Date: Mon, 24 Jan 2011 21:15:59 -0000 From: Nick 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.