Although I've been a member here for nearly 20 years, this is my very first contest entry. I have no idea why I decided to enter, I'm not a nudist or an exhibitionist, I have no desire to become one (well... maybe a little), and I've never met anyone who admits to being a nudist or an exhibitionist. So, while embarking on categories that I've never written, I decided to add a couple more, such as Incest and Mature. All characters that engage in sexual activities on this story are eighteen or older and no one in this story is based on an actual human living or dead, all are a creation of my imagination.

This story centers around a plant known in North America as the Japanese Sago Palm, Sago Palm, or occasionally the King Sago, and I've heard Samauri Palm, a botanist will call it Cycas revoluta. It's a really cool looking tropical plant especially if you trim it properly. They're very hardy and need no maintenance other than trimming the branches off every spring. HOWEVER -- this species is 250 million years old, there's very few living species on this planet that have survived that long with as little change as the Sago Palm. It had to survive on a planet full of hungry dinosaurs, so it learned how to defend itself. Be very careful, their fronds (leaves) do have a toxic sting, I have 10 of them and get stung all the time, but as anyone who raises roses knows, it's the price of growing beauty.

Please leave a comment and let me know what you think!

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Back in 1972 Dennis Delaney moved from West Virginia to south Georgia before it became fashionable to move south in your later years. Dennis moved because he got a job offer at the St. George, Georgia water plant, so disliking the growing influx of tourists in his hometown of Harpers Ferry WV and the madness of his job in York PA, he and Linda May pulled up stakes and moved south.

The tiny city of St. George is right on the Georgia/Florida state line in a unique place where the normally east/west state line runs north/south following the St. Mary's river as it comes out of the Okefenokee swamp and creates the Georgia Hook, an area where Georgia dips deep into Florida. St. George is the farthest south you can go in Georgia, in fact, straight east of St. George is Jacksonville Florida.

Dennis and his wife Linda May grew up in the West Virginia countryside near Harpers Ferry, children of the great depression, but they learned that the land would provide and that's how their families survived. Then came World War 2 and after a quick wedding Dennis marched off to war. He returned four years later, a changed man; built up in some ways, shattered in others, but still Dennis, and Linda May cried with relief that Her Man was home.

After a period of readjustment Dennis and Linda May settled into a happy life in nearby York Pennsylvania. They spent most of their time in York but returned to visit home and kin in Harpers Ferry almost every weekend. Eventually the area was building up so much that when the opportunity arose in St. George they spoke about it, prayed over it, then returned to the deep rural life they love, this time in the "Southest" part of Georgia. Although there were no mountains, they were back in the country, but they weren't far from the city of Jacksonville, and the best part -- no more winters!

Dennis and Linda May bought a rambling ranch home on a large spread of land just outside of St. George, a tiny community of 3 churches, one gas station, one five and dime, one restaurant, and one stop sign. Darnell's Five and Dime was a small general store with basic items, and it also had a soda fountain and ice cream, and as always, The Boys. The Boys were, and still are, fellows from the local area who gather most every day to "jaw." Nothing makes a hot, humid north South Georgia summer day go by like conversation over a cold soda or maybe a snow cone with good friends.

That's where Dennis met Yoshi Nakamura, a local character. Yoshi is a retired schoolteacher and a funny guy with an infectious sense of humor, he and his wife Chima moved here to teach at the county high school, Yoshi teaching biology and sociology, and Chima teaching math and psychology. The property they bought has an actual greenhouse which the Nakamuras put to great use and now that they're retired, they spend most of their waking hours in the greenhouse. Yoshi and Dennis both have a deep fondness for gardening and Dennis would like nothing better than to develop a Japanese style garden on the small island in his pond and Yoshi was brimming full of ideas. It was a match made in heaven and he and Dennis became friends.

Yoshi's passion was a tropical plant from the south of Japan called the Sago Palm, sometimes called the Samurai Palm. The Sago Palm is a beautiful plant but it's not actually a palm though it looks like one. The Sago Palm has a crown of palm like fronds with sword shaped leaves that grow in two parallel lines off a central stem. The female Sago can grow up to 15 feet tall while the male grows to 8 feet tall. In the spring the male plant grows a huge phallic shaped cone that produces pollen while the female plants grow a truly ugly flower that produces seeds. The cone and the flower are normally gone by summer. Both sexes will grow nodules at their base which sprout fronds. These nodules are called pups and can be cut off the trunk with a well-placed chop from a shovel, then planted and will form roots creating a new sago.

In the spring of each year the fronds on the Sago die, and new fronds will sprout from the top. When newly sprouted, these fronds are soft and silky in texture, but eventually they harden, and the leaves become parallel rows of vicious little swords. The Sago Palm is sometimes called the Samurai Palm because each of those spikey leaves are as sharp as a Samurai's katana.

Yoshi was trying to develop a strain of Sago whose fronds would remain soft to the touch all year long. He did come up with several varieties, unfortunately they remained identical in appearance, and he never found one that remained soft; however, he did develop a variety that had some interesting properties, and he dubbed those the Hentai Sago Palm.

With Yoshi's help Dennis and Linda May's island was soon transformed with pathways, gardens, and a fountain that fed a stream which trickled into the pond. The island is reached by a peninsula that ends ten feet short of the island. To reach the island Dennis built an arched bridge from the peninsula to the island painted a beautiful scarlet red and on the island side of the bridge Dennis built a torii, the traditional Japanese gateway which symbolically marks the transition from the mundane to the sacred. Dennis and Linda May didn't consider their island garden sacred, but they did think it was pretty.

To mark the "completion" of the garden (even though no garden is ever actually complete) Yoshi presented Dennis and Linda May with a good sized example of his prettiest strain, the Hentai Sago Palm. "Enjoy my baby," grinned Yoshi as he gave Dennis the palm, "And don't let her prick you, if you know what I mean," and he winked at Dennis. Dennis thought that was a bit odd, Sagos are spikey and getting stuck with their sword like leaves is a common occurrence. Also, the Sago secrets a toxic substance, while not fatal to a human, it does make the sting a little more painful. "Is this variety more poisonous than the others?" Dennis asked. Sago Palms can be fatal to dogs, and their labs were the loves of their lives.

"No, not at all, but there may be a kind of a... a reaction on your skin," Yoshi was all grins showing that he was up to something. In the end a gate was put on the bridge to the island so their chocolate labs Hestia and Nyx wouldn't get near the Hentai Sago Palm.

When working with or near a Sago getting a prick is guaranteed and sure enough, Dennis got a prick. It's a shame he never really pressed Yoshi what "Hentai" means, he did ask once, and Yoshi said "Oh, it kind of means eechi," (it's pronounced eh-chi), Dennis thought he said "itchy" and left it at that. Eechi is how the Japanese pronounce the letter H, which stands for Hentai. Yoshi was being playful; at best he was being circular. It's like asking what "Confused" means and you get the answer, "Disoriented." Ok, what does "Disoriented" mean? And the answer given is "It means "Confused."

In Japanese culture eechi and hentai are two variations of the same theme, and that theme is porn. You can safely consider eechi anime (cartoons) and manga (comic books) to be the equivalent of an R rating for nudity, and most of the time it's playful nudity. Meanwhile Hentai is a good old fashion X rating for graphic sex. And while Japanese women are mostly petite with sweet teacup shaped breasts maybe hitting a B cup, in eechi and hentai the women depicted look like Dolly Parton in zero G. It's also said that no matter how successful the eechi anime or manga artist is, they probably still live at home with mom and dad. However, the word Hentai, no matter in what context it's used, meant one thing: Pervert.

One afternoon Dennis got stabbed pretty good by the Hentai Sago, those little sword shaped leaves are stiff, long, and very pointy. The puncture hurt, but it didn't bleed, the ache went away quickly, and Dennis went back to work pulling weeds, the bane of gardeners. Eventually Linda May came out with a tall cool glass of sweet tea and found Dennis working on the island. When she got over there, she found Dennis working completely in the nude! "Dennis Jefferson Delaney! What on God's green earth has gotten into you! You don't have the common sense the good lord gave a dead mule!"

"What are you carrying on about woman?"

"YOU! You're out here nekkid as the day you were born! An' you're acting like it's no big thing!"

"Naked? What are you talking about..." then he looked down at himself, "Holeeee Cow!" He didn't notice that at some point he had taken off all his clothes and folded them up neatly and placed them on his old Radio Flyer wagon that he uses to haul around his gardening tools.

Linda May stormed off in a huff yelling, "You can get your own sweet tea! I never in all my days..." and she headed off back to the house.

Dennis wracked his brain trying to remember when he took his clothes off, he did remember them seeming to rub a lot. That was so weird! Then he tried to put his clothes back on, but they didn't feel right, his skin was too sensitive. The clothes didn't hurt, they just rubbed too much. Since he was naked anyhow, he decided to take a dip in the pond, after working in the hot sun it felt cool and refreshing and kind of sexy, like the time he went skinny dipping in the Shenandoah river with Bobbie Jane McGillicuddy one hot August night.

The next day he went to visit the boys at Darnell's Five and Dime. He went to Yoshi who was saying goodbye to his friends. "Where are you going Yoshi?" asked Dennis.

Yoshi shrugged, "Moving to Indiana, our daughter is having a baby and her husband just got a remote assignment to Korea. Chima and I are going back to help with the baby coming and all."

"I understand," said Dennis, but in truth he really didn't. He and Linda May weren't blessed with kids, so they spent their 20's and 30's watching their friends raise their kids, spending their free time alone with each other. "Hey, Yoshi, an odd thing happened the other day..."

Yoshi didn't let him get the rest of the sentence out, "Did you get poked by that Hentai Sago?"

"Yes, I did, why?"

Yoshi grinned, "Just make sure that Linda May doesn't get poked by that thing, you never know what might happen!" and with that Yoshi headed north to his daughter and future grandchildren.

Life is a funny thing, considered Dennis. Thirty years ago, young Private Delaney was island hopping in the south pacific, following the orders of Doug McArthur, protecting Australia from invasion, and looking to gun down Yoshi's countrymen in the jungles of New Guinea. Now his best friend is Japanese, and oddly, while Dennis was fighting the Japanese in the pacific, Yoshi was also in the US Army, a member of the 8th Air Force's intelligence unit analyzing targets for our bombers in Germany. Dennis sighed; Sergeant Delaney is certainly going to miss Captain Nakamura.

A couple of weeks later, Dennis was on their island setting flagstone for a walkway he was installing when Linda May came out to inspect his work. It was a beautiful South Georgia/North Florida day, not too hot, not too humid, the songbirds were singing their little heads off. Dennis decided to see what Yoshi had implied, and he plucked a single sword off the Hentai Sago and tucked it between two fingers and positioned himself so Linda May would end up close to the Sago. "How is it going dear?" she asked.

Dennis turned and grabbed her leg sticking her with the Sago sword between his fingers and cried out, "Careful darling! You could have gotten stuck by that thing."

"I think I did," said Linda May, "look, see? That's where it got me."

Dennis couldn't really see a mark, but he said, "Maybe you should go put some Bactine on that." He knew that Linda May was a believer in the near mystical healing powers of Bactine spray.

"I think I will, sure you won't miss me?"

"If I do, I'll come hunt you down," he said and went back to work. About 30 minutes later he looked over toward the house and even though it was a good distance away, he could swear that Linda May was sunning herself in the nude! He pulled a sword off the Hentai Sago and stuck himself before he started walking back to the house. He crossed over the bridge and got a better view of the house and sure enough, he could see that she had spread out a towel on the deck and was sunning herself face down like she was at a nude beach, a place she would never go.

By the time Dennis got to the house, he was carrying his clothes and wearing only his sneakers and his straw hat. Sure enough, there she was, naked as the day she was born. It wasn't anything weird or kinky, they were married, on their own sun deck and they just weren't wearing any clothes, nothing wrong with that. They were safe from being seen, the neighbors would have to have Telescopic X-Ray Vision to see through the trees between their houses, but still, that was his girl laying there which made it even more sexy. He knew every inch of Linda May's body and had for over thirty years, and he loved every moment of it. But he's never seen her naked outdoors but one thing he knows for sure, she doesn't appreciate the burning rays of the South Georgia sun.

The sun in the deep south can be brutal, much more intense than folk from the north were used to, even if by North you mean West Virginia. Dennis broke out the Coppertone, Linda May always bought that brand because of the "Sassy little dog" on their advertisements and began to spread the cool soothing lotion on his wife. "What are you doing Dennis?" she sounded a bit grouchy that she was being disturbed but she didn't push him away, which she's been doing lately. Fifty years old and still fit, Dennis loved this woman with all his heart, but she's been growing cold over the years, and since moving south she's just gotten worse.

Time and disappointment play cruel jokes on a woman's libido, and every time Linda May miscarried, it was another blow to her womanhood. All she wanted to do was raise a child with Dennis and in the end the best she could do was to teach other people's children at the local school. How can a woman enjoy sex when the ultimate result is failure and sorrow? She should be surrounded by a herd of grandchildren teaching them what her grandmother taught her, but instead they're alone with a pair of dogs. She's down here, a thousand miles away from family wondering why her sisters were so blessed with their children and she was so... baren. The word baren would bring bitter tears to her eyes and echo coldly in her heart whenever she was asked how many children she's had.

Dennis continued to rub lotion on her milk white skin, enjoying the feel of her body under his hand. He can't remember if the last time he saw her naked outside was in daylight, but it was worth the wait. "Mmm, what are you doing Dennis?" She sounded more agreeable.

"I'm carin' for my little girl," he said as he began to rub some lotion on her feet, so small but still as darling as they were years ago when they went wading in Stoker's Creek looking for craw-dads.

Long suppressed sensations sizzled through her body just from having her feet rubbed and she gasped and cried, "Oh God! What are you doing to me?" Then as he worked his way up her legs and rubbed the lotion on the inside of her thighs, erotic lightning shot through her. His hands have never felt like this before, what was going on? And why was she naked? She rolled over on her back, her large breasts exposed to the sun for the first time in decades, she opened her eyes and saw that look on his face and smiled. "You have no idea what you're doing to me..." she purred. She hasn't felt like this in years. It was like her body was telling her to forget the past and enjoy the right now.

Dennis knew exactly what he was doing to her, he knew how sensitive to gentle touch the skin gets once the modified toxin of the Hentai Sago sets in, and his slippery hands sliding gently up and down her body were inflaming nerve endings that she had long forgotten about. Her large breasts rolled around on her chest as he rubbed the lotion into her sensitive skin, and she sighed "Ohhh Denny!"

Dennis hasn't heard her call him Denny in years. With a grin he moved between her legs and bent over her breasts. He wrapped his hands around one large breast and suckled her nipple, the smell of the suntan lotion filling his nostrils. He had almost forgotten the joy of arousing this woman, feeling her writhe beneath him, feeling her nipple harden on his tongue.

Linda May rolled her head side to side groaning in delight, her nipples were so sensitive! They've never been like this before, and her clit was tingling madly. There's no way she'll get any sleep tonight if this keeps up. Her Denny was playing her body like a fine instrument, and she was loving every touch, every lick, every kiss. She ran her hands over his back, his super sensitive skin was igniting passions he hadn't felt since they were teenagers tussling around in the back seat of his dad's Chevy. Not being able to take it anymore she reached for his cock and found it hard and throbbing. Linda May almost cried because she needed Dennis so badly. She tugged his cock and guided him to her. "Denny, please!" she gasped, "I need you in me... I need you in my... pussy!"

She whispered the word pussy very quietly, testing her ability to say it, but Dennis heard her loud and clear and let her guide him into her pussy like she used to do years ago when she welcomed her man home from war. Soon her buttery soft walls closed around him, and they began to move together like they did when they were young, before the long work hours and sorrowful disappointments began to take their toll and cause aches that set up house permanently in their souls. He pushed his cock into her over and over, fucking like they did in the old days, first with gentle affection, then with total abandon. He looked in her eyes and saw a fire in them that he hadn't seen in decades. She brought her knees up, opening herself to him completely, allowing him to plunge even deeper. She grasped his head, her eyes literally spinning with desire, and she softly whispered, "Fuck me Dennis Delaney, fuck me hard!"

Dennis was truly shocked; he had never heard Linda May speak anything that could be considered off color, she never swore, and she just begged him to fuck her? He was never one to deny her anything and he began fucking his darling wife as hard as he could. She responded with a gasp and a bear hug, her legs wrapped around his hips, her ankles locked together, and she held on for dear life as her husband of over 30 years fucked her like he did as a young sergeant just home from WWII. He came with a roar, filling her with his seed, spurting into her over and over and she quickly followed with the happiest orgasm of her fifty years.

He collapsed happily next to Linda May, their heart racing, their breaths labored, slowly relaxing. "Oh my!" gasped Linda May, "What got into you?"

"I had my Wheaties this morning," he smiled as he caught his breath.

She rested her cheek on his ribcage and listened as his heart slowly recovered from the workout, she demanded of him. "I know what got into me," she chuckled as she poked his deflating cock. She looked at Dennis and waggled her eyebrows. For his part, Dennis was shocked. Usually, he's the one that makes the innuendo, it's her job to roll the eyes and glare disdainfully. She snuggled closer and said, "I was wondering when you'd poke me with that plant."

"What plant?" asked Dennis innocently.

"Please!" She glared at him then shook her head. "You are the worst actor. That day I found you gardening in the nude? I mentioned it to Chima Nakamura, and she told me all about Yoshi's pervert plant." Then she hit him with the flat of her hand on his belly.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"For makin' me wait so dang long!"

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Pastor Luke Hudson and his wife Reba were over for dinner a few weeks after Dennis and Linda May's "reawakening," and they were shocked at the difference in their friends. The couple were in the kitchen preparing dinner and all the while they were laughing and giggling like a pair of teenage newlyweds playing house for their first dinner party. "Oh, my goodness!" exclaimed Reba, "whatever got into you two?" Her question brought gales of laughter from Linda May causing Reba to blush and stifle her next comment, after all, she is the pastor's wife.

Dennis patted Linda May's hand and explained, "We both come from large families, and we wanted so much to have a large family of our own. Well, it didn't work out that way, every time we had a miscarriage, we got a little more depressed. I guess we decided that it was time to stop mourning what might have been and fall back in love with each other."

"That's marvelous," said Pastor Hudson, "we could tell that something wonderful happened for you."

"Well," said Linda May, "we've been blessed with this big, beautiful piece of property, we just decided to enjoy it to its fullest." Dennis nearly choked on his own tongue when she said that, but it was true, starting on that sunny afternoon when Linda May felt the effects of the Hentai Sago, she and Dennis made love in every room of their house and everywhere they could outdoors too. Not only that but they became comfortable with nudity, it wasn't unusual for Dennis and Linda May to sit in the shade of the big live oak out back and read a good book, or gaze at the stars in the cool of the evening. Dennis even made a small patch of well-manicured grass on the island where they could make love then slide into the pond to cool off. They finally realized it was time to stop being sad and to go back to loving each other.

A few days after the visit from their pastor, Dennis and Linda May were finishing a long day with a cup of coffee naked on the patio. Sun was down and the orange sky was fading to black they could feel the heat radiating from the bricks of the house when an idea came to Dennis. He took Linda May's coffee and set it aside then lifted her up onto the picnic table and arranged her, so her butt was just at the edge and pulled up a chair. "What are you doing?" gasped Linda May.

"Just a little something I heard about years ago and always wanted to do."

"You're not going to do anything weird like those hippy children over at Dunbarton's farm are you, Dennis?" she sounded slightly panicky.

"I'm just going to show you how much I love you," and with that he spread her legs and kissed the inside of her right leg at the knee.

"Dennnnnissss? What are you doing?"

He began planting gentle kisses on the inside of her thighs, each kiss was closer to her pussy than the last. Even though she hadn't been stuck by a Sago leaf, and hasn't been for weeks, she was surprised how sensitive the skin on the inside of her thighs truly is when someone kisses you there. His kisses grew closer and closer to her center of pleasure, and she's never had anyone's lips and tongue that close to her pussy. "Dennis? You're not going to do something dirty are you?"

He didn't answer, he just let her shudder in fear and excitement until his kisses got next to her pussy and then skipped right over her pussy and began traveling up the inside of her left leg. Thinking that his game was over Linda May began to relax as his kisses grew further from her pussy. But then he reversed direction and began kissing back down her left leg and as he grew closer to her pussy his kisses became a little more than kisses, he would suck a little bit on her sweet, tender flesh, she could feel his tongue slide across that skin, tasting her, teasing her.

"Dennis? We don't do none of that weird stuff here, right?" Her voice trembled as she spoke, and Dennis couldn't tell if she was nervous or excited.

Again, his kisses leapt over her pussy and traveled up her right leg. Dennis felt her tense up as he closed in on her pussy, then relax as he moved away. He couldn't tell whether she was tensing up because she liked it or because she didn't. Both were brought up being told that good girls don't do this kind of thing... oral sex was just wrong!

Dennis continued regardless, and he will continue with his plans until she tells him to stop. Again, his kisses neared her pussy, this time he was more aggressive with his tongue as he kissed her tender flesh on her inner thighs and this time he didn't skip over her pussy, he gently planted a kiss on her puffy labia. She twitched but gave no sign of how she felt about it, but she didn't complain or say stop, so Dennis continued his planned excursion into a deviation that neither of them had ever shown any desire for.

His trail of kisses away from her pussy grew shorter with each cycle, and with each cycle each kiss grew longer and more intense. Now his hands joined in on the assault, his fingered rolled her nipples between them, pinching and pulling just the way she likes. Additionally, each cycle brought a longer, sexier kiss to her pussy. She still hasn't given any sign whether she liked it or not, but she still hasn't said "stop," so he keeps going. He slowly drew closer to her pussy, and he noticed that she was quite moist, her pussy was also redder, her lips were swollen and puffy. Even though she hasn't said anything in a while, her body is telling him that she's loving this.

Now he planted a long, loving kiss on her pussy. He kissed her passionately, lovingly, savoring the taste of his wife's vagina for the first time in his life and cursing himself for not doing this sooner. She gasped and tensed up, but she still didn't say "No." Then he started kissing on up her leg again and he was sure she gave a little groan of disappointment.

Linda May's mind was in complete meltdown. All her life she's been told that it's dirty to let anyone kiss her there, but here's her man, her husband of thirty years, eagerly teasing and taunting her, and now sliding his tongue inside of her down there, and it felt good. She remembered Pastor Hudson's wife Reba telling her just a few days ago that anything between a husband and wife in the marital bed is good, as long as it is done in love and respect.

They were alone in the kitchen having a conversation while Dennis and Pastor Hudson were out on the patio. Dennis was showing Pastor Luke the tomato plants and Linda May was speaking to Reba Hudson under the pretense of showing her a new kitchen device that Joe Garagiola was selling on TV, a crock pot. Actually, they were talking about S-E-X because ever since S-E-X stopped being a duty and started being a lot of fun, Linda May had questions. She summoned up all her courage as the dirtiest, kinkiest thing she could imagine came to mind and she said, "you once said that anything between Denny and me is ok as long as we do it in love..." she looked around to make sure no one was listening then whispered, "even a... bee jay?"

Reba Hudson has been a pastor's wife for decades, shepherdess to the ewes of the flock as Luke once put it, and she was sure that if she got a dollar for every time one of "her girls" asked her that question, they could afford to get that new Oldsmobile they've been looking at. "Of course, dear!" said Reba looking into Linda May's confused eyes. "As long as you like it, and he likes it, it's perfectly good."

Linda May's world turned completely upside down, Reba is the pastor's wife and is older than Linda May's own mother and she's telling Linda May it's ok to do all those things? "So... it's not wrong?"

Reba has seen this dozens of times, women that were raised in the old school "primitive" Baptist church carrying on like they were in some weird cult passing down those frigid, unscriptural rules to their daughters... she knew that her answer to that question really wakes up these poor women. "Honey, it's only wrong if you bite."

"What are those two laughing about?" asked Dennis as he talked about fertilizer with Pastor Luke.

Pastor Luke, glanced through the window and Reba saw him looking and gave him a nod which let him know that she just answered The Question yet again. Although Luke knew exactly what they were talking about, he just smiled, "I couldn't say." Now it was his turn to pick up the conversation and he suggested a new book that just came out, "The Joy of Sex."

Linda May was caught somewhere between heaven and hell. Her momma raised her to "never let a man put his mouth down there" but her husband of thirty years is doing it, and it's wonderful! If anything, Linda May is upset about denying herself this experience. "You were wrong momma!" she shouted in her head.

The last time Dennis kissed and licked Linda May's pussy she whimpered, but she didn't say stop. His lips drew near to her pussy again, her whimpering became louder and now her hands clamped down on his hands that were toying with her breasts, her hips were shifting and wriggling, her whimpering became gasping. When Dennis' lips reached Linda May's pussy her hands clamped down on his head and she said, "don't stop Denny, keep loving me right here."

That was the signal he was waiting for. With his thumbs he eased her pussy lips open and began exploring with his tongue. "Tell me where it feels good," he said then began flicking his tongue around her pussy, in her pussy, and it was all good to Linda May, but when he found her clit, she knew what he meant.

The rush of sensation was overwhelming for Linda May, "Right there!" she cried. She was going out of her mind with lust and now was finally able to voice her excitement. Thirty years of being polite in bed have come to a stop, Linda May Delaney is learning how good it feels to be a bad girl with her husband! "Oh yes, do that some more Denny!" she growled as Dennis gently sucked and licked at her clit.

As his tongue flickered over her button, he eased one then two fingers into her pussy. She was hot and soaking wet, and his fingers slid in easily. He slid them in and out nice and slow the way she likes it, and he was surprised to hear her sigh, "Faster Denny."

Reba Hudson gave her two great pieces of advice, "don't bite" and "He doesn't know."

Linda May always thought Dennis knew how she felt when he touched her, or when he said something that she wasn't in the mood to hear. "You have to tell him," urged Reba, "he may know what should make you feel good, but he doesn't know how hard, or how soft, how easy or how fast you want him to go." When Linda May felt his tongue on her clit and two fingers enter her pussy she sighed, "Faster Denny," and he went faster! His tongue started licking on her clit very quickly, his fingers slid in and out fucking her deliciously.

The sensations were overwhelming, and the sense of empowerment was even more thrilling. "Harder Denny," she gasped, and he suckled on her clit harder. She held his head in place with one hand, her other hand went to her breast and began pinching and tugging on her turgid nipple. This was something she's done in the past but doing it now, here in front of her husband was incredibly exciting.

Now the big buildup to climax was starting, she planted her feet on the nearest available object, Dennis's shoulders, and her hips started to arch up on their own. "Oooohhhh Dennyyyy..." she crooned as the erotic pressures started to build. "Oooohhhh Dennyyyy!!!" She suddenly didn't know what to do with her hands, she wanted to hold his head so he wouldn't stop, she wanted to grab and squeeze her breasts because it was ok to do that now, in the end she threw her hands out wide and rolled her eyes back and waves of her orgasm crashed over her. "Yes, Denny YES!" she cried as she twisted and jerked through the throes of her most powerful orgasm ever.

Some time during the excitement of that climax she felt her pussy being forced open even wider as Dennis rose to join her and eased his cock in her pussy. She wrapped her legs around his waist and cried, "Fuck me!" for the first time in her life. The excitement of discovery and new beginnings was too much for Dennis and he came with a roar, spurting into her still twitching pussy.

It was a hot, beautiful night, the only light was from the citronella candles on the railing and a million stars overhead. They lay on the deck and looked up at the stars, still trembling in the excitement of their newfound pleasure. Soon they found "their star," Alnilam, the "buckle" of Orion's belt. Just before they married in 1942, before Dennis shipped off to war, they chose Alnilam as theirs, the star they can look up at knowing that each other was looking up at it too. Some nights in the darkness of the bomb shattered jungles, the knowledge that Linda May Delaney was looking up at Alnilam also was the only thing keeping PFC Dennis Delaney going.

And now they knew that they were going to be ok.

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As the years passed Dennis and Linda May moved on in life, and they made sure to take a small "pup" from the Hentai Sago with them when they headed to the retirement home. The cozy ranch style house with the big plot of land, pond, and island changed hands several time over the years until Scott and Marcia Alden bought it for their growing family. Scott made a killing on the stock market and gave up the nine am to ten pm rat race and cashed in on his stock options and moved out to the country. The New Jersey natives were fish out of water in the deep south, Florida is used to the Northern Invasion, but it is truly weird to get a New Jersey-ite in south Charlton county Georgia.

There between the Okefenokee swamp and the St. Mary's river sat their little slice of heaven. "You know, when the realtor told us about this place, I looked up St. George Florida, that's why I was so eager to move," said Marcia as they looked over the property. St. George Florida is a quaint fishing town on an island east of Panama City in the Gulf of Mexico, St. George Georgia is best described as a swamp town.

"You still have your island," said Scott as he pointed to the large pond. The kids were clearly playing on the island again as they came racing back from the pond pulling off their clothing. Sara, 6, Jeff, 5, Wyatt, 3, and Sandy, 2. "Why are they doing that?" Scott asked Marcia. By the time the children reached the patio the only one left wearing a stitch of clothing was the baby, Sandy who was wearing a shirt that she couldn't get off, and one shoe.

"Why did you take off all of your clothes?" scolded Marcia as she fought Sandy to keep her shoe on. Meanwhile Sara and Jeff picked up the clothing the quartet scattered across the lawn as Wyatt "helped" by throwing the sneakers he found as high into the air as he could. This is exactly what Scott Alden wanted, a chance for his kids to run crazy, wild and free in their own back yard, even naked if they could.

Scott and Marcia grew up in the stinking armpit of Passaic New Jersey where crime and drugs was just another part of the "joy" of living in New Jersey. Nearly half of his high school class didn't make it to graduation, the lure of the streets was just too great. Scott decided that his family would never know what it is like to live day to day wondering where your next meal will come from, and which one of your friends will get shot or die of an overdose. He worked hard to be able to semi-retire at 35, and as soon as he could, he and his darling wife packed up their kids and moved south, as far south as possible, and as far from a city as he dare.

Now Sara and Jeff played a game of Naked Keep away with Wyatt, while Marcia, still trim and beautiful after four children, tried to wrestle baby Sandy back into her clothing, Scott smiled and held back a tear of joy. The Alden family had made it, his dream had come true. "While you're just standing there," said Marcia, "you have got to fix that gate on the island."

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Fourteen years later, the Alden family was a fixture in the "Southest" part of Georgia. Scott was working in the real estate industry, driving into Jacksonville three days a week, Marcia worked in the library at the high school in Folkston, twenty miles north of St. George. Marcia took the job to keep an eye on the family troublemakers Wyatt and Sandy. All children keep secrets from their parents, and one of the secrets that Scott and Marcia never found out is that Wyatt and Sandy aren't the biggest troublemakers in their family, they're just the ones that get caught.

Sara and Jeff were born close enough together to appear to be twins, their hair and complexion was like their mother whose roots go back to southern Italy, black hair, dark eyes, and Sara once put it, "I can get a good tan with a reading lamp." Because they looked and acted so similar, they grew up being called "the twins" even by their parents and grandparents, and because Sara shared her schoolwork with Jeff, he was allowed to skip past the second grade, and he ended up in the same grade as Sara.

Wyatt and Sandy were also considered twins, mostly because they were never separated. Many times, Jeff would wake up in the night to find Sandy snuggled up in Wyatts bed, or Wyatt missing completely only to turn up in the girl's room with Sandy. And they were troublemakers, so much so that Wyatt was held back in the fourth grade, and he ended up in the same grade as Sandy. They were such troublemakers that Wyatt earned the nickname M-80 and Sandy was known as Cherry Bomb.

Folks had trouble believing that they were related to Sara and Jeff, while Sara and Jeff took after their mother's dark complexion and black hair, Wyatt and Sandy resembled their dad with frizzy light brown hair and blue eyes. Since most folk knew their mom Marcia from her work at the high school the local joke was, "Sandy and Wyatt had to be hers, if she had adopted them, she woulda sent 'em back by now." All of Charlton County Georgia was aware of Wyatt and Sandy's antics.

In the end it worked out for Scott and Marcia. Four kids, two graduation parties, the fun was done. However, none of the kids look like they intend to move out. Sara is studying nursing, Jeff is studying Physical Therapy, both are attending University of Florida North which is an hour drive from home. Wyatt and Sandy are enlisting in the National Guard so they can serve together in the same unit, their dream is to end up in FANG, the Florida Air National Guard and work on F-15's. FANG is at the Jacksonville airport less than 30 minutes from St. George. For their part, Scott and Marcia just want a chance to make love in the kitchen without planning weeks in advance for the kids to be out of the house. Or maybe the chance to cut the lawn or weed the garden in the nude, something the kids grew up doing.

The four Alden kids practically grew up naked, Sara and Sandy spent hours daily sunning on lounges out back just beyond the grove of banana trees that a previous owner had planted. Jeff and Wyatt made good money rebuilding old golf carts behind the barn quite often wearing only sneakers and a backwards ballcap. Homework was completed around the table on the patio in the nude until one day when Pastor Daniels stopped by for a visit. In a panic Marsha had to hustle the kids back into their clothes while Scott entertained Pastor Daniels and his wife Alison in the front room.

"Ok you four," started Scott at dinner that evening, "we've been lenient in the past, maybe too lenient, but what if Pastor Daniels glanced out through the French doors and saw you doing your homework naked?"

Always the instigator, Sandy probably didn't help when she said, "I'm sure he's seen someone doing homework before, they have three kids themselves."

"It's not like we're doing something illegal," insisted Sara, the leader of the quartet. "We're all over 18, we're not on drugs, we don't drink, and God knows we're not spending a fortune on our wardrobe..."

"That is not the point," said Marsha, "we don't need our neighbors thinking we're having family orgies here."

"We're not doing anything like..." Jeff started but dad cut him off.

"Let's compromise," said Scott firmly, "If you insist on running around naked, you do it out back beyond the banana trees where no one can see you. You can do your homework in the gazebo."

"What's the compromise in that?" asked Wyatt, "a compromise is a give and take kind of thing."

Scott smiled, "of course it is. Here's the give and take, you give me your agreement, or you take it somewhere else, and the only nudity here will be in the shower."

"OK!" said Sara above the uproar, "how about the island? Can we have that?"

"Yes, you can have the island," said Scott as if it were a painful costly concession. It was part of his original plan, he just forgot to mention it.

"What about the picnic grove?" asked Jeff.

"What picnic grove?"

The next evening Scott and Marcia followed their brood out to the picnic grove the boys made. A corner of the land by the pond was allowed to grow over making a jungle of pine trees, palm trees, and palmetto bushes. The boys borrowed a "brush hog" and cut a path through the undergrowth and cleared a small area surrounded by pine trees offering shade during the day and had a great view of the island. They had even put a large picnic table with an umbrella and built a fire pit in the grove.

"This is very nice! Thank you for doing this!" gushed Marcia as she and Sara unpacked the picnic hamper and set out fried chicken and a choice of salads. Near the picnic table was a small charcoal grill on a pole exactly like you would see in a public park. Marcia and Scott wisely chose not to ask where that came from.

Scott admired the view of the island; you could see the bridge and the torii, the Japanese gate, both painted a blazing scarlet, the color that symbolized vitality. You could also see the little stream as it flowed off the island and cascaded into the pond, and you had a view of the small lawn called the putting green. One could also see the two fountains in the pond that keep the surface water moving preventing duckweed and algae from growing. "Very nice job boys, I'm proud of you. How long did it take?"

"Not too long," said Jeff, "the hard part was finding the right spot under the underbrush. We looked..."

Just then Wyatt slapped his dad's arm, "Black fly! Did I get it?"

"Thanks," said Scott, "but I think it bit me."

"Sorry," said Wyatt. "Tried." He was sure that his dad didn't notice him dropping the Hentai Sago leaf behind his back.

"Dinner!" called Marsha. Tiki torches filled with citronella oil were lit and soon the whole family sat at the table.

As they passed the dishes around Scott marveled at the boy's work. "Just a fantastic job guys, I'm going to find a horse fly trap to put out here."

"I know!" said Marcia, "I got bit too."

"I hope that's the last one of the evening," said Sara as she glared across the table at her little sister.

By the time they were passing around the salads again for seconds, Scott and Marcia were both naked and soon the entire family was seated around the picnic table enjoying a nude dinner. For the first time since infancy the boys saw their mother's bare breasts but by common agreement, they desperately refrained from saying anything to draw attention to their parents' lack of clothing. For some reason Scott and Marcia didn't notice taking off their clothing, which is something that happens the first time you encounter the Henai Sago. Was that something that the breeder, Yoshi Nakamura, planned?

When he finally did notice it, Scott blamed it on the kids. "You guys running around bare ass nekkid all the time clearly put the idea in our heads."

"What's done is done," sighed Marcia who was reveling in the feeling of the evening breeze on her exposed breasts, something she hasn't felt since their honeymoon on a cruise ship. They followed the kids into the pond for a quick skinny dip and it felt so good! The cool refreshing water coursing over her naked body was so new, so exciting. Marcia Cellucci had been bathing and swimming her entire life, but it never felt like this, growing up in Passaic New Jersey there's no chance to go skinny dipping. She smiled and laughed and splashed with her kids, her nipples erect, every breeze was a lover's caress, the cool water of the pond was as enticing as Scott's love making.

Later they lit a campfire in the fire pit that the boys made, Marcia and Scott nestled together in a chaise lounge. The kids talked about the events of the past few days, but Marcia and Scott didn't hear a word, they were touching each other and kissing more than they have kissed in years, their hands roaming over each other's bodies. When Scott cupped and squeezed Marcia's large breast Sandy finally said, "Get a room you two!"

Scott and Marcia looked at each other and wordlessly came to agreement, then strolled off hand in hand back to the house. "Damn!" said Jeff, "what did you put in their lemonade?"

There was clearly an element to the Hentai Sago that the Aldin kids were not aware of. Dennis and Linda May stumbled upon it, and now Scott and Marcia Alden discovered that the toxin from the Hentai Sago mixed with prolonged physical contact enhances existing emotions becoming aphrodisiac for a couple already in love.

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Sara and Jeff were working in the garden that their parents were trying to restore on the island. They knew that it was a Japanese style garden, but time and the whims of earlier owners changed the nature of the garden into an eclectic mish-mosh of plants and statuary. An enthusiastic plan by an earlier owner ran electricity out to the island so now the plan is to restore the koi pond with fountain and accent lights while returning the garden to its Japanese inspired roots and the two oldest Alden children have been drafted into helping make that dream come true. It's either that or pay room and board for the length of their summer vacation.

"Careful around that plant," ordered Sara.

"Yes mother," moaned Jeff. He was getting tired of being bossed around. She was one year and two months older than him and she was stretching any privileges that come with the title of Eldest Child to the breaking point. "Shit," he muttered under his breath, and he plucked a tiny spear shaped leaf off the giant fern like plant that was the center piece of the section of the garden they were working in.

Sara was weeding not far from him, and Jeff was cleaning up the trunk of the big Sago palm. Every year when the Sago grows new branches that sprout from the top of the plant, as these new branches, or "fronds" sprout and develop, the old branches die. A gardener will trim off the old branches and if you do a good job of trimming the old branches, the trunk will look great. But if you do a bad job the stubs you leave behind remain on the trunk of the Sago for years. Cleaning the trunk of the old stems isn't fun, but Jeff was doing a good job and he wasn't interested in getting "encouragement" from his sister.

He's already gotten poked himself, he could feel the sensitivity of his skin increasing and the desire to take off his shirt increased. Angered that his slightly older sister would snap at him, Jeff plucked off a little sword shaped leaf and poked Sara in the leg with it. "You bastard!" she shrieked and grabbed Jeff by the ankle before he could get away and soon had him in a submission hold. Both teens were athletic and strong but signing up for several sports in high school, from swimming to track, gave Sara the edge, while Jeff concentrated only on baseball. Soon he was face down with Sara kneeling on his shoulders. "You dick, now I'm stuck out here for another hour or two!" She plucked a leaf from the Sago and poked Jeff, "Now I won't be out here all alone." They both know the effect of this strange plant and the only cure is to wait it out.

"Damn it Sara! I was going to play ball at the rec center this afternoon!" He already knew that he'd been poked by the Sago and wasn't going to go play anyway, but he still felt a need to blame Sara. He doesn't get to play with his old team much, but during summer break from college they get together and play ball once or twice a week. Baseball is almost a religion here in the south, everybody plays, and everybody watches.

"Well, you shoulda thought about that before you poked me with that thing," said Sara letting him up. "I always get you back." Jeff just groaned a dire warning and went back to trimming the Sago.

Except for cold temperatures and wet land, Sago Palms are not fragile, they are one of the most ancient species on earth, they've been around for over 250 million years and their seeds are said to be delicious. One of the reasons for the Sago's incredibility long survival is the fact that they're highly toxic, the seeds will make a human incredibly sick and kill a small animal that eats them. All the kids of Charlton county Georgia know that getting poked by a Sago hurts for days, because the Sago is a popular ornamental plant both indoors and outside. With that many Sago's around, you're going to get poked by one eventually

The Alden kids didn't know all that because their Sago didn't have flowers that produce toxic seeds that the female plants have, nor did it produce a giant phallic cone like on the male plants. Their Sago was a genetic anomaly, the leaves on their Sago didn't carry a toxin that causes rash and pain.

Their Sago makes your clothes come off.

Soon both Sara and Jeff had their clothes off, it just happens, there's nothing you can do about it, your skin gradually gets sensitive to touch and taking your clothes off alleviates the sensation. Some of the time you don't know it's happening. Sara and Jeff were slim and athletic, good looking and dark haired showing their mother's Italian heritage, and they can tan easily. Thanks to their Hentai Sago they both had all over tans. As Jeff returned to the island from dumping his bucket of weeds in the forested corner of the land, he saw that Sarah was stretched out on a towel that she laid on the "Putting Green," a small grass lawn perfect for a couple of people to lay out and work on their tan. Little did the Alden kids realize that Dennis Delany added this feature for himself and Linda May where they could lay out in the evening and watch the stars or make love in the moonlight.

Jeff laid his towel next to Sara and started to apply another layer of sunscreen, his Sago incited nerve endings soon had his cock erect and throbbing from putting on the suntan lotion. He looked over at Sara who was laying on her stomach. Sara had a tight athletic body, a round firm ass, and abs that a body builder would die for. Her breasts were small and firm with peanut hard nipples and perfectly circular areola that puffed out when excited giving her the nickname "Puffer" by Jeff's old girlfriend Sally Ann McCarthy.

Jeff and Sara grew up in this little corner of heaven naked most of the time, so why was he just starting to notice this about her body? He couldn't take his eyes off her and his reaction was starting to confuse and terrify himself. It's not like he's a late bloomer

Sara turned and watched Jeff spread the lotion on his body, and mostly looked at his thick, throbbing cock. That was the cock of her dreams, she would lay awake at night wondering what it was like to have a cock that size spreading her open, rearranging her insides with its girth, pounding her to a nirvana of endless climaxes. She took it on as her mission to find a cock that was just like it, just as long as it wasn't attached to a relative or didn't come mail order. "Get my back," she said in a soft voice, "please?"

Soon Jeff was over her spreading the lotion on her neck and shoulders and his touch was divine, it was really starting to squeeze her triggers. Lately his touch was the same, Sago or not, gentle yet firm, a touch that lights up your nerve centers which led Sara to believe that Jeff maybe wanted her. He was now working on her back and along her sides. She felt the desire overwhelm her to lift up on her elbows so he can touch her breasts, but not today, she fought that urge hard. Then she felt his cock tapping at her butt and sliding closer to her pussy. Someday she will raise her hips and surrender to her passion, she'll beg for that cock to tame her, but not today... maybe. Today was a warm, sleepy day, perfect for their usual method of working off the effects of that perverted Sago, laying in the sun and waiting it out.

However, a nap was not to be. Jeff's hands slid over her body and moved gradually downward, making her hotter and hotter and soon he was paying extra attention to her firm ass cheeks, then between them, his fingers sliding against her tight, sensitive little pore back there. He once drunkenly admitted that Sally Ann McCarthy loved getting tongued back there. When he mentioned that Sara was aghast, how gross! But that was then, if he did that to her while applying lotion with the Sago toxin in her veins there would be no holding back.

Now he worked on her legs and sensitive inner thighs, his touch was light, lighter than a brother smearing lotion on big sis, more like a lover preparing her for the moment of penetration. She took a deep breath to clear her mind, but the shuddering nature of her breath revealed how turned on she was. His fingers moved closer and closer to her soaked pussy, and it happened - he brushed against her swollen labia. She gasped and her body jerked away while what was left of her mind screamed for her to push back and get those long fingers inside of her.

Then it was her turn, he asked her to do his back and she used his rock hard butt cheeks as a cushion to rest on as she worked the lotion into those broad strong shoulders. How many push-ups and trips to the batting cage went into sculpting those muscles? Her hands began to tremble with desire as she worked the lotion into his smooth skin working her way lower and lower, the illicit thrill of touching her own brother and feeling so turned on was mind blowing and by the time she reached his rock hard ass she was a trembling mess. She wondered how much of what she was massaging into his skin was lotion and how much was her own fluids from when her pussy rested there. As she ran her hands over his ass cheeks all she could think was the power he could generate with those glutes when fucking.

She let her fingers creep between his ass cheeks and touch his tight anus. He suddenly gasped and thrust his ass up to her, hoping for more. She realized that his cock and balls were hanging there for her to grasp, but she continued without touching them, that prize had to wait for the right moment. She finished him up hoping that the attention to his inner thighs drove him as crazy as it drove her.

That was it, she had enough, and she rolled off Jeff. Lying next to him she gazed up at the palm trees above them, swaying in the breeze, feeling that same breeze on her breasts that were so sensitive. She ached for a mouth to close around her nipple, anyone's mouth! Her hand went to her pussy and began to gently massage her clit. "Oh Gawd," she groaned through clenched teeth as she dipped two fingers into her damp pussy and collected her moisture to spread over her tingling clit. Her other hand went to her tit, pinching, twisting, pulling her nipple.

"Sara," gasped Jeff softly, "you look so hot!"

Oh god, she completely forgot he was here! How could she do that? In terror Sara turned her head and saw that Jeff was laying on his side, watching her, his hand stroking that big thick cock of his, and he was stroking his cock with the same rhythm that she was using on her clit. His eyes traveled up and down, drinking in the image of his sister pleasuring herself wantonly. The fact that he liked watching her was probably the biggest turn-on of all, but more was in store. He moved closer and soon they were touching, she was using his arm as a pillow, and she felt the heat of his body, their closeness, and his scent - it was all driving her out of her mind.

Neither of the two had ever heard of mutual masturbation nor could they imagine it, but there they were lying side by side completely naked stroking themselves to a mutual climax, their eyes locked on to each other's gaze. Jeff pulled Sara as close as possible, she's always been his best friend, they grew up together and now they were almost making love to each other. Their lips moved closer as their hands drove them closer and closer to the climax they were aching for.

Just as their lips met it happened. The tension built to a breaking point, her head rocked back, and she groaned as her hips rose up off the towel and her fingers strummed her clit like a flamenco guitarist belting out a riff. Jeff was with her, his hand flashing up and down his cock, his eyes screwed shut as the pressure built to the bursting point. Then with a strangled grunt he came, his cum spurted up and showered their chests and stomachs. She could almost feel his orgasm as he shook with the spasms of relief that washed over him. Then she could smell that musky, manly smell of his cum and somehow the idea crept into her head that he had just marked her as his, and that set off Sara's orgasm.

She came hard, waves of explosive release crashing through her, her stifled cries of excitement and relief came out as little girly squeaks. Her body convulsed savagely as the strongest orgasm of her life crashed over her. She rolled over on her side shaking so hard that Jeff was worried about her, but she was enjoying the greatest thrill ride of her life. She grasped his hand and held it tight, it was so nice to hold on to something that wasn't shaking, and she closed her eyes.

When she opened them again, she found herself spooning with Jeff, they were curled up tight together, his hand was cupping her tit, her hand covering his, his body pressed against hers, and a profound sense of peace filling her body and mind. "Are you back with us?" asked Jeff. He sounded relieved.

"What do you mean?"

"You haven't moved for about ten minutes. You were breathing ok, so I let you rest, you had an awesome cum."

"I fainted?"

"Yes, you did. You were shaking head to toe, then you just completely relaxed."

"Wow." It was then that Sara realized she was snuggling naked with her brother and their siblings could be out here at any minute to see what they were doing. "We need to wash up and get dressed," she said, then snuggled back against Jeff.

After a long pause he said, "You're not moving." He squeezed her breast to emphasize his point. He was happy to discover that her tit fit his hand perfectly and the thought of letting go did not appeal to him in the least.

A full minute passed as she wiggled her ass against his flaccid dick and held his hand tighter on her breast. "Neither are you." It just felt good to be held by someone that you really care for.

"This was fun," he said, then he broke into an evil grin. "I think we should share the experience."

Sara wondered what the hell he was thinking, "do you mean the kids? They come back here all the time." The term "The Kids" always refers to Wyatt and Sandy, regardless if you're their older sister or the principal of the high school.

"No, there's a beach party at Schaeffer's Landing tomorrow," grinned Jeff with evil intent, "and our friend Sally Ann is going to be there." Jeff dated Sally Ann McCarthy for two years and all he got was her constant complaining about almost everything he said or did and some halfhearted hand jobs. He was an idiot for dating her, the moment he started college she started seeing other guys behind his back.

Sara couldn't stand Sally Ann, she was a snide, snippy bitch who treated her brother like dirt and walked around with a "my shit don't stink" attitude. Most important to her, she stole Sara's best friend. Her friend Loretta was a sweet black girl, but Sally Ann did or said something to her and Loretta now follows Sally Ann around like a puppy. If you can separate her from Sally Ann, Loretta is still the sweet girl and great competitor that Jeff met in kindergarten and became Sara's best friend for a decade, but when she's with Sally Ann she loses everything that makes her Loretta and becomes Sally Ann's bitch.

Being the big sister Sara couldn't resist giving her little brother a dig, "Do you want to embarrass Sally Ann, or do you want to see Loretta naked?"

Ever since grade school, Jeff had a crush on Loretta, and he never had the courage to act on it, and that crush was something big sister Sara always liked to dig him for. Sara felt Jeff's cock twitch at the mention of Loretta. "I think you just answered my question" she teased.

"I think the answer is D. all of the above," said Jeff as he kissed the back of her neck and squeezed her breast.

"If A is embarrassing Sally Ann, and B is seeing Loretta naked, what is option C?" asked Sara.

Jeff pinched her rock hard nipple and whispered in her ear, "Seeing you and Loretta together, buck naked in public."

For some reason that idea sent shivers through Sara's body that went straight to her clit. Sara is in no way a lesbian... but if Loretta was agreeable, she might become very interested. "Oh god," Sara groaned, "you're not helping." She pushed her ass back at his resurging cock, "we're supposed to be getting up."

Reluctantly they separated and slipped into the pond where they slithered and splashed around like a pair of otters, their bodies rubbing against each other, not wanting to give up the magic that they started not long ago. Finally, Sara asked, "So what is your plan?"

"Yeah, we want to hear it," said Sandy.

Sara and Jeff froze, they slowly turned and looked back to shore and were shocked to see their brother and sister, Wyatt and Sandy sitting on their towels on the green grass of the Putting Green. Both were naked, nineteen year old Wyatt had eighteen year old Sandy on his lap. Wyatt responded to the embarrassed shock of his older siblings, "We come out here all the time too, ya know," and he covered Sandy's C cup breasts with his hands gently squeezing them, then he started to roll her nipples between his fingers. It was obvious that they came out here to do more than sunbathe.

Sandy leaned back on Wyatt as he pinched and rolled her nipples, her eyelids fluttered in her excitement as he began to pinch her nipples hard and pull them stretching her tits out in the afternoon sun. She opened her eyes and looked down at Sara and Jeff as they watched in shock as their little brother and sister went well beyond what Sara thought was risqué. Sandy looked at Jeff and said, "It feels so much hotter with you watching," she moaned softly and leaned back, turned her head, and stuck her tongue in Wyatt's mouth.

"What the fuck?" Sara gasped as Sandy raised up, grasped Wyatt's cock then sank down on it, taking his length into her pussy. Wyatt and Sandy were known for doing the outrageous just to get a reaction out of someone, but this was so far beyond getting attention.

"We got so horny watching you two," said Wyatt as he grimaced, trying to thrust into his little sister. "Shit Sandy, this ain't working."

Shuddering with frustration Sandy got up from his lap and fell forward on her elbows and knees. Wyatt got up and knelt between her legs and drove his cock deep into her pussy causing her to groan and roll her eyes back in delight as he plowed into her. When Wyatt was sure she was ready he grasped her hips and began fucking her maniacally, their bodies clapping together as he slammed into her as fast as he could. They were like a pair of rabbits on speed, their fucking was almost comedic they were so aggressive. Sandy was facing Sara and Jeff as her body shook from the pounding she was receiving. "You two were so hot," she finally got out between her sighs and gasps of passion. "Touching yourselves, holding each other... so hot..." she may have wanted to say more but that's when she started to lose control and whimper with delight every time her brother's cock plunged into her willing pussy.

"That's... How... We... Started..." said Wyatt, emphasizing each word with a thrust into Sandy.

"Ohhhhh that damn Sago," groaned Sandy, "we were getting so hot and naked because of that bush." She reached between her legs and began to rub her clit as Wyatt continued to hammer away at her pussy.

"This was the only way we could stay sane," Wyatt said. It was clear he was getting close to cumming.

"You know," said Sara, "if you didn't poke each other with the sago leaves you wouldn't have that problem."

Wyatt stopped fucking his sister and they both stared at Sara like she was crazy. Finally, Wyatt said in utter shock, "Seriously?"

The thought never occurred to them to even consider stopping. Who would do such a stupid thing? Wyatt and Sandy glanced at each other then he began driving his cock into Sandy's pussy again. Sandy shook her head sadly. "Some people..." then began pushing back urging Wyatt to go faster.

Jeff and Sara watched as their kid brother and sister fucked themselves senseless. Slowly under the surface of the water Sara's hand closed around Jeff's cock and she now realized what she wanted for her birthday that was fast approaching.

Soon Sandy closed her eyes and shrieked, "I'm cumming baby!" and began driving herself back at Wyatt. Waves of delicious release washed over her as Wyatt tried to fuck but she was pushing back so hard he was off balance. As she pushed back and stroked her clit, Wyatt pulled out of her pussy and began to stroke his cock. His orgasm soon hit, and he started to spurt his cum on her back as he shook and groaned his way through a huge climax. With a groan of utter satisfaction, he collapsed on Sandy's back, and she collapsed to the ground.

"Fucking Sago," moaned Wyatt.

"Pervert plant," agreed Sandy.

Jeff and Sara stood aghast in the water, shocked at what they just saw, and shocked that Wyatt and Sandy had watched them as they lay together and masturbated and they didn't notice they were being watched. They were also utterly jealous; they both knew that they had just seen a preview of their future.

Finally, Sandy propped her chin up on her hand and asked, "What's your plan?"

Without looking up from Sandy's shoulder that he was kissing Wyatt mumbled, "yeah! Whatever it is, count us in!"

"Well," grinned Jeff, "Tomorrow is National Nude Day..."

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Schaeffer's Landing is a small beach on the St. Mary's river a few miles north of St. George and a favorite with the 18 to 30 crowd, anyone younger is chased away, anyone older is looked on with suspicion. Unmarked and known only to locals, it's a favorite among the younger crowd, most families go a few miles further north to Trader Hill where there is camping, picnic tables, and a small store. Schaffer's landing was once a favored boat launch until the dock was washed away in a flood years ago and was never replaced.

Just about everything that makes living in the south great can be found at Schaeffer's Landing. There's even an alligator or two, but with all the drunk rednecks splashing around chasing their dinner away, the alligators learned to stay in the Okefenokee swamp where they're protected. The river is filled with cool, refreshing water, the shore is beautiful powder fine white sand, there's plenty of sun to tan yourself but the river is lined with cypress trees to supply lots of shade, and the knobby roots of the cypress trees provide a decent place to tie up your canoe or raft. There's a rope hung way out on a cypress tree branch allowing a young redneck the opportunity to swing far out over the river and plunge into the water from a good height.

When Sara, Jeff, Wyatt, and Sandy Alden arrived the party was in full swing, charcoal and propane barbeques were set up, coolers full of ice cold beer were everywhere, it was a true holiday even though it was a Wednesday afternoon in late June. "Doesn't anybody work anymore?" said Jeff as they piled out of Sara's car.

"We don't," said Sandy. "I'm in college, I'm exempt." Sara was taking one course during the summer semester, Sandy and Wyatt were taking the summer off before they headed off to basic training at Lackland Air Force Base in September, and Jeff was working at the feed store three days a week They peeled off their t-shirts and sneakers revealing their swimsuits, then they grabbed towels, flipflops, and pill bottles full of sword shaped sago leaves.

Jeff scanned the beach and made sure there was no one under 18 there, when he was satisfied there was no one underage present he gathered everyone together. "Ok, stick to the plan, blame it on black flies and horse flies. Stick girls mostly, but we must stick a few guys too, so make sure they're from the football team, ok?"

"Why stick mostly the girls?" asked Sandy.

"Because if they take their clothes off, the guy they're with will take his clothes off too. It's human nature," explained Jeff. "but if you just stick the guy, when he takes his clothes off his girl will just get pissed and leave." Sandy nodded at the wisdom of Jeff's plan

It was a small town, so everyone knew who was on the football team, but Wyatt had to ask, "Why the football team?" He was a wide receiver on the JV team and was too slim for varsity.

Jeff, who spent most of his life playing baseball and suffering under the arrogance of the football squad said, "They walk around like they have a foot and a half of dick, let's see what they really have hanging."

"Don't forget... Sally Ann McCarthy first!" insisted Sara reminding everyone of the target of this scheme. The sibling quartet looked around and sure enough, there she was over near the edge of the open area where there would eventually be some shade. She and her acolyte, Loretta Huggins, were down by the shoreline showing off their bikinis to the boys splashing in the river.

Sally Ann was a pretty and curvaceous example of southern womanhood. Five foot two, 35D-22-37, blond hair, blue eyes, freckles, and that sweet, sweet southern accent that inspires erections. Loretta is a tall, slim, breathtakingly beautiful black girl with long straight waist length ebony hair, a tight athletic figure and a cute, sweet face that would make a Hollywood actress tell her plastic surgeon, "I WANT THAT!"

Jeff sighed sadly. He always suspected that he was dating Sally Ann just so he could be close to Loretta. When Loretta is away from Sally Ann, she's the sweetest girl that Jeff had ever met, but when she is with Sally Ann, she's a whole different person. Sally Ann has that effect on people. Together Sally Ann and Loretta have a birth control device that is 100% effective -- their personalities.

With a smile, a wink, a promise, and a wiggle of her fine, fine ass Sally Ann could get anything she wanted from any boy she wished... for a while. By graduation she had pissed off every eligible male in the Charlton county, and post-graduation she spread her toxicity further afield. Why she's here at this party could be anyone's guess, some thought that she was looking for a drunk enough redneck to ignore her bitchy ways, others though it was just to show off her body before all that Dollar General ice cream she eats sets in. And Loretta just follows her around like she's the only friend she has in the world, which just might be the case. Why they hadn't headed off to Savannah or Atlanta or Jacksonville to disappear into obscurity is anyone's guess.

As Sally Ann walked back up the beach with Loretta in tow, Sandy and Wyatt Alden came running up to them, those damn annoying Alden twins! Probably adopted, Sally Ann thought, they hardly look like their older brother and sister. Sally Ann looked for an exit, but the twins were on her like lightning.

"Sally Ann! Miss Sally Ann!" cried Wyatt, "Can we get your autograph?" and they both held up autograph books

"What are you talking about?" cried Sally Ann looking left and right for help.

"Monk down at the fillin' station says you two are going to head off to Hollywood and make pictures and be rich and famous!" said Wyatt.

Sandy nodded like a bobble head doll and held up her autograph book. "Can we get an autograph before you're all rich and famous and stuff?"

"You're crazy! Get out of here!" Finding no help Sally Ann and Loretta turned around and slammed straight into the last persons they ever wanted to see, Sara and Jeff Alden.

Sara and Jeff had crept up behind Sally Ann and Loretta unnoticed while Wyatt and Sandy begged for an autograph and when Sally Ann whirled around, like she always does when confronted by someone she doesn't want to talk to, she collided with her arch nemesis, Sara Alden. "Whoa! Careful there Sally Ann!" said Sara as she caught Sally Ann by the upper arms. The Hentai Sago leaf she held between her fingers poked its way into Sally Ann's arm.

Jeff caught Loretta by the shoulder and said, "hey! Did that black fly bite you?" He too was holding a Hentai Sago spear between his fingers

"I think he did," she said softly. "I think you chased him off." Since kindergarten Loretta always liked Jeff, she still remembered when he skipped second grade and left her behind, but they remained friends and she became fast friends with Sara, but Sally Ann informed her that she was to stay away from Jeff and Sara Alden and never speak to them, and Loretta always does what Sally Ann tells her to do.

"Oh Sara, I didn't see you," said Sally Ann with a note of disgust in her voice.

"You're lucky I was here, there was a big old black fly on your arm there, did he bite you?"

Sally Ann looked at Sara like she was crazy, of course she felt a sting, the fly probably bit her when Sara grabbed her arm. "Come on Loretta, let's go," huffed Sally Ann and she stormed off. Loretta gave Jeff a sad look and followed Sally Ann.

Sara stepped beside Jeff and watched Sally Ann and Loretta retreat toward their blankets and cooler. "I think that Loretta Huggins still takes a liking to you."

Jeff sighed sadly, "Well, if she's going to continue to pal around with Sally Ann McCarthy..." He shook his head and walked back to where they left their coolers. As he spread out the beach blanket he looked over at the area where Sally Ann and Loretta were relaxing and saw Loretta looking back at him. So slim and athletic, she reminded Jeff of his sister Sara, both are athletes of renown in Charlton county. After Sara graduated Loretta made a good attempt at breaking Sara's track records, and she almost made it. Jeff sighed and relaxed on the blanket and thought of what might have been.

After the agreed half hour had passed since they stuck Sally Ann and Loretta, Wyatt and Sandy got up and started moving around the crowd which was now well lubricated from vast amounts of cold beer and was sticking their targets with impunity. Touching Loretta and looking in her beautiful dark eyes left Jeff melancholy and he didn't want to play anymore, so he gave his bottle of Sago leaves to Wyatt who was more than happy to receive more "ammo." Sara gave hers to Sandy who scampered off into the crowd and Sara remained with Jeff.

Wyatt and Sandy were well known pranksters and the girls they poked were laughing and fighting back. While the "twins" were clowning around Sara saw telltale signs of discomfort over on the other side of the beach with Sally Ann and Loretta. They were adjusting their bikini straps and trying to avoid contact with everything. Sara knew all too well the feeling of hypersensitive nipples brushing against a bikini top... like now.

Like now?

Sara just noticed the hypersensitivity of the skin that goes with the neurotoxin of the weird Sago, did she accidentally poke herself? She glanced at Jeff, and he was taking his T-shirt off, it could only be that brat, Sandy. Wyatt normally follows the rules, but that fluffy haired mongoose of a sister has no problem turning the tables just for her personal enjoyment. She caught Sandy's notice, but Sandy just stuck her tongue out at Sara and took her last sago leaf and poked herself.

"She got me too," said Wyatt as he sat down on the beach blanket.

Sara held up her index finger and steamed, "You had one job..."

By now Sally Ann had removed her bikini and Loretta slipped out of her one piece and both were sunning themselves naked and attracting a crowd of boys who stood around them drinking beer and drinking in the view. Jeff and Sara roared with laughter as Sally Ann noticed the boys and threw sand at them yelling, "Git the hell away, ya perverts!" She still had no idea that she was completely naked.

Soon many of the girls at the beach began to remove their clothes while their friends watched in shock. There were a few people who dashed into the water to hide themselves but the feeling of the water caressing their sensitive skin only increased their predicament, they were hiding, embarrassed, and incredibly turned on. Another part of Jeff's plan came to fruition when the guys saw their girls start to take off their clothing, the guys joined them and soon most of the people on the beach were naked, enjoying the sun and each other. Dressed people were in the minority, some left but the rest stayed to enjoy the show and soon joined it.

Sandy Alden headed over to her friend Bobby Eagleton, they've had an on again off again relationship since grade school and they were almost as much brother and sister as Sandy was with Jeff and Wyatt. In fact, when it came time for the prom, she went with Bobby, but she spent the whole prom ignoring Bobby, and spent her time at the prom together with Wyatt while Bobby ended up getting to know Wyatts date Suzy McGeary. Bobby and Suzy soon married, and as people undressed, so did Suzy even though she wasn't stuck by Wyatt or Sandy. Suzy stood naked with Bobby talking with naked friends, a diet coke in one hand and a seven month baby bump.

Wyatt's steady girlfriend Donna Lynn was here, and he ended up with Donna and her sister Lisa when the clothes started to come off. Wyatt dated every girl in his entire class until he found Donna. She was the only girl he met that didn't have a problem with Wyatt's relationship with Sandy, in fact she thinks their close relationship was sweet. Donna comes from a big family, she has four brothers and two sisters, and they live in a small house outside of St. George, so like the Alden family, the Lynn family is a bit isolated too.

Jeff and Sara weren't seeing anyone. Sally Ann poisoned every girl in the school against Jeff, and Sara was always too interested in sports to take a liking to boys. She was seeing a guy at the University of Florida, but right now she was confused, when she wanted to think about boys her brother Jeff keeps popping up in her head.

The grills began to fire up as the number of dressed revelers continued to decrease. After the original few left, the rest were undressing just to join in on the fun. There was a long line at the big cypress tree to swing out into the channel of the slow running river, lovers were swimming across the river to the sandy banks on the other side where there were plenty of fallen trees and palmetto bushes to hide behind and make love. Occasionally a real screamer entertained the crowd.

"Am I the only one who shaves here?" asked Sara as they surveyed the crowd. Most girls had their pubes trimmed but very few shaved bare like Sara and Sandy.

"There's Brad Goodman, he's shaved," pointed out Jeff.

"He shaved so you can find his dick," muttered Sara. She was obliviously disappointed with her date with him last year. As they watched the crowd adjust to their nudity Jeff put his hand on Sara's hand and held it gently without realizing what he did.

"I'm just going to apricate today," said Jeff with a sigh.

"Then why are you sitting in the shade?" grinned Sara. She was impressed that he knew that word.

Jeff continued to watch Loretta as she rubbed suntan lotion on Sally Ann. The crowd around Sally Ann dissipated when the clothes started coming off around the beach spoiling Jeff and Sara's fun, and Sally Ann never really appeared to care that she was naked. She continued to order Loretta to do her bidding, fetch her snacks and drinks and put lotion on her.

Loretta didn't appear to be having fun and she continued to glance over at Jeff and Sara. When she finished Sally Ann's back, Sally Ann flipped over and insisted that she do the other side. Jeff watched as Sally Ann's knees came up and spread then she grabbed Loretta's head and began to pull her in. Jeff and Sara didn't hear what was said but Loretta suddenly pulled back, grabbed her clothes, and started to walk across the beach toward Jeff and Sara.

Jeff's breath caught in his chest as he watched Loretta walking toward him, a tall ebony goddess, her skin glittering from lotion in the sunlight, her black nipples erect, the smile on her face grew as she came closer. Sara noticed Jeff's erect cock and gently ran a fingertip up and down the sensitive underside of his cock while cooing "Ooo, someone still likes Loretta!" in his ear.

Finally, Loretta came up stopped and lowered her head and asked quietly, "May I sit with you?"

Jeff was about to answer when Sara said, "are you sure your queen won't miss your service?"

Loretta looked shattered and she dropped to her knees in the sand, "I'm sorry, I truly am," she paused for a long time, her face showed a series of emotions coursing through her. Eventually she said in a choked voice, "I've done some things in the past that I'm not rightly proud of... she found out threatened to tell everyone... I'm so sorry, I don't care anymore, I can't take her, and I miss you guys..." She looked stricken and ready to cry.

"We miss you too, we've been waiting for you... well, Jeff has. See?" and Sara tugged at his erect cock.

Loretta made a little whimpering noise then leaned over and kissed the head of his cock. Jeff gasped in shock then said, "It's ok Lori, come sit with us." At the sound of the nick-name he gave her so long ago Loretta brightened up and with a 100 watt smile. She scrambled onto the blanket and sat next to Jeff and leaned her head on his shoulder like Sara was doing on the other side of him.

Wyatt and Sandy came up and Sandy said, "Look at who finally pulled their head out!"

"God, he's been such a jerk since you ditched him," said Wyatt.

Loretta just smiled and began running her fingers up and down Jeff's chest. "I didn't ditch him, I just..." she shrugged sadly. "Sally Ann."

"Say no more," said Sandy, "that ho can fuck up anything."

Loretta noticed that Wyatt and Sandy were holding hands and smiled, "Y'all know what they call a virgin in South Georgia, don't ya?"

"No, what do you call a virgin is South Georgia," said Wyatt.

"A girl that can run faster than her brother."

Everyone paused as Sandy bristled, she finally demanded, "and how fast can you run?"

"Depends on which brother is chasing me," she grinned and winked at Wyatt and Sandy letting them know that she understood their relationship on a personal level.

There was a pause then everyone started laughing as Wyatt and Sandy joined them on the blanket, opened the cooler and began to hand out beers that they stole from their father. This was going to be an interesting summer, thought Jeff. A woman he adores on each arm, his horndog brother and sister rolling around on the blanket behind them, and all his school mates enjoying the sun and the fun completely naked, and no one has a clue why.

A very interesting summer indeed.