Chapter 9
Janice still worked in construction, although not for my firm, and Angie, as I've said, is my secretary. We do a lot of playing along with our work, but sometimes we need a true vacation. So, not too long ago, when my sister's husband Sam was away on a business trip, the three of us took off for a week in the mountains.
We rented a cabin by a lake, and got down to some serious relaxation. On the first two days, Janice, Angie, and I had a couple of leisurely threesomes, free from prying eyes. We enjoyed some great meals that we cooked over a wood fire, and we spent a lot of time just sitting on the rustic porch, gazing at the blue water. At night, we all slept together in a big bed under a handmade quilt.
"This is pretty easy to take," my beautiful, dark-haired sister commented.
"It doesn't get much better than this," I agreed.
"You only go around once, so you'd better go for it," said my buff wife, completing our catalog of clich‚s.
Then, on the third day, the nudists arrived.
"Look!" Angie exclaimed, when she and I walked out the front door that morning. "Maybe I'm still dreaming, but aren't those folks naked?"
"They are," I confirmed, looking around. Indeed, there were a dozen people cavorting on the stony beach and in the water, and none of them had on a stitch of clothing.
Janice joined us. "What? Naked fuckers?" she reacted characteristically, making us chuckle.
But we soon found out what was going on.
"Hi," said a tanned young guy, making his way up to our porch. "We're a nudist club, and I hope we won't disturb you. We've rented several cabins on either side of yours. We come out here every summer."
"No wonder our rent was cheap," I chuckled. "But, no, we're broad-minded. The proof is that I'm here with these two women."
I didn't tell him that one of them was my sister!
So I invited the guy to stay for a cup of morning coffee. Sitting back, he told us that nudism was very much alive, even in the 1990s.
"I thought it was a thing of the past, like, when some people had to use it as an excuse for orgies," commented Angie.
"Yeah," nodded Janice. "I know there are bare-assed beaches everywhere in the world now, but I didn't know there were still organized clubs."
"The point being," I concluded, "that when people can wear thongs and have sex any which way they want, we've sort of gone beyond nudism!"
But our visitor assured us that there remained a place for his and his friends' pursuit, for soaking up sunshine and being as natural as God had made them.
"That doesn't rule out sex, though," he laughed. And if there was any doubt, his cock was half-hard between his tanned legs!
My wife and sister had seen that, too, and surely their proximity was a reason for it. They and I were wearing shorts and T-shirts, though, and that suddenly seemed inappropriate. "When in Rome, do as the Romans do." And when naked people have taken over your whole section of the lake, the same thing applies.
So, with a smile, Angela stood up and shucked off her threads, revealing her slender but large-breasted body. Janice did-likewise, baring her buff form. And so did I, finding that my cock was getting hard, as well.
In short, our vacation changed, and we became nudists for the rest of the week. What crazy adventures we were always finding!
There followed plenty of sex and plenty of swinging, to put it mildly. But what I remember most are the turn-ons that led to it, so here are a couple of those.
One afternoon, someone launched a motorboat for some water-skiing. Angie and I had done some of that before, but Janice hadn't and was content to just watch. When it was my sister's and my turn, we were able to execute some imagine moves after a bit of practice. In one of them, she got up on my shoulders as we whizzed around the lake.
I ask you to imagine that. We were nude, of course, so my own sister's pussy was right on my neck! She had recently shaved again, and I felt her scratchy fur on my back hair, not to mention her moistening labia on my skin. And the fact that I was grasping her luscious thighs to support her made her juice even more.
There was what it did to me, as well. The people in the boat smiled when they saw they were towing a happy guy with a huge erection!
"That was wild," Angie panted, when we'd cut loose the tow-rope and skis and were standing together in chest-deep water. "Now we've got to do something about it, Bro."
"Damn right," I laughed. "I'll race you back to the cabin."
The prospect of seeing her jaunty buns and her bouncing breasts in such a race excited me. But she had an even better idea.
"No, Nick," she said wantonly. "I want to do it right here!"
I had never done it in water with any woman, so I was in for a real treat. Quickly, my sexy sister grabbed my shoulders and raised herself up. Then, with a gleeful expression on her lovely face, she brought her pussy down onto my underwater cock!
Sex was so easy, there in the water. The buoyancy made every movement graceful and effortless, lending a fluidity that matched the environment. Angie boffed me in long, slow strokes, taking my whole, throbbing length.
"Ohhh, yeah!" I sighed, as a wonderful feeling rose in me. "Ohhh, this is great!"
"Isn't it, though?" my sister breathed. "I think I'm going to come soon!"
But I did have time to enjoy another phenomenon: her large, half-floating breasts! Where I was standing, they were right at the surface, her hard red nipples precisely on the dividing line between lake and sky. They looked so nice that we both looked down and watched them as we fucked.
"Ohhh, see my titties!" Angie laughed. "Don't you just love them, Nick?"
"You narcissist!" I replied. "But, yeah, I wish every horizon was marked like this!"
There were two more things I discovered about doing it in water. First, my partner was able to raise her legs without even hugging me with them. That gave total access to her pussy, but total freedom of movement, too, since I didn't even hold her up by her buns. Indeed, she made like she was treading water, which made wild things happen inside her. And those things, of course, were communicated to my cock!
"Ohhh, you feel so good in there!" I told her.
"You feel real good, too, Bro," she sighed. "But now, let's come!"
Then we did, with a strong, fluid orgasm that brought peace and release. I lunged up into her, she brought her mound down on me and held it there, and she dug her fingers into my shoulders. I did grab and squeeze her underwater buns now, adding to our excitement.
"Ohhh, Nickie!" my sister squealed, her lovely body quivering.
"Ohhh, yeah!" I went. "Ohhhhh!"
And that led to the second additional thing about waterborne sex. I decided to shoot outside her, and when I did, my stuff formed intricate white ribbons in the mountain lake!
I let Angie go, and we waded to shore. We'd gone from water-skiing to water-fucking, all on one golden afternoon! Some of the other nudists noticed it, too, and they heartily approved. What adventures we got into, and if they'd known they'd really seen incest, they probably would still have approved!
But I didn't neglect my buff wife, Janice. And she got into her own, congenial brand of sex.
On another afternoon, everybody chose up sides and played touch football on the grass above the beach.
"How are we going to tell the teams apart?" I asked. It seemed like a logical question to me, since everybody was bare-assed!
"Hey, I guess we'll have to make an exception to our lifestyle," one of the nudists said. "We'll have to have 'shirts' and 'skins.'"
So one team did put on T-shirts. But, talk about kinky, they were still bottomless! The men still had their cocks hanging out, and the women had shamelessly exposed pussies and buns.
I remembered one time at a conventional picnic, when someone had also suggested shirts and skins. He'd forgotten there were women on the teams, and before he corrected his mistake, one of them had actually pulled up her top, playfully showing us her breasts!
I also thought of how women tended to be less self-conscious than men about nudity. Often, my wife walked around the house bottomless, as if the fact that she had something on above made up for it!
At any rate, we started to play touch football. And, to connect it to Janice, she was really in her element. She was in such terrific shape, and a natural athlete as well, that she ran rings around everybody else in the game.
I ought to know, since I was on the opposite side. In the middle of one play, she came straight at me, carrying the ball.
"Go, Jan, go!" her teammates cheered; they were the 'skins'.
"I've gotcha," I responded, reaching out my hands for nothing other than her naked breasts.
"Get out of the way, you fucking hubby," she shouted hoarsely, being as butch as she could.
That threw me off guard for just an instant. It was enough, though, that I contacted one breast, but not the other. And since it was two-handed touch, my wife raced on past me and scored a touchdown.
"We ought to make it so the guys have to touch breasts," one fellow said, having noted my attempt. "And that the girls have to touch cocks!"
It was getting really raunchy; those nudists did have sex on the brain.
Oh, and I should mention that the people who weren't playing acted as cheerleaders on the sidelines. They jumped up and down, tits and cocks bouncing!
In the end, largely due to her efforts, Janice's team won. At least it wasn't a tie, which would have been like kissing your sister. That didn't apply in my case, though, because I was fucking my sister!
But my buff wife wasn't the only one who would have a "big score"!
"Damn, that was a turn-on," I told her, when we got back to our cabin. Angie was off with some other man, and we had the place to ourselves.
"It got me all hot and sweaty, too," she said, looking at me wantonly. "Nickie guy, we need to fuck!"
There was no argument from me. I peeled off my shirt, and prepared to give it to her any way she wanted it.
But that "way" turned out to be as kinky as the rest of the game!
My wife grabbed the edge of a rustic table and bent over, wiggling her naked butt at me.
"Pretend you're the quarterback," she said, over her shoulder. "And that I'm the center."
She paused. "But instead of me hiking you the ball," she concluded, "you give me your prick!"
"I'll give you some balls, too!" I responded, going her one better. But then I stepped up behind her, and got on down to business.
Holding onto her trim waist, I plunged my rigid member into her tight, slippery pussy to the hilt. Without a pause, I began thrusting powerfully, using my whole length. I put it to her with all the strength I had in me.
"Hey, Nick!" she reacted. "You're a regular wild man today. You're a 'Nick-prick!'"
"That's because you inspired it," I laughed, still lunging for all I was worth. "You showed your athletic prowess, and now I'm showing mine. This is a physical fuck, bar none!"
Hotter and hotter we got, and higher and higher we built. As I looked down at Janice, I reveled in her buff body as never before. There were her tensing buns, her curving, muscular back, her well-defined shoulders and arms, and her blonde, nodding head. That wasn't to mention her taut thighs below, which I was meeting with mine. She was so strong, and yet it was a feminine strength. Excuse the expression, but my wife was one bitchin' broad!
"Ungh! Ungh!" I grunted, as I banged her to a finish. I was still thinking of football, and I was nearing the goal line.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" she echoed, bucking back at me. Her pussy set up a powerful suction, and I could actually hear the sound it made on my cock.
Then I plunged into the end zone, and Janice joined me. "Aangh!" we roared, like the crowd at a stadium. "Aangh! Aangh!" Our bodies stiffened, our fingers and toes curled, and our heads swam from the sheer strength of it. "Aaaangh!"
And I shot big gobs of my hot stuff inside her, as I hadn't with Angie in the water. In fact, my big cock shot deeper than it ever had before!
So those were a couple of wild, turned-on times with my sister and my spouse, at the impromptu nudist colony by the lake. We'd had threesomes, too, like I said.
Before our week's vacation was over, though, I had another threesome. It didn't involve Angela and Janice, who were doing some outside swinging themselves, but it was just as wild in a way all its own!
To tell the truth, I had never been attracted to fat women, as my previous choice of partners would indicate. The farthest I had gone-except for Eileen, whom I sure as hell didn't count-was someone like Mona, whose breasts were huge but the rest of whose body was average in build. With the world being so fitness conscious, I guess I thought that women should keep themselves in better shape.
But that was before I met Cathy and Carol!
They were two of the nudists, and were only in their early twenties. There was something about fat young women, it seemed, that made them more desirable than older ones. Maybe it was because their excess flesh was still firm, not saggy, so that they gave the impression of being ripe and fully packed. I'm sorry if I'm objectifying here, but I was trying to come to terms with my new attraction.
Cathy and Carol were tanned, too, from all their outdoor living. They were blondes, but their big bodies were brown as berries. I might have missed the big rolls of white flesh that were the traditional attributes of overweight women, but their tans made them look even better.
Yes, those two were "plumpers," as the saying goes, or, because of their youth, "chubettes"! And, while the other nude males liked and were liked by them, too, one night they got eyes for me.
So, here's how I suddenly got almost more than I could handle. Indeed, here's how I had tons of fun!
After dinner, Cathy and Carol invited me to their cabin. We didn't need to strip down, because we were already nude, which was an advantage of our environment. But I did take in their ballooning breasts, their rounded bellies, their massive butts, and their thick thighs, for the first time in a sexual way. I was pleased to see that my cock got hard instantly, and so were they. Truly, my manhood was bigger than usual, maybe in tribute to their own size. In addition, there was not just one, but two of them!
Not knowing just how to proceed in the face of so much naked femininity, I lay back on the bed and let them make the first move. And make it, they did! They bounced down on either side of me, almost breaking the springs. In fact, I thought I might be crushed, but what a way to go!
"Ohhh, yeah," Carol purred, reaching down to stroke my upright cock. She was sort of an earthy type, like Janice but with at least twice the weight.
"Oooh, wow!" gushed Cathy, getting her hot hand on my member, as well. She was the quintessential cute young "chubette"!
They kept stroking me, until I was feeling very, very good. I was also turned on by the sight of their full, intent faces, and by the feel of their heavy, naked bodies, which I was hugging. But I didn't come, because I wanted to see what else they had in store for me.
And, sure enough, they went on to suck me, too! First, moving lower on the bed, they licked up and down my sensitive shaft, one on either side. Then they took turns giving me head. Besides the sensation of having two women doing me, their thick lips and their chubby cheeks made for an oral experience I'd never had before!
"Ohhh, yeah!" I sighed, reaching down and caressing their ample shoulders. "Do that, lovers!"
"Are you sure you don't think we're too fat?"
Carol asked, when her mouth happened to be off me.
"Oh, no!" I protested. "like they say, and if you'll excuse me, there's just more of you to love. And if I can add to that, you have twice the sex in you!"
Speaking of "in," though, it was time for us to do a lot more. I really wanted to boff those big babes, and they weren't exactly unwilling. So I motioned for them to stop sucking my cock and move higher on the bed again. But then they began boffing me!
First, Carol got on top. She held some of her weight off me, but she let me have plenty of it, too. Her big breasts sat on my chest, pressing out to the sides, and her round belly heavily contacted my middle. I looked up at her lustful, moon-like face, and I reached down and stroked her great warm buns. Yes, a sexy fat woman could really occupy your body and your mind!
She took in my cock and lunged back and forth on it. Imagine my surprise when I found that her pussy was as narrow and tight as the rest of her wasn't! Maybe it was because she was young, or maybe many overweight women were that way. In any event, the contrast was wild.
And she had such an appetite for sex! In fact, her eyes bulged and her generous mouth drooled as she balled me. Her pussy, too, put out oodles of hot, slick stuff.
"Ohhh, yeah!" I gasped, completely giving myself over to her. "There is more of you to love!"
I felt awash in a sea of lust. And, although I'd often enjoyed Janice's strength, this was feminine power in a whole different way.
"That's right, Nick," she laughed, and I could feel the sensation in her entire body. "You didn't know what you were missing!"
I could hardly miss someone like her! Carol kept balling me like gangbusters, her full flesh a symphony of sexual motion. While her pussy was tight and my cock was big, I thought she might even pull me inside and make me a part of her. But, again, what a way to go!
Then I came, with a blast as huge as she was! I had considered holding off so I could bang Cathy, too, but I now knew that wasn't going to be a problem. With women like those to inspire me, I could get it up again in a minute.
"Ohhh! Ohhh, damn!" I bellowed, as I shot a massive load. "Ohhh, what a great big O this is!"
"Ohhh. Ohhhhh!" my partner chorused, coming too. But her orgasm, of course, was even bigger.
It was almost beyond description. Every inch of her body shivered and quivered, and there were a lot of inches to do so! Her blonde head nodded, and her breasts, belly, and buns shook with ecstasy. Her wide mouth panted and drooled, and her pussy juice flooded.
"Ohhhh!" she went again. She was like a world of sex, a wonder of nature!
Carol collapsed down onto me, threatening to crush me with her weight once more. But then she rolled off, because it was time for me to get back to pleasure. It was Cathy's turn now!
Sure enough, I was hard again quickly. And the second bulky blonde presented a less formidable task, if you could call it that. Where her friend had banged me, she just lay back and waited to be banged.
So I got on top of her, which was almost like climbing a mountain of love! With average women, I might have supported myself on my elbows, but with her, my limbs could scarcely reach the bed. She didn't seem to mind, either, because she had enough mass to hold me up.
Her breasts and her belly were like marvelous pillows. Her warm, billowy flesh felt wonderful, as I practically rolled around on it. When the time came for entry, I had trouble finding her pussy, but she spread her thick thighs wider and eased me down, then up and into it. Despite her size, it was just as tight as her friend's!
I began thrusting away, or rather, bouncing on her! If I'd thought I was in danger of being engulfed by Carol, then Cathy was even more formidable. I wondered if I'd be sucked into her through my cock. Even more, though, I might dive in and lose myself in a sea of bliss!
But there was something else about her. Damn, if she wasn't ticklish! Her flesh seemed more sensitive because there was so much of it, but how could sex affect a woman that way? It was the act itself, too, not anything I did, such as touch her with my hands.
"Hee, hee, hee!" she giggled, her cute face looking up at me. "Oooh!"
"Hey, you're amazing," I laughed, being infected by her merriment. And I kept on laughing, too!
But her ticklishness only made our encounter better. It set her body in incredible motion, as her naked flesh shook and she heaved under me. That's not to mention what it did to her pussy. If you've never balled a woman while she was giggling, then you don't know what exciting convulsions it causes in her quim!
"Oh, wow!" I exclaimed. "You're too much, and I mean that literally. I've gotta come, girl. I've gotta let loose and come!"
"Then come, man," Cathy tittered, as her huge tits cushioned my chest. "And so will I!"
At that, we underwent a huge orgasm, one that shivered our timbers, rattled our cages, and blew our minds. I plunged my cock all the way into her and held it there, our pelvises trying to become one.
We came for a long, long time, and it only got better. Fireworks went off in our heads, and the sheer size of what we were feeling virtually overwhelmed us. I shot and shot and shot, as her juice squirted out around me. Big woman? Huge climax!
"Ohhh, yeah!" I gasped. "I never would have believed this!"
"Believe it," my partner responded, her giggles having at last subsided. "And I've gotta say this. Once you go "fat," you'll never go back!"
"Ohhh!" we went. "Ohhh, ohhh, ohhhhh!"
At last, our orgasm was over. I reluctantly pulled out of her, and lay back on the mattress between her and Carol. I felt totally drained and exhausted, as if I'd laid four women instead of two. In a way, I had!
I'd done all I could do, and had been richly rewarded. My cup had run over! I'd remember those two for a long, long time, and I would never look at "fat" women quite the same way again.
I thought of balling them once more, maybe both at one time, but I just couldn't. I envisioned myself on top, sliding from one to the other, and a marvelous picture it was. But it would have to remain a mental picture, maybe for a future wet dream.
Nor did they get into it with each other, since that apparently wasn't their style. But what they had done had been more than enough, just as they themselves were!
Finally, I dragged myself up and out of their cabin, there at the mountain lake. Carol and Cathy got up, also, and saw me to the door, standing on either side of me and hugging and kissing me for all they were worth.
And that was a lot. Anyone looking on would have seen two naked young women twice my size, practically "smooshing" me between them!
When I staggered back to my own cabin, Janice and Angie were waiting up for me. It was almost as if they weren't there, though, because they looked so slender by comparison. I knew I would soon go back to them, too, in spite of what Cathy had said. But I had experienced a sort of revelation.
"Did you have fun, Nick?" my buff wife asked me.
"Oh, you don't know," I replied. "I did have tons of fun."
"Well, that's how sex should be," my sister commented.
But little did she know how good two heavy women had made it for me. The experience had been just as wild as sex with my dear, sweet sis!
Then our week at the lake was over. We said good-bye to the nudists who had made it such a crazy time, and we headed home to the city.
There, we had more sexy adventures!