Chapter 19-1
The Life of the Party
Part 2
I had one benefit that most of the guests here didn't have and that was how tight I was with Bishop Earl and Mr. Stringham, and I was going to use that to my advantage. I wasn't sure how the night was going to go, but if it was anything like it was at the nudist colony dances. I knew I would be very busy, and I planned on doing more than just dancing, now that I was allowed to stimulate any boy or girl or have sex with any girl or girls that wanted me to. So, while we waited, I found Bishop Earl and asked if I could reserve a tent just for me and my closest friends. He smiled and said. "Of course you can. In fact, I would have been shocked if you didn't."
All I had to do was pick which tent I wanted and chose number Three the same tent I started my night in for two reasons. One: It was near enough to the DJ, and we would be able to hear the music and still not go deaf from the speakers, and two: It was close enough to the house and the dance floor that I and my potential dance partner could quickly get to and from the tent without too much difficulty. There was only one condition, and that was I had to share it with Greg, Chad, and Cindy as well as my all my friends, which wasn't a big deal.
Yet I wasn't the only one that had that idea. I heard them announce that the tents were now open to the public. That if anyone would like to reserve one for the entire night, it would cost them three hundred dollars and there were only six tents that were available.
The other tents would be for the public to use at twenty dollars per uses and only for twenty minutes. The money would be used to help pay for the following nudist socials. The one in October, which would be a masquerade party, and the two last dances of the year would be the Christmas dance and the New Year's Eve party. Even thou that one is the first one of the year technically, but the day of the party is still the first of December.
I quickly found each of my friends and told them I had reserved tent number three for our personal use. That Bishop Earl was holding it for us for the first fifteen minutes of the bidding, it was a guy's treat and not the girl's responsibility, and so it was up to us cto ome up with the three hundred dollars, which was fifty dollars split six ways.
As I said before, I always pay my own way. My friends I and quickly went to the main table where our clothes were being held and retrieved our wallets. And took out the money that we each needed, plus an extra ten to keep it stocked with cold drinks and other things that were listed on the board.
Like chocolate sauce and whipped cream and any special toys, we would like, like a blindfold or a pair of handcuffs. Even though I had that stuff inside my backpack except for chocolate sauce and the whipped cream. I had no access to them being locked up in Greg's room, and Cindy wasn't about to let us even go near the room. You can't blame a guy for trying. We paid our rental fee and watched the person put a sign on the door reserved.
We were given another plastic medallion in red with the number T-3 on it and we each paid the extra dollar to have our dance cards laminated into a hard plastic coating. So, we could wear them around our necks. We have our main number on our dance card and the envelope that we were given earlier. Instead of going back and forth all the time from our tent or our parents, or our boxes, to retrieve our dance cards. True, it was all a money scam, but considering we were all naked and it wasn't like we could slip the card into our pockets when you didn't have any.
The tent deal was a cash-only deal. No checks and no credit. Stating you would pay for it after the dance before you went home, having Bishop Earl and Stringham laugh. "No, sorry." Or. "Sure, I trust you, but if I let you, then we would have to let everyone else." Or. "Not even my own kids or their closest friends got a free ride. They had to pay it just like everyone else." The tents were all brought up in a matter of minutes. True, they could have put them all up for bid and made a killing, or they could have set up more tents. But there is a thing called "Supply and demand." The more you have of the item the less money you would get not being a rare item to sell.
Some people got angry about it because of that and the price tag for having your own private paradise. When you could go home and have it or the back of your car for free when finding out no sex allowed or stimulating in the open. The only problem with that was if they wanted back in, they had to pay for it. Mr. Stringham didn't become rich by giving things away that he knew they would pay for. Like everything else in life, nothing was for free. Even though Stringham and I were tight, I always had to work it off to earn what I wanted. True, it was at a fairly good discount, but I still had to earn it.
The arguing soon ended as things got back underway as they started to auction off items to help raise money and also give away prizes and would be doing so all throughout the night.
I wasn't lucky, and I knew that going on. Because fate hated me and when it came to luck, I had a better chance of having bad luck than good luck, so I told Mom and Dad where I would be, showing them my red medallion for our private paradise. Telling them if I won anything, that's where I and my friends were going to be.
Because it was my idea to reserve one of the tents, I was given the chance to use it first, but I like to share so I invited Jake and Adam their two girls to join us since the tent could hold up to eight people easily. Also, because I would be spending the night with Greg, Chad, and Cindy.
Jake and Adam declined the offer with good reason, as Jake's number was called for one of the big prizes. Which was a tent. Not only did he get the tent for his own private paradise tonight. He got to take it home with him and everything inside it as well as permission to set up it for the entire year at any of the parties they would be held during the entire year which would end next Labor Day weekend. I gave him a big knuckle bump as he went up to collect the prize. There was one catch, and that was that he was the one that had to set it up.
What could I do but help because he was one of my best friends? True, it would delay my little sex party, but friends always came first. With all of our help, it was up in a matter of minutes as the girls quickly fixed the inside. I once more started for my private paradise. During Jake and his party of four breaking-in the new tent, my number was unexpectedly called. I stood frozen in mid-step as they read it again, having Ben shake me back into my reality. I didn't think it would be anything other than a gift certificate out of forty-five that would be given away tonight.
Yet when I went up, I was given the last tent out of six that were being given away as prizes like Jake's, still in the box and with all the supplies I needed to put in it. Like a fur rug, mattress, and throw pillows, including an ice chest and all the toys like lotions, ointments, and a bunch of other goodies and two huge lanterns to light it up at night as well as the use of it during any of the parties for an entire year.
I wanted to sit down because not in my wildest dream would have; I imagined of having a tent like this that resembled A dream of Gennie lamp. Where I could use it for my own private retreat for wild sex parties in my backyard. I guess if I really wanted to, I could have used Shane's and my tent for that, but the idea never crossed my mind until now seeing what else I could do with a tent.
I wasn't sure what to do considering I had already reserved a tent for me and my friends, but the decision was made for me. As the tent keeper removed the sign reserved from the tent and placed the sign on the spot where I was to put my tent up next to Jake's further out into the grassy field where the other five tent winners were putting up their tents. We called it lover's lane or the circle of love. I was given several heart-shaped medallions that would allow me and my friends to come and go from my tent and given back the fees that we had paid for our private paradise, to begin with.
The auction started up again as two more tents became available, but so did the price as they started to bid at three hundred dollars. I coughed when my tent that I had reserved went for one thousand dollars. Being the last one to be reserved or, in this case, sold for the entire year. And had the same accommodations as we did regarding space to put it during the parties that would be held during the year. The other tent went for six hundred, again supply and demand.
I heard over the loudspeakers as I was setting up my tent that all the ten tents would be auctioned off later on through the night, but only four of those tents would get the same accommodations. The others would just be sold to the highest bidder only including the items inside the tents. It did not include a free spot to put up in like ours if they wanted that option, they would have to rent that spot. I had no doubt that those tents with the same accommodations as us they wouldn't go cheap, and neither would the other tents.
The smart actions of Stringham and Bishop Earl were clear as they navigated the challenges of acquiring these hard-to-find tents in multiple ways. Not only were they making a significant amount of money from them, but they also didn't have to worry about the responsibility of storing them or the items contained within. And knowing Mr. Stringham he got an excellent deal purchasing them in such a large quantity and the items inside them.
Once more I made my way back to my tent after finding my mother and my adoptive parents telling them once again where I would be. If they needed me, Mom and Dad asked me for a special favor, provided they could talk Bishop Earl and Mr. Stringham into it, since they were the ones hosting the party.
I cringed when they said it, wanting to let Paul back in so he could dance with his wife and see how the nudists interact with each other. Hoping if he saw how we interacted that he wouldn't insult us any longer, giving him another chance. Personally, I didn't think a snowball's chance in hell would fix that. Then again, I didn't think Jake the biggest bully of them all would become one of my best friends.
I talked it over with my friends as Mom and Dad approached the girl's parents. He had insulted and accosted their daughter. I watched them shake their heads no and smiled inside because it was looking like I would be free of Paul for the rest of my visit until I heard the conditions.
One: He was only allowed to dance with his wife unless one of the ladies, not a girl was willing to dance with him, and two: He was to be fully clothed. This meant it was like shaming a nudist when they weren't playing a game of dress-up until he could show he could behave and follow the rules. Three: It would be the Rothwells responsibility to watch him and teach him. If he can't be taught or willing to listen or abide by the rules, his membership would be revoked permanently, and no refunds.
Dad shook on the deal, but I saw the link on his chain grow heavier, watching his shoulders as they slumped a bit when he told my mother and Jennie what they had decided. Jennie went up to the parents and hugged them, and it surprised me when she kissed both of them. It wasn't a breathtaking, passionate kiss. It was just a quick kiss that said thanks I was willing to be part of something special. I looked at my watch, noticing I was running out of time if I wanted to break-in my new tent. So, I hustled back to my new friends, and we made a run for it, as the tent keeper of our circle gave us the green light the moment he saw our medallions.
The moment I was inside, I lit the lamps as it was almost dusk's, and the light in the tent was almost pitch black. I lit the lamps while Sandy and Heidi closed the door and tied it shut to prevent any further interruptions. Ben opened the box of condoms as I unwrapped the lotions and my extra box of twenty-four flavors. We didn't have a table as we did in the other tent, but we did have an ice chest full of sodas and ice and several cans of whipped cream, and an entire case of chocolate sauce.
Once again, I was wishing we were all fully clothed just so we could rip off our clothes again. Yet I wasn't about to take up the time we had just to retrieve them and redress. I had Sandy lie on the floor of the tent and grab an ice cube from the ice chest, as Ben was already having sex with Heidi.
I gave Sandy a silly grin, shaking my head when she was reaching for the box of condoms. Taking her hands and her arms placed them around me. I quickly kissed her as I lay on top of her. Released her pulling her lips with me, taking the ice cube and trailing it down her chin and long neck and followed it with my tongue, Sliding a little at a time as I made my way back down to her breasts. Taking the ice cube down the middle and circled it slowly over her breasts and nipples until it was gone.
Once more I trailed my tongue along her breasts licking up the small trail of the water that ice cube had made as she shivered beneath moaning how I was torturing her, telling me not to stop as we listened to Ben and Heidi next to us going strong. Heidi screams as she climaxes several times in a row as they roll each other, taking turns as they have wild sex. I could see the impatientness in her eyes and made my way back up to her mouth and kissed her and whispered in her ear, that I like to take my time.
I had barely made it back down to her sweet spot when Heidi and Ben finished with round one. She told them I like to take my time, and she was enjoying every minute. I said. "Sex should never be rushed." Then grinned as I went back to my torture. This time, when I came back up, I handed Sandy the condom.
Dillon told me it's always best to let the girl do it, stating that I had given my permission to have sex with her. If she puts it on me, then she has given me her permission. If she doesn't, then she is telling you she doesn't want to have sex just yet or just wants you to stimulate her.
Sandy ripped open the package and stroked me even though she knew I was more than ready, slipped it on me. I gave her a nod and inserted myself inside her. She gasped, arching her back as she screamed as she climaxed, and then looked at me with amazement. I told them. "I do nothing halfway. All I did was give her a small sample."
It was my turn to have wild sex and listen to her screaming my name over and over as I made love to her. I would bring her up so I could put my arms around her and bury my face in her breast and keep a nice steady pace. She would lean her head back so she could and scream without breaking my eardrums. "Harder! Oh … yes!" over and over.
Heidi and Ben watched as they caught their breath while they waited for Ben to regenerate. By the time Ben did … I still hadn't stopped as I kept going, a skill I had learned from the nudist colony the last night at the falls. It was Mr. and Mrs. Rockwater that taught me that just because I climaxed that didn't mean I had to stop to regenerate. The body will do so on its own and I still could be hard enough to maintain some type of rhythm.
After my third climax, I stopped, as we were both panting and sweating. I rolled out of her as she took the spent condom and spilled every drop. She could get out of it on me and licked me like an ice cream cone. When she had her treat, she looked longingly at my penis, wanting to do it all over again, but she had promised Heidi a turn with me as well as Ben.
Ben gasped like a fish for several minutes, asking me to show him that trick. I said. "It's all about timing and lots of practice."
He said. "Fine by me."
I said. "Ok, step number one, foreplay is the most important thing, even more so because being naked is just plain boring." He nodded and giggled that I was right, which said he wasn't a newbie nudist; in some ways, I knew that because like me we didn't get aroused until we were ready too.
Just a pair breasts or a naked girl or woman rarely do much until we have our hands on them or when the girl strokes us. I said. "You know the game, follow the leader?" He nodded he did. Again, it said he wasn't at all new at this. I said. "Then let's play." I took two more ice cubes, and he did the same. I started with a kiss, and he did likewise and watched me then followed my every movement.
When we both made it to our girl's sweet spots, I noticed just like me he was ready to do it again and waited for my instructions. Yet this time I was in the mood for some chocolate-covered breasts and a sweet spot filled with whipped cream and some extra sauce. That only a girl could produce.
True, it would have been better with our nectar, but there was no way I was willing to take the chance of getting a girl pregnant. I took a bottle of chocolate sauce I had been warming by the lantern and drizzled it all over Heidi's breasts and squirted some whipped cream on them and down in between them. She giggled as it tickled her and laughed even more when I squirted it inside her sweet spot and added a little bit of chocolate.
I grabbed two more ice cubes and a can of orange soda and let us both drink the can and took the rest and set it on the side. Something I had learned from Cindy that I could do while I was having sex.
Pouring the cold soda down in between us as we were locked together, it gives the body a shock because it's cold as it runs down between us and doesn't make that big of a mess if you use only less than half the can. I waited as Ben was ready, as the girls put on a new condom. I repeated my hard thrust the moment the dance music started. I wasn't concerned about it. In fact, it made it, so our lovemaking was set to music.
I pulled Heidi to me and wrapped my arms around her the moment I started the rhythm. She screamed for the second time as I thrust, allowing her to lean back slightly while she bent her back and raised her head, as I set a faster and more intense pace. Ben did his best to mimic me, but I knew it would take practice.
After my second climax, I told Ben not to stop and showed him to place his hands on her hips to keep himself inside her. He noticed he was getting a little softer, but he couldn't keep it going without stopping. I breathed between breaths that it takes practice.
He waited by licking off the rest of the chocolate and watched as I poured the soda down Heidi's breasts and down my neck and chest and tossed the can to the side. Dug in deep into her breasts and made love to her breasts and her sweet spot keeping the rhythm as she screamed repeatedly; leaning her back so I could go deeper, as if that was even possible.
When I finished for my third climax I stopped, but this time I didn't roll off this time. I took the ice cubes and trailed them down her body, cleaning off the rest of the chocolate, and went down to my favorite girl dessert, finding it extra sweet and extra tasty. Ben did the same, finding he really liked it as he pleasured not only himself but Sandy as well. When I finished, I let Heidi have her taste of me taking the condom and emptied what was left that hadn't fallen on the mattress onto me, and washed me with her tongue.
Then it was mine, and Ben's turn as the girls stimulated themselves. Finding the remainder of us boys on them and every sweet treat we had both put on them. Ben whispered in my ear as he kissed me, telling me he'd been looking forward to tasting me ever since he saw me naked.
I wasn't surprised by it because I too was looking forward to it. Knowing it was ok to have both, after all, there is nothing wrong about having a good penis now and again as well as kissing a boy. True, the girls are better, but why limit yourself?
Because of our time restraints Ben and I laid in two-way positions so we both could have a penis at the same time while the girls did the same. I had promised him a message that he would think he died and went to heaven, provided we still had time. He said he would ask his parents if he could spend the night. The girls too wanted in on it as well. I was pretty sure it wouldn't be a problem. So, I said I would ask Greg and Cindy if it was all right because they were planning something special after the dance.
When we were done, we cleaned up my tent and threw our garbage away and grabbed a towel for each of us, and slid into the hot tub to wash our bodies off. So, we wouldn't be a hot, sticky mess when we danced. I dipped the towel into the water and walked back to my tent and washed down the mattress for the next round or customers and hung the towel up to dry. While my new friends waited for me, considering they were the first on my dance card.
I didn't bother putting on my glasses. I could see the numbers up close in the torchlight and memorizing the next number. Watching my other friends make their way to my tent, Noticing Jake and his group were already on the dance floor and Billy who was staying very close to his brother and his parents, I smiled seeing them naked and blushing when they realized they were naked, but soon realized so was everyone else. I knew it would take time before they too were comfortable about being practicing nudists.
Not even West and his brother Hank were comfortable as of yet being nudists, but at least they were here, including their Dad watching him come down from lovers' lane or winner's circle with a woman on each arm and very, very happy. I gave a heavy sigh, seeing Paul and Jennie dancing. I knew the moment had arrived, and it was going to be a long night.