New Arcadia: Louise's Story

by Jehoram

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, mt/Fa, Fa/Fa, Fa/ft, Teenagers, Consensual, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Group Sex, Interracial, Black Female, Black Male, White Male, White Female, Safe Sex, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Sex Toys, Nudism, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: A young women who thinks she knows about sex comes to New Arcadia and discovers things about herself that she never dreamed of. She gets the screwing of her life, witnesses a teenage girl's sexual initiation, develops a penchant for teenage boys, and also finds her true love, a man as sexually adventurous and curious as she is. This story happens about the time of "New Arcadia -- Chapter 5."

"It is my belief that women are the principal beneficiaries of a sexually promiscuous life-style, once they have the emotional maturity to embrace it. It gives them the freedom to explore their sexuality in circumstances that most cultures would forbid. They learn what pleasure their bodies are capable of, and that such pleasure is entirely within their own control, not a man's. The men and women they make love to will be trained to offer her the greatest sexual satisfaction rather than to focus on their own needs. Most important, they become truly on a par with men, giving and receiving pleasure in equal proportion."

-- Alfonse Gregorio, from Return to Eden

Is this thing on? I don't see a light or anything, but I guess it's recording. We're still using cassette recorders at the lab. Let's sit over here by the pool. I hope you don't mind if I masturbate as we talk. You should do it, too. Don't try to cum. Just keep your cock semi-hard. It's part of the training here. You've got a lovely cock, by the way! Pull the foreskin back, and let me see the cap. Nice! OK, let's start.

I'm Louise. I used to think of myself as a decent girl with high morals who dressed modestly, a girl who thought she could give you a good fuck even without a lot of sexual experience. But I found New Arcadia a year ago, and now I'm as familiar with the sensation of a cock sliding into my vadge as I used to be with tampons sliding up there. In fact, in the usual course of a month I have a lot more cocks than tampons in me! I walk around naked here, fondling my tits and clit as I go, flirting with visibly aroused naked men and women and boys and girls. And I'm still a decent girl with high morals. It's just that the morals are a little different now. No, make that a lot different!

You've read what my fiancé George wrote so far about New Arcadia so you already know a lot about me. I'm twenty-eight years old, five-foot-five, and weigh about a hundred and fifteen pounds, more or less. I have long blonde hair that I like to curl, and eyes that are sometimes pale blue, and sometimes gray. I don't shave my pubic hair, preferring to trim it instead. I guess you want to know what bra size I wear, except that it doesn't mean much, since my left breast is a cup size larger than my right breast. So when I do buy bras, I have to try them on to see if an A size or a B size fits me better. But I'd rather not wear a bra at all if I can help it. In fact, I'd rather not wear anything! My idea of a good time is to be jaybird naked, with lots of teenage boys around me, all with hard cocks, watching them stare at me as I play with my long, hard nipples and wondering how each of those cocks would feel inside me, knowing that they were all mine for the sucking or the fucking.

Which is how I got to be what I am now, a full-fledged member of New Arcadia, where this kind of behavior is considered entirely normal, not to mention commendable. George has already told you about that, so I'm not going to cover that ground again. But he wanted me to tell you how I got involved in that whole thing.

It started when my previous boyfriend dumped me about a year ago, saying that I was no good in bed. He was probably right about that, because I was raised in a rather sheltered environment and didn't start dating until my sophomore year in high school, so I didn't know much of anything about making love. But neither did he. He was the fourth guy I slept with, but he was really as clueless about sex as the first three. It was all about his needs, not mine. As soon as he shot his load into me, he figured he was done, and the fact that I wanted more just made him peg me as "needy." Don't get me wrong; I did have an orgasm once in a while, and it confirmed his opinion of himself as God's gift to women. What he didn't know was that I was better at giving myself orgasms than he was at giving them to me. I figured that that was normal for men and women. After all, that's what most of my girlfriends told me.

So he broke off the relationship, and I found myself talking about it to a friend of mine at the gym. Irene didn't behave like most women in the shower. Most of us were as discreet as we could be about our bodies under the circumstances, keeping our backs turned to the others and covering up with a towel right away. But not her! She wasn't a bit self-conscious about her nudity, and even played with her nipples when she soaped them up, rolling them between her thumb and forefinger to make them hard. She had a reputation for having the "cleanest twat in town" on account of all the time she spent scrubbing it under the shower. Not that she was all that ostentatious about it, but she gave the impression that if it felt good, she was going to do it whether you were there or not.

One day, when we were showering under adjacent shower-heads, she came right out and asked me if I was "getting enough." She had somehow sensed that I'd just terminated a relationship, don't ask me how. I ended up telling her all about the break-up as we dried ourselves off. Irene told me that I was better off without him, and that if I was interested in what she called "real sex," I should go with her to this place she knew about.

"At first, I thought it was just another one of those 'adult' nudist resorts where everything goes," she said. "But it turned out to be a sort of academy for learning about making love. And taking love. There's a difference, you know. I swear, Louise, if you've got any libido at all, it'll be the hottest weekend you've ever had! Have you ever gone nude in public before?"

"I've been to a few nude beaches when I was in college, you know. And to tell you the truth, I found all those dangling cocks and ball sacks to be quite a turn-on, once I got used to it."

She smiled. "Hey, I've seen you checking out the bulges in the shorts of the guys here. I do, too! But you won't see many dangling cocks at this place. They'll all be hard, or nearly so."

"Don't you find that, well, intimidating?"

"Not a bit! It's different there. You'll be in control. Strict rules about that. But all those cocks will be yours for the picking. I guarantee you'll get laid!"

She gave me some information and I got in touch with this New Arcadia place. They sent back some forms, mostly medical stuff to verify that I was on birth control and wasn't carrying any venereal diseases. That was one of the few benefits of being with only a couple of inexperienced boyfriends; it reduced the chance that you'd end up with VD, since they'd usually had even less sex than you did.

When I picked her up that first Saturday morning to drive out to New Arcadia, she filled me in on what to expect. I blushed as she explained about how people greeted each other there.

"When you meet somebody, you generally exchange what we call 'gropes' instead of kisses. If you want to be groped, you signal it by touching your cunt. If they want to be groped, they'll touch their cock or cunt. If you want them to do a little more, you can give them a kiss to signal that you want a little finger-fucking. But you don't usually do that unless you're ready to do a little more serious necking. Whenever you feel uncomfortable, just say 'Stop, ' and they'll stop. And if they say, 'Stop, ' you stop. They're very, very serious about that."

"I'll remember. Are there any other rules?"

"Well, the only other big rule, other than not being stupid, is that if you see some kid wearing a red wristband, it's OK to grope them and even masturbate them to orgasm if they want it, but no fucking them. They're too young for that."

"Wait a minute! Too young for fucking, but not for wanking? How old are these kids, anyway? And who'd want to fuck a kid, anyway? Or even jack him off?"

She smiled. "You've got a lot to learn, Louise. These 'kids' are all at least fourteen, and some of them are more accomplished lovers than anybody you've slept with. Boys and girls both. The whole point of this camp is to train them in sex. And to train you in sex, for that matter."

"Hey, I've been around," I said. "I've had sex before, lots of times!"

"No, you haven't. Not like this. The truth is that you don't know squat about sex, Louise, not compared to these people. I didn't, either, before I started coming here."

She gave me a minute to let that sink in. Then she continued, "What you have to understand is that you'll be training your body to deal with sexual arousal in a different way than you do now. We call it being in the 'Zone.' It's where you're like four-fifths of the way to an orgasm, but you try to maintain that state for an hour or two without going all the way to a climax."

"What's the fun in that?"

"You'll see! When you do get that climax, it'll pop the nips right off your tits! And more often than not, it'll go on and on."

"Oh, right! Like that ever happens in real life!"

"It happens here! Trust me!" At that point, she told me to pull off the road onto a private driveway. She got out and punched some numbers into a keypad on a stand, the gate swung open, and we drove through. Another half a mile and we were in the parking lot. She smiled at me. "Now let's get naked!" she said as she winked at me.

"Irene! You've seen me naked at the gym!"

"But not like this, with the sun on you, and your finger up that pretty snatch of yours! Remember that overt masturbation is entirely cool here. Everybody will be doing it ... male, female, young, old. I love watching people do that. It's like watching them show you who they really are, and showing them who you really are. That's the first lesson here. Being visibly aroused is natural, and being sociable is natural, and mixing the two together is natural, too."

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