Amber Fountaine stories contain sexually explicit descriptions of consensual sexual activity and are not suitable for reading by anyone under the age of 18 or anyone offended by reading such material. These acts include gay and bisexual activity as well as water sports, diapers, cross-dressing and other fetishes and perversions that may please the author's whims. The characters in these stories are fictional, but are based on the author's true experiences, as well as the experiences of others he has met.
Weekend in the Woods - Friday
(Bisexual, Urination, TV)
Rick had been apprehensive from the moment Marcie had suggested this weekend getaway. He hadn't been naked in front of a group of men since high school gym class, and the only women that had ever seen him naked, besides Marcie, had been his mother and his Aunt Beth, many years back in his childhood. Yet somehow - more like as usual - Marcie had talked him into spending Labor Day weekend at 'Hidden Pines Resort.' Marcie always had her way.
He knew Marcie was a lot more experienced than he was in most every aspect of life, and it wasn't because she was a couple of years older. Rick was the classic nerd. He'd been more interested in books than broads for most of his life and had a PhD before many of the young men his age had an undergraduate degree. But he had little or no practical experience in life itself. Marcie was just the opposite. Where Rick thought of school as the place to get an education, Marcie was educated, but thought of school as more a place to further her experiences. She had never hesitated a moment in her entire life to take time to sample everything that life could offer. If ever there was a poster child for hedonism, it was Marcie. Her free spirit was one of the things that held Rick in awe of her. It had begun the day they met.
Rick had been hired by the company the day following his earning a BS degree, and given a small monthly stipend while he completed his graduate work. Then he'd been put to work in the field, bouncing around between several locations before he'd been brought in to head a project at the corporate headquarters. He hadn't so much as decided which drawer in his desk would hold what when Marcie had walked into his new office and introduced herself.
"I'm Marcie Murray and you must be the new hot shot genius that we've been paying to do nothing."
Rick's first reaction had been defensive, wondering why this strange, outspoken woman was challenging him. But her sparkling eyes and glowing smile disarmed him immediately. She explained she was the administrative assistant to the VP of Research and Development and had been responsible for sending him his checks while he'd still been in school. She let him know that more often than not, he'd be submitting reports and other assorted paperwork through her. By the time she finished her twenty-minute visit to his office, he was smitten for the first time in his life.
Over the next few weeks, he saw Marcie almost daily and the second or third time he made a trip to her office on some overt pretext that an idiot could see through, she told him, "You want to ask me out. So why don't you?"
In his entire life, Rick had dated less than a dozen times and most of those dates had been arranged by someone else and the others, the girl had asked him. He had never asked a girl for a date. "Yeah, uh, I guess I do. . . . . Do you want to?"
She had tried not to laugh, but couldn't hold back completely. "You sure have a way with words Rick, I'm glad you're not in the sales department. Yes, I'd like very much to go out with you."
Getting him in bed with her hadn't been any easier for Marcie. Again she'd almost had to drag him and once there, it was painfully obvious to her that she had just deflowered a virgin. Fortunately he'd been as fast a learner in the bedroom as he had been in the schoolroom. Within a few weeks, she had him doing things he'd never heard of - things he was certain his parents would NEVER have thought to try.
That wasn't true for Marcie's folks. They'd been hippies in their youth, swingers in the '70s, and Marcie was sure that swinging had a lot to do with her being the only person on either side of her family that had reddish-blonde hair.
Unlike Rick, Marcie had been to Hidden Pines on many occasions, with and without a date, going back to before she was old enough to date. A nudist colony was nothing new to Marcie Murray. She'd toyed with the idea of inviting Rick to spend a weekend with her at Hidden Pines going back to when they'd first started dating. He was tremendously shy and thought maybe a weekend in the nude would shock him out of his shell. She always smiled to herself when she thought of how he'd blushed from head to toe the first few times she'd undressed him or the first time she'd slept over at his place and had initiated a morning sex session. He couldn't believe she wanted to do it in the daytime!
She knew he was nervous even now, as they drove to the resort. They were less than five miles from where they'd have to turn off the main highway and for the last ten miles Rick's grip on the wheel had been getting tighter and tighter. He was trying to act laid back and casual, but his white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel was giving him away. That thought made her wonder if her dad would ever be giving her away.
Rick had proposed to her and she had accepted enthusiastically, but - on conditions. She loved Rick and knew he would be a good provider and would make an excellent father to the children she hoped were in her future. But she had some concerns about their sex life and whether she could be faithful to one man; especially a man whose endowment in the penis department was on the small side of average. That was another reason this weekend was so important to her. She had no idea if Rick realized that men's cocks were of all variety in size and shape and that women like Marcie were used to sampling them all.
She had been sure, almost from the day she'd walked in his office to meet him, that Rick was totally lost when it came to women. Where he'd been smitten, she'd been intrigued. She was a beautiful woman the had no problem getting men to eat out of her hand. When Rick hadn't responded like most every other man, she'd assumed at first that he was gay. Then when he began making silly excuses to bring her paperwork she didn't need or could just as well have been emailed, she realized he was attracted to her, but was clueless at to what to do about it. When she concluded that he was probably heterosexual and maybe the oldest living virgin in the area, she decided it was her duty to God, her country, her company - and of course her ever present libido - to show Rick what he was missing. And somewhere along the way, she'd fallen madly in love with the guy.
So this weekend was a test of sorts in several ways. In bed, he'd sometimes shown a slight hesitation at some of her suggestions, but had never balked completely, and usually became enthusiastic about her ideas once he'd tried them. When she'd told him about this great resort where they could go away for the weekend, he'd gladly accepted the plan. But when she'd handed him their brochure and told him it was a nudist resort, he'd almost swallowed his tongue. Then she reminded him that he'd sort of agreed that maybe some day they'd go to a lake in the area that had a beach that was supposed to be clothing optional. His biggest concern, like most men, was that he'd get an embarrassing erection and she'd assured him, without seeming to be too knowledgeable on the subject, that it happened all the time and no one thought a thing about it. "Besides," she'd told him, "We'll have our own cabin and if your cock gets hard, we'll just put it to good use." Rick couldn't say no to that proposal.
However, as honest as he'd tried to be with her, Rick couldn't bring himself to tell Marcie the real reason for his apprehension. He wasn't too concerned about getting a boner in front of a bunch of naked women, though he wondered if it might happen since Marcie had opened his eyes to sex with the opposite sex. No, his greatest apprehension was that the sight of all those other naked men would get him excited and give away his secret. Going back as far as he could remember, Rick had been a sissy - in every sense of the word - and thoughts of his sexual experiences with other boys and men were never far from his mind.
It had started before puberty when the neighborhood boys had teased him about being a sissy and a little girl in boys clothes. Since he didn't have any siblings and was unaware at the time of the physical differences between a boy and girl, he had it in his head that all he had to do was wear girl's clothes and have a girl's name and that would make him a girl. He'd cried to his mother that he wished he'd really been a girl so that the boys wouldn't tease him and his mom and aunt had decided to make his wish come true. They let him spend a couple of weeks at his aunt's house, while her husband was gone with the local Guard unit, and the whole time he was dressed as 'Rhonda' and treated like a baby girl. He loved it, and became more convinced than ever that he really should have been a girl. He kept the small wardrobe of diapers and dresses that they'd bought him and wore it whenever he had the house to himself or when he helped his mom do housework. For the next four years, little 'Rhonda' spent two weeks each summer visiting his aunt and in between, loved to help his mom around the house, especially when she'd let him wear big girl panties and one of her old housedresses. But when the girls at school started wearing training bras and he'd asked for one, his mom had drawn the line on their dress-up fun and told him to forget it and start acting like a man.
Like he could really forget the most pleasant experiences of his life. That bra request had also gotten him a lecture from his dad on the birds and bees and what was expected of good young men in regards to their sexual aspirations with the opposite sex. Rick's take on that lecture had been that where women were concerned, there was a whole list of things you had to do a certain way and unspoken things that you were never to do and it was all way too complicated and hardly seemed worth the effort. And there had been no mention whatsoever of things you should do, could do, or more important, weren't supposed to do when it came to fooling around in a sexual way with other boys. Rick concluded that there were no rules about that and since his dad hadn't mentioned it, he inferred that meant he wasn't to mention it either.
So a year or so later, when Danny, an older boy in the neighborhood had befriended Rick and offered to show him the wonderful time two boys could have together, Rick had accepted the invitation. They'd quickly progressed from jacking off together to sucking each other's cocks, and when Danny found out that Rick had dressed in his mother's clothes, Danny had offered him the use of his older sister's things. For the next two years, 'Rhonda' was Danny's secret girlfriend, even going as far as secretly buying Rhonda perfume and panties and gifts of that sort for Christmas and Rhonda's birthday. Then Danny got old enough to get serious about real girls and dropped Rhonda. However, Rhonda wasn't without a blow-buddy for long. Danny was followed by Craig who led into Gary. And when Gary's folks moved, Gary was replaced by Sam, who kept Rick's free time occupied until they went off to different colleges. What they all had in common was that they loved Rhonda's blow jobs and readily accepted and played along with the delusion that Rhonda was a girl, always referring to Rhonda's little cock as her 'clitty' or 'pussy stick' or some other name than cock.
Two weeks into his Freshman semester at Tech, Rick's roommate Darren had come in from a date complaining of 'blue balls'. "If you weren't here, I'd jack off," Darren had told Rick to test his reaction.
Rick hadn't had a cock to play with in a few weeks and heard opportunity knocking. "Since I am here, why don't I do it for you?" Rick had offered.
"Shit yeah," Darren had told him. "I was hoping you were queer."
Rick had never given his sexual orientation much thought one way or another. He liked girls, was attracted to them, but thought the dating ritual, when all you wanted was to get your rocks off, was way over complicated. A blow-buddy was so much easier and less time consuming. A date would take most of the evening, and if Rick's limited experience was any example, left a guy with an empty wallet and needing to jack off anyway. But a roommate willing to swap blowjobs was ideal. Rick could mark his place in whatever book he was studying, trade turns sucking each other's cocks, and be back hitting the books within an hour or less. To Rick's way of thinking, if all you wanted to do was blow a wad, why not do it efficiently. Besides, he never denied being a sissy, was accused of it all the time, so why not live up to people's expectations. The only thing he found disappointing about Darren was that Darren didn't like 'Rhonda'. He'd trade blowjobs with Rick, and considered Rick a sissy, however he didn't want Rick running around their dorm room in panties. But by then, Rick was almost out of his teens and Rick thought it time to leave the 'Rhonda' part of his life behind. If having sex with another male was queer, than so be it. He was much more interested in getting his degrees than in the labels people used for each other.
Then he met Marcie and that changed his way of thinking about life and love and the opposite sex; just as he had changed hers.
Marcie couldn't believe that she could be attracted in any way to a guy that she would describe, from the moment she met him in person, as a sissy. There was nothing overt about his actions or mannerisms. He was a good-looking, almost handsome male and didn't prance or act swishy in any way, yet there was definitely an effeminate side to him. There were a hundred little things a woman picks up on. If there were a 'Sissy Scale' with a hundred points, Rick had scored an 85; probably the lowest grade he'd ever made. She'd been surprised when he began to show her more attention than the job called for, and when it became obvious, she'd been even more surprised at herself when she'd all but made him ask her out.
In the beginning, she had sort of considered him - and his sexual education - to be an amusing avocation. He wasn't at all the type of man she was used to dating and she had continued to see other men besides Rick. To her further amazement, she began spending more time with Rick, and as he got better at satisfying her in bed, began turning down offers from other men. Finally she had to admit that she'd fallen in love with him. Then when he'd proposed, she hadn't hesitated to give him an enthusiastic 'yes', but had added that they should seriously consider a long engagement to be sure they were compatible in every way. Her main concern was not Rick, but herself. She was certain that after a while, she'd need more sex than Rick could provide her - or a least a bigger sex organ occasionally. And she'd always wondered if Rick might not have a gay side to him that he hadn't revealed. A couple of times she'd broached the subject in a way that he could give that air, and once it seemed like he was about to. But a waitress had interrupted at that moment and he'd quickly changed the subject.
So that was another part of her plan for the weekend. She wanted to see how he reacted to the presence of nude men and women. Would the men get him more excited than the women? Or would the women be the cause of his erections? Would he be so nervous that he didn't get an erection at all? That had never happened with any of the other men she'd brought with her to Hidden Pines, and of course she hadn't told him about that, just as she hadn't mentioned some of the social activities the resort offered. The Saturday night 'Ball' was a lot more than just a dance! She had a small wager going with Don and Diane that Rick wouldn't make it past noon on Saturday. That was another reason she'd insisted they take a day of vacation and drive up on Friday. If Rick did flake out, it wouldn't be in front of all the people the would be there over the heart of the weekend. But they didn't know Rick like she did. She felt sure he'd be nervous and shy, but she was betting he'd make it through the whole weekend. In a way, you might say she was betting her life on it. Because if Rick flaked out, the chances of their marrying were very slim in her mind.
The first few minutes at least, went smoothly. Rick had expected to be met by naked people as soon as they got there. He envisioned driving over a hill or coming through a gate and suddenly being surrounded by nudists. That wasn't the case. Hidden Pines - the full real name, he discovered when they checked in, was, "Hidden in the Pines Lodge & Resort" - had the appearance of being a lodge just like many others in the area. If a stranger were to drive up, mistaking the lodge for the entrance to the nearby National Park, and of course wouldn't have the necessary reservation and recommendation, he'd be told there were no vacancies and he would leave, never knowing he'd been at the entrance hall of a nudist colony.
Once you had checked in, one of the staff or a guest who had volunteered to help, would go with you on a large golf cart back to your car where everything was unloaded and the guests and their luggage - you didn't have to pack a lot for a weekend in the nude - would be taken to their cabin. Guests were not allowed to go back to their cars in the nude nor were clothes allowed on the grounds once a guest had checked in. It wasn't until Rick and Marcie neared their cabin that they saw other people; all naked and most waving to them. As they got closer to their cabin, they also got closer to people coming and going and a few spoke to Marcie.
"You know all those people?" Rick asked as soon as they were in their cabin.
"Not all of them," she answered. "But a few are here all the time. I've been coming here for years," she reminded him. "The last couple I spoke to have been members since the place opened." Then she explained that the couple had the other end of the cabin and how all the cabins were duplexes, sometimes used by families, and pointed at the interconnecting door. Her explanation was pointless as Rick's thoughts were elsewhere.
Rick couldn't remember what the couple had looked like but the guy had a fat cockhead on a short shaft that didn't droop at all. It almost looked like his cockhead had been mounted like a hunting trophy in a tuft of trimmed hair and his nut sack was one of the biggest Rick had ever seen. He couldn't help but wonder how long that cock would get if he sucked on it. He'd also noted that the woman had neatly trimmed pubic hair and the biggest areolas he'd ever seen. Not that he'd seen that many. But he had seen pictures and knew Marcie's were bigger than most and this woman's were even bigger.
Because he'd been sitting in the back seat of the cart, he'd gotten away with staring at their bodies, but he made himself a mental note to be sure to keep his eyes on other people's faces, as he'd been instructed. He'd asked Marcie what the rules of etiquette were for a place like this and she'd told him that number one was to always carry a towel to sit on and number two, look people in the eye, not in the crotch. And the only clothing allowed, unless you were working, was leather sandals or boat shoes.
Marcie wasted no time getting undressed and was down to just her panties before Rick had finished tipping the cart driver and had brought in their one big suitcase. The only reason the suitcase was so big and heavy was that Marcie had insisted on bringing three bottles of booze. She'd told him they had beer, wine, and soda available, and if you wanted anything stronger, you brought a bottle and kept it behind the bar at the community hall. One of the bottles was for her and the rest were for some friends he'd be meeting later.
When he sat on the edge of the bed without undressing, she told him, "Get your clothes off and let's cover each other with sun screen. Then let's go for a walk. I want to show you where everything is at."
Once naked, it was obvious that Rick was already semi stiff. "What if I get a hard on?" he asked again, pointing out that he was half way there. They'd joked about it, but now it was no longer a joke and looked like it was about to happen.
"Well, I suppose I could drag you off in the bushes and suck it for you," Marcie teased. "But if you get to thinking about me doing that, you'll get hard for sure. So maybe we should practice preventive medicine. Besides, you deserve a treat for agreeing to come here with me, so let me take the edge off." By the time she'd finished telling him that, she'd pushed him back to the end of the bed and had him sit down as she dropped between his legs. Then she went to work using her lips and tongue in the ways she'd learned that Rick enjoyed the most. One advantage of Rick's smaller size cock was that she could suck as much as she wanted, taking in just the head or the whole shaft, burying her nose in his pubic hair and letting his cockhead enter the top of her throat. Her suspicion, that he'd been excited the whole time they'd been in the car driving up, was confirmed when he quickly flooded her mouth with cum.
Then she stood, pulled him to his feet, and kissed him, letting him share the taste of the cum she hadn't swallowed. Of all the men she'd known, Rick was the only one that would kiss her after she'd sucked their cock. And if she left some of his cum on her tongue, he seemed to like it even more. And when they fucked, he almost always licked the cum from her pussy. She had her suspicions about that too, and was sure she'd find out for certain before the weekend was over.
Rick was amazed at the size of the place. In his teens, one of his blow-buddies had shown him a nudist magazine and from what Rick could remember, it seemed that everyone in the magazine played volleyball, badminton, or sat around a pool. Hidden Pines had several volleyball courts in both grass and sand. They also had a large pool where Marcie introduced him to several people, and then she showed him the stables where they could rent horses to ride on the trails in the woods and the small lake with it's own sandy beach. There was even a runway in a meadow near the lake and there were two small planes that belonged to people that had flown in. Coming back around the other way, she showed him the putting green and the softball field and told him about the nine-hole golf course that was in the plans for the next year or two. Beyond that was the RV campground and he could see several RVs were already there. She told him the place had started with three-hundred acres, and had grown, as property and funds became available, to just under twelve-hundred. She told him of plans to make the L shaped building into a U, adding 50 more rooms, and of tripling the size of the RV park.
Rick was impressed by the size of the place, how beautiful it was, and the number of people. Marcie had told him the place was sold out for the weekend. He'd seen eight or ten cabins similar to theirs and at least two or three times that many cars in the parking lot. He wondered where all those people were and had assumed that they were people that came out for the day and went home at dark. But as her tour began, he'd seen another dozen cabins, nestled in different clusters in the woods and she'd explained that all the cabins were duplexes like there's. When she had said casually, "There's another pool over there," pointing past the big pool where they'd been standing at the time and beyond the large community building, Rick had seen the second pool and part of a two-story building through the trees. But it wasn't until they'd walked around the community hall and he'd discovered how big the community center was, that he realized he'd only seen part of the two-story building by the other pool. That building turned out to be L shaped and must have had 50 - 100 units, like a medium size motel. That would account for the large number of cars in the parking lot and why the parking lot had room for many more.
What Rick didn't see, and had half expected, was people dragging each other off into the shrubs for sex. He'd been certain, based solely on his imagination, that nudist colonies or resorts were thinly disguised meeting places for sex and that any time a guy found a consenting partner, he would do it in the closest place that provided a modicum of privacy. He hadn't seen anything like that and wondered if it was because of something else he'd noticed. He was surprised to see so many children, of all ages, from babies up through their teens. He'd also been sure that the only men that would want to flaunt their body at a nudist resort would be guys that were hung like horses, and that his average sized cock would be ridiculed by the well-hung men and the women. But on the tour Marcie had given him, he hadn't spotted a single horse-cock in the place. And the women, instead of snickering at him as he'd imagined, had mostly ignored him and spoken to Marcie.
He suspected Marcie had been to Hidden Pines a lot more than the 'few' she admitted to. He guessed it was more like a few times a year, but he didn't challenge her on it. As they spent some time at the pool, and he became more comfortable with the nudity around him and his own nakedness, he really began to take pleasure in the sense of freedom that made the nude lifestyle so popular. If this was what Marcie enjoyed, he had all the more reason to learn to enjoy it too.
He met a few of her friends and learned that several more would be out the next day and that they were expecting a peak of around five-hundred people on Sunday. He heard several people refer to "The Ball" which Marcie explained was the dance held on Saturday night. He wondered what it would be like, dancing in the nude on a crowded floor in a crush of equally nude bodies. It was an exciting thought that required another quick dip in the pool.
The couple that they'd talked to from the cart on the way in turned out to be Don and Diane, one of the people for whom Marcie had stopped at the liquor store. Rick guessed Diane to be around fifty, but following her and Marcie, who were walking together, they were almost impossible to tell apart from the back. Rick wondered if all that nude activity was why they both had asses on them like teenage girls. And Rick had another chance to marvel at Don's cock. He decided it looked like a spring loaded erection; like he'd had this big hard-on and someone had shoved it straight back into his body, like the suction cup darts he'd had as a kid that were pushed into a pistol to where only the suction cup showed. He wondered if someone were to push the right trigger, if Don's cock would shoot straight out. He got caught looking and almost choked when Don whispered, "You can play with it later if you want," and then walked away, leaving Rick standing embarrassed and hoping that Marcie hadn't heard the remark.
Marcie had heard and when Rick glanced at her, she grinned and winked. When Don and Diane left a few minutes later, Don remarked, "Knock if you need anything - I'll leave our side open." Rick understood that to mean that they had the other side of the cabin and Marcie confirmed it. "I'm glad you like them," she told him without going into detail. Then she added, "We need to get our activity card turned in. What do you feel like doing this weekend?"
Rick shrugged. "Anything is fine by me. Whatever you like to do - I'm not much of an athlete," he reminded her, just in case she wanted to play volleyball or basketball; though he'd be glad to sit and watch!
She handed him the 5 x 8 card she'd been given when they checked in. At the top on each side were their first names, already printed on the card, along with their room or cabin number. On one side of the card was a list of physical activities; like horseshoes, shuffleboard, volleyball, and time requests if necessary. On the other side were less physically demanding things like checkers and chess. Then there was a line noting that they'd both submitted recent blood tests, with other interests listed below that. Rick's eyes never got below the part that said they'd submitted recent blood tests. He looked at Marcie and asked, "When did we submit blood tests and why?"
"When was last week," she explained. "The timing was perfect. There's default insurance on the project you're heading up and that's one reason the company required you to have a complete physical. I just passed on the results that were in your personnel file and submitted a recent one for myself. As for why . . . . there are several reasons that Hidden Pines requires that. You can come here without one, but that pretty much relegates you to the sidelines. All adults are required to volunteer to help with one meal per week or weekend; or in one of the other positions like, 'social director'. In other words, if we stayed a week, we'd have to help twice. If you have a blood test on file, you get to help serve and I've got us both down for that. Otherwise, you either have to pay a $25.00 service fee - $50.00 if you're staying a week - or help clean the grounds, empty garbage; other stuff like that."
When she saw Rick nod that he understood, she went on. "And most important, there are a lot of fun things that go on here at night and only the people that have been cleared are allowed to participate."
Rick still had the card in his hand, but had lowered it while she explained about the blood tests. He was sort of grinning because he'd thought about when they'd first made love and she'd told him she shouldn't let him fuck her without a rubber, but that he was so obviously a virgin, she'd take a chance. Then when he'd taken the physical, she'd teased him about it being nice to know his boyfriends were clean too. He hadn't said anything out of fear of giving away the fact that he had had several boyfriends. He raised the card back up to reading level and looked at the area below where it said they'd submitted their blood tests and looked at the things that she'd already checked off.
At the top of the area, there were boxes to check for: Level A or Level B. He assumed that level A must be adult and was almost disappointed to see she'd checked level B. Below that were some activities, like 'The Ball' and 'Board Games' and a few others. And then there were sets of numbers, like 1-2, 3-6, and 6 or more. Rather than ask and continue to seem stupid, he handed the card back to her with trepidation and told her, "Do whatever you want and I'll try my best not to embarrass you."
"Good boy," she said meaningfully. "I'll get this filled out now and we can go to supper and turn it in at the same time."
Supper turned out to be an eye opener for Rick and he would have loved to be able to ask Marcie several questions. However, Marcie had recognized a couple that she apparently knew quite well and accepted their invitation to sit with them. After being introduced, he couldn't add much to the conversation so he sat quietly and observed. Walking down to the community hall, Marcie had told him more background information on Hidden Pines and why the tradition of volunteers had started. She told him how the place had originally been open only on weekends and that it was more of a campground, where everyone slept in tents, brought their own food, and cooked on bar-b-cue grills. As the place grew and the members voted to add more amenities, it was necessary to add staff to handle the chores. It quickly became apparent to everyone that most of the staff was more interested in the fringe benefit of ogling the guests than they were in a paycheck. So the members suggested keeping paid staff to a minimum and requiring guests to 'volunteer' to help.
As Rick watched the servers move through the room as the supper crowd grew, he was almost desperate to know why they were dressed as they were. Marcie had said nothing about them having to wear . . . . well you couldn't call it a uniform . . . . although both the men and women both wore the same thing . . . . and it wasn't a costume . . . . he had to guess it involved health issues. The servers all wore identical aprons and what he thought at first was bulky underwear turned out to be diapers! It reminded him of his youth and the summers he spent at his Aunt's house, often diapered and always dressed as Rhonda, and the cute apron his aunt had made for him.
Rick had balked when his 'Auntie Beth' had insisted he wear diapers, "like a good baby girl." It was true that he sometimes wet the bed, but for the last year those bed wetting accidents had been so seldom that his mom no longer diapered him for bed. Then his aunt explained that the diapers weren't just for bedtime, that he'd be starting life over as a baby girl and if he did good as a baby girl, next time he came to see her she'd dress him as a little girl and if he was good at that, the following time he'd get to be a girl that was older. Rick had always considered his aunt to be a little weird but the overall idea appealed to him, so he let her diaper him and loved the ruffled plastic panties she'd found for him to wear over the diapers. And it had seemed a little strange when she insisted that good baby girls learned to do number two in the potty, but number one was okay in her diapers. It soon became apparent to the youngster that his aunt loved to change his wet diapers. That was fine with 'Rhonda'. He discovered it was double pleasure. It excited him to wet the diapers on purpose and found wearing the wet diapers really did add to his sense of being a baby girl. And while that charade should have been obvious when she changed him, neither paid any attention to that minor detail.
He remembered his mom hadn't been too keen about it when she discovered little Rhonda had been in diapers for two weeks, and was almost surprised when Rick didn't wet the bed his first night home. The following day, Rick had indignantly explained that he didn't NEED to wear diapers, he just liked to wear them for fun, and for some reason, his mom had found that to be very amusing. For the rest of the summer, once or twice a week she'd let him dress as little Rhonda, diapers and all, and by the end of the day, when it was time for him to change back before his dad got home, his diaper was always wet.
So as Rick watched the serving volunteers bring people their plates and whatever they wanted to drink, Rick wondered if any of them were wetting their diapers. More important, he wondered if when it was his turn to serve, if he'd give in to the temptation to wet one. It had been many years and he was amazed at the intensity of the urge. He wanted to ask about the diapers, but was shy to do so and luckily, someone else was also curious. One end of the community hall was filled with large round tables for meal times. There were enough of the tables to fill the whole hall, but only enough were put out to feed the anticipated crowd, forcing people that might have shyly sat by themselves to get to know their fellow guests. So at their table of eight, Rick wasn't the only 'newbie' in the bunch and someone else asked why the servers wore diapers.
"That way we don't have to worry about if they washed their hands after they've been to the bathroom," a guy named Fabian had quipped.
"Don started it," Marcie interjected, "When he was the cook. Because they were serving food to paid guests, the county health department decided we needed to be inspected and when the guy they sent to do the inspection discovered that this was a nudist camp, he damn near fainted. The inspector insisted that no one that handled food could have their genitals uncovered and vowed to return during supper to be sure. So Don drove into town, got a couple of packages of adult diapers - more as a joke on the inspector than for any other reason - and when the guy came back, everyone except the inspector had a big laugh. However, everyone seemed to enjoy the novelty of the diapers, and Don decided that the diapers really did make sense, and rather than get in a battle with the health department that would draw unwanted attention, it would be a good idea to make the diapers a rule. As to the aprons, they had an odd assortment of aprons at the time and he replaced those with the ones we have now that are made by one of our members. The annual membership isn't that much and the board of directors knocks off an equivalent amount for members that contribute products or services."
Wade, the other newbie that had asked the original question, prodded by the woman with him, asked Marcie, "So does anyone actually use their diapers?"
"Oh yes." Marcie confirmed. "Nudists aren't any different in that respect. There's someone into just about anything and everything, just like in any other segment of the population. But around here, people are just more open about it."
"Yeah," Gail, the woman with Wade teased. "Wade is hoping to meet some of the B level people while he's here, especially the ones in diapers."
That got a blush from Wade and a chuckle from a few others at the table and it made Rick wonder if maybe he'd misunderstood what the A and B levels where. He made a mental note to add that to the list of questions he had for Marcie when they were alone; and another note to try to talk to Wade in private.
There'd been a brief period when the diapers were being mentioned that Marcie had seen looks of interest flash between Rick and Wade, and of course Fabian had perked up. One reason she'd decided to join the group was because Fabian was already seated with them and she wanted Rick to meet Fabian. So when everyone had finished eating, she remarked, "I think everyone here is B level?" When that got a nod, she went on. "We're in cabin 6B. Anyone interested in joining use for a 'Board Game'?"
"Which one?" Arlene asked.
"Like you care," her husband Paul quipped.
Rick sat silent. Paul and Arlene were the couple that Marcie knew that had invited them to sit with them. Wade and Gail were their friends and guests for the weekend, and Fabian seemed to be a regular that was by himself.
"How about 'Facts & Fantasies' to start, and maybe 'Buried Treasure' if we feel like it?" Marcie suggested. When that got nods from those that knew what she was talking about and no comments from those that didn't, she said, "I'll check them out. All I have to drink is rum and coke, so BYOB." Then getting up from the table, she told them, "See y'all in 6B in fifteen minutes."
When they'd entered the community hall, Marcie had stopped at a window and handed in the card she'd filled out. On the way out, she stopped at the same window and Rick learned that the person that worked the window was called the 'social director' which sounded like an official position, but was in fact one of the volunteer jobs. The basic requirement was that the person had to do computer entry and do it quickly. All of the information from Marcie's card was in the computer already, along with all but the last few that had come in for supper. Another duty of the social director was to check out the games and equipment that Hidden Pines made available for their guests. That included everything from ping-pong balls and paddles to volley balls to bingo cards. It also included the board games that Marcie checked out in her name.
While Rick had never heard of "Facts & Fantasies" or "Buried Treasure" and might have asked about that, his mental list of questions had things on it that were much more important to him. At the top of that list and the thing that had his mind churning was the diapers and feminine looking aprons that the meal help had worn. He almost gave away his interest by blurting out, "When do we get to wear diapers," or something equally revealing, but thought it through and casually asked, "So when are we scheduled to help serve a meal?"
"Lunch tomorrow," Marcie told him, then gave him a hint of what he might be in for. "Breakfast is the easiest, because a lot of the guests sleep in. I figured you might be one of them. I'm thinking the company we have coming over might keep you up late tonight."
He looked at her suspiciously as they followed the path through the trees to their cabin. The sun was still well above the horizon, yet the tall pines created a canopy that filtered and shaded the light and made it appear to be dusk. It also made it hard to read the expression on Marcie's face. "Why would they keep me up? Wouldn't they keep you up too?"
"Oh I suppose they might - if I'm lucky. I was referring to the looks I saw you get from Wade. I think he has the hots for you. And I know Fabian. He always likes to check out the new guys. I expect you'll have a LOT of fun with those two before the weekend is over."
Rick was so stunned he stopped in his tracks. Marcie was several steps ahead before he gained his senses and had to trot to catch up. "Do you mean what I think you mean?" he asked incredulously.
Marcie never slowed down, but did give him a brief grin. "Now that would all depend on what you think I mean, wouldn't it?"
All Rick could do was nod. By then they were at the cabin door and standing close together. So she reached out to give him a kiss on the cheek and told him as she unlocked the door, "Sweetie, have you ever heard of being naked referred to as "Au natural?" Again she got a nod. "Well around here we do whatever comes natural. B level guests outnumber A's and straights combined so enjoy yourself. Whatever you feel like doing is fine by me." That said, she opened the door and walked in, leaving Rick in the doorway, speechless.
By the time he'd closed the door and moved to join her setting up chairs at the table, she was almost finished. "So what does that A and B level stuff really mean?" he finally asked. He had his suspicions by then, but wanted to be sure.
She paused to smile and tell him, "I apologize for that. There's an instruction sheet with rules and explanations of all that stuff that newbies get when they check in but since I've been here before, they didn't give us one and I guess I should have gotten one to show you.
"Everyone is assumed to be straight - heterosexual to you brainy, techie types - unless they check 'A' or 'B' level. ' A' means they're asexual - at least for the length of their stay, and don't want to participate in anything sexual. A lot of the adults that are here with their kids will check that.
"And 'B' stands for bisexual. That means they're up for fun with anyone. Around here at least, I know there are a lot more of us 'B's' than anything else. So if we didn't already have plans for the evening, we could call the social director and ask for some names and cabin numbers for B levels into board games or whatever else we might want to play."
He tried to think of a way to put his question that wouldn't make him look stupid. She had stressed the 'us' just enough that Rick knew she was letting him know she meant the both of them. Yet she'd never given him any indication she was bisexual and he was certain he'd never said anything about his past. Yet she'd committed them to B level without any hesitation. Glancing at the floor, he discovered he had an erection and had no idea how long that had been giving away his thoughts. And at the moment, his thoughts were like a traffic-jam on an expressway cloverleaf, each in a hurry to get somewhere, but brought to a halt by the number of them. In a way he felt hurt that he'd asked Marcie to marry him and she'd never said a word about being bisexual. But he'd never said a word about his blow buddies either, so he couldn't very well hold that against her.
Marcie sensed his bewilderment and moved beside him to put one arm around his waist and stroke his cock with her free hand. "Honey, I'd love to take care of this for you like I promised, but that wouldn't be fair to our guests. I'm sure they want some of it too. Just relax and enjoy yourself and do whatever seems natural. Nobody is going to make you do anything you don't want to do nor will they make fun of you if you suggest something unusual. They'll either say, 'yes, let's do it,' or tell you they'd rather not."
Then, bouncing his cock in the palm of her hand, she told him, "But I would suggest you do something about this - like splash some cold water on it or something. If Fabian sees that as soon as he walks in, we'll never get around to the games. But for your information, Don says that Fabian gives the best head of anyone he's ever known and that says a lot!" Then she pushed Rick in the direction of the bathroom and went to check to be sure they had enough ice. By the time Rick returned, his prick damp and deflated, she had a drink ready for him and put it in his hand. "Drink this," she instructed. "It will help you relax."
About the only mixed drink Rick could handle was a rum and coke, so that's what Marcie had brought for them. Rick didn't drink enough to know that '151' wasn't a brand name or he would never have gulped down his drink. But maybe that was a good thing because the first person to knock on the door was Fabian and by then Rick was on his second drink and already feeling the effects of the first one. He greeted Fabian with a smile that could best be described as 'anticipation.' Paul and Arlene and Wade and Gail arrived together just a few minutes later. In Rick's estimation, all the men's cocks looked to be about half-hard and his cock responded again because of it. He was grateful when Marcie suggested they all fix a drink and sit down and introduce themselves. Since he already had his drink in hand, he quickly took a seat where he could hide his returning erection and watch the other guests.
When everyone was seated, he had Fabian to his left and Arlene to his right. After a brief self-introduction and short bio from everyone at the table, the conversation and banter got progressively more sexual. Arlene and Gail worked together and through them Wade and Paul met at a company picnic, discovering each had an avid interest in golf. When they remarked about the proposed golf course for Hidden Pines and how much more fun it would be to play golf in the nude, Arlene had moved closer to Rick, putting her hand on his thigh and remarked for all to hear, "Like those two really need another excuse to play with each other's balls."
Then Fabian had done the same thing, putting his hand on Rick's other thigh and quipping, "I'll be glad to caddy and count strokes."
"All I can picture is you sitting in a golf cart and stroking yourself," Marcie put in.
This type of conversation was entirely new to Rick. So he sat quietly enjoying the banter and the next time Arlene or Fabian put their hand on his thigh, he barely flinched. When everyone had finished their drinks, or were close to it, Marcie suggested they get everyone a refill and begin the games. Rick was startled when she added, speaking to him, "Honey, would you give me a hand?"
He was fully erect, as was Fabian, who had made no effort to hide that fact from Rick. However, the two drinks he'd consumed had wiped out most of his normal inhibitions and taking a deep breath, he stood to help Marcie tend bar.
Immediately, Arlene reached out to grasp his cock and remark to everyone, "Oh goodie. Bite size!" Then looking up at Rick she added, "But I promise not to use my teeth."
Everyone got a laugh at that and Rick did too, surprising himself. Even more surprising, he countered, "Oh thank God! You had me scared there for a second. I don't need to make it any shorter."
As he walked away from the laughing guests at the table, he realized that he'd just made a joke on himself and couldn't remember that he'd ever done that before - not once in his entire life. Normally so very serious about everything, he had a sense of humor that he didn't share with many and self-deprecation, even as a joke, was entirely new to him. And the funny thing about it was that he'd never felt better about himself. Suddenly Marcie's remarks about the 'au natural' thing were perfectly clear to him. There was something almost euphoric about the combination of nudity and the freedom to be yourself. It was as if his inhibitions had come off with his clothes. Of course the rum helped too. For the first time in their relationship, he walked up to Marcie and gave her a hug and kiss for no reason.
That was the sort of thing that Marcie had been looking for - more like hoping and praying for. She stopped what she was doing to return the affection, increasing the level of passion and drawing remarks from their waiting guests. As Rick brought Marcie the glasses to be refilled, two at a time to keep the orders straight, he had an almost heady feeling as he made sure to brush the head of his cock on his guests shoulders as he picked up empty glasses and returned them filled. He had no idea what the board games consisted of, but he was more than ready for the games to begin.
"Facts & Fantasies" was one of several games that had been created by the members of Hidden Pines. There were two spinners attached to a hand-drawn board. One spinner was on a circle divided up into eight segments, alternating yellow and white. The white segments denoted facts and the yellow, fantasies. The second spinner was similar, with sixteen segments, alternating in the colors of pink and blue and were numbered, with eight pink segment and eight blue segments. Below the spinners was a list of eight questions or categories, like: masturbation, oral sex, anal sex, first time, kinky, three-some, etc. Each person was to take a turn, going counter-clockwise around the table. First they spun the spinner for "Fact" or "Fantasy" and then spun the second spinner for a category.
Marcie went first, getting "Fantasy" and "Three-some - Male." Rick was the most attentive and not as embarrassed as he would have thought when she told everyone her favorite three-some fantasy was having Rick and another man at the same time.
Then it was Paul's turn and he got "Fact" and "First Time - Female" as his category. He told everyone about when he was in high school and how he had hoped to bed this gorgeous cheerleader. She put him off for two years and then a week after graduation, had fucked him and three other guys in the same night - and he wasn't first! The guys all consoled Paul on his bad luck while the girls remained quiet. Gail was next and as she took the board from Paul, asked Arlene, "Weren't you a cheerleader?" Arlene sheepishly admitted she was and said no more.
Gail also got "Fact" and "First Time - Female" and told the table about her girlfriend at camp and was about to segue into how that became a three-some with a counselor when they stopped her, telling Gail that was another category she should save for later.
Rick was getting more and more nervous as his turn drew nearer. He couldn't think of a single combination of spins that wouldn't be embarrassing. He'd either have to admit he'd never done most of the things the rest of the group had done or that he'd been a virgin until he'd slept with Marcie and he'd never really given much thought to trying some of the things that the category spinner listed.
When Fabian's spins got him "Fantasy" and "Kinky - Male" everyone gave him their undivided attention. Fabian had a reputation for being a little further out than some and didn't disappoint them. "I'd like to dress up as 'Fawn' and serve as 'cabin boy' for Marcie and Rick."
Again Fabian had dropped his hand in Rick's lap as he spoke and this time, he grabbed Rick's cock and gave it a playful squeeze. Rick wasn't sure what a 'cabin boy' was, but he had a pretty good idea after that quick embrace of Fabian's fingers, that it meant more than doing the cooking or cleaning. Even more interesting to Rick, was that Fabian wanted to dress as Fawn, which he took to be a girl's name. As he glanced around the table, first at Marcie who was smiling her approval, he noticed that everyone except Marcie and Wade were looking at Fabian, as if they expected him to go into more detail. Marcie and Wade were more interested in Rick's reaction. To break the silence, he told them, "Sounds good to me," even though he wasn't sure what he was agreeing to.
Then it was his turn and his bravado disappeared. He was almost shaking as he spun the first spinner and drew "Fantasy." Then he spun the other and got the same thing as Fabian, "Kinky - Male." He almost told them about 'Rhonda' and how he'd like to try being a cabin boy too. But with diapers being in his head almost continuously since supper, he went in that direction instead. "I want to wet my diaper when I work in the community hall," he told them. He was looking at Marcie as he said it, and was glad to see her nod in approval. Then he looked around the table and saw everyone smiling, especially Wade. Wade was almost beaming at him.
Suddenly Paul said, "Hey wait a minute. That doesn't involve another man."
"Yeah," Fabian added. "And I don't know if it's all that kinky. I think most of us have tried wetting our diaper."
"Yeah, but not everyone does it all the time like you do," Marcie teased him. "That's why you don't think it's kinky. You'd wear pissy wet diapers all the time if you could."
"Maybe not all the time," Fabian said, pretending to be hurt by her remark. Then he grinned and added, "Just until the diaper rash got bad."
Rick couldn't get over the way that Wade was looking at him like a puppy looks at his master holding a food bowl. He hadn't seen a look like that since the days when he dressed up as Rhonda for Danny. It would appear that both Wade and Fabian had an interest in diapers and the wetter, the better. So he took another deep breath and told them all, "Okay, how about this. How about instead of wetting my own diaper, I have Wade and Fabian pee in it for me? That would involve another man and make it a little kinkier."
He noted that Marcie was beaming with satisfaction - almost as much as Wade. He got smiles and nods of approval from everyone and Fabian gave Rick's cock another squeeze and whispered, "Be glad to help anytime - you don't even need to wear a diaper."
Arlene took the board away from Rick to keep things going and quickly got "Fact" and "Oral - Male" as her assignment. "Hairy Harry," she told them. "That's the name we gave my cousin Harry because he had hair on his shoulders like a bear by the time he was out of school. But before then he was just plain old Horny Harry, always showing off his cock, and one day I decided to see what it tasted like."
"I assume you liked it?" Gail teased her friend.
"Oh hell yes!" Arlene answered. "Paul made it sound like I was some kind of big prick-tease just because I didn't fuck him for two years. He didn't mention that I sucked his dick two or three times a week for those whole two years. And he didn't say anything about whose idea it was to have a gang-bang. He just didn't know that I'd gotten wind of it and took the other girl's place to teach him a lesson."
"Did he learn anything?" Gail wanted to know.
"Damn right he did," Arlene told them. "Now when he wants to have a gang-bang, I'm the first person he invites."
It took over a minute for everyone to quit laughing and by then they had tears in their eyes.
When Arlene pushed the board in front of Wade, Rick realized that Wade was as nervous as he had been. He got "Fantasy" with the first spin and "Oral - Male" with the second. Like Rick, he drew a deep breath and told them, "I'd like to suck every cock at Hidden Pines," then glancing at Rick and Fabian, he added, "Starting with the guys at the table and anyone else in a wet diapers."
Fabian grinned at him and said, "My kind of guy!" Rick was thinking the same thing but didn't say it.
Then it was Marcie's turn again and again she got "Three-some - Male." But this time it had to be "Fact" and she told them about a time in the early years of Hidden Pines when her parents had gone to a party and she'd spent the night with two boys in a tent. She concluded by telling them, "I learned that the only thing better than a nice hard cock is two of them."
Paul's second turn revealed that his first experience with anal sex with a guy had occurred while he was in the service and he swore he had no idea that he'd accidentally gone to a gay bar while on liberty.
Gail told them about her fantasy of being a queen, like Cleopatra, with hundreds of handsome men lined up to give her a bath in cum.
When Fabian took the board for his turn, Marcie joked, "Bet he wants to be a queen bathed in cum too."
"Be nice Marcie," he told her. "You know I'd never waste it like that. I ALWAYS swallow."
Then he got "Fact" and "Three-some - Female" and told about the time his ex-wife had brought home a girl from work for his birthday.
By that time, Rick was totally relaxed and a drink ahead of the rest, working on his fourth. So when he drew "Fact" and "First Time - Male" he didn't hesitate to tell them about Danny and even included his dressing as Rhonda and how he'd enjoyed being Danny's girlfriend for over two years.
Marcie looked on proudly, encouraging Rick to go on every time he hesitated and looked in her direction. Not only was she proud of the man she was now sure would be her husband, but she was also wishing she'd made a bigger bet with Don and Diane.
Next Arlene told them of her fantasy of being in a three-some with two well-known movie actresses, one of them an admitted lesbian and then Wade spun up the same combination.
"Would the 'three-some, female,' have to be real females or could all of us be males dressed as women?" he wanted to know. The question alone revealed Wade's fantasy, as if he didn't know that.
"Shit Wade," Paul told him. "I didn't know you had such a sissy side. Arlene's been bugging me about getting her a part-time maid to help around the house. How about we dress you up and you do it?"
Fabian jumped in and offered, "If he doesn't want to, I will. 'Fawn' is a great maid."
"He asked me," Wade said indignantly. "And I didn't say I didn't want to."
Marcie was watching Rick, sure he'd offer to help too and when he didn't, she asked him, "What about you honey, would you like to be my maid? My French Maid?"
"Hey - I asked first!" Paul reminded them, getting another laugh.
Changing the subject, Marcie asked, "Should we play another round or move on to 'Buried Treasure'?"
"Wade never told us his 'three-some, female,' fantasy," Arlene protested.
"Oh I'm quite sure he did," Gail interjected, grinning at her husband. "Now I know how the straps on my bras and slips get out of adjustment."
"Let's go ahead with 'Buried Treasure' or we'll never get to it," Fabian opined. "This party is getting wild in a hurry."
"Since when have you ever complained about that?" Marcie told him, getting a smirk from Fabian as she put away the one game and opened out the other, much smaller board.
"How do you play this one?" Gail asked, beating Rick to the question.
Marcie showed them all the smaller game board and then opened the small bag of gold painted pea gravel. "This one moves pretty fast and is a great way for people to get to know one another very quickly. Everyone gets seven gold nuggets because we have seven players plus two more. Then I spin the wheel since I go first and wherever the wheel says, is where I hide a my treasure." She showed them that each of the segments on the wheel had some part of the body listed - ears, eyes, nose, mouth, on down to toes. "See how the sides of the board fold up? That's so no one will know where the treasure is supposed to be hidden. Then I walk around the table and everyone takes a turn kissing the part of the body where they think I've hidden my treasure. When I sit back down, I open the board to show you what is the right place and anyone that guesses right wins one of my nuggets. And if you guess wrong, you have to pay me a nugget."
Gail figured out the pretext in a hurry. "So we just kiss you anywhere we feel like it and if we get lucky, we win a nugget and otherwise, we have to give you one?"
"Exactly!" Marcie told her. "Is everyone ready?" When they all nodded, she shielded the spinner from view and then closed the board and stood next to Paul. Paul kissed her closest nipple.
"You can't hide anything in a nipple," Gail said.
"It doesn't have to be a body cavity," Marcie told her, then to Paul, she said, "You can keep searching if you like. I have two of those."
Paul kissed her other nipple as well and then Marcie moved to Gail, who looked up and asked, "Is navel on the list?" When Marcie nodded, Gail stuck her tongue in Marcie's belly button, making Marcie squirm.
Then Marcie moved to Fabian and he wasted no time spinning her around to tickle her asshole with the tip of his tongue. Rick watched, remembering the time that Marcie had suggested doing that to each other and before Rick could say yes or no, she'd done it to him. He'd never played with his ass nor had anyone else and it had both thrilled and surprised him. He had no doubt watching Fabian that he was well versed in anal pleasures.
Then it was his turn and while he was tempted to kiss her pussy, Rick stood instead and kissed her on the lips, as passionately as he had ever done. Then Arlene kissed her ear and Wade took the plunge, so to speak, burying his face in her pubic hair and kissing her clit.
When she sat down, she opened the board and showed them that 'ass' had been the correct place. She had to pay Fabian a gold pebble, but got five from those that had guessed wrong.
Then Paul made a secret spin of the wheel and stood, his large, hard cock visible for the first time to everyone. This time Gail didn't ask whether 'cock' or 'crotch' were on the list. She just leaned forward and kissed it. Then Fabian did the same, taking in the cockhead briefly. Not to be outdone, Rick did the same, sucking on the head of Paul's cock for a moment, getting a smile and wink of approval from Marcie, and causing Paul to comment, "At this rate I'm going to be broke."
That slip of the tongue caused Arlene and Wade to also give Paul's cock a kiss and only Marcie kissed Paul on the navel. While Paul was sitting down, Marcie explained, "I've played with him before and I think you all got conned so you'd suck his dick." Sure enough, Paul showed them the wheel, pointed at 'nose,' and collected a pebble from everyone.
As Marcie had said, the game played quickly and the board went around the table several times in the next thirty minutes. Since most of the kissing was on the kisser's favorite body parts, and the wheel seldom was, the pebble count stayed about even. Wade always kissed the cock or pussy of the player passing by.
Not sure how much leeway he had with the other women, Rick kissed their nipples, remembering Marcie's admonishment to Paul that there were two of them. When it was his turn to spin, Rick got a good look at the wheel for the first time and noted that it said 'crotch' to indicate either male or female genitals. Wade covered it all, by first licking Rick's ball sack and then the length of his cock before kissing the drooling tip. So each time, when Wade passed by Rick's chair, Rick did exactly the same to Wade. Fabian had done much the same, and each time that Wade passed by Fabian and Rick tried to outdo each other. On Wade's fifth or sixth time to walk around the table Fabian had sucked Wade for over a minute. So when Rick took his turn, Wade's cock was twitching with excitement. No sooner had Rick taken in the head and began to lick and suck, that drooling dick, than he heard Wade gasp and for the first time in a couple of years, Rick was receiving a hot load of cum in his mouth.
When Marcie realized that Wade was shooting off in Rick's mouth, she hollered at Rick, "Don't swallow it honey, I want to see it!" So when Wade, embarrassed to have lost control, pulled his cock from Rick's mouth, Rick turned to Marcie and stuck out his tongue, showing off the copious coating of cum that filled his mouth. Rick was somewhat embarrassed to be the first of the men to suck off another guy. They'd all tasted each other's cocks, but Rick was the first to take another man's jism. Naturally he wondered how that would make him look in Marcie's eyes and was thrilled to see her silently mouth the words, "I love you." Then she led the group in applauding Rick.
After the short round of clapping died down, Marcie moved to Rick and kissed him, sharing the cum in his mouth as they had often shared Rick's when she sucked him off. Forgetting there was anyone else in the room, she told him, "You can't believe how happy you've made me and how important it is to me that the weekend had turned out like this."
Then she turned to the rest of the group. "I guess we can put the games away and make up our own as we go along," she suggested.
Gail was the first to agree and dropped to her knees beside Paul, devouring his huge cock in one gulp. Fabian moved in next to her, to take turns at Paul's cock, and Arlene pushed back from the table just far enough to crawl underneath it and then flipped over on her back to get her mouth on Gail's pussy. Wade was still standing, his deflated cock not much use at the moment, but Marcie felt otherwise.
Taking Wade and Rick, both by the hand, she pulled them toward the single bedroom and the king-sized bed, telling Rick, "I want you to fuck me honey, and we can take turns sucking Wade back up while we do it. Seeing you with a cock in your mouth REALLY turns me on!"
Look for 'Saturday' to be completed soon. Comments appreciated: amber_fountaine@hotmail.com