Jane Allison - A hungry bride

Dutifully they all marched around picking up twigs and bigger pieces of wood to start a fire.

"We can light the fire and strip off in front of it," Jeff said..

From the flurry of snickers and lewd comments that followed, Jane didn't know whether to take his remark seriously or not.

They all walked back into the cabin. "I hope you didn't forget matches," Mona teased from where she sat on the apron of the fireplace.

Larry pulled her gently away from the apron. "I've not only got matches, Mona, I've got something better." He took a can of charcoal lighter from a bureau and set it on the stone mantle. Then he and the other two men began arranging the wood in a pile. "Okay, everybody, stand back. When this goes off, you don't want to be too close to it!"

He poured the charcoal lighter over the piled wood, soaking it and moved a lit match under the pile. A brilliant orange fire roared up immediately, licking out over the apron so that everyone jumped further back in surprise.

"It's magnificent," Nancy cried, impressed. "This will be about our first fire of the summer."

"Why don't you get the drinks, Mona," Jeff said, "and I'll get the food started."

The late afternoon lunch was a modest affair, with beer and wine and trays of food arranged on the floor by the fireplace.:

But for the most part, no one ate much just nibbled on the food to sustain them while they were drinking. By the time Matt picked up the half-eaten trays it was five o'clock. The group of six had settled comfortably on the rug and pillows in front of the fire. It was warm and cozy by the crackling flames.

"How about some more drinks?" Jeff suggested.

"Sure," Jane said boldly, even though she was already feeling a strong effect from the two she'd had, probably from not eating much that day. Jeff went around and poured everyone more wine and they all sat back and sipped contentedly. All were beginning to loosen up from the wine.

"God, I'm getting hot," Mona said suddenly. "I don't know about you guys but I'm going to take my slacks off"

Jane looked at her in disbelief, but Mona was doing exactly what she'd said. She unzipped the pants, removing them from one leg, then the other, and stood there in her T-shirt and black bikini panties. Her long tapered legs stood out pinkly molded in the warm glow of the fire, and Jane blushed with embarrassment as the evening began to remind her of Mona's strip at the pool party. The dark-haired woman turned and bent over to pick up the corduroy slacks from the floor and the full rounded moons off her buttocks came into view. The panties slipped teasingly into the crevice of her buttocks from the position, and they remained there as she straightened up to take the slacks to a chair by the fire.

"Come on, Jane and Nancy, you're not going to leave me alone!" she said, her lushly ripened ass-cheek giggling slightly as she moved back to the fire and sat down on the rug. "Not me," Jane flushed. "I'm the shy type."

"Hey, I've got it," Jeff Allen said; "why don't we all take off our clothes and lie in front of the fireplace."

There was a moment of dead silence as the others looked at him in amazement. "Take off our clothes? Are you crazy?" Mat said. "You want this to developed into an orgy?"

"Sounds great to me," said Larry Leyton, already unbuttoning his shirt. "Come on, you guys."

"Yeah, then Janie won't need to feel shy," Jeff joked and slipped out of his pants.

Jane watched incredulously as all around, people stood up and took off their clothes. Every one of the men, Matt included, were stripping down to their underwear. He probably didn't want to feel left out, she reasoned. The three men had hung their clothes by the fire and resumed their positions on the rug, wearing only their jockey shorts.

"This is funny. You people are crazy!" Nancy giggled, slipping out of her slacks. She was wearing pink stretch panties that barely covered the small, almost boyish contours of her buttocks. Taking a look down over her firm full thighs and delicately formed calves, she laughed again at her own nakedness and tossed her slacks over a chair.

Jane was left alone. And never had she felt quite so alone as she did then, sitting there by the fire in her slacks, a blouse and a sweater, in a room full of practically naked people. Well, there was nothing else to do, she reasoned, and began undoing her slacks, pulling them down her long slender legs and off her feet. Her young buttocks jouncing resiliently, she walked across the room and deposited them on a chair like the others had.

She was just lowering herself back on the rug when Mona began pulling her T-shirt over her head. "Why stop now?" Mona's voice came muffled from under the T-shirt. "I'm going to get comfortable."

Right," Larry Leyton said. "You got to take off as much as the boys have."

Then, Mona had extricated herself from the sweater and was reaching behind her to undo her black lace brassiere. The snaps gave and the silky black straps slipped down her white shoulders, releasing her large, firmly set breasts. They bounced and swayed provocatively together as she raised to her knees and tossed her clothing over her head onto the sofa.

Nancy, giggling wildly, was doing the same. Her blue sweater and pink brassiere were off in seconds, leaving her slender young body entirely naked except for her pink panties. Kneeling, she settled back against her feet, her breasts small and rounded, but in perfect proportion to her tautly curving buttocks and lithe, delicate body.

Jane hesitated, remembering the display she had put on at the pool party and what had happened later! But she forced the thoughts out of her mind and stripped quickly from her outer clothing and lacy white brassiere, feeling a sensation of freedom and lewdly exciting abandon surging through her. Her proudly swelling breasts jiggled and danced as she moved, and she could feel people watching her, avidly eyeing the large melony orbs of her breasts that stood up, even without her brassiere, their pink nipples poking out in the warm air.

Then Jeff Allan was lurching playfully toward his wife, trying to pull off the sheer black bikini panties that barely covered her loins. She squirmed backward across the floor on her buttocks, giggling hilariously while he tried to break through her flailing hands to the tight elastic waistband that was cut low across her hips. Suddenly, he leaned back, grabbed her feet in a surprise move that jerked her, laughing, flat on her back. Before she could recover, he was over her splayed-out form, tearing the flimsy cloth down her kicking legs and off her ankles, and waving the panties triumphantly in the air.

Later, Jane couldn't remember exactly how it had all happened, except that Mona's flimsy panties had looked like a flag charging everyone to action. She vaguely remembered catching a glimpse of Jeff s long thick hardness straining against his jockey shorts, but discounted it. Then Mona was playfully lurching after Jeff jockey shorts, and when Mona had fallen back she caught a glimpse of his long white penis standing out stiffly in full erection from his naked loins. It looked big as a tree trunk as it stood out from his hairy pelvis, rock-hard and waving menacingly.

Jane realized she was gaping and tore her eyes away. Turning, she saw Larry Leyton coming after her. For some reason, the situation struck Jane as incredibly funny, and she was laughing all the while she struggled across the rug on her stomach with him pulling her panties down from her hips and finally stripping them off her long legs. She looked up to see Mona going after Matt, and Jeff after Nancy. The small Nancy shrieked as she clung to a chair, still giggling, and Allan jerked off the last vestiges of her modesty in shreds.

The room became a whirlpool of laughter and movement for an indeterminate amount of time until, simultaneously, everyone seemed to collapse on the rug exhausted.