Early Saturday morning, the twins and Ayame left home for Tom’s house; they were going to ride to the nudist resort with his family. After they reached his house, they took their bags and went to the door; Barbara greeted them.
“So, ready for your first real nudist experience, kids?” she smiled at them. She looked at their bags. “Hmmm, those look kinda full... just what did you pack?”
They looked at their bags.
“Ah, stuff for a week... Toiletries and things, some undies, changes of clothes...” Cynthia began.
“Um,” Barbara interrupted. “You do know that this is a nudist place, right? Clothes? Hmmm?”
Cynthia gulped. “Well, we thought... um, eating out, going out of the resort...”
“Ah, Tom didn’t tell you. This place is totally self-contained. Got its own restaurant, snack bar, even a little shop that carries necessities. All kinds of sports and exercise facilities. For just a week, no one finds the need to go off site. So let’s go through your stuff and you can leave the unnecessary junk here.”
After they all quickly repacked, they loaded their bags into the Kelley’s SUV and locked up the house.
The four teens piled into the SUV for the ride to the resort and as they drove to the camp, Mitchell explained to his guests what to expect. After about forty minutes, the SUV slowed for a turn and the twins noticed a sign pointing to the right that read, “Palm Tree Acres.” The vehicle turned at the sign and traveled about a half mile and then stopped at a gate marked with the sign, “Palm Tree Acres Naturist Resort — Members Only.” As the SUV pulled up to the gate, Roger noticed Ayame’s hands; she was biting her knuckles and looked really nervous.
Roger whispered, “Easy, okay, angel? It’s fine, just relax.”
“Eehh, just being naked with you and Tom and other boys was embarrassed! But now, all new strangers?” she murmured. Then she sighed and smiled. “Ah, will be okay, I try.”
But Roger’s pulse had quickened too and he felt his breathing speeding up. Ayame grinned at him and took his hand.
“Ooooo. Roger nervous too. Not fooling me, darling,” she giggled.
“Caught me, sweetie. Actually, I don’t give a rip about the guys seeing me—hey, I’m used to gym and all that stuff by now. But it’s seeing the random girls and women, God, that’s different. I’m afraid I’ll have a hard-on the entire time!”
At the gate, Mitchell had pushed a card into a reader box on a nearby post and the gate slowly rolled aside. They drove in about 500 feet along a hedge-lined lane and came to a small building marked “Office”; Mitchell pulled into the little parking area next to it.
“Okay, Roger, Cindy, Ayame, you guys need to finish registering as guests now so bring your IDs,” he said.
They went into the office and completed their emailed pre-registration forms while Mitchell chatted with the man, who came out from behind the counter, naked except for sandals. He greeted the kids and told them to enjoy their stay and to contact him if they had any questions which Mitchell or Barbara couldn’t answer. Then he walked out with the group and welcomed Barbara and Tom, pointing to the lane that led to the cabins they had rented. Mitchell guided the SUV down the indicated drive.
They passed an area filled with trailers; a pool complex; a shower area where two young girls were showering in the open; a tennis court; a long low building; then a bathhouse where they could see showers, also in the open; then a RV and camper site area. The lane turned sharply and a large lake with a beach could be seen to the left and a large building that looked like a clubhouse to the right, and the lane ended at a cluster of smaller buildings. The SUV pulled up next to one of those.
“Well, guys, here we are. We’ve got the cabins on the left and right of the car,” Mitchell announced.
Cynthia glanced at Tom and grimaced slightly. “Well, here goes nothing...” she said nervously. “I hope this is worth it.”
Tom took her hand. “We’ll make it be worth it, doll. Relax and enjoy, okay?”
Ayame was looking around uncertainly as she climbed out of the car and they all fetched their bags from the back of the SUV. Mitchell pointed to the cabin on the right.
“That one is the bigger cabin; it’s got one large room and sleeping for four. It’s for you guys. Barbara and I are in the other one.”
Roger started for the cabin and then stopped. “Um, we don’t have keys...”
Tom, Mitchell, and Barbara chuckled.
Barbara grinned, “Think about it. What’s to steal? And if you did, how would you hide it?”
Everyone cracked up at that comment. The teens went to the cabin door and after they entered, they checked out the room. It had a tiny kitchenette, two queen beds, a table with four chairs, a love seat, and a pair of reclining chairs. Another door led to a little bathroom. It had a sink, a toilet, but no shower. They placed their bags on the beds and looked around. There were screened windows all around the cabin and all were open, but the room was still quite warm. There didn’t appear to be any air conditioning, but there was a large ceiling fan, so Tom pulled the cord that hung from the fan.
“Whew, guys, it’s kinda hot here, maybe circulating some air’ll cool it down. But there’s more than one way to keep cool, y’know,” he grinned as he pulled off his shirt and dropped his shorts, getting nude in a flash.
Ayame was staring at the beds. “Errr, we sleep together?”
Cynthia looked at Tom, who shrugged. “Well, I guess you boys’ll take one bed and we girls the other. Maybe we can discuss it later?” she said hesitantly.
Tom cleared his throat nervously. “Er, um, okay, then, maybe we should get ready to go to the pool? I thought I saw some kids that I know there. We can see what the activities are today.”
Cynthia looked at Roger and grimaced. “Well, bro, we’re here for the experience, right? This is just a challenge, like learning a new judo throw. Ya gotta just jump in and do it, do the steps, and then you’ve got the moves down. Hmmm?”
“It figures you’d have a sports way of saying that we need to get with the program, Cyn. Oops, forget that word. We left the Program behind, right?” Roger smiled at her.
“Iie, can never leave Program behind. I think Program happens here too. What Sam told about Ellen,” Ayame giggled and blushed. “He say Ellen likes to watch, too. Maybe if Cindy sends Ellen those videos, will cure her watching?”
The other three kids looked at Ayame in amusement.
“Hey, angel, are you implying...” Roger started.
“Hee hee. I just say that naked all the time makes all kinds of chances for practicing Program sex. If happens in high school, why not at camp?” she said as she put her hands on her hips and cocked her head, challenging anyone to disagree.
“Err, so, time’s a-wastin’,” Tom reminded everyone. “Who’s coming—oops, yeah, we can’t forget the sun screen, guys. Even if you wear suits.”
“Ah, I don’t wear suit, I think,” Ayame said carefully. “Will feel so out of place and make people stare, like Robin told. Not want people to stare,” she explained, shrugging as Roger looked at her in awe.
“Hell, darling, if you get nude, I gotta do it too. Good for you!” Roger exclaimed.
The three stared at each other for five seconds, waiting for someone to start; then clothing began to come off. Quickly the three of them got undressed and stood there naked, looking at each other appraisingly.
Tom had been rubbing sun screen on his body while the girls undressed, trying not to appear to stare; then Cynthia went to him and took the bottle.
“Let me do that. Then you do me, okay?” she murmured.
“Uh? Oh! Sure!” Tom exclaimed.
Soon Ayame was rubbing sun block on Roger, giggling as she gently coated his ass and between his thighs with the lotion and listened to him groan as his member twitched. Then Roger grabbed the bottle away and started smoothing the liquid on her body, making her squeal with laughter as he covered her curvaceous ass with feathery caresses, dipping his fingers into the crack between her cheeks.
“Don't get too carried away, kids,” Barbara laughed from the door as she peeked in. “Save the games for later...” she chuckled. “See you guys at the pool!”
Cynthia gasped, “Oh my God! What did your mother mean by that crack?”
Tom’s face flushed bright red. “Um, well, mmm, I don’t know...”
“I think you do, bub. Spill it!” Cynthia demanded.
“Can I whisper it...”
“Nope. Say it for all. Ayame wants to hear too.”
“I do? Hee hee. Will it damage my morals?” Ayame snickered.
“Um, well, last year there was this girl, she was a freshman, I met her when we arrived and the first day I was hanging with her and we took turns rubbing sun screen on each other all day long. I got a huge boner each time and she’d try to rub it to tease me. Dad saw that a few times and told us to cool it. But the girl was driving me wild. Later, at dark, we went to the beach and were... well... it was getting kinda hot between us and we got caught ... again... um, well. Mom and Dad were walking along the shore. Mom said we looked cute but needed to be careful, then she giggled and they walked away, but then other people came near and that killed the mood.” Tom admitted.
“So did you get to fuck her?” Cynthia prodded.
“Ah, no! And the girl’s family was on vacation from Texas and had to leave the following day. Otherwise, um, who knows if... ah... Well! It was a little fling for a day, yeah, like Ayame said... Stuff does happen, but it’s not only about nudism. I know there’re all kinds of temptations. But Cindy, I promise that those things don’t happen all the time.” Tom protested. “And I’m still a virgin...” he whispered to her.
“So your mom basically said we can mess around if we want, huh?” Cynthia challenged. “Well, we are over 18, right?”
“Ehh? Not me, yet,” Ayame squeaked. “But if no one knows...” and she leaned against Roger and looked up at him dreamily.
They all laughed and finished coating each other with the sun screen. They grabbed their towels, Ayame wrapped hers securely around her body, and hand in hand, they marched off into the world of social nudism.
They didn’t go directly to the pool area; Tom led them around past some of the important locations, like the bath/shower house, clubhouse—which had a nice restaurant inside—and sports area, which had tennis courts, ball fields, and equipment for all sorts of games.
He passed a number of people whom he knew and made introductions and the newcomers were overwhelmed by the enthusiastic welcomes they received. Roger had to keep reminding himself to keep his eyes above everyone’s necklines; he was astonished when he realized that this seemed to be harder to do with the men he met.
“Hey, Tom,” he whispered at one point, “why the hell do I keep wanting to look at guys’ packages? Hell, I’m not gay!”
“Nah,” Tom remarked. “No problem. It’s not that you’re scoping out guys more than gals, it’s that you’re more conscious of doing it is all, I think. Just relax and it won’t happen that much after a bit; you’ll see.”
During their walking tour, nudity—theirs and everyone else’s—started to become unremarkable. The novelty of seeing so much bare flesh was quickly gone and much of the twins’ modesty began to fade—they were getting used to the idea that nudity was the normal state and clothing was out of place. Still, Roger continued to deal with his desire to check out all the varieties of tits and asses and pubes he saw, and he still was annoyed by the temptation to stare at the men’s and boys’ cocks, balls, and asses too. But he was vastly amused when he noticed that Cynthia’s gazes revealed that she, too, was doing exactly the same thing, but in reverse; she was scoping out the men’s and boys’ attributes but giving the women and girls only quick glances.
They finally made their way to the pool area, which consisted of a splash pool, one with four 25-yard swimming lanes, a T-shaped pool for general swimming with a water slide on one end and a diving area in the other, and two heated whirlpool spas.
People were lying around on lounge chairs sunning themselves and some were sitting or standing in groups talking. A mixed group of naked kids was playing on the water slide in the larger swimming pool, there were some pre-teen kids in the pool splashing each other and howling in laughter, several older teens of both sexes hanging onto little air-filled floats chatting, and beyond the pool area they saw a small group playing volleyball.
They met Tom’s folks at poolside and were introduced to several more of the adults’ friends. Tom indicated the kids he thought he knew in the pool.
“Hey, I’m gonna say hi to those kids; I think I know them but haven’t seen them since last year. Come on in too and I’ll introduce you,” he called to the other three. Cynthia turned to go with him but Ayame took Roger’s hand. She still had her towel wrapped firmly around her.
“Um, going to take off towel. Anyone stares?” she whispered, looking down, afraid to look around.
“No, darling. No one’s looking; no one really cares about what you do—unless you start doing jumping jacks or handstands, that is.”
“Oh, you silly!” she exclaimed. “Um, here goes...”
She dropped the towel on her chair, scurried to the edge of the pool, and quickly slipped into the water. The two swam over to Tom who introduced them to his friends; they chatted for a while before organizing a water volleyball game. It turned out that Ayame was quite good at the game with really fast reflexes, a nice jump, and a wicked spike. Roger was amazed and totally delighted when several times she leapt out of the pool to chase down a wayward ball and returned to the water, her cute tits jiggling provocatively as she daintily ran back to the pool’s edge.
Grumbling stomachs soon got the group out of the pool and they all trooped off to the snack bar, nude, to get lunch. After lunch, Tom decided to take the others to the beach at the lake. On the walk there, Roger couldn’t help stealing furtive looks at Ayame’s beautiful nudity; it was a captivating sight for him, enthralling and seductive. It brought back memories of his oral sex with her and her stroking his cock, unwanted memories that popped into his head like vignettes—his mouth on her clit, his hands cupping her buttocks, her hand sliding over his dick, her fingers stroking his balls—he valiantly tried to banish these thoughts because they were making his prick engorge and he was determined not to be seen walking around the place trying to hide a rampant erection.
Roger noticed that Ayame was stealing furtive glances at his crotch and ass whenever she had the chance; when she noticed that he was aware of her attention, her eyes would flick up to meet his and her lips would curl in a knowing smile of approval. On several occasions she even winked at him and that made Roger wonder if her privates were moistening in arousal. That thought threatened to overwhelm Roger’s fragile control of his own arousal.
He had to change what he was thinking about! He began rehearsing in his mind the judo matches he had fought in back in January, going over the moves of his opponents and each of his countermoves and then thought of his attacks and how they had been parried. He began to feel the stiffening of his cock begin to recede. And in this way, by diverting his thoughts into mundane channels, Roger finally began to manage his ability to remain flaccid, despite the constant stimulation of being naked and of seeing Ayame, his sister, and other men and women of all ages, nude.
When they reached the beach, they noticed a beach volleyball game in progress; the players included a widely disparate group of ages, from a girl with long, blonde hair who Roger guessed to be about fourteen or so, to a white-haired, bearded guy whose skin was so tanned it was bronze colored and who had to be in his seventies or even older. After being cajoled by the players to join their game, the four agreed and played for a while and once again Ayame showed her prowess in the game and blushed profusely at the many compliments she was given. They took a dip in the lake after playing for a while and then rested, lying on their towels in the sun.
The teens finally made their way back to the pool area as the sun was beginning to dip below the tree line. The Kerreys, Tom’s parents, were there and were talking to another couple; they greeted the kids and asked how their day had been. The kids told them about all of their activities and then Barbara told them to shower and meet them back at the cabin to get ready for dinner.
As Roger was helping Ayame in the shower—there was no overtly erotic play since the showers were totally in the open—his thoughts returned to the day’s events. Walking around the resort had really been an eye-opening experience; he judged that there was probably a hundred eighty people or more at the resort, most of whom were the Kerreys’ age or older. As far as younger people, there appeared to be more children than teens, he had counted about fourteen teens and seen perhaps about thirty youngsters.
The four of them went to dinner with the Kerreys at the resort’s restaurant and the twins and Ayame mentioned how weird it felt to be sitting naked in a restaurant and being served by a naked waitress.
Mitchell laughed. “Hell, you kids seem to be taking this so normally! I was so freaked out my first time at the resort... and my first time eating in here was surreal, I mean, a normal restaurant but everyone naked? But eventually I got used to it all.”
They all enjoyed their dinner choices and then stopped in the community room where a bingo game was being organized. The adults decided to participate and Tom took the others to an adjoining room which contained a number of video games. Some of the teens from the pool earlier were playing so they joined them. Soon the conversation turned to school. Two of the girls went to high school in Long Beach and a girl and boy went to one in Pomona. The Program had just come to the school in Pomona and Long Beach had it for the past year and a half.
Cynthia asked if anyone had been picked for the Program in their school. One of the Long Beach girls, Jenny, said she had been.
“What happened, Jenny? How was it?” Cynthia asked. “It just came to our school and we’ve been trying to find out what happens at other schools.”
“Oh, it was really bad—I don’t wanna discuss it.”
“Really? Oh, too bad—I mean too bad it was a bad experience. I don’t want to make things worse for you by gloating or anything, but Roger and I were selected in our first group and we refused to take part,” Cynthia continued.
“How the hell did you do that?” A bunch of similar questions came from a number of kids.
They crowded around Cynthia to listen. So she gave a quick synopsis of their being selected, how they resisted and how the movement they started was picked up by others until the school couldn’t get even a single student to participate by the third week.
“Lots of seniors were able to get out of the Program because they were over 18 and none of the kids from our Marine families were willing to participate. Now there’s a few kids a week who’re doing it voluntarily; the school’s giving extra credit in gym and health class for them.”
“How does that work?” someone asked.
“If you do a week’s Program, you don’t have to take gym for one term and you get an ‘A’ for gym for the term. Or you can pick to get a one-grade-letter boost on each exam in all health classes for your entire school time. Obviously this was designed to get a lot of freshmen and sophomores to decide to participate early on in their high school years. But our school effectively has no Reasonable Requests or Relief,” she explained. “The principal agreed to let each Program kid decide if he or she would agree to do something—you know, if a girl asks a guy to spread his ass cheeks—the guy can refuse, or people can refuse all kinds of touching too. So no one even bothers asking anymore. And no one gets to class aroused, so there’s no need for Relief either, so they eliminated that.”
“Wow,” came the sigh from everyone.
“Yeah, but can the teachers use the kids for classroom sex demos still?” another teen wanted to know.
“Sure, but most obnoxious kinds of classroom demos aren’t done; there are only certain demos that are permitted now and they’re really tame compared to what we’ve heard from a few kids we’ve found who told us about their schools,” Cynthia answered.
Then she noticed that Jenny’s eyes were tearing up.
“Oh, my God, Jenny—did I say something? I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you,” Cynthia exclaimed and hugged her.
She sniffled. “Obnoxious classroom demo, yeah, right,” she said bitterly.
“Shit, did they make you do something?” the Pomona girl, Marcy, exclaimed.
“Yeah. Maybe it’s okay to tell you guys. I still get bad dreams. Um, well...”
Jenny took a deep breath and shuddered. Then her face took on a look of determination and she began.
“I got picked last May, in the last full week of the school year, and I was a sophomore. Since I’ve been a nudist all my life, I figured I could handle that part. My boyfriend told me he’d keep me safe from those Requests and that worked too—I wasn’t bothered by them a whole lot. Since it was the end of the term, most of the class demo topics were old hat and the teachers had stopped repeating them; after a while it seemed like they were only doing them to humiliate each crop of new Program kids.
“When our health class teacher went on maternity leave at the beginning of May they brought in subs; the first one was only there a week, then another one for the next two weeks. That one was a pervert, someone said she was a bull dyke. She was nasty and domineering. Then came my Program week and I was the first Program student she had gotten in her class and she went hog-wild.
“She came into the classroom one day with a sports bag and began pulling these things out. She called me up and asked me to take the things she handed me and to put them on the table in front of the room. She held up each item and told us the names. Let’s see, I think I remember these because they got used on me... um, dildos, butt plugs, nipple clamps...”
“Holy shit,” rang out.
“...ah, handcuffs, whips, collars, harnesses, ball gags, um, can’t think of the others now.”
“You mean she really used them on you?” Marcy exclaimed. “You know Ellen? She’s Sam’s friend? She told me that something like that happened in her old school.”
“Yeah, she used them on me; I know Ellen but not her story. The teacher told the class that she was gonna use this part of the health class to teach about what some people found to be sexually stimulating. She told the class that sadism, masochism—you know, S&M, and bondage, and domination all can contribute to sexual arousal and she would teach us about those topics and demonstrate the use of those things. I couldn’t believe it and cried that I wasn’t doing that stuff with those things and turned to run out. She grabbed my arm, pushed me into a chair, and handcuffed my wrist to the chair!
“Then she took the harness and collar and put them on me and took a leash and tied it to a table leg and snapped the other end on the collar. Next she put a strap on my wrist and hooked it to a loop on one side of the harness, then took off the handcuff and strapped up my other wrist. I couldn’t move my arms at all. She was explaining each thing as she did it and why they were used, like the collar and harness and straps were for domination play and I needed to be taught a lesson in discipline. Next she took the nipple clamps and screwed them onto my nipples explaining that this was a S&M toy. God, did that hurt. I shrieked and yelled for her to take them off, so she put that ball gag in my mouth.
“I think I fainted then because the next thing I remember is lying on my back on the table and she was trying to push a dildo into my vagina. I was a virgin and it hurt terribly; I kicked at her hard and the dildo went flying. She got really angry then and said I needed to be disciplined even more and that was what the whips were for. I was in real pain in my crotch—and my ass felt so strange—so I couldn’t resist when she turned me over on the table and held my legs down. My arms were still hooked to the harness.
“Then she began lashing my rear with a whip! It stung something awful but I couldn’t cry—I could hardly breathe—with that thing in my mouth. When I clenched my ass from the pain, I felt this weird pressure there and realized she must have put that butt plug in there. I think I was about to pass out again when another teacher came into the room and stopped her. Then a few more teachers came and they untied me; when the clamps came off it hurt way, way more than when she put them on. Then they took me to the nurse. I found out later that a kid had slipped out of the room and gone for help.
“My God, how awful was that!” Marcy exclaimed and everyone agreed, shaken out of their shock when she spoke. “Crap, that was way worse than what Ellen said happened in her school. What did they do then? Did she get in trouble?”
“I had to be back in school the next day, or else I’d have to repeat the week in the fall, and found out then that she was gone. A kid told me that the principal came and took her to his office. My folks sued the school and they also tried to get her charged with attempted rape, sexual assault, assault, I don’t know, lots of things, but legal stuff takes forever and we don’t know when we’ll hear about that. We’re still waiting for her criminal trial.”
“Jenny, I’m sorry I made you relive that awful experience,” Cynthia apologized. “Did you try to let people know what happened to you—what was happening with that kind of Program abuse?”
“My parents called some newspapers and TV stations. A few sent reporters, but then we heard that their lawyers wouldn’t let them carry any story about what happened. They said it was a minor’s privacy issue and they could get in big trouble if they did a story. So my folks tried to set up a blog and wrote the story on that, but in two days we got a message that the blog violated some kind of web terms or something; when we looked, the blog was gone.”
The mood among the group was really changed now. Everyone began giving her all kinds of expressions of care and encouragement and wishes for her continued recovery. She mentioned that her therapist had told her that her talking about her experience would help in her recovery and she thanked the group for their concern and support. Soon Jenny and her friend excused themselves, saying that they were tired, and left for their trailers.
Marcy’s friend Jonas suggested that the remaining teens go for a soak in a hot tub, but the clubhouse hot tubs were all filled to capacity, so they went off to the pool area to the spas there. They found them unoccupied, so the kids jumped in. They began talking about Jenny’s terrible experience and complained about how the worst part of the Program frequently seemed to involve the adults in charge. The talk drifted to other topics then and soon the couples had paired off and were embracing and kissing each other; wandering hands began to stroke receptive bodies. Some of the kids began gasping and moaning when suddenly a group of adults arrived at the gate.
“Shit,” Jonas muttered.
“Double shit,” agreed Marcy.
“Hi, kids,” an adult called as they walked up, “room to join you?”
“Yeah, we’re just gettin’ ready to leave,” Jonas answered. “Y’know what’s the time?”
“Um, about half past ten, I think.”
“Thanks,” he answered as they trooped out the gate. “Say,” he said to the others as they walked away, “there’s this little gazebo near our trailer off one of the trails. It’s pretty secluded. Wanna go there now?”
The others agreed to go and when they arrived, it was empty, so the kids sat on the benches and began talking, making tentative plans to meet for the following day.
Roger observed that he felt weird not having his cell phone with him all the time because he had no place to carry it and the others laughed, saying that he’d probably get used to it but some of the adults could be seen carrying their phones around using belts or pouches around their necks. Eventually everyone decided that the night was over and the group broke up.
When they returned to their cabin for the night, Ayame looked at Cynthia, who winked back.
“Okay, is now a decision time for beds to use,” Ayame smirked. “Girls, we decide to sleep together. Boys, sleep in other bed.”
Tom and Roger first glanced at each other and then averted their gaze.
Roger said, “Er, I think I’ll sleep on a recliner...”
“Oh, please!” Cynthia burst out laughing. “Tom, would you object to sharing a bed with me? Without anything sexual implied, that is?”
“Oh my God, Cindy, you need to ask?” he retorted.
“So is settled, Tom and Cindy in one bed, me in other, and Roger in recliner; okay, done.” Ayame quipped, stifling a grin.
“Um... is changing minds allowed?” Roger ventured.
“Sure. Change always okay!” Ayame snickered.
“Well, then I’d be okay sharing a bed with Tom...” he started, and the other three stared at him, open mouthed.
When they saw his wide grin, three pillows simultaneously flew at him from all sides and everyone laughed.
Roger took Ayame in his arms. “I’d be delighted to share a bed with you, angel.”
“Awwww...” Tom and Cynthia chorused.
“Now not sure is okay. Recliner still available,” Ayame mock-pouted.
Roger grabbed Ayame by the hips as he sat down, drew her face-down over his lap, and spanked her little round ass twice.
“Eeeep! Stop!” she squealed.
“That was for being cheeky, darling. You set us boys up for that whole ‘who sleeps where’ thing, right? I’ll bet you and Cindy had already decided the sleeping arrangements,” Roger challenged.
“Oooo. He too smart. But maybe I need more spanks because I did bad thing,” Ayame giggled.
Roger gave her ass an additional whack, sat her on his leg, and then wrapped her in an embrace.
“I love you, my darling,” he whispered into her ear.
“Mmmmm, I do too,” she murmured.
The room was still fairly warm so they took the blankets off the beds, deciding to only use top sheets. Then the four trooped over to the nearby bath house for showers and their evening ablutions and returned for the night.
Roger climbed into the bed with Ayame. He snuggled close to her and whispered in her ear, “This is so nice... I’ll miss this when the week’s over, darling.”
She sighed and he leaned over her and kissed her lips. Ayame turned her body to Roger and they embraced and began passionately kissing. She opened her mouth and they ran their tongues together.
Roger moved his head down under the sheet and suckled on her right nipple and felt her hand reach for his cock. Then Ayame pushed the sheet off their bodies as Roger slid his fingers to her slit and started rubbing her clit while she moaned loudly. He slid his finger down further and pressed it into her tight, hot hole and with the base of his thumb, rubbed her little button. He felt her hips moving back and forth urgently and her vulva getting even wetter and it seemed the whole area was becoming hotter too. Continuing to suck and nibble on her tit, Roger kept his thumb gently stroking around her clit; then he pressed down on the skin right above it and jiggled it hard.
Ayame’s body went rigid; she gasped as the air rushed out of her lungs in a long moan as her right hand clutched his cock. While she was panting, trying to regain her breath after her orgasm, Roger kept fingering her twat with his forefinger and continued to enjoy the feeling of her engorged nipple in his mouth as he sucked and lapped it tenderly with his tongue.
“Was that good?” he whispered in her ear.
With a tiny sigh, Ayame breathed, “Oooo, so nice.”
Then they became aware of sounds coming from the other bed. In the dim light of the moon which was pouring into the cabin through all of the open windows, they could make out the shapes of Cynthia and Tom on the nearby bed. Tom was on his back and Cynthia had moved to crouch between his legs.
They watched as she took Tom’s prick into her mouth, tightening her lips over its head, and they could see her head slide down until his prick must have hit the back of her throat because they heard her cough at her gag reflex. She backed off quickly.
“Khagkh!” she choked. “No deep-throating yet, stud,” she whispered to him.
Now knowing just how far she dared take his organ, she began to bob her head up and down.
“Gaahhh...” Tom grunted. “Mmmm, love your tongue on my cockhead like that!”
Tom had been highly aroused all day, seeing the lovely Cynthia naked, not to mention the luscious Ayame. A thought flashed into his mind, a visual image of him fucking Cynthia, and his erection gave a huge lurch and swelled even more. Cynthia felt it as her head moved and hummed an approving sound; the vibrations in her mouth drove any imagery from Tom’s mind and he abandoned himself to the sensations that Cynthia was producing with her mouth and tongue.
“Ahhhh... aaaawful cloooo...se,” he managed to gasp, his voice cracking.
Cynthia glanced up at him and felt his prick twitch again. She took her hand, wrapped it around his shaft and pumped it as her head bobbed urgently, then she pulled her head back, opened her mouth, and swabbed the bottom of his cockhead, its most sensitive point, all over her tongue and he lurched and came.
“Uuuugghhh!” he gasped as a hot jet of semen hit the back of her throat, and then another.
Coughing, she pulled her head away and his next spurt hit her on the chin, followed by another. His orgasm was slowing now and his cum began oozing out over her hand. Carefully, she used her tongue to collect the semen in her mouth, testing its taste. It was actually bland, she decided, not unpleasant, so she swallowed it and licked off the semen from her hand.
“Told you I’d take it in the mouth next time, sweetie,” she whispered lovingly.
Tom watched in amazement as she licked her fingers clean again and pulled her down to a passionate kiss and embrace, murmuring softly to each other.
Meanwhile, in the other bed, Roger and Ayame heard Tom’s whisper, “Ooohh, geez, is that what it tastes like? Oh, fuck, I adore you, my angel!”
Roger had been nuzzling Ayame’s right nipple; at Tom’s words, he nibbled it and flicked it with the tip of his tongue. She giggled and pushed Roger’s head away from her breast and pressed him onto his back; she reared up over his groin and engulfed the head of his cock in her own mouth.
“Oh my God, darling,” Roger gasped. “Oh, it’s good... uuunnhhh...”
Ayame giggled again and swabbed her tongue over his crown and then slurped it into her mouth, licking it energetically. Roger heaved a great sigh as he luxuriated in the feeling of her mouth as her tongue swirled around the head of his dick. He jumped as her tongue flicked over the bottom of the glans. Then she pulled herself up and slid between his spread thighs and again took Roger’s prick into her mouth, running her tongue down its underside, sucking on it slightly.
Roger grunted at the stimulation as Ayame began teasing his shaft and its head by giving it tiny, quick licks. She was fascinated by the contrasting texture on her tongue of the cock’s head and the skin on the shaft, and alternated sucking, licking and rubbing her lips over his engorged mushroom head. Roger encouraged her to continue her oral ministrations by running his fingers through her hair and holding her face against his groin. Then she decided she was ready to take him all the way in, at least as far as she could handle.
Ayame plunged her head down his shaft and got it about two-thirds in when she choked; she pulled up and tried again, coughing again when his cock hit the back of her throat.
“I try deeper another time,” she whispered apologetically, and took him partway into her mouth again, licking her way around its inflamed head.
She backed off, took a breath, then slid her lips tightly around the coronal rim and rubbed her lips back and forth over the rim a number of times while sucking and licking. Roger’s hips lurched and he groaned in appreciation. Her mouth slipped as far down his shaft as she could take it and her tongue caressed his cock’s soft, satiny flesh as she bobbed up and down on his thick member. Roger was now making guttural groans between his gasps and pants for breath.
Up and down she sucked him. She could feel his hips twisting and writhing in ecstasy as he held onto her head while his back was arching on the bed, his face frozen in a rictus of pleasure. Roger’s moaning and bucking were becoming louder and more frenzied and the thrusting of his hips was growing more intense. She sensed he was going to cum very soon so she returned to fucking the rim of his cockhead with the tight circle of her lips and lashing its sensitive underside with the tip of her tongue.
“Uuugghhh... gonna... uuuhhh... blow....” Roger groaned as he tried to fuck into her mouth.
Ayame felt the underside of his shaft swell and suddenly realized Roger was beginning to cum.
“Gaaahhh,” he erupted and unleashed a huge blast of cum as Ayame frantically tried to move her mouth off his fountaining member. Part of his cum shot into her mouth and the rest hit her on the lips, nose, and cheek. Another bolt sprayed across her forehead and over her closed eyelids. Roger gasped as a third, fourth, and fifth glob spurted, a little more weakly, onto her chin and neck.
She shivered as she tentatively tested the taste of the cum in her mouth and decided that its texture was odd and the flavor was musky and a tiny bit salty. That was when she decided that eating cum had to be an acquired taste.
Roger was still panting and gasping from his intense orgasm and reached for her.
“Um, need to wipe...” she whispered. “All over face, ugh.”
Ayame slipped out of bed, ran to the bathroom and washed her face and neck, then returned to bed with a damp cloth and cleaned Roger up too.
Roger enfolded her in his arms. “Oh, God, that was the best ever, darling, thank you for a wonderful treat. I never knew a blow-job could be so intense. I love you so much...”
“Ahh, maybe next time I try swallow it all, cleanup easier,” she giggled.
The next minute they were both asleep.
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