Chapter 7: The Next Day: Sunday

I don’t know if the next morning was bright and clear or grey and gloomy. I woke up to a room that was dark and a bladder demanding relief. There was also an arm and a leg flung across my torso and legs, some sort of an attempt to pin me down. Gingerly, I extricated myself from the human octopus wrapped around me, eliciting a groan from said octopus. I got up, stumbled to the bathroom very quietly, closed the door behind me and then turned on the lights.

The lights were, of course, blinding, but I was able to discern the toilet, made it over there and sit. My morning wood cooperated very nicely and I was quickly able to relieve myself. I got up and looked at myself in the mirror. To be perfectly honest, I was not displeased with my appearance. What with the very busy summer I’d had and an almost devoted walking schedule, I’d lost quite a bit of weight from my middle and toned up a lot of muscle; I didn’t have man-boobs, but some distinct pectorals; I had a full head of hair that had streaks of silver in it, but the lines in my face complemented the grey, making me look distinguished, not old. Not too shabby, I thought.

I glanced at my watch as I was taking it off and noted that it was a bit past 8 in the morning, so I figured I’d get a shower. I had no sooner stepped in when I heard the door open and close. Lou stuck her head in around the curtain and said, “Morning! Got room in there for two?”

“Soitanly,” I said in my best ‘Stooges’ imitation. In a more normal voice I added, “Grab your shampoo and I’ll wash your hair.”

“Be there in just a moment,” she said and a moment later I heard her water tinkling in the toilet. Soon she was back with shampoo in hand.

She was short enough to me that I could reach the top of her head easily. I positioned her in front of me with her back turned to me as I massaged the shampoo into her scalp. Her moans were not sexual in nature this time, just the groans of a very satisfying scalp massage. If you haven’t done it for your lady, I suggest you do: she will be a very happy lady and you will get the benefit of that happiness!

I massaged her scalp for about five minutes, then grabbed the soap and started washing her shoulders and back. She was fairly limp after the massage and let me turn her this way and that until she was clean everywhere except her ass. As I started to spread her cheeks in preparation to cleaning that area, she seemed to come alive and squirmed away from me.

“I’m a little tender back there,” she stated. “I’ll wash that in a moment. Why don’t you kneel down and let me wash your hair?”

I did as I was told, knelt down on my knees and heels so that I’d be short enough for her to work me over. I loved her hands in my hair at least as much as she enjoyed my hands in hers. All too soon, however, she was finished and lifted me by my armpits. I understood and stood up and rinsed off.

I turned back towards her and she reached out and took hold of my dick. It wasn’t terrible rigid, but had some blood in it to make it not totally flaccid. She took the soap and thoroughly cleaned my cock and my balls, gently tugging my cock and causing it to firm up.

“I love it when it does that!” she declared. She reached around me, got enough water to rinse enough soap off of my cock and replaced her hand with her mouth. Gently sucking, she caused it to firm up even more. She abruptly ceased her ministration, turned me around, into the spray, effectively rinsing me off and cooling my ardor. I looked over my shoulder at her.

“Why...?” I started. She stood up, turned me again and kissed me deeply.

“I think I heard someone at the door,” she said. “Dry off and see who it is.”

“I didn’t hear anything!” I protested.

“But, I think I did,” she persisted. “Find out who it is, then order up some breakfast.”

I’m not terribly bright, but I know when not to argue. I stepped out of the shower, dried myself so that I wasn’t dripping and shrugged into my robe. By the time I made it to the door of the room there was no one at the door, and no sign anyone had been there. ‘Oh, well...” I thought, closed the door and ordered breakfast.

While waiting for our breakfast, Lou and I were sitting in the chair I had sat in a couple of nights previously. She was in my lap, both of us in our robes, just talking. Of course, she had her hand inside my robe, lightly scratching my chest and nipples, and I had my hand in hers, rubbing her pudenda just as lightly.

We were making plans for the rest of our stay. She kept talking about ‘tomorrow’ and I kept correcting her, saying ‘today’. I wanted to do the sight-seeing schtick today, but she seemed to want to do it tomorrow.

Room Service came, finally, knocking on the door. I let him in, signed the chit, gave him a tip and escorted him out the door. I closed the door behind him and barely got turned around when there came another knocking at the door.

I opened the door and was very surprised to see Cole standing there. He looked a little grim. “Uh, Mr. Eugene, uh, Jonny, uh, may I come in? I need a favor.”

I looked over my shoulder at Lou, who shrugged but didn’t adjust her robe. She was gaping in a couple of places and her leg was akimbo and sticking out of the robe. Well, if she wanted to give him a little show, who was I to argue? I opened the door and gestured for him to come in.

“Room service just came,” I said. “I hope you don’t mind if we go ahead and eat while it’s still warm.” I held a chair for Lou at the little table.

“Uh, no, go right ahead,” he stammered. He sat in another chair as I sat opposite Lou. As we ate, his eyes were darting back and forth between us.

“So,” I said around a mouthful of eggs, “what can we do for you the morning after your wedding? Do you want your pictures? I’m sorry but I don’t have them ready for final viewing.”

“Uh, no, nothing like that,” he started. He truly looked woebegone; he sat on the edge of his seat, arms stretched in front of him, his hands clutched between his knees.

I glanced over at Lou who looked almost like she was enjoying his misery.

“Cole,” I said, gently, “it can’t be all that bad. Gina didn’t run away, did she?”

“No!” His answer was shot out and he sat up straight as an arrow. “Why would you say something like that?”

“Well, it must be something dreadful or you would be able to tell me straight,” I said.

He slumped again. “It’s just a bit difficult to explain to the uninitiated, that’s all,” he said. He straightened up a bit. “Gina wants you to marry us this afternoon.”

Well, I certainly wasn’t expecting that! “I beg your pardon?” I said, almost spitting out some of my breakfast. I looked at Lou, my confusion evident. She looked like the cat that ate the canary, smug and like she’d burst out laughing. “I thought you two got married yesterday by a bona fide minister.”

Cole said, “We did, we did. But, we need it again, this afternoon. Your assistant told Gina you’d do it, but that I had to ask.” He waved his hand in Lou’s direction.

“She did, did she?” I said, glaring at Lou who was biting the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing out loud. “I think you’d better explain this a little more thoroughly before I agree to anything.” I swear, Lou started panting! Just what did she – and they - want me to do?

Cole drew a long, deep breath. “I suppose I should start at the beginning,” he said. “You know about how Gina and I met?” he asked. I nodded my head. “Well, that led to our parents introducing themselves to each other. It turns out that they had a lot in common. Both of our fathers were successful businessmen, had similar backgrounds and were rising in their companies, which, it so happened, were not in competition, but were complementary to each other. They started, that evening, to look at ways they could boost each other in their businesses. They became best friends and their businesses took off with their friendship.

“Our mothers took an instant liking to each other, too, and soon they were meeting daily after we had gone to school. I think they are even better friends than are our fathers. Our parents scheduled their vacations around our school schedules and we were always doing something with the other family. I guess that’s what really put Gina and I together. We spent so much time together it felt like we were brother and sister. We had to become friends or it would have been very difficult for our parents.

“One of our early vacations was to someplace very different.”

His narrative seemed to stall out at this point. I really wished he would just get on with it. I’m not very patient at the best of times, and I wanted more alone time with Lou, so I felt I had to prompt him. “How was it different, Cole?” I asked.

“This is hard,” he said. “Our parents like you a lot, and so do Gina and I, but we don’t want you to be disgusted or to think less of us.”

This certainly piqued my interest, to say the least. “Well, I can’t help you unless you tell me what you need,” I said, reasonably. “And, I don’t think you could go down in my eyes, or even Lou’s, even if we found you had absconded with the church’s poor box.” I said that with a smile, but I don’t think Cole saw the humor in it; he was still looking at the floor.

“I’m not so sure, Mr. Eugene,” he said, lifting his face to mine, “but ... here goes. That ‘different’ vacation was to a naturist resort.” His eyes were again darting between Lou and I and he cringed a little. I glanced at Lou and I could see she was again (or was it ‘still’) struggling not to laugh out loud. I had a feeling that poor Cole was being forced to tell all of this and Lou and Gina would have a good laugh about it later.

“That’s not something to be ashamed of,” I said. “Did you enjoy it?”

“Gina and I had a blast,” he said, earnestly, his eyes intense. “We were still too young to be too embarrassed, I guess.”

“And, then what happened?” I prompted.

“We’ve been going back for about twelve years now, I guess,” he replied. “Only, it’s not just a nudist resort,” he added. “It’s a hedonistic kind of place, where about the only rules are ‘no means no’ and ‘don’t molest the children’. Everything else goes.” He looked down at the floor again and I could see just how much he was blushing.

“I see,” I said, even though I really didn’t. A glance at Lou told me that she understood, but was going to make Cole squirm some more. “And how does that involve me today?” I was getting a little impatient.

“I guess I’m explaining this very badly,” Cole lamented. “To make an already long story short, we, Gina and I, I mean, wanted to have a much more ‘liberal’ wedding instead of what we had yesterday. However, we have a lot of relatives and friends who wouldn’t understand, and so we had to do the traditional wedding.”

He paused, and then plunged back into his explanation. “There’s a resort nearby where we wanted to have our ceremony, but, again, too many people would not understand or participate. We’re having what we really wanted there this afternoon,” he paused again. He took a deep breath to steady himself. “There’s just one problem.” He stopped abruptly.

After a moment’s silence, I once again prompted him. “And that problem is?” I asked.

He shook his head. “The guy that was going to do the ceremony is in the hospital. He has kidney stones.” I winced. I had had them once and I wouldn’t wish that pain on my worst enemy.

It suddenly dawned on me. “And you want me to take his place,” I said.

“Precisely!” he said. “Will you?”

“I think I need a little more detail,” I said. “What will I be expected to do?”

“Well,” said Cole, his brow furrowed in thought. “Basically, we’ll need you to give a little homily, kind of what was said yesterday by Pastor Roger, maybe along the same lines?” He didn’t seem too confident, but I had always wanted to conduct a real wedding, so I had an idea of what I wanted to say in those circumstances. He continued as I thought ahead.

“We’ve already written our vows, so after you’ve said your piece and we’ve said our vows, you can just say ‘You’re man and wife’, that that would be it. Please, Mr. Eugene, will you do it?”

I could hear the plea in his voice and I was inclined to accept right there. If it had only been me, no problem, but I also had Lou to think of, too. And, if this was a hedonist-type place, just what was the dress code? I looked over at Lou and said, “What do you think, dear?”

Lou looked at me with that damn Cheshire cat grin. “I think you should do what you would like to do, Jonny,” she said. “However, I believe Mr. Harper is leaving out one very important detail, aren’t you Mr. Harper?”

I looked at Cole. “Oh?” I said, eyebrows raised.

“Uh,” started Cole, but he was interrupted by Lou, in her little girl voice.

“You gotta do it NAKED!” she gleefully stated. “No clothes, NOTHING!”

Cole had the decency to look chagrinned. “Is this true?” I asked. I expected it, of course, but I felt the need to make him squirm a little, myself.

“Yeah,” muttered Cole. “Yeah, it is. Will that be a problem?” He looked like a kicked puppy at this point. I hated it, but I couldn’t resist it.

“I guess not,” I said, my head filled with the implications. “Let me ask you this: will you, Gina and I be the only ones nude?”

“Oh, no,” he said without hesitation. “Everyone will be. No one’s allowed on the grounds clothed.”

“Oh,” I said. “How many guests?”

“About thirty or so,” he said. “They’re all people we’ve known through our society. I guess when all is said and done, there’ll be fifty, maybe, with you, Ms. Larue, our parents and all. Ms. LaRue told Gina that you didn’t have anything to be ashamed of, if you’re worried how you’ll stack up.”

“She did, did she?” I shot Lou a glance that held the promise of retribution at a later time. “I don’t know,” I said. “I don’t usually make comparisons.”

I thought about it for a few seconds. It would be interesting to participate. I never thought of myself as being particularly prudish, and many of my experiences in the past several months seemed to hit at an unsuspected exhibitionistic streak in me, not to mention Lou.

“All right,” I said. “I’ll do it. What time and where? Oh, and one other thing: do you want pictures?”

It turned out that they did want pictures and they would probably want a separate album. We negotiated for a couple of minutes, and he was willing to increase my fee by double just to insure our being there with our cameras strapped around our necks. He gave me a time and place and gave me very detailed directions. We checked them against a map program and then he was gone.

I stepped over to Lou when Cole had left. “You knew all about this, didn’t you?”

“Yep!” she said, getting out of the chair to stand right in front of me. “I know some other things, too, and all I’ll say is that this will be fun. Embarrassing, maybe, but lots of fun.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked.

“What, and not see the look on your face?” she laughed. “I should have had a camera. Beside, it was fun watching Cole squirm like that. I just wish that Gina could have seen it.”

I grumbled and groused a bit, then sat down and spent a little time with the Bible provided with the room. I took a few notes and then outlined something promising. I went into the other room and changed for the drive to the compound where the activities were to take place.

When we arrived at the place, we parked near to what looked like a clubhouse. We went in and were met at a desk by a very stunning young blonde. She was dressed in a shorty robe like one would wear as a cover-up at a pool. That her breasts were large and unencumbered was evidenced by the fact that she had an impressive amount of cleavage exposed, without any evidence of a bra. The fact that the robe was nearly transparent also gave us the knowledge that she was not wearing panties, either. When we approached, she stood up very straight and looked me right in the eye.

“How may I help you?” she asked.

Luckily, I was able to state our business without faltering and she directed Lou and me to a locker room where we could divest ourselves of our clothes. She also gave us a couple of keys for lockers in which to store our clothing. I did have one concern: where does a naturist put his wallet? I settled the question for me by putting the thing in one of the camera bags’ many pockets. With a little bit of trepidation, I picked up a camera bag and walked out the side door of the locker room and onto the grounds of a very beautiful and picturesque setting.

All around was green grass and trees dotted the landscape. I figured that the area behind the clubhouse took in all of about 60 acres of rolling landscape. I thought I knew the city fairly well, but I was astonished to see this much open land even on the edge of the city. There were flower beds around the building and the vista before me reminded me of a golf course, without the tees, greens and duffers hacking away.

One other big difference was the small knots of people in the near distance, all without a stitch of clothing on. I was taken a little aback when one person detached himself from a group and strode purposefully toward me. It was Mr. Tralmark.

“Thank you so much for doing this for us,” he said. “Once again, you have managed to make my little girl happy, which makes me very happy!”

Seeing him helped to calm me down a little, despite his very being very naked. That his wife, just as naked as he, came up from behind him and grabbed Lou in a hug, then did the same to me, stirred me up a little. If anything, her very svelte body rubbing up against mine caused me a little embarrassment. Yeah, I firmed up a bit. Lou looked at me and giggled, which actually did help.

Suddenly, Mr. and Mrs. Harper were there shaking our hands and hugging us, and shortly, Lou and I were so engrossed in taking pictures of the bride and groom, their parents, etc, that I lost whatever self-consciousness I might have had. In fact, there was a great deal of freedom to be felt when one didn’t have to worry about impressing others with clothing. We got on with our work, and soon it was time for the ceremony.

I was nervous. I don’t speak all that much in public. Small groups, yeah, but it’s really jokes and stories that I tell. And here I was, acting as a wedding officiant, merging two very nice people, but in front of about forty people who would be hanging on my every word. I was feeling the pressure.

Now, one thing they will tell you to do when speaking in public is to imagine your audience in their underwear. They don’t tell you what to think when your audience is in the nude! Imagine them clothed? Sheesh! I just know that God was up there snickering at my predicament. Lou was out there, too, in her altogether, snapping away with the camera. At least I didn’t have to worry about embarrassing myself by sporting a hard-on; I was too scared.

Everyone was looking at me, expectantly. Cole was shifting from foot to foot and Gina was looking up at me, her eyes shining. I cleared my throat.

“Thank you all for coming out on this beautiful afternoon,” I said to get things going. “I know that most of you were expecting Reverend Thomas up from Florida, but he is in a hospital being treated for kidney stones. I’ve been told that he is fine and is resting comfortably. He sends his regrets and wants you to know that his thoughts and prayers are with us today. I know that you all wish him speedy recovery.

“This morning, when Cole asked me to do this, he was gracious enough to explain a bit about the lifestyle he and Gina want to lead, and it gave me something to think about and eventually what I want to say today.”

I looked first to Cole and then to Gina. “In the movie, Forrest Gump, Forrest cannot understand why Jenny will not marry him. He says, at one point, ‘I not a smart man, but I know what love is.’

“We know what love is and what it isn’t, too. In his first letter to the church in Corinth, Paul laid it out very explicitly, and it has been quoted literally millions of times, so much that it is known as ‘The Love Chapter’. Let me paraphrase it.

“Love is not envious or proud, doesn’t boast or dishonor. It does not remember wrongs and does not enjoy evil, but it does love the truth.

“Love is kind, generous and patient. It protects and trusts, hopes and perseveres. Love never fails. And, when all is said and done, faith, hope and love remain, and the greatest of these is love.”

I took one hand from each of them and put their hands in my left hand and covered the hands with my right. “You know,” I said, “what love is and what it isn’t. If you should forget, you have all of these good people here to remind you.” I lifted my head and looked at my audience. “I hope that you will all remember what love is and what it isn’t, and help these two to live those words.”

I turned Gina and Cole towards each other and had them hold hands. “Yesterday,” I said, “you spoke pledges of honor, sacrifice and duty to each other. Now, speak from your heart, the love you have for each other.”

Gina took Cole’s right hand and placed it on her left breast. From my vantage point, I could see him give it a light squeeze. Her nipple stiffened and popped out in response; Gina had a little shiver as she spoke.

“Cole, you have had my heart from the moment we bonked heads so many years ago.” There was a twitter of laughter from the assembled guests and Gina took a deep breath before continuing. “When you stood up to both of our fathers and took the blame, I felt as protected as I did in my father’s arms. I give you my heart, now and forever, knowing you will protect it, and me, for all our lives.” There was a collective sigh from the congregation.

It was Cole’s turn, and he placed one of Gina’s hands on his chest. She took her other hand and lightly stroked his cock, causing it to swell. It was a good thing I was very confident in my own masculinity, or else I might have felt some insecurity. As it was, I heard some feminine gasps from the crowd, along with a couple of masculine groans.

“Gina,” he said, “I have loved you from the first time I saw you and I will guard my heart and yours with all the jealousy I can muster. I know that it will take death to stop me from being your guardian, your lover and your friend. I will always strive to make you proud of me.”

Again, the crowd was close enough for me to hear the sigh. Gina and Cole both turned to me, hand-in-hand. “Friends,” I said, “this marriage, this union, has been years in the making. It has seen trials and tribulations already, and so Gina and Cole are ready to make the next step. Even though they said vows yesterday, in front of witnesses, and so were legally married, I pronounce them man and wife in front of this special group of friends and family. What Nature’s God has joined together, may no man or woman tear asunder. Gina, Cole, please kiss each other and start your life as husband and wife!”

And what a kiss it was.

Gone was the reticence that Cole had displayed Friday night at the rehearsal. His nervousness and fumbling from that morning was also gone. He pulled Gina to him, crushing her in his arms, bending her over in a dip that was as deep as the kiss was long. The women around us sighed and the men started applauding. Cole kept the kiss going even as he loosened one of his arms and put it beneath Gina’s legs, lifting her up easily, swinging the two of them around in a circle.

You could hear Gina’s joyous laughter and the women joined the men in applause. I was glad I had the foresight to step back when the kiss started as Gina’s feet narrowly missed me in that spin. If she would have connected, I would have been in a world of pain and Lou would have been very upset because those feet would have connected with the most tender part of the male anatomy. I wasn’t hard, but I wasn’t soft and retiring, either!

In my peripheral vision, I was aware of a camera flash. Lou was still on the job and had been throughout the brief ceremony. I hate seeing myself in pictures, but I think I could stand it this time because I wouldn’t be seeing me; I’d be seeing the newlyweds!

Suddenly, a mat, large enough to spread two sleeping bags onto it, appeared at my feet, with both nude mothers maneuvering it into place. Cole gracefully knelt there, gently placing Gina length-wise on it. He bent down, kissed her again and then knee-walked around to where her knees had flung themselves open and apart. Her vulva glistened with her juices and the pink of her pussy winked up at me with her breathing.

“Hurry,” Gina said, low, but insistent, the urgency of that single word mirrored in her hands and arms as they tried to pull Cole down to her. The mothers stopped trying to move the mat, but sat back with their asses on their heels, close to where the action appeared about to start, leaning slightly forward to get a better view.

Cole moved forward slightly, fisting his now very hard cock. As he came forward, Gina’s hands looked like a child’s as her fingers crooked and straightened in a ‘come here’ gesture. When he got close enough, Gina’s right hand grabbed his cock, centering it in her cunt. He lunged; she screamed, not in pain but in fulfillment, her arms circling her man, her legs reaching around the back of his legs locking him in place. Cole straightened his arms and started pumping his cock in and out of his bride’s pussy.

Cole’s mother, already on her knees beside the couple, leaned in further, bending in closer to see the completion of the conjugal coupling, with Gina’s mother doing the same on the other side. Cole’s mother stroked his back, whispering in his ear. I caught a little of what she was telling him: “Come on, Cole, baby! Put a baby in that flat tummy of Gina’s! Make me a grandmother!”

On the couple’s other side, Gina’s mother was urging her daughter with similar statements: “Get him in deep, honey, pull him in! Make him come deep in that pussy! Make me a grandma!” All the while she said these things, she was stroking and pinching Gina’s nipples.

I was shocked to say the least, and not a little turned on! I wasn’t really prepared for this display, but I’d like to think I recovered quickly and I grabbed the camera I had stashed behind the arbor. I wasn’t going to miss capturing this! I was sure this was what Cole had been talking about earlier when he asked if I was going to take pictures. Boy, howdy, was I!

I moved to my right and squatted down, level with the tableau before me. There was Cole’s mother, cooing her instructions in his ear, rubbing his back, pushing on his ass and forcing him deeper into Gina. Gina’s mom was on the other side of the rutting couple, pinching and pulling her daughter’s puffy nipples, telling her daughter to relax and let him come in her. Both mothers were leaning in, their breasts dangling and bouncing with Cole’s motions. Gina, for her part, never let her heels come off Cole’s back and her grunts and wails signaled her oncoming orgasm.

Cole suddenly reared back with a roar, forcing his cock as deep as it would go within Gina’s sex. That he was injecting his semen deep into Gina was plainly evident and the assembled crowd applauded, whistled and called their approval. The mothers were kissing their children and each other and I was just happily clicking away, preserving the moment for their posterity.

Through the viewfinder, I watched as Cole collapsed on top of Gina and I heard both mothers praising their children. Over the children’s bodies, the mothers kissed and it was no friendly, sisterly kiss, either. I saw their tongues come out, dueling with each other and I saw their hand reach across the supine bodies below them to fondle the breasts and pussy of their friend. Their children were now forgotten as each woman worked to aid the ardor of the other. Their arms went around each other, and, as Jeanie’s face became the only one I could see, tears of joy streamed down her cheeks. I zoomed in for a close up of that and I was almost in tears myself.

Then, still through the viewfinder, I saw two pairs of male legs, one behind each of the two older women. Strong hands reached down and turned them 90 degrees away from each other, facing the same direction as Cole. The two men dropped heavily behind them and it was then that I realized that the two men were the women’s husbands. The surprise, though, was that Cole’s father was behind Gina’s mother and the man behind his mother was Gina’s father. Each of the sported cocks large and rampant and neither lost any time in foreplay but lunged into each of the women with a bellow. That each of the women received those cocks with only happy noises indicated just how wet and willing they were to receive the attentions of the men.

They all set up a rhythm that had the women squealing in their joy. The men, not to be out done, were pushing hard, telling the women just how they were going to make them pregnant again. Cole, looking up and seeing what was going on around him, roused Gina and had her get on her hands and knees just like her mother and her mother-in-law. He scrambled to be in the same position as the other men were behind the women. Gina’s cunt was dripping from his previous spend, so Cole’s push into her went easily and deep. All three men gripped their partner’s hips and were vigorously pounding them, causing the women to drop their heads onto their arms, pushing their asses higher. I caught them with their heads down, eyes closed in ecstasy, their men grimacing as they each emptied their load into the women.