Climax Taboo Erotic Collection

by Kelly Fleming

  I looked at Rhonda, who seemed to be thinking about the same thing.

  "Well," I offered. "Shall we give them a show?"

  Rhonda looked at me for a moment, then grinned. "Absolutely. Do be sure to find a reason to turn about. I think Marybeth will like the cute, tight butt of yours."

  And so we walked towards them. We had to cross to the other side of the creek. I imagine that it would have been fascinating to hear their words as we grew closer. Normally, I am a bit self-conscious about nudity. Even in a male locker room, I cover up. But...perhaps the naked comfort I had felt with Rhonda the entire day had changed the attitude. Along with the fact that--even though I was nearly 40--my body had never looked better. My body was tight, firm, and muscular. I felt proud.

  We had chosen to walk down the middle of the creek, which allowed us to swim part of the distance. Surely Jon and Marybeth saw from a distance that we weren't wearing clothing, but it didn't lessen the surprise on their faces as our bodies came out of the water. I could see Jon's eyes--even behind his sunglasses--locked on Rhonda's body. Marybeth's . As my hips left the water, I secretly hoped that her open-mouth expression was one of amazement.

  "Umm....how do we explain this?" Jon fumbled in a surprised, inquisitive voice.

  "Just a mishap down near the rapids," Rhonda said matter-of-factly. "My bikini got in such a tangle that I had to cast it aside. Ed was kind enough to take his suit off as well so that I didn't feel self-conscious. He's quite the gentleman! You didn't happen to find our suits on those tubes, did you?"

  "Afraid not," replied Jon. "We had stopped here with some water for you, and to make sure you two were OK. You got more than a little behind us. These tubes floated down a bit ago, but nothing else."

  As he spoke, I stole a glance at Marybeth. Her eyes were still locked on my groin. I followed what Jon was saying, but I had no cares."

  "Do you have any extra clothes," Rhonda asked.

  "Just what we have on," Jon said. From the frequent glances he stole at Rhonda's body, I wondered if he'd offer up any even if he had them.

  I looked at Marybeth. I caught her staring at my groin again. She looked sheepishly away.

  "Maybe," I said, "to make things fair, you two should join us. I strongly recommend the full body tan." I looked at Rhonda, who met my gaze, and smiled.

  There was silence for a moment or two. Then Marybeth stood up and reached behind her. Her bikini top fell to the ground, revealing her perky (and perfectly round) breasts. With no hesitation, she reached down and slipped her bottoms off. She stood straight up and put her hands on her hips.

  "I'm in," she said. "Why pay at the tanning saloon when you can get a free all-over tan on the river?"

  "I can't argue with that!" It was Jon. I sensed him dropping his drawers as well, but my eyes were all on Marybeth. She had a lithe body. Thin and muscular. Her breasts were small and her hips narrow. Her body impressed, but she didn't have the fullness of Rhonda. Nonetheless, she was a pleasure to behold. I raised my eyes to hers. She smirked. Now I had been caught staring.

  I playfully stuck my thumb in the air and nodded my head. She smiled. Then I took my index finger and swirled it in the air. She got my message. She stepped to the side and twisted her hips, show me her firm, white backside. I had seen it many times covered only by thin spandex, but that black covering took away all the beauty of the naked flesh.

  I could only nod my head and smile. She looked at me directly, raised her index finger, and gave me the same twisting message. I was glad to oblige. As I did so, I stole a glance at Rhonda, who was enjoying a nice view of Jon. My glance drew her attention.

  "You're mine," I mouthed to her. She nodded, a broad smile on her lips.

  Marybeth was beautiful. I enjoyed her body and her company. But Rhonda meant something different to me. She excited me. Thrilled me. Physically and mentally. I knew that we would be seeing each other again.

  "We better catch up with the rest," Jon called out. "We're probably 30-40 minutes behind."

  He moved tubes down to the water line, as Rhonda and I quickly chugged a bottle of needed water. Soon we were in our tubes, drifting down the creek, laughing and splashing.

  No one made reference to our nudity. It seemed natural, unimportant. But it was noticed. I stole long glances at the two women, and I could see the others do the same. It added a new level of enjoyment. Beyond personality, humor, and shared experiences, our bodies raised other types of interests and intrigues. I felt no sexual urges. Rhonda had fully satisfied me. I simply enjoyed the physical beauty that I was born to appreciate.

  Though we floated together, we tended to pair off as couples. Rhonda and I took every opportunity to move next to each other. It had been over 90 minutes since our impulsive lovemaking. Though I wanted her again, I was content to enjoy the sight of her body but even more so her companionship. She was wickedly funny. I hadn't laughed so hard in years. And she seemed to enjoy my quirky jokes and ironic humor far more than most people. We seemed a natural pair.

  The afternoon drifted away in this sensual bliss. Pleasure for the eyes. Pleasure for the skin. Pleasure for the soul.

  After some time, we turned a bend and could see the others in the distance.

  "Look like they wait up for us," Marybeth said. "I think it's another hour to the take-out from here."

  There was an unusual silence. I could tell that we were all suddenly aware that we were without clothes.

  "Uh, maybe you two should put on some clothes, go ahead, and see if you can find something to bring back for us, " I offered up.

  "Are you crazy? Rhonda spoke immediately, sounding almost irritated. "This is a perfect day. The sun. The company. I am not going to ruin my chance for a full body tan for reasons of modesty. In fact, I think the rest up there will be better served if they join us."

  "Me, too!" piped up Marybeth. "And I don't run a 1,000 miles a year just to keep my body under wraps. Someone might as well enjoy the sight of it!"

  "Hey," remarked Jon. "And it's Nude Day. They have to join us. It only comes round once a year, right?"

  I looked a Rhonda, who looked smugly at me. What had we started? We had relieved our own sexual tensions, but I could see that Jon and Marybeth were sparking with excitement. Things could get interesting. Very interesting. I pulled her tube close to mine and gave her a wink.

  "Looks like your pop-out on the Patawanee Creek might blossom into a full-blown naturist celebration."

  "I don't think I'd want it any other way."

  "You do know that I will be seeing you again." I lowered my voice so that Jon and Marybeth--who were conversing with each other--wouldn't hear.

  "Why must people always point out the obvious?" she laughed. "We can exchange numbers later. The food tube is up there and I'm hungry."

  With that, she slid off the tube and raised herself up out of the suddenly knee-deep water. "Let's go eat!" she hollered.

  Marybeth did the same. I stole a quick glance at their white behinds--one full and wide, the other slim and narrow--as they stood next to each other before joining them. With the men on the outside, we walked towards the rest, pulling our tubes behind us.

  We were too far to see their faces, but I could see two of the stand up and point at us emphatically. Everyone quickly turned to stare.

  I smiled. Proud. It was a good day. A new friendship. A sweet escape. The warmth of the sun. Good company and sincere laughs. The high spirit of adventure.

  It felt so right.

  I dropped a hand behind Rhonda, who walked next to me, and stealthily ran my fingers across her backside.

  "It's not over," I whispered.

  "It's just beginning," she rejoined.

  Jon called out to the others, now 20 yards away. "Hey! What's wrong with you guys? It's Nude Day. Didn't you read Marybeth's email? All clothes off! Full body tans for everyone!"

  I moved my hand back to Rhonda's backside and cupped a cheek. As I did so, I noticed that Jon had done the same to Marybeth.<
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  Desire clearly burned in all of us.

  I returned my eyes to the bank. A huge smile broadened across my face. We were not going to be alone for our naked reveling on Nude Day.

  Do you want me to tell you more? There's not much to say. I spent a beautiful sunny day, surrounded by beautiful fun-loving people, whose firm wet athletic bodies glistened in the late afternoon glow. We were great friends before and intimate friends after. At the end, we made plans to get together and do it again. Rhonda did become a close friend. Occasionally, we will give in to a romantic escape. But true friendship is always more important. I am so glad I met. Her freedom on the river has changed me for the better.

  The End.

  Coerced, Confused, Excited

  I don't consider myself a slut but many would call me that. After all, I am sitting in The Olive Garden and fingering my pussy so that a table of college age girls can see me. When they pull out a phone to take video I quickly stop. I only do things like this when Brad makes me and that is what makes me not a slut. I don't have any choice in the matter. I'm a 19 year old girl who sticks her finger in her pussy when Brad tells her to. I wasn't always like this. It all started one day after graduation. I was 18 years old and living at home with my parents. Brad stopped by to drop something off for my mother and found me home alone. He stayed and we talked for an hour about my plans in life. I told him about the school I would go to and about my job. Before long I realized that Brad had more on his mind than talking...

  Brad leaned in to kiss me. Not timid like the boys from my high school days but confident and demanding. As his tongue found it's way into my mouth he placed a firm hand on my breast over my shirt. I was nervous but willing to go that far. After several minutes Brad used both hands to grab my breasts. Then he let one hand fall down my side, around my hips and to my butt. He leaned back and told me how hot I was. How great my ass felt. No one ever spoke to me like that before. I was in heaven until his hand moved from rubbing my breast outside my shirt to reaching under my shirt. I was not ready for that. I pulled back and moved his hand away. Expecting an apology, I was shocked when he looked me in the eyes, grabbed both hands and held them over my head. He then forced me up against the wall. At this point I was scared, nervous, and excited at the same time. On one hand I wanted to kiss him but on the other hand I was not ready to do anything else.

  Brad only needed one hand to hold my arms above my head. With his other hand he mauled my breast over my shirt. He then kissed me forcefully. A brief wimper escaped my lips and I started to kiss him back. Just as I returned his kiss Brad leaned back and looked into my eyes. With his free hand he lifted up my shirt until it was bunched above my bra. The bra was pink and thin and did little to hide my ever hardening nipples. Since I was leaning back into the wall my D cup breasts were straining into the pink fabric of my bra. My brown eyes were wide with fear and anticipation. The light brown hair that was originally flowing over my shoulders was becoming a mess. While he stared into my eyes Brad placed his strong hand on my breast and squeezed. An involuntary gasp escaped my lips. His hand on my breast felt good but I was still nervous. I did not dare tell him no this time. He kissed me again and with passion. His kiss made my head spin and his hand on my breast felt great. Before I knew what happened Brad pulled my bra up and my breasts fell into the open. He used both hands to knead my breasts while I let my arms fall to my side. Brad looked up with an angry expression on his face and lifted my arms above my head again. This made my breasts jut out. Once again I was scared. Brad twisted and squeezed my breast with one hand.

  While Brad was squeezing my breast he said

  "Even though I could, I would never force you to do anything against your will. If you want me to stop I will leave now and you will never see me again. If you want me to stay let me know by lifting your hands above your head".

  I didn't know what to do. I really liked Brad and he was the only one showing interest in me. I was a shy girl that was not very outgoing. I never considered myself to be pretty and neither did the boys in my school. After graduation, I got a job developing film but did not see many people during the day. My nights were spent reading books and watching old movies. At this point, I couldn't believe that Brad was showing such interest in me. My mind raced as I thought about what he would want to do. Was I ready for that? Could I even let him go if I wanted to? I wanted to continue kissing Brad but I was not ready for sex. After deliberating for what seemed like hours but was seconds in reality I slowly lifted my arms above my head.

  Brad stared at my breasts and said "You don't think you are pretty do you?

  "No" I said.

  He looked me in the eyes and said "You are beautiful."

  "Your long brown hair falls over your shoulders and frames your breasts. Your breasts are huge. I bet a D or double D. When I first saw your large blue eyes I knew that I had to have you. Then I walked behind you and saw your round ass and hips. I know you think they are too big but they are perfect. I'm going to make you see how beautiful you are and make you show the world"

  "Make me show the world? What do you mean by that" I asked?

  "You'll see in due time" he responded.

  He now raked both hands down my breasts and pinched my nipples. It hurt "Ouch, stop that" I said as I dropped my hands from their position over my head.

  Brad grabbed my hands and forced them up against the wall over my head. "You will keep your hands where I put them and I will do whatever I want to you". A command not a request.

  If I was scared earlier I was terrified now. I had always envisioned my first time being gentle and romantic. Brad was forceful and scary... and exciting. With my hands up against the wall over my head I stood as still as a statue. Brad continued to pinch my nipples but the sensation changed from pain to pleasure. I had never been touched like that before. After a few minutes of this Brad let one hand slip down into my skirt and into my panties. The fabric of my skirt was thin and blue and easily gave way to his hands. His finger searched for and found my slit which was wet. He let his finger rub me for several minutes. My breath was coming short and fast and moans were growing from between my legs and escaping from my mouth. Just as I thought I couldn't take it any more he pulled his finger out and held it just under his nose.

  "Smells divine" he said.

  Then he lifted his finger to my lips. I tried to pull back but I was against a wall. It smelled sweet and pungent. Brad stuck his finger in my mouth and said "Lick"

  I licked my own juices off of his finger, the act far less disgusting than the thought. John then pressed down on my shoulders with a firm grasp and pushed me to my knees. He unzipped his pants and without saying a word stuck his penis in my mouth. Even as inexperienced as I was knew what he wanted so I started sucking and licking. About 2 inches of his full 8 inches were in my mouth. Brad seemed frustrated as he grabbed my head and rammed his full length into my mouth. I thought I would gag but somehow kept from doing so. Brad then began pistoning his hips so that his penis was going in and out of my mouth. I didn't know what to do so I just let him. At this time my eyes were closed by I sensed a flash of light. Brad's hand prevented me from looking up when I saw the same flash again. After about 15 minutes of this Brad tensed, moaned, and I tasted a salty stream of sperm. Once again I almost gagged but found that swallowing the sperm was better than letting it clump in the back of my throat. Brad pulled out of my mouth and when I looked up I saw the flash from his camera that took a picture of my face right above his penis.

  Panicked I said "No pictures!"

  Brad said "I'm going to keep these. If you keep me happy then your family, friends, and boss will never see them. If you do not keep me happy then I will put them on the internet and let everyone you know see them. You are beautiful and I bet lots of people would want to see your pictures."

  I was never as scared as I was right then. Brad had seduced me and now had pictures of me giving him a blowjob. I couldn't let anyone see them.

  Brad zippe
d up his pants and said "I know you thought this was going to be your first time but tonight is not the night. After I leave you will go to your room and turn your webcam on. Then you will touch yourself until you cum. I'm sure you've masturbated before so don't pretend you haven't. After you come you will save the video and email it to me. If I have your video by 10 pm I will not put your pictures online"

  "How could you do this to me Brad?" I asked

  Brad reached under my skirt and stroked me while saying "I gave you the option to say no but you chose to lift your hands. Remember 10pm or your pictures go online"

  Brad turned and walked out the door.

  After he left I didn't move for 10 minutes. I just stood there with my arms over my head and my breasts hanging out. I knew that I wanted to touch myself. In fact I was on fire and my body felt feelings it had never known. My panties were damp with my juices that smelled the same as the taste in my mouth. My breasts were hot and my nippled swollen. Not knowing what to do I let my hands trace the nipples of my breasts and started to rub harder and harder. Before long I found myself moaning with pleasure as my hands became more and more rough. I knew I shouldn't be doing this in the kitchen when my parents could be home any time but I couldn't stop. I let my hand feel it's way down my skirt and into my panties. With my middle finger I started stroking my wet slit. It felt smooth and silky. The heat was radiating from my moist lips. When my slit started feeling too good to continue I let my index finger rub my clitoris. Crying out in ecstasy I rubbed faster and faster. My head was spinning as I was lost in the mot intense orgasm I had ever experienced. Quick fingering in bed when I was too scared to make any noise had never given me the pleasure I was feeling now.

  Before long I heard the noise of my parents opening the front door. Realizing that I was in my parent's kitchen with my breasts showing and my hands in my panties I pulled my hands out and fixed my shirt and bra. There was no time to get to my room since the front door was between me and the room. I could smell my juices on my hand and knew my parents would also so I quickly licked and sucked my fingers like I had licked and sucked Brad's Penis. The taste was pleasant this time. My parents walked in the kitchen just as I had fixed my bra, shirt and skirt.