"The Eden I envision must be considered as a whole, not simply the sum of its parts. No element can be removed without the entire structure collapsing. That is why countless societies based largely, but not entirely, on its principles have failed, from the Oneida colony of nineteenth-century America to the many free-love communes of the twentieth century. Those who wish to embrace some of its principles must be willing to embrace all of them, because they are all connected. And these principles should be taught at the onset of sexual activity, when our sexual identities are formed. However, it is never too late to welcome a sincere newcomer into our fold, particularly one who has already some concept of what this ideal society should consist of."
-- Alfonse Gregorio, from Return to Eden
You're the guy doing research on New Arcadia, aren't you? George said that you might want to talk to me. First, do you want some of my milk?
Let me explain. I'm one of the "Milk Maids" here. I'm lactating. Here, let me squeeze my tit. See the drops? My baby boy is weaned now, but I keep my milk supply going for the sexual pleasure of the people here. Not to mention mine! Here, take a nipple. Now suck. Ahhh, that feels good! Suck a little harder. Are you getting off on this? May I feel your cock? Oh, it's hard! You're real close, aren't you? Do you want to cum now? Or do you...
Wow, you were close! Hey, that's all right! If you came that fast, you must have really needed it! We don't expect newcomers to have the same control that we do. Let me taste your jizz. Mmmm, it's nice! A little more bitter than usual, though. I bet you drink a lot of coffee, don't you? Do you want a taste, too? No? Well, let me put a little of it on my nipple. Now suck some more. Can you taste the difference? A lot of people don't like jizz on its own, but they like the taste of it when they mix it with my milk. Try it!
Still don't like it? I'm glad you gave it a try, though. That's how we learn about what turns us on and what doesn't. Everybody's different, with different kinks. That's what New Arcadia is all about ... finding out what works for you and your partner, and what doesn't. Here, let me lick the rest of that cum off your dick. There! All cleaned up! Let's just cuddle for now, and I'll tell you my story while you get hard again.
My name is Elizabeth, although everybody calls me Liz. I'm thirty-two years old and have a little boy named Jude. My husband Dick is a marine biologist. He's not here this week, because he's doing research in the Indian Ocean. My other husband George is a screenwriter and script doctor, and my wife Louise is a technician at a forensic laboratory. You've already met them, right?
OK, that sounds confusing. Legally, George is just married to Louise, and I'm just married to Dick. But we're all in this polyamorous relationship. We live together, eat together, fuck together, and raise children together. So we consider ourselves married to each other.
I'm a psychologist by trade, working in family practice. My specialty is getting troubled teenagers to communicate with their parents, which a lot of times turns out to be getting troubled parents to communicate with their kids. After being in New Arcadia for a while, I think that what most of them need is a good shagging, parents and children alike, but of course I can't recommend that to them. All I can say is that these problems are pretty much non-existent here at New Arcadia. Maybe I can explain why.
You have a beautiful cock, by the way. Such a well-shaped cap. Do you want me to suck it? Oh, too sensitive right now? That's OK. My clit gets that way sometimes, too. When you feel that your cock's not too sensitive to touch again, just let me know. I love playing with them, feeling them get hard, watching them jizz. Now where was I? Oh, yes...
I grew up in an ultra-normal family in Phoenix, Arizona. Well, Mesa, actually. My parents gave me no sex education whatever, except for when I started my periods and Mom told me what to do about it. I was a skinny kid, with no boobs to speak of until I was about seventeen. I'd been masturbating for years by then. I popped my cherry with a Christmas candle when I was fourteen. I figured that since it was red, the blood wouldn't show. I'll never forget that! I've always had a high sex drive, but boys never hit on me back then. After high school, I went to college at a big East Coast school. That was when I had my first real sex, and my first taste of communal living. Both at the same time, and in the same place.
I shared a house with seven other people who wanted to establish a "free love" household, like Robert Heinlein wrote about in Stranger in a Strange Land. You know, everybody fucks everybody else, sometimes in front of each other, nobody wears clothes at home, we shared everything in common and everybody loved everybody else. Well, it didn't work out that way. It lasted eight months. What killed it was that we were far too immature to make it work. Plus the guys got jealous of each other. My boyfriend could screw me, but he'd get uptight when another guy did. Of course, that didn't apply to him. He felt that he didn't need my permission to sleep around, and when any of the other men in the house got it on with me, he felt he had a right to sleep with that guy's girl whether she wanted it or not. Men thinking with their dicks all the time. Fucked up. Totally fucked up. I've lost contact with all of them except one girl, the first girl I had sex with. We're still friends. As for the rest of them, I don't know where they are, and I don't care.
But it did have two good influences on my life. First, one of the guys had a motorcycle and taught me how to ride, and I've been riding ever since. And second, it got me thinking about how that commune failed, and that led me to psychology as a major. You see, I really wanted that commune to succeed, because I liked some of the things about it: sharing, nudity, and lots of sex. There had to be a way to fit it all together so it worked, or so it seemed to me at the time.
I got a chance to actually try the public nudity thing again a little later, on my first job out of college. That was in Fort Bragg, California, where I worked at a mental health clinic. There's a big public beach right on the Pacific Ocean, and I would hang out there on my days off. On the south end, there was a sign that said: Clothing Optional Beyond This Point. And there was a walkway around the shoreline to a part of the beach that couldn't be seen from the main area. So I went there. And that's when I saw my first nude beach, and it was like I'd walked into my dream! All those naked people, young and old, fat and thin, all perfectly comfortable in their nudity. Even the kids. Especially the kids. Well, I took off my clothes, too. What a feeling that was, feeling the sun on my naked skin and the ocean breezes on my pussy and my tits. I wanted to wank right then and there, but of course I couldn't. Not around the kids.
A young couple was just leaving, but came over to greet me. Their names were Peer and Inge, and they were from Denmark. Peer worked in Santa Rosa, and they would come up for the weekend with their little trailer. Inge was tall and very, very blonde and Nordic looking, with firm tits and a thin waist and long legs. Peer was also tall, with thinning hair and a paunch and an uncircumcised cock. They shared their towel with me and we lay in the beach and chatted. Within minutes, I felt that I'd known them for years. Another couple named Barry and Alison had just arrived, saw them and came over to chat. Neither of them were great physical specimens. They were middle-aged and about thirty pounds overweight, but had a free and easy air about them that made me comfortable with them right away. Peer and Inge said that they had to get back home, and asked the new couple to show me around.
I guess they trusted me, because they invited me to go with them to the "other nude beach," as they called it. We followed this twisting path through a wooded area, with Barry pointing out the blazes that marked the trail to the beach. When I got there, it was as if another dream had come true! There were people all around me, male and female, masturbating and fucking. Some were straight, and some were gay. On the one hand, I was shocked at the display of stiff cocks and in-your-face sex, but another part of me said, "This is what you've been waiting for. These are your people." If they weren't fucking, they'd come up to us and hug us, and Alison would introduce me to them.
By this time, Barry's cock was hard, too, so he and Alison excused themselves, spread out a big blanket, and fucked right there on the beach in front of me. They invited me to join them, but it was just too much for me to take in all at once, so I declined. But I noticed some of the male beachgoers masturbating as they watched my new friends, so I did, too. I can't describe how liberating that was, to wank in front of other people for the first time, displaying my sexuality for all to see. I realized that I was an exhibitionist. I mean, I don't need it to get me off, but it sure gets my motor running! What made it all the better was that I didn't have to take it further than that. None of the guys around me expected me to put out for them. And that was a relief, because at that point I wasn't really ready for another man in my life.
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