Chapter 7
All four of them felt a little funny putting on their clothes again after living for so many weeks without them. It was almost hard to imagine that the majority of the people wore clothes all the time. They seemed so uncomfortable and unnatural. But in a funny way they seemed fairly sexy too. They covered up the body so other people began to wonder exactly what was underneath.
They all piled into Marty's car and headed off to the city-the first time in a number of weeks they had left their little village. They normally didn't even have to leave to buy groceries as there was a nude supermarket where naked housewives bought the weekly food for her family; though as women's lib hit the nudist colony, more and more men were finding themselves doing the shopping.
"Do you think this will really work?" asked Sarah of her husband, "I mean, all I can think will happen is that we get arrested and have to spend some time in jail."
"I know! Isn't it exciting! But I think we can pull it off so we don't get caught. For one thing, surprise will be on our side. For another, I think most people there will be pretty turned on by what we're doing and if they don't actually join in, which would be ideal, they will be tumed-on by the vision and probably not call the heat in."
"Let me get this straight," said Doris, "we're going to a disco joint wearing what we've got on. As soon as we get there we start mingling with the crowd so it doesn't seem like we've all come together in one big crowd. We even try to pick up other people there that we think might be good at what we are trying to do.
"Slowly, we start to take off our clothes, or let certain things slip or break. Then we start to kiss and hug and fondle each other. Hopefully by that time there is a fairly large bunch of people which we sort of get over to one of the tables by the side. With no forewarning, we strip off the rest of our clothes and start fucking. The bunch of people we've brought along are so horny that they start taking off their clothes and join in the orgy. We try and get as much fucking done as we can before the management sends the bouncers down. Quickly, we throw back on our clothes and head out the door!"
"This is the place," said George as they turned a corner and came to a large building that was very brightly lit with many flashing lights and signs, with blaring music that was pouring out of the interior of the club and with a line of people at the door waiting to get in. They were attired in disco clothes-short skirts, skimpy tops and tight pants.
"Shit," said Doris as she looked the crowd over, "they look like they're half naked as it is. I don't think we'll have much work to do at all."
It took the four people about a half hour to work themselves up the line until they actually got into the place. While they were in line they were given joints to smoke and bottles of whiskey to drink so. that by the time they actually hit the door they were really cooking and ready for some action.
"Okay," said George, "for the next hour or so, it's everybody for themselves. After that we'll see what kind of orgy that we can pull off. If you can get any sex in the meantime, all the more power to you!"
The four nudists dispersed in the crowd. The clothes they thought would be so outrageous turned out to be rather conservative in comparison with what some of the other people there were wearing.
Doris wandered over to the far side of the dance floor. She barely got a chance to even sit down before a big blonde-haired man came up to her and asked her to dance, though he had to shout pretty loud for her to hear him over the booming disco sound that was filling up the space even more completely than the wall-to-wall people.
She got up and followed him out onto the dance floor. With her eyes she followed his ass and cock, both of which were easily visible under the tight white pants that he was wearing. She could tell by that outline that he was very well equipped, much better than either Marty or George. She could feel her cunt start to bubble up when she thought about trying out such a large rod. She wanted to feel her cunt stretched out all the way by the cock.
The couple started to dance. Doris was fairly good at dancing but could haraly keep up with the wild gyrations of the man she wai dancing with. He moved his hips around as if he was some sort of contortionist, but the motion, when watched for a long period of time, proved to be pretty sexy. She knew if she glanced much longer with him she would have to go into the girl's room and whack off.
She had gotten lost in her fantasies of screwing the man when she felt his hand touch her right on the ass-right on the ass, as she wasn't wearing any panties. She looked up to see if any surprise registered in his eyes. They looked as if they expected her to be dancing bare-bottom in the micro-dress.
He pinched her ass stiffly. The slight amount of pain drove her wild. He started to dance close to her, directing her motions with the pressure of his hand on her ass. It took her awhile until she realized he was leading her over to a dark booth at the side of the dance floor. Quickly she looked around and saw the entire dance floor was surrounded by such booths and that the majority of them had couples sitting in them-and the couples, as far as the low level of light would let her detect, were busy screwing each other. All of a sudden she realized they weren't going to cause an orgy in the disco house-they were going to join one!
In another instant they were both sitting on a semicircular bench that ran behind a high table. She realized the table must have been built that way so the actions of the couples behind them would be basically obscured.
She felt the man's strong, slightly rough hands move from her ass right up around the outside of her thighs, right up to her bush. She could feel his thick fingers plow through her thin blonde hairs and dive right into her pussy. It was the strangest sensation to have some man she never even talked to have his finger stuffed into her quim like a hot-dog into a roll.
His other hand moved back down around to her ass. With a stiff jerk upward he implanted his fat finger right into her ass-hole. She was being attacked in her two crotch holes at the same time and it felt wonderful though she tried hard to sit there as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.
Her eyes met his. She could see he was a nice guy and he was out to give her as much pleasure as she wanted. At the same time, she could see that he, too, wished to be pleased in the wild setting of the disco club. She reached down and undid his fly. His cock popped out as if it was a jack-in-the-box. As soon as it was out of the hole she wrapped her hand around it. It was the biggest hunk of meat she ever felt in her whole life. It was both longer and thicker than anything she had previously touched in the way of male organs.
She was already on the way down to lick that dick when she heard him ask her to lick it. She was way ahead of him. Opening her mouth all the way she brought that cock right into her oral orifice, though without letting it touch the sides of her lips. She breathed heavily on it so her moist breath condensed all over that penis. The red head, which was large and bulbous, got even brighter in color. A small drop of fluid appeared right at the tip. Her snake-like tongue licked that droplet off and swallowed it down. In another second she completely forgot that she was in a disco joint.
Faster and faster did she let her head bob up and down that hunk of malehood. The more she sucked on it the more she herself got horny. She knew how much pleasure she must have been giving him from the way he was squinting and breathing. But still, she wanted to feel it in her cunt and not just her mouth.
The man, whose name she still didn't know, seemed to understand her problem immediately, or perhaps he too wanted to fuck her and their desires by coincidence coincided. He bent his head down to hers as she was sucking on his mighty battering ram and shouted in her ear, which was the only way to be heard over the loud music.
"Get under the table in the doggy position," he said, "and I'll screw you from the back."
"Okay," shouted back Doris, though an answer was hardly necessary as she immediately dropped to her knees and scooted under the table.
She discovered that the table was covered with a large tablecloth that hung down to the floor on all sides so she seemed to be in a little room under the top of the table. She stuck her ass against the back of the cloth so the man was able to simply lift up the, tablecloth and there was her ass and her cunt sticking out, ready for him to screw. All he had to do was sit at the bench and aim his cock. Unless you were looking closely at him, there was nothing to make you think he was doing anything odd, let alone fucking a girl right out in public.
With remarkable aim he plowed his fat penis into the soft tissues of her cunt, his heavy weight seemed to fill her up and she could feel every inch of his long sword plow into her valley of pleasure. Her heart rose in her mouth.
She started moaning but then stopped, afraid somebody might hear. She then realized she might as well scream as loud as she wanted as the music drowned her out completely. And even if somebody did hear her, they would never think of looking under the table. They would just assume it came from one of the overzealous women on the dance floor with the flopping tits and the panties that were showing from under their skirts.
The man started to beat his pump in and out of the girl's twat. The more he moved his cock around in that hole the fatter the dick became. There seemed to be no end to how large his cock could expand. She was thankful the more he plunged his cock into her cunt, not only did his dick get larger but her cunt sprayed out more of its own lubrication so it was always able to take the increasing size of his cock.
Faster and faster he went. She could feel her inner flaps of cunt being pushed in and pulled out with each one of his attacks on her. He wrapped his hands around her waist and brought his fingers right up against her clitty. He was rubbing it back and forth with the tip of his finger three times as fast as his cock was moving like a piston in and out of her quim.
"EeeEEEEeee!" she screamed out as she began to feel her orgasm build up in her system. She knew he would beat his cock into her cunt until she came, she could feel he was in total control over that organ of delight and he was going to bring her off into a raging climax before he would dump his thick and heavy load into her. Just the thought he was going to fuck her silly made her orgasm come. She closed her eyes and neighed like a horse as the climax spilled across her body. She nearly collapsed to the floor. It was only the peg that was stuck up her twat that kept her from falling. "SSHSH!" she screamed out as her body tightened into a little orgasm-ball that was waving around on the stranger's stump. She knew there was no stopping him, that she was going to come again and again. He was a female pleasure junky: the thing that he got off on more than anything else in the world was making girls come like mother fuckers until they couldn't even stand up.
His hands moved further up her body, ripping off her blouse as they went. They grabbed at her tits as if they were handles and squeezed them. His cock dug deeper into her pit and then pulled back out so that only the thick head was still buried in her juicy membranes. But that head of cock was at least as big as three-fourths of the men's whole cocks she had up her quim in the last three weeks.
The man was slightly slouched down in his seat and was sweating quite a bit, but other than that, the passing dancers never suspected a thing. They thought he was a little drunk as opposed to being in the middle of a super hot fuck.
Doris was bouncing away under the table. Every time she bounced too much she hit her head on the bottom of the table top, so she had to restrain her motions, something that wasn't all that easy if you were fucking away at the rate she was.
"Oh, God!" she called out as she felt that stiff, fat organ enter, withdraw and then reenter her damp cunt. She was spilling out more cream than she ever had in her whole life and with every plunge of his sword there was cream spilling up and out of that hole and pouring down her leg. She felt like a oil rig that was pumping the liquid gold up and out of the earth.
His hands clasped down on her tits with more and more pressure. She could feel her stiff nipples burning holes in the palms of the man. She could feel his swinging bag of balls battering against the top of her cunt, giving her clitty the extra stimulation that made all the difference in the world.
At last she could feel the man begin to shake and wave about. She knew from experience that meant he was about to come. The juice in his nuts was beginning to boil and the muscles in his body were beginning to tighten up to the point where they would snap if he didn't have an orgasm.
Faster and faster did he batter his strong hips against hers. Not only faster, but with stiffer and stiffer motions so that every time he gave it to her she nearly collapsed on the floor. It was only his hands that were still wrapped around her chest that kept her from falling.
His cock was still expanding. It was rubbing the insides of her cunt to shit. Even the tremendous amount of cream she was dumping out couldn't keep that cock from acting a little like sandpaper on her delicate tissues.
Suddenly she could feel the man explode into her. Since it was completely dark under the table, and she couldn't feel anything else other than the cock that was stuck up her twat, and actually she couldn't hear anything other than the loud and garbled drumming of the disco music, her whole attention was centered on that man's dick which was pounding and thrusting up and out of her cunt.
She could feel it as the first rush of white cream went rushing through it and out into her pink cavern. She could feel that blob as it smashed against the insides of her cunt and splattered all the way back to her cervix. She could feel his whole plug shivering and shaking from the force of the blow that it just delivered. She suspected the man was also screaming and bellowing, but that the sound of the music was preventing her from hearing it.
He withdrew his cock with great care so that only the tip still remained, kissed and caressed by the lips of the girl's cunt. He then pulled her back using his grip hold on her tits so she sheathed the cock as opposed to him sheathing the cock into her.
It ran swiftly to the back of her lovely opening and there exploded with another round of sperm. This load came out with even more force than the first wads and really splattered the insides of her cunt up. She could feel that hot cream burning welts in the super soft material that composed the inner structure of her vagina.
Again he pulled his cock out. Every time he moved that massive organ or every time it sprayed out some more of its cream, she came again. All it took was the slightest motion, he had gotten her so high and excited.
Again he pushed that wondrous sword in, up to its hilt. Again he let loose with another big glob of goo. And then again he pulled his cock out. In that brief fraction of a second, Doris came three times, so fast in succession that it was almost silly to call them separate orgasms. It was rather, one long, sustained orgasm that was driving the girl into the outer realms of sexual experience.
Again and again the man came, though as he came more and more the wads of cream that he was depositing in her twat became smaller and smaller. At last he dumped his last gob of goo into her. She could feel the massive organ that had been planted in her slowly decrease in size and in violence. In fact, within a few seconds, it moved from being the largest dick that she ever felt to one of the smallest. It was a miracle.
Quickly he pulled his dick out of her. She fell forward onto the floor from sheer exhaustion. And, at any rate, she was unable to really get up and out of the covered table as her clothes were completely ripped. Meanwhile, she saw the man's feet shuffle around the edge of the table.. It took her a few seconds to realize that he just split and that she would most likely never see him again in her life. Too bad, she thought to herself, he had the best cock that I ever felt!
Slowly, she sank to the floor in complete satisfaction. It was as good a place to catch a little shut-eye as any, while she waited for the time when they would stage their orgy. It crossed her mind that if things were going for the others as they just went for her, the orgy might already have taken place by the time they were going to stage it.
When Doris had moved to the far side of the-dance floor, Marty moved over to the left side to see what he could find there. They didn't all want to go to the same place so that it would look like they were in a conspiracy. like Doris, he found that he had just barely enough time to sit down when a young girl in a very short dress with a scooped-out neckline so that her tits were visible right down to the top of the nipple, came over to him and with a nod of her head toward the dance floor, asked him to dance.
He nodded back that he would be delighted to and without thinking about it he found his cock starting to rise. She had a youthful body that was clearly designed and packaged to give pleasure to men, and lots of it.
As soon as they started dancing to the highly rhythmic sounds of the disco beat he found that she was slinking right up to him. She was standing so close that the tips of her tits were touching his chest. He could see through the nearly sheer material of that dress that her nipples were as hard as little rocks. They were making two little peaks on the tops of the mountains of her large tits. Those breasts were flopping up and down like two big bowls of jello as she danced to the music.
As she twisted and turned, throwing her arms this way and that, the back of her hand kept grazing against the man's crotch. He could feel she was actually rapidly flicking his dick with her fingers. As an experiment, he moved his hands so they lightly touched the upper part of her thigh. He could see she immediately moved even closer to him. Clearly the music was driving her completely crazy-she was getting hotter and hotter. And so was he!
Again he moved his hands against her body, but that time, placing them directly on her ass, up and under her very short skirt. He was startled when he realized she wasn't wearing any panties at all. His fingers slipped right into her ass crack.
The girl moved even closer to him so they were dancing breast to breast. She wedged her hands down between their bodies so she was able to clasp his cock in her hand and give it the good squeeze it deserved. At the same time, he dug his hand further around her crotch so his hands came up to the lower part of her cunt. He thrust one of his fingers up and it easily sunk into what turned out to be a real, dripping honey pot. She was horny as shit if the amount of cream she was producing was any indication.
The girl obviously came to the disco place quite a bit for once she realized that she could fuck the man she was dancing with she started to lead him over to the side of the dance floor where there were tables and benches where the patrons could smooch "and screw.
Her quick, blue eyes spied a table where a large gentleman was just leaving. She moved Marty over to that table and quickly forced him back onto the bench. She laid him out so he was on his back looking up at the light snow that was taking place on the ceiling of the dance floor.
The girl, who had long dark hair, bent over him and unzipped his fly. His penis, which was fully engorged and erect jumped out of the confines of his pants and stood like an unfurled flag. The red tip at the end was gleaming and full of hot-blooded male blood.
To his surprise, instead of licking it or anything of the sort, the girl slipped onto the bench herself and sat down at the table in a quite normal position so that to everybody on the dance floor it looked as if she was simply waiting for her date. But she actually sat down directly on his large spike which ran right up her cunt hole. It was the hottest seat in the place.
Marty was a little surprised as to how easily his cock slipped into her twat. It was one of the wettest drippiest holes he had ever been in, though it was very tight and well formed. He could feel she had very strong cuntal lips and she had very good control over the rings of muscle that ran around the insides of her hole.
In fact, since to the outer world she looked like-or was supposed to look like, she was just sitting on the bench, and not sitting on the man's upright cock, she couldn't bounce around very much at all. All of the motion actually was just contractions and expansions of the muscles that surrounded and composed her cunt.
Marty lay under the weight of the girl. He could feel her warm ass as it rested on his pelvis. And he could feel his cock stuck up her cunt. It was the oddest fuck he ever had in his life. For one thing, he was used to really moving around quite a bit when he screwed, and in this case they were nearly stationary. He wondered if he would be able to come. But the girl continued to sit there, moving her hips ever so slightly and undulating the inner muscles of her quim.
Slowly, Marty began to feel how exciting that small motion was. It was very subtle and delicate. And after a while he realized the hard thing would be to keep from bouncing around wildly as his orgasm started to progress. He knew the girl would have the same problem, in fact, her problem was worse in that she could be seen by the people that surrounded them and even her facial expression couldn't give away the fact that she was coming. .
Marty was beginning to sweat. The girl's twat was the most highly trained cunt that he had ever been inside of. It was simply unnecessary for her to move more than she was, for it was, even at that slow speed, the sexiest thing he had ever felt. He suspected that when he finally did come he was going to come with the sort of explosion that only comes once or twice a year-if you're lucky. The kind of orgasm that seems to wrench every inner organ you have and have all your fluids go rushing out your cock all at once.
She was slowly increasing the speed of her cuntal contractions. Marty could feel his large dick being massaged by those wondrous movements better than could be gotten by the swift motion of a tongue.
It was the girl though, who started to come first. As it turned out, nothing turned her on more than to be sitting in a public place, right on the cock of a man, coming like a house on fire.
Sweat started to break out on her forehead. She took out a pair of sunglasses from her purse and put them on. That way she could squint and let her eyeballs roll up into her head and not have everybody that was around her realize she was in fact being fucked. Her fingers gripped the edge of the table and pressed. Her whole body tightened up and started to twitch.-The nipples that were visible under the material of her dress could be seen, on close examination to be bouncing around like little fireflies on a hot night.
But despite her greatest attempts at will power she simply could not sit still as her body started to respond to the rising tide of orgasm that was rushing up and down her spine. She started to move and jiggle to the left and right so it looked like she had ants in her panties.
Back and forth she rocked, moving her hips up and down as she went. She was still doing the number with the rings of muscles that were lining her cuntal passage, but their subtle motions became lost as her whole body began to swing to the sounds of the music and dance to the inner rhythms of her body.
"Oh, shit! Does that ever feel good!" she cried out at last, so loud that even over the music Marty could hear her.
"Fuck me, baby! Fuck me good!" he cried back, but he wasn't sure that he was heard, not only because the music was loud, but because she seemed so into her fucking and approaching orgasm that the outer world was simply a blur to her.
"What a nice cock you've got," she screamed out again. "I'm going to fuck it silly!"
She simply started to bounce up and down like a maniac behind the table. But in many ways, doing that was not more visible than if she was just sitting there, and in some ways a lot less in that everybody else in the room was dancing, even the people at the tables, so that if she stayed still-then she would look odd.
Faster and faster she moved, her body wriggling and writhing on the man's cock. Her tits always seemed in danger of throbbing right out of her bodice and once or twice they did, but her quick hands stuffed them right back in. She did it with such precision that it was clear she had a lot of practice doing just that.
The girl was getting tenser and tenser. Her brow was wrinkled into knots. Tears were running from the corners of her sunglass-covered eyes. Her skin was shimmering and shaking as small little skin-quakes rumbled through her body. She was coming close to climax like a speeding train approaches a small town that it's going to roll right through.
Marty could feel the tremendous amount of hot cream that her cunt was producing come rolling down his cock and landing on his pants. He knew his pants were going to be plenty stained from all that cunt-juice but there was nothing to be done about it. It was surely worth it to be fucked in such an unusual way.
She was really bouncing around and Marty hoped she would come pretty soon in that he knew he couldn't hold out much longer. His balls were burning with his hot load. And it was a bigger wad of cream in there than usual. The thought of having an orgy in a disco really turned him on and his ball-like glands were working overtime producing the necessary cream. His nuts were super-laden with the stuff and he knew that all that cream was going to go rushing into the cunt of the girl that was riding on him. There was no way that only part of it was going to go rushing in-all of it would!
Her hands reached down. One of them grabbed his head of dark hair and the other sank into his crotch, grabbing hold of his balls and squeezing.
She pulled up on him while driving her own body downward. At that very moment her entire soul exploded like a hydrogen bomb going off underwater. She opened her mouth and screamed out loud and long:
"FFFUFUFUCUCUCKCKKEKEERER!" she cried out into the super-charged atmosphere of the disco club. But again nobody paid her particular mind as everybody was screaming and living it up. Her body went completely out of control like a car that lost its brakes on a downward hill.
She started careening all over the bench. Marty was worried that she might move the wrong way and really hurt his dick, but she seemed to be as good as a pro in those respects, and even though her body was flopping all over the fucking place, she made sure she never lost the man's cock for that was her ticket to pleasure.
The more she bounced around on his dick the closer and closer did he come to coming himself. He could feel his hormones start to rush through his blood stream. His fingers moved up to her thighs and were holding on for dear life. The muscles which formed most of the meat of his body were tensed and twitching with excitement.
He could feel the gushing hot fluids of his testicles as that cream started to flow against the force of gravity up his dick tube. His pelvis gave a mighty jerk as that cream went flying into the dark cavern of the orgasmic girl. His first wad nearly emptied half of his load right into her. His dick was like a giant rocket launcher sending liquid rockets into the dark space between the young girl's legs.
They were both coming together and both of them screaming in tandem. And despite their furious behavior, nobody else was looking at them. The other people in the other booths were fucking themselves and the people on the dance floor were looking to get fucked and nobody was much interested in what appeared to be a single girl bouncing around on a bench quite out of her head.
Marty's cock readied another salvo of white foam and then sent that in. He could almost hear it splatter against the soft inner walls of her vagina. He certainly could feel her recoil from the burning pressure of it. Again and again his cock spit out a white blob, filling that hole of pleasure up with his living cream. Though since she was sitting on top of him, her cunt was facing downward so that much of the stuff that he was shooting up into was falling back down onto him. His pants grew more and more wet as the fucking session continued.
He was surprised at how long he could keep it up. Even after the major blasts had spent themselves and all that was coming out of his cock was the remainders of what was in his nuts, his dick remained as hard as a baseball bat.
Again and again did she smash her ass down on his upper pelvis. As far as he could tell from his position, she was coming again every time she did that. She must have come fifty times since she started. And still his cock remained hard-even after everything in his balls had been sprayed out. The only thing he was able to figure out was that the position and the place was so exciting that he was able to maintain an erection even after orgasm-and for that he was glad as she had the best feeling cunt he had ever the pleasure to thrust a burning cock into.
Suddenly she was finished with him. He didn't quite see what went on, but somehow she had raised her body off him, letting his still-rigid dick fall out of her cunt hole. At the same time she swiftly got out from behind the table and dumped him onto the floor with a twist of her arms. He found himself rolling under the tablecloth and landing on another body down there. By the time he figured out what was going on, he realized she would not be there any longer if he lifted his head out to see where she went.
But then he turned around to see what body he fell upon. To his great surprise, it was his wife Doris, and she was looking at him with as great a surprise on her face as he was looking at her.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" she asked, though she had to speak fairly loudly to be heard over the blaring music.
"I was just about to ask you the same thing," said the man as he looked at her ripped and torn dress. Her boobs were hanging out and her cunt was smelling like a fish market. She obviously had been having a rather interesting time.
The edge of the table cloth lifted up. A face was stuck underneath. It was Sarah. "So they didn't lie! They did end up kicking you all under here!"
"What are you talking about?" asked George.
"Well, I ended up fucking with these two chicks in the girl's room. They were damned good and by the time they were finished with me I could barely walk. While I lay there on the floor they looked down at me and said they were agents of this place and that they spied us coming in the door. Somehow they knew we were nudists from the camp and that every so often a bunch of us came down here and tried to cause trouble. They found the easiest way to deal with us was to fuck us silly. And then they advised me I better not come back. The things they have planned for second timers aren't nearly as pleasant."
"Well, I'll be," said Doris, "I guess that it worked after all. We did cause a little orgy, though it sure was different from what I thought it would be."
"That's for sure!" they all said as they laughed and tried to get up and out from under the table. It was one of the best nights they had spent even if they didn't get the whole place to take off their clothes.