Chapter 1

"Sex is an instinct, but it is also a learned skill. Just as eating is instinctive but the culinary arts are acquired through practice, and singing comes naturally but skill with a musical instrument comes from long training, the skills of love-making require practice to master. But mastery of those skills will enrich our lives in ways that mere sexual activity cannot. And as with all the other skills, early training is essential to complete mastery, starting from the moment that the young adult becomes interested in its possibilities."

—Alfonse Gregorio, from Return to Eden

To say I was startled when that fourteen-year-old blonde girl reached for my cock would be the understatement of the year. But that was my welcome to New Arcadia. I'd been to quite a few nudist camps and resorts all over the world, but this was by far the craziest. Or so I thought at first. But as I came to understand what was going on there, I realized that New Arcadia was the sanest of the bunch.

I was tipped off to the camp by a friend of mine whom I'd met at a nude beach on the West Coast. When he noticed that I had a bit of an erection, which I was trying to cover, he said, "Have you ever heard about New Arcadia?"

"No," I said. "What is it?"

"It's a sort of social experiment," he said. "It was started by this guy named Gregorio, on his private property, miles away from anybody else. Now they have resorts all over the place. I think you'd like it there."

"What's it about?"

"Well, for one thing, you don't have to hide your hard-ons. There's a lot of sex, but it's not an orgy by any means. I'll tell you more later." And he gave me an email address and told me that he would recommend me. When I contacted them, they asked for a lot of information, medical records, and references, all of which I sent them. After some delay, they mailed me back an invitation to spend Memorial Day weekend at their resort. In the envelope was a series of numbers, described as the combination to a gate lock, and a black plastic wristband, which I was instructed to put on as soon as I came through the gate.

The only entrance to the property was a gate that was opened by a keypad whose combination I'd been given my letter of invitation. I parked the car and stripped bare. As I was fastening the black plastic band around my wrist, three naked guys walked past me. They appeared to be in their twenties, like me. They all had boners, and they were keeping them fluffed while chatting easily about the weather. I was confused, because the email I'd received from New Arcadia told me that the camp was "family friendly" and I knew that open displays of eroticism are usually frowned on such places. But this was a family resort unlike any other.

A gaggle of teenagers passed, all of them nude except for sandals. They looked to be between fourteen and eighteen, both boys and girls. Some of the boys had hard-ons, and some of them didn't. The girls didn't seem to pay undue attention to the ones that did. It was as if seeing guys with boners was the most natural thing in the world for them, as indeed it proved to be, as I was to learn. What struck me as curious is that none of these men seemed to be immediately interested in fucking, despite their obvious arousals.

I followed the kids to a large open lawn where several people were sunbathing in the nude. I couldn't help but notice that almost all the men's dicks were at least half erect, but aside from a casual rub now and then they were making no effort to jerk themselves off. And many of the women were fondling their breasts or pussies. As I spread out my large beach towel, I noticed that one of the younger girls split off from that gaggle of kids and followed me. She saw me giving my cock, released from its confinement in boxer shorts and now swinging free, an innocent squeeze. Then she smiled. I smiled back, turned away and fished the suntan lotion out of the carryall I'd brought with me. When I turned around again, she was right there and, to my utter astonishment, she started rubbing her pussy, right there in front of me.

"You're new here!" she said. "I'm Denise." She had golden skin and blue eyes. She was fourteen, I learned later. Beautiful breasts, the size of grapefruit halves, and no tan lines. She had a red plastic band around her left wrist, and a tampon string dangling from her pussy.

"Glad to meet you! I'm George." I stuck out my hand to shake hers. She extended her hand but instead of grasping mine, she reached for my dick. She grabbed it and gave it a squeeze. "It's nice to meet you, George," she said. "Now do me!"

"What?"

"Grope me! That's how we say hello here. I squeeze your dick, and you grope my pussy. Here, I'll show you." And she took my hand.

"You extend your fingers and kind of bend them all back, except for the middle one." She shaped my hand into the desired configuration. Then she took the middle finger and pressed it gently against her puffy labia.

"Am I doing it right?" I asked.

"Well, sorta. My Dad likes to rub it up and down my slot a little, to separate the lips. It tickles me. That's how you say hello to the girls here."

"Am I supposed to greet every girl that way?" I asked in disbelief.

"Sure! If they want to say hello like that, they rub their pussies like I did. That means they want you to grope them. If she gives you a kiss when you do that, it means that it's OK to put your finger up her hole. Just a little ways, though."

"How do I greet the guys?" I asked.

"Just like with girls. You say 'hi, ' and squeeze your dick, and if they want to grope your dick, you let them. I saw you squeeze your dick when you smiled at me back there, so I figured you wanted to say hello."

"How do I know if the guys want their dicks groped?"

"They'll squeeze their dicks just like you did. And if they have boners, they'll probably want you to tickle them. Are you going to get a boner now?"

"Wouldn't people mind?"

"Why should they? It's what guys do. Just look around! Hey, do you want me to give you a boner? I'm good at it!"

I was speechless. If the situation wasn't surreal enough already, I heard a woman's voice behind me saying, "Who's your new friend, Denise?"

I turned around to behold a middle-aged naked woman of medium height with dark hair, a slim waist and full breasts. Like Denise, she was fingering her pussy, pushing her clitoral hood back and forth. She was wearing sunglasses, and her eyes were unreadable. Her wristband was gold.

"His name's George, Mom," she said loudly. And she added in a low voice to me, "Squeeze your dick!"

I gave it a squeeze and a shake, and the woman smiled and reached for it. She squeezed it gently and pulled me toward her.

"Now grope Mom," Denise coached. "It's OK, 'cause she rubbed her pussy."

"So my little girl has been teaching you the protocol around here?" the woman said with an amused smile. "Go ahead." I formed my hand into the shape that Denise had taught me and, pressing the heel of my hand into her mons, I felt along her slit with my finger. She was wet. Her hand tightened on my hardening dick.

Then she pinched her right nipple and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Did Denise say what to do now?"

I probed the entrance to her vagina and slipped my finger in to the first knuckle. She giggled and gave one of her breasts a squeeze. Denise was by now masturbating openly, rubbing her crease vigorously.

"I wanted to give him a boner, Mom! I saw him first!"

"Yes, you did, honey. Look, we can both do it. I bet you've never been jerked off by an eighth-grader, have you, George?"

"Are you serious?"

"Lie down," she said. "Let's oil you up, before you burn."

I stretched out on the blanket, my cock hardening. Denise spread the suntan lotion over it and started stroking it to full hardness. "Don't rush it, honey," I heard her mother say as she applied the oil to the rest of my body. "Some men need to cum right away, especially newcomers with no training, but it's better for them if you tease them for a while and get them used to not cumming. Do him like I taught you how to do Daddy."

The girl settled down to a slow, teasing stroke. Meanwhile her mother stretched out next to me and started fingering her own slot. As she did so, she took off her sunglasses. Her eyes were blue, with long lashes. "My name's Abby, George. Welcome to New Arcadia!"

"Mommy, look! The pre-cum's coming out! Can I have it? Or do you want it?"

"You can have it, sweetheart. But let me lick it first, to taste it." She sat up and reached for my crotch, and I felt her finger on the cap, wetting it with my pre-cum. She stuck the finger into her mouth and sucked on it. "Mmm! It's sweet! You're going to like it, dear!"

Then I felt two hands on my shaft. I was in heaven. Denise milked my dick expertly, and lapped at the pre-cum as it oozed from the cap in an almost continuous stream. I noticed that while there were plenty of people passing by, only a few gave us a second glance. One guy stopped and smiled as he stroked himself to a hard-on. And then a woman came up to him, gave him a kiss, and pulled on his arm, and they left, the man still stroking his rod.

Abby spoke again. "Do you want to cum now, George? It's allowed here, and it looks like you're ready for it. We don't expect newcomers to have the discipline to delay their orgasms."

"You want me to cum? In front of all these people?"

"Sure! It's nothing they haven't seen before!"

"If you say it's all right, then go ahead."

"OK. Now finish him off, Denise. Make him cum. I'll help." The two hands danced up and down my shaft, until I felt that pang of pleasure that told me that I'd just hit the tipping point, when there was no return. And then I came like a cannon, my sperm shooting out of my shaft in a succession of white gobs, arcing into the sunlight and splashing down on my chest and belly. The girls giggled, and Denise sampled a little of my jizz. "It's not as sweet as his pre-cum," she told her mother. "But it's not yuckky. Here, have some." She put some of the jizz onto her finger and held it out to her mother, who sucked the sperm off.

I rolled over with a groan and let them apply lotion to my back as my dick softened.

"Do you feel better now?" Denise asked as she used a corner of my towel to wipe the cum off my body.

"I feel great!" I replied. "How can I thank you girls?"

"Can I cum now, Mom? I've been in the Zone for over an hour now. Honestly!"

"Yes, dear."

"Then wank me 'til I cum," Denise demanded. "Then wank Mom."

Astonished at what I was hearing, I looked at Abby, and she smiled and nodded. "She's having her period right now, so fingerfucking would be awfully messy. But she loves getting her clit licked." So got to my knees, rolled the girl onto her back and went at her pussy with a will. She was already wet, and her pea-size clitoris was hard. Meanwhile, her nipples were being caressed and sucked by her mother. Denise started giggling, and then gasping, and then groaning as a climax swept over her. I was thunderstruck; I didn't know it was even possible for a girl to climax after only a few minutes of cunnilingus. Was it because she was on the rag, or was she naturally horny? She let the orgasm subside, and then staggered to her feet and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Now go and play with your friends," Abby said, "and let me get acquainted with George here." The girl kissed us both and trotted off.

"You can finger-fuck me and give me head if you'd like to," Abby said to me. "Start with two fingers." She spread her legs, giving me easy access to as beautiful a pussy as I've ever seen, with plump outer lips and a generous fold of inner lip, surrounded by a halo of neatly trimmed hair. I slipped the index and middle finger of my right hand up her slick cunt, and lapped at her slot. She pulled her cunt lips apart and exposed her clitoris, which was almost the size and firmness of a grape. I flicked it with my tongue as I plunged my fingers into her vagina.

Her breathing became deeper. "Three fingers now!" she said softly. "Look for my G-spot!" I probed her cunt walls until I found it, and pressed it hard as I nipped her clit lightly with my teeth. My reward was a gush of wetness as she gave a groan of contentment.

"No more now," she said shakily. "I'm OK for now. You're obviously not a novice at this, I can see! But I don't want to cum just yet. I want to stay in the Zone." Her breathing returned to normal. I was about to ask her what the "zone" meant when a young boy of about fifteen came up to us. Like Denise, he had a red wristband. He also had a full erection, which he made no effort to conceal.

"God, Mom! That was hot!" he said.

"Hi, Bruce!" she said. "Meet George. George, meet my son Bruce. How long have you had that boner, baby?"

"More than two hours. Three, almost."

"OK. Do you want me to take care of it now?"

"That would be great!" he said, and shoved his dick into his mother's mouth as she knelt before him. She gave him a few deep sucks, running her tongue on his dick's underside. The boy must have been on a hair trigger, because in less then a minute he was saying, "I'm gonna cum, Mom! I gotta cum!"

"Do you want to finish him off, George, or have him shoot it onto you?" I shook my head, still overwhelmed by all the wanton juvenile sex I was seeing.

"Then do it on my tits, baby." No sooner did she have the words out than the boy ejaculated, his jism spurting from his slim young cock onto his mother's full boobs. She gave the boy's cock a last suck and then a kiss.

"Can I go now, Mom?" Bruce said.

"Sure, baby. Just remember that we're leaving at dusk. Be back by then. And keep an eye on your sister."

"Sure thing," he said, and he was gone.

"Well, George, you must have a few questions," Abby said as she rubbed her son's jizz onto her breasts. "Like 'What on earth's going on around here?'"

"You've got that right!"

"Well, we raise kids a little differently here in New Arcadia. We're pretty much like other nudists except that we don't have any problems with overt sexuality ... masturbation in public, men with erections, and so on. The kids see that as soon as we bring them to the camp, when they're fourteen. So it all seems completely normal to them. By that time, they've already seen it on the Internet anyway. What they don't know is how much of that stuff is bogus. We teach them that erections are completely natural. And orgasms, too, for men and women alike."

"That's amazing," I murmured.

"Well, that's what we do. It all works out. This guy Gregorio, he was an anthropologist who worked with some of the tribes in the upper Amazon region. You know, like the 'Emerald Forest.' He was amazed at how free and open those people were with their sexuality, and how few sexual neuroses they had. He came to believe that most of our society's hang-ups with sex come from our attempt to conceal it for as long as possible, instead of showing it to children as soon as they're old enough to develop their sexuality in social situations. So he set up some camps like this one, to see if our culture could incorporate that attitude. And that was the beginning of New Arcadia."

She took a bottle of water from a canvas tote she had and took a swig. "Our kids don't think there's anything special about nudity, or hard-ons, or people masturbating. They know there's nothing wrong with it, because they've seen adults and older teens doing it all the time. They just see sex as a craving they have, like hunger and thirst, and satisfying that craving is as natural and commonplace as eating a sandwich or drinking a Coke."

"So let me get this straight ... you actually masturbate in public? Both sexes? And let your kids watch?"

"Absolutely! If it gets them hot, they know they can join in on the fun. The only thing we don't let them do is fuck us, or fuck each other, until we say so. They know that that's how babies are made, and they know that it's not really necessary, as long as they can satisfy their lust through masturbation."

"Including mutual masturbation?"

"Yup. And speaking of that, they also learn that No Means No. If their prospective partner isn't into it, the kid shouldn't pursue it. It has to be totally consensual. That's Rule Number One around here."

"Is this mutual masturbation all ... well ... mixed-sex?"

"You mean, is some of it same-sex? Of course!

There are boys who like to jerk off other boys, and girls who like to wank other girls. Their sexual orientations don't really seem to set in until their late teens. Until then, it's all good. All the kids that are raised here end up being at least a little bisexual. And there isn't any stigma attached to expressing a preference for gay sex, for kids and adults alike. I think Bruce is going to end up pretty hetero, like his dad, although he likes to play jack-off games with his friend Troy. You know, see who can cum the most, or shoot the farthest. Normal kid stuff."

She took another swig and handed the bottle to me. I took a sip. "But as I said," she continued, "there's no fucking in public here. If a woman comes up to you and you do a little groping, that only means that she wants some mutual masturbation, not fucking. Remember that. Same thing for guys. You can take it as far as you want, from arousal to orgasm, but you never go farther than your partner wants to go. When they call it off, either find another friend or just jack off. That's Rule Number Two."

"What's Rule Number Three?"

"Enjoy yourself, and try to stay in the Zone!"

"What zone?" I meant to ask her, but then a burly man came up to us. He was accompanied by a girl, just blossoming into womanhood, who carried a large beach towel. Both were wearing green wristbands. I immediately noticed the girl's small, high breasts adorned with brown gumdrop nipples. She also had the kind of crotch I find most appealing, almost hairless, with plump labia and a sizable gap between her legs. She had almost black hair, puffy kiss-me lips, and violet eyes that sized me up coolly. Although I had just cum, something in that gaze went straight to my groin.

The man with her was friendly. He gave his limp dick a squeeze, and I stood up and did the same to mine. He extended his hand and we "shook dicks," so to speak. "George, this is Zeke, my husband. Zeke, George. Denise just got George's rocks off."

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