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On Orgasm Pond

Author's Note:

I'd like to thank my editors, Rip_isback, and Kirk2004, for their expert editing and advice.

This is a long story. It takes just a wee bit before the good stuff, but, there's lot's of good stuff throughout. I hope you'll enjoy it. Please stick with it until the end. Comments are appreciated. Thanks!


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Orgasm Pond is a name I affectionately gave a small Adirondack lake in upstate New York after a summer I had spent there that changed my life. The real name of the lake shall remain nameless.

You know that point when you've given yourself passionately to something for years and all that something does is take, take, take? That point where you, suddenly and forcefully, can't take it anymore.

My life careened toward that breaking point for years. I was blind to it until I reached that breaking point. One day it suddenly hit me like a giant rubber band that snapped in my brain, and the thought of poking a red hot needle in my eye was more appealing than going to work. As a self proclaimed workaholic, I had been working extremely hard for the past ten years on my career. I took precious little time for myself or my wife. My marriage hit the skids a year ago, mostly from my incessant work. I took very little vacation time over the preceding years even though my compensation included five paid vacation weeks a year. I seldom took more than two weeks. When I was on those precious two weeks of vacation, I insidiously brought my laptop along and worked part of that time. That was just part of the corporate culture I was wrapped up in; it was considered weak to use all your allocated vacation.

I was burnt out, and crisp as overcooked bacon. I told my boss that I needed some down time and would not be available by email, text, or phone for the entire months of July and August. He didn't like it much, but I insisted. I really didn't care if he fired me at that point. I was so over done.

I needed to get away. My wife was gone, and I wasn't dating anyone. There was nothing but myself standing in my way of a well deserved hiatus.

In my youth, I loved spending my summers in the Adirondack Mountains. I attended summer camp every year between the ages of eight and fifteen. During my college years, I'd spend a few weeks backpacking in the Adirondacks every summer. So, this was the first place I thought about when I decided I needed to disappear for a while. I was determined to find a place to rent for a few months on a lake in those beautiful mountains.

It was mid June when I started searching the internet for places to rent. I wanted a place on a quiet lake, one that banned motor boats, but one that allowed canoes, kayaks, and small sailboats only. Most every place was already booked for the summer to my surprise. I had no clue how early cottage rentals on lakes booked up for the summer.

I stumbled upon an available listing that caught my eye: "Perfect getaway for those seeking sensual solitude. Loon Cottage is small but beautifully converted boathouse on a private lake. Listen to the loons serenade you to sleep every night. The cottage is available for monthly rentals only." The rental rate was about three times the going monthly rate. I thought that was one reason it must be still available. I didn't care about the price. I needed to get away and all the other desirable places were taken.

I called the number in the listing and a woman answered.

"Hello Becky speaking," said a sweet sounding voice.

"Hi, this is Patrick Hunt, and I'm interested in renting Loon Cottage for the months of July and August. I see it's still available," I said to the sweet voice on the other end.

"It could be available. I need to ask you a few questions first. I interview all perspective renters before I commit to renting the cottage."

I thought this sounded odd so I questioned her policy.

"My husband built the cottage for me with his own hands. He passed away three years ago. I am very fussy about who I rent it to. It's my prerogative. I don't allow kids, and I prefer someone, or a couple, in their thirties to fifties. You must be clean, neat, quiet, and respectful of this special place. You'll fit in better if you're open minded and adventuresome."

"Fit in? Why would I need to fit in? I'm just looking for a place to chill for a while."

"This is a special lake. There is no public access. All properties surrounding the lake are privately owned. We have a tight community here, and we all click. I am the only property owner renting out a place on the lake, much to my neighbors chagrin. Since my husband's salary is no longer coming in, I need the rental income in order to help defer the costs of keeping the cottage. My neighbors are very particular about outsiders on the lake."

"That sounds very elitist," I said.

"I know it does, but those are my terms. Do you want to proceed with the interview?"

I was getting desperate to get something before I got shutout for the season, so I agreed. She asked how old I was, whether I was single or married, what political party I was most aligned with, and how I felt about nudity. The nudity question threw me for a loop, but I let it slide.

"You must submit a health report with a recent screening for sexually transmitted diseases," she added.

"What!" I said astonished.

"Some of my neighbors are single, and they like to play the field. I'm just looking out for their health," she said.

"That's absurd! How do you know I want anything to do with your neighbors?" I said getting a little angry now.

"You said you're single and unattached. My neighbors are hot and persuasive. I'd only be a matter of time," she said as if she seen her neighbors devour her renters before.

I thought about the absurdity of it all for a few seconds and then realized I hadn't gotten laid in about six months, and I could use some action. My wife and I split up a year ago. For the first four months, I did nothing but sit around depressed and work, of course. My friends were telling me to get back in the game. It was depressing for them to watch me sulk around they'd tell me. So, for the next two months I tried dating. I got lucky a few times, but lost interest because I was still not over my ex-wife. It's been four months since my last date. At 35 years old, I wasn't getting any younger. It might be time to seize an opportunity if it came up.

"OK, I'll get a blood test and send you the results," I said.

I must have passed the interview and her health test because she rented the cottage to me.

July 1st came and I followed Becky's directions to the cottage. I arrived late in the evening. It was about 8:00 PM, and I was tired from the long drive. Becky greeted me in a silky robe. It was a warm summer night, and she didn't bothered to tie her robe tight. I could see a lot of cleavage and her ample breasts were barely covered. Her robe was short, and I could see her tanned, toned legs were smooth and sexy. Becky looked to be in her late thirties, maybe forty. She showed me the cottage and the dock that it shared with her house and the neighbor to my right. She pointed to the house up the path. That was hers.

"I hope you don't mind seeing people skinny dip? Most of the owners on the lake skinny dip, so you'll see lots of naked people out and about. As I told you on the phone, the lake is private."

"No, no problem," I said.

I crashed in bed as soon as Becky left. I didn't even unpack. I went to sleep to the sound of loons calling across the lake. The loon calls were just as I remembered from my youth, and what a magical, mystical sound they made. I love all the calls a loon makes, but I think the wail call was my favorite. To be lying in bed at night and hearing the wailing of the loons sent shivers down my spine. Oddly, it's both an eerie and comforting sound at the same time.

The next morning was a beautiful bluebird day. I slept in late so I missed the sunrise. I brewed some coffee. I poured a cup and headed out to the dock to sit and enjoy the water. I sat in a chair on the dock next to the water's edge. I closed my eyes and was enjoying the sun on my face when I heard what sounded like someone swimming. I opened my eyes and saw a woman doing the breast stroke. She was approaching the dock, and I could see she was naked. Then I remembered what Becky said last night about skinny dippers.

As the woman climbed out of the lake, I could see it was Becky herself. She smiled at me as she climbed out of the water. Her body came into my view as she ascended the swim ladder just 10 feet from where I was sitting. She had a nice wide smile with pretty teeth. Her blue eyes glistened in the sun. Her light brown hair, with just a hint of red, was wet and shimmering as it lay mat against her shoulders. As her breasts popped into view, I could see they were lovely orbs. I estimated about 34C's. Her nipples were erect due to the cold water. As she climbed the stairs, the rest of her body came into my view. Becky's waist was narrow and her hips full. Her pussy had hair. She was not a shaver of pubic hair, but it was neatly trimmed. Her legs were strong looking, not too skinny and not too plump. I felt aroused as I checked Becky's body out.

"Good morning. You can put your eyes back in your head now," she said with a big grin.

I must have been staring.

"Sorry," I said.

"No need to apologize, you'll get use to seeing nude bodies around here. Like I said, most everyone skinny dips here. You should too. Don't be shy."

She sat in the chair next to me and started chatting about this and that. I suddenly felt over dressed.

I reached up and pulled off my t-shirt. I felt a little uncomfortable about simply pulling my shorts off in front of her. After all, I had just met her briefly last night. She saw my hesitation and eased my fears.

"You might as well get comfortable," she said, and then continued with her conversation.

I pulled off my shorts and was now naked. My cock was hard at the thought of being freed in front of this beautiful woman. My hard-on popped up as I sat back down.

"Wow, you must be feeling frisky this morning?" She grinned as she stared at my erection. "Go ahead and take care of yourself if you need to. I won't mind."

I was hoping she was going to initiate something that would lead to the two of us having sex, but here she was telling me I could masturbate in front of her if I wanted.

"Here? Out in the open? On your dock?" I asked incredibly.

"Sure, no one cares. You'll see all kinds of things around these parts."

Well it didn't look like she was going to initiate sex with me, and by now I was really horny. Something about being free from the stress of work, being in the mountains, out by the water, and naked got me juiced up. So I tentatively reached for my cock and started stroking it lightly. We continued our conversation, as my hand knew what to do without much thought from my brain. As I got more excited, I couldn't follow the conversation. I couldn't remember what she just said or what we were talking about. All I could think about was that I was stroking my cock in front of a nude stranger. Becky let a hand slide down to her pussy, and she started lightly fingering her clit while she watched me work my cock. She kept right on talking about this and that as if nothing was happening.

I started working my cock harder now, and soon felt a need to cum. I spit on my cock to lube it up and started palming the head on the up stroke. I could hear Becky's breathing getting more labored as she talked, but she kept the same conversation going - something about the history of the lake, I think, maybe some gossip about the neighbors. She could tell I was close to cumming by my breathing and my moans. I cupped my left hand in front of my cock to catch my sperm.

"Let it fly into the lake. The fish love it," she could barely say as she herself was cumming.

I stood up to the edge of the dock and let my semen fly right into the lake as my body quaked and quivered in orgasm. Standing naked with a nude stranger just a few feet away, and on a dock by the water as the sun warmed my body and mind, and as the glow of a fresh climaxed washed over me, I felt more sexually charged at that very moment than I had in years. Sure enough, soon little fish came and gobbled up my gobs of goo floating in the water near the dock. I sat back down, and we continued our conversation as if nothing had happened.

After a while, Becky announced she needed to go. She had to get ready for a party she was hosting this evening.

"Why don't you come?" she asked. "You'll fit right in. Clothing is optional. It starts at 6:00PM sharp." She winked at me as she walked away from the dock up her path to her house.

Clothing optional? She must be joking, I thought. I jumped in the lake for a swim. I then went inside the cottage for breakfast and to read one of the trashy novels I purchased the other day for this trip. You know the kind, real slutty, a lot of sex. I usually masturbate to a good raunchy story, but since I already did that at the dock, I just read and enjoyed the feeling of being sexually charged by the erotic story.

It was early in the afternoon, and I felt like taking the canoe out for a paddle. I put on my swim suit, grabbed the paddle, my sun glasses, a beer, and headed out with the canoe. The lake was beautiful. It was a fairly calm day with just a little light wind. I paddled right near the shore. I wanted to check out some of the other homes and cottages along the lake. I came upon two young ladies on a sunfish. They were naked. Damn, I thought, this lake takes this skinny dipping thing to an extreme. As I paddled on further on, I saw a man and a woman paddling a canoe. They were both also naked. I was feeling over dressed again, so I stripped off my swim trunks.

As I rounded a bend, still near the shore I came upon a dock jutting out into the water. On the dock, on what looked like a large double chase lounge that was set flat like a bed, were two young women. They were naked, and one was eating the others pussy. The one being eaten had her eyes closed and her head tilted back toward the sky. As she heard my paddle in the water, she opened her eyes, lowered her head, and smiled at me.

"Hi. Lovely day, isn't it?" she said so matter-of-factly, unconcerned that I was within 20 feet of her while she was receiving oral sex. The young woman eating her, raised her head from her friend's pussy, turned, and looked my way smiling. I paddled on with a boner.

"What is with this lake?" I was thinking as I paddled on around the lake. It's like a porn movie or one of my wildest fantasies. "Was I in a dream?" I thought. I slapped my face - no, not dreaming.

I returned back to the dock, and, as I was putting the canoe away, a woman who looked to be about 35 years old came walking down the path to the dock. She was approaching from the cottage on the other side of the Loon Cottage, the opposite side from Becky's house. This woman was dressed in a t-shirt and shorts. From what I had seen on the lake, this woman looked out of place. She was over dressed. I hadn't bothered to put my swim trunks back on after seeing all the naked people on the lake, not to mention the two women having oral sex.

"Hi, I'm Susan. My cottage is on the other side of yours," said the dressed woman as she approached me.

"Well, it's not mine. I'm only renting," I said, feeling a little funny standing there naked in front of her.

"Yes, I know, Becky owns it. She's the only one on the lake that rents a place out to vacationers," she said.

"My name is Patrick." I extend my hand to greet her, and my cock extended a little too.

"Nice to meet you," she said, as she shook my hand. She then stole a look at my cock and grinned before she continued on to the end of the dock.

I started up the path to the cottage and turned to get another look at her. I thought she was kinda cute. I saw her pulling her t-shirt off, so I was thinking I'd be seeing her naked in a few moments. As she pulled off her shirt and lowered her shorts, I saw that she wore a bikini. She had a hot body and her red bikini showed it off nicely. Susan was a blonde with a nice shape. She was about 5'5" tall, and had smaller breasts than Becky's. I'd say 34B. Her ass was shapely and filled out her bikini bottom nicely. Then it really hit me. She is wearing a bikini. She wasn't swimming nude! Shocking, I thought. I hear her splash in the water as I continued up the path to my cottage. I went inside, fixed myself a cocktail, and headed out to the covered porch that overlooked the water. I picked up my trashy book and started reading. I read a few chapters, and I was engrossed in a real hot sex scene when I hear, "Reading anything good?"

I looked up and Susan was standing on the path near the porch.

"Just some slutty sex novel," I said blushing a little. I don't know why I blushed. She just caught me off guard.

"Where are my manners? Come on up," I said. Susan came up the stairs and onto the porch. I offered her a seat.

"I'm a little wet," she said.

"Oh, my manners again," I said as I rushed to get her a towel.

She dried herself off, still in her bikini and used the towel to put down on the chair so as not to get the chair wet.

"I'm having a cocktail, would you like one?"

"Sounds lovely."

"Gin and tonic?"

"Perfect."

We chatted for a while getting to know one another. Susan was single, never married, a school teacher, and she summered at the lake.

"Let me ask you something. Why do you wear a bathing suit when everyone else walks around naked?" I asked her.

"I don't know," she said looking down with a shy expression. "This place is nuts. Everyone's a pervert around here. I just never got into that sort of thing." She blushed as she looked down. Her legs were crossed, the top leg swung nervously.

"I didn't mean to pry. It just seems like the whole lake is one big nudist colony," I said.

"More like one big orgy," she added, still looking down.

There was a very long awkward moment of silence. I didn't know what to say, and I regretted bringing it up. I was grappling with what to say to change the subject when she blurted out, "I guess I am shy," she said almost as if it was a revelation to her. I felt bad now. I just met this woman, and I somehow hit a raw nerve with her.

"Well, there is nothing wrong with being shy," I said trying to make her feel better.

"I wish I could be more open and free like everyone else around here, but I just can't," she said looking at me with a sad look in her eyes.

"Look, it's none of my business, but you should live your life the way you want to," I said trying to end this conversation with her feeling good about herself.

"I just stay home and masturbate while the rest of the lake is having their orgies," she said. Again she was looking at the floor.

This was way more information than I had bargained for. Don't get me wrong, the thought of Susan masturbating intrigued me, but she seemed a little depressed.

"I suppose you're going to Becky's party tonight?" she asked.

"Becky invited me this morning," I stated. "You weren't invited?"

"I'm always invited. I just never go," she said solemnly.

"I gotta go," she suddenly said. "I'll be home masturbating while you're getting your asshole licked, or whatever they do at those fucking parties." With that she got up and abruptly left.

I was stunned. First, I was stunned because the party I was invited to was indeed an orgy, so the clothing optional comment from Becky this morning was not a joke. Secondly, the neighbor on the other side of me poured her heart out to me about feeling left out of all the fun -- not because she wasn't invited, but due to some sense of morality. However, her morals didn't encompass her not telling me that she stays home and masturbates while these parties are going on. Weird day this was turning out to be.
After Susan left, I sat around thinking about Becky's party. Should I go? I had never been to an orgy, however, it was something I had always wanted to do. I'm almost certain Susan would have wanted me to have said I wouldn't go, and for the two of us to spend the evening together. After her masturbation confession, I'm sure I could get into her pants. I did really want to attend that orgy, but I was nervous.

It was getting close to 6:00, and I made up my mind to go to Becky's party. I showered and shaved my balls. The next question was, should I go nude? Clothing optional Becky said. But what if I was being punked? I didn't want to show up at a party naked while everyone else was dressed. And what if Susan was punking me? What if the party wasn't an orgy?

I decided to go dressed. I could always take my clothes off if indeed it was the kind of party I was hoping for. I put on some lightweight linen shorts, no underwear, and a Hawaiian shirt and headed up the path to Becky's house. I could hear talking and laughing within the house, but I couldn't see anyone. I rang the door bell and waited. Becky soon came to door. She was dressed in a see through dress and was totally naked underneath.

"Ah-ha, I see you went with the dressed option. Good choice, no one is naked yet," she said as she invited me in.

As I followed her into her house, my nerves were on edge with excitement. She led me into the kitchen. There were about 15 people standing around with drinks in their hands and chatting. Becky introduced me to everyone.

"This is the guy I was telling you about. The one who fed the fish this morning. Right in front of me," she said with a grin. Everyone else laughed.

I laughed too, not knowing if I've been had for some joke or what?

A sexy brunette, about 32, came up to me and introduced herself as Maryanne. The first thing she said to me was, "Don't worry, everyone feeds the fish around here."

"Was feed the fish a euphemism for masturbation in the local vernacular?" I wondered.

Maryanne was tall, about 5'8". She wore a see through blouse with no bra. Her breasts were small and pert with big aureole. Her dark brown eyes were mysterious. She wore a short black skirt and no shoes; her legs went on for miles.

She brushed her almost naked breasts against my arm and cooed softly as she look up at me and batted her eyelashes. She smiled lustfully at me, and her wanton smile let me know she was interested in becoming my first orgy playmate. My cock stiffened and strained against my shorts at that prospect.

"Oh look, they're getting started," she said to me as she took my hand and led me into the living room.

In the living room, I saw a man with no pants on, sitting on the couch. A redhead was between his legs sucking his cock. The redhead was topless and was taking her pants off while blowing the guy on the couch. She didn't miss a beat sucking his cock while she worked her pants and panties off.

Next to the guy getting sucked was a woman, about 50, grayish hair, thin but shapely. Between her legs was another woman. I couldn't see her face at the time so I couldn't tell her age, but she appeared much younger than the woman she was eating. She had blonde hair and a soft, full figure. Her plump ass was in the air, and her cunt lips showed proudly between her legs. She was fingering her own pussy while eating the pussy in front of her.

Maryanne led me to the couch, and we took up a position next to the gray haired, 50ish year old woman being eaten by the blonde. Maryanne sat down and spread her legs. She wasn't wearing panties under that skirt. She hiked up her skirt around her waist as she slouched on the couch to move her pussy to the edge. I knelt on the floor next to the blonde and went in for some of Maryanne's shaved pussy. I started by kissing her inner thighs and lightly caressing the underside of her knees with my fingers. I had her squirming in her seat. I tongued my way up to her vulva and started little ticklish licks all around her outer mound. Her shaved pussy was sweet and tender. She was squirming and giggling as I teased her.

"Stop teasing me," she screamed and shoved her clit in my mouth. Her clit was not big. It was like a little love button in my mouth. I lapped and licked her clit as she squirmed and moaned.

"That's it... lick me there, suck it, bite it... work my clit, honey, work it hard," she moaned loudly.

The gray haired woman reached a hand over to tweak Maryanne's nipples through her thin blouse. I drove my tongue deep into her cunt and lapped back up to her clit. Maryanne leaned toward the gray haired woman and the two of them started kissing while their pussies were being eaten out. Their tongues danced with each other and moans were emanating from their mouths. Maryanne and the gray lady came together, Maryanne in my mouth and the gray haired woman in the blonde's mouth.

"Get that cock of yours in me!" Maryanne shouted just as soon as she caught her breath.

I took off my clothes and positioned my cock head at Maryanne's entrance. I shoved and my cock slipped in to her. Her pussy was like velvet inside, wet, warm velvet. The gray haired woman and the blonde switched places and the blonde was now being eaten within inches of me fucking Maryanne. I felt something on my ass, someone's hands. I looked around and saw Becky, who was nude now, kneeling behind me kneading my ass with her hands and cooing. I was trying not to break rhythm while fucking Maryanne, but Becky's hands working my ass threw my timing off. Soon I felt something wet on my back cheeks. Becky started licking my ass as I fucked Maryanne.

"It's a good thing I washed thoroughly back there in the shower," I thought.

She tried to follow my strokes in and out, and she stuck her tongue deep into my crack, darting at my anus. Her right hand was massaging my balls as she continued to probe my crack with her tongue. Soon she gave up trying to keep up with my thrusting ass and came around and climbed on the couch. She straddled Maryanne's face and lowered her snatch to Maryanne's waiting tongue.

I lowered by head to lick Becky's ass as I continued to fuck Maryanne. I was getting close to cumming. All this orgy action had me juiced up and ready to blow. I tried my best to hold off until Maryanne was ready to cum again, but soon I was reaching the point of no return.

"I'm going to blow my wad," I announced as I fought to hold my orgasm back while still fucking her.

"I am close too," Maryanne moaned. With the revelation that she was close, I just started humping her for all I was worth. I plowed my dick into her with big, long, forceful strokes.

"I...mm...cum...minnnnng!" I cried out as my orgasm racked my body.

Maryanne just bucked and moaned wildly. Her eyes went into the back of her head, and all I could see were her whites. She moaned a deep guttural moan as if she were possessed. Becky lifted off her face to let Maryanne concentrate on her orgasm. As soon as Maryanne calmed down, she pulled Becky's body back down to her and continued eating her. Soon Becky was quivering in orgasm to Maryanne's expert tongue.

I pulled out of Maryanne. The gray haired lady, now finished with the blonde, moved between Maryanne's legs. She pushed her tongue into Maryanne's cunt and cleaned out my love juice.

"I see the fish aren't the only ones who like semen," I said to Becky as Becky was dismounting the couch.

"We all love semen, Patrick," she said, and then she swooned into my face and locked her lips on mine. She pried my mouth open with her tongue and shoved it in my mouth. Her tongue danced in my mouth as it teased and played with my tongue.

There was a lot of other sex happening that night at Becky's party, and some of it I even got involved with. I stumbled home at two in the morning. I was tired and my dick was sore. I was a little drunk too.

Again I fell asleep to the wail of the loons as I lay there half drunk with booze and half drunk with lust.

The next morning I arose, made coffee and headed down to the dock. Becky was already sitting naked in her chair at the dock. She just finished her swim. I pulled up the chair next to her. We exchanged a kiss and talked about how wonderful the party was the night before.

Before too long, Susan came down to the dock dressed the same as the day before. She said good morning and proceeded to take off her shirt and shorts. She had on the same red bikini as yesterday. She dove into the lake for her morning swim.

"I've tried in vain to get into her pants," Becky said to me. "It's a lost cause."

"She was telling me she really wants to be open and free like everyone else around here, but she is so shy," I confided.

"She'll never break out of her mold," Becky added. "I've seen her sneaking around peaking in windows when we have parties. She likes to watch."

I didn't add that she confided in me that she masturbates while the parties were going on. I thought I already said too much. I liked Susan after all and could see myself fucking her. With Becky's latest news, though, now I envisioned her masturbating while peeking in on the orgies.

Susan climbed out of the water and joined us, pulling up a chair next to mine. The three of us chatted for a while and then Becky announced she had to go run some errands.

"Are you doing anything today?" asked Susan.

"No, why?" I asked.

"I have a special place I'd like to show you," she said looking soulfully into my eyes.

Then she said, "There is another lake nearby. It's off in the wilderness, and you'll need to portage a canoe a mile into the woods to get to it. I call it Paradise Lake. That's not its real name, but it is to me. It's really remote, and no one goes there. It's a quiet and peaceful place way back in the wilderness. You'll feel like you've stepped back in time, to a time before man ruined everything."

"Sure," I said. It sounded like a place I could get my head into. Still decompressing from work, a little solitude in the wilderness with a cute blonde was just what the doctor ordered.

"Good. I'll pack a lunch, and you can put my canoe on the racks of my SUV. You can carry a canoe a mile, can't you?" she asked. "You look like a strong man," she added with a smile before I could answer.

"I'll do my best," was all I could say. I had portaged canoes when I was younger so I was confident I could handle it.

"Well, if you can't, I can do it," she said with a big grin.

Susan went to her cottage to pack a lunch for us. I found her canoe on the shore next to the lake and brought it up to her driveway and tied it to the racks on her SUV.

She asked me if I would mind driving.

As we drove out to the lake, Susan asked me about the orgy at Becky's house last night.

"Oh, it was fun," was all I said.

"No, tell me everything. I want to hear every juicy detail," she said with an inquisitive tone in her voice.

I told her every juicy detail. After a while I noticed her hand brushing her crotch. I thought about how tortured she must be inside. She obviously wanted a more sexually free existence, but there was some moral conflict that stopped her dead in her tracks.

We parked the car at the trail-head and I shouldered the canoe. We walked the portage trail the mile to the lake and put the canoe in the water. Susan wasn't kidding, this place was magnificent. It was absolutely breathtaking. We could not hear any traffic or noise of man. There were loons calling and cavorting all over the lake. The moss on the rocks and trees made the place look primordial. There were wild orchids, wild irises, and water lilies near the site where we put the canoe in. We set off across the lake. Susan was in the front seat of the canoe, and I was steering from the rear. With each stroke of the canoe paddle, I was more in awe over the sheer beauty of this place. Eagles, osprey, and heron flew over us as we paddled.

We got to a rock outcropping and Susan said she'd like to stop and swim here. We pulled the canoe up on the shore and set a blanket down for lunch after our swim. Susan stripped off her t-shirt and shorts and down to her bikini. I, in deference to her, wore my swim trunks. We dove in the crystal clear lake and swam for a good while and then hauled ourselves out and onto the blanket. We ate lunch and chatted about anything and everything. We got along splendidly. Susan was easy to talk to, and she had a great sense of humor.

About a half hour after lunch, she said, "It's been long enough now. Our food has digested. Do you want to swim again?"

"Only if you take off that bikini," I said. I was trying to break her out of her shell. She looked down at the rocks in silence and then did something I was hoping for, but didn't expect. She reached around and unclasped her bikini top and let if fall away. She then stood up and removed her bikini bottoms. She was now naked in front of me. I lay there just staring at her beautiful body.

"Well...," she said looking at me still in my swim suit. I pulled my swim suit off and we were both naked.

She dove in the water, and I followed. This time she didn't swim with any conviction as she had before lunch. She mostly floated and doggy paddled. I kept swimming up to her and bumping her and laughing. We joked and played like a couple of kids.

When we got out of the water, I asked her how it felt to skinny dip.

"It was wonderful. I felt so free and unencumbered. No wonder you like it," she said.

As she slipped on her bikini, still wet from the earlier swim, she said, "Ewe, this thing feels terrible now that it's all wet and clammy."

"See, that's why it's better to swim Au-natural," I said to her.

We launched the canoe again and paddled across the lake, returning to the portage trail for the hike out.

On the ride home, I said, "Well, at least I got you to skinny dip with me."

"Yeah, that was my first time. I liked it, but I still don't think I can do it in front of anyone else."

"Why me?" I asked. "We just met. Surely, you've known some of your neighbors longer."

"I feel comfortable with you. I feel we have a connection," she said softly.

I felt oddly confused. I was attracted to her, and I felt she was attracted to me. Her words and body language were telling me she'd like to get intimate -- that, and she allowed me to see her naked while skinny dipping. But, she knew I was at Becky's orgy, something she disapproved of.

I felt I needed to confront this paradox.

"Let me be blunt," I said. "Are you thinking you'd like to sleep with me?"

After a long pause, "Yes, I think I might like that."

"I was hoping you'd say that," I said. "But let me ask you this. You know I went to the orgy last night and fucked a lot of strangers. At least the women I fucked were strangers to me. Since you have this moral code that keeps you from attending the orgies, why would you want to fuck me? Aren't you afraid that I might have contracted something from someone else or that I'll corrupt you in some way?"

She thought about it for a few moments and then said, "I know everyone around the lake is clean, or at least that's what Becky tells me. They started clean and only fuck each other, so they stay clean that way. If they let you into their circle, I assume you were checked out. So from that standpoint, I'm confident there's no problem there. As for the corruption, I guess I'll just have to take my chances."

"You know there are other orgies planned. I've already been invited to Frank's place next weekend for a party. I'd love to make love to you, Susan, but I have to tell you, I plan on attending Frank's party."

"I don't expect you to change your plans because of me," she said.

"Why don't you come with me to Frank's party?" I asked.

"Just because you got me to skinny dip at a remote lake with no one else around, doesn't mean I've changed my mind about the other things."

"You told me you like to masturbate when the orgies are happening. I assume you fantasize about what is going on at the orgy." I didn't dare tell her what Becky told me this morning that she saw Susan peeping in on the orgies. "Why don't you come and watch? You can masturbate while watching the others have sex. Becky and I will make sure that no one bothers you."

"What, like some freak in the corner playing with herself while others have real sex?" she asked

"No... no, look, it will be a turn-on for the others. Everyone loves watching other people play with themselves. Also, I'm sure some women attend orgies at that time of month when they wouldn't want to be having sex with others. I'm sure they announce its hands off tonight, and they watch and masturbate to the action around them," I said, not really knowing about that last part, but I thought I'd throw it out there and see if it stuck.

"I don't know. We'll see, but I doubt I'll go with you," she said. With that, I dropped it.

When we got back to her place, she invited me in. As soon as we were inside, I grabbed her, pulled her close to me, and lowered my face to hers. We kissed passionately for what seemed like ten minutes. I reached my hands around her and squeezed and massaged her ass while we kissed. I lifted her t-shirt off her. She still wore the bikini under her clothes, dry now from her body heat. I unclasped her bikini top and pulled it off. Susan's nipples were rock hard. She had a perfectly round smooth aureole.

Susan and I made love that night. We didn't just fuck. It was sweet, and tender. She was lost in lust and came about five times. Susan could easily attain multiple orgasms. The sex was mostly standard fair. I did try and slip a finger into her ass as I was eating her pussy, but she jumped her cunt right off my face in shock so I stopped. I could tell by her body language that she wanted me to try playing with her ass again, but I thought I'd wait for another time, tease her into it.

As the week rolled along, we got together and made love a few more times. I was really starting to have feelings for Susan. We connected on so many levels. But I didn't want to fall for her just yet. There were orgies to attend this summer. I might never get a chance like this again.

Friday came and Frank's orgy was scheduled for that evening.

"Have you considered coming to the party tonight?" I asked her at the dock during our morning swim.

"I don't know. I'm scared," she said. "Why don't you go, and then you can tell me all about it. I'll masturbate to your stories.

I thought this was bold of her. She was willing to masturbate in front of me while I told her of my adventures at the orgy.

"OK, deal," I said.

I attended Frank's orgy that night, and it was another great sex party.

The next day at the dock Susan came down in her bikini.

"When are you going to shed that bikini and skinny dip again?" I asked her. "Now that you know how free it feels."

She just looked at me sideways.

"How was the orgy last night?" she asked.

"Not bad, I'll tell you all about it when you're ready," I said.

"How about after our swim?" she said.

I thought, wow! She can't wait.

We swam as usual, but Susan finished quicker than she had the other mornings.

"I'll go make some Bloody Marys. Come on up to my place when you're ready," she said as she grabbed her towel and headed up the path to her cottage.

I didn't really need to get ready, but I assumed she wanted some time to prep so I swam a little more. I stopped by my cottage on the way to hers to put on some dry shorts, and then I headed over to Susan's place.

She changed out of her wet bikini into a matching set of blue lace bra and panties. We sat in her living room, which overlooked the lake. She sat on the couch, and I sat in an upholstered chair facing her. I sipped the Bloody Mary she made me while she guzzled hers which made me think she was nervous about what was about to happen.
"OK, what happened last night?" she asked. She seemed very keen on getting this started I thought.

"It started with an all girl three-way in the middle of Frank's living room floor. Becky, Maryanne, and the gray haired lady. Her name is Joyce. I just learned her real name last night. All this time I've been referring to her as the gray haired lady," I said. "Anyway, everyone was just talking and sipping their drinks. No one seemed in a hurry to get the orgy rolling along. Becky, Maryanne, and Joyce were clustered with drinks in their hands talking and laughing. Becky wore a see through dress, a different one than last week's orgy. She must have some collection of orgy clothes," I said jokingly.

I continued. "Maryanne had on the same see through top and skirt as she wore to Becky's orgy the other night. Joyce wore a cocktail dress with a plunging neckline and nothing underneath. There was some light touching between those three ladies and a little kissing, but there was also just a lot of talking and sipping of their drinks, so it certainly didn't look like things were progressing along.

"All of a sudden the three women stripped and headed for the middle of the living room. They moved a coffee table out of the way, and Becky announced, 'Let's get this orgy started,' in a loud blusterous voice. Cheers arose from the crowd. The three of them got on the floor and started eating each other. Their tongues were exploring everywhere. There was none of the long, slow foreplay or fondling that usually starts with women having sex with one another. They went right for it. Becky started on the bottom, Maryanne got on top into a 69 position. Joyce moved to Maryanne's behind and started rimming her ass with her tongue while the other two ate each other. This went on for some time. They changed positions, but basically it was an oral fest. While those three girls were busy licking and probing each other with their tongues, Frank, Steve, and Bob were standing near them watching. They stripped naked and had their cocks in their hands. They were soon masturbating to the all girl scene on the floor."

I made sure I emphasized the word "masturbating" as I painted her the picture of this opening scene. I wanted to let her know that at these orgies people were often masturbating while watching the action. I was determined to get her to attend one of these lake orgies.

"Margret, she's a plump blonde, you might know her," I continued.

"Yes, she lives across the lake... nice woman," Susan said.

"She was getting fucked up the ass by Bill on the couch while the all girl three-way was going on. Bill has this huge dick, and he had a hard time getting all of it up her ass."

"What were you doing while all this was going on?" Susan asked as her hand started drifting down to her panties.

"At that exact moment, I was shoving my cock in Margret's mouth while Bill was fucking her up the ass," I said.

"So, there were two three-ways going on simultaneously?" She asked in a husky voice as her fingers were now working her clit under her panties.

"At least two," I said. "I think there was another three-way happening in the kitchen. I thought I heard someone announce that Lisa, Tom, and Jack were getting it on in the kitchen."

As I continued my story of the details of last night's orgy, Susan removed her panties and bra and proceeded to masturbate in front of me. Susan's right hand worked her clit while her left hand roamed her body, caressing various spots as her hand wandered to what must have been her erogenous zones. Her left hand fingers lightly caressed her waist under her ribs and between her hips. She drifted her left hand past her hip around to the small of her back and lightly massaged the spot where her buttocks and back met. Then her hand drifted to the inside of her thighs and down to the underside of her knees. I took a mental note of her hot spots.

Susan looked lustfully at me the whole time while she played with herself. At first, knowing how shy she was, I thought she was looking for some sign of approval from me. But I soon realized, it turned her on having someone watch her masturbate. She didn't know just how turned on it made her until that day when she was on her couch in front of me with her hands making love to her body. Her eyes had that "come fuck me look," and her mouth was gaped open slightly. She was breathing out her mouth a little heavier than normal.

I continued.

"The all girl three-way on the floor gradually turned into a six way pile on. Frank, Steve, and Bob got so horny stroking their cocks watching the girls that they wanted in on some of the action."

My own cock started to rise as I recited the events of last night.

"By the time those guys wanted in with the girls, Joyce was on the bottom, Becky was sitting on her face, and Maryanne was lying on the floor eating Joyce. Steve got down behind Maryanne and started licking her ass checks. This got her to lift herself up on her knees. Steve then proceeded to eat her from behind while he continued to stroke his cock. Frank stuck his cock in Becky's face, and she took him in and sucked him loud and sloppily. Bob knelt on his knees and stuck his cock in between Maryanne's face and Joyce's pussy. Maryanne was alternating between sucking Bob's cock and eating Joyce."

I heard some moans now coming from Susan as she picked up the pace with her right hand on her clit. Her left hand was also between her legs now, three of her fingers working her cunt.

"Tell me more," she hissed at me in a husky breathless voice.

I continued again describing the lusty debauchery I experienced last night.

"Maryanne moved away from Joyce's pussy, and Bob slid in between her legs. Joyce opened her legs wide, and Bob drove his cock home. Maryanne and Steve moved into a 69 position with Maryanne on top sucking his cock like it was her last meal. Frank got on the floor and Becky impaled herself on his big tool," I said, my own voice getting husky now.

When I got to the part about Becky's double penetration with Frank and Steve, Susan came loudly with her hand working her clit in a fury. I noticed her other hand reached around her backside, and she played with her anus with her middle finger. I knew she liked a little action back there the other day when I tried to slip a finger in her ass. Susan really wanted to let herself go. She just needed the right situation.

I thought she had enough of the story, so I stopped relating the events of last night, but she asked if there was more as she continued fingering her clit. She could have multiple orgasms, and I could tell she had no plans on stopping yet. I continued telling her the various sexual pairings that went on last night with explicit detail. Susan worked herself into another three orgasms as she listened to me tell of the other sexual antics that went on at Frank's orgy.

Watching her masturbate in front of me and relating the scenes from last night got my sore, tired cock hard as a rock again. By the time I was done telling Susan the events that unfolded the previous night, I had taken my shorts off and was stroking my cock. When Susan came down off her latest orgasm, I got out of the chair and moved over to her. She opened her legs wide, and I positioned my cock head at her cunt's entrance. She had a lost-in-lust look on her face. Her eyes were begging me to shove my cock into her. I drove my cock deep into her love hole and fucked her as hard as I've ever fucked anyone in my life.

She loved it. The harder I pounded her, the more she moaned. I had her drooling at one point. Her head was cocked to one side, her eyes rolled back in her eye sockets, her mouth was open, and she drooled - lost in lust. She had orgasm after orgasm as I pounded her wet cunt. I fucked so many times last night that it took me a while to build to my own orgasm. This delay just kept Susan in ecstasy. When I did cum, it was huge. We both bucked and shivered for what seemed like three minutes.

After we both calmed down from that intense fuck, we cleaned up. As we were getting dressed she said, "That was some story. It sounded like a hot orgy."

"It was, you should come to the next one. Maryanne's turn is Tuesday night," I said in an encouraging tone.

"I don't know, Patrick, I'm not sure I'm ready," she said.

"You just masturbated in front of me, and it looked like you enjoyed it," I said trying to persuade her.

"I feel safe around you," she said.

"I'll be there," I reminded her.

"You'll be off fucking someone else," she said sarcastically.

"You can follow me around and just watch. If you want, you can masturbate and get yourself off while watching me."

"I kinda want to," she said. "But how would it look, me just suddenly showing up after all these years of not approving of their parties? Not to mention the skinny dipping and other public displays around here."

"It would look like you are ready to have fun now. You weren't ready before. Look, they all want you to join in the fun. They've been waiting for you. I'm sure all the guys and girls have been lusting after you. At the very least, they'd want another body, someone they haven't had before," I said bluffing as if I was an orgy pro. "Becky told me she's been trying to get into your pants for years. So there..." I let slip.

"She did? What else did you and Becky have to say about me?"

"That was it. I swear. It was one of the days shortly after I got here, and before we started anything together. You came down to swim in your bikini, and Becky and I were sitting at the dock naked. We had just finished our swim. I was looking at you because you're so fucking hot, and Becky noticed me eying you. It's just a thing you might say to someone, like - good luck, I've been trying for years. Nothing malicious was meant by it. Look, you should be flattered. Becky wants to fuck you. Even if you don't swing that way, it must at least flatter you in some small way." I didn't know if I was saving myself or digging a deeper hole.

"Becky really wants to get into my pants?" she asked with an inquisitive tone.

"Scouts honor," I said holding my hand up with the scout sign. "Have you ever had another woman?"

"One time when I was a young girl, my friend Kate and I experimented. My mother caught us in a 69 on my bed. All hell broke loose. I was practically dragged to a nunnery by my hysterical mother. I had to go to confession every day for a month. Kate was banned from being my friend. Our mothers did everything in their power to hush it up so our precious little reputations wouldn't be tarnished."

"That might be the source of your problems," I said to her seriously.

"No doubt," she said. I moved in and gave her a hug, and she cried in my arms. After a few moments, she started to laugh. It was the kind of laugh that comes on you, after a cry, once you become relieved of some burden.

"I think about eating another woman's pussy all the time," she finally said. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not a lesbian, I love men. I love cock. I just want to see if it was as nice as is was when Kate and I did it that one time."

"You should most certainly give it another try," I said. "What do you have to lose? If you don't like it, don't do it ever again.

Think about Maryanne's party this Tuesday," I said to her as I left her cottage for mine.

The next morning I awoke, brewed coffee, and headed down the dock in front of my cottage. Becky was swimming naked as usual. I was already naked and jumped in to the lake. Becky and I exchanged greetings and swam together as we had every morning since I arrived at Orgasm Pond. When we finished our swim, we took residency up in our favorite chairs overlooking the lake. We chatted about Frank's orgy the other night, and just basic chit-chat, nothing serious.

Before long, Susan came down to the lake like she did every morning this week when Becky and I were there. She was dressed in her red bikini. She stopped in front of us and said good morning as usual. Then she did something I didn't see coming. She reached around and unclasped her bikini top and let it drop. She then pulled her bottoms off and jumped in the lake nude. Becky looked over at me in astonishment, and her jaw just about hit the dock. She knew I had been fucking Susan, but I had not told Becky about Susan and I skinny dipping on Paradise Lake the other day.

"What have you done with our Susan?" she cried with a smile.

I just shrugged my shoulders.

"Come on, spill it. What have you been up to with her?"

"I might have been working on trying to get her to come around," is all I said.

"Well, keep it up. Whatever you're doing, it's working," she bellowed.

Susan swam her usual laps back and forth from the dock out to a swim float. When she finished, she climbed out of the lake and toweled off in front of us. She sat in the chair she usually occupied, but this time she was nude. We chatted in the early morning sun for about fifteen minutes. Then Susan suddenly picked up her chair and moved it to face Becky and me. She motioned me to move my chair back, and so I slid my chair back a few feet. Becky saw this new arrangement and moved her chair to face Susan. We were now in a semicircle arrangement on the dock. Becky and I thought nothing of it, we assumed Susan was tired of talking to the lake and wanted to face the people she was talking to.

Susan then suddenly spread her legs open, scooting her ass to the edge of the chair and draping her legs over the arms of the chair. She moved her hand to her pussy and started fingering herself.

"Patrick tells me you want to eat my pussy," she said, looking right at Becky.

Becky's jaw hit the dock. She was speechless the moment Susan spread her legs and moved her hand to her crotch, but after Susan mentioned I had told her Becky wanted her, that's when Becky's jaw dropped. Becky was not easily shocked, mind you.

After a moment, Becky picked her jaw up off the dock and crawled over to Susan. She moved between her legs and started cooing. She started blowing lightly on Susan's pussy.

"Why yes, I did tell Patrick I've been trying to get into your pants," she said all the while eying Susan's cunt like she was starving and Susan's cunt was an ice cream sundae.

Becky reached her hands up and cupped them around Susan's vulva. She massaged her outer lips with her fingers as her thumbs probed the folds of Susan's pussy lips.

"What a beautiful pussy you have, Susan. Why have you kept this from me for so long?"

With that Becky dove in and lapped up Susan's cunt like she was savoring her last act of cunnilingus on this earth. It didn't take long before Susan was quivering in orgasm. But this was just the prelude, what she really wanted to do was eat Becky's pussy. She hadn't tasted pussy since that time when she was a young girl. The time her mother caught her and shamed her so. This was a long time coming for Susan. She needed to eat Becky's pussy. She got up from her chair and put her arms under Becky's armpits and guided Becky back to her chair. Becky got the hint and spread her legs and draped them over the chair arms. She scooted her ass to the edge of the seat. Susan knelt down and went in between Becky's legs. She moved her nose up to Becky's cunt and inhaled a deep breath, like she was smelling flowers. Her eyes closed and her head went back as she exhaled an "Ahhhhh" sound. She did it again and again, each time inhaling deeper the aroma between Becky's legs.

She opened her eyes now and looked longingly at the prize waiting for her between her prey's inner legs. Susan closed her eyes and touched her tongue onto the folds of her neighbor's cunt. She lapped tentatively at first, but soon picked up the pace. The more she ate the pussy before her, the more forceful her tongue became. Soon she was concentrating on Becky's clit with her tongue, licking it, twirling her tongue around it, and nibbling at it. Susan then drove her tongue as deep as she could into Becky's cunt. She used her hands to spread Becky's legs further apart to get in deeper. It was like she was hunting for something with her tongue, hunting for redemption. She lapped and lapped, intoxicated by the taste and smell of another woman's love junction. She moved her attention back to Becky's clit. Becky by now moved her hands, which had been busy tweaking her own nipples, to Susan's head. As her orgasm neared, she held Susan's head in tight to her crotch, grinding her clit against Susan's tongue. Becky moaned loudly. She screamed as she came, announcing her orgasm across the lake.

When Susan got up, her knees were weak and red from kneeling on the dock. She rushed to me, and I drew her in to my chest. I hugged her tightly. Tears ran down her face as she looked up into my eyes. We kissed passionately for a long time.

Becky saw that we were engrossed in something emotional and excused herself. I'm sure she wanted to thank Susan for her orgasm or say something encouraging to Susan, not just leave, but with Susan's tears and the two of us locked in a never ending passionate kiss, she did the right thing by leaving us alone.

"I want to attend the next orgy," Susan said with tears streaking down her face after our long passionate kiss. I smiled and hugged her tightly. Susan's head buried in my chest, she shivered as if she'd seen a ghost.

The next day and a half, until Maryanne's party on Tuesday, I had no sex. I needed to recharge. Friday's orgy at Frank's house was insane, and I had blown my wad five times at that party. Then the next day at Susan's I fucked her silly after she masturbated in front of me while I recited the antics of Frank's orgy. My cock was sore and tired. I told Susan I was off limits until the orgy on Tuesday.

Susan and I spent the rest of Sunday and Monday together. We went for walks and just hung out reading and talking. We cooked together and had candle light dinners out by the water.

As Tuesday evening came, Susan confided in me that she was both excited and scared to be going to the orgy.

"Are you backing out?" I asked.

"No, just nervous, I guess."

I hugged her, kissed her, and assured her she would be fine. I told her if she wasn't comfortable at the orgy and wanted to leave at any time, we would.

We headed over to Maryanne's at 6:00 P.M. Susan was dressed in the skimpiest thing she had, which was a little black dress. I told her not to wear panties. It would make her feel sexier, and when the sex started, she could just lift her dress. She wouldn't need to concern herself with her underwear. I wore my usual, shorts, no underwear, and a Hawaiian shirt.

Earlier that day, I talked to Becky about her talking to the rest of the swinging group regarding Susan's presence at the orgy. I wanted Susan to feel welcome and not self conscious. I told Becky that Susan may not participate. She may just masturbate while watching everyone else. Becky called everyone and they all agreed not to bounce on Susan, to let her find her own way at the party. Susan's actions and words were to guide how everyone else interacted with her.

Maryanne's party started as usual, everyone hanging out talking, laughing, and sipping drinks. Susan hung close to me during this stage of the orgy. We made the rounds and chatted it up with everyone. Susan was good at small talk. She felt right at home conversing with her neighbors about non-sexual topics. In between conversations though, I could tell she was nervous. She kept biting her lower lip as her eyes darted around the room.

Maryanne, the host, decided not to wear her usual see through blouse and skirt. She wore a cup-less, and crotchless Baby Doll with high heels. During the beginning of the party, the part where everyone was still dressed, chatting, and drinking, she flaunted her practically naked body. Her breasts were right out there, uncovered and pushed up by the lingerie. Her ass and pussy were on full display as well. She rubbed her breasts on her guest's arms as she chatted. When she made her way to Susan and I, she was all over me. Maryanne rubbed her breasts on my arms and cooed softly as the three of us chatted. Susan was licking her lips staring at Maryanne's breasts, pussy, and ass. I saw this and thought, Susan might not be simply watching tonight. She was so moved after she ate Becky out the other day on the dock, it really opened up the flood gates emotionally for her. I could see she was lusting after Maryanne. She wanted another woman tonight.
This was not lost on Maryanne. She rubbed herself on Susan and reached up under her little black dress to massage Susan's ass.

"Oh... I see we are missing some panties here," she cooed at Susan. Maryanne's fingers danced their way to Susan's crotch and slipped in for a moisture test. Maryanne took her wet finger to her mouth and tasted Susan's nectar and said, "Sweet, just as I've imagined," as she stared lustfully into Susan's eyes.

Everyone else saw what was going on between Maryanne and Susan. The others in the room were trying not to stare. They didn't want to make Susan nervous. As they continued to talk and sip their drinks, I could see them stealing glances at Susan while Maryanne appeared to be seducing her.

Normally at these orgies when the first sexual act started, the rest of the group watched for a while before everyone got into the act. As the rest of the group watched the lead in act, some would start disrobing and playing with themselves, while others simply cheered from the sidelines. But this time the group gave Susan space to feel comfortable.

Becky saw what was going on, and she took the lead in distracting the rest of the group. She got everyone's attention as she stripped off her see-through orgy dress and grabbed for Bill's huge cock. Once she had his cock out of his pants and hard, Becky snapped her fingers and pointed to Bill's cock to get everyone to watch as she went down on him. This distraction gave Maryanne and Susan some privacy as they got started.

Maryanne kissed Susan, tenderly at first. Soon the two were locked in a long passionate kiss. I decided to stay with Susan. I moved to her back and unzipped her little black dress and pulled it off her shoulders. Maryanne pulled her lips away from Susan long enough to help me get Susan out of her dress. Susan had that lustful look in her eyes now, and I knew we had moved past the point of no return.

Maryanne lay Susan down on the couch and proceeded to kiss her way softly and sensually down her body. She finally made it to the promised land between Susan's legs. Once there, Maryanne began to expertly eat her cunt. I removed my cloths and nudged my cock into Susan's face. She eagerly sucked me in. . As I looked around the room, the others were in various stages of undress and oral action. I could see they were stealing looks in our direction. Becky's diversion only worked for so long. Susan hadn't noticed the others stealing glances at her as she was busy sucking my cock and lost in lust as Maryanne licked her pussy.

After about ten minutes, Joyce came over and tapped Maryanne on the shoulders and said, "May I cut in?"

Maryanne got up and Joyce took her place at Susan's cunt. So much for giving her space. Everyone was so eager to get a taste of Susan, the only neighbor they hadn't tasted yet.

One by one, everyone came over and took their turn eating Susan. It was like a receiving line at a wedding. Much to my amazement, Susan didn't mind at all. In fact, she got very excited and had an orgasm with just about every person that took their turn eating her. Her pussy was sopping wet as she got into her multiple orgasm cycle. Maryanne came back for seconds, and said, "I didn't get a chance to make you cum earlier, honey. I'm back to get my share of your sweet cunt juice."

As some were taking their turn eating Susan's pussy, others were taking their turn at Susan's mouth. All the guys were sticking their cocks in her mouth, and the ladies were sitting on her face as their turn came up. The entire orgy spontaneously became dedicated to Susan. She was the center of everyone's attention. As the night progressed, the guys were blowing their wad in her mouth, and she attempted to swallow all of their cum. Any sperm that dribbled out of her mouth, one of the other ladies was there to lick it off Susan's face.

Susan was extremely turned on by all this attention. After an hour of this Susan worship, she got up and announced, "I need a cock in my pussy. Bill, bring that big dick of yours over here." Susan shoved Bill down on the couch where she had been lying and took Bill's cock in her mouth to get it hard. As soon as Bill was hard, she positioned her cunt over his big dick and started working it into her pussy. She moaned and groaned as she slowly got the whole thing in, and then proceeded to ride him like a bucking bronco.

Susan suddenly yelled out to me, "Patrick, I need a cock in my ass."

I wanted to make sure I was the first person in Susan's ass, so I quickly made my way to her rear. I started licking her ass with my tongue and working a finger into her. Soon I had two fingers in using my saliva as lubrication. Maryanne knew Susan would need some real lube, so she went and found some of hers and brought it over. Maryanne lubed up my cock. She also poured some lube on Susan's hole and worked it in her anus with her fingers. Susan still had Bill's big cock in her cunt. He slowed down his thrusts when I started getting Susan's ass ready. He was considerate of the situation and wanted to make sure her first time with anal was successful. Susan was about to experience two firsts, her maiden venture into anal, and it was going to be a DP.

I climbed on the couch and positioned myself between Bill's legs. Bill moved his left leg off the couch so it dangled off the upholstery with his knee bent and his foot on the floor. This gave me more room to get between his legs and position myself to enter Susan's ass. Maryanne guided my cock to Susan's waiting hole. I pushed gently against her virgin ass, It was very tight.

"Relax, your sphincter. Relax and open your hole wide. It won't hurt as bad," I said. Susan did as I instructed, and I soon popped the head of my cock past her cherry hole. I slowly worked my shaft into her ass. I could feel Bill's big dick in her cunt as I worked my way into her bowels. As soon as I was all the way in, I nodded to Bill who resumed thrusting in and out of her cunt from below. I moved in unison with Bill.

Soon the three of us were moving as one as we worked this three-way fuck up in intensity. Susan was cumming and cumming. She slipped again into her multiple orgasm stream. Bill and I were holding on for dear life as Susan took charge. Before long she started doing all the work. We just lay there and supplied the tools. She thrust and bucked her way to several more orgasms as Bill's and mine were building. Bill started groaning first, and I knew he was close. I once again started thrusting my cock in and out of her ass as my climax neared. Bill looked up at me, and I looked at him for the right cue to let loose. We waited for Susan to crest her next wave, and then I gave Bill the nod and started ramming my cock in and out of her ass. Bill too thrusted in and out of her cunt from below. The three of us came together in one hell of an orgasm.

We all collapsed into one big heap of bodies until Susan said she was getting crushed, so I pulled out of Susan's ass and Susan climbed off of Bill's cock. Becky saw this and said, "Bring that jizim over here, honey," as she laid herself down on the other couch. Susan moved over to Becky and straddled her face. She had a few more small orgasms left in her as she mopped Becky's face with her semen filled cunt. Becky ate and lapped at her friend's wet sloppy hole. Bill's semen dribbled out of her and into Becky's mouth. Susan quaked and quivered her last few remaining orgasms of the night on Becky's face.

The next morning I awoke with Susan's head on my chest. Last night's orgy was one for the record books. Susan and I slept together in my bed. It was the first time we slept together. I mean really slept.

As we lay there, I thought Susan was still asleep, but soon she said, "I must have looked really slutty last night. Do you still love me?"

"I think I love you more," I said.

A minute passed. Then what I had just said to her hit me like a ton of bricks.

"Oh, wait... How did you trap me like that? How did you know I was falling in love with you?"

"A woman knows," was all she said. She didn't add anything else to that. She left me wondering how she felt. It had only been a little over a week since we met, so I couldn't expect her to have feelings for me, but the love word did come up. My head was spinning. Did I say the wrong thing?

Then after what seemed like an eternity, she said, "I'm failing in love with you too. Just in case you were wondering." Her head was still on my chest, and her body naked, spooned next to mine.

"It hasn't even been two weeks. How is it that we are falling so hard for one another?" I asked her.

"I don't know, but it's happening, so let's not fuck it up."

Epilogue:

For the rest of my stay at Loon Cottage on Orgasm Pond, Susan and I were inseparable. She moved into my cottage and every day we made love, cooked, talked, and lay in each other's arms. We went for hikes in the mountains, canoed, swam, and read books. We even made a return trip to Paradise Lake. We attended all the orgies we were invited to, which was all of them. Everyone loved Susan now. Susan let loose and her wild side came out at each orgy.

We talked to each other about our pasts, filling in all the little details. I learned that Susan taught school in Albany about two and half hour's drive from the lake. She purchased her cottage when she was in her twenties. She had just inherited a large sum from her father's untimely death. Her father, mother, and her use to come up to the Adirondacks often to vacation during her youth. She had a soft spot in her heart for the area and had always wanted a summer place on the water up there. During Susan's first summer at the lake, she found out about the licentious ways of her neighbors. She said she wasn't going to participate, but she wasn't going to let what other people did push her out either. Little did she know then that she would someday be joining them.

She had never been married, but had several long term relationships. Two of them got close to marriage. There was talk of it, but no proposal. She believes the lake had something to do with each of her previously broken relationships. She said her boyfriends would see what was going on at the lake, and, even though they themselves weren't invited to the orgies without Susan, she believes she started looking too prudish in her boyfriend's eyes.

I quit my job and found another one in Albany in my field. I swore I wouldn't make the same mistake and work my life away. In my new job, I gave an honest day's work for an honest day's pay, and nothing more.

Susan and I moved in together and soon were married. When we were in Albany, we lived as any other normal married couple, no threesomes, no group sex, and no orgies. During the summers, Susan took up residency at the lake once school was out. I took all my vacation time there, and when I wasn't on vacation I came up every Friday and left for work from the lake early Monday morning. We picked up where we left off the year before with our lake neighbors, orgies every weekend, sometimes weekdays too. Occasionally, a threesome or foursome with some of the neighbors between orgies.

It's been four years now since that fateful summer I rented Loon Cottage from Becky. My life with Susan is blissful and our summers are filled with ecstasy.

We often wonder how long the orgies can go on as our neighbors around the lake age. We don't know the answer to that question, but we sure are going to love finding out. We vowed to be one of the last ones standing or fucking as it were.

Susan said she'll write a book when that day comes: "The Last Orgy on Orgasm Pond."
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