10 comments/ 49595 views/ 7 favorites New Generations By: BenLong It started as just another normal Saturday; at least it was normal until I woke up with my cock in the mouth of a beautiful woman. Not that I minded being awakened that way, it's just that I'd really have liked a bit more sleep. I'd been out of the country on business which was not nearly as common an occurrence for me today as it was 20 years ago. Now I'm the head trouble shooter; when the chips are down, they call me. Otherwise it goes to one of the younger crewmembers. This time I'd been gone for a full two week stretch, the airplane landing just before midnight. By the time I got home it was almost 2 AM in Southern California. I'd just worked multiple long days with very little sleep and I'd really planned on sleeping just a little later than 8 o'clock but Debs, my gorgeous wife of 26 years, apparently had different plans. She was lying sideways across the bed ministering to my now erect cock as I gradually came awake. She was just out of my reach where I'd have to shift to be able to touch her. Lying supine on the bed I was torn between the desire to just close my eyes and go back to sleep and the desire to have the need that she'd stirred up fulfilled. I shifted and reached for her but she pulled away. She giggled. "Remember the old days when you were hard before I started sucking you off?" I did, and it didn't seem that long ago; back in my twenties, even into my thirties, when I woke nearly every day with a hard-on. I normally sleep on my back and even in winter seldom need anything other than a sheet. Being a natural early riser I generally get up and leave a sleeping Debs as I go to work. But on those occasional Saturdays where I sleep in Debs often gets up ahead of me. And on those days where I do try to sleep in, not only does she wake before me, she often wakes and demands a little loving. Debs has always delighted in waking me in that most exquisite fashion. When she wanted to just love on me she'd move away so I couldn't touch her (at least to start with) and make love to my cock with her mouth. But when she was wanting for herself also, as soon as I awoke she'd turn over me into a 69 until we'd both cum for the first time. Invariably we'd spend the morning in bed; back in those early days we'd make love for hours. But time moves on, and although we still did it multiple times a week, now more often than not once was enough, although it wasn't unusual to do it before we went to sleep and again when we woke up. Other times we might get hot and bothered and do it with a porno movie in the living room and later do it again in bed -- but the hours on end of uninterrupted sex were a thing of the past. At least hours on end were a thing of the past when they were left to occur naturally. Like many others we discovered the magic pill for me and astro-glide for Debs. But still not every day was a special day and the natural reactions still worked much of the time. "I love the way he's soft and when I take him entirely in my mouth he just keeps getting bigger and bigger," she interspersed between licking the shaft like a lollipop and sucking the head into her mouth. I know this is true, I can't say how many times over the years I've heard her say this. Debs expertly worked me toward an orgasm, but stopped long before I peaked. Turning and straddling me, she lowered her warm and wet pussy onto my cock. The ease with which her pussy slipped down over her now hardened toy confirmed how turned on she was, or maybe that she'd been playing with another toy before she woke me. I reached up and cupped her breasts, gently rolling her hardening nipples. Despite two kids, both away now in college, her breasts were still self-supporting and firm, belying her forty something age. Credit good genes and her devotion to regular workouts at the gym for that. "You haven't done this in quite a while," I commented to her as she slowly rose up and down on my cock, leaning forward so it put pressure inside her pussy to her most sensitive spot. "Did you miss me?" I pulled her breasts toward me, she leaned forward and I sucked her nipples. "Yeah, partly." She didn't stop her motion, now rocking her hips more than rising up and down. "Partly?" I questioned, between licks to the sweet cherries that ornamented her breasts. "And what's the other part that made you so horny this morning?" In response she straightened up, leaning back, with my cock inside her and began to rub her fingers up and down alongside her clit. Not touching the nub itself but rubbing both sides of it. "Oh God, I wanted to do this last night but you were so tired." She wetly licked a finger and then exposing her clit with the fingers of her other hand, rubbed her dampened finger on the head. "Will you suck my clit? I want to sit on your mouth. I want you to make me cum with your tongue." "Come on up here," I answered, reaching for her hips. She rose off my cock and moved forward straddling my shoulders, kneeling so her pussy slid right into place against my mouth. Debs tried shaving once but didn't like the itch. Now she keeps herself neatly trimmed. I hungrily started to suck her pussy but she reached down pulling her pussy lips away so her clit was totally exposed. I began to lick, searching for her vagina. "No, just my clit, use your tongue on my clit." Her fingers again straddled her clit, one on each side, digging in and rubbing hard as I deftly flicked the little red nub with my tongue. When she pulled her lips back like that, I noticed how much her clit looked like a little penis. "Yes, just.. like that..... just.... like....... aaghhh -- so good." She collapsed against my face, her knees coming together to squeeze my head, trying to ride through the ecstasy of orgasm. I held my tongue for a moment or two feeling the throb of her clit against it, then moved it again to feel her jump from the stimulation. "Stop that, you brat," she said, gently slapping the top of my head. "I'mff nof fa oneth thithing on someone's face," I answered as she pulled away from my face. Spinning, she attacked my cock, doing her best to again take my still hardened member as deeply into her mouth as she could. Once again in a 69, I knew better than to directly attack her clit again, but savored the nectar of her pussy, sucking her lips, fucking her with my tongue, only occasionally tickling her pink bud with my tongue. She really was attacking my cock however, not just the gentle lovemaking of a few minutes before, but a lustful attempt to swallow me whole. Sitting up she rose up and pulled off, sliding her body down toward my feet to once again impale herself on me, now in a Reverse Cowgirl. She jammed my cock hard into her pussy, bouncing down hard, pulling up, then bouncing down again to drive my cock hard into herself. Again and again, bouncing and growling, trying to get herself off again. "Fuck....Fuck....Fuck," escaped from her teeth with each bounce on my cock. She again reached for her clit, but couldn't work herself and ride me at the same time. She rose, reached for my hand, and pulled me with her to the floor. Dropping to her elbows and knees, she presented me with her ass and pussy. "Fuck me hard" was all she said. I slid in behind her. As I penetrated, her shoulders dropped to the floor, her face turning to one side, her pussy - sopping wet. With virtually no resistance, I rammed my cock home pulled back and did it again. She wanted it hard -- I gave it to her hard, my balls slapping forward with each thrust, banging her fingers which were once again busily rubbing around her clit, where she was masturbating while I fucked her. I felt her begin to tense and then convulse in orgasm, but I wasn't there yet. She was so wet, so slippery, the stimulation so subtle, that I lasted much longer as I only slowly approached orgasm -- but there was just enough sensation. I continued to pound her, slamming hard again and again, until with a grunt I came myself. Together we collapsed onto the floor, my cum and her pussy juice mixing into a messy pool on the carpet. We didn't care. I awoke to Debs' ass snuggled against my now limp cock, back in bed where we'd crawled after we recovered enough to do that. She stirred below my arm as my hand fondly hefted her breast, my thumb and forefinger rolling her nipple. "Thanks. I needed that," she whispered, obviously sated for the moment. "You never did answer me," I quietly stated. "What's that?" "You said "partly" when I asked if you were horny because you missed me." "Yeah, aren't you excited too?" "About what?" I questioned until her "you goof" look with a silly smirk on her face made me realize what she was talking about. "Oh, you mean about them coming to visit?" "Of course." She was referring to our impending visit from Jenny and Bill, our friends, our lovers of many years. Jenny and Debs had started out as many friends do, working out together at the gym, shopping together, eventually they were doing virtually everything together. As they got to know each other better, they shared more and more intimate details of their lives, or at least Debs shared with Jenny. Jenny wasn't quite so forthcoming in return. It soon became apparent to Debs that Jenny and Bill's love life was practically nonexistent and at the same time Jenny started to figure out that maybe she was missing something. When Jenny started talking about getting a divorce, Debs and I stepped up, ultimately saving their marriage. To make a long story short, we became a foursome, friends and lovers, and it had lasted for years -- until Bill's advancement in the company moved them to the east coast nearly 12 years before. The four of us had been practically married together -- four of us sharing virtually everything. In those days I traveled for business quite a bit and when I was gone Debs often stayed with them at their house. We vacationed together, did nearly everything together, including having kids together. Our first kids were born just two weeks apart. When we were trying to get pregnant was the only period in those years that we were once again monogamous, although once the girls were pregnant they both had ravenous sexual appetites. When Bill and Jenny moved east it was an emotional loss leaving a hollow feeling for both couples. We missed them and they missed us. We visited them one year, they visited us another. Our kids flew out and spent the summer with them one year; we had all four with us another. But, as time moved on, so did our closeness, until suddenly we hadn't seen them for nearly four years. Our last time together had been an adults-only cruise, just the four of us -- no kids, in the Greek Isles. Now they were coming to visit, a two week trip back to see us. Debs and I lay there quietly for a few moments. "When was the last time we did something really wild?" "Like what?" I answered, after pondering her question for a few moments. "Like when we decided to teach Jenny and Bill. Crazy like that. Something that most people don't do." I thought about it for a while before answering. "Making love on the beach in Hawaii?" "That's a good one. I didn't think of that one." It had been a vacation to Maui; we'd "discovered" (actually Debs discovered before we left - by way of Google and a search for "Hawaii Nude Beaches") a semi-secluded beach called Little Beach, not surprisingly, right next to "Big Beach." We sunbathed and swam naked during the day, but the beach was full of people. We went back that night, went skinny-dipping again and made love in the moonlight. We lay there for a few more minutes before Debs spoke again. "We're going to have a pool party when Jenny and Bill are here. I've been talking with Jen, she suggested it." I thought about it for a moment, "That should be fun, but I don't get it. What's so wild about a pool party?" "It's going to be on July 14th." She stated this as if it meant something to me but when I looked at her with a befuddled expression she explained. "July 14th is National Nude Day so we thought we'd have a naked pool party." ~ How does one go about choosing a guest list and planning a nude pool party and inviting the guests? I still don't know about the planning and choosing as it was Jen and Debs decided who would be invited. How does one decide which of our friends and acquaintances will want to attend, and who won't? Being professionals, being executives with layers of people that we deal with daily or only occasionally, Debs and I both have reputations to maintain, appearances to keep up. Although we commonly swim nude in the privacy of our home pool, and as evidenced by our Hawaiian experience we aren't averse to going naked on the beach if that's allowed, we've never been sharing of our clothing optional preferences with most of the rest of the world. At least, not until now. As for the inviting, Debs personally hand delivered all the invitations, just so the recipients wouldn't think it was a prank. In Celebration of National Nude Day We're having a Pool Party! Saturday July 14 Clothing Optional, Adults Only Don't be a Prude Lets Party Nude! Later when I asked Debs who she and Jen had invited and how they decided who to invite, she said they "just knew." I suppose it's a girl thing. Women interact and learn things about each other that men don't. You'll never hear a man say "I'm going to the restroom, Bill, care to go with me?" Women do this all the time; if one has to go to the restroom, they go in packs. Apparently there are things that transpire while they're together in restrooms that we men never know about. She gave me a few names, some that surprised me, others that didn't. I pressed her on how she knew who to invite and she said "Like, just who are you wanting to know about? Maybe Ann and Jess?" I choked as I repeated the tease she'd just thrown me, "Ann and Jess?" Ann was one of my co-workers, our contracts administrator. She was not someone that we ordinarily have had social engagements with, so was a complete, unexpected, surprise. In fact, except for a few company functions, I didn't know that Debs had ever even met them. So how was it that my wife, who I thought barely knew Ann, actually knew her well enough to invite her to a clothing optional party in celebration of Nude Day? The answer was obvious once I heard it. The previous summer we'd had a company beach party. While at the beach, Debs went up to the shower to rinse off and change and Ann had gone along (there we are with that pack mentality again). Once they stripped off, they mutually noticed that the other also had an all-over tan and exchanged notes that they normally didn't wear clothes in their home pools. One thing that was surprising to me about Ann was that she was the last person in the office that I would have guessed at being an at-home nudist. But yet, when I found out she was, I was even more surprised at myself that it didn't surprise me. At work, Ann and I often worked closely together although she didn't work for me. She always wore professional business clothing although she did have a penchant for clothes that exposed her magnificent cleavage. About 5'10", she worked out regularly so was quite slim except for her fantastic rack. On her thin frame it looked much larger than it really was, but many was the time that I'd examined the exposed flesh between her breasts noticing that I never saw a tan line. I'd always just assumed she had a micro-bikini and fantasized about what she'd look like in it, never dreaming that someday I might get to see her not only in it, but probably out of it, too. Another surprise was Martha Long. I wouldn't have expected her at this party but somehow it didn't really surprise me to find out that she was unabashed to be naked either. Although she was 78 years old, she didn't act a day over 50, and certainly didn't have a body that would have told me she was as old as she was. Martha, who we knew from church, is known for being a very active senior. She still works out daily so Debs knew her not only from church but from the gym. I did not know she wasn't averse to nudity but Debs had roomed with her at a retreat once where she revealed that before her husband had died they'd often vacationed at nudist resorts. There were a few others that I almost didn't know. Jenny had come up with an old friend of hers, Rose Hernandez and her husband, Richard. I fumbled with this one when Debs told me; I couldn't place who they were. "The name doesn't sound familiar, do I know them?" I questioned. "Maybe not. She and Jenny are good friends; they were their neighbors when we all lived in Los Angeles." ~ I never really pressed, and didn't even really think about whether Debs had told me about everyone that was coming to our pool party. All of that just kind of got lost in the shuffle of preparing for the arrival of Jenny and Bill. Our boys were gone for the summer. The older one had stayed at college, supposedly working, but in reality I'm sure he was doing the same thing that most guys do in college: chasing girls. The younger had a summer job at a camp, and I was also sure there would be plenty of girls at camp. The day that Jenny and Bill arrived I had to work late. Debs made the trip by herself to the San Diego airport to pick them up while I stayed and finished things up at work. Beginning two weeks of vacation, I would have felt guilty for leaving everyone else in the lurch if I hadn't. I'd gotten home and had just stepped out of the shower when I heard Debs' car in the drive followed by the sound of four car doors closing. I slipped on some shorts and a tee shirt, stepped into my sandals and arrived in the living room just as Bill and Jen came in carrying suitcases. We greeted each other as old friends do; hugs, laughter, "you look so good." I could hear Debs' voice outside as I took her bags from Jen and took them down the hall, followed by Bill. Putting the suitcases in "their" room, we were returning to the living room when I suddenly realized I heard a third voice. My mind clicked; something that had subconsciously been bothering me suddenly added up. People have accused me of having ESP before; I sometimes seem to know things before others do. I'd long ago realized I have a knack for observing or registering what seems to be insignificant facts and adding them together to come up with a solution to a problem I didn't consciously know existed. Sometimes I even have a hard time figuring out how I knew something before I did, but generally I can look back and find an "ah ha!" or two. In this case, there were a couple of "ah ha's". For one, four doors closing meant there were four people getting out of the car, not three. With Jen and Bill now inside with me and Debs still outside talking, the question was, talking with whom? There was an unknown someone with them. I was about to ask Jen and Bill "who's with you?" when we stepped from the hallway into the living room and the question was answered. I've often said that Jenny is the most beautiful woman I know. Her mixed Korean-American heritage gives her a flawless beauty that I've always found unmatched. But when I stepped into the living room and found Sara, their teenaged daughter, I was stunned. Stunned in that our kids were supposedly gone for the summer, and the four of us, Jenny, Bill, Debs and me all knew that we'd be sharing each other's beds and bodies. Stunned in that we'd planned a "Clothing Optional" Pool Party, Adults Only - and here was what I considered a youngster. But stunned in particular, because the gangly 12 year old child that I remembered from the last time I'd seen her, six, almost seven years before, had now grown into a young woman equally as stunning... "No", I corrected my thoughts, "more stunning," than her mother. The exceptional beauty that I'd always thought of as incomparable had been surpassed with her own daughter. Of course I hadn't known Jenny when she was a teen and could only imagine what she'd looked like then, but now she was only slightly less beautiful than the perfect beauty of her daughter. New Generations My mouth fell open. "Uncle Jim!" Sara exclaimed, running across the room to throw her arms around my neck and give me a hug and a kiss. I gave her a squeeze, immediately aware that the pre-pubescent girl I'd known before had developed breasts that were firmly impressed against my chest, unencumbered by a bra. Her black tube top, covered by a white vee necked cropped blouse, was fashionable. A gold necklace with a single pearl nestled in the sweet valley revealed above the two shirts. The bare belly between the bottom of the blouse and the top of the form fitting jeans revealed the exquisite complexion of her skin that I was sure was the same all over her body. A dainty belly piercing, quite the fashion among the young these days, was a simple diamond stud. Her medium length black hair framed her eyes and set off her face which was totally without makeup and needed none. Taller than her mother and shorter than her father, when I looked at her, she looked up and kissed me, full on the mouth. Not quite a father/daughter kiss but, after all, this was my god-daughter. My hands grabbed her hips where I immediately realized their womanly curve and embarrassedly slipped them up to her bare waist to hold her away from me while looking her up and down. "Sara!" I started, "I had no idea you were coming too! I thought it was just your parents." "I wanted to come. There are things I wanted to do, too," she answered. I was acutely aware of the two little nubs of her nipples that protruded toward me through her tube top and blouse, beckoning to my eyes. It was all I could do to hold my eyes on her face, to not let my gaze drift down her body, which I so badly wanted to admire. "I can't believe how much you've grown!" I lamely admitted to her and her parents. "Not a little girl anymore, huh?" she answered. "I should say not." A little uncomfortable, I started to pull away, but she hugged me once again, which I returned, before finally pulling away. "It's so good to see you again, Uncle Jim," she said. I turned, embarrassed at the unwanted physical reaction beginning in my pants toward this unexpected visitor -- who just happened to be young enough to have been my daughter. I headed toward the kitchen. "Anybody up for a glass of wine?" I opened a bottle, and we moved back to the living room to relax, unwind, and catch up. Although it wasn't necessarily very late in California, the three hour time change and the long flight had taken their toll upon our visitors. Sara had one glass of wine and stayed with us until about midnight when she excused herself and went to bed. The second bottle hadn't quite disappeared, but everyone indicated they'd had enough. I collected the empty glasses as well as the two bottles and took them to the kitchen. I'd just re-corked the half empty Merlot when Debs followed me into the kitchen. "Jen went to take a shower," Debs said, "but I know she'd love for you to wash her back." I grinned at Debs, knowing full well that I was going to join Jen momentarily and it was more than her back that would get washed, but I was still a little taken aback by the presence of Sara in the house. The images in my mind of no holds barred uninterrupted sex with two beautiful ladies in every room of the house had suddenly changed to carefully orchestrated trysts in the night with cautious and quiet participants trying to carefully have fun without upsetting the applecart. "What about Sara?" I queried, thinking, what if she were to come out, or see me going in or...? "Why, I hadn't thought of that before, but I suppose Sara would love to have you wash her back, too. It would probably be a bit crowded with three of you in there, though." I did a double take, at first not quite following what she was saying, but I caught on as she continued with a naughty grin, "But truthfully I imagine you'd rather take a shower with her alone, without her mother there." I was shocked, and then realized she was pulling my leg as she continued. "What? You haven't noticed what a sexy little thing she's grown into?" "Debs -- she's our god daughter for heaven's sake." "Of course, but she's not a little girl anymore either, she's a young woman." "I know that, which means she's going to know things she didn't used to. What if she sees us together, or hears us...." "Don't worry, she knows about the four of us already," she answered, putting her arms around me and looking up to give me a kiss. I'm sure I had a stunned look on my face. "How?" I answered back, thinking of all the precautions we'd taken over the years to not present an awkward situation to our kids; all the weekends away, all the two family vacations where we were careful to not let our kids catch us in unexplainable situations. "Sara's no dummy," she answered. "She figured it out, asked her mom, and Jen told her the truth." ~ The large guest bathroom had clear glass shower doors that allowed Jen to see me enter, and allowed me to observe her beautiful body as I removed my clothes. Her back was to the shower, hands raised, rubbing shampoo into her hair. Her breasts, lifted by her raised arms, were still nearly as beautiful and firm as they had been twenty years before. She no longer had the look of a 20 something, but I knew it would have been difficult for anyone seeing her for the first time to guess she was anything over 30 either. She didn't seem to have gotten any older, her beauty merely enhanced with maturity. Water cascaded off her shoulders and mostly funneled between her breasts. One rivulet, alternately directed and redirected by her moving arms, traced down from her shoulder to run from her nipple or slipped between her breasts with the rest of the water on its path to the floor. My cock began rising of its own accord as she watched me undress just like it used to in our younger years. Once my clothes were off, I stepped to the shower as she pushed the door open, an unspoken invitation to join her. She reached for me as I took her in my arms, our lips crushing together, our tongues dueling like teenagers, once again excited beyond words by the illicit functionality of our 20 some year old affair. My right hand slid to her bottom and pulled her to me as my left found her breast. Her hand simultaneously found my nipple, tweaking it even as my fingers rolled her own long, nearly always hard nipple, her moan of pleasure filling my mouth. Jen's hand slid down my body grasping and gently stroking my continually hardening cock, but I barely noticed. My mind was thinking of the hard little bullets that had been visible through Sara's shirt earlier. She's got THO's (titty hard on's) just like her mother. "God I've missed you... missed us," Jen said, pulling away from the kiss, her mouth planting kisses on my face and neck and chest, moving her mouth downward toward my nipples. I pulled the washcloth from the hook and began to soap it up on her back as she bent to my breast. Washing each other in the shower would be just the beginning of what had turned into a ritual for us over the years. That first time, many years before, Jen and I had started in the shower where I washed her, touching every inch of her body. After she washed me we finished out of the shower with her on the bathroom counter, legs over my shoulders, as she experienced her first-ever orgasm from penetration. Somehow ever since, whenever we'd gotten together after being away for longer and longer periods of time, we always ended up in the shower doing it again, just like that first time. I finished washing Jen, although not really washing, more just running my hands over her body. She let my soapy hands slide across her hardened nipples, rubbing her ass, sliding a finger across her water-lubed rosebud, through her labia lubed with her own juices, momentarily feeling her swollen clit which cause a moan of pleasure. I moved down her body, washing her legs and finally her feet, ending on my knees with my face in front of her crotch. I grabbed her butt with both hands, the washcloth still in one, moving my tongue towards her almost hairless pussy until it found her clit. I flicked it with my tongue, a back and forth buzz saw and felt her body react with a twitch. Extending my tongue, I lapped up her pussy and across her clit, then continued my tongue up her body, swirling it around first one and then the other nipple before I again stood completely and handed her the washcloth. Jen smiled, took the cloth and began to soap it up. Bit by bit she lathered me, letting the water rinse the soap off, and then kissing the part she'd just washed; my neck, my arms, my hands, my chest. Her tongue darted into my belly button, but she bypassed my cock and balls. She had me lift my feet, and afterward kissed every toe. Finally on the way back up she washed my cock and balls, but when she rinsed the soap off, she wasn't done. On her knees in front of me, the water was splashing mostly onto my back, a minor amount cascading over my shoulders. With a smile she looked up into my face as she took my cock in her mouth, her hands alternately gripping my ass to pull me to her face and sliding around to play with my balls. Now it was my turn to groan in pleasure, her mouth and tongue sucking and licking, my cock slowly expanding and growing still harder. She giggled and pulled off my cock momentarily to say, "Isn't this where you pick me up and take me to the counter and fuck me silly?" Then before I could do anything, she immediately sucked my cock back into her mouth, playfully making it hard for me to pick her up, making me think twice about whether I really wanted to. I grabbed her under the arm pits, but as I lifted, she bared her teeth, catching them just under the rim of my cock head. If I continued to try and lift to pull her off, it was going to hurt. I laughed. "Ok, you win. No fucking for you this vacation, you just want to show me how well you can suck my cock, is that it? Is that what you want?" She giggled; we both laughed outright before she once again slipped her lips over the head, her tongue twirling around my glans as she gripped my balls in a pretend vise grip. She slowly pulled back, my cock gradually appearing from between her lips. No teeth this time, her lips floated up and over the ridge until with a kiss to the tip, she pulled away. I once again lifted her by the armpits, her hand relinquishing my balls, and raised her legs to wrap them around my waist. Once she was high enough, I began to lower her, her hand reaching down to guide my cock into her waiting pussy. We slid together, interlocking, my cock inside her. She tightened her legs around my waist as I reached with one hand to push the shower door open again and with both of us dripping, stepped over and placed her bottom on the bathroom counter. Her mouth attacked mine again, her hands moving across my chest, around the back of my neck, forcing my mouth to hers. Our tongues dueled, four hands on four nipples, tweaking and twisting. Her legs relaxed from their vise grip, her heels now alternately pulling me into her and releasing as we began to fuck in earnest. She pulled her mouth back from mine and gasped. "Oh God, Jim. It's been so long. Fuck me. I need you so bad. Fuck me. Hard." I was trying, my hands sliding around behind her to pull her harder onto my cock. "Oh yes," she breathed, followed by an "ahh," and then another "Oh God" as I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her hard onto my erection. After a few minutes I sensed a desire and pulled away to change up. I dropped to my knees, her feet following to my shoulders, my hands forcing her knees apart to make way. I dove in, my tongue easily finding a little pink nub already swollen from our lovemaking. When I sucked her clit she cried out again, "Oh God, Jim. Yes! Suck my clit. Suck my clitty and make me cum! Oh my god, Oh God, how did you know? Just like that! How did you.... Aghhh. Oh! Oh! Oh Fuck Yes!" Her legs came together around my head, her hand gripping my head, simultaneously holding me in place and pulling me away. I'd forgotten how loud Jen could be when she came. I was vaguely aware of a thought drifting by somewhere in my subconscious, wondering if Sara could hear her mother's loud climax, wondering if she did if she'd be imagining what I was doing between her mother's legs at that moment that would make her scream so beautifully. I'm sure she probably could; hell, the neighbors could probably hear her. Jenny's legs clamped hard around my ears, effectively holding me in place. I quit sucking on her clit, but continued to tongue and suck her pussy lips, nibbling and sucking her folds of flesh, my tongue darting deep into her folds to taste her juices. Finally she loosened her death grip on my head, lying back slightly so that her vagina was more directly in front of me. I extended my tongue, penetrating her as deeply as I could, while reaching up with my hand to gently rub her clit. I began drooling from trying to fuck her with my tongue. Pulling out, I began tonguing lower trying to catch my saliva and her juices as they dribbled toward her ass. I slid my hand down, penetrating her pussy first with one finger and then another, but as I tongued her perineum, I sensed a touch of excitement, her legs raising further as she lay back yet a bit further. I've never been into anal. After years of being married to the same woman, I can truthfully say we'd tried nearly everything pleasurable that two human bodies can do together. I'll admit we tried anal a couple times, but neither of us found it satisfying enough to do it again. And to mix oral and anal? It had never crossed my mind, until that moment in the bathroom. But there it was, a small bit of flesh that I'd never really paid any attention to on this particular woman; a small pink bit of flesh which just moments before had been washed in the shower. Without thinking, I found myself sticking my tongue out to that little bud as I sensed her desire and surprisingly found no revulsion in the act as the puckered little folds of her rosebud tickled my tongue. I didn't try and penetrate her, just played with my tongue as if it were her clit, which was simultaneously being toyed with by my fingers. I felt her inhale sharply as I touched her there for the first time, her hand dropping down to the back of my head, not to hold me in place but rather just telling me what I was doing was good. I didn't realize that she was holding her breath until there was a sudden gasp followed seconds later by another. She was practically still, not moving much at all with her legs high in the air, her body growing tense beneath the onslaught of my tongue on that virgin territory. Suddenly she contracted; another gasp, almost a gurgle tumbling from her throat, her body shaking as she came hard. I was rewarded with more of her sweet fluids, which flowed down onto my lips. I gently peeled myself from between her legs and rose, pushing her legs open with my hands until I could slide my still iron hard cock into her. Slower and more gently this time, I finished what I'd started earlier, building myself to a climax. She moved little at first, her own concentration lost in the glory of her own orgasm. I slid in and out slowly, relishing the silky smoothness of her sex. Shifting my position, varying the pressure, I searched with my cock for that pleasure spot inside that would keep her aroused as my own arousal increased. With each thrust, I pushed her back up that steep slope she'd just come tumbling down, drawing us both closer to our goal of mutual orgasm. A burning sensation began at the base of my cock, a burning that spread upward in the shaft, until finally I was there. With a grunt I thrust myself forward into her, unable to pull out as my cock exploded, throbbing, filling her even as her pussy contracted around me, sucking me in, forcing me to bury myself deep inside her with that uncontrollable urge to plant my seed as close to her womb as possible. I gripped her ass, pulling her forward onto my cock with a groan as my penis began its eruption inside her. At the same time I bent, sucking her right nipple into my mouth, my right hand releasing her ass to come around and fondle her other nipple. She groaned and convulsed a third time, just as my cock weakly finished pulsing. My hand and mouth relaxed their holds on her nipples and I straightened my aching back, relaxing from the difficult position. I just stood there panting from the exertion, sweat dripping down my forehead as her legs wrapped behind me to hold me inside. It was a losing battle as my rapidly withering cock was unable to sustain the impalement. Her upper body moved to me and I once again kissed her, sucking her tongue into my mouth momentarily, then let it slip away as she pulled it back. "Oh my god, you are still the best." "You're still pretty good yourself," I said as I picked her up to step back into the still running shower, her arms going around my neck. "I should be," she answered, "You taught me." ~ I woke in the morning to find the sunlight streaming through the window, Jen snuggled into my side, a fingernail gently raking back and forth across my left nipple. Sensing I was awake she whispered, "Twenty years ago we'd have done it two or three more times before falling asleep." "That was twenty years ago," I whispered back, not because I had to, just that there was no need to talk louder. I felt my cock thickening below the covers. "Now it takes a little help to do it so many times in one night." "Bill too." Her hand slid down my belly and squeezed my still only slightly hard cock. I felt myself stiffen much more to her grip. She giggled. "Sara gives me a hard time about it." "Sara?" I questioned. "Yeah, she calls it a 'Vitamin V' night." I thought about it momentarily; decided I couldn't quite see a daughter commenting to a mother about the mother's sex life. "And just how is it that your daughter knows that much about your sex life?" I asked, rolling over slightly so I could begin to play with her breasts. "Well, she sort of figured it out, and I guess the fact that it's hard for me to be quiet didn't help." She paused talking while my fingers tweaked her ever hardening nipple. An unbidden thought of Sara's little nubs from the night before, how they'd been erect with no outside stimulation, popped into my mind. I suspected she was very much like her mother. "I got a Viagra out for Bill one evening, but dropped it and couldn't find it, so I got him another. The following morning Sara found it on the floor and asked if I knew what it was. I was a little embarrassed about it, but I've never lied to her or made up stories about anything. So I told her it was Viagra, and she said "So that's why you were so noisy last night." "Only 'a little' embarrassed?" I questioned, repeating her words while sliding down in bed so I could begin licking and sucking her breasts. "Not too much," she continued. "Unlike my upbringing, I've made sure she knows about sex and I've never hidden anything from her." "So what would she say if she knew we were together right now?" I questioned, suddenly realizing once again that the four of us were not alone in the house. "Nothing." A brief pause, then, "She already knows." I found my tongue freezing up; my other hand involuntarily stopped its caressing of her warm motherly breast as I heard the almost identical words confirming what Debs had told me the night before. "How does she know?" "I told her." ~ Just how does one go about hosting a nude party? Do you greet your guests in the buff? Are they waiting for you to show the way? Do you meet them in a swimsuit as a host, and suggest they take theirs off? I had no clue. Although I've been a nudist at home when there was no one around but family, although I've been to nude beaches with my wife where there were strangers that saw us and we saw them, I've never experienced public nudity with people I knew. New Generations Of course, it all worked itself out. On that day Bill and I had another early morning tee time and it was nearly noon when we got home. I went out to get the barbeque ready and Bill grabbed the net to clean the few leaves out of the pool that had blown in. I had nearly everything out when I realized I'd missed the charcoal lighter and was headed for our detached garage when the doorbell rang. I was closest, so I answered. It was Martha Long. Martha is one of those beautiful women who is no longer young but still eminently good looking, and you just know in her earlier years she was a knockout. Blonde, although I was pretty sure at her age hair color kept it that way. She often exercised with Debs at the gym and consequently her body had little of the old age flab that so many develop. Her muscles still had tone and definition. She obviously wasn't 30 anymore but most would be hard pressed to guess her age within even 10 years. "Hey Jim," she greeted me, putting her arm out for a hug, her other hand holding a beach bag. I gave her a brief hug, the terry cloth cover she was wearing feeling like a downy towel. We started the usual chit-chat when Debs came out from the kitchen where the three girls had been preparing salads, appetizers, snacks and a variety of "with it" food -- all the stuff that goes "with" a barbeque. "Who was it, Jim?" she started to ask, then saw Martha as she came around the corner. They were immediately into girl chat, which I observed for just a moment, having immediately been relegated to a non-entity. I half excused myself, half side stepped, and walked away to continue to get what I was headed for. "So where can I put my things?" I heard Martha ask. "Right in here," Debs answered as I stepped out the door and out of earshot. I found the lighter fluid right where I'd left it and headed back inside. I'd just shut the door when I looked up to see Debs and Martha step out of the front bedroom where Debs had directed her to put her things. Debs was dressed just as she had been in a dressy T shirt and shorts but Martha was now totally nude. She was as naked as the day she was born except for a large folded towel which she was carrying over her arm, but making no attempt to hide behind it. She looked up and caught my eye. "It's best at these things to just go for it. If you worry about what people will think, it never happens." Martha was absolutely naked except for sandals on her feet. Large areolas tipped breasts that, shrunken slightly from her days of children, had lost part of their battle to gravity. A tan line on her neck showed she wasn't naked most of the time, at least not outdoors. I tried not to look, but my peripheral vision registered a large expanse of pubic hair. "Somehow Martha, it surprises me that you are one to party naked." Her laugh was infectious, and just like that -- she wasn't "nude," she just didn't have any clothes on. "Honey, I grew up in a nudist community. I don't think I wore clothes until I got old enough to go to school. When I got married, my Davey and I always preferred to go to nude beaches or on nude vacations. Most people are prudes though; I just live my life and let others lead theirs." I headed for the back of the house and by the time the fire was started and I came back in, Debs and Jen had both gotten rid of their clothes too. Sara, on the other hand, was still wearing a large T-shirt over the top of I knew not what, but there was no sign of those hard little buttons poking out of her shirt that I'd been carefully trying not to drool over all week. Most of the people arrived during the next hour or so. Most were strangers to each other, only a handful knew any of the others before that day. Except for Martha and Sara everyone else showed up as a couple. One of Debs' buddies from nursing school, Nancy, showed up with her girlfriend Patty, so we ended up with a little bit of an imbalance between the sexes. Some immediately shucked clothing, some initially wore swimsuits, but nobody made any big deal about nudity. There were a few comments about how this was unusual (although all thought it was great fun), but other than that, everyone seemed to just take it in stride. It took a while, but eventually I looked around and most everyone was at least partly naked. Some had sags, and stretch marks, or were less than fit -- but after that initial frightening moment of dropping their clothing, it seemed like everybody accepted themselves, and each other, just the way they were. When I finished prepping things I was hot and sticky so I shucked my shirt and shorts and went for a swim. The home we currently have is a large step up from our first and second homes, both of which were just a few blocks apart in the San Fernando Valley. Here, we are practically at the top of a hill, and have a nearly perfectly private back yard. The granite rocks surrounding us are as big as, and in one case bigger than, our house. A neighbor's yard abuts ours on the uphill side, but the rocks and the slope of the hill keep us from even realizing they are there except that their roof line is visible from the doors of our house. On the downhill side of the house we have a deck that commands a view of the entire valley. Our downhill neighbor's home is situated so that all we see, when we are on the deck and can look down, is the roof of their two story home. Standing on the balcony and looking back across our yard, across the pool and the boulders, a large home can be seen on the top of the next hill, but it's over half a mile away. Someone on that hill could probably see someone standing on our balcony, but only for a few feet. Other than that, the yard is totally private. From the patio and pool area, no evidence of the neighbors can be seen. Despite having neighbors living just a few yards away, the yard is a haven of privacy in a crowded world. The pool itself isn't very deep, only 5 feet at the deepest, and just modestly sized. The solid granite bedrock made it virtually impossible to put the pool "in" the ground, so the downhill side is actually a wall, while the surrounding granite boulders make the other sides of the pool blend naturally into the little cleft of the hill. The attached spa is slightly above the pool, just high enough that it isn't possible to get into the spa directly from the pool. When the spa isn't on, the pool filter return is to the spa which creates an overflow and a pleasant sounding waterfall into the pool. When I got out of the pool, I sat down naked on a chaise lounge, using a towel to wipe the water from my face. Martha was lying on another lounge right beside me. "Better be careful, when you sit on hot plastic it burns." I glanced over, she had her towel spread underneath her, but what immediately caught my attention was a full red bush. I couldn't help it, I laughed. "What?" she said, as I gingerly raised myself off the lounge with my hands. "Why Martha Long, I do believe you've been misleading me all these years." I said, a smile on my face telling her that I was having fun with her. "Here I always thought you were a blonde." "There're a lot of things you don't know about me," she answered, glancing down at her crotch. "And being a natural red head is only one of them. That's about the only evidence of red hair I've got left. I don't like bottle red, the grey looks better blonde." She grinned, and then looked over at me trying to keep my naked butt from singeing on the hot lounge and nodded in my direction. "Pardon my bluntness, but you need to get a towel. It's considered impolite to sit naked where others are going to sit later. That's why nudists always carry a towel in public." "Really!" I answered. "I didn't know that." She laughed, "Rookie!" to which I laughed in return. I went and got a towel, and at the same time told Debs what she'd told me. Together, we gradually spread the word to everyone to make sure they had a towel to sit on. What can you say about a nude party? It was absolutely as normal as any other pool party I've ever been to - except that the sexual overtones almost totally disappeared. What I mean is, what pool party have you ever been to where your "Adam" who is married to "Betty" doesn't drool and make a fool of himself over your mutual neighbor "Chelsea" who just happens to be on the outs with her husband "David" who's hanging out with either A) the guys, or B) the cute little college co-ed that says "Oh, could someone put sun lotion on my back?" Of course that's tongue in cheek, but you know exactly what I mean. All of that was gone. ~ Martha wore her nudity as easily as she wore her church clothes. As it was, no sooner did someone new arrive and see Martha and later others in the altogether and the "optional" part no longer seemed to be a question. Martha's immediate introduction of herself to everyone as they entered, a proud handshake from a noble and totally nude woman was the perfect greeting to put most everyone at ease. People with other than slim, perfectly toned bodies, the ordinary folk that most of us are, found her attitude comforting. Some remained clothed until they decided to go swimming, but once they headed for the water they got naked with but a few exceptions. Stacy Albertson, an old friend of Jen's, went topless, but never took her bottoms off. Jessie, Debs' friend from work, went bottomless, but never took her midriff t-shirt off. The reason for this seemingly backward act was obvious when her normally curvy figure was suddenly flat. Debs later confirmed that Jessie was a breast cancer survivor. She'd had a double mastectomy a few years before. Jessie took her shirt off to go swimming but put it back on when she got out. Apparently she was self-conscious about her scars, so while her artificial boobs stayed in the bedroom, the rest of her enjoyed the sun. Almost no one got dressed again after leaving the pool. Once they'd experienced being nude with others, being naked seemed perfectly natural. One very conspicuous partier remained clothed: Sara. I myself was on again, off again. Early on when people were arriving I had my shorts on, but when we all began to get wet, I didn't hesitate to get naked and remained that way right up until I started cooking on the grill. Splattering grease made me run for my shorts, and I kept them on until I was done cooking and the danger to my manhood disappeared. Sara was in and out of the house all day. Sometimes she was delivering drinks, sometimes sunning with the girls; sometimes swimming, sometimes hanging out by the grill with me collecting brats and burgers and delivering them to the patio table. She'd started out wearing a tee shirt over her swim clothes, but when she went swimming, she'd taken the tee off to reveal a tiny bikini bra and thong bottom. And as any stripper knows, almost showing everything is a hell of a lot sexier than actually doing so. The whole rest of the day she was dressed either in her bikini top and tight white shorts, or her bikini top and thong bottoms, or occasionally she'd have her t-shirt on over the top. Always, she had on her gold necklace with the pearl, but whenever she didn't have the tee on I noticed she also had a thin gold chain around her hips to go with the belly jewel, and a third gold chain around her left ankle. The jewelry seemed perfect; as perfect as her skin, her bikini, her hair, her face, her eyes. She was truly a goddess. Sara wandered among all the guests showing remarkable poise for a young woman among adults. Once or twice I noticed that when she wasn't engaged elsewhere Sara seemed to gravitate toward hanging out with me. Not that I minded, I enjoyed any opportunity to admire her beauty. After one swim as I climbed out of the pool and dried off I saw her watching me from afar. As I approached I saw her eyes rise to my face giving the impression she had been checking me out. My imagination momentarily ran away with that -- wondering if the 18 year old daughter of our best friends got as much of a rush looking at me as I did from looking at her. I quickly pushed such silly thoughts from my mind. Over the course of the day I'd spent a lot of time examining Sara; hopefully without letting her know, gradually memorizing her features. Her thong bikini was a gorgeous green and could have been painted on her body. There was no doubt that, unlike Martha, she had not a single strand of pubic hair, the shape of her mound perfectly displayed through the cloth, a little crease visible where it pulled between her labia. Her bikini bra wasn't lined; like the bottoms, it was form fitting. The pearl between her breasts drew one's eyes to the exposed flesh, and there was a lot of flesh exposed. Her nipples, always erect like her mother's, were perched on the upper side of her breasts, barely contained beneath the fabric. Against her flawless brown skin, the green cloth was a perfect contrast. From the back side, Sara was essentially naked, her perfect body almost defying description. The tie string of her bikini rested across her back; faint tan lines indicated this wasn't her first time to wear a bikini in the sun. Her sweet bottom was totally bare, only a small triangle of cloth with three strings adorned her lower back, one of those strings disappearing between the cheeks of her butt. Her bottom was perfectly toned, obviously she worked out; if ever a bottom was born that deserved to be displayed, it was hers. Her strong, sharply defined legs ended in dainty feet with green painted toenails and sandals that complemented her bikini. In the shorts and shirt Sara was fantastic; but in the thong -- she was mouth wateringly perfect. She had clothing on, while the majority of the people were naked, but I'm sure she knew what the effect was. I overheard Danny comment to a couple of the other guys that "She ought to be illegal." Someone answered, "She almost is. Believe it or not, she's only 18." "Oh my god," Danny said, "I don't remember anyone looking that good when I was that age." I don't know exactly when I noticed that people were beginning to go home. The solar pool heater had switched over to the spa about 3 hours before sunset, so when the evening began to cool down, the spa had already heated up. The drinks and conversation flowed freely until I suddenly realized there was practically no one left except those of us living there. It was after 11 when Danny and Annika started getting their things together that I realized they were the last ones to leave. ~ "You TOLD her?" I asked, hardly believing what Jen had just said. I mean, although we'd made sure our boys knew about the birds and the bees, we'd never really talked about OUR sexual activities. I'm not sure they wanted to know as far as that's concerned. I know for my own parents, I'd never thought about them being sexually active. I was one of six kids, the second oldest, so looking back I know my parents were having sex -- but the thought of them actually doing it? It just wasn't in my imagination. "So how did that happen?" I asked when she hadn't volunteered anything more. "Well, it was after our cruise to Greece; what was that -- three years ago?" "Four." "Yeah, I guess you're right. Anyway, Sara was looking through the pictures we took and was looking at one of the beach pictures Bill took of Debs and me topless. She just said "Do you and Dad have sex with Aunt Debs and Uncle Jim?'" "So you just told her?" "Well, not just outright. I avoided answering the question at first," she continued, the whole time running her hand through the hair on my chest, across my belly, or squeezing and holding my no longer solidly erect cock. "It was so unexpected but I'm sure she probably knew the truth from the look on my face. I asked her why she asked and at first she just said she was curious. But when I pressed her on why she was curious she said she suspected that we did. She knew I was being evasive but when she impatiently said "So? Do you?" I told her we did." Jen paused for a while but I waited quietly. "We ended up having a good talk about sex. She said she'd suspected for a while; the fact that we often did vacations together without them along, and when we did have her and the other kids along that we showed a lot more physical attention, 'touchy feely' is what she called it, than other parents that she'd been around." "So that was it?" I queried. "That was the first time. Over the last year as she's become sexually active she's come back with other questions." "Like what?" I asked, my cock beginning to rise again, both to our conversation and the thought of the sexy young lady that had so unexpectedly entered my house a few days participating in sexually activities. "Like, did we ever do oral sex." "Oh my god, she asked you that?" "Well not outright. I walked in one evening unexpectedly when she and her boyfriend of the time were in the living room supposedly studying and watching television and they were making out and he was feeling her up. They didn't see me so I quietly backed out and made some noise to let them know I was coming. When I came back in they had their books out looking quite guiltily prim and proper. Later, after he left, I told her that I'd seen them playing and that I didn't want to hide it from her but I hadn't wanted to embarrass them either. We had a talk about her and her boyfriend and what they were doing. She told me he liked to feel her up and she liked it when he did, too. When I asked if she ever felt him, she said she had. She told me that a lot of the girls at school said they would do their boyfriends with their mouth and wanted to know if I'd ever done that to you or her dad." "You told her yes?" "Of course. I've never lied to her about sex. I told her that I had, and then I asked her if she had to her boyfriend. She said he wanted her to, but she hadn't yet. I couldn't help but remember you and Debs telling me to "Never give a blow job because he wants you to, give a blow job because you want to." I told her some of the best advice I've ever been given was when Debs told me that. Of course the next question was "why was Debs telling you that?" "So what did you tell her?" I asked, her hand now idly stroking my completely erect cock. "I told her everything." "Everything?" "Everything," she continued. "I told her how I'd known nothing about sex, but that I'd known something was missing, and how her daddy had left me so frustrated that I was going to ask him for a divorce and how she never would have been born if it wasn't for you and Debs. I told her how you'd taught me how to make love, and Debs taught her daddy how to make love, and it saved our marriage. I said that we'd been intimate friends ever since almost like the four of us were married to each other at times. I told her that not everyone would understand our relationship, so we didn't flaunt it in the open, but it worked well for us." "And what did she say?" "She wanted to know if I'd sucked your cock and if I did it because you'd asked me or because I'd wanted to." "And what did you say to that?" "I told her you'd never had to ask, that when the time was right, it just seemed like the thing to do and I did it because I'd wanted to, and I'd have never done it if I didn't want to." She pushed the sheet aside that had been covering us, and without saying anything else, bent down and took me in her mouth. ~ We'd had a great time all day long, completely naked for most of the time. Sara had never gotten nude, although the tiny bikini top and thong bottom had barely covered anything. Now she had disappeared, presumably to her room, probably not to be seen until morning. We'd all been in and out of the pool all day but with the cooler evening air we'd gradually gravitated to the warmer water of the spa. And now that Danny and Annika had left it was just the four of us. We were still in and out of the water as we either got too hot and needed to cool off or got too cool and got back in to warm up. We'd allowed the jets to lapse, just enjoying the quiet and ability to talk. I'd noticed Debs flirting with Bill, and knew the situation had changed from earlier; a sexual charge had invaded the air. New Generations I went in to take a pee, and just as I finished, Debs came into the bathroom. "Here you go," she said, holding out her hand. "What's that?" I questioned, opening my palm where she placed a blue pill. "It's play time," she grinned, "and once won't be enough tonight." Leaning in she gave me a kiss while giving my cock a quick squeeze. "You know I love you?" "Always," I responded, kissing her in return while sliding my hand under her breast and running my thumb over her nipple. She held up her hand showing another blue pill. "Bill's." I went to the kitchen to get some water and heading back out to the spa I met Debs and Bill just coming in. "We're mixing more drinks," Debs said. "You ready?" "You bet," I answered, "I'll help carry," turning to start back to the kitchen with them. "We've got it," she answered. "Keep Jen company in the spa." "You sure?" I asked. "Of course. We'll call for help if we need it." I headed back to the spa where I found Jen floating on her back, eyes closed, her breasts and shoulders the only parts of her body out of the water. She was lying back with her head on the rim of the spa, arms outstretched onto the sides. I sat on the edge and when I put my feet in the water she opened her eyes. "There you are," she said rolling over onto her knees facing me. She put out her hands and when I took them she urged me down into the spa, down to her level. Leaning forward, she slid her arms around me and pulling me tight, kissed me. It was a lover's kiss, a 'promise of things to come' kiss. That was all it took. My sexual thoughts, which had been suppressed all day, came boiling out. My cock began to rise, my hands stroked her flesh; her back, her bottom, her breasts. Her rock-like nipples rolled easily between my fingers, my cock rising to its ultimate grandeur from the touch of her hand. "Umm," she gurgled in the back of her throat. When we parted lips her hand was on my now hard cock in front of her. "You're going to be especially good tonight, aren't you?" she said, actually more of a statement than a question. "Uh-huh," I answered. Just then Debs called from the house. "Jen, can you come help me for a sec?" I groaned. "Just what is it that can't wait for a little while?" I asked Jen while sliding my hand from one breast to the other. "Can't she see we're getting busy?" "Um-hmm. Good and busy." Her hand, playing with my cock and balls under the water, pulled away. "I'll see what she wants," she said, standing in the spa and stepping onto the side and out all in one motion. "Stay here, it'll be just a sec I'm sure." I did as she'd been doing and leaned back against the side of the spa, neck deep with my head on the edge and closed my eyes. I'd had just enough alcohol to have a bit of a buzz without being drunk or sleepy and, with the combination of drink and hot water and slowing down for the first time all day, I began to really relax. I didn't hear her approach, but when I sensed someone stepping down into the spa and onto the seat across from me I opened my eyes expecting to see Jen. Instead I saw tanned legs that ended in a green vee of cloth between shapely legs. My eyes continued up her body noticing the golden chain still around her waist before they settled on the single pearl nestled between two perfect breasts, hard nipples visible through the thin green cloth of her bikini bra. It could have been Jen - twenty years ago. "Mind if I join you?" she asked as she slid down into the water. I immediately sat up, the lower part of my body sinking deeper into the water, as I felt a flush of internal heat escape through my face. I'd been expecting Jen thinking we were going to play around again. I'd been floating face up with my cock, pleasingly erect from Jen's kissing and fondling of moments before, totally on display for Jen to come back and play with. Despite saying nothing as she slid into the water in front of me I knew that Sara had just seen me erect for the first time. ~ I had tried slipping my hand into Jen's crotch, but she wasn't interested in me pleasuring her. She wanted to suck my cock, which she did, exquisitely. Teasing, licking, sucking; gradually working me into a frenzy until she took me over the edge, sucking me into her mouth and savoring every drop of my juice until I quit throbbing. Holding my cock with one hand she leaned forward and kissed the head and then looked up at my face. "Well, Teacher? Am I still a pretty good little cocksucker?" I reached down and stroked her hair and touched her nose. She raised her face a bit and kissed my finger. "Did I ever thank you for being such a good teacher?" "Why no; I can't say as I remember that, you ungrateful wench," I smiled, teasing her in return. "I do enjoy being the beneficiary of your fine education, though." She climbed up into the bed, snuggling into the crook of my arm, and kissed me. Her lips were still warm and moist from her cock sucking. "You know you saved our marriage, don't you? You and Debs?" I nodded. "Debs and I talked about it." "Before or after?" she asked. "Both." "How did you convince her?" she asked. "What did you tell her? Did you tell her we needed lessons or what?" "Actually you've got it all wrong. As I remember it she told me that we needed to help you two or you were going to end in divorce." Jen raised her head and looked at me. "Really?" she looked puzzled. "What did she say?" "She said that she just knew that what we had was a good thing and what you had wasn't such a good thing, and that she remembered how bad it had been for her until I taught her, and that maybe if we taught the two of you, that you could have a great thing too. Or, at least, something like that." "And that's all it took?" "Well, not quite. We talked about it over a couple of days. She told me all about what you two had been doing together and how you'd never had an orgasm and how she knew that Bill didn't know what he was doing. It took a bit for me to believe she really meant it - after all, Debs had been a prude herself for so long. Bringing you and Bill into our relationship seemed like a huge step for her. But she convinced me she was serious and she loved you, and me; so much so she thought we could do it and survive." Jen was lying on my arm, like she'd been doing earlier before our lovemaking, idly running her finger through my chest hair. She said nothing for a moment. "How old were you when your friend Jennie taught you how to make love?" "18." "Did you ever thank her?" I thought back remembering the experience, the naughtiness and the thrill of being seduced by an older woman. "Not at first." I glanced down at Jen. "I didn't know enough to thank her at first. God, I was so embarrassed. That first time when she let me touch her... and we went into the shower and all she did was touch me before I shot off all over the place. I was so embarrassed, but she let me know it was OK, that it was what she expected to happen. I wanted to run away, but she wasn't letting me do that." "But later you thanked her?" "It was a long time before I recognized what she was doing for me. Hell, I was a walking hard-on in those days -- all I wanted to do was cum. Every time we got together she'd have to quiet me down with a first orgasm, then she'd show me how to pleasure her, showing me it wasn't all about me. I'd get mine, but at the same time I realized that giving was as good or better than receiving, and even later I found I got a bigger kick out of getting her off without her having to tell me how, than I did in getting off myself." "But you did thank her eventually?" "Did I thank her in a "thank you for teaching me to fuck" way? Not really. I mean, you know, I'd do something for her that she'd really enjoy and she'd say thank you, or she'd do something to me and I would too, but really saying thank you? As in for everything she taught me? Only once, the last time I saw her." "What happened?" "I was about to leave for boot camp. I went by to say goodbye." I paused and then corrected myself. "Actually I went by to say goodbye, but really I was thinking I might get laid once more, but her husband was in town and she said no. That's when I thanked her for all she'd done for me, told her I'd never forget her, what a wonderful experience that was for a young, inexperienced kid. But even if I hadn't said thank you... she knew." "How?" "Because, she knew. She taught me to understand her, her needs, her wants. Along with that you learn to understand everything else. I think that's why we -- the four of us -- have always gotten along so well -- we all understand the body language, the non-verbal language of each other so well." Jen's hand had strayed down my body and was now playing with my pubic hair. She occasionally bumped my cock, still soft after her blow job, with her fingers. She took hold of me and squeezed gently. "You've got a nice cock." "Thank you. He likes you, too." I answered. She didn't say anything for a moment. "Jim?" she asked, with a tone that was suddenly more serious. Considering that lying in bed, making pillow talk, playing with your lover's cock is just about as serious as a woman can get; to hear her just say my name in the tone that she did roused my curiosity. "What, Jen?" "I've got a favor I want you to do for me while we're here." I paused just for an instant, the thoughts of "what could this be?" running through my head, but nothing came to mind that untoward. "What's that, Jen? You know I'd do anything for you." She rolled onto her stomach, looking me in the face, pulling my hand under her, holding it with her hands. "I want you to do for Sara what you did for me. I want you to teach her to make love." I've got to admit, I was stunned. For the first time in a long time, I didn't see it coming. Jen was asking me, her lover; her lover who also happened to be several years older than herself, to teach her 18 year old daughter how to make love? Was she kidding? At first I didn't know what to say. You'd have thought my cock would have lurched to attention, but the opposite happened. More like a drunken soldier who'd had one too many and suddenly found it was morning, he shriveled away from the light. What little strength and warmth he'd retained from his loving just a few minutes before disappeared. Thoughts about what she could possibly mean went through my head. What mother tries to pawn her lovely, nubile, young daughter off on some old fogey who's older than she, the Mom, is?" And then, the few things I already knew about Sara started coming into my mind. Sara's sexually active. Sara's eighteen. Sara has known for four years - or maybe longer - that I'm her mother's occasional lover. Sara's just barely eighteen -- she's practically jailbait! (But man, what a little cutie -- and those nipples -- Oh My...STOP THAT.") Sara said her boyfriend wanted her to blow him and Jen told her to 'never give a blow job because he wants it, give a blow job because you want it.' Jen had told Sara that she, Jen, had sucked my cock and liked it. Jen had told Sara that I'd taught her everything she knew. "Sara's Just Fucking Eighteen, you Pervert." Yeah, but it's her mother that suggested it, you've just been dreaming what she'd be like for the last several days. And there it was. My thoughts finally caught up to what had had me in a whirlwind, a frenzy, of thoughts. IF I was one of those guys that took advantage of naïve young ladies. IF I was one of those old timers that couldn't get ladies his own age -- any age. IF I weren't married. IF I didn't have a reputation, a social status, IF I weren't a leader of the community, IF, IF, IF. IF I didn't have all those things holding me back -- I'd have already boned her. Fuck, just a few nights before when I was sucking on her mother's nipples, I'd been wondering what Sara's were like. No, actually I'd been imagining they WERE Sara's nipples, and my cock had been rock hard because of it. I didn't admit it to Jen, I didn't admit it to Debs, but I lusted after Sara. I hadn't admitted it to myself, but I lusted after Sara. I'd love to bed her, have her kneel between my knees and pray to the GOD of Jim's Manhood. I'd love to tongue her pussy, to suck her clit, to hear and feel her, to have her beg for mercy -- and beg for more. I'd love to teach her everything I'd taught Debs and Jenny, everything I had learned from Jennie, my own tutor of so many years ago. And because of all this, I couldn't. Although Jen and I were lovers, Debs and I were soul mates -- and I couldn't cheat on her. Jen and me, Debs and Bill, that wasn't cheating - that was sharing. We were a foursome; not an affair, but a relationship. But Sara, that would be just me, my fantasies, and her. It wouldn't be right. "Jen," I began after saying nothing for what must have been minutes as I lay there, stunned, collecting my thoughts. "I... I don't think I can do that." She said nothing. She just lay there looking at me. Finally she began talking, softly, rolling against my side as she did. "I was raised to believe that sex was bad. I was taught that my body was bad. I had my hang-ups, and they almost ruined my marriage. I've tried not to do that with Sara. One time when she was maybe eleven, I saw her masturbating. She'd gone in to take a bath; she had the radio on, and didn't hear me. I'd opened the door to put clean towels away, and she was lying in the tub, her eyes closed, touching herself. I had to almost clamp my hand over my mouth to stop myself from saying "Sara! Stop that!" At first I didn't know why and then I remembered my grandmother's voice as she walked in on me while I was touching myself. I suddenly remembered her jerking me up and out of the tub and paddling my bare behind, my grandmother's voice scolding me, telling me how I was being naughty and dirty and a bad girl and good girls didn't do such things. And I caught myself. I didn't do that to Sara. I just backed out of the bathroom and closed the door. I've never did told her that." She paused and raised up looking me right in the eyes. "I don't want Sara to be where I was. And I know she's had some bad experiences so far. Not as bad as what I had, but still not good. And if I could change, if I could become the woman I am because of you, why can't she?" "I understand the reasoning," I answered, "and believe me when I say every man in the world looks at a pretty teen like Sara and wonders what it would be like to be with her, but she's barely a legal adult. Why just a few months ago she'd have been just plain illegal in 49 states and probably 6 of the 7 continents, it just doesn't feel right. I take your daughter to bed... and I may regret it for the rest of my life." I paused for a moment; she said nothing, so I continued, "And besides, what would I do, walk up to her and say, "Hey Sara, let's go to the bedroom, your mom wants me to seduce you?" I didn't even realize in saying this I was negating everything that I'd just argued and was making an excuse as to why I could bed Sara. Jen shook her head no. "It's not like that, Jim." "Just how is it, then?" I questioned, "Is she going to proposition me?" "Give it enough time, she just might. It's why she came with us on this trip." I'm sure my mouth fell open as I stammered out a "What?" "It's why she came with us on this trip. She wants you to teach her how to make love the way you taught me." I just looked at her in disbelief. "Really," she continued. "It's actually her idea. At least, sort of." "Sort of?" I repeated. She nodded. "What do you mean by "sort of." "You know she's always had a crush on you?" Jen asked. Thoughts of the previous 18 years rushed through my head, really just the first 12 -- except for talking on the phone and Christmas letters I really hadn't seen her in almost 7. All the hints came flooding back to me; Sara snuggling on my lap when they visited; Sara choosing to sit next to me if she had the chance; all those little things that don't mean a thing -- right up until they suddenly mean something. I'd always ignored the signs that she had a crush on me knowing that someday she would grow up and it would go away. "Oh, come on, don't all girls have a crush on some older male figure when they're growing up? A school teacher or an uncle or someone?" "I suppose," she answered, "And you've been hers." "So how does that get to be her coming up with the idea that I sleep with her?" "Well, it's been quite some time coming to this point. I admit it took Debs and me a while to accept it ourselves. At first we..." "WHAT?" I interrupted. "Debs knows about this too?" "Of course. You know we have no secrets, don't you Jim?" She looked slightly perplexed for a second, "Actually, you know when I think about it, it was actually Debs that suggested she needed a lover to teach her. A lover like you, a lover just like we'd had. So I guess it was actually Debs that suggested it first." "I don't get it. You and Debs and Sara were talking? When was this, sometime this week?" "Oh no, it's been quite some time. Probably close to a year now. You know sometimes Sara calls and talks with Debs? I mean we get along really well, as well as any mother and daughter do, but I am still her mother and sometimes what I tell her isn't what she wants to hear..." I knew that occasionally Sara would call and talk with Debs, what I always considered "girl stuff" as that's what Debs always told me she'd called about. "So when she started becoming sexually active," she continued, "at first she didn't really want to tell me what was happening so she began by telling Debs. Maybe it's the distance or that it wasn't her mother or whatever, but she was telling Debs everything and asking Debs everything about what she was doing and thinking of doing and everything. Eventually Debs told her they needed to include me in our conversations and they sort of became a three way. And then one day, Sara said "I wish Uncle Jim could teach me." ~ "Where have you been?" I asked, realizing that I hadn't seen Sara in a while. "Just in my room." She wiggled a little under the water, her hands out of sight, her legs moving. Suddenly her hand came out of the water placing her green thong on the deck beside the spa. Leaning forward, her hands went behind her back and in a flash she'd removed her bra and it went in the pile with the rest of her bikini. She turned back to me and suddenly it dawned on me what was happening. Debs and Bill in the house, Debs called Jen away. Debs had supplied me with Vitamin V; Sara nowhere to be seen for some time but unexpectedly arriving - and just like that, suddenly she's naked with me. "Sara," I began, shaking my head, "We can't.... I can't... do this" Sara leaned forward putting her hands on my knees and slid forward off the seat toward me, her hands running up my thighs. Her mouth was slightly open, her lips moist. It was all I could do not to reach out with my own hands and caress her body. "Why not?" she asked softly, sliding her hands around to my hips, not quite reaching my naked butt as she talked. Has her voice ever been that sexy before this moment? flashed through my mind. "Because I'm too old for you, for one. Because you haven't even been an adult for a year; and no matter what you and your mother think, I can't do it." "But if I hadn't been an adult for just a little while would you do it?" "But you have been, which makes it a moot point." She slid back into her seat, leaning back. I could just see the tops of her breasts floating in the water, completely unsupported but just as firm as they had been earlier in the day. Knowing they were no longer encumbered with a bra -- that at any time she could rise up and I'd see those luscious nipples that had been poking through her clothes all week was all I could think about. My dick grew even harder. New Generations "Do you know what time it is?" she asked, for no apparent reason. The seemingly irrelevant question took me by surprise. It took a moment for me to change gears. Finally I shook my head, "I've got no clue. Maybe 11? 11:30?" "Close. It's about twenty minutes after 12," she whispered. She said nothing else, just looking at me, and I had that funny feeling that she'd just said something of great import -- and I'd missed the meaning. "So why did you ask me, if you already know what time it is?" "Because that makes it July 15th." Sometimes I can be really dense, and this was one such time. I just looked at her, uncomprehending, trying to figure where she was going with this. "July 15th," she repeated, but it still meant nothing to me. "As of 20 minutes ago it's my 19th birthday. I'm old enough and we have Aunt Debs permission. I want you to teach me how to make love."