Date: Mon, 24 Jan 2011 21:15:59 -0000
From: Nick <nakednick2@btinternet.com>
Subject: keeping it in the Family - Chapter 32

WARNING:  The following true story - only the names of the participants and
some places have been changed - contains descriptions of gay, bisexual and
incestuous activity between adult relatives and others, activities which may
be illegal in some jurisdictions or cause offence against some religious
beliefs.  Please do not read any further if you are likely to be offended by
its content or if it might be illegal in your country!  By the way, the
story is written with the full knowledge and approval of all the living
persons having significant mention therein.

* * * *

At the end of the splendid meal we were all well fed but not stuffed and
wide ranging conversations had made for a most enjoyable evening.  The meal
had been a new and very enjoyable culinary experience for most of us.  After
a busy couple of days, I think we were all ready for bed when the party
broke up around half past ten!

As Sarah and I got to our suite she said, "I'm shattered!" and collapsed on
the bed; I leaned over her and kissed her gently before going to the
bathroom.  By the time I returned, she was sound asleep, still fully
clothed.  I undressed quietly and slipped, naked under the covers wondering
if she would waken.  I gently caressed her hair, then her back.  She stirred
gently and rolled on to her back, her breasts pointing skywards.  I kissed
her again and in the midst of some dream, she flung her arms around my neck.
In spite of my own tiredness I felt a stirring in my groin.  Nevertheless, I
was soon asleep and only awakened by the alarm clock at 7.30 next morning.

Sarah took several minutes to come to life, surprised that she was still
fully clothed.  We cuddled for a few minutes and Percy got a few playful
tweaks; my further advances were repulsed by a smart slap on each of my
buttocks!  Percy pointed my way to the bathroom where I pissed, shaved and
showered, stepping out just as a now naked Sarah arrived for her own
ablutions.  She pulled my wet body to hers before we kissed hard and long,
prompting Percy to begin rising to the occasion, only to be repulsed by
Sarah declaring "We should be down for breakfast in fifteen minutes" and
giving me  another sharp slap, further encouraging my rising cock.

Nevertheless, I got dried and dressed while Sarah was showering.  I noticed
that she had chosen a fetching little green sun-dress and that she had also
put out a matching bikini and some other bits and pieces for the day out.
We were soon ready for breakfast, joining some of our group and being joined
by the others shortly after.  Over breakfast, we all decided that it was to
be a beach day.

We were all ready to go at 10am and Guillaume willingly agreed to take us
straight to the Ile de Re and suggested that he should pick us up from the
centre of La Rochelle at 4.30pm.  He took us via the planned pick-up point
to a beautiful seaside village on the island, pointing out many local points
of interest on the way.  These included what he described as a 'naked beach
with plenty of bushes' only a kilometre or so from the village.  Sarah gave
me a nudge and a wink; I noticed several of the other couples exchanging
glances.

After a stroll around the village, we all had coffee and cake at a beachside
kiosk before taking a leisurely swim in the still-warm Atlantic waters.  As
we relaxed on the beach, the women started talking about walking along the
shore and, perhaps not surprisingly, we soon found ourselves strolling
towards the nudist beach, eventually finding ourselves some shade under a
group of beach umbrellas near the entrance to the beach.

"When in Rome do as the Romans do," Roger said, stripping off the tee shirt
and shorts he was wearing and running naked into the sea.  The rest of us
quickly followed his example, Sid and Pat perhaps just a little reluctantly.
I don't think any of us had ever been on a nudist beach or even swum naked
before.  The feeling of the warm sea water washing around ones genitalia was
truly amazing.  From tots to grannies, though with a marked lack of
teenagers, everyone there was naked, and there was absolutely no
embarrassment!  I thought of young Tim's embarrassment in Mallorca.

After the swim, several of us decided to explore the shrub covered sand
dunes behind the beach, along some of the many well-worn paths.
Automatically, each couple seemed to go their own way; eventually Sarah and
I were strolling alone, naked except for our flip-flops and sun hats.  We
held hands as we went deeper into the marais and after some ten or fifteen
minutes I felt Sarah's free hand reaching for my cock which was swinging
from side to side over my low-hanging ,sun-warmed balls as we walked.  We
stopped in the shade of a small tree and our sweaty bodies embraced, "Nick,"
she said, "what a super place for a shag, we could almost be on a desert
island, just you and me.  If there is anyone else around, that's too bad,
they're probably doing the same as us, anyway!"

"My feelings exactly," I said, glancing down to my dick which was just
peeping out from between our bellies.  We kissed and cuddled, nibbled and
nuzzled for a few moments before Sarah took my hand and put it between her
legs; she clearly needed no more preparation!  She took my cock in both her
hands and played with it briefly, teasing the slit at its now bulging end
with her fingers before kissing its length while she fondled my balls.  She
spun round, with her back to me, her legs apart, then bent over, her hands
clasping her ankles, her wet pussy only inches from my throbbing dick.
Bending over slightly, I put my hands to her waist and gently pushed all
seven inches of my member slowly into her tunnel of love.  I paused,
withdrew and slid it up and down her ass crack several times.

"Nick, darling" she gasped, "that's lovely, keep doing it."  I obeyed,
before eventually having to pause; I wasn't ready to finish just yet!  I
slipped my dick back where it belonged, taking several long, slow, deep
strokes before withdrawing again.  I put my hand between Sarah's legs and
spread some of her juices upwards and around her ass hole, slipping my
finger briefly into her rectum as I did so.

"Oooh! Is that what Antione did to you?"

"Yes, but much, much further."

"Go on, go right in."  I gently eased my finger into her, simultaneously
pushing my dick an inch or two into her pussy.  I could feel one against the
other inside her.

"You know what I want," she said.

"I thought you didn't like that last time."

"I want you to try it again."  I withdrew my well lubricated prick and
slipped it gently into her ass, but I soon became aware that she was
uncomfortable.

"Try to push it out as I am pushing in; pretend you are having a dump."
Pushing slowly against her, I got the whole length in before I relaxed and
let her push it out.  "Try it one more time," I said, pushing against her
and slowly getting the whole seven inches into her rectum again.  "Now push
it out," I said as I relaxed the pressure and my prick slipped out.

"It was hard going in," she said, "I enjoyed pushing it out though, but I
think I'll just let you stick it where it belongs in future."  She engaged
with my cock and I pushed it smartly into her dripping slit. After just a
few tentative thrusts, "Let me have it!" she cried, "I want it, I'm coming,
now, now ..!"  With that she gave a huge scream and I dumped my load deep
inside her.  She stood up, pushing my prick from her body as she did so,
turned and we clasped our bodies together, my prick once more sandwiched
between our bellies, slowly softening, the last dribbles of my spunk oozing
from its end.

We stayed that way for quite some time before breaking apart.  "We need a
swim," I said.  As my dick regained its composure we walked back towards the
beach, hand in hand, pretending nothing had happened.  As we got nearer, we
met Derek and Jane on a converging path.  "You look as guilty as hell," he
said.

"And so do you!"

"We are!"

"And so are we and we are not the only ones either!"  I replied, gesturing
towards Ian and Ruth emerging from another one of the paths into the bushes.
With six boobs bouncing and three cocks swinging in the breeze, we all
walked innocently back towards the umbrellas where Roger and Clare had been
left watching over our possessions.  The others were nowhere to be seen.

"Even if I am off-duty, I'm not going to ask where you've been or what
you've been up to," Roger said, "I'll leave that to my all too vivid
imagination!"

"Time for a swim," Derek said, "I'll race you to the sea."  With our dicks
flapping, Roger, Derek, Ian and I raced towards the shoreline, a race I
probably won by a short head, and dived into the sea.  As I turned to look
back, the women were following at a more leisurely pace.  The sight of four
naked women coming towards me on a sunny French beach was almost enough to
get Percy going again.  I swam out to sea, not least to hide any
embarrassment!

We frolicked in the water for a while, by which time the others had returned
and joined us.  I have no doubt they all needed that swim!  We got dried and
dressed before walking back to the village, with time for a beer before
catching the local bus back to town.  Guillaume was waiting at the bus
station when we arrived and drove us back to the hotel with plenty of time
for a shower and last minute packing.  When we arrived, Sid took me aside
and said "We managed damned good shag in the bushes.  Nick, I really am glad
you opened my eyes, I reckon we shall okay before long.  Even Pat admitted
she enjoyed it outdoors."

"Sid, That is absolutely great, I'm looking forward to the Christening
already!"

Sarah showered quickly, then dressed and packed our last minute bits and
pieces while I showered, discovering in the process that my behind was
reddened by its unaccustomed exposure to sunshine!  When I complained to
Sarah, she only made it worse with sharp slaps on both cheeks.  Guillaume
got us to the airport in good time, we got checked in and had another drink
on Roger's expense form before the flight boarded and left on time.  At
least by airline standards, the on-board dinner was good and our early
arrival was followed by an unusually quick transit through Birmingham
airport, the magical weekend was regrettably coming to an end.

Before we left, Roger reminded us all about returning our expense forms to
him as soon as possible, the sooner we got them back, the sooner they would
be paid, he said!  He said he would be in touch soon and with everyone's
agreement he distributed a list of our contact details and those of the
clinic staff.  Clare reminded Pat to make her appointment.  After my
conversation with Sid, I doubted that it was strictly necessary.  Roger
reminded Derek and me to contact Thierry directly about sperm donation if we
wanted to go ahead but keep him in touch, unofficially of course.  With
that, we all said our goodbyes, or at least 'au revoir, a bientot' and set
off on the last few miles of our journeys home.  I was sure most of us would
meet again.