weight in at 140 lbs, in good shape, with black hair, blue eyes. I have a nice uncut cock and shaved balls; I also have hairy legs and butt. I have some chest hair, mostly around my nipples and a treasure trail from my belly button to my pubes. Sue is blond; blue eyed and looks to be 15 or so. Later she told me she was 18. She has nice golden colored skin, a small waist, round hips and what looks like nice pair of tits under her top.

I walked back to the blanked and motioned to her to sit. I sat down cross-legged facing her. 

Are you ok? I asked.

I'm just nervous and a little embarrassed, she replied.

"Don't be, and don't worry, you don't have to undress if you don't want to." I said.

Reaching for the cooler and I took some soda's out. I offered her one. Taking my book out of my bag and turned over on to my stomach facing away from Sue and started reading.

I had the feeling Sue was checking me out. I glanced back and sure enough she was. From where she was sitting, if moved my legs apart, she could get a clear view of my hairy ass and balls. As I read, I slowly moved my legs further apart. Eventually, I pulled my knee up toward my side. Then reaching behind me, I scratched the area behind my balls. I heard Sue giggle. I turned to look at her. 

What's so funny? I asked

Oh nothing.

I twisted around and faced her. Are you feeling more comfortable? 

Yea, I'm ok. 

You want to go for a walk?

She nodded yes.

We got up and walked toward the water. With our feet in the water, we walk up the beach and away from our Driftwood Palace. Coming toward us was a nude jogger. As he neared us, you couldn't help but notice his cock swinging from side to side as he ran. He smiled and said hello as he passed us. As we continued walking we came upon two women sunning, one with a hairy pussy the other had a shaved one. Sue and I smiled at each other as we walked by. 

About a hundred feet further up near a rocky outcrop were two guys blowing each other. I asked Sue if she wanted to go and get a better look. She nodded no, so we just hung around at the waters edge looking up toward the two guys. After a few minuets, Sue took me by the hand and we continue our walk. 

We walked all the way to the end of the beach looking at the various naked people commenting about the different body types and sizes of cocks, tits, balls and asses we saw. I noticed Sue liked looking at hairy guys. 

We walked back to our blanket. Sue was much more relaxed. We were sitting drinking soda, when Sue, pointing to my cock, asked me why my "thing" looked different. I told her I wasn't circumcised and they were. To explain better, I took my cock in my hand and moved my foreskin back exposing my cockhead. Her eyes as big as saucers, I pulled my foreskin forward over my cockhead. I told Sue that some parents have their baby's foreskin cut off at birth. 

"I liked foreskin very much. It has a similar texture and feel as pussy lips." I said. 

She blushed and looked away. 

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to embarrass you. I just thought you wanted to know." I said

She looked at me and said she was just being silly and that I was right, she shouldn't be embarrassed.

"It's just that I've never seen a naked man before and well, it's all so new and not what I expected at all." She said.

Seeing she was curious and wanted to know more, I told her it wouldn't embarrass me if she wanted to check my body out and ask me questions.

You mean I can look at you all over and ask you questions? She asked in a surprised tone.

Yes, you can even touch me if you want to. It's ok, I don't mind. I said.

"Really?" She said as she laughed nervously.

Yep, really! Look, touch, feel all you want and ask questions too. I said.

I laid down on my back with my hands behind my head, my feet on the ground, my knees bent up and my legs apart.

She scooted up between my feet and sat there just looking. 

You're so hairy down there, she said. 

Yea, some guys are. Can't help it, it's in the genes. I replied.

Pointing to my balls, she asked me why I didn't have any hair there. I told her I shaved my balls. That I like the way they feel shaved and that I started shaving my balls because I liked my balls sucked. 

She didn't say anything, she just looked me over.

After a few minuets, I asked her if she would like to put sun screen on me. 

Ok, she said.

I sat up and taking the sun screen out of my bag I handed it to her. I turned over on my stomach making sure to keep my legs apart.

She put lotion on her hands and started to rub it on my shoulders, then down my back. She did both my sides and then moved to my lower legs commenting how the hair on my legs felt so soft. She did my upper legs all the way up to my butt. I had kept my legs well apart, I knew she had a good view of my hairy ass and balls.

"Aren't you going to do my butt too?" I asked.

She squirted some lotion directly onto my butt then rubbed it on my butt cheeks, as she did this, she pulled my buttock open and rubbed lotion in my butt crack and over my butthole and down all the way to my balls. 

Are all guys this hairy down here? She asked.

"If you mean my ass crack and butthole, No, some guys have more, some guys have less and some guys don't have any." I said.

She rubbed more lotion down my butt crack, pushing her fingers over my butthole and down past my balls. 

"Finished," she said.

Want to do the front? I asked as I turned over.

"Sure, Why not." she said.

My eyes were closed as she rubbed lotion on my chest, arms and sides, down past my stomach all the way to my pubes. Moving down to my feet, she pushed my legs further apart and sat between them. She rubbed lotion on my lower legs, and then moved up to my upper legs. As she rubbed lotion on my inner thigh, her finger would come into contact with my balls on one side and cock and balls on the other side. By now my cock was swollen and leaking precum.

I guess I should put lotion on your "thing" too. You don't want it to get sunburned. She said. 

Yea, I wouldn't like it if it got sunburned, I replied.

She squirted lotion in her hand and then started rubbing it on my cock and balls. My foreskin pulled back exposing my cockhead as she rubbed upward. Grasping my cock in her hand and gently squeezing and rubbing lotion up and down my cock giving me an instant boner. She stopped rubbing and just held my cock feeling it thicken and harden in her hand.

Holding my boner in her hand, I apologized.

"It's just the way you were rubbing lotion on my cock gave me a boner." I said.

Why don't you let go of my cock and put some lotion on my balls instead. I suggested.

Cupping my balls in one hand she rubbed lotion on them. My boner throbbing, my foreskin pulled back exposing my swollen shinny precum leaking cockhead.

"What's that stuff coming out of your thing?"

Grabbing hold my boner and pointing it toward her and said. "This "thing" is called a cock and the stuff leaking out is precum." It's what lubricates my cock when I jack off or fuck.

Still cupping my balls in her hand, I slowly stroked my cock, making sure my foreskin slid back and forth over my cockhead.

Why are you doing that? she asked.

Well, when I get a boner, it means my balls are full of cum. They start to ache if I don't empty them. 

She sat there fondling my balls watching me slowly stroking my cock. 

You want me to do that for you? She asked.

YES! I do. I said. 

I took her hand and put it on my cock and showed her how to jack me. After a few minuets, I took some lotion and rubbed in my asshole.

Why are you doing that? she asked.

I want you to put your finger in my asshole and fingerfuck me while you jack me off. I said. 

Putting lotion on her two big fingers. I had her stick them in my asshole and move them in and out as she jacked me with her other hand. I threw my legs up and reaching with my hands I grabbed my ankles and pulling my legs toward my chest exposing my hairy butthole. Sue fingerfucking and jacking me off like an expert.

Oh God! That's great Sue. You're doing it just right. 

She squeezed my cock tighter and jack me faster, her fingers fucking my hairy asshole, my balls bouncing up and down as Sue jack me off.

Your balls are moving so much. Do they hurt? Am I doing it ok Bob? She asked.

You're doing great, but if you're worried about my balls, put them in your mouth and suck them. I said.

She bent forward licking them first, sucking one ball then the other into her wet mouth. Both balls now her mouth, she used her tongue to push them up against the roof of her mouth squeezing them as she sucked them. It was more that I could take. I moaned loudly as I shot rope after rope of thick white cum across my chest and stomach. Sue continued sucking my balls, fingerfucking my butthole and jacking me until not being able to stand anymore, I reached down and grabbing her hand I pulled it away from my cock,

Her fingers still buried deep in my ass, my balls fell out of her mouth as she sat up looking at me. Are your balls empty? Did I do it ok Bob? She asked.

Oh! Sue. Yes, you sure did. You did great, just like a champ. I said.

"Bob is that you're cum?" She asked.

Looking down at my chest and stomach I nodded yes. Then scooping some up with my finger, I stuck in my mouth and sucked it clean as she watched me. 

Ummm! The food of the gods. You want some? I asked.

Licking her lips she asked, "You sure it tastes ok?"

Of course it does. I said, as I scooped up more cum sucking my fingers clean.

Pointing next to me I asked her to move up and just lick it off me. When she finished, I told her there was more under my foreskin and maybe some still inside my cock she could suck out if she wanted to. Taking my limp cum soaked cock into her mouth, she sucked and licked it clean. All this attention gave me another boner. 

With her mouth sucking my boner, I told her my balls were filling up with more cum. If she just keep sucking my cock like she was it all came out very soon.

Nodding yes, she sucked my cock, fondling my balls, until I shot a second load in her warm wet mouth. 

She sat up and said, "I like sucking your cum out."

"I like it too." I answered.

Leaning over she took my limp cock into her mouth. I told her my balls were empty and she would have to wait a little while before there was more cum. She kept sucking cock and balls, just enjoying doing it. I didn't want to stop her. 

I told her she too had cum and if she wanted me to, I could suck her cum out just like she did mine. 

Looking at me, she sat up and took her top off, revealing two perfect luscious tits. The she pulled her shorts off, leaving her panties on. I got up and knelt in front of her. I gently pushed her down on her back. Kneeling between her legs, I reached up and taking hold of the elastic waistband on her panties, I pulled them down over her hips and lifting her legs up in the air as I finished taking her panties off. Now we were both naked. I had a one hand on each of her legs. I pulled them open revealing her wet hairy pussy. I gently pushed her legs toward her chest. This caused her ass to lift up putting her pussy just below my cock. I let her feel my cock rubbing her pussy. 

Letting go of her legs and leaning forward on top of her, I guided my hungry mouth to her tits. Sucking her tits and nibbling her hard nipples I rubbed my rock hard cock along her pussy slit. She wrapped her legs around my hips causing my cock to push past her pussy slit. My foreskin being pushed back as my cock slipped past her swollen wet pussy lips. She moaned as I sucked and nibbled her tits.

Teasing her wet and ready cunt with my cock, I pulled back and slowly licked my way down to her pussy. Pushing her legs up toward her chest, her pussy opened up to my eager tongue. I licked, sucked and nibbled her pussy. My tongue sinking into her love hole, my fingers teasing her erect nub. Fingerfucking her asshole, I licked and sucked her pussy through one, two, three orgasms, I thought my tongue would fall off. 

I moved up to kiss her soft lips, my face and mouth covered in her cum, I kissed her deeply. My cock again rubbing her pussy slit, looking for the entrance to her love hole. With my hand, I guided my swollen cock into her pussy again feeling my foreskin being pushed back as her tight pussy enveloped my cock. My cock was sinking in deeper and deeper into her tight wet pussy when I met resistance. Then the realization hit me, Oh my God, she's a VIRGIN. 

Sue was moaning and whimpering. I looked at her and asked her if she wanted me to stop.

No! No! Please don't stop. She said in begging voice.

Kissing her deeply, my tongue exploring her mouth, I gave a hard push and felt my cock rip past her virgin barrier and sink all the way. My balls rubbing against her asshole. I kissed deeply as I slowly pulled out of her pussy. Just before I was completely out I pushed back in feeling my cock bury itself deep in her tight pussy. I fucked her slowly feeling her pussy stretch around my boner as it went in and out of her pussy. She moaned loudly as I increased the speed of my thrusts. I was pounding her tight virgin pussy with all my strength when I felt her shudder almost convulse as she reached orgasm and I shot my cum deep into her pussy. 

The hot sun beating down on our sweat soaked naked bodies, we were unaware that our loud lovemaking had attracted passersby. Looking up I saw three naked guys jacking off over us. Breathing heavily, I rolled off her, my cock making a "plop" sound as it pulled out of her tight wet pussy. The next thing I knew cum was raining down on the both of us. I kissed her as I rubbed their hot cum on her body and mine, my boner seeking the entrance to the warm wetness of her deflowered pussy.

Lifting her leg and wrapping it around me, I slipped my boner into her tight pussy with one easy push. I fucked her again thrusting hard into her as she pushed to meet me. I don't know how long our audience stayed, but by the time we finished fucking, they were gone. Sue and I were covered in cum and sweat. We held each other for what seemed a very long time. Then we got up and ran to the ocean to wash off. 

Returning to our blanket to rest, I laid down next to her, my head near her pussy and hers near my cock. She told me she liked what we had done very much. Pushing her legs apart, I put my mouth on her pussy and started licking and sucking giving her clit special attention. Sue, didn't hesitate sucking my cock and balls, To my amazement she inserted her fingers into my asshole, I did the same to her. We sucked and fingerfucked each other for what seemed like hours, finally finishing in a double climax.

Now late; I told her I had to get back to the city. She asked if she could come with me. Smiling, I took her hand and naked we walked up to my car.



The Nude Beach



Edit by Rex Brookdale

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Moving to live near a nudist beach was a dream come true for me, a 45 year-old guy wanting to live a happy, single life. My name is Sven, by the way. I recently moved to Copenhagen. The exciting construction project I was working on there led me to discover a new country, and because of this a little more depth was added to my life. Visits to a Thai massage salon were a good option in the beginning before I knew where else to go to meet girls, and my horniness was sated there frequently. In the evenings, I studied Danish and realized that learning the words that differed from Swedish was not that hard; my understanding both verbally and in writing was getting better and better. With the erotic words and of course even the "dirty" versions, the big problem was learning to talk as if they sounded natural and I became very focused on that challenge. At work we had a mix of Swedes and Danes to the point where we developed our own hybridized language. We spoke Swedish intermixed with Danish and somehow made it work so we understood each other.

During my explorations of my immediate neighborhood, I had found a tavern that became my regular locale. There, I learned that once I got to know the Danes, many would become close friends. The couple who owned the tavern, Nette and Sören, were both 55 years old and we soon developed a nice relationship. They were like me, naturists, so we had lots to talk about. They challenged me to speak Danish and of course I improved. One Friday night we were hanging around after work with food and beer, when they came by and asked if I wanted to go with them to the beach the following day. I lit up and happily agreed immediately. The next morning we met outside the pub and we all got into their car and drove a bit through Copenhagen along Kögebukten. We turned onto a little side road marked only with the word "nudist" on a hand-painted sign.

There were already quite a few cars in the rather large parking lot, next to which was a small private beach. I learned that this was the most visited nudist beach in Copenhagen. The beaches in Denmark are different from home where it is just sand dunes. It was a bit hilly and everywhere in the little valleys amongst the hills were people sunbathing. We came to a hill with a sort of bowl shape at the top, and they explained that this was "their" spot. Everyone knew everyone and they respected each other's "reserved" areas. The sun was shining and we quickly shed our clothes. Of course, I could not help but ogle Nette.

She had a nice body. Whereas many other Danes were not so tall, her height made her even more sexy. Both were shaved and I glanced at Sören's cock, noticing it was smaller than mine. This bolstered me a bit as clearly even Nette noticed my size when I pulled off my pants. While we were undressing, other couples passed by who cheerfully greeted us, and I realized that they had many friends here. I decided to lay low and just let myself be led into their world this first time. The day passed and Nette had a picnic basket filled with sandwiches and we ate well and washed them down with a couple of cold beers. We went down to the water and bathed but on this particular day it was quite cold ... yet still there were many others there, and much to observe. It struck me that there were many families and even young people.

The time passed quickly and soon it was time to go home; I thanked them for a lovely day and both Nette and Sören thought this was a nice gesture on my part. But indeed, I appreciated many things about it. We'd had time to talk more, and we'd enjoyed each other's company. 

Back at home again it was time to begin a new week, and it passed quickly. The construction work went well and I felt quite content. On Friday, I came to the tavern. As I approached, both Nette and Sören cheered happily and Nette got up to give me a little hug, which was a first. I took it as a good sign of our friendship. We had now seen each other naked, we had no more to hide.

As I got ready to go, they asked if I would like to go with them for a swim the next day, to which I readily agreed. The day passed as had the first, except that I explored a little more to get my bearings and of course did a little scouting of all the sweet girl flesh. The next weekend it was the same procedure. I came down to the pub in the morning. Nette and Sören were packing the car and I saw another woman there. We were each a bit curious and I almost instantly began to feel a twitch in my pants. I got a hug from Nette and Sören slapped me on the back, then they introduced me to their friend. She was named Ditte and was a woman of my age. Not so tall, she had a slender body under her bright summer dress that made me think of other things than swimming.

Nette explained that Ditte was one of their closest friends, and that it had been almost a year since her husband had passed away from an illness. She needed to get out and meet people to get over her grief. As we rode in the car Nette talked more about their friendship, and I could tell that there was a little more to it than just being friends. Ditte began to relax and told me about the loss and about herself. She had a daughter, 18 years old, and she too had had a hard time getting over her father's death. Both Sören and Nette relaxed from their sober moods seeing her happy mood, and we looked forward to having a nice day at the beach.

By now I knew the way to our place and it felt natural in every way. Once we did a little arranging the space was big enough that it had no problem fitting four adults even if it was a little more crowded. The girls ended up in the middle with Ditte closest to me. I wondered if this was planned for the two of us to meet. And when this was mentioned, I imagined I saw some blushing as she glanced over at Nette. But my strategy was to not rush and just see how things shaped up. Ditte seemed to have the same thoughts. She is a very attractive woman, with quite small but incredibly conical breasts, and I could not believe she had had a baby. Her stomach was flat and I saw something that made me react strongly. She had a completely shaved pussy and her mons Veneris was among the biggest I've seen. As she lay on her back my cock stood up; it was clear I was incredibly excited.

Sören wanted to go swimming and I tagged along. By now, I really needed to cool off a bit. Sören asked curiously if I liked Ditte and sure enough I did. He confided that all four had had many beautiful moments together, and that Ditte was a real ... nymphomaniac, as he expressed it. With her husband's death still fresh, Ditte had hesitated a bit at the invitation, but both Nette and Sören thought it was time for her to move on. He also said that I should not feel forced to do something just because we were both here. I said that my strategy, upon meeting new and interesting people, was to take it easy and see how it evolved. I told him that Ditte was a beautiful woman in my opinion.

We had talked earlier about sex and such but I felt I did not want to let go completely. We turned to go back, and just before we arrived Sören stopped me and asked if I liked Ditte's mons Veneris. I could not help but admit that I did and I had a tough job to not put my hand on it. Sören laughed and called it a Venus mountain that many longed for. I knew this was just light--hearted banter and even Ditte began to joke about the comparison. The sexual innuendos were infectious, and so I wasn't surpised when Ditte said I looked good in every way, a bit tongue in cheek.

Nette responded by saying that Sören was the sweetest bear she knew. Then she rolled over to him and began to kiss and caress him. I had, during my explorations around here, seen that there probably was "hanky-panky" going on among the pads but now it was very evident. Sören had his hands on Nette's butt and steered her a bit as she rolled. When she sat up, I saw that Sören's cock was now completely rigid. He looked at me with a smile and I returned it as confirmation that everything was OK. Ditte and I lay and watched how it enjoyed and when Nette lifted her ass so she could get Sören's cock in her pussy it was too much and I felt I could not hold back.

Ditte was also enjoying the view; her lovely nipples were stiff and I watched her squeeze and fondle them. I had learned that women who voluntarily fondle their breasts usually have very sensitive nipples. It excited me incredibly. We were completely taken by their fucking, and I felt a hand come closer to me. Ditte lay on her side with her butt toward me. I caressed her butt and let her hand linger dangerously close to my cock. She wiggled a little as if she wanted to feel it, so I moved a little closer to give her the chance if she turned her hand the right way. By this time Sören and Nette had not much longer left and shortly thereafter, the two had a nice orgasm. Sören finished with a couple of deep pulses into Nette before he pulled out.

Ditte's hand had now found my cock and she was stroking it gently. I hadn't yet ventured to caress her, I just lay there enjoying the whole situation. Nette lay on her back and exhaled loudly. Sören's cock glistened with all the juices before it slowly deflated. Ditte had now taken up my cock and stroked it slowly, and then subtly, so as no one would notice, she put it in position, I made myself lay still, and just watched and enjoyed. I understood that she wanted to feel it in herself and now my cock stood at attention directly against her butt. She lifted her thigh, and the stage was now set. She stroked her pussy so that her secretions started to come out and she found my glans and guided it to her slippery pussy lips.

Suddenly she pressed back and I was now inside her pussy. It had all been so wonderful to watch up to this point; at first I froze in surprise, but then realized it was my turn to take us to the height of pleasure. Taking hold of her hips I began to steadily fuck, slowly at first and then with increasing speed. I let my hand go down on her stomach and up to her breasts grasping one and catching her nipple between my fingers. She moaned and increased our movements. Sören and Nette watched us, which excited me even more.

Ditte's moaning and beautiful noises increased and now even I felt that I was close. I fucked her a little harder and could tell by her noises how close she was, and after a couple more thrusts deep into her she came. She tried to stifle her screams in the blanket, but those who were closest to us had already understood what was happening. I could not hold myself back any longer and gave her a deep thrust, when I emptied myself in her. I held her and gave her a kiss on the neck. We lay still for a moment, with my cock in her still and felt her spasms as they slowed, but which kept life in my cock for a little longer.

Ditte's body felt limp in the aftermath of the orgasm, and when Nette asked Ditte if it was very good Ditte just nodded. Ditte whispered to me that I was the first since her husband had died. I felt warm and happy inside at being the one who got her to dare to enjoy sex again. Sören suggested cheerfully that everyone go for swim, and to that I jumped up to join him, helping Ditte up. She was quick and gave me a close hug and whispered her sincere thanks for the beautiful interlude. I kissed her on the cheek backing return and told her she was incredibly beautiful and sexy.

We romped and splashed water at each other, and at a distance we probably looked like a bunch of teenagers. Eventually we ended up lying on the shore, letting the waves wash over us. I noticed how Nette and Sören began to paw at and fondle each other, which inspired me to caress Ditte. As I embraced her from behind my hands landed on her breasts. They were so pleasant to caress and the hard nipples pointed straight out. I felt wonderfully frisky from the experience like I dared to take another step.

We came back up to our space and I lay Ditte on her back. As I lowered myself down next to her, I glanced up at her, my gaze sliding down to her huge Venus mountain. I put my hand on her stomach gently, checking for her permission to continue, then let my fingers lightly caress her skin, circling to slowly approach the target; and the feeling when I finally cupped her mountain was indescribable. It was solid and beautiful and I had never felt anything like it. I placed a finger at the point where her nether lips divide, and let it lie still for a while; it was intoxicating. Ditte seemed to like it but got a little impatient, her legs parted just enough so she could flex her hips. I moved my hand position a little and she took the lead with her own finger down on her clit. That way she could control it all, which she seemed to like.

Our eyes met and I recognized the smile and with her eyes she said: 'Play more with me'. Our mouths met and we had our first real kiss. Our tongues found each other and I could tell that both of us were equally excited by our kissing. I still had my left hand on her pussy, Ditte's movements grew and I helped to give her a little extra, and caressed her finger. I had such a desire to lick her but thought better of it, given the risk that it would be sandy, so I made myself wait for a better location.

Sören and Nette had been lying and sunbathing nearby. It was time to go, they said, as they had to catch the opening of the tavern that evening, and so they stood up to leave. Ditte and I had to desist our explorations, and I think it was Ditte who was most disappointed. We packed up and drove home. During the trip I felt Ditte's hand come down my body slowly and we moved along each other, a trail of our hands. She had a short dress on and she guided mine to her thigh. I felt her soft skin and her heat, as Ditte sat with lightly parted thighs, a clear invitation to continue.

Sören talked on about all sorts of miscellaneous things as my hand approached Ditte's pussy. I felt that it was not right the place to try some ideas of mine, so I just let my fingers find their way into her damp cave. I rocked her at just the right tempo for her to cum quickly, wondering if she would have time to do so before we were home. Events decided for us, though, that we should hold back and pull out a bit for now; maybe we could go and find a better place to finish what we'd started. I noticed that we passed my construction site, so I quickly explained what we were building.

As we got out of the car and took our luggage, Nette was already on her way into the tavern, and Sören locked the car. There was no doubt that I would go with Ditte, as she held tightly to my hand. Sören asked if we could come down later and eat food and we said yes to both. I did think that this was one of the most easily arranged liaisons I had ever experienced. And of course I knew Sören and Nette felt that it was exciting to see that their little plan had worked. Ditte told me that she lived next door, and during the short walk she talked more about herself and her daughter, Sanne. She was a very independent and lovely eighteen-year-old who usually was out with her buddies. Then came a bit more about her husband, and I found that they had had a wonderful life together; and then further on Ditte admitted they were bisexual, and that she and Nette had often had good moments. Now she barely had any intimacy with a man.

Ditte and her daughter lived in an apartment that was wonderfully decorated and it was apparent that Ditte enjoyed doing the decor. As a builder, I had to meet various architects so I also had an interest in interior design. We went on a tour of her place; the whole apartment was like a jungle where the green plants held a prominent role. Even in the bathroom there were plants and I had a strong sense of a Roman bathhouse in its style, with many mosaics on the walls and the floor.

We came to the kitchen, where Ditte opened the fridge and took out a decanter of sangria. She poured it into glasses and we toasted each other with an air of solemnity. We moved to the living room and sat down. There was a small silence, the excitement was tangible and it felt like we were just waiting for someone to push the button so we could continue where we'd left off with our lovemaking. I felt it was time to take some initiative, so I began to tell her how nice it was to meet her, and that she was beautiful and exciting. The charmer in me felt that she ate up everything I told her eagerly, and soon it was time to make some physical contact. We lay on the couch and began making out. Her dress came off, followed by my clothes. I had to pause to look at her and I told her again how sexy she was. I felt a stroke on my cock, and she said it was the biggest she had ever had in her.

I could now pick up where we left off, but with a little more privacy. We resumed kissing and I could then kiss her on the neck and down along her shoulders and collarbone to her breasts. Her stiff nipples stood at attention and let my tongue slip around one before I was sucked on and licked and kissed her pillowy mound. Her moans at my ministrations were unmistakable, as I changed to the other and she asked me to suck a little harder. I happily massaged and caressed the other breast, taking note of how much she liked the nice tit massage, and this spurred me on to do even more. I continued the kisses down over her stomach and reached her Venus mountain. I wanted to see and enjoy it, and finally paused to look up at her and tell her that she had the most sexy Venus mountain I had ever seen. I lay my hand on it and instantly felt the heat. Ditte thanked me for the compliment and said there were many who paid attention to it. She spoke briefly about when she was a teenager in puberty, and had some anxiety about it and felt abnormal. She almost did not dare to show herself naked to anyone. But then there was an elderly man who had made her realize it was a wonderful gift and that she should be proud. The older man had taught her to enjoy fucking, and that her body really was something beautiful.

I could now devote myself to enjoying her gorgeous pussy and my fingers and tongue went exploring. I slid the tip of my tongue along her lips, my tongue lapping like a cat up against her Venus mountain. I kissed and caressed it and it was noticeable that Ditte enjoyed my touch. My tongue slid against her clit that was now stiff and at attention. I circled some more and delightedly nibbled then sucked on it interchangeably. In my previous sexual experiences I had learned that I could get a woman to orgasmic ecstasy by licking her pussy. Ditte was no exception, and now I heard her let loose and moan delightfully. A woman moaning in ecstasy has always excited me and of course it spurred me to lick her even more fervently.

Ditte's orgasm was somewhat different from the one she'd had on the beach, she could let it all out now and shake in the throes of passion, her loud moaning gave her orgasm a lovely setting. I knew it had been a long time and the pent-up feelings from a year of no sexual enjoyment now came out. In her afterglow, Ditte relaxed and I crawled up and kissed her, planting kisses up her body and all the way up to her mouth. Her nipples got an extra lick and some suckling before we were joined in a kiss. My cock had become very and now it lay against her pussy where it rubbed between her lips. I grabbed it and guided the glans toward her opening, then slowly I pushed into her tight pussy. So far my size meant that I always had to take it easy when I first entered a woman.

With a deep groan I slipped deeper into her, both of us feeling the shock of her tightness surrounding my hugeness; and then I began to fuck her. Her body was quite lithe and petite so I got the inspiration to try to lift her with my cock still inside. I took hold of her ass as she grabbed onto and then held my neck. My initiative went well and my cock remained inside her. She clenched her legs around me and now we could fuck standing up, in the most delightful ways. Ditte rediscovered the mystery of pleasure, and came with such exhortations, as we walked around and fucked. We ended up in the kitchen where I could lay her down on the table. I felt that I had not far to go now, so I increased my thrusts and fucked her at a furious pace. Ditte enjoyed it and rocked into me so enthusiastically that I wondered if she would get ahead of me. I decided to fuck on and hope for a nice joint orgasm. Suddenly we heard the front door rattle, and in came Ditte's daughter, Sanne. Ditte swore a little and said that she could not come now, I slowed up a little but Ditte asked me to fuck on, since I was so close and it felt so nice. She grabbed her breasts and rubbed her nipples to enhance the enjoyment and eroticism.




The Nude Beach



Sanne walked into the kitchen and stood in surprise, watching us for a while, and I got the creeps but Ditte entreated me to fuck on. A couple more pumps into it, Ditte broke out in a proper orgasm which allowed me to finally give her a good pair of deep full thrusts that sucked my entire cock to the hilt. I felt my cum pump into her and fill her pussy so it splashed around her pussy before a light pulse from her pussy pushed me all of the way out. Ditte's heavy breathing started to slow, and we both lay there, huffing and puffing for a minute. While we recovered, Sanne moved closer, and we could see a thousand thoughts flying through her head before Ditte calmly said, "Hi treasure!" Ditte kept me where I was between her legs, as I stood up so that she could half-sit up.

I realized something had made Ditte unashamed to have Sanne see us; nor had Sanne fled to her room. My cock had no chance to slacken due in part to Ditte's clutching pussy and partly by the exciting situation. Not that I am one to run after teenagers, but it was just that the mother and daughter scenario was one of my favorite fantasies. So I could not help but peek at Sanne and appraise her a little. She was.a replica of her mother; through her loose-fitting linen blouse I glimpsed two small conical teen tits. Her nipples were clearly visible and erect, and she had a short skirt that just reached mid-thigh. In other words, she was an incredibly sexy girl.

Again, I adopted a passive attitude so as not to spoil the excitement, as Sanne went over and hugged her mother and gave her a kiss on the mouth. Ditte hugged Sanne and I saw how their kiss was ... a kiss. My cock came alive and I dared to hump Ditte a bit and immediately I felt her pussy hug me back. Sanne saw us, and asked Ditte if it was nice and Ditte nodded and gazed with a horny expression at me. I looked back and caressed her cheek while I humped her a bit more. My cock was now fully stiff again and my horniness in full force. Sanne bent down and started kissing Ditte's breasts and as she suckled her Ditte moaned that it felt so nice. I realized that this could be something extra that I never been experienced before.

Fucked now, Ditte lay with quiet dismay, as Sanne sucked upon her mother's nipple, and I saw that Ditte had her hand under Sanne's linen blouse, caressing her breasts. Ditte whispered something in her ear, to which Sanne responded by pulling off her top and I got to see the gorgeous breasts that were just as sexy as I had imagined them. She then proceeded to take off her skirt and I now saw the sweet sylph entirely naked. I almost had an orgasm right then and there, and with my dick deep in Ditte's pussy it was hard not to spray into her again. I felt that I wanted to wait so with all of my will power I focused on polar bears, ice caps, and frigid seas. Sanne now seemed just as horny as her mother and when Ditte sucked on her breasts she began to moan and whimper for more.

I took courage and put my hand on Sanne's gorgeous little puckered ass. The feeling made me remember my younger days when I managed to date a girl who wanted to fuck anally. I noticed that Sanne liked my caresses, as she pouted more and spread her thighs. The whole time I fucked Ditte and we started to charge up for another mega-orgasm, my fingers glided toward Sanne's pussy and I felt her moisture. I allowed one finger slide in so I could check her readiness, and I pumped my finger gently deeper. Sanne now had her hand on Ditte's mons Veneris, rubbing her clit, and I could felt fingers stroking the base of my cock and balls which got me to increase the pace. Sanne was now completely taken by my fingers as I added more and pulsed them deep into her pussy, and Ditte who was sucking on her breasts. It was she who had her orgasm first followed swiftly by Ditte, and finally I was able to empty my now rather strained cock into Ditte's pussy. Sanne had left her fingers on Ditte's pussy and this time I pulled my spent cock out all of the way. Sanne reached over and with her other hand felt curiously along my sticky dick.

We were now all three completely exhausted. Ditte was probably the one who was most happy, of all of us. We drank a little and sat down on the couch with Ditte in the middle. Ditte began to tell me that I was the first man since she'd become widowed. She had so clearly had the urge to get fucked, but could not find anyone who felt right. Then she came back to a topic I knew was a little embarrassing for her and even Sanne. The grief was the same for both of them and Sanne had moved to Ditte's large double bed. In the beginning, they often cried together there, in an effort to try to comfort each other. The proximity and caresses were normal but then it happened reached a new level when Sanne fell asleep with her hand across Ditte's breasts. Ditte had become so horny that she had to masturbate. Just as she was about to cum, Sanne had woken up and caressed her breasts a little more intensely, even sucking on her nipples, which got Ditte to cum immediately.

Their overtures came gradually, the next time it was Sanne who masturbated and Ditte who explored what made each of them feel good, and later on they masturbated together. In the shower, they fingered each other and explored each other's bodies, pressing against each other, rubbing breasts and pussies together and fondling each other. It was then that Sanne understood where her own big Venus rock came from. Ditte had declared her childhood. And then it evolved to where naturally they wanted to feel each other and so it ended up with that they also licked each other.

Ditte wondered of course if I thought they were too perverted but I replied that it was up to them, I was open-minded but I felt in no way that I was being pressured by them to feel that way. Sanne was the first to react. She pounced on Ditte, and then hugged me. It was like a heavy burden had lifted and Sanne now started talking about how nice it was with a "real man" in the house. She explained that she was not a virgin, but only had been with boys of her age and they were not as well equipped.

I realized that I would soon get to fuck the young horny girl. My cock responded by getting semi-erect despite all of my previous ejaculations. Sanne sought out my cock, she grabbed it like a handle and lifted it up a little; my whole cock shiny with semen and Ditte's pussy juice. She tried to jerk me off a little as she gazed fixedly on my glans. While she considered what she would do next, Ditte lay low and looked on, curious to see what would happen. She sought my hand and we lay and cuddled a bit. I felt like it was a good sign that now desire was the ruling emotion.

I could feel Sanne's breath against the glans, my cock was now stiff and I hoped that she would dare to taste it. The hand movements stayed up a bit and she did it against her mouth. For anyone who has had a blow job you know the feeling when you feel lips enveloping the glans. With Sanne this feeling was twice as strong. Had I not had ejaculations before I would have sprayed directly. Sanne tasted and licked me like a lollipop, and it was so fantastic to see her discover that it was nice to suck on a big cock. Ditte stroked her head and in the end she could not keep herself quiet, and asked if it was nice. Sanne just nodded in reply and continued to suck, Ditte continued to help her by telling how she should proceed.

Ditte leaned over and started stroking Sanne while my hands caressed Ditte's butt that stuck out at a wonderful angle. My finger slid into her slot and I took the opportunity to rub her ass a little. Apparently, it ignited her as my true beauty sighed and pressed her ass against my finger. I felt that her anus had to wait a little for more attention, since Ditte now also had her attention on my stiff cock and now she was lying so she closely she could watch Sanne sucking me. Sanne wriggled to where she got her ass toward me. I felt a strong desire to explore her pussy up close, so I grabbed her and showed her how to position herself in a 69. Sanne understood what was going on. She did a little show and stood over my head and lowered her pussy down. Is such a great feeling to see a pussy in that position and I became impatient to have her that way, so I grabbed her butt and steered her right. Even Sanne was excited and it made my lust even greater.

Sanne had such a pussy that I loved where the inner labia were small, the hood of her clit parted clearly in front and her clit standing stiff. Her juices tasted wonderful and they gave my horniness an extra boost. Sanne lay down to get back to sucking my dick but I also knew that I was too big for her mouth. It was wonderfully beautiful when both of them licked my cock, and I was close. As I licked Sanne I stuck a finger in her and she then touched me lightly on my hip. She pressed her pussy down against me as if to tell me she wanted more. Then suddenly she lifted herself off, and spun around one turn. She squatted over my cock and I realized it now it was going to happen. Ditte held my cock and guided it towards Sanne's pussy, until the glans arrived at her pussy lips; and when she knew it was in place she was comfortable and slid down to envelope half of my cock.

Her moans were loud and testified to how much she was enjoyed it. Ditte sat and watched my big cock going in and leaned forward and licked Sanna's clit and down against my cock. Sanna felt tight but not so tight as I had guessed she would, and she was not a virgin. She now began a ride that was so lovely, and each time my cock entered her a little further, she began wondering when it would bottom out. As her mother had, so also did Sanne have lovely moans, yet different from her mother's. Ditte realized that there was a vacant mouth and she settled her big tush on me so I could lick her. The whole sight made me so clearly even harder and hornier. My tongue swirled around her clit before I dove in as far as I could go deep into her hole.

I found I could roughly fuck her, which she apparently liked, and her pressure on me increased. I licked up against her anal bow and I tested the situation to see how sensitive she was there. My tongue played and licked there, and I took one finger and started pressing. My thumb rubbed her clit while one finger delved into her anus, and one pumped into her pussy; Ditte could not keep up. Her orgasm washed over her and her juices flowed. My whole face was soaked with pussy juice. Sanne was close too, and I grabbed her hips humping into her, knowing it was bigger and harder and rougher than any of her other guys, and it felt so wonderful as we came together. Ditte and Sanne held each other and I heard them rather than saw them kissing.

They slid down on either side of me and we lay and caressed and snuggled. It was not the best time to realize this, but I now began to contemplate that I had drained myself without protection into two gorgeous pussies; and so then began the anxiety of it all. I asked Ditte, whose answer was to simply smile. Then she let me know that she and Sanne were on the pill. The beauty of this announcement meant that I could relax, and I felt a little drowsy. Even Ditte was a little tired by now, so we decided to take a little nap. However, Sanne's hands were apparently not tired. It felt so nice to be dozing off with two lovely girls on each arm. The whole experience was an early event for me during a very happy period of my life, with lots of wonderful encounters to follow.