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First Published: 03 February 2016

Beauty Contest
by Isabella

Author's Note: Beauty Contest should have been my second story, I started it after publishing Amy's Corruption, I wrote the first three thousand words and then lost the thread of the storyline and then I lost the email containing the story. Rose recently reminded me that I had started the story and asked me if she should get rid of the email I'd sent to her with Beauty Contest attached. I got her to return the part story to me and have now finished a very old story after almost seven years in the dark.

Story Code: M/F, M+/F, Swinging, Intergenerational, Public Nudity, Public Sex, Toys, Mutual Masturbation

I was bored, no, not bored, three kids under seven years old don't give you the opportunity to be bored, I was frustrated, very frustrated, it had been over three years since I last had sex with my husband, since I told him that I was on birth control implants so that I couldn't be raped again to make our family larger.

I was supposed to be using the Internet to study for an Open University degree but I had started to use it to read erotic fantasy stories, well, I hoped that they were all fantasy stories especially some of the sick, disgusting things that I was reading and that were turning me on so much.

I used the stories to 'help' with my frustration re-education regime, as soon as I was alone in the room I would read a story and at the right point I would use my fingertips on the outside of my panties' gusset to massage my labia and clitoris, I never went too far, just enough to take my breath away and then I'd stop reading and do a little more work towards my degree, unfortunately the 'pleasure time' was starting to outweigh the 'degree time', and then there was a new dimension, 'Adult Chat Rooms'!

I hadn't been using them much but, in the afternoons, when the kids were playing in the garden or the playroom, I would chat, chat was almost as exciting as the stories but I never masturbated while chatting, I could get more of a mental kick from a little chat, then I'd read a little story and massage and 'pow' the largest bang for my 'time bucks'.

It was probably about the hottest day of the year so far, the kids were in the garden and I headed for the chat rooms I got a hit from a woman, I didn't like chatting to women in adult rooms, far too much testosterone in the conversation for my liking! Tammy was different, she didn't ask to meet me, didn't ask for my photograph, didn't want to know all of my sexual history since the day I was born.

After almost an hour of innocent chatting, Tammy seemed to be just looking for someone to be a chat friend, she mentioned that she may be a little slow to respond as her meal had arrived, that surprised me, I thought that she was sitting in her living room just as I was, I asked the question, it turned out that she was at a small village pub eating her meal in the garden watching the kids playing in the play area.

Tammy could have been anywhere in the world, well almost, certainly anywhere in Europe, I mentioned that my local pub sounded like the place she was eating in, "Does your local pub have a little stream at the end of the kids play area?"

"Yes!"

"Is there a church with a spire just behind a low, dry-stone wall?"

"Erm, yes!"

"LOL, we could be In the same village, except that I'm in Northamptonshire!"

"Me too!"

Now I know I have been chatting to hundreds of men who wanted to find out the name of the village where I lived but this was different, I wouldn't have said the name of the pub or the village, "What are you doing in a small village in Northamptonshire then?"

"I'm running and taking part in a beauty contest tomorrow!"

Well that proved that she wasn't in my village, if there had been a beauty contest in my village everyone would have been talking about it for months.

"There's a simple way to find out if we are in the same place or not, pop along here and have a drink with me!"

"I can't unfortunately; I have three children to look after!"

"What and they don't like playing on the stuff in the play area then? I think it's because you're chicken if you ask me!"

I was sure that we weren't in the same village, my local pub didn't have a WI-FI hotspot for a start but what would it cost me to find out, the price of one drink while my kids played on the swings, climbing frame and slide at the rear of the pub. I gave Sarah, Dawn and Peter a quick rub over with a soapy face cloth, faces, hands and knees, the difficult part was keeping the other two in the house while I cleaned up the third or it could have ended up a never ending process.

As we approached the pub my heartbeat went through the roof, there, sitting at one of the dining tables in the garden was a beautiful young woman with a laptop in front of her and a huge grin on her face. The kids raced off to the play area while Tammy got me and the kids a drink, then we chatted aimlessly for thirty minutes, Tammy looked at her watch, my heart stopped beating for a second, talking to Tammy wasn't like talking to the other mums in the village, there was a spark inside Tammy, and we hadn't mentioned children, nappy rash, toilet training the whole time we were chatting.

"Do you have to go?" I asked, hoping that the answer would be no, Tammy just nodded her head.

"There's a ton of stuff to do before the contest tomorrow!"

Sarah had turned up to have a drink, she asked about the contest, she did ballet, modern dance and drama as extracurricular activities because she loved to be in the lime-light and the thought of a beauty contest in our village without her going to watch, for tips, or even to take part, sounded outrageous to her.

Peter chose that moment to fall from the climbing frame and he sprouted crocodile tears that needed me to rush over and comfort him, fortunately he didn't do what he usually did when he needed comforting and head for my breast to suckle against.

I sorted Peter out and returned to the table where Tammy was just finishing her drink off and she swallowed the last of her drink down and kissed me on my cheek and headed off for her car in the car park. Sarah followed Tammy to see what kind of car she was driving; Sarah was very impressed that Tammy was driving an open topped Audi TT.

Sarah sat on the seat that Tammy had vacated and pulled her drink in front of her, she sipped a little coke up the straw and as I took a mouthful of my drink Sarah let her straw slip from her lips, "Mummy, does a naturist mean someone who looks after animals?"

I almost choked on my mouthful of wine; I had to expel some of it so I didn't swallow white wine down into my lungs. "Where did you hear about naturists?"

"When I asked Tammy if I could go to the beauty contest tomorrow she told me that it was only open to members of the naturist club."

I wiped the spilt wine from the table top and wondered to myself, 'Where is the nearest Naturist group to here?' Sarah kicked her feet against the legs of the chair, "At the back of Glebe Farm, they get to it from Forest Road, there is an old milk churn, painted white at the side of the gate to the club."

I obviously hadn't kept my question quite as much to myself as I thought I had, "How do you know where it is?"

"Tammy told me where she was going, they are rehearsing today and they are looking for staff to serve food and drink, it's their opening day tomorrow but they didn't get any help yet."

I waited for Sarah to return to the play area before I took out my mobile phone, I pressed speed dial number two, my father-in-law answered on the second ring, he seemed really pleased to see from his phone's screen that it was me phoning him, "Hi darling, to what do I owe this honour?"

"Hi, I'm sorry to disturb you, I was just wondering if you have anything to do with the back half of Glebe Farm? It's just that I thought I saw some of your guys laying the new access from Forest Road the other week."

"Well, I did buy the land from Gary Tipping when it started to get too much for him to handle but I don't need the land at the moment so I've rented it out to a new company that's just starting up."

"Okay, so the actual business is nothing to do with you then?"

There was a very long delay in Ron's answer, eventually he said, "Well, I guess that I'm a partner in the new business, because they are just trying to start up, they don't have any cash behind them so I'm waving rent for a thirty percent stake in the new venture, why are you asking?"

"I bumped into a woman who said that you were looking for staff for tomorrow."

"Well, they shouldn't be asking around the village, I don't want anything to get back to June on the rumour-mill."

"Why's that, you worried that your wife wouldn't approve of a beauty contest within the parish boundary? Or is it more that you don't actually have planning permission for your new venture yet? Or could it be that she wouldn't approve of a nudist camp on her doorstep?"

"Wow, you have been very well informed haven't you?"

Well, at least my daughter was well informed by Tammy, about the beauty contest and the fact that the place was going to be naturist at least, I had guessed the bit about planning or as the Americans would say, Zoning Consent because my husband scanned through every single planning application in a ten mile radios and as his mother was on the parish planning advisory committee, I would have heard the explosion from miles away because my husband and she would have fought a nudist development tooth and nail.

"So, are you hoping to keep things quiet until after June leaves the planning group? And, who is it that's her deputy this year, Paul Gamble, one of your Masonic buddies, won't he be the chair of the parish planning advisory group next year?"

"It's all just business, we can have twenty eight days of free use every year without planning permission, we're only doing Weekends at the moment through the summer so we get fourteen weeks without any problems this year and if it's popular we can carry on and use some next year's fourteen weeks, there isn't a fixed planning year that we have to work too. If it all works out, we'll apply for planning next year, no point in wasting money if it isn't popular with the punters."

"Yes and you'll have an easier passage next year with Paul in charge."

"Well, there is that but I couldn't ask for planning this year could I, what with June in charge, they'd all be screaming nepotism or something."

I closed the phone call down and convinced the kids to finish their drinks and then I took them home. I dumped the kids on my husband and took a walk over the fields; the prospect of a naturist camp on the doorstep excited me. Even a part time nudist camp would be the most exciting thing that could happen in our sleepy little village.

I followed the footpath that I knew ran down to Forest Road, so I guess that deep down I wanted to see if I could see anything from the road, when I realised that I couldn't see anything but Gary Tipping's house and the part of his farm that he'd kept as his front garden with the new driveway leading behind his house to the area that had been his farm yard and barns when he was a farmer. I started to walk along the newly laid driveway until I reached the gateway.

It was very frustrating, I was scanning through my mind to try and remember any piece of public land that I'd be able to see into the rear of Glebe farm, or even any family land that would have a view over what was going on. Glebe farm was the perfect choice for a naturist camp, there was literally no place that the general public could reach that would allow them to see in.

I stood at the end of the drive for ages, I have no idea why, perhaps I was hoping to see Tammy again, perhaps she would invite me up for a look around, just to dampen my curiosity. At that moment a delivery van pulled up at my side, the driver wound his window down and called out to me.

"I'm looking for Glebe Farm, any idea where it is?"

"Are you looking for Mr. Tipping?"

"No, it says Ron Schreiber on the delivery note."

"You want this track then probably, the farm house is Gary Tipping and I think he sold off the farm land behind his house to Ron."

The driver thanked me and reversed enough to make the turn into the driveway. I watched as he reached the ancient wall with its newly made breach and state of the art steel automated gate. The driver buzzed at the intercom a few times and then he got back in his truck and sounded his hooter a few times. I took my phone out and pressed speed dial number two, I told Ron that a delivery driver was at the gate of his nudist camp and it didn't look like anyone was there.

"Damned, there should have been someone waiting to let him in, what are you doing there anyway?"

"I was walking down Forest Road and the driver asked me for directions."

"Is the driver still waiting?"

"Looks like he's about to give up."

"Well, I can't get there for thirty minutes, if I give you the gate code, can you let him in and ask him to drop the chairs off in the marquee for me please."

I jogged along the drive towards the truck, the driver had started to reverse away from the gate and I was shouting out to stop as I had the gate code. I punched the gate code in and as the gate retracted I started to look around inside, I was wracked with disappointment that there were no nudists wandering around in the altogether, taking advantage of the bright sunny day. The driver stopped at the gate and climbed out of his truck. I pointed to the marquee; Ron Schreiber said he wanted the chairs dropping off in the Marquee over there."

"I can't make the delivery unless Mr. Schreiber is here to sign for them."

I took my phone out and pressed the speed dial number two again, I told Ron that the driver couldn't deliver the chairs unless he was there to sign for them.

I turned to the driver, "He can't get here for thirty minutes, can you wait?"

The driver checked his watch; I can if Mr. Schreiber is willing to pay for waiting time. I returned to the phone but before I could say anything Ron spoke, "I heard him, I'll pay the waiting time, I'll be there as soon as I can, at least get him to move in close to the marquee so he'll be ready to unload as soon as I get there."

I walked in front of the lorry to the marquee; I pulled one of the flaps open and had a look inside. There was a catwalk that ran from one end of the marquee, down the centre of the huge tent, to roughly half way along the tent with steps up from the back to another open flap from a Dutch barn that had once held all of Gary Tipping's farm machinery.

The driver appeared behind me and had to squeeze past me to get inside the tent, "So, what's going on in here then?"

"Some kind of fashion show I think, I've never been here before, well, not since the land was sold to Ron Schreiber, the last time I was here, this was a working farm."

The delivery driver and I were making small talk when I heard the sound of the gate opening and a car pulling into the old farm yard, the driver started to walk back towards his truck but I stopped him, "That isn't Ron's car, it didn't make the ground shake when the engine revved up."

Ten minutes later Tammy walked from the Dutch barn and up onto the catwalk, I was looking at the driver's face rather than at Tammy but when he froze, his jaw dropped open and his eyes seemed to stand out on stalks so I turned round quickly to see what he was looking at. Tammy had walked out on the catwalk totally naked.

It took her a few moments before she recognised me, "Oh hi, I didn't expect to see you here, you didn't seem to know anything about this place an hour ago!"

This story was started in 2009 and picked up again at this point 1/1/2016

"I didn't but you told Sarah where your show was going to be and I realised that my father-in-law owned the land, they're trying to keep everyone in the village in the dark for some reason."

"Well, I guess that most sleepy little villages don't like the idea of a new nudist camp on their doorstep."

Tammy walked over to us and she reached out and pressed her fingertips against the driver's lower jaw, pushing up to close his gapping mouth, "Be a love and start dragging the chairs in here please darling."

There was no argument, I had expected the driver to tell her that he had to wait until Ron got there before he could start to unload but he almost jumped into action, rushing to the back of his van and starting to drag the stacks of seats onto the tail lift to lower them to the ground.

I realised that I was blushing a little and Tammy just stood there with her hands on her hips looking at me, "Don't tell me that I've got to close your mouth as well!"

"I'm sorry; I'm not used to seeing people walking about in the open in the nude."

Tammy laughed at me, "You should try it sometime!"

Now my face really did turn red, I didn't answer her I just rushed out of the marquee. The tail lift had reached the ground with six stacks of ten chairs and the driver was dragging one of the stacks through the flaps of the tent. I grabbed a stack of chairs and followed him. Tammy was starting to lay out the seats where she wanted them and I took her lead and started to lay out seats on the opposite side of the catwalk to her. We'd put out over a hundred seats by the time Ron turned up and the delivery van was empty. Ron walked over to Tammy and kissed her, no passion, after all his daughter-in-law was standing a few feet away, the kiss was very chaste by Ron's standards.

"How much do I owe you for waiting time?"

The delivery driver checked his watch, "Twenty quid or a kiss from both women."

Ron reached into his back pocket and took out his wallet but before his wallet was open Tammy had launched in on the driver, her lips crushed against his, her naked body pressing against his clothed body and her arms wrapped around his neck. I was a little embarrassed, especially when Tammy opened her legs and I realised from the movement of the driver's shoulder that he was using his right hand to rub between her legs out of sight of Ron and me as we were on the driver's left hand side. I looked over at Ron; he was just smiling, admiring Tammy's body and the way she had stepped up to save a few quid.

Suddenly it struck me, about the time that I saw Tammy's body give a little shiver of pleasure from the driver's fingers, why should I be embarrassed, if I were reading this scene in one of my erotic stories my hand would be between my own legs making my body shiver like the driver was doing to Tammy so I should look on what was happening as a gift, two people acting out an erotic fantasy for Ron and me to enjoy along with them.

Tammy finally released the driver's neck, she pulled her mouth away from his, said "Thank you," and then leaned back in and gave him a quick peck on his lips before she stepped away and rejoined Ron and me.

Ron finally opened his wallet, "So, what do I owe you now, just a tenner?"

The driver looked over at me, "What about her, doesn't she want to kiss me?"

Ron looked into my eyes, he smiled, "I don't think my daughter would be interested in kissing a stranger!"

Things suddenly moved into slow-motion, Ron's hand was moving much slower now as thoughts fired off in my head, did I just want to be a reader or did I want to be someone who took part in the fantasy. The corner of a ten pound note started to appear over the leather flap of Ron's wallet. If I was going to dig myself out of my frustrations I was going to have to steel myself, take a risk, take the chances that were on offer. I'd have to do something quickly or Ron would hand over the money and I'd be left even more frustrated after watching the driver and Tammy having their ten minutes of fun.

I launched myself at the driver; it actually hurt as my lips crashed into his. I wasn't being as demonstrative as Tammy, I didn't wrap my arms around his neck, I didn't press my body into his, just my mouth covering his. I heard Ron and Tammy talking, that wasn't what attracted me, it was the fact that they were walking away as they chatted, walking towards the Dutch barn at the back of the marquee. I felt the driver's right hand slipping onto my hip and then sliding around in front of my body and he began to rub his fingertips over my pussy mound through my dress and knickers.

I pulled my lips away from the driver's and looked over my shoulder, Ron was just closing the flap of the marquee down, he and Tammy were both now in the Dutch barn. The driver's left hand reached for my cheek and he turned my face back to his, "It's okay, we're all alone now!"

This time as our lips crushed together again it was a little slower, a little tenderer and a lot less painful. His left hand slipped down from my cheek and started to rub down my body, as his hand covered my right breast and palpated it my left arm looped over his neck. My body shivered like Tammy's had and his right hand wasn't close to my clitoris, just one hand rubbing my mound and the other squeezing my breast had tipped me over the edge. I felt the driver's mouth turn into a smile against my mouth as I started to gasp for breath.

He let his left hand slip down from my breast and I felt a little disappointed, his left hand dropped rapidly down below his right hand's point of interest and he bent down a little, his left hand gripped the bottom hem of my dress and he pulled it up. His right hand joined in and my lower body was exposed, he pulled his lips away from mine and looked down at my body as he pulled the front of my dress above my bra. My left hand dropped away from his neck, the fantasy was suddenly turning into a very vivid reality and suddenly I was fighting my own inner nature, my hands wanted to cover my breasts and pussy to get them away from the driver's view but my brain was screaming out not to do it. He gathered the material of my dress up to the 'v' neck and suddenly he flipped the whole thing over my head, it was only my shoulders that stopped my dress falling to the ground behind me.

It all happened so fast that it took me totally by surprise and I looked around quickly to ensure that we were still alone in the marquee. My face was pulled back to his but before our lips met again I looked down, his trousers were wide open and his cock was standing, exposed, up against his belly. This fantasy had suddenly taken a big turn, I closed my eyes as our lips met again and his right hand slipped down the front of my knickers, pulling my panties down so far that the elastic in the waistband rolled and they fell down only captured because my legs were so wide open. His right hand was instantly at my most private place and his fingertips were massaging my clitoris on their way to the point slightly further back, the opening to my body.

I was revelling in my little piece of living erotic fantasy but as the tip of his cock brushed over my abdomen I had to think seriously, was I really prepared to have unprotected sex with a total stranger? It also crossed my mind that the worst part of the last thought was the single word, 'Unprotected', would I be willing to let him fuck me if he wore a condom? Would I have the inner strength to stop him if he had tried to fuck me as we stood there face to face?

I was jerked back to the living fantasy as he took my right hand and wrapped my fingers around his cock, he whispered, "Wank me off please!" with his lips still touching mine.

I'd never done the act before but I'd read it described in a hundred different stories. I started to massage his cock slowly as he brought me to my own climax. I heaved a sigh of relief, I was there, we could stop now...stop now...why is he still rubbing my clit and jabbing his fingers up into my body, didn't he realise that I'd had my climax and it was all over now. Suddenly my eyes opened wider in shock and surprise...there was more...much more. I'd never reached this level of pleasure before and as an ever more powerful orgasm tore through my body I increased the speed and pressure that I was putting into masturbating him.

A flurry of activity, our lips were apart, my hand had been pushed away from his cock, his right hand left my cunt and his fingers were now wrapped around his own cock and he was jerking himself with ragged arm movements, his hips thrusting against mine and he gasped as strings of semen flew out of the eye of his cock. We were both looking down as he painted my pubic hair with his cockhead. I'd never seen a man orgasm in real life before and I have to say that I really loved seeing it happen, not so sure about the sticky mess covering my abdomen and pubic mound though. I was suddenly aware that we'd taken a very long time over our kiss.

I reached up to pull my dress back over my head, "Let me see your tits properly first please."

I left my dress and reached for the front of my bra, I only dwelled for a moment's thought before I pulled the front of my bra up to expose my breasts to him. He smiled warmly, then he leaned forwards and sucked my left nipple into his mouth, my right hand automatically cradled the back of his head as he nuzzled into my breasts. He checked his watch, "Damned, I've got to go, thanks love, I hope we can meet again sometime, perhaps we can have more fun next time."

A quick kiss on my lips and he ran for his van, leaving the front of my body still totally exposed for the first time in my life. I had to pull my knickers all the way off, my crotch was soaking wet anyway from all that happened before the driver pulled them down and now I quickly needed something to mop up a gallon of semen from my body before the front of my dress fell down and stuck to it. I put my body away as quickly as I could, straightening the front of my dress, made sure that my tits were correctly 'seated' in their hammocks.

I walked towards the Dutch barn, I lifted the flap to go through it and quickly dropped it again. I only caught a quick glimpse of my father-in-law's naked bottom as he was pounding away at Tammy's body lying across a makeup table. I shouldn't have been surprised or judgemental; I'd heard loads of rumours about my father-in-law even before I married his son and anyway, if the delivery driver had wanted a fuck instead of a wank I doubt if I would have had the strength of character to have denied him.

I sat patiently waiting for Ron and Tammy to finish off and return to the catwalk. Once the sound of the van's engine had gone and the squeaking of the gate closing had fallen silent I could suddenly hear the sounds of sex from the other side of the tent flaps, grunting, slapping, breathing and sighing. Whispered words of love and affection between Ron and Tammy and then silence for five minutes after a particularly rapid slapping and grunting sound and eventually Ron lifted the tent flaps and left the Dutch barn. Beyond him I could see Tammy, standing with her legs wide apart as she wiped carefully between her legs with a towel.

"Want a lift home Victoria?"

I nodded my head, "Please."

Ron caught my hand and interlocked our fingers as we walked along, we both looked at each other when we reached the spot where I had kissed the delivery driver and we both grinned like stupid school kids. "Did you enjoy that Vicky?"

I felt my face redden but I nodded my head. "Was that the first time you've let a man touch you since you married Johnny?"

I felt the heat in my face increase but I nodded my head again. We stopped at the flaps leading out into the yard, "Did you let him fuck you?"

I almost choked on the question; my face was so red now that if we'd been in a darkened room I would have totally lit it up. It took me the longest time to move, Ron just stood there looking deeply into my eyes and eventually I shook my head, "Pity, it would have been a liberating experience for you, even a kneetrembler with a stranger could have changed your life forever! Did you want him to..."

Ron's conversation was cut short by the sound of the gate squeaking its way open, we both stepped out of the marquee as a Porsche Cayenne slid past the rear of Ron's Dodge Viper, there were two men in the front of the Porsche but they were hard to see through the smoked glass in the front doors. They drove past the Dutch barn and turned behind it.

"Have you got time to wait, I need to chat to those men before I go."

I nodded my head, it wasn't a long walk home and I often walked far further to try and clear my head of my life's frustrations but today those frustrations didn't seem so oppressive as they usually did.

Ron strolled off towards the back of the Dutch barn, I didn't know if I was expected to wait by Ron's car or follow him, I waited a moment, the thought passed through my head, 'You've stood back all your life, never stepped up to seize the imitative, standing back never led to improvements!' And with that my mind was made up, I followed behind Ron, he had reached the end of the barn and had disappeared around the corner.

When I reached the corner I stopped, Tammy's car was parked first in the parking lot with the Porsche next to it, the front doors of the Porsche were both open and both men were undressing as Ron walked up to them. I leaned against the corner of the barn, my earlier resolve to seize the opportunities on offer evaporated slightly when I saw the two men undressing. Ron shook the driver's hand and then walked around the front of the Porsche to shake the passenger's hand, that's when he caught sight of me and gestured for me to join them.

By the time I reached the car all three men were standing together, Ron introduced me to the first man, "Victoria, this is another Ron, you can tell us apart by the fact that I'm more handsome but he is younger and he has a bigger cock..." We all looked down at young Ron's cock and as I shook his hand his shoulders moved from side to side causing his body to rock and his flaccid cock to swing from side to side. Even though Young Ron's cock was flaccid it was twice as long as the delivery driver's cock and more than twice as thick. "...well, not at the moment but he's behaving himself for once in his life!"

I shook the driver's hand, his name was Steve, his cock looked more like the delivery driver's cock in size but again, Steve's cock was flaccid and the delivery driver's cock had been at full mast. Ron took Steve's elbow and guided him to the back of the Dutch barn, leaving me standing with young Ron, an awkward silence screaming out between us. I tried, God knows I tried to keep my eyes on young Ron's eyes but I couldn't stop myself looking down at Ron's cock.

"Has your father given you the guided tour?"

"No, I just let the guy in who was delivering the seats for tomorrow and I helped him put them out with Tammy before Ron arrived."

"You've met Tammy then?"

I nodded my head, "What do you think of my wife?"

I furrowed my forehead, "Who's your wife?"

"Tammy!"

I was shocked; after all, I'd just seen my Father-in-law fucking Tammy. My shock must have registered on my face.

"You look shocked; don't I look like the kind of man that Tammy would marry?"

I shook my head, "No, I just thought that Tammy was a single woman."

Young Ron laughed, "What did she do? Did she fuck the delivery driver?"

The look of shock increased, "Did she fuck your dad again?"

'AGAIN!' rattled around in my head, young Ron took my hand and guided me to the Dutch barn. "This is where the models will undress and do their makeup; there are twenty formal naturist groups in the UK, that are taking part tomorrow, naturist clubs, nude swimming groups and that kind of thing. They've all held their own beauty contest already and the twenty winners are all coming here for the title of UK's most beautiful naturist. Your dad is providing the cup, we're hoping that the contest will happen every year from now on, well, if we can actually get this club off the ground that is."

We walked into the Marquee, Ron, Steve and Tammy were just standing talking together, well, Tammy was holding Steve's cock in her hand as they discussed where the food table needed to be put and the bar, how many waitresses they needed. Apparently Oaklands Sun Club in Leicester had offered four volunteer serving wenches for the event and other clubs were making similar noises. I saw young Ron looking at his wife rubbing Steve's cock, he looked from her hand to my face and he grinned at me, "Are we scandalising you, just because I know that Tammy loves to fuck, your dad, my brother...anyone really, man or woman but we don't see sex in the conventional way, to us sex isn't love, sex is just a bloody good form of exercise."

I was led through the rear of the marquee, the field that had held the cows waiting to be milked in days gone by was now a closely trimmed lawn area, "Over there, in the trees there are stands for twenty static caravans with electricity, water and sewerage pipes laid on to each one, on this side of the trees there are stand pipes for drinking water and electric hook-ups for ten touring caravans in case anyone wants to visit and stop overnight or for the weekend."

Young Ron still had a hold of my hand as he guided me into the old milking parlour, the stainless steel tank had been removed but the milking heads were all still there, "I wonder if these things still work?"

I looked past Ron, pointed to the corner, "Well, the compressor looks like it's still there and still connected up to the power tray."

Ron leaned against the wall and pulled me back towards him, "What about you?"

"What do you mean, what about me?"

"Are you into 'Free Love' like your dad?"

"Father-in-law!"

"Father-in-law, so, you're married to one of Ron's kids?"

I nodded my head.

"Happily?"

This was starting to sound like most on-line chat's I'd had with men on the internet and it was starting to have the same effect on me as the sex chat rooms did, well, ten times stronger than the effects a sex chat would have had.

"Let's just leave it at married shall we!"

That was my standard answer on the internet too.

"What's the kinkiest thing you've ever done in your life?"

I shook my head, "What counts as kinky..." I looked over at the marquee, could I now class what I'd done with the delivery driver earlier as kinky or not? "...I guess that one man's kinky is another man's normal."

"Well, let's say that I stripped you naked and hooked you up to one of the milking head, we could call that kinky!"

I closed my eyes and a shiver ran through my body, I'd been in Ron's milking parlour many times, I'd fitted the milking head to many cows in my time but no one had ever suggested hooking a woman up to a milking head before, well, not to me at any rate. I felt the warmth of a hand on the back of my neck and young Ron pulled my face against his and as we kissed I felt his fingers working the zipper on the back of my dress, pulling the zip all the way down to my bum. I opened my eyes as young Ron slipped my dress off over my shoulders and I stood there in front of Ron as my dress fell to the floor. Ron's cock was already responding to the mood in the milking parlour and it was starting to inflate with blood.

The fact that I didn't have any knickers on but that I did have a bra on didn't cause young Ron a moment's concern, the bra was off as well in a moment.

"So, can I be a little kinky with you and hook you up to a milking head?"

I blushed slightly, should I say yes or should I say no...did I really want to do something kinky or not...fuck yes, like I'd already told myself, I'd been safe all of my life before today and by tomorrow it could all be over, I could be back to skulking around on-line story website and living my life vicariously through other people's stories instead of making my own stories come true!

As it turned out Ron's question was rhetorical, before I got the chance to finish my internal conversation I was being pulled over to a milking stall, my head was trapped in the neck cradle that would hold a cow's head against the food trough while it was being milked.

I heard the compressor start up and young Ron was offering two of the milking cups against my breasts, my nipples and areola were sucked right up into the milking cup. The feeling against my breasts was fantastic, I couldn't move my head as Ron had locked the neck bar down pinning me in place. I was expecting Ron to use the opportunity to fuck me from behind as I was trapped in the crush but he didn't, he had brought a second milking head over to the stall I was in and he was pulling the cup off of the pipe, he was now down behind me and the pipe was pressed against my clitoris. The pipe yanked my clitoris deep inside and I was screaming out with the sheer pleasure of the action between my legs.

Young Ron came around in front of me, he dragged the feed trough out of the way and knelt down in front of me, he fed his cock into my mouth and I began to deliver my first ever blow-job, thankfully I had read an awful lot of stories that described oral sex so I sucked his cock like a professional.

Young Ron was closing in on his climax when I heard my father-in-law's voice say, "Well done young Ron, I knew if anyone could get my daughter out of her dress it would be you!"

My eyes shot open, in the doorway into the milking parlour were my father-in-law, young Ron's wife Tammy and young Ron's brother. Tammy rushed over and she felt my breasts, "This looks fun, I want to try it next!"

I was suddenly forced to swallow quickly as young Ron began unloading his balls into my throat. As soon as his balls were finished pumping spunk into my mouth he released the neck clamp and I was allowed to stand up. Tammy pulled the milking cups off of my breasts and applied them to herself, it hurt like hell when she pulled the tube off of my clitoris and Steve helped her to line it up with her own clitoris. My father-in-law was naked and he took my elbow and guided me out as Tammy was being locked into the neck clamp and Steve slipped in behind her and eased his cock into her pussy, "Hey, I like this, I don't even have to move, the clitoris milker is making your cunt milk my cock."

I was still naked as Ron guided me down the sunbathing lawn, "How did it feel?"

"What?"

"When young Ron fucked you!"

"He didn't, I didn't...I mean I only sucked him."

"Damned it girl, how many opportunities are you going to pass up? I mean, you're on birth control implants so who would it hurt if you let a man fuck you?"

"I'm not on implants."

Ron looked shocked, "Johnny told me that you went on implants after Peter was born."

"I only told him that to stop him making me pregnant again, if he ever does want to have sex again then I'd have to do something to prevent pregnancy but for now, well, until now sex has never come up since Peter."

Ron took me to the start of the tree line; I could see all of the ground work that Ron's men had been doing to get the woods ready for the arrival of the static caravans. Safety tape had been linked between the trees to stop people walking in the woods until after all the trenches had been filled in. Ron took me to the first plot marker pin; it had a nice clear number one painted on all four sides of the pin. Toilet block is at the side of the milking parlour up there, drinking water point is between plot five and six as well as grey water disposal, the chemical waste point is at the back of the toilet block. The rear left hand corner of the caravan has to be as close to the marker pin as possible and once the caravan is dropped off and the car unloaded it has to be moved back to the main car park."

I had felt a little uncomfortable at first, being naked in front of my father-in-law but as he wasn't making a big thing of it, just taking me around the nudist camp, explaining everything, we were at plot ten when we heard a car hooter sound out. Ron took his phone out of his jacket pocket, he flicked an app on and a picture of a car towing a caravan appeared on the screen, Ron tapped a button and said, "I'll be right there, I'm on the other side of the camp, be as fast as I can."

I was told to wait by plot one and he would direct the driver over to me. I stood there and when the car rounded the corner at the back of the Dutch barn I gestured for the driver to use the road in front of the milking parlour and in a few moments he was driving past what would be the roadway into the woods to the static caravans. The car towing the six birth caravan was a Kia Sonata and it was being driven by a woman. I explained where the caravan had to go and why the rear left hand corner of the caravan had to be lined up with the plot marker pin, pointed out where the water, the electrical hook up point and the toilet and shower block were and I left her to reverse the caravan into place.

I was up by Ron at the Dutch barn and the woman was still trying to get her caravan into place, Ron looked over, "You think you could do a better job?"

I looked over, "I think Sarah could do a better job but I don't have a driving licence!"

Ron opened one of the storage units, there was a small tractor parked inside, Ron covered the seat with a small towel, "You're good with a tractor, the advantage with this one is that there is a tow hitch on the front and the back, it'll be perfect for moving that caravan into place for them."

I took a short cut straight across the field and pulled up at the side of the Kia, "Ron sent me over to see if I could help you get on your pitch."

She dropped the caravan off of the back of her car and I picked it up on the front of the tractor, it took me ten seconds to get the caravan into the perfect position. I left the woman to put her steadies down and set her caravan up, empty her car and put it in the car park. She stripped off before I left her, it amazed me just how little thought naturists put into being naked.

I parked the tractor up on the road in front of the milking parlour, the fun in the parlour had ended and Tammy was walking down to the first caravan to talk to the woman as she was a contestant in the beauty contest. I grabbed my dress, bra and handbag and walked around to the car park where Ron and the other two men were talking. Ron took me into the office, "Would you mind helping out here a little longer, I've got to go back to work. The monitor will show you if anyone turns up, press this to talk to the driver of the car, press this to open the gate if they are looking for us, remember, if you have to go to the gate, pull your dress on before you go to the gate, the green box on the wall has an open and a close button for the gate."

The office was in a mess, the only thing that was actually set up was the CCTV monitor for the gate and the microphone and loudspeaker for the gate's intercom. There was a standard office desk with a swivel chair, on the opposite side of the desk from the drawers there was a desk extension. There was a filing cabinet but it was totally empty, there were boxes of stationery in the corner and a computer in a box, well, in several boxes actually. On the top of the desk there were piles of letters, bills and the like. It was an overwhelming sight but I zoomed in on the PC, PCs I could deal with. I thought through the situation in the office, the seat was facing the door; it was obviously a focal point, an opportunity to interact with the punters so to speak so the PC would have to stand on the desk extension so as not to put a barrier between the desk jockey and the punter.

I set up the PC and started loading the software on it, one of the programs in the box was an accounting program so than I started to go through the pile of correspondence and started to create a purchase ledger account and I started to file the invoices as I uploaded them. I spotted a car coming along the drive with a caravan on the back and when the car stopped I pressed the call button, "Can I help you?"

"We're here for the contest tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll open the gate and meet you in the car park."

I'd only been naked for an hour or less but it didn't seem to bother me, when my kids would run around the house and garden in the nude I put their exuberance down to their young age and I had often thought to myself, 'Make the most of the freedom kids because the first time you see a change in your bodies you'll cover up and never go nude in public again.' I don't remember playing in the nude as a child and until an hour ago I never imagined that I'd ever go nude in public and now here I was about to walk out, stark naked and meet total strangers that were all fully dressed.

I directed the driver to Plot three, asked if he needed help to get his van in place. I'd sketched out a rough plan of the site with the facilities labelled; it was just a quick drawing, it would need to be drawn out properly later but the quick sketch meant that I could show the marquee and the Dutch barn. My original pen and ink drawing had been left sitting on the scanner-bed of the photocopier so I could just press the copy button and hand the print to new arrivals.

I got back to the office work and turned over a sheet of paper to find an unopened envelope, I was about to slip my thumb into the flap and rip it open when I spotted the address on the front, it wasn't addressed to the nudist camp or to Ron, it was addressed to Gary Tipping, the farmer who lived in the farmhouse at the front of the nudist camp. I knew that my father-in-law must have seen the envelope because most of the correspondence around it had notations in his handwriting. I didn't know if there was a reason that Ron hadn't passed Gary's letter on to him so I phoned Ron to ask him what he wanted me to do with the letter.

"Oh God, that's been there for three days now, I keep meaning to take it to him but I'm often there when he's out or still in bed."

"Shall I pop it over to him?"

"If you would darling, that would be kind of you."

Tammy walked into the office at that moment, she looked at the pile of paperwork that I was going through, she looked at the computer all set up and working, "I saw the map that you gave to John, very efficient of you and now I'm really impressed, what are you doing on the PC?"

"I'm setting up the purchase ledger and the sales ledger."

Tammy stood over me to watch what I was doing so I input several invoices into the purchase ledger, showed her how to set up a new supplier, how to enter the invoice amount and the tax, how to signify if the bill had been paid, Ron's notation often said 'Contra fifty percent' so I entered half the invoiced amount into the paid section.

"Why did you do that?"

"Well, Ron had indicated that he'd bartered a half of the bill's value so only half of the money is still outstanding."

Tammy wanted to have a go so I created an identity for her in the accounts package and I let her sit on my towel to start inputting invoices while I started to file the things that I'd dealt with while Tammy typed in a few invoices. Tammy soon got in her stride and I let another new arrival into the camp. I handed out the site plan and indicated that they should park on plot four. The woman got out of the passenger seat and asked me if I knew where Tammy was. I pointed to the office, "Tammy's in the office at the moment."

While the woman and Tammy talked I took Gary's envelope to the farm. It hadn't even crossed my mind that I was still naked when I set out, I stopped and was about to berate myself for not putting my dress on as I walked towards the gate and the outside world, I turned to head back to the office when I looked at Gary Tipping's farm for the first time since I'd arrived at the site, there were four windows on the back of the farmhouse, two on the ground floor and two on the first floor and there was still a backdoor that opened out onto the car park so I didn't have to go outside or get dressed.

As I walked towards Gary's back door I felt anxious about being naked for the first time since young Ron had stripped me off in the milking parlour. I had known Gary Tipping socially for many years, my husband was a friend of his too, I had a sudden twinge, what if Gary told Johnny that he'd seen me naked, then I realised, with four windows looking out over the nudist camp Gary had probably already seen me naked.

I knocked on Gary's back door but the door wasn't latched and so swung open as I tried to knock it. Gary's voice came from the front room, "Come in, you guys ready for a cupper already?"

"No, it's me Mr. Tipping, the postman delivered a letter for you to the club."

"Victoria...is that you?"

"Erm, yes Mr. Tipping!"

Gary walked out into the passageway wiping oily hands on a rag, Gary was totally naked too, he didn't look too bad for a man in his late sixties, he still had good muscle definition and a flat stomach but I guess that came from a lifetime's hard work on the farm. As Gary walked towards me his cock started growing, "I didn't know that you were going to get involved in this project Victoria, Ron never mentioned that you and Johnny were into swinging."

I shook my head, "We're not into swinging, Johnny would never be interested in anything like that."

I saw Gary's cock deflate slightly at my response. "Johnny's too much like his mother, too straight-laced for any sexual shenanigans!"

Gary smiled and his cock started to pump up again, "And you're more like your father-in-law...I hope?"

I shrugged my shoulders and Gary was right in my face, he took the letter out of my hand and let his cockhead press against my abdomen. "You want to see the exercise bike I'm developing?"

I spotted instantly that Gary was just looking for an excuse to get me to stay with him in his house for a little longer and get me away from the back door and safety. I did momentarily consider telling Gary that I had a lot of work to do but the little voice in the back of my head said, "That was the old you, that was yesterday's you! You promised me that you'd take risks, that you'd take opportunities...What if Gary does want to fuck you? Would that be so bad? Okay he's older than your dad but he looks a lot fitter, he looks fitter than Johnny! Just say yes, let it happen if it's going to and we'll visit the doctors and sort things out on Monday!"

I smiled at Gary, "You going into a new industry then Gary, the fitness industry?"

Gary laughed, "It's more the sex industry..." Gary pointed to an exercise bike that he'd built in the corner of his dining room.

It looked like a standard bike but built onto a stand. The rear wheel of the bike had been removed and a cast iron wheel from an old piece of farm machinery installed in it's place. The peddles turned the heavy wheel and an adjustable rod came off of an eccentric cam. The saddle of the bike was one of those massive wide saddles from the fifties but the centre of saddle had been cut away.

"The problem is I haven't been able to test it properly yet, but it looks good in theory! Would you like to test it for me?"

"Why haven't you been able to test it?"

"Because I'm the wrong sex!"

Gary opened a box, "Do you like the look of this?"

He was holding a six inch long dildo, solid rubber with a little flexibility but not much. I looked at the dildo with a measure of confusion; I wondered what a dildo had to do with an exercise bike. There was a light-bulb moment as I looked again at the hole in the saddle and the connecting rod from the cast iron wheel.

Gary attached the dildo to the connecting rod and then he turned the peddles by hand, I watched as the dildo almost disappeared from sight under the saddle and then popped into view by around four inches. "Come on Vicky, be a sport and let me see if I've got the design right!"

I shrugged my shoulders and climbed up onto the bike, Gary eased me into position over the tip of the dildo and he turned the peddle crank one turn and the dildo slipped into my body on a film of my excitement. I took over peddling slowly as the dildo fucked me. Being a keen cyclist I kept trying to stand into the work like I would on a real bike but obviously that removed my cunt from the dildo so I had to get used to keeping contact with the saddle.

I gave myself a few good climaxes before Gary got too excited and I was pulled from the bike and Gary bent me over the saddle and took me from behind, rapidly filling my belly with his spunk. After he finished fucking me he asked me if I could think of any improvements to the fuckcsersize bike.

I grinned for a moment and then I said, "You could incorporate a small compressor and a two cup milking head!"

"Why?"

I explained what young Ron had done in the old milking parlour, Gary insisted on me taking him to the parlour and showing him what young Ron had done. I had to let him put me into the neck crush and start the milking machine, I had my tits sucked into the milking cups again having both of my nipples and areola sucked deeply into the cups again and instead of connecting the pipe to my clitoris Gary pushed the pipe into my vagina and use the milking machine to suck all of his semen out of my cunt before slipping the pipe over my clitoris.

When I got back to the office my nipples and areola were still sticking out away from my breast mass and the second time in the machine for my clitoris seemed to have changed its physiology forever, the hood could no longer contain my clitoris and because my clit was permanently exposed as I walked along I was actually masturbating myself just from the friction of walking.

I sat in the office and welcomed four more caravan owners who were going to spend the night on the camping area of the site. I'd managed to enter all of the invoices onto the computer system and filed everything away when my phone rang, Johnny was asking where I'd got to, he had to get ready for an event and needed me home so I could look after the kids while he got ready. I reluctantly pulled my dress on over my head, my bra went into my handbag with my dirty knickers and I wandered over to the marquee where Tammy and several of the visitors were practicing on the catwalk in front of the husbands. My eyes cut through the scene like a laser beam, young Ron and Steve were actually flirting with a few of the wives, they were obviously checking out which of the couples attending that first practice might be swingers or at least, open to the idea of swinging. Tammy told me that she would keep an eye out for anyone else turning up and thanked me for all the work I'd done during the day. As I walked through the flaps of the marquee Tammy shouted out, "We'll need a receptionist for tomorrow, we'll need a good one for the weekend, how are you fixed?"

I stopped and looked back, "I'll have to look after my kids tomorrow, Johnny's away all day, well, probably all weekend actually."

"I'll have a word with Ron, see if he can't get June to look after your kids, I think that Sarah would rather be here all weekend though from our conversation together earlier!"

I walked away from the marquee with a swish in my tail, I hit the open button and then the stop when the door was three feet open, then as I started to walk through the gate I hit the close button. I know that I was on a high, a sexual high as well as an adrenaline high because all I was wearing out in public was a flimsy summer dress and nothing else and of course, every step I took caused my clitoris to rub so I had to walk really slowly to prevent my body dissolving into an orgasm. Part of me wanted my clitoris to retract so I could at least walk normally but part of me wanted to keep that level of pleasure for as long as possible.

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