The Nudists 4 by Olivia Palmer
(gf, mast, anal, veg, lac, exhib, feet, hirs, ws, scat)
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As the second anal orgasm of my life rocked through me, I clutched at my one titty not in the piss and pinched at my nipple, sucking for all I was worth at my fingers and groaning, my whole body gone stiff-loose-stiff, as I rolled slowly over onto my belly again. Then I farted. And farted again. Shuddering through the last spasms of my come, more farts rippled through me. And then, just as the last one burst forth, so did something else.
I felt it pop, lightning-fast, past my quivering anal ring and leave my body. Then I felt it splash into the urine pooled between my parted thighs.
I'd pooped!
Freezing for a moment, I felt the little nugget float over and bob against the skin up high near my pussy. I slowly pulled the fingers from my mouth and looked at them, wondering how I hadn't felt that little turd up inside just a few moments before. My fingers were slick and clean-looking, though, without a trace of poo on them. Maybe my cummy had just wiggled a random bit out of me?
And did it matter, anyway? Really?
I was in my own bathroom, behind a locked door, playing with my own body however my own self felt like playing. So what if I'd pooped. I'd been playing with my butt. That's were the poop came from, after all! It seemed kinda natural.
Reaching back, I collected the hard little thing and brought it around for inspection. Propping myself up in the tub on my elbows, still lying on my belly in the middle of my rapidly-cooling pool of urine, I looked for a long time at the slimy but firm thing, passing it from one hand to the other, rolling it across my palms.
It was not perfectly round. It was more like an egg shape, with little creases and cracks in it. Altogether it was maybe two inches at its longest, maybe half that much at its widest. It was very dark brown and, no matter how many times I sniffed it, the little thing seemed to barely smell at all. A little bit poopy, yes, but not much. Not hardly. Really, all I could smell was my pee. That was way stronger in my nose than the little turd!
I wondered why the bathroom smelled so strongly after pooping in the toilet. Was it the farts? Did most poops actually not smell as bad as the farts that came along with them? Was it just this poo that didn't smell, maybe because it was smaller and harder for some reason? Part of me forgot about being horny and seriously thought about it all for a while. Finally, though, a sudden shiver went through me – the air conditioner had kicked on and a fresh breeze blew across my naked backside in the tub – and as I glanced up at the vent I saw the end of the celery stalk sticking out over the inside edge of the tub.
And I remembered my plan.
Carefully setting my poo up on the edge of the tub next to the carrot, I reached out and grasped the celery stalk that lay beside it. Bringing it to my mouth, I licked and slurped up and down its length to get it slippery, and then I had an even better idea. I dropped it in the pee and let it float and bob for a moment, pushing it around with my finger.
Then I picked it up and laid it flat upon my flat hand. Even being just half of the original stalk, this piece was longer than my hand. One end lay at the joining of my wrist to my palm, while the other end extended a couple inches past my outstretched fingers. This would go so much deeper inside my butt than my fingers! I couldn't wait to find out how good that must feel!!
It was then that I noticed something: there were thin little stains of brown running perpendicular to the celery across my hand – my palms and fingers were smeared a little from my inspection of the nugget.
I stared at the stains for a long time. I held up my other hand to see: the same thing. More thin trails of poo smeared lightly across my palm and fingers.
I held the celery between my hands and delicately stroked its length, one hand at a time. Then I rolled it gently back and forth between them. Finally, I looked at my palms and fingers again. Most of the brown was gone. The celery didn't look all that different, but when I sniffed it there was definitely a poo smell mixed with the pee smell. My palms were that way too, and so were my fingers. My head began to feel a little light as realized what I was doing.
I was playing with my poop.
For some reason, those stains made a stronger impression on me than the turd itself had done. Those stains were evidence. They were a reminder of my dirty, naughty, bad-girl ways. My heart pounded even harder as I realized how wild and free that made me feel – how happy to be doing whatever I wanted, how proud I was to have discovered so much about my body and how to make it feel so good! Nobody in the world had to ever know what I liked doing in private. Nobody in the world had the right to know. It was the private me, my private self, my private pleasure.
There I was, lying naked in a shallow pool of my own cold, smelly pee, playing with the residue of my own poop on my hands, about to shove a vegetable deep inside my butt. And nobody, ever – not anyone, not at any time – would find out about it.
It was my body. My good feelings. And I wanted more of them!
For a moment I thought of Annabeth, of her hooded eyes and the mysterious expression on her face as she'd farted in the bathwater and watched me trying so hard to act normal about it. I wondered if she had a secret, private self, too. I wondered what she did when nobody in the whole world could find out about it, not ever.
I suddenly, desperately, wanted to know exactly what Annabeth's private pleasures were!
But I pushed that aside for the moment and focused on the bigger plan – fucking my butthole with that lovely long celery stalk!
I reached back and pushed the smooth curving end of it against my sloppy, ready anus. My hole twitched and almost seemed to suck the celery in as I began to push. It felt so cold as it went inside! Slowly, so slowly, I pressed it deeper and deeper into me. It was like an icy finger at first, but then my body quickly warmed it. Soon I held it hard by the tip between my thumb and first two fingers, with all of it inside me but that very little bit. I twisted it a little. Jiggled it. Wiggled it. Deep inside me, I could feel it move. I could feel it move against my hot inner flesh. Against my tummy almost. It had slid up into a part of me I'd never been aware of before, and for a very long time I just kept moving the celery around in weird ways and odd patterns, enjoying the new sensations.
But then I wanted to feel better. So I began to move it in and out.
Slowly at first, and then with more speed, I pulled the stalk nearly all the way free of my butthole and then plunged it back in. Over and over I fucked the slender vegetable into my ass. A squelchy, squishy, sexy rhythm began to echo all around the bathroom. I closed my eyes and listened as much as I felt.
And then I smelled my poo again. I smelled it a lot. At nearly the same time I felt a warm glob of it sliding out of my butt around the edges of the thrusting celery. I was a quarter of the way on my hip, with my top leg thrown over into the piss. The warm poo slime slid out of my butt and onto my lower leg and held still for a bit, but as I kept on fucking my hole it slowly spread over my sensitive skin and down toward the piss in the tub, just past my pussy lips, tickling my little hairs there a bit.
I groaned and shuddered hard into another orgasm, softly splashing cold piss all around me and moaning way louder than I probably should. But I felt so good and so wild! I was fucking the poo out of myself!!
It was so sick, but so exciting, too!
As the harder spasms faded and I began to just kind of quiver with this electric sort of excitement, I quickly pulled the celery out of my butt and flicked it into the pee up near my face. I didn't look at it on purpose. I could smell it well enough. Instead, I glanced back at the edge of the tub and grabbed for the half-carrot. It was the fat half. Mommy had only used the narrow end for her salad. It was only about as long as my middle finger, so I dug my nails into the end of it as I pressed it against my slimy, loose butthole.
Oh, how much bigger! And it slid. Right. In.
I groaned all over again to feel the incredibly fat-seeming carrot stretch my excited anus. In reality it was maybe the girth of three of my fingers – maybe not even – but at that moment in my head, and to my ecstatic nerves, it felt like a giant fat turd, moving in reverse. Hard and cold, it went in as far as I could get it. With my nails dug deep into the end, I pushed until even the tips of my grasping thumb and fingers were just barely inside my ring.
I held it there for a moment and sighed. So good! I could feel my poo against my thumb and fingers as I relished feeling so stretched and full. I opened my eyes and looked at the celery, floating mere inches from my nose. It bobbed, fully submerged, just beneath the surface of my piss pool. The curved U of its length was facing up. And that groove was filled to the brim, nearly from tip to tip, with my shit.
I came again, harder than ever. And lost my grip on the carrot!
The brittle end I'd been pinching with my nails snapped off, and suddenly the whole thing was inside my spasming butt! Panicked, but still coming, I immediately, instinctively tried to push it back out.
As I rode through the rest of my come, trying so desperately to shit, I began to fart, hard and loud. Harsh cracks and deep rumbles echoed around the small bathroom as my bottom shook and erupted with splatters of poo, pushing out around the hard cylinder of the root that was blocking the way out. My leg, extended out beneath me toward the far end of the tub, was quickly painted with my hot, wet poo.
I even felt some land with a splat on my feet!
The stench overpowered me and I rolled my face, without even thinking about it, into the piss – accidentally sucking some of it into my nose and mouth and then spluttering, spitting, and choking to breathe freely. It was the choking and sudden focus on somewhere other than my asshole that did the trick. In the middle of a harsh series of barking, burning coughs, I shit loose the carrot. It flew out of my ass and bounced off my ankle at the end of the tub, followed by a massive surge of semi-soft poo.
Much later, after I'd showered and washed the poo down the tub drain, after I'd washed and re-washed my hair and my body and made sure to even soap and re-soap the carrot and celery – even after I'd dried off and sat on top of the closed lid of the toilet and sniffed and sniffed at the two vegetables, still smelling slightly of my poo – my tender, greedy butthole was still twitching and throbbing happily.
My pussy oozed and called to me as well. My nipples were anxious needy little bitches, too, begging to be touched. In fact, every part of my seemed to vibrate and want more.
First, I ate the celery as I slowly slid the carrot up and down my wet slit. It's hardness moving against my clit brought me to another wonderful orgasm, and I pissed a little bit onto the tiles and my feet as I shook through it and moaned. I ate the carrot next, amazed and very pleased at how not-shitty either of the vegetables tasted. Even though they still smelled, their flavor was more or less normal. A little different, maybe, but not bad at all. My pussy juice on the bottom end of the carrot, in fact, was downright delicious.
Then I found myself staring intently at the nugget of poo. It was still sitting where I'd left it on the edge of the tub.
My whole body was tingly and high, my head was spinning, and I felt free to try anything. So before I really thought about it, I got down on my knees, on the piss-splattered tiles next to the tub, and lowered my face onto the edge of the tub, putting my nose right up next to the hard little turd.
For the longest time I just knelt there, sniffing, fingering my butthole, rubbing my pussy, enjoying the dizzy joy of my naughty, dirty ways. Then my body, finally, reacted.
Retching, coughing, I leaned over the edge of the tub, with my shoulders resting on the cold curving surface, my face hanging with my damp hair falling all around it, as one hand worked frantically on my pussy while the other was wiggling, tugging, and digging at my butthole. As I shuddered and thrashed around, my shoulder knocked the poo nugget back into the tub.
As soon as I saw it, I came. My anus gripped my finger like a vise and once again my pussy spurted a little pee.
The rain was still pounding outside, but the thunder and lightning had mostly subsided. It was getting past mid-afternoon by the time I finished with scrubbing the tub and tiles and generally erasing all the traces of my naughtiness. Except for the faintest taste that still lingered in my mouth. I hadn't brushed my teeth yet. I didn't know if I even wanted to. Not ever.
Yet I had some doubts. I admit it. One part of me was worried I'd just made myself sick. Another part of me was worried I'd just gone crazy. But those parts were both being sat upon and squashed, more and more with each passing moment, by the biggest part of me – the part that liked how my pussy still oozed and throbbed, how my butthole still quivered and ached to be touched, and how my nipples still demanded my fingers upon them, every few moments, rubbing lightly.
I was still naked. I was still horny. I was still thrilled, more than anything, at how wide open and how free the whole world seemed to be for me and all my sensitive parts – including my rapidly-evolving imagination.
Mommy was still across the house in the master bedroom with the babies when I finally emerged from my new favorite place – my little bathroom. I put away the cleaning supplies in the utility room and threw the floppy yellow gloves into the trash. Tiptoeing to her end of the house, I listened quietly at Mommy's door. No sounds at all.
Like I'd done first thing that morning, I once again crawled to the near side of the huge king bed, keeping out of sight of my baby brother. He lay contentedly on his back, batting at a mobile propped above his face, keeping one eye on the colorful flashes of the silent TV up high on the chest of drawers. The twins were in their swings. I could hear them far across the room, beyond my brother's playpen, doing their little synchronized baby-snores.
I could hear my mommy's breathing, low, deep, and steady. Slowly, I raised my face above the top of the bed. There she was, still every bit as naked as me, but she looked more pink and clean this time – like she'd had a shower, too. Once again she lay on her back, propped up with some pillows, with her legs spread wide apart. The hair covering her pussy was fluffier, brighter, and so were the hairs along her legs and running up her belly. I rested my hands lightly on the edge of the bed and leaned over toward her nearest foot. I sniffed. Sniffed again. Not much. I put my nostrils as close as I could without touching and sniffed one last time, trying to catch just a little whiff of her scent again.
Then her foot flexed and whacked me lightly in the nose!
Mommy was awake!
I rocked back away from bed, onto my haunches, and stared in a panic at my mommy's grinning, sleepy face. She rolled onto her hip toward me and reached out, waving me closer. I nudged toward her on my knees, until my face was straight across from hers. My heart felt like it was in my throat! Suddenly I wondered if it had been such a good idea to not brush my teeth. I tried holding my breath as best I could, then breathing through my nose, terrified of what my mommy might smell.
"You little monkey," she purred sleepily, her hand lightly stroking my cheek, "what have you been up to?"
I blinked. Gulped. Closed my eyes. I didn't know what to say.
I couldn't think straight, anyway – her fingers felt so good against my face! My whole body suddenly felt lighter, hotter, despite the deep stabs of terror that seemed to puncture me all over.
I shrugged and just stared back at her, trembling no matter how hard I tried to stop it. And I smiled a little, too, despite my fears. She was so pretty. It was hard not to smile back at her when she was obviously so content and happy, at least for that moment.
"Still naked, I see..." she whispered, then winked at me. "And so am I."
I nodded. Her soft fingertips slid over my skin, tracing my jawline, tickling my lips and the tip of my nose. My pussy began to pound in time with my hammering heart. I wanted to touch myself very, very badly.
"Well," she continued, still speaking so quietly I could barely hear, "whatever it was, it sounded like fun."
Shocked more than ever, I jerked back again, away from her touch, and froze. She'd heard me! I was caught!
Suddenly, all those feelings of freedom and confidence shattered and disappeared, replaced by an overwhelming surge of panic. I was in trouble. So much trouble! What in the world was Mommy going to do to me?
But my mommy didn't stop smiling. With a fluttery long hand she motioned for me to come back toward her. Stiffly, full of fear, I finally did. Her soft fingers once again touched me, cupping my chin, raising my face a little higher in the dimly flickering light of the room.
"Just enjoy it while you can, baby," she whispered. "Enjoy it before the boys fuck it all up."
I gasped and yet somehow managed to hold her stare for a while longer, enjoying the warm feelings her hand and her soft eyes were giving me. Mommy had cursed! And she'd told me it was OK to... to... do things to myself! I could hardly believe it.
Finally she let go of me and winked again. "Just be careful when Daddy is home, OK? We don't want him getting the wrong idea."
I nodded and started to retreat, crawling backwards on my hands and knees. But then I went back and raised myself up a little over the bed, leaning in and kissing my mommy. I put my hands on her cheeks and pressed my mouth hard against hers. Her lips were soft and full and dry, and as I ground mine against hers, they parted slightly and I felt a bit of the wetness hidden within. Then I let go and whispered a husky, "Thank you!" before I dropped back to the floor and scampered away.
At that point it wasn't even four o'clock, and I found myself exhausted and wanting to do nothing more than go to sleep. I slid into my bed, barely even aware of the faint odor of urine that still clung to the sheets. I was still naked, but I barely even cared that my tender nipples were rubbing so deliciously across the fabric as I rolled onto my side and clutched at my pillow. I felt Mommy's crusty panties against my hand as I snuggled in deep and pulled the covers up to my chin. I was too tired to even pull them out and give them a little sniff. They weren't going anywhere, though, were they? It would be a nice little treat to wake up to.
A few hours later, when my daddy knocked at my door and peered into my dark room, asking me if I wanted some of the KFC he'd brought home, it was all I could do to moan out a tired "Not hungry!" and then roll back over and return to sleep. Somehow, that was enough. He left me alone and let me sleep for the rest of the rainy night.
Maybe my mommy had said something crafty to get me off the hook. It was the first time since the twins had been born that I hadn't spent at least part of the evening holding and rocking one or both of them out in the living room in front of the television, while Daddy played with my little brother and gave my mommy her only few hours off.
I awoke very late the next morning to summer sunshine and birds chirping happily outside, refreshed and once again tingling from head to toe. I'd kicked the covers off at some point, so I found myself nude on my back, both arms thrown up above my head over the pillow, and my feet flung wide apart. Just like my mommy. I was comfy, only a little chilly, and I instantly thought what a good idea it would be drag out Mommy's panties for a bit of play time.
Just as I lowered my arm to reach for the panties, though, the doorbell rang.
Darn it!
Mommy couldn't answer a door, not with three babies always about to go crazy. I wondered if she just ignored it when she was home alone with them. Considering what I'd just about started to do, I was much more inclined to stay put in my comfy, smelly bed. But then the doorbell rang again. Babies began to bawl at the far end of the house. I knew I had to get up.
Throwing on Mommy's old Bad Company t-shirt, which was balled-up in a tangle of sheets at the foot of the bed, I burst from my room and ran for the front door. Mommy was standing naked in the doorway to the master bedroom, bouncing my little brother on one hips while she held one of my twin sisters to her heavy boob. My other sister was still back in her swing, protesting with all her little might.
"Oh, Marlie," she exhaled. "Thank goodness, baby! I was just about to yell for you to come out. Please get that if you don't mind. If it's for me, just take a message, OK?" Then she closed the door with her foot. That did almost nothing to muffle my sister's crying, but at least my nude mother could now have a little privacy.
Just as I put my hand on the doorknob, the bell rang again. "How rude!" I muttered to myself, flustered. It was at that moment, stopping and pausing to go up on tiptoes and peer through the peep-hole in the door, that my stink finally caught up with me. The t-shirt was so smelly! I'd gotten pee on it the night before, when I'd come and lost control on Mommy and Daddy's carpet. The shirt had gotten half-soaked in it while I'd scrumped around on the floor.
Ugh! Now I didn't want to answer the door! Besides, I didn't even have any panties on. What if it was some kind of official person, like the mailman? Or a Jehovah's Witness?!
I squinted through the peep-hole just to make sure what I was about to deal with, and all I could see was the top of an umbrella. It was dark blue, with one tattered part of it ripped away from the tip of one of the wiry ribs. Who in the world could be out there?
Unsure what to do, I waited, straining to see through the peep-hole. After a few more moments, rather than ring the bell for a fourth time, the person began to move away. The umbrella slowly spun about and bobbed farther away from the door. Then I saw who was beneath it, as first the feet, then the strong sturdy legs, and then that unmistakeable chubby bottom wobbled into view.
Annabeth!
I threw off the chain and flipped over the bolt and flung the door wide open.
"Hellooooo!" I sang out, waving at my new best friend's back.
Annabeth jumped a little, startled, and froze for a moment. I noticed that her back, in fact, was covered in sweat. She wore her usual long Care Bears t-shirt, and the thin fabric was utterly plastered to her skin. It looked like the short walk down the road from her house to mine had just about done her in. As she turned to face me, frowning a little in a huffy, impatient kind of way, I couldn't help but notice that she wore nothing else but her flip flops. Obviously no panties. Very extremely obviously no bra. Her shirt was just as transparently stuck to her chest with sweat as it was to her back. Her puffy boobies, with their stiff little nipples pulling them out even farther, captivated my attention.
She looked so sexy!
The shirt had ridden up her thighs as she'd been walking and sweating, and apparently at some point she'd tried to pull it away from her chest for a little breather, perhaps. That had made a large wet fold form at the top of her little belly – it seemed to be caught between the damp bottom curve of her breasts and the top edge of her soft round tummy. The end result was that the front hem of her t-shirt was raised well above her knees, most of the way up her strong, fat thighs, so that I could very nearly see the bottom curve of her pussy.
Like a crazy person, I just stood there and gawped at her and kept waving, while she cocked her head at me in annoyance and rolled her eyes.
"God," she grumbled. "What took you so long? It's like a million degrees out here."
"Sorry!" I squeaked, skipping out to her and grabbing her wet arm, pulling her toward my house. "I was just waking up!"
At first Annabeth didn't budge, and I quickly realized I had nowhere near the strength to make her. So I stopped pulling and just lowered my two hands to fold around her one. My heart felt like it was beating so loudly, surely she could hear it!
I pressed on her hand a little and took one small step more forward, until my chest was almost touching hers. Our eyes were at the same level, even though I was over two years younger, because I was tall for my age and she was short. I just stared at her up close like that for a little while and held her hand, and soon enough Annabeth's face softened. Her annoyance and discomfort melted away, and she smiled.
I smiled even bigger! "Come inside and cool off!" I offered, and this time my friend let me lead her into the house.
As she took down her umbrella and wrapped the velcro strap neatly around its middle, I noticed Annabeth's thick curly brown hair was sticking all to her neck on the sides and in the back. Her short hairdo, in fact, was a complete disaster in the humidity steaming up off the streets and sidewalk , and she smelled like wonderful, sweaty girl.
She leaned the umbrella against the corner next to the door, and then I had her by the hand again, leading her straight toward my bedroom. Then I remembered my mommy. So I stopped Annabeth in the kitchen and held a finger to my lips.
"Hang on," I whispered. "I'll be right back."
I skipped lightly to Mommy's bedroom door and opened it just enough to stick my head inside. My little brother was jumping up and down in his walker, bumping it over and over against the side of the bed as he stared up at my mommy and grinned, drooling spit-up out of both corners of his mouth. Mommy sat up on the bed with a twin at each breast, her legs crossed with a pillow in her lap beneath them. She seemed to have been waiting for me because she was alert and smiling when I my eyes met hers.
"Is it a friend of yours?" Mommy asked.
"Yes!" I said. "Annabeth from down the street!"
Mommy nodded, "A Hodgson girl? Well, that's really nice. Is that who you've been playing with so much this summer?"
I nodded and grinned, "Yup! She's really nice! Can she play here for a little while today? Is that OK?"
"Sure," Mommy said. Both twins were more or less finished nursing, and she carefully laid one across the pillow beneath her boobs and raised the other to her shoulder for some light burping.
"Have you eaten breakfast yet?" my mommy asked as she gently thumped on my sister's tiny back. She grinned at me in a crooked little way. I barely noticed, though, because I was watching the milk still trickling out of both of her swollen boobs.
I almost missed it, but in the next instant I realized what Mommy was doing – well, I began to really, really hope I knew what my mommy was doing! I fervently shook my head.
"Nope! I'm really starving, too!" I grinned back. "Can I have some cereal?"
Mommy's grin only got bigger. "Of course, baby!" she nodded. Then she raised her chin a little and looked past me. "Why don't you find out if Annabeth wants some, too?"
"Do what?" I asked. Surely she didn't mean....
"You heard me," Mommy chirped happily. "Go ask her. Tell her we just got some fresh new m-"
"GOT IT!" I squeaked, goosebumps suddenly rushing all over my skin and prickling against the inside of my rumpled, smelly t-shirt. My nipples rapidly swelled, like they were in a race with my pussy, and soon both on top and down low I was feeling very, very needy again. Needing to be touched.
I was rapidly back in the kitchen asking Annabeth about having come cereal. She shrugged.
"Why not?" she said. "I already ate breakfast, but that was like two hours ago, and Juliet made eggs and stuff, you know? I like cereal, too."
She'd climbed up on a bar stool already and was looking all around, much more relaxed now, clearly pleased at being able to sit and enjoy the air conditioning. Her shirt was still stuck to her all over, but she definitely seemed more at ease. As a new thought occurred to me she picked her nose and ate it, studying our family pictures stuck to the fridge.
"And I'll see if we can be nakey together here, too," I volunteered. Annabeth jerked her head around to stare at me with wide, surprised eyes.
"My mommy doesn't really mind me doing that lately," I continued in a rush, "so maybe she'll let us both do it together! I'll see!"
I ran back to Mommy's room and poked my head in again. I whispered breathlessly before really looking, "Yes, Mommy, she wants cereal too, and..." but then I froze for a moment, bewitched.
She had the twins swaddled and back in their swings, snoozing away. My little brother was now in the master bathroom, his walker about to get stuck between the toilet and the shower stall. His chirps and coos were beginning to take on a more frustrated tone as he bumped and rattled back and forth from one porcelain edge to another.
My mommy still sat upright in her bed, but now the two business ends of her electric pump were pressed to her chest. A clear plastic funnel was over each breast, and her nipples were being pulled impossibly far out away from the rest of her boobie-flesh, filling the entire neck of each funnel, sealing it and making the vacuum work. No wonder her nips were so huge! I found myself coming all the way into the room and approaching the bed, transfixed by the sight of her nipples being pulled, released, pulled, released... and milk spurting out of them, running down a transparent plastic tube attached to each funnel, and dripping her yummy white juice into a clear bottle that she held upright between her thighs, right up against her bare, blonde-haired pussy.
For a moment my whole world was the low droning rhythm of the pump, the squirting milk, and my mommy's pulsating, fat, delicious-looking nipples. Then Mommy broke the spell.
"The Hodgsons are nudists, aren't they?" she murmured, trying not to disturb the babies. "That's why you were doing that yesterday, isn't it? Running around in your birthday suit."
I nodded. Gulped a little.
"So you were being a nudist at Annabeth's house, too? Whenever you'd go over to visit?"
I nodded again. My mouth and throat were rapidly becoming too dry for much real gulping. I didn't think I could speak just then, even if she'd tried to make me. It felt like the blood was draining out of my head completely, flooding in a thick pounding rush straight down to my titties and pussy, creating a circuit of heat that was making me light-headed. I swayed a little as I awaited whatever my mommy was going to say next.
But she just shrugged and chuckled, shaking her head. "You little monkey," she grinned. "I bet you want to be a nudist again today, here at home with Annabeth now, don't you?"
Nodding, nodding, nodding!
Mommy narrowed her eyes at me suddenly, though. "What about that little brat Johnny? Her brother. Don't tell me he's been naked around you – or that you've been naked around him!"
In a flash I was leaning toward her on the bed, my palm pressed against the mattress, as I looked up at her with begging, desperate eyes.
"No Mommy! Not ever!" I hissed. "I swear! And their daddy hasn't been home a single time, not even once!"
My mommy relaxed after that, shrugging. Finally, after what felt like forever, she spoke again.
"Well, OK, I guess it's OK," she muttered. "Just don't tell your daddy. About any of it. Ever. He would not understand."
She set her jaw and looked at me with hard, serious eyes. "And don't you let any male – no boy, no man – see you naked. Not until you're grown. You hear? All the way grown!"
I nodded frantically, fearfully. Tears welled up and ran down my cheeks. I realized I was biting at my lower lip, about to really bawl. But then Mommy leaned toward me a little, bumped the side of her blonde-haired head against my cheek. As she leaned back I saw her smiling gently, and then she shrugged and sighed.
I leaned back off the bed, wiping at my eyes, excited, still a little uncertain. Things seemed to have changed so much after just one rainy day!
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