“There’s a song by Billy Joel that meant a lot to Ray and I early in our relationship, and it still does,” she begins. “But this isn’t that one. For those of you who like to look at the screen on the wall and read the lyrics while you listen, don’t bother this time. The lyrics you’ll hear aren’t the ones on the screen.”
I recognize the music as it begins, Joel’s late eighties hit, “I Go To Extremes.” Definitely not the most romantic of songs. But it’s not Ray she’s singing it to, and she’s right about the, shall we say, adjustment in the lyrics.
Call me a nudist, call me a perv
Ask how I manage to work up the nerve
I like the feeling of sun on my skin
I like to air out my clit in the wind
Cold winter weather is my biggest fear
I wish that I could be naked all year
Someday I think that I will
Darlin’ I don’t know why I go without clothes
There ain’t a part of me that’s left unexposed
And if I stand, or I fall
I’m wearing nothing at all
Darlin’ I don’t know why I go without clothes
Back in the garden, working the land
If you see me you’ll see no farmer’s tan
Sex on the nude beach, coming in waves
That’s how I want to spend hot summer days
Fancy new blouse and nice skirt may look cute
But I feel best in my old birthday suit
Nothing fits quite like myself
Darlin’ I don’t know why I go without clothes
There ain’t a part of me that’s left unexposed
If it’s in front or behind
It’s no place the sun doesn’t shine
Darlin’ I don’t know why I go without clothes
Bask in the sunshine, dance in the rain
Feeling the breeze on my skin
Each time I do it I can’t wait to do it again
Freeing my body has unchained my soul
Loving the me that it shows
It’s crazy as fuck but it helps keep me sane
That’s why I go without clothes!
And if I stand, or I fall
I’m wearing nothing at all
Darlin’ I don’t know why I go without clothes
You know I don’t know why I go without clothes
There ain’t a part of me that’s left unexposed
If it’s in front or behind
It’s no place the sun doesn’t shine
Darlin’ I don’t know why I go without clothes
I don’t know why, I don’t know why
Yes I know why, Yes I know why…
I don’t wear clothes
I don’t like clothes.
Her voice doesn’t sound at all like Billy Joel’s, and that’s a compliment. Her soft Asian accent combined with superb vocal control, high energy, a surprisingly professional-looking performance, and the very relatable subject matter, gets her a tremendous positive response. Even Sonia is bowing to her. Ray is grinning proudly, and both Joe and Joanne nod their approval.
“Mimi came up with that song about 20 years ago,” she says to the crowd. “I think the entire nudist community should adopt it as an anthem.”
“I’m sure Billy Joel wouldn’t mind,” Mimi laughs.
After the chatter dies down, Megan and Taylor present themselves. Like Hera and Henri earlier, her hand is firmly wrapped around his cock, but he’s not just half staff. He’s fully stiff and ready for action. Only Megan gets a microphone. This is going to be interesting, I think.
Megan lays Taylor down on his back, with his head towards the audience. Then she sits over him, and impales herself fully onto his cock. Once again I marvel at how much she’s changed in only a week. I look over at Rena, and her expression combines a certain amount of trepidation with the same curious expectancy the rest of us are feeling.
She slowly rides up and down on him in silence waiting for the music to spool up, the microphone in one hand, the other resting on his chest. He looks up at her, smiling.
“I’ve loved this song ever since I was a little girl,” she announces. “I never thought I’d be singing it like this, but I think this is how I’ll sing it from here until forever.”
The introductory music begins, soft, slow, and sensual. It’s Jason Mraz, “I Won’t Give Up.” The rotations and swirls of her hips, and the movements of her vagina around his embraced cock are as slow, soft and deliberate as the beginning of the song. Without stopping, she looks directly at him and begins to sing.
“When I look into your eyes
It’s like watching the night sky
Or a beautiful sunrise
Well there’s so much they hold
And just like them old stars
I see that you’ve come so far
To be right where you are
How old is your soul?”
On one hand it’s a relaxed, romantic view. But it’s also extremely erotically intense, and I feel my nipples electrified and my pussy soaking as the song, and her perfectly synchronized fucking of his passive form, goes on.
“’Cause even the stars they burn
Some even fall to the earth
We’ve got a lot to learn
God knows we’re worth it”
The song builds, and her movements intensify. She’s now looking upwards, and it becomes a passionate anthem to her new life.
“And in the end you’re still my friend at least we did intend
For us to work we didn’t break, we didn’t burn
We had to learn, how to bend without the world caving in
I had to learn what I got, and what I’m not
And who I am______”
At this line she’s pounding herself onto Ray’s crotch, but the extended note holds strong and steady, loud and powerful. All of us listen reverently, mesmerized, moved. I think we all know exactly what she’s saying.
“Well, I won’t give up on us
God knows I’m tough enough
We got a lot to learn
God knows we’re worth it”
And Taylor finally can’t take any more. His jaw opens and clinches, his hips thrust upwards uncontrollably, his balls and shaft twitch, and he’s visibly shooting his cum deep inside Megan. Yet she doesn’t miss a beat. As cream dribbles out of her already sloppy opening, down Taylor’s shaft, and smears across his scrotum, she finishes calmly.
“I won’t give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I’m giving you all my love
I’m still looking up”
She sets the microphone down on his chest and takes a few deep breaths, then opens her eyes. Once again I feel teary, almost like sobbing. It was a beautiful, powerful experience. She leans down, kisses Taylor deeply on the mouth, and then stands and bows to the rest of us. She straightens up and spreads her arms outwards, still straddling Taylor’s hips, her quivering swollen clitoral hood hanging on to a single strand of white, thick, goopy ‘cumposite’ pleasure residue that dangles almost half way to her knees. It slowly releases creamy droplets from the end which drip down onto Taylor’s waist and belly. Then she steps over him and hands the microphone off to Joanne, who’s hand is shaking as she grasps it. She walks to the crowd to meet and hug her mother. Rena happens to be standing beside me.
“That was absolutely beautiful, sweetie. I’m so proud of you! I have learned so much tonight, but I don’t see you any differently than I did before. You’re the same beautiful and blessed woman you already were, but now you’ve found a way to embrace your true nature. I love that you have friends here.”
Hera, Herakles, and Phoebe approach to congratulate her.
“That was a sacred communion,” breathes Phoebe. You are one of the few chosen by the goddess. You and Hera are holy women, and I’m in awe of you!”
Finally, Sonia offers what may be the grandest compliment of all.
“Damn, girl, after tonight I think I know who of all of us here is the true artist!”
“I’ve wanted to sing and fuck at the same time ever since the first time Taylor fucked me,” she says dreamily, still breathing rather heavily. “And you inspired me too, Tethys, the way you so boldly walk around with a guy’s cum leaking out of your cunt and not caring who sees it. That’s so cool I wanted to try it too. It actually feels fantastic. I don’t want to even wipe it off anymore!”
Rena raises an eyebrow. “That’s wonderful, young lady, when you’re out in the yard or in the bathtub or over a tiled floor that you can clean. But not when you’re a guest over someone else’s carpet!”
“Oops!” Megan replies.
Nobody else volunteers to sing. We take another break, with a feeling that I hadn’t expected. We’ve been part of something extraordinary. This casual little nudist karaoke and pool party get-together feels more akin to a consecration, a baptism, a sanctification of restored life and a renewed capacity for love. At the moment, the way I can best express that love is to focus on Taylor, who inexplicably, and I’m sure momentarily, has been forgotten in the group fascination with Megan’s performance. He’s standing against the wall, a little dreamy-eyed himself, his cock returned to peaceful flaccidity, and with a thick smear of the same delicious substance that Megan is so carelessly wasting. Taylor’s residue doesn’t go to waste. It only adds up to a few drops, but I savor every one. His cock responds as quickly and as beautifully as I know it will, and I make a reservation for later.
Mimi comes over to give her encouragement, and she smiles lovingly as I lick my lips and take in the humid, hot, and glorious atmosphere of the room.
“If this is typical for naked karaoke I don’t know if my limited spiritual sense can endure it.”
“Nakedness itself is a spiritual act,” she reminds me. “Sex is sacred. When we fuck, we are sharing the blessings of beauty and joy and love. Orgasms are acts of worship. After all these years I still don’t know exactly who it is we’re worshiping, but whoever it is, she’s offering us a love that we’re able to open our hearts and accept. And it’s even better when we can share it with others who are capable of feeling and accepting that offering, even if they can’t quite articulate it.”
“Now I know where Phoebe got her religion from,” I laugh. There’s such a feeling of wholesome peace that soaks into my being for the rest of the evening. I have the urge to repeatedly hug everyone I encounter, and tell them how much they are loved. I’m not the only one. Phoebe, Herakles, and Rena walk up to me in the kitchen while I’m grabbing another snack.
“A lot of this is your doing,” says Rena with a smile. “I know I said earlier that everything I grew up believing was wrong, and at first I was extremely heartbroken knowing that. But now I’m happy. I’m happy because I know what was wrong earlier, and I know what’s right now. And now that Megan is doing what’s right for her, I’m free to do what’s right for me.”
Leave a Reply