Teaching My Sister, the Hands-On Way

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I've been reading this site now for a long time, often with my pants down and my hand around my erection while doing so. I never really thought about sending in a story until what I'm about to share happened. I remember when I wasseventeen years old, and I have a little sister, let's call her Kerri, who just turned fourteen. She and I have always been good friends, and I've purposely taken on a big-brother protector like role in her life, which she seems to like. A couple times I have heard her friends comment, when they thought I couldn't hear, how they wished they had such an awesome big brother. This always made me smile.

Lately it has not escaped my attention that she and her friends are starting to develop. Some of them still little girls, but others, like my sister, are well along in the development process and despite their age have bodies of girls three or four years older. This has presented a bit of a problem for me, in that some of them are seriously hot! For the record, I have a steady girl friend who we'll call Theresa, and she and I keep each other plenty happy if you know what I mean. We lost our virginity together a long time ago, and we have even talked about getting married after high school, or at least being room mates while we both go to the local state university. Anyway, just because I have a serious girl friend does not stop me from noticing beautiful females around me, and my sister and her friends are often around. Despite trying to stop myself, I often find myself staring at their breasts or their butts and trying to picture them naked. I have even masturbated to the idea of a orgy with some of them, and in my day dreams Kerri is there and naked and is fooling around with my best friend, who I know for a fact can't keep his eyes off her.

Anyway, I digress. A couple days ago I was sitting at the kitchen table doing home work. It was late and I had worked an evening dinner shift at my part time fast food job. My mom was watching the Democratic National Convention on TV, and my dad was snoring on the couch. My sister came and plopped down across the table and opened her pre-Algebra book and started to do homework. Even though I was not really paying too much attention to her, I could tell she was fidgeting more then working. After a while my mom turned the TV off, woke up my dad, and the two of them headed up stairs to bed. She reminded us that it was late and told us to finish up quickly and get to bed because it was a school night.

Almost as soon as they were out of sight Kerri started acting weird. She would look at me as if she wanted to talk, but when I would look at her she would turn away and pretend to be doing math homework. A few times she even opened her mouth as if to speak, but no works came out. After a while of this I was getting torqued because I had a lot of homework left to do and she was slowing me down. So I said, trying to not sound as irked as I was, 'Is something on your mind?' She gave me a blank stare back, and her mouth flapped as if speaking, but still, no words. I could not decide if I was either seriously ticked off by this behavior, or if I found it really darn funny, and because I generally try to not make people feel bad, especially my sister, I laughed out loud to keep myself from yelling at her to go away and leave me alone.

'WHAT?!?' I said.

'Can we talk?' she said in course whisper, and the tension in her voice told me this was not going to be a short conversation. I put down my pencil and closed my book.

'I am at your service' I said. 'What would you like to talk about?' At this, she looked at the floor, shuffled her feet, and turned a light shade of red. 'Aahhhh!' I said, taking a guess. 'Who is he?'

'No! No! It's not like that' she retorted quickly.

'Then what? Should I be asking who is SHE?'

'NO!' she almost screamed, but the giant smile I had on my face told her I was yanking her chain.

'Ok, ok' I said, calming her down. 'Seriously, what ever it is, you don't need to be embarrassed. If you want, I will never tell a living soul that we had this conversation. Cross my heart, hope to die, poke a what-ever-you-want in my eye.'

'Nobody' she said seriously.

'Nobody' I said back, equally as serious.

'Not even Theresa?'

'Not even Theresa.'

'Ok she said, looking a little more confident. Then she took a big, deep breath, and in one fast stream of words she said 'whatisanorgasm?'

'Oh, good grief' I said quickly. 'That's all you wanted to know? Why didn't you just say so?' This response seemed to put her at ease. I'm not sure what she expected me to do or say, but the way she was acting, I am pretty sure she was afraid I would respond like my parents would have to such a question. They most likely would have dragged her to the bathroom, shoved a bar of soap in her mouth, and told her what a nasty girl she was for having these kinds of thoughts.

'An orgasm is typically what happens at the end of sex.' I said, trying to sound smart and clinical, and as soon I said it, I knew it was the wrong thing to say.

'I KNOW that!' she said rolling her eyes. 'I want to know what it IS, not when it HAPPENS.'

'Oh, okay. Well, it's different for boys then for girls.' I was amused as she leaned forward in her chair. Clearly, the knowledge I was about to impart was valuable, and she had been anxious to have it for a long time. 'For guys, it's when he squirts cum out of the end of his erect penis. For girls, it's, well, it's just when their pussy reaches maximum excitement and goes into little miniature spasms.' She looked a little concerned at my use of the word 'spasms' so I quickly added, 'But for both guys and girls, it feels positively wonderful! There is nothing else in the universe that feels as powerful and sweet and as sexual as a serious, rocking, body shaking orgasm.'

'So....' she said, 'ok, but... what I don't understand is, do you HAVE to have sex to have an orgasm?'

'Nope. Not at all.' I knew why she was asking this. She had made it clear in previous conversations that sex was something for which she could wait, even until the night of her honeymoon if need be. I'd told her that I respect that decision, and if she wanted, I would break the knee caps of any guy who tried to pressure her into giving up her virginity any sooner. This, of course, had made her laugh. I was pretty sure she was asking this because she wanted to experience an orgasm without having sex, and wanted to know if you had to have sex to have an orgasm. And when I said, 'Nope, not at all' she sat up straight and her eyes got big.

'But, if an orgasm is what happens at the end of sex, then how do you have an orgasm without having sex?'

'Easy. You just trick your body into *thinking* it's having sex.'

'How?' She was now on pins and needles, as if she was near the treasure after a long hunt.

'Well' I began, and I stared to feel a familiar swell in my pants when it occurred to me that I was about to describe to my little sister how to masturbate. 'Guys do it by just rubbing their boner inside their hand, tricking their penis into thinking it's inside a vagina. A little rubbing and a lot of imagination go along ways.'

'That's it?'

'And then..... ?'

'And then, after a little rubbing, sometimes it goes fast, sometimes it takes longer depending on how horny you are, you start to feel a warm, sweet sensation inside your balls which spreads upwards really fast, and then you start to shoot spirals of cum in spurts, each spurt feels volcanic and powerful and makes your muscles contract and sends shivers and tingles from your head to your feet. It's seriously awesome.' She was listening with total captivation, eyes riveted and attention hanging on every word.

'What about girls? How so they do it?'

'Well, just like for guys, it's all about tricking your pussy into thinking it's having sex. When Theres....' I stopped, wondering if I was about to violate a confidence, but then I decided that Theresa would not mind me telling this to Kerri, so I kept going. 'When Theresa does it, she slides a finger way up insider herself and rubs really fast.' At this, Kerri's eyes got HUGE and she she slapped her hand over her mouth and did a muffled scream. 'What?' I said. 'Are you telling me that it never occurred to you to put your own finger inside yourself?'

'I can HONESTLY say that the idea NEVER occurred to me!' she said, still in shock. 'Have you SEEN Theresa do this?'

'She does it in FRONT of you?'

'Well, not often, but yes, she has.'

'Do you do it in front of her?'

'I have, yes.'

'Have you ever done it with anybody else watching?'

'Ummm.... none of your business. I plead the fifth. But, I wasn't done with how girls do it.' I wanted to get off the subject of who had watched me masturbate.

'Ok. What else would I... I mean, what else do girls do?'

'Well' I said, opting to not ignore her slip up, 'When you try it, don't just rub the inside of your vagina. Rub your clit too.'

'Oohhh' she said, unabashed that I was now giving her direct instructions. 'I think I know where that is. It's like right above my opening inside the folds, right? It feels good when I rub there.'

'That's the spot' I said, now smiling and horny as hell. The idea of my little sister feeling herself up and wondering why that one spot felt so good was a powerful turn on. 'The dual combo of a one hand working a finger inside, and the other hand working your clit outside, keep that up for a while, and the results will blow your mind.

Not to mention that girls can have just about as many orgasms as they want. Theresa told me that when she first figured this out, she would lay in bed at night and giver herself six or seven or eight orgasms in a row, and then only stop because she was raw and tired.'

Kerri was still listening, but I could tell that in her mind she was already there, doing it to herself, and imaging her very first orgasm. The mental image of her gasping and bucking her hips was almost too much, and my boner was now stiff and bent at an awkward angle inside my jeans. Almost without thinking about it, I shifted how I was sitting, reached down and adjusted the twins and my boner to try and make them more comfortable. The act did not go unnoticed. Kerri looked at me dead in the eyes and then said with a sly smile, 'Is this conversation making you horny?'

'I confess' I said, standing up so the bulge in my pants was clearly visible. 'Yes. This conversation has made me horny. I think I am going to have to go and... well.. you know... 'trick' him so he can get some relief!' I had every intention of going to my room to carry out the deed in private, but before I could take a step, the look in Kerri's eyes caught my attention. I dismissed a fleeting thought at first, and made a motion to head up to my bedroom. But, Kerri shifted to. The subtle motion and the look of ever-so-slight pleading on her face made me stop.

I knew what time it was. It was decision time. We were both thinking it. We were both wanting it. I could leave now, and in the future we might laugh at what had almost happened. Or I could stay, in which case I knew I would masturbate in front of my little sister while she watched with rapt attention, eager to witness and to learn. I looked at her. She looked at me.

The decision was done.

'Not here' I whispered. 'It's not comfortable. I'll do it on the couch.' She followed me to the living room where my parents had been watching TV a few minutes before. On the way, I began to undo my belt and unbuttoned my jeans. By the time I got to the couch, I was shoving down my jeans and boxers far enough that Kerri could see my naked rump, and when I turned around, she had a full view of my very erect boner. She stopped, mouth wide open, staring in awe.

'Is this the first boner you've ever seen?' I asked. She nodded.

'That thing would fit inside me?' she whispered, not taking her eyes off it.

'Well, this one won't be going there, but, yes, that's the general idea.'

'Are they all that... big?'

I laughed. 'Why thank you! And, yes and no. Some are bigger, some are smaller.'

'Phhheewwww' she whistled softly. All the fuss she was dishing out over my boner made me feel pretty good, and pretty horny... er. I shook my pants and boxers all the way off and sat down on the couch. I then peeled off my shirt, intending to use it for cleanup. Then I started to rub. As I was rubbing I noticed that my eyes were drifting towards her body, and this, of course, she noticed. At first she shifted a little and I could tell I'd just made her uncomfortable, and who can blame her? She'd just had her older brother undress her with his eyes while masturbating in front of her! But, what she did next blew my mind.

'It's only fair' she whispered. And then, to my amazement, she started to peel her shirt off over her head! I stopped rubbing at once because I knew I would blow my load watching her undress, and I wanted to wait to blow until she was naked. Or at least, as naked as she was going to get, I wasn't sure how far she intended to go. Once her shirt was off, she reached behind her and unsnapped her bra and let it fall to the floor. No longer ashamed to stare, I beheld the beauty of her still developing breasts. Her nipples were puffy and a tender shade of soft pink, and her breasts were larger then I had imagined they would be. She stood still, allowing me to get my fill before she began to slip her hands inside her shorts. In a moment they were on the floor and she stood before me wearing only white lacy panties through which I could see a tuft of dark hair on her mound. With no apparent embarrassment or hesitation, she slipped her hands in her panties and let them slide down her long legs, and I then sat and stared at her full nakedness while she, in a stunning display of confidence, struck several poses for me. In each pose she would highlight sexy parts of her body. First, she pushed up her tits and puckered her lips at me, then she thrust her hips forward and pointed at her pussy as if to say 'Ta Da!'. Then she turned around and showed me her lovely little ass, swang her hips to the side, and stood with a sassy swank in her legs, and gave her ass cheek a solid smack. Then she turned back around and said, 'Seen enough?'

I nodded. No words would have come out if I had tried to speak.

'Good. Then keep at it' she said, nodding to my boner.

Well, needless to say, it didn't take long. In a matter of seconds I felt the all too familiar warm swell from deep within, and as soon as it started the hot fire rocketed up my shaft and spurt forward in all it's glory. It was without question one of the most powerful I'd ever had. My eyes were closed and I lurched forward involuntarily and I felt my face get splattered again and again, then my chest, and then my stomach. As it subsided and the volcanic eruptions became dribbles, I opened my eyes to see my naked sister staring at this display in total awe and bewilderment.

'Holy shit!' she said softly. Kerri never swore. 'Holy F*ing Shit.!' And then we both started to laugh, we kept laughing until we had tears in our eyes, and when I could finally talk again I said, 'THAT is an orgasm.'

I grabbed my shirt and started to mop up while she still stood buck nude in front of me, and I kept staring at her body. I was amazed that she was so casual and well-at-ease with being naked in front of me, as if it was no big deal, and the familiarity and comfort with which she let me blatantly stare at her kept me rock-freaking-hard, and I knew I had at least one more good orgasm in me before the fun was over, but first...

'I think it's your turn' I said.

'I think you are right!' she said with eager anticipation.

We swapped places, and I watched in renewed awe as she flopped herself down on the couch, butt hanging off the cushion, and spread her legs wide. Clearly, it occurred to me, she was enjoying the depths to which I was staring her up and feasting my eyes on her nudity, and I cold feel her watching me as I looked up her pussy that was now spread so wide I could see inside it.

'Well' she said with great drama, 'there's a first time for everything. ' This' she said, looking at her index finger which was pointing straight up, 'could be the beginning of a beautiful relationship.' And with that, she swung her hand downward and in a wide sweeping arch, her finger swang towards her pussy. Stopping just outside, she sucked in a deep breath, and then closing her eyes tight, she let her finger slide just barely insider her outer pussy folds, and keeping her eyes clenched shut, she bravely pushed it in a little further, then a little further, until gradually her finger was lost to sight up to the middle knuckle. She began to move it around, back and forth, up and down, and then, while I watched and giggled, she opened her eyes and stared at me in amazement.

'It's really warm, and wet, and smooth in there. No wonder guys wana get their wankers in all of this! She looked like a kid on Christmas morning as she explored and felt around, every now and then saying 'wo!' or 'oo!' or 'ahh!'.

'Don't forget your clit' I said.

'Right. Thanks.' With her other hand she began to feel and rub towards the top of her labia folds, right where I knew her clit would be. And then pretty soon she started to match the movements of both hands, rubbing and sliding in and out at the same time. She closed her eyes and let her head lean back a little as she got into the motion, and I watched with great delight as her breasts bounced as she rubbed. She kept at it for a while, every now and then shifting positions or changing motions a little, and while she played with herself I play with my boner, rubbing it gently and teasing it, letting it get close to orgasm again and then stopping. She kept at it, and I could tell that despite her efforts, she was no closer to an orgasm then when she started.

'Don't get impatient' I whispered. 'Sometimes they take a while.'

'She's being stubborn!' she whined. 'And my arms are getting tired.'

'Want me to take over?' The words came out before I knew what I was saying. I had been in the exact same situation a couple times with Theresa, and when she got tired I just scooted closer to her, and my hands took over on her pussy where her hands had stopped. It seemed only natural to offer the same thing to Kerri, and it was not until after I'd said the words that my brain remembered that this was my sister not my girl friend. Up to now, everything had been so casual, so fun, and so uninhibited that I must not have been afraid to make this offer.

Kerri didn't open her eyes. She just kept trying to rub herself, but she did say, 'All I want it an orgasm! Is that so much to ask?'

What the hell, I thought. I knelt down in between her legs and gently lifted her arms up and put them down to her side. I slid a finger inside her dripping pussy up to my first joint, not wanting to go to far and hurt her, and then with the other I began to tease and rub around her clit. She relaxed at once, and her chest and breasts rose high and then sank deeply as she took a strong, deep cleansing breath. I began to stroke the inside of her while rubbing over her clit at the same time, and pretty soon I'd found a rhythm. After a minute or two she was was softly bouncing her hips to my rhythm, and not long after that I began to recognize the signs of pre-orgasm. She clenched her fists, her face scrunched up, and her breathing came in short gasps. I knew her first orgasm was not far away.

Then it happened. Her breathing stopped all together, her hips rose up in the air, and I could feel the muscles in her pussy tighten around my finger. My boner nearly burst with delight, and I thought I was going to have a totally hands free orgasm but all it did was buck and convulse a few times, and stayed dry. My sister's orgasm didn't last long, and I knew from doing this with Theresa that her second orgasm was only a few seconds away and would be more powerful then the first. I kept rubbing and sliding my finger in and out, and without questioning what I was doing my sister kept matching my rhythm with her own hip gyrations. Sure enough, the second orgasm burst on her almost as soon as the first was finished, and this time a high pitched, piercing moan escaped her lips, she arched her hips way, way up into the air and her pussy mound was so high I could have easily kissed it, or licked it. For what seemed like a really satisfyingly long time, she stayed that way, and then slowly she began to breath again and her hips relaxed. I tried to keep rubbing, but she grabbed both my hands and shoved them away.

'Enough!' she gasped. 'Wo! Wo! Enough!'

I let her relax, watching as the sweat on her breast glisten and rubbing her hands up and down her legs and inner thighs. Then, when she was relaxed, I began to stroke myself again. After only a couple strokes, Kerri opened her eyes and glanced down at what I was doing. Without missing beat she slid off the couch and knelt in front of me, so now both of us were on our knees facing each other. Without saying a word she took my boner in her right hand and began to stroke.

The effect was electric. I think perhaps the pure naughtiness of what we were doing made it that much more exciting, and the knowledge that my little sister has giving me a hand job made me thrilled in a way I never knew possible, and as she stroked her hand up and down my shaft I closed my eyes and leaned back just a little to giver her full access. The tension of the past little while brought on my second orgasm fast, and in no time I felt it swell up and into my shaft, and a split second before it burst out I let out a loud gasp, and I opened my eyes to see streams of white launching between us. It went everywhere and got on both of us, including her breasts, and to my amazement, she didn't stop rubbing me until my orgasm had completely stopped. I looked down, and her hand and arm were literally coated in my cum. I was in awe!

She leaned forward and gave me a quick peck on the cheak, something she often did after I'd done something nice for her, and then she grabbed her panties and began to wipe us both up. We were silent as we cleaned up, neither of us knowing what to say. I knew this would be the last time we would ever fool around like this, and I sensed that she knew it too. Not wanting it to be over, I decided to be bold. When all my cum was under control, I gently took her in my arms and laid her down on the floor on her back. I then started with her breast and felt her up slowly and gently, all over. I softly kneaded her boobs in my hands, rubbing her puffy pink nipples between my fingers. As I did this I purposely let my still semi hard boner fall to rest on her leg. I let my hands drift down over her tummy and thighs, gently tickling her hips. She giggled softly. I ran my hands down her legs and caressed her inner things. Then I rolled her over so she was laying on her front, and I gave her a butt massage, tenderly working her splendid ass cheeks in my hands. I move up, letting my penis rest in her butt crack while I gave her a back rub, and then I kissed her softly on the neck and laid down next to her. She half rolled over, put her head on my chest and her leg over my penis, and we stayed this way silently for a while.

Then at last she said, 'We can never do this again.'

'I know.'

'But it was fun.'

'Yes it was.'

'Will you tell Theresa?'

'I don't think so. Not sure how she would take the news that I cheated on her with my little sister.'

She giggled. 'Is it cheating if we didn't have sex?'

'I don't want to find out.'

We got up, and not bothering to get dressed, we went upstairs to our bedrooms.

This all happened about three weeks ago. Maybe less. Since then I have seen my sister buck naked a few times and half naked a lot of times. She has seen me the same, twice with a boner. We have totally stopped caring about being seen by each other, and mostly it happens in the morning while getting ready for school. When I see her naked, I swear she starts to strut. She knows she looks good naked, I think. We have an unspoken agreement to never tell anyone about what happened, although I did, a few days ago, show her this web site and asked if I could send in our story. She agreed so long as there was no way anyone could figure out who we are.

And so, there it is. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed telling it! Thanks for read


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"No, of course you can't hold back. Your cock is throbbing in my hand, just waiting to come, so do it. There is no need to hold back, just relax and let it all come. Give me all your cum in my wonderful gloves. Yes that's it, you can't avoid it."

Suddenly she stopped and ask him with a whisper.

"Or would you like me to stop?"

He couldn't ask back in words, but his entire body screamed out in silence what he so much wanted to say.

"Yes, my hands are just to good to resist." she said, and let her fingers knead his shaft. "It looked so sexy to have your cock in my hand. So sexy to know that it will be giving me all there is any second now." She resumed stroking him, and even at a slower pace it was enough. Gap was snorting like a wild running horse, and looked into his captures eyes as he felt his orgasm come over him. It was amazing to feel how her hand stroked in just the right pace to send him rapidly and forcefully to a pumping fountain. His muscles pumped over and over again as her hand continued to stroke his stiff shooting cock.

"That's it, feels so good to cum in my hands. The sensation of my warm hand and slick glove is something you simply can't resist. You have to cum, your cock just has to unload as I touch you. See what you're doing. It looks so naughty, oh yeah, that's so good."

He was twitching like a fish on try land in his bonds when he began to realize that she wasn't stopping, merely slowing the pace a little. Her fingertips were sticking out of the gloves, and with the unpainted well polished nail on her index finger, she scooped up a little of his cum and tasted it.

"Mmmmm, that tastes so good. Can we do that again, please? Can you come for me again, and give me more of that wonderful cum of yours? I'm sure you can, I can feel how eager your cock is, and I promised I would keep it happy for a long, long time."

Her hand regained the quicker pace and lubricated with his own cum, he felt her warm hand stroking him furiously again, not giving him the chance to go soft or enjoy his precious moment.

"Doesn't it feel absolutely wonderful to have your cock in my hand. So warm and wonderful sliding up and down on your cum covered shaft. Oh, it feels so good in my hand, I just love the feeling to hold it, stroke it, squeeze it and make it throb and pulsate in my hand. Oh please, don't hold back, just get lost in the moment. I feel that you're really hard again, and eager to meet my stroking hand. So good, so strong and so vulnerable at the same time. The sight of your wonderful cock in my blue gloved hand is exquisite. Don't make me wait for the next load of your wonderful thick, rich cum. I have to have it, and I will have it."

Gap was pulling harder and harder, but no matter how hard he tried, he still found that he was absolute immobilized, captured in the skillful hand of this wonderful woman. He couldn't help it but lean his head back and moan as loud as he could given that his mouth was full. It had been so long since he had been with a woman, and his sexlife the last year had been nothing except for an occasional handjob in front of the TV. It was a completely different and overwhelming feeling to have this womans hand around his cock, stroking it like he never could.

"Yes, that's it. You're soon there again. Oh give it to me. Just relax and let it happen. Let yourself go in my hand again. Don't resist it, don't deprive yourself from the pleasure you are entitled to feel. Let it sweep over you like a wave of warm water crushing against a beach. That's it, it's impossible to resist. My hand feels so good around your throbbing cock, it's inevitable. You know it, don't you?"

Gap lifted his head and looked into her eyes and tried to say something as an answer with his muffed mouth, but found himself only moaning and grunting as he wanted to tell her to slow down a little bit.

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Nudity is the state of wearing either no clothes at all, or significantly fewer clothes than expected by the conventions of a particular culture and situation, and in particular exposing the bare skin of intimate parts. The term topless is sometimes used to describe the lack of clothing covering the breasts.

Acceptance of nudity and required levels of clothing vary greatly with time and culture; it also depends on whether other people are present, and if so, who.

Some nudity is unavoidable when taking a bath or going to the toilet, but these can be done and are often done without any other people present.

Nudity in front of a sexual partner is widely accepted, but even here there may be restrictions, for example only at the time and place of sex, or with little light, or covered by a sheet or blanket.

Nudity in front of strangers of the same sex is often more accepted than in front of those of the opposite sex, for example in open showers, common changing rooms, etc. Urinals may have partitions between them to avoid partial nudity of men to be visible by other men. How common they are varies with the country.

On one extreme some people view nudity as sinful or otherwise wrong except in such unavoidable cases, while other people assert that nudity is the natural state that should ideally be always acceptable in public.

In some hunter-gatherer cultures in warm climates, near-complete nudity was (at least until the introduction of European culture[?]) standard practice for both men and women. However, this was not always the case. For example, native Americans were generally quite prim where nudity was concerned. A notable exception were the Chumash Indians of southern California who were nudists: men were usually naked, women were often topless.

At the most extreme end of the spectrum, one finds some strict interpretations of Islam that require women to cover their entire bodies, including the face (see burka), on threat of severe punishment.

In the West, standards of what constitutes indecent exposure vary widely. Into the 20th century, exposure of male nipples was considered indecent at some beaches. In general and across cultures, most restrictions are found for exposure of those parts of the human body that put in evidence sexual arousal or sexual dimorphism between male and female adults. Therefore, sex organs and women's breasts are often covered.

In the United States of America, exposure of female nipples is still not usually allowed in public; even public breastfeeding is sometimes considered problematic. However, courts in some North American jurisdictions - including Ontario and New York State - have legalized the exposure of women's nipples on equal protection grounds, see United States Constitution/Amendment Fourteen. The movement of "topfree equality" promotes equal rights for woman to have no clothing above the waist; the term "topfree" rather than "topless" is used to avoid the sexual connotation of the latter.

In some Northern European countries (for instance Germany, Finland, and the Netherlands), saunas and Spa towns with mixed-sex nudity exist, while in other countries these places always strictly separate the sexes.

Since the mid-20th century designated topless, clothing-optional and strictly-nude beaches have come into vogue. Topless sunbathing is considered acceptable on the beaches of France, Spain and most of the rest of Europe (and even in many outdoor swimming pools); however, exposure of the genitals is restricted to nudist areas.

It is common in many cultures for children's nudity to not be seen as being particularly disturbing until they reach puberty, or more restrictively, until a younger age. Social sensibilities towards the nudity of children have become far more restrictive in many developed countries over the past two decades, while conversely the nudity of adults has become far more acceptable in many of the same places. Newfound social-awareness about paedophilia and child pornography has instilled in cultures concerns over dangers and negativity with child-nudity; the nude form of children has come to hold negative sexual-connotations, while previously prepubescents would often be viewed as being innately asexual. For example, in New Zealand in previous decades the appearance of naked photographs of minors in newspapers and magazines was socially acceptable, whereas the publication of the same depictions nowadays would almost invariably invoke horror and revulsion amongst the readership.

Nudity is closely associated with sexuality in most cultures where some level of body modesty is expected (in that, nudity is considered to be immodest). This is evidenced by the existence of striptease in these cultures. As an effect of Catholic cultural heritage, in Latin cultures the common sense of modesty does not generally admit genital nudity, but the definition of what is lewd has changed and women's breasts are now commonly exposed or depicted without scandal.

According to the Book of Genesis of the Bible, the first two humans ever, Adam and Eve, were nude at first, but after a transgression against God's rules (the original sin), no longer felt comfortable like that and made aprons of fig leaves.

In the past, the Roman Catholic Church organized the so-called fig-leaf campaign to cover nudity in art, starting from the works of Renaissance artist Michelangelo (see Michelangelo Buonarroti for details). Islam prohibits any illustrations of human beings so the question does not arise there. (There have been exceptions to this rule in some Islamic societies, but apparently none involving nudity.)

Some people enjoy public nudity in a non-sexual context. This movement is known as nudism, or naturism, and often practiced in reserved places that used to be called nudist camps but are now properly referred to as nudist (or naturist) resorts, beaches or clubs.

Sometimes, in a public protest, protesters undress for additional attention. Slogans include "Disrobe for disarmament", "Nudes, not nukes!", "Naked For Peace", "Dare 2 Bare 4 Freedom + Peace" [1] (http://www.sfheart.com/naked_for_peace) and "I Got Rid Of My Bush! Read My Lips - No To War!"

Sometimes the phrase "extreme nudity" is used, implying that the absence of clothing is very special (either good or bad).

Images of partial and full nudity are used in advertising to draw additional attention. In the case of attractive models this attention is due to the visual pleasure the images provide, in other cases it is rather due to the relative rareness of the images. Nudity is carefully dosed to avoid that the advertising company is associated with being indecent or unrefined. Also there are limits on what advertising media such as magazines allow. (Similar tactics are often used to draw attention to visual media such as movies.) Thus giving light to the saying "sex sells."

For images of nudity (not necessarily pornography) the most "far-reaching" kind is "full-frontal" nude, referring to the fact that the front side of the crotch is exposed. Frequently images of nude people do not go that far and deliberately photos are composed, and films edited, such that in particular no genitalia are seen, as if the camera failed to see them by chance.

See also

Indecent exposure, Mooning, Naked News, Nude celebrities on the Internet, Original sin

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This is Part 10 of the story "The Cottage", you may want to begin with Part 1.

Judy had started work again in the middle of June, but managed to get this afternoon off (new boss) and we started to prepare at my place right after lunch. I was starting to grow hair again, but it was all stubbly so the most important thing to do was a total body shave, and that took two hours what with enjoying each others bodies as we went along. Applications of pearly nail polish took another half hour. Jude penciled my eyebrows in with waterproof color. We then powdered lightly all over and tugged on the new skin tight jump suits we had bought and modified.

These were made of lycra, mine in fuscia, Judy's in shiny blue, with zippers from the neck to the navel. We had added a new zipper that started at the back of the neck, ran down the spine, under the crotch and up to meet the other one at the navel. You could have any part you wanted open, and in fact, could switch left and right halves. When fully zipped up, it was like being painted fuscia. I left mine unzipped to just below my boobs, and then pulled on the white calf length boots with the two and a half inch blocky heels.

I helped Judy into her suit and handed her her black boots, then pulled my zipper down a bit further and popped my boobs out. When she stood up, I popped hers out too and we just rubbed our colored bodies together, rubbing nipples back and forth until they stood out prominently. Zipping back up some, we now had a nice display of bumps on bumps. Matching eye shadow, lipstick, and long ear rings were added to heighten the effect. The boots and jump suits would be our "flight suits" as we traveled to our favorite hideaway.

It was very difficult to keep the guys working as all four of us loaded the wagon. Yes, they were right, we were taking a lot of luggage this time, but it was our bodies that they couldn't seem to keep their hands off of, not the luggage.

Unpacking at the cottage was slowed down somewhat, because the guys (and Judy and I) kept pulling the large zipper rings, exposing a little more of us as the work went on. Finally I eased the last of Judy's zipper past her bare cunt and released her suit into two parts -- a narrow strip of bare flesh down the center of her beautifully curved body standing out starkly against the shimmering blue sides. Then I undid mine to match. We mixed a pitcher of Martini's and asked Jack and Bob if they wanted to go to the beach and enjoy the moonlight on the water.

The solid heels of these boots were great for walking through the sand, and the four of us settled on two large blankets at the shore. I eased Jack's tool out of his shorts and started to stroke it to magnificence. Jude was actually wrestling Bob's organ out into the moonlight. We followed this with our usual shared "petting" session, until Jack took the empty pitcher in one hand, and my hand in the other and led me back to the cottage, his wang leading the way.

I suppose this officially made my outfit a jump suit. Since my tits were already bare Jack had everything he needed at hand and truly jumped my bones, holding back his own climax until I had come three times before letting himself explode.

We had been told to be prepared to launch from the dock a half an hour before dawn, so when the alarm went off at 4:30 in the morning I was not surprised to find Jack gone. I stumbled around and found Judy in the shower. I eased in and got some of the sleep out of my eyes as we briefly played pushy titty, pressy twatty, then she slipped out and I shaved and washed.

When I got to Judy's room, she was already dressed in her shimmering scarlet space outfit. Totally see through, it covered her completely across the shoulders (each of which had black patent shoulder boards with pointed ends that extended past her shoulders two inches), then from the right shoulder the sheer fabric angled across her right breast (exposing the side) and continued across her body just bisecting her cunt and disappeared to a point mid calf. It was held together with gold bands circling just under her breasts, around the waist, around the left thigh and the left calf. Standing straight in the short black boots she was putting in long golden ear rings that almost touched her shoulders as I walked in. This stance thrust her breasts out and through the thin scarlet my diamond studded circular nipple rings sparkled delightfully.

Although I had helped her make the outfit, I had never seen it with the boots and jewelry. It was stunning and I was anxious to get into mine. Pearly blue shear fabric formed a tunic that closed at the throat with a silver band and clasp. The front was cut away down the center, almost exposing each aureole in a long curving line that circled under my navel. The tunic was belted with an attached silver band and matching clasp, then flared over my hips ending mid thigh. The bottom part was a pant of matching material, gathered above the right knee with a silver band and ballooned out to the top of my white boot. That's right, a pant, just one leg, that was held up with a silver elastic band around the very top of my right leg. I finished it off with a pair of long crystal drops at my ears and a short pair hanging from my nipples.

It was a thrilling sensation to walk from the safety of the cottage to the mystery ahead, through the dark with the cool pre-dawn breeze whispering the gentle fabric across our bodies, chilling sensitive areas into erection. Boots thudding firmly on the sand Judy and I strode to the dock with our nipples jutting, and I know with my clit throbbing gently, towards a day's adventure with our "guides".

As we stood on the dock, before stepping into the boat, I announced "We are from Venus. There, a woman's venus is kissed each morning as a mark of respect." We were both duly respected and I noted "This guide must be from France for I have just received a French kiss!" Judy chuckled appreciatively herself. The boat plowed through the water as we cruised closer to the island, the wind pushing our thin garments tightly against our jeweled globes, and we stepped ashore as the dawn broke. Jack and Bob were dressed in khaki flight suits and had already set up a full camp with large tents on either side of a clearing and lit a fire, to prepare breakfast, in the center. We were presented with small triangular camp chairs to perch our twats on as we watched them prepare breakfast -- lightly scrambled eggs and Champaign.

After we had finished the bottle of Champaign, Jack led me to his tent and told me he wanted to worship my venus in a more fitting Earth style. Under the eerie soft blue light from the tent nylon, he teased my clit with his glans until I was almost over the top, then spread my lips with his fingers and entered me probing, probing with his engorged prong, until it was fully embedded. Then he rolled me over on top of him, tugging tenderly and rhythmically on my exposed nipple crystals until I was thrusting up and down on his body. Shifting his attention to my ears he began the same little "tugs", and then caressed my bald head in his strong hands. I came in a giant spasm, my cunt muscles sucking his cock upward into me. Jack too, cried out and we lay side by side for a long time. When we heard Bob and Judy outside we went out to swim.

Our flimsy costumes were perfect for swimming as there was plenty of opening for the air to escape and when wet the material simply clung to our bodies. Later, laying in the sun to dry I slipped my tunic off and let the sun warm my body and sparkle off of my jewelry. It turned into a very hot day and I eventually put my tunic back on for a little protection for the Earth's sun. Jack and Bob then rubbed sun screen lotion over all the exposed skin, working their fingers into every little crevasses, then left to prepare lunch while Judy and I lay on a large blanket, legs spread, boots back on, holding hands, and whispered details of the afternoon plan.

Our plans were of no avail. No sooner was lunch finished than we were told we were going to explore caves on the island. Jude and I were given clear plastic raincoats to put over our 'uniforms' and led down a trail into the woods. Although our heels occasionally slipped on a rock or fallen limb, the patent boots were excellent for walking, and wading across shallow streams as we disappeared deeper and deeper into the islands interior. At last we came to an opening in the side of the one hill on the island and ventured inside, flashlight glimmering off of the damp walls. Letting a long cord out behind us we eventually came to a V. Bob tied a new cord to ours and he and Judy went to the right. I could hear her heels tapping against the rock between the heavier "thwack" of Bob's as they moved away into the echoing darkness.

Jack led me into a small 'room'. On one side was a flat rock ledge and in the pale light we could see rivulets of water cascading down the far wall to form a pool below the ledge. He took off my clear coat and laid it out on the rock, then laid me down on the coat. Releasing my tits from their tunic, and folding up the bottom of it, he took handfuls of the cold clear water and washed each breast (holding the nipple upright by their crystal drops), the water draining away across the contours of my body. He washed my cunt next and trickled the clear water through its crack. Icy cold from the rock depths, the water stung at my body yet made my clit and nipples pop fully erect. Sliding my hands into his unzipped flight suit, I pulled his organ to me and pushed the foreskin back over its head, guiding it in the almost total darkness to its destination. Deep inside the Earth I was having my cave explored, slowly, gently, and deeply. I could feel the cold rock under me and his warm body above me, his heat inside of me. There was little room on the ledge, and one of us knocked the flashlight off and we heard it clatter along the rock and splash into the water. No matter, now in total dark we continued our explorations. Then I heard an echoing cry of pleasure float down the tunnel. I tightened my quim onto Jack's cock and redoubled my thrusts until he gasped out, his juices filling me, and came strongly with my own cry returning to Judy's.

We lay back and still coupled, embraced strongly for several minutes, then carefully, very carefully I put the plastic coat back on and Jack located the ball of twine and we inched our way along until we met Bob and Judy at the junction. With a light now, we continued to explore (each others bodies this time) as we climbed slowly back to the sunlit world. There, Judy and I with twats pressing down on boulders, everyone had a lunch of simple sandwiches and wine.

Back at the camp everyone stripped and went for a warming swim. My crystal bangles bobbed against my tits as I splashed through the water and I remembered again the shared pleasure Judy and I had the day of our piercings. Wearing boots again and with my pant back on and with Judy in her scarlet "uniform" we sat in the sun sipping on cool mint juleps and enjoyed each other company until hunger required re-lighting the fire. Reluctantly, I slipped my tunic back on as the air cooled a bit.

After supper cleanup we all strolled around the end of the island and then changing partners walked back to camp where I led Bob to his tent. Reaching into his flight suit I lifted his manhood out, released my globes to the air and tucked my frosty blue tunic bottom up under the belt. With my thumbs I brought my nipples to erection and slowly inserted a finger into my slit, while my eyes moved from Bob's eyes to his prick and back. As I continued to caress myself he had his own erection. I moved him back onto the open sleeping bags and held his cock in my hand, watching the knob turn a deeper purple, studying the sinews, veins, and muscles visible along its length. Then with pearly fingernails I traced all around his scar. He winced, and I asked if it was sore. He replied, no, that the sensation was bringing him close to orgasm. I eased off then and licked at his tiny tiny nipples for a while.

When I saw his cock start to droop a little, I held it again and licked off the blob of pre-cum juice that was coming out of his tiny slit. Running my nails up and down the sides of the tube where his erotic juice, piss, and cum escaped I watched his bare cock rise firm and strong again. Another flick of my tongue rewarded me with another salty-sweet droplet. Then I simply placed my knees on either side of his, the toes of my white boots digging into the sand under the sleeping bag, insteps taut against the shiny white leather, short heels stuck out, and lowered my cunt onto his rod. Instantly we both gasped and thrust tighter, and I collapsed onto him, both so quickly spent, his juices mixed with mine.

We went for a quick chilly swim and as we returned to the fire to warm Judy and Jack ran past to the water. Shortly, they too joined us and we sat on blankets in front of the fire sipping on brandy as the stars twinkled above and our jeweled breasts twinkled in the firelight . My eyes caught the gleam of Judy's black patent boots, traveled up her one bare leg and dwelt on the orange glow cast on her exposed vulva, onward to the twinkling nipples, then to the flickering shadows as they danced around her bald head. How sensuous it was, the shadows dancing around the long golden ear rings, over the thin dark eyebrows and across the smooth bare top. I could feel my own excitement rising as I saw that she too was appreciating the same effect on me. The sun set as we all enjoyed each other's company, the brandy, and the warm fire, but soon it was much too chilly to wear such diaphanous clothing as Judy and I had, and reluctant to cover up we decided it was time retire to our tents.

Jack had zipped our two sleeping bags together to make one large one, and slipping out of my boots and tunic I snuggled in with him. He removed my nipple ornaments and sucked on each brown dot until I was ready to again accept his rigid flesh inside of mine.

Our 'guides' remembered the Venusian ritual when Judy and I arrived for breakfast and we received our kisses. We breakfasted on pancakes and orange juice laced with Champaign. Then we were ferried back to the cottage, Jack and Bob returning to the island to take down the camp. That gave Judy and I about two hours to prepare for the day.

Stripping totally we took turns shaving the other's head and cunt, then showered scrubbing any remains of the island from our bodies. With a light dusting of talcum powder to our legs we donned our shiny new boots and strutted to the kitchen to fetch two glasses and a bottle of cold white wine. Watching Judy as she stood at the counter, I marveled at her appearance. Her torso seemed to be a totally separate legless entity which was perched on top of two long black shafts, with her cunt suspended in the space between them. I scanned upward along this shortened pale body and dwelt for a moment on her un-adorned tits, flashed upward to the hyper erotic shiny smooth crown of her head, back down to lock onto her dark eyes beneath the arches that were the only hair on her body.

We stepped towards each other and with panting breaths fingered the crack in front of us. Clutching the wine and glasses we clattered hurriedly to the bedroom. "Whoa, whoa, Judy exclaimed as I toppled her onto the bed, I brought something special for us. You pour some wine and I'll be right back."

When she returned I saw a short flaccid circumcised cock with two very large balls hanging between her black boots. "Now squeeze my nuts," she told me moving up close. As I squeezed, her little dink grew to be about six and a half inches long, getting harder with each application of pressure. "There is some kind of viscous liquid in the nuts and when you put pressure on them it flows up into both the dick inside of me and the one in front. I can feel it growing, in fact I can feel some reaction to everything you do with it. I can poke my finger up into the sack and between the nuts to press on a little valve that releases the erection. Do you like it" she questioned and I responded by sucking and biting the head. I could see her stiffen as she reacted to the matching internal pressure.

Sliding onto the bed beside me, the delightful member rising and bobbing into the air above her, she said "Lay still now, because before I fuck you , I want to tell you about the day I bought it. I had seen it in a store near where I work about three weeks ago and went back last week at lunch to buy it. I was pretty excited about the idea and when I got back to the office I went to a cubicle in the washroom and put it on. I made it go up and down with no trouble, but I couldn't quite bring myself to take it off. So, slipping my panties into my purse I pulled my skirt back on and walked back to my office feeling it thump against my thighs. That was kind of interesting, you know, certainly a new experience, but I just didn't see that it was better than bare twat or how a guy can get worked up about one dangling between his legs."

"Anyway, just as I reached my office someone told me I was supposed to be at a meeting in Room B. I hurried to the room and plunked down in an empty chair, banging the balls as I did. Now I had a mild erection bulging my skirt under the table. I couldn't get my finger in to the valve, so I sat there pressing down on the cock and that just made it harder (like a real one I guess). What the hell was I going to do I couldn't just walk away with this hard on -- someone would see it and think I was really a guy in drag. At last I commented that it was getting warm and slid my jacket off and laid it over my lap. Then a few minutes later, I excused myself, and carefully holding the jacket hurried past desks to the washroom. Walking fast bangs the balls together and guess what happens then By the time I got to a cubicle I had a hard on that was pushing the front of my skirt out like a tent."

We lay there laughing at her experience, then I grabbed her rod and started exercising it until her eyes glazed. She mounted me and I must have squeezed those balls to the size of peanuts as we rocked and thrust on the ever growing member we shared. By careful control of my muscles I made her come twice, then let my uterus explode somewhere up inside myself, wrenching and grinding against Judy as it did.

Judy washed and put away our new toy, and because we had no intention of taking our beautiful boots off we scrubbed our bodies clean with wet wash clothes and dry towels, then finished the wine, our bare bodies each nestled from the butt up in the upholstered bedroom chairs, shiny shafts extending outward to end in long tiny heels resting on the rug.

With about twenty minutes left before our husbands would return we put on our new tunics. Mine was red patent with a collar that wrapped around my neck and connected to pointed shoulders extending well beyond my arms. From a line that extended from shoulder to shoulder a wedge was cut out of the front narrowing down to a gold belt, then flaring out over the hips and forming two points on either side of my cunt that almost touched the points on the tops of my boots. To prevent my nipples from inadvertently popping out of the wedge, a removable gold chain held the out thrust side panels in place. Scarlet lipstick and long red earrings completed the uniform.

Judy had purchased what was supposed to be a Victorian bodice, but was surely more suited to the twenty-first century than that tired era. It consisted almost entirely of black Chantilly lace over flesh colored lining. Judy had removed the lining that covered her breasts. The neckline started with two points that thrust up towards her ears (obsidian bangles hanging from her ears down past the points) and was completely open in a U that ran along the inner side of each aureole, exposing almost one half of each breast and their delicious curves, right down to her navel. Held in place with a black patent belt it too flared open around her pudenda like a vest. Her lips we slashed with scarlet.

Tap, tap, - tap, tap, we returned to the kitchen to mix a special concoction to drink with supper: several ounces of Grand Marnier went into the pitcher, along with apricot brandy, and the balance of sweetened pineapple juice. While putting this together we had been standing at the counter fingering and plucking at the bare twat beside. I was now feeling wet and with a devilish smile, I firmly inserted two fingers into myself and pulled them out to shake two drops of my own juice into the brew. "The secret ingredient" I said to Judy.

She immediately added two drops of her own, with the comment, "A special aphrodisiac. Stir rapidly and chill."

We had steaks on the grill when Jack and Bob arrived. "Greetings Earthmen, I smiled (but it wasn't those lips they were watching) please use our decontamination shower and join us here for some nectar of the goddesses". Judy and I held court over preparation of supper, serving our seated guests the special nectar (with secret smiles), and continually moving from kitchen to deck on our high heeled long shafted boots, flashing smoothly shaved cunt right past their eyes. Their shorts bulged and strained. They showed wonderful restraint in neither attacking us nor leaving to whack off.

When the plates were cleared away we all sat to finish the nectar. Then, quite rapidly, the sky darkened and opened to pour huge raindrops down onto the sand and deck. Very impulsively I tore my tunic off and ran out onto the sand. The large drops splattered onto my baldness, ran behind my ears and onto my shoulders, cascading down and over my breasts, streaming off of my fully extended nipples -- it coursed down my cleavage and ran over my now out thrust cunt, flooding its crack. Thunder boomed in the dark and I lost my balance in the soft sand to fall backward. I lay back, legs spread, arms outstretched while lightening flashed and my body was pummeled. I was next aware of Jack standing above me naked, rain streaming from his already exposed purple knob. I thrust my cunt at him and he entered me. We fucked with the noise drowning out our sounds of endearment, the flashes mirrored in the rivulets pouring over our bodies. I would like to say I came with a roll of thunder and a flash of lightening, but it actually happened when he knelt and thrust his hands under my ass, raising my cunt to meet his cock and re-entered me. Knees bent, I dug my heels into the sand for more support and saw his eyes go ecstatic. With a heave I plunged to him with a smacking sound that made water fly from his body and we both exploded.

Spent then, we ran for the deck where I saw Judy's ass, water pouring through the crack, lunging downward during a flash of lightening. "Quick Jack, around to the front door" I shrieked through the noise. Quickly we were inside. I took off my boots and wiped them dry while Jack started the shower running. Soon I was in it with him. We soaped and fondled some as the biting hot spray returned warmth to our bodies. He dried me and talced my legs so I could slide my boots back on. Gathering two down quilts, we made for the living area as Judy and Bob padded naked to the already steamy shower.

Jack built the fire and poured four large brandies, and I found and dried Judy's black boots for her, leaving them and my blue see through tunic in her bedroom , where I also borrowed the scarlet and gold 'uniform' she had worn yesterday. With the fire blazing, Jack and I cuddled under one quilt. Shortly Judy and Bob joined us on the couch, pulling the second quilt over them. Our boots, sticking from under the quilts, glistening in the firelight while we wiggled the toes and admired the long heels occasionally during the first of two Star Trek movies.

I was massaging the head of Jack's cock with my cute bare little stump, under the quilt, when the bald space women appeared in her silver blue tunic. I felt his cock go completely rigid as he realized the significance, then he looked lovingly at our bald heads and began to caress my right tit. Soon I pushed the quilt down to our waists so that Judy and Bob could see how much my nipple extended past its pouty aureole -- delighted to be able to share with them the excitement of Jack's caresses. The video tape was stopped for about forty minutes.

When everyone returned, the room was very warm and Judy and I stripped our tops off and sat on the center of the couch, she beside Jack and I beside Bob. I so badly wanted to fondle her body. When I would glance at her boobs the nipples would stiffen. Her hand would stray to the top of my boots. I would lay my head on her shoulder and gently rub the side of a breast. When the first movie ended and while light scotch and sodas were made she whispered in my ear. We scrambled to find the CD of Space Odessy 2001 and when the music started I announced "Intermission show!"

We thrust our bodies together, tit between tit, as though they were melded into one and we danced with four shiny legs flashing underneath us. Making the dance fit the music as we went, we twirled and swirled, our long heels never touching the floor. When the music reached the quiet passages before the dramatic ending I was riding her left leg, my twat pressed into her glittering boot top. I slid off and we locked twats and now joined as one at the groin we folded our bodies back like a flower blooming, bald heads outwards like shining petals and danced fingertips over the erects stamens created by the others nipples. I knew I was going to have an orgasm and felt Jude shudder, her breasts bobbing with the spasm, so I let myself go over the top with her. Then as the final cords of the music sounded we folded upwards to again lock breast to breast, lips groping into lips, tongues searching hungrily.

I found myself in the air, in Bob's arms, legs dangling from the knees over one arm, his hard cock banging against my ass, and was aware that Jack was carrying Judy behind us. In the bedroom I knelt on the bed, my butt supported on the shanks of my boots. I bunched a pillow against the top of the bed and buried my bald head into it while tightly grasping the brass swirls of the head board so he could enter me from behind. As I braced my arms with all my strength he plunged inward bouncing me forward and back, forward and back, making my suspended titlets brush the bed cover. I had come once during his assault and now thought I felt him gush into me. I came again and cried out. He backed away and when I rolled over onto my back I saw he was still stiff. "Come on Bob, one more time," I encouraged him. He plunged in again and this time I could feel the heat of his cum and we parted to lay gasping beside each other.

It seemed too late to start the second movie, so we went off to bed with our spouses. I lay there for a long time thinking about the glory of our dance, and then heard heels clicking down the hall. Pulling my boots back on I tip toed out to find Judy making a hot chocolate. "Make one for me too," I whispered and she jumped, flinging one hand over her crotch and the other over a boob.

"Oh god, you startled me. Why am I doing this silly thing. I wandered out here naked in the first place."

"You're all goose bumps, I replied, let me fix that," and I caressed all the startled parts. While Judy made our drinks, I put the two quilts on the floor, one on top of the other. We lay on them, tummies down, bending up on elbows with our tits out, and swinging our legs up in the air behind us as we watched the second movie.

As the movie played softly, we talked quietly about our relationship and its development since a year ago September. "I love you Nance," Judy whispered.

"And I you. I never thought, what seems ages ago, when I told you I wasn't into girl/girl stuff that I would ever truly love or have sex with a woman. Has it diminished your love for Bob"

"God no, I think it is stronger than ever. He and I love in a different way than you and me, different but no less strong I just love him more, and the sex is maybe even better. And you"

"My bond with Jack is deeper than ever. I think my cancer had something to do with that too, but it is just a deeper and stronger relationship that he also expresses and shows me -- even though I share him with you and enjoy Bob as well. Does this make us Lesbians, Jude"

"I don't think so, at least not completely. I mean, I always thought lessies were just stuck on women. Maybe we're switch hitters, you know, AC/DC."

"Well we do switch, but our main focus is men, our men."

"Yeah, maybe we are something unique. I mean the whole group of us. We seem to simply enjoy sex with mutual partners that we are bonded to. Like, I don't mean casual sex with a passing relationship. It's sort of like we had all come to love each other in a gentle way, and the day I started to shave and we switched partners with complete understanding and willingness a lasting bond was formed."

"So, you're saying that this unique relationship exists because everyone in it has a loving bond and expresses that bond with sex."

"Yeah, something like that, but this is getting a little deep for me. Do you want to get your labia pierced"

"Ooooooh! On second thought, no -- I like to keep my cunt as slick and unadorned as possible. Like the wash off tattoos are kinda nice once in a while, but natural is best I think. I'd like to go through the experience of piercing again though, but noses and tongues look just plain stupid. What about you"

"Well I was toying with the idea. You know, like a built in chastity belt," she laughed. "But I guess, like you, its just the excitement of getting it done that intrigued me. And you're right, it would spoil the look of a great twat."

And that is the last I remember until waking up to see snow on the TV screen and bright embers in the fireplace. I turned the TV off and curled back up on the quilts with Judy.

We both awoke to the sound of crockery from the cooking area. There we were sprawled on our backs, hip to hip, Judy's arm across my chest and one of my hands dangling over her left leg. "Ooops, I cried.

"Don't hurry on our account," came Bob's reply

So we snuggled ass to cunt, my hands over her tits, our shiny legs intertwined for a few minutes until we were fully awake. Making our leisurely way to the shower, we collected a Venusian morning welcome as we passed the counter.

With my brush and mug of hot lather, I quickly coated Judy's head and snatch, and a couple of dabs to each tit just for the fun of it, and did the same for myself. Slowly and smoothly I stroked over her brow and along behind each ear, ending low on her neck, and then stroked out the center. With her laying on the hard carpet, her legs spread wide, I supported her cunt from behind with my left hand and razored away the lather and stubble leaving a foamy swath along her crack. Slipping a wet fingers inside, I pushed each lip out and away from the other to carefully slide the sharp blade around the rounded edge. I finished with a couple of quick dabs just above her clit at the apex of her slit. Mmm, Mmm, squeaky clean, and I gave her my own Venusian recognition. With my years of experience this took just a few minutes, so I quickly stroked myself off clean and we both dashed to the shower.

With the smell of bacon drifting to our noses, we talced each other to get rid of the last dampness and we pulled on our lycra jumpsuits. That is, I had the left half of mine (fuscia) and the right half of Judy's (blue), she the other way around. We didn't zip them together. Pulling on our long boots and adding long earrings we clattered out to eat. It turned out that everyone had slept late, it was past noon.

Judy and I did the dishes, boobies exposed so we could play our little kitchen games, while the guys started to pack the wagon. We then packed what we wanted to take back and reluctantly zipped our suits up to just under our now covered boobs. After a mid trip stop, Jude and I took the back seat and got some much needed sleep leaning against each others shoulder.

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