I was born in the '60s in a nudist community of about 120 people. I grew up in that community and always thought it was absurd how textiled people were so obsessed with garments. Now I realize that most people don't live in a tropical environment like I had so it is not always practical. I suppose you could say I was born and raised in paradise. Not counting diapers, I got my first garment on my 7th birthday. It was a lovely pink dress but at first I didn't understand that it was for wearing. I thought it some sort of bedding decoration since it was similar to the curtains in my bedroom. My mother put it on me and I stood in front of the mirror and thought it was lovely to look at but could think of no reason to actually wear it. I thanked my mother for the lovely gift and hung it on the hook in my bedroom (I didn't have a clothes closet nor a dresser). I think I wore it maybe three or four times before I outgrew it.

My first trip out of the community took place shortly after my 7th birthday and that is how I found out what the dress was for. I wore sandals and the dress but no underwear (at that point I had never seen underwear before). It was like visiting an alien planet. Nobody was naked! Everyone was covered with hot uncomfortable textiles and wore horrible leather bindings on their feet that I was later was told were called shoes. The occasion of our visit to a town was the funeral of my great grandfather whom I had never met. Afterwards my parents took me to a toy store and I was completely perplexed as to what all the strange objects were for. I never had toys. I played with the other children and with animals and on the beach and in the water. We swam and played games, learned how to meditate, draw, paint, write poetry and how to do chores but in a way that we thought was fun. I did have books, many books and read on a level about 4-6 grades above my age but most of the children in the community did that.

My first sexual encounter occurred when I was 10 years old. A lovely 12 year old boy who was in my massage class with me asked if he could practice massage on me and I jumped on the chance because he was my friend and I really started to feel a pleasant tingling sensation every time I got near him. So after class we walked to the beach (we had a large private beach so at any given time we might find maybe 4 or 5 people on the beach and mostly they were kids. That is not much for a two mile stretch of beach. He had me lay down and he gave me the loveliest massage. After a while he started to explore between my legs. Since it felt good and I liked him I let him.

My parents had explained the mechanics of sex and reproduction to me years before but had avoided telling me about the erotic sensations sex entailed. I was NOT expecting the experience to be so profoundly pleasurable. It took a while, maybe an hour when I had began to feel the most amazing intense pleasure and euphoria centered between my legs and I thought I would die of pleasure and I didn't care. I had my first orgasm while he worked me with his fingers. My parents had explained what an orgasm was and I had read about it but didn't understand until I had my first one.

I asked my boy friend to teach me how to give HIM an orgasm as I thought he had definitely earned reciprocation. He said that boys had orgasms differently and that to make him have one I had to wrap my hand around his penis and pull back and forth on it while massaging his balls. He showed me how and I got the hang of it and in about 15 minutes he was thrashing and grunting and then he squirted all over me. I laughed and he thought I was making fun of him but I told him I was laughing because it was so much fun to make him squirt like that and to see him experience what I had even if he experienced it differently. I was going to go wash off in the ocean but he asked if he could lick it off and that was fun and then we went swimming.

We explored a lot over the following weeks. He had learned a lot of things from his parents and older friends and he tried many of them with me. I especially liked when he licked me, particularly when between the legs or when he gently sucked on my nipples and I really liked it when he tongue kissed me. I was so in love with him. He wasn't quite old enough to start exhibiting signs of puberty other than his appetite for sex play. He was tall, lean, muscular, had long blond hair down to his waist, blue-grey eyes that I got lost in, long pretty eyelashes and delicious suckable lips and a tasty tongue. When he ate me out the first time I asked about returning the favor and he said he didn't know how I was supposed to do that but we learned by trial and error. The only information we had to go by was that people often sucked on penises but it was mostly the suckee who benefited not the sucker. That was the theory. I disagreed. I became addicted to his scrumptious sperm. It had a delecate subtle salty sweet flavor I never got sick of. My only complaint was he didn't produce enough.

We were never told sex was bad. We were never told it was wrong for kids to have sex, either with each other or with adults. We were only told about the consequences of unprotected sex. Since nobody could move into the community without a thorough physical exam and medical testing, there was no sexually transmitted diseases in our community, at least none I had ever heard of. If anyone left the community they had to undergo all those tests all over again. In a sense we lived in a bit of a bubble. So the consequences we were told about were almost exclusively related to pregnancy. We were told about the mechanics of reproduction as I stated before but we were also told of the responsibility we had if we accidently produced a child. Neither of us were ready for parent hood but we also knew that the risk of me at ten getting pregnant was unlikely. We decided to give each other our virginities and do so without condoms (readily available at the supply shed) but we also decided that we would begin using condoms either when I turned 12 or when got my first period or when my breasts or pubic hair began to sprout. It ended up being when I was 11 1/2 as my nips began to puff out a bit by then. It wasn't the same but we were willing to live with it.

That first time was even more amazing than I dreamed it would be. He got a bunch of candles and a satin comforter out of the supply shed along with a bottle of champagne and two glasses and some chocolates. He spread all of that over the beach. The moon was full and the sky was clear. Dolphins were playing In the distance. He had covered the bedding with hundreds of hibiscus and orchid blossoms. I had rubbed myself with rose petals and dabbed vanilla extract and baby oil on myself. I wove flowers in my hair and drew in lipstick a note on my belly that read "insert penis here" with an arrow pointing to my vagina. OK maybe inserting humor into the situation was not fully appropriate but he laughed and then I noticed the ribbon tied in a bow around his gift-wrapped erection. So I unwrapped my gift and sucked it hard while he tongue kissed my vagina. I don't remember how long we did that but at some point I just couldn't stand waiting a second longer and started going insane with lust. I spit his penis out and pulled to towards my vagina and just grunted "DO IT!" He flipped me over doggy style since that is how he had seen animals do it and they seemed to prefer it that way and so I got down pushing my face into a pile of orchid blossoms, arched my back and jutted my ass up as high as I could while spreading my knees as far apart as I could digging them into the beach through the comforter. I wished I had thought of writing the sign on my back instead so He could read it as he was mating with me. He teased me for an eternity by caressing my lips with his erection. I could feel him drooling precum on my lips and ass and thighs and then he began rubbing it between my lips up and down. I thought he was getting lost so I reached between my legs out of frustration, grabbed his erection and shoved it inside myself. I couldn't stand any additional teasing. I needed him inside me NOW! I pushed back against his erection while gripping the base and literally impaled myself on him. From what I had read it was supposed to hurt. It didn't. I didn't bleed at all. In fact there was no part of it that wasn't the most fabulous experience I could have imagined. He bottomed out in me and pulled back and I was about to tell him no when he plunged back in. He began to pump and I began to rub my clit and encouraged him to do it harder. At one point I was no the verge of coming and I yelled "MATE ME HARDER." At that point in my life I had not yet been exposed to what society calls obscene language. "Fuck" was not yet in my vocabulary. "Mate" was the only word I could think of that fit and I couldn't think of the proper grammar my mind be scrambled by insane lust. We literally orgasmed simultaneously.

It was perfect. It was more perfect than perfect. It was the most perfect perfection ever perfected. We fell asleep naked (our usual state) our bodies entwined with his penis still hard and buried between my butt cheeks. He wasn't especially large, not compared to adult size penises which is probably why that first time didn't hurt at all. So when I say he was buried in my butt cheeks his penis head just barely reached my butt hole and felt quite pleasant there resting against my anus. His arms were around me, one hand clamped between my thighs, the other tickling circles around one of my nipples. I could feel him breathing through my hair.

We woke up the same way we fell asleep. But we woke up to find my father and his mother standing over us. Well it WAS well past midnight when we got started and near sunrise when we fell asleep and everyone in the community were usually early risers so not unusual for the grown-ups to be up and about. My Dad had an angry expression on his face as did my boyfriend's mom. "Don't you know you're supposed to keep champagne chilled??????????????????????????????? ?????????????????????????????? ?????????????????????????????? ?????????????????????????????? ?????????????????????????????? ?????????????????????????????? ?????????????????????????????? ?????????????????????????????? ?????????????????????????????? ?????????????????????????????? ?????????????????????????????? ?????????????????????????????? ?????????????????????????????? ?????????????????????????????? ?????????????????????????????? ?????????????????????????????? ?????????????????????????????? ?????????????????????????????? ?????????????????????????????? ?????????????????????????????? ?????????????????????????????? ?????????????????????????????? ?????????????????????????????? ?????????????????????????????? ?????????????????????????????? ?????????????????????????????? ?????????????????????????????? ?????????????????????????????? ?????????????????????????????? ?????????????????????????????? ?????????????????????????????? ?????????????????????????????? ?????????????????????????????? ?????????????????????????????? ??? I thought I explained this to you young lady. And you didn't re-cork it and now the rest of the bottle is ruined. And you didn't sign out glasses. You know the rules. Everything in the shed has to be signed-out for. I expect you to correct that by noon young lady."

I noticed his erection as he and my boyfriend's mom, who didn't say a word, walked hand-in-hand back to the village.

The next day in school we walked in hand in hand to let everyone know we were together but word had already spread. We got a standing ovation and my teacher welcomed us to adulthood and re-assigned us to sit together. Since it was a tiny school there were only two classrooms so grades 5-8 sat together in one classroom. I had seen some of the older kids masturbate in class on occasion and occasionally feel each other up and a couple of times older kids even felt up the younger ones so I felt comfortable with the idea of my boyfriend keeping his hand between my legs nearly the entire school day. Half the time class was held on the beach but not that day though I don't remember why.

Jason and I stayed together exclusively for a few months. We were so much into each other no other people existed and everyone respected that but in our community people often played outside of their relationships and nobody seemed all that bothered by that. So I was not especially bothered when I found Jason's mom sucking his penis on the beach one day. I just sat down and told her he likes his nipples pinched when he got his penis sucked. She said she knew but he loves having a finger wiggling in his butt even more and Jason had never told me that. So I pinched his nipples and sat down on his face and rubbed my butt on his mouth while his mom got a mouthful. The only jelousy I felt was that it wasn't my mouth being filled with sperm.

As I said we were exclusive for a few months but we remained each other's primary love well into adulthood. We married and had three beautiful children and when our children got older we divorced. It was not just amicable. We still loved each other very much but despite all our progressive upbringing we still believed that a child's parents ought to be married to each other and we both wanted additional children but with other people. Since we couldn't be married to multiple people, in order to marry our new mates we had to divorce. We still fucked, a lot, and lots of other things as well. We had long since left the community, not out of any disagreement with the community but rather what we needed in the way of life's work was unobtainable in such a tiny enclave. I was a photographer and he taught philosophy.

So as I said we got married. He was 16 and I was 14 and we couldn't wait to get married because we really wanted me to get pregnant. The night before we actually snuck out on the beach and fucked each other's brains out sans condom and I kept chanting "fill my uterus with your sperm and make me pregnant" and "make a baby in me." and so on and he did. Of course we didn't know I was pregnant until after the wedding. The whole community showed up at the beach ceremony. Of course we were naked though my mom and aunts strung orchids together and made a sort of wedding dress and veil from them. Jason carved wedding rings out of sea shells. When the service concluded instead of the minister saying "you may now kiss the bride" he said "you may now take your bride" So he laid me out on the beach and made love to me right there in front of everyone. The adults went off to tend to the food and the kids all stood around in a circle and watch us practice making babies. It wasn't the first time we had an audience of children watching us, just the first time so many were there to watch and they clapped afterwards. Then we washed off in the ocean and joined the feast. That was 1978.

Jason and I never had sex with our children like our parents had with us. It was not because we thought it was wrong. In fact we would have been delighted if philic incest orgies became legally compulsory. It was just that by the 1980s there was a sort of witch hunt mentality when it came to philic activities and we thought it prudent to not engage in such activities in the U.S. We also figured we didn't really want to engage in sexual activities directly with out own children. I had in my early teens began to have a crush on my dad and Jason had an unhealthy lust for his mom almost to the point where for a few months in 1977 he almost broke up with me over his hunger for sex with his mom. We didn't want to encourage our children to develop those kind of feelings for us.

For a while we lived in Europe where at that time adults were able to have sex with kids with far less repercussions. In the '90s after the Soviet break up we lived a few years in Eastern Europe. We had hooked up with some nudists there who had a nice little community of about 200 or so members, half of whom spend a lot of time screwing each other's kids. It was there that I got to really let loose with my lust. Our youngest son who was 13 at the time made friends with a beautiful little 4 year old girl. She had already been fucked on a number of occasions and had been thoroughly sexualized by then. She was completely smitten by our son and actually pursued him insisting on him touching her. They recently got married.

We have been living back in the states now for the better part of a decade. We with our respective spouses all live together in a big house in the suburbs, occasionally visit the old community which has now dwindled down to about 40 people, mostly elderly. Jason, I and our spouses still have sex with kids on a regular basis but at our age, kids are anyone under 30. We have always been careful not to break any laws in the U.S.

I know there are people who read this and will think we are evil monsters. I won't apologize for anything. Everything we did, everything I did, was good and beautiful and not one child I ever did anything to ever regretted anything. we are in contact with every one to the last one and they reminisce fondly of our times together whenever we speak. You know you did the right thing by molesting a toddler when years later as a thirty year old girl she flies into your arms and practically tongue rapes you whenever you get together.