Summer of Lust

The sun was very warm compared to the chilly water, and I warmed quickly. Christine scooted onto the blanket next to me at my invitation, and we stretched out to watch the guys work, as they watched us relax and warm up.

"Isn't this cool?" Christine asked me quietly.

“Skinny-dipping?” I asked.

“Well, yeah,” she said, “and being able to lie out here without worrying about having to cover up?”

“I hadn’t really thought about it.” I replied. “We used to come down here when we were in high school and go skinny-dipping.”

“But did you lay out in the sun afterwards so the guys could watch you?” She asked.

“Well, no,” I said, “I never did that in high school. We’d usually get right back into our clothes after swimming.”

“And most of the girls would hide behind the bushes to get dressed and undressed,” Christine said, “and most of the guys.”

“Have you and Jeff been coming down here a lot?” I asked.

“About every weekend.” She said.

“Do you guys usually do this?” I asked.

“Go without the clothes?” She asked.

“Yeah.”

“And then some…” she said, with a sly smile.

“And then some?” I said as I looked at her incredulously. “What does that mean?”

“Well,” she said, “it’s a really free feeling when you lose some of those small-town hang-ups and let go a little bit.”

I thought about that a little and said, “I didn’t think I had a lot of small-town hang-ups.”

“Really?”

“Well, I haven’t exactly been stuck in a convent this last year,” I said. “You might be surprised at some of the things that go on down at school in Des Moines.”

Just then Jeff came trudging up out of the creek, covered with goose bumps and shivering. He actually looked a little blue. “Boy, that water’s a little cool if you stay in it too long!” He brushed the water from himself and stood at our feet, looking admiringly at the two of us.

Christine smiled at Jeff, and looked directly at his crotch. “The water must be really cold!” She said.

Jeff looked down at his shriveled prick and grinned back at Christine. “Maybe I need to warm it up a little, somehow.” He winked at me as he headed over to the tree where the robes were hung. Ben and Jake came wandering out of the creek, also looking like they’d spent a little too long in the water. Even shriveled up, Jake’s cock looked big. Both he and Ben stood at our feet, brushing water off and eyeing Christine and I appreciatively.

When Jeff came back he had all the robes, and handed one to Ben and one to Jake. Then he offered one to Christine, who stood up and took it. She winked at Jake and said “Maybe we should try a bowl of that hash you’ve got, Jake.” Both Jake and Jeff smiled at the suggestion.

Ben shrugged and looked at me, saying, “I’m up for about anything.” He offered me a hand as I stood up, and helped me into my robe.

Jake led the way into the den, and plopped into the couch next to the hookah. Christine sat to the left of him, and Jeff, Ben and I took the chairs that made up the rest of the circle. As Jake worked on loading the hookah, Christine adjusted her robe slightly. It was quite short, and she pulled it down slightly. Although this kept the robe from revealing the nicely trimmed pussy, it made the top loosen up so the sides of her breasts showed a little more. Christine was a natural-born exhibitionist.

“So Jan,” she said, “tell me more about what goes on in Des Moines.”

Jake looked up with interest, and asked, “Pretty wild parties?”

Ben perked up and said, “Yeah, I want to hear about some of this.”

“What’s the wildest thing you’ve seen down there?” Christine asked, egging me on.

“Well,” I said, “There was this one big party where about a dozen people were playing strip poker, and things got a little carried away.”

“Really?” Ben asked. “What happened?”

“Were you in the poker game?” Jake asked.

“Not to begin with.” I said. “Bruce and I didn’t get there until later. The party was really going strong by the time I got there. Actually the poker game going on downstairs was just a warm up for the one going on upstairs.”

“Who’s Bruce?” Jeff asked indelicately.

“A guy I used to date.” I explained. I quickly checked Ben to see if he showed any signs of jealousy. I needn’t have bothered, I guess. Ben is like a big loyal dog that isn’t phased by anything.

Jake had finished loading the hookah and had taken a long drag. He passed the hose to me, so I took a hit. It was really sweet tasting hash, nothing like I’d ever had before.

“So where was this party? At a bar or a house, or what?” Christine wanted to know.

“It was this big old house on the edge of town, and it was famous for the killer parties that went on there.” I explained. “Anyway, there was about ten people playing strip poker downstairs. We knew most of them. About half of the guys were down to their boxers, and three of the girls were down to just their panties. It didn’t take Bruce and I long to figure out that some of these folks were losing on purpose.”

“Wow, “ Jeff said, “why would they be losing on purpose?”

“Well, we figured out that if you lost at the table downstairs, you’d have to go upstairs and play for ‘penalties’ to get your clothes back.”

“What kind of ‘penalties’?” Jake asked, taking another hit off the hookah and handing it to me.

“They wouldn’t tell us right away. You had to play the game to find out.”

“What if you won at the downstairs table?” Ben asked.

“Well, If you won more than five pieces of someone else’s clothing you got to go upstairs and be one of the judges.” I said.

“Did you and Bruce play?” Christine asked, now completely interested. I noticed that I had everyone’s undivided attention, and even I was getting into my story. The hash we were smoking was having a wonderfully loosening effect on us all.

“After we had a few drinks, we decided we’d have to play so we could find out what was going on upstairs. We asked some of the people that were coming back down, but none of them would tell us. It seemed like they all had their clothes back and some were fired up to get back into the game downstairs. They all said that we’d just have to try if we wanted to find out.”

“So did you?” Jake asked. I noticed that there was a bulge developing under the robe in Jake’s lap.

“Yeah,” I said, “Bruce and I decided to try it. Bruce is a pretty good poker player, and it didn’t take too long before he had won ten pieces of clothing. Some of it was mine. I’m not very good at poker, I guess.”

“So Bruce got to go upstairs to be a judge?” Jake asked.

“Yeah, and it didn’t take long before I had lost all my clothes, and I got to go upstairs too.”

“So what went on upstairs?” Christine asked.

“There was another table up there where about eight people were sitting around playing one of those adult board games. You got to roll dice, and move around the board. Every now and then you landed on a spot where you had to draw a card. Sometimes you had to french kiss the guy to your right or something like that. Of course, with no clothes on, there was a lot of groping going on.

“They had printed up some of their own cards too, so they had a couple of special things set up.”

“Like what?” Ben asked.

“Well, they had a blanket tacked up in a doorway to the room, and if you got one of the special cards, the three guys on your left went in the other room.”

“Then what?” Christine asked, taking another hit off the hookah.

“There was a hole cut in the blanket, where one of the guys would stick his cock through. You’d give the guy on the other side a blow job and then you’d have to guess which one it was.”

“Wow!” Ben said, “Did you get to do it?”

“ I didn’t get that one,” I said, “I got one of the other ones, so I got to sit in a chair on the other side of the blanket and guess who was eating me.”

“So how did you win?” Jake asked.

“It was complicated. The rest of the people at the table had flash cards like judges at the Olympics. If you gave the guy a really incredible blow job, they’d hold up scores like 5.8, 5.9, 5.9, 5.8, and 5.9! Everybody was so drunk, I don’t think anybody really cared if they actually won or not.”

I noticed that as I had described the party, bulges had started to form under each of the guys’ robes. Even Christine looked flushed and excited, and I could see that her nipples were poking through the robe.

The hash we were smoking seemed to have a very stimulating effect on me as well, and I noticed that my own nipples were at full attention. I found out later that it was some very special hash.

“You guys want to play truth or dare?” Jake asked. Everybody sort of grinned and shrugged. (I think we were all loosened up to the point where we’d do or say about anything.)

“Since it was your idea, you can go first. “ Jeff said to Jake.

“Truth.” Jake said.

Christine spoke up, glancing at me with a sly grin. “Tell Jan exactly how long your cock is.”

I know I blushed. Jake turned to me with a smile and said, “Ten inches.”

“Whoa!” Jeff said. “That sounds like a little bit of an exaggeration. You’ll have to prove that.” Jeff took a sip of his beer and a hit off the hookah and grinned. Christine piped in and asked if Jake had a ruler. There was one in the kitchen, and Ben volunteered to get it since he wanted another beer anyway. He came back with beers for everybody and handed the ruler to Christine, who was seated next to Jake.

“OK, big guy, let’s see how you measure up!” Christine said, looking expectantly at Jake. Jake pulled the robe open, and his semi-erect cock popped out. Christine wrapped her right hand around it and stood the ruler next to it with her left hand. Actually, Christine couldn't actually get her fingers completely around the enormous tool, but she gently stroked up and down a little until Jake’s member was at full attention.

I found myself getting terribly turned on by watching this. I could see that Jeff and Ben both had tents in their laps as they watched Christine measure Jake’s cock. Christine took what seemed a long time, lazily stroking and carefully checking the ruler. I could see from where I sat that it was a good ten inches long. It was also thicker than most I’d ever seen, and I found myself wondering what that thing would feel like inside of me, assuming I could somehow make it fit.

“You better be careful where you aim that thing!” Jeff said to Christine, laughing. “You never know if it’ll go off or not.”

“If she keeps that up much longer, it’s bound to go off!” Jake said, as Christine continues to lazily stroke Jake.

“I guess he was telling the truth.” Said Christine, looking at me.

“It’s your turn, Christine.” Ben said. “Truth or Dare?”

Christine reluctantly released Jake’s massive tool and set the ruler down. Then she took a hit off the hookah. She was breathing rather heavily and took a minute to calm down. The sexual tension in the room was electric and thick enough that you could cut it with a knife.

“Truth!” She said at last, releasing a huge cloud of hash smoke.

Jake looked at her with a grin and asked, “How often do you masturbate?”

Christine considered that for a moment, and took a sip of beer. “That kind of depends.”

“On what?” I asked.

“On whether or not I have Jeff around or not.” She said.

“Well, on average, then.” Jake asked. I noticed that he had only partially closed his robe, and I could still see his prick slowly pulsing as it slightly deflated.

“Maybe once a week.” Christine said. “You know, I actually had a seminar at school on how to masturbate.”

“Are you kidding?” Ben asked incredulously.

“No, not at all!” Christine said. “It was one of those feminine sexual awareness things. There was about eight of us in the seminar, and we did all sorts of exercises to make us comfortable with our sexuality. I thought it would be a cool seminar to go to.”

“So, what did they do, pass out dildos, or what?” Ben asked, sitting forward on the edge of his chair.

“No, silly! It was really rather an interesting experience. We all took a long time to get to know each other, and there was a lot of trust-building exercises. We all promised not to think that masturbation was perverted or anything.”

“Then what?” I asked.

“Eventually, we all took all our clothes off, and sat around in a circle to admire each other’s bodies. The instructor showed us the ‘proper’ way to masturbate, and we sat in a circle and masturbated for 30 minutes.”

“30 minutes?” Ben asked. “Exactly?”

“Yeah,” Christine explained. “We weren’t allowed to come until the instructor said so. It was really intense at the end. I didn’t think I could do it.”

“So you had a circle jerk?” Jeff asked. We all laughed at that.

“Yeah, I guess you could say so.” Christine said, “but it was such a cool experience, I think it was a little beyond that.”

“So what exactly is the ‘proper’ way to masturbate?” Ben asked Christine.

Everybody chuckled at that one.

“Haven’t you ever watched a woman masturbate properly, Ben?” Jake asked.

Ben looked at me with a shy smile, like he didn’t know what to say.

“I think Christine should show Ben exactly what the ‘proper’ way is!” Jeff, said, winking at Christine.

“That sounds like a dare.” Christine said, grinning as she took another hit.

I looked at Ben, and he looked at me. This was really getting out of hand. Both of us were so high on that amazing hash. We were among close friends, and we seemed to be so cozy and warm and intimate. I, for one, was amused and waited to see how Christine would respond.

Jeff took a hit off the hookah, and said, “I just think we all should have our feminine awareness raised a little.”

“All of us?” Christine asked, looking at Ben and I and then Jake.

“Sure!” Ben said, just trying to egg Christine on.

“Go for it!” I said. Jake chimed in with his encouragement too.

“OK,” Christine said, “Will you all do exactly as I say?”

“I will!” Jeff said.

I wasn’t thinking very hard about this, I guess. The effect of the hash made me so uninhibited, that it didn’t seem shocking at all. “I’m game!” I said.

Jake and Ben both nodded.

“OK then,” Christine said leaning back in her seat, “everybody follow along. Just lean back and get comfortable.”

We all leaned back in the chairs and couch like Christine had.

“Now, we are going to do this for each other. You have to trust that you are among friends and that there is nothing you will do that will be a cause for embarrassment, and that there is no reason to be shy.” Christine started.

“I think we’re all big kids here.” Jake said.

“And this is our secret, and whatever happens here just stays between us here?” Christine asked.

We all nodded in unison. I was fascinated with the turn of events, and wondered exactly what was going to happen next.

“Everybody loosen up a little, and open your robes.” Christine said as she pulled her robe open to expose her full breasts and neatly trimmed pussy. She was lying back so that her ass was on the edge of the couch and her legs were slightly parted. The lips of her twat were already reddened and pouting, and her hands were roaming from her tummy to her breasts. She began to toy with her nipples. I noticed that all eyes were fixed on Christine.

All three of the guys had followed suit, and had opened their robes to show off their family jewels. Jeff’s cock was magnificently hard, and he was lazily stroking it, and toying with his balls. Ben was playing with his balls with one hand and rubbing his member to a nice erection. I opened my robe as well, not wanting to appear like I was the odd one. Actually, I was quite aroused with the whole turn of events, and found it exciting and intimate to show off for the others.

Christine let her hands roam across her tummy and down her thighs, and she spread her legs slightly. “OK,” she said, “We’re doing this for each other, so you have to give everybody a really good view.” Christine then ran her fingers across the lips of her pussy and held it as if to display it.

Jeff and Ben both followed suit, spreading their legs wide to show off their balls. Jeff reached under his to heft them and roll them around impressively. This was making me really hot. I spread my legs more, and ran a finger up and down the length of my slit. As I got back to the top, I used my fingers to spread my labia slightly so that my clit was exposed. I touched it gently with the tip of my finger, and felt myself quiver.

“OK now,” Christine said, “Go slow. The idea is to make this last a half an hour. No fair coming until I say so.” Christine made slow lazy circles with her finger in the curls of her hair of her crotch.

“Oh wow,” Ben said, as he stopped stroking his cock and just held it as it twitched, “I don’t know if I can go half an hour!”

“You’ll just have to try to control yourself.” Christine said. She was really putting on a show now. She had pulled her pussy lips apart to expose the pink wetness inside.

I watched Ben. He was rubbing the underside of his cock just behind the head, making little circles with his middle finger. The head was purple and swollen.

Glancing at Jake, I saw him slowly stroke the length of his cock with his left hand. The monster had blue veins snaking up the length of it, and as it pulsed slightly, the veins would move with the skin. He was watching me intently, his eyes fixed on my finger as it traced a lazy circle around my clit. I could feel my twat start to ooze as I got more and more aroused. Some of the sperm that Ben had spewed inside of me earlier was leaking out.

Christine looked at Ben and asked, “Do you ever play with your nipples when you masturbate?”

Ben was staring directly at Christine, who was tugging at a nipple with one hand as her other massaged her pussy.

“I never thought my nipples were very sensitive, I guess.” Ben said, as he tried fondling one of his tentatively. “I guess it does feel kind of nice though. I know Jan just loves to have her nipples played with.”

Christine and Jeff both looked at me with that remark. I felt the urge to show them just how much I like the idea, and used both hands to fondle both of my nipples at once. I gave them a little tug and felt my pussy contract. A large dollop of Ben sperm oozed forth, and ran down the lips of my pussy. I could fell the wetness seeping from between my legs. Jeff’s eyes got big and he said, “Oh Wow! Did you see that?”

I was suddenly the center of attention. I could feel four pairs of eyes watching Ben’s cum puddle between my legs. It made me so hot my pussy twitched again, and still more drooled out. Ben must have deposited a huge load inside of me. I reached down and dipped my middle finger in the wetness and used it to make my clit slippery and wet.

Jeff was stroking his cock rapidly now, and even Christine was watching intently, and had seemingly forgotten about any need for restraint. She was using both hands, and had slid one finger inside her pussy while rubbing her clit with her other hand.

I felt positively lewd, as I contracted my muscles as much as possible to get even more of Ben’s cum to run out. I dabbed a bit with my finger and brought it to my lips to taste it.

“Oh Wow!” Jake said, “That’s amazing!” He was breathing heavy, pumping his cock steadily, and the head of his cock was so big it looked like it’d burst. Seeing the effect I was having on him, I took a dab of the love juice and moistened my right nipple with it.

If I was driving Jake and Jeff crazy with the little show I was putting on, Christine, had become the focus of Ben’s attention, as she was now pumping two fingers in and out of her cunt.

Ben began stroking his cock rapidly, and grunted, “I can’t….uhhh…. wait any more…” as cum spouted from the head of his prick and landed on his hand.

“No fair, Ben!” Christine said between ragged breaths.