Author: Oliver Newton

Title: Sophie and Amy's Sleepover - the Party

Summary: Sophie and Amy are taken to a Halloween party at a
nudist club

Keywords: Mgg nudism gb first sex general fun

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It is a product of a
fertile imagination. Under no circumstances does the author
recommend or even suggest that a reader should attempt any
similar behaviour or actions. Do not try this at home!

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My vengeful ex-wife was tapping her fingers on the steering wheel
of her monstrous Mercedes luxury off-roader when we arrived two
minutes late at the rendezvous outside the Sun. I could almost
hear the irritated scratching of her elegantly manicured claws on
the sumptuous leather over the purr of her expensive motor and
the bag-of-bolts clattering of mine. Sophie and Amy hugged as if
being parted for eternity and then, as an afterthought, Sophie
leaned around the seat, kissed me on the cheek and said "thanks
Dad, it was a great weekend."

I watched Sophie run across to the gangstermobile, which sped
away almost before she had shut the door. 'How,' I wondered,
'could a mother and daughter be so different?'

Amy climbed through into the passenger seat, the hem of her skirt
catching on the seat belt anchor and thus treating me to a view
of her long smooth thighs and knickers printed with a cartoon
character that I thought was Belle but could not be sure as I was
remembering her happily dancing naked the previous evening. Of
course it wasn't just Amy but all of us having ditched the
encumbrances of gold lamé g-strings, witches hats, cloaks, devils
masks and horns and all the other paraphernalia of Halloween.

George and Jennifer welcomed us to the clubhouse decorated for
the occasion with cobwebs, luminous skeletons and pumpkin
lanterns and their two children, Peter, a boy of about ten, and
Alice a beanpole of about twelve, who seemed glad that they had
company closer to their own ages. It was a sad fact that there
seemed to be more grandparent types than younger families and
only another three children, one of which was a gawky boy of
about thirteen or fourteen who looked as if he were praying Hell
would accept him immediately and two other girls perhaps a year
or so younger than Sophie and Amy. Though I wouldn't admit it, I
felt a fair degree of sympathy with the gawky boy.

There was a buffet and a bar and George as MC was making
announcements and jokes as the precursor to the arrival of the
disco, which was late. But once the eighties music began to shake
the walls, a few brave souls, of which Jennifer and I were the
first, took to the floor to embarrass our children, or not, as
they soon joined us, perhaps to demonstrate how it ought to be
done. Typically it was the women who danced, sometimes dragging
reluctant husbands with them, and the children; all except the
gawky boy who sat in the shadows and glowered. I felt a great
deal of sympathy for him, recognising the paralysing shyness of
the pubertal male. I also noticed Alice glancing in his direction
occasionally and decided to risk action.

When Sophie and Amy dragged Simon reluctantly onto the floor I
could see from his face that however embarrassed he might feel,
he was grateful that he had been forced out of obscurity. I
observed too that Sophie and Alice made him dance, teased him,
encouraged him and gradually, in some beautifully feminine way,
included beanpole Alice into their threesome and somehow, I think
with jokes and teasing, got the boy and the girl dancing together
in their almost identical witch and warlock costumes. That little
piece of social engineering thrilled me. Somehow it comforted my
younger self who had often been left lurking in the wings but
wishing he had the courage to step onto the stage.

After ten minutes of dancing I dispensed with the uncomfortable
mask, after half an hour or so I took off my hat and gown and,
feeling ridiculous in just a gold lamé g-string, took that off
too. Sophie and Amy seemed to take that as their cue to get naked
too and gradually this seemed to prompt the others to get
progressively naked. Sophie demanded the first of the slow dances
and Amy the second with the result that when it was obvious that
Jennifer was feeling left out I turned to her with a raging
hard-on that had been pressed previously into two bony chests
leaving them glistening with pre-cum. Jennifer smirked and glued
herself to me whispering "nice to feel a man again" and, slipping
a hand between us, began to fondle my erection enthusiastically.

"I think you should have the next dance with Alice" she purred,
"I fancy that shy boy and I know you'll enjoy Alice."

Odd choice of words I thought, but found the idea so exciting
that I was very close to cumming in her hand. Fortunately she
manouevered us over to the target couple and very blatantly split
them up. Both Alice and Simon seemed very embarrassed, not least
because he was as erect as I was and now it was standing straight
up dribbling pre-cum that glistened on Alice's belly and, I
thought, her hand. Jennifer clasped herself to Simon and whirled
him away leaving me no choice but to do the same with Alice,
expecting her to prefer to keep her distance as I had observed
Simon trying, but failing to do with Jennifer.

Alice however nuzzled her face into my neck and pressed herself
against me and emulating her mother by fondling my painfully
explosive erection. "Do you want to fuck me?" she whispered.

Now that was a surprise! I had half expected her mother to make
the invitation, certainly she had been slippery enough when I
thought I ought to pay the same attention to her as she was
paying to me. Out of curiosity I let my left hand slip down to
Alice's buttocks and then squeezing between us sought her
innocently smooth pudenda that felt slightly prickly suggesting
that she had shaved, and into the soft accepting folds of her
vulva that were, I noted with surprise, truly awash with
lubricant.

The temptation to lift her onto my cock and ravish her there and
then was almost, but not quite, overwhelming. "I would love to
fuck you," I whispered back, "but I think you should introduce
Simon to the joys of fucking. I am sure he is keen."

"Do you think?" she whispered. "I like his cock but he didn't
show any interest like you."

"Believe me, he is interested," I whispered back, "but he is a
virgin. Take the lead, show him the way, tell him what you want
and I am sure you will end the night with a cunt full of cum and
a huge smile on both your faces."

I continued to explore her voluptuously lubricated vulval folds,
alternately tickling her clitoris and probing her eager vagina
while she hung both her arms around my neck and made small but
appreciative noises.

"Do you do this to your daughter?" she asked softly.

"When I can," I replied.

"Have you fucked her yet?"

I was tempted to say that I had, somehow to make myself out to be
a liberal open father but a premonition of guilt had prevented me
on the occasion it might have been possible, so I replied simply,
"no."

"You should," she murmured, "If I were her I'd like you to fuck
me."

I gave her clitoris one last caress and withdrew my hand, raising
it to my mouth and sucking the finger, tasting the sweetness of
her. "Come!" I said firmly, "I think it is time to rescue Simon
from your mother: but make sure he fucks you before the night is
out."

I reclaimed Jennifer in order to allow Alice to lead Simon into a
darker corner and quietly disappear just as the faster tunes
returned and went to get a beer and sit down to watch what had
become quite a lively party. Alice and Amy grinning from ear to
ear came and demanded J2Os giggling and whispering just loud
enough for me to hear about all the 'grandpa erections' they had
had thrust at them and some other grandpa who had felt them up
quite intrusively but inexpertly.

"Are you enjoying yourselves?" I asked with some misgivings.

"Oh yes!" they chorused excitedly and rushed off to dance some
more and excite a few more 'grandpas' just as Jennifer sidled
over with a glass of wine and slid in to the seat next to me.

"Not dancing?" she asked blandly, clinking my bottle with her
glass.

"Taking a rest," I replied, adding, "but it's a good party."

She reached over and fondled my cock and then, holding it firmly,
encouraged me to get to my feet. Leading me as if on a lead we
went through a door that I think was signed 'lounge' into a
darkened room that seemed to be pulsing with turpitude. In the
dim moonlight filtering through the blinds I saw Alice astride
Simon and her father thrusting doggy style into a plump girl I'd
seen earlier with Alice who hadn't looked much over thirteen. I
can't say I was especially excited by the prospect of fucking
Jennifer but the ambience had a certain arousing quality that did
the trick and allowed me to get deep between Jenny's thighs and
ensure there was plenty of stimulation of her clitoris so that,
in a surprisingly short time, she gave every sign of experiencing
an orgasm. I doubted she would want to fake it, but continued to
stimulate her erogenous zones, kiss and suck and nip her nipples
and wriggle a finger into her anus while my penis pressed deep
into her vagina and I maintained the pressure on her clitoris
with my pubic bone until she was either satiated or bored. I
withdrew without ejaculating but paid her effusive compliments.
When we left the lounge another pair of couples had replaced
Alice, Simon, the chubby girl and her father though I was aware
that Sophie and Amy had crept in about halfway through to watch
and silently slipped out again as I withdrew my penis accompanied
by a pleasant 'thwock'.

Jennifer paid me no further attention once I had withdrawn and
stepped back, wiping my penis with a tissue from the box that she
handed me. I wondered if she was disappointed that I had not cum,
but didn't ask as I couldn't think of a way to explain it without
appearing ungenerous or even rude. Indeed, I thought I was fairly
open-minded but my experiences that evening made me question my
assumptions of liberality.

What I couldn't quite understand was how far George and
Jennifer's openness extended to the other members of the club. It
was quite clear that they were extreme liberals compared with
even those nudists whose lifestyle included swinging. When I had
gone to the swim the first time I had thought they were a bunch
of typical nudists, of the sort that insisted nudism had nothing
to do with sex: clearly George and Jennifer were not of this
persuasion, but were they alone. Surely not as what about Simon
or the girl I had seen enthusiastically engaging doggy-style? So
I asked George as we watched the girls dancing enthusiastically.

"We are open," he admitted (it would have been difficult to deny
it), "and there are a couple of other families that share our
interests, but most are less enthusiastic, maybe occasional
swingers but nothing more."

"But don't those others know, or at least suspect?" I asked
carefully, not really sure how far I ought to take this.

"Basically they don't want to know and we don't advertise so they
feel they have to do anything."

"Isn't that a bit dangerous?" I asked cautiously.

"Not really," he laughed, "we guessed you were open as soon as we
saw you with your daughter at the swim."

"How?" I asked, very interested now.

"Oh, instinct, perhaps. But you seemed very at ease with her and
she with you."

"Isn't every parent?"

He laughed, "with time you get to recognise the signals - looks,
the way you touch or hold."

I would have liked to learn more but Amy and Sophie came over and
imperiously demanded my presence on the floor as the party was
coming to an end.

"See!" George laughed, "there's your answer!"

The girls were asleep minutes after leaving the club but they
woke up as I carried them indoors and insisted I put them to bed.
I made sure they washed and cleaned their teeth and saw them into
bed where the imps insisted that I should join them. But they
were asleep moments after I had given in and snuggled up with
them. As I was thinking about going to my own bed I fell asleep
and dreamed of flying over an endless desert sure that there was
an oasis ahead.






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