Hut Hut Hike.

You have three hours again, and you decide you need some alone time. Julie is worried about you heading out without a cellphone, but you're adjusting to a nudist lifestyle, and suspect she is as well. You tell her you will be back, or will fuck someone if need be. You suspect you will fuck someone anyway.

Luna, still trying to remove the strap-on, offers to accompany you for protection. You turn her down as well, saying it's too early for the crazies to know about you. You hope that is true.

Cassie just says she hopes you don't get grass stains again. You slap her across the face and smile as you slip on some shoes and exit the door. Running around the neighborhood. Old Mrs. Hennessy, Alice Andrews, the Twins and Mrs. Logan all seem ready to fuck you, but you ignore their advances. You run down the street past further houses from people you barely know. A mother pushing a stroller flashes you her tits. Two high schoolers begin spraying themselves down with a hose.

You exit the street, realizing your nude status kinda draws attention to you as the 3-hourer. Down a hiking trail, you look at your watch. Then ignore it, because it doesn't tell time. You fashion that it must be about 4pm.

You begin urinating into a stream as a man and woman pass by. "John," says the man, who you recognize from selling him insurance. "Evan," you reply mid-piss. They nod politely and go on their way.

An hour or so later you spot an Amish wagon being driven slowly down the trail. Yes, you think, starting to become half-erect. The old man with a long Amish beard covers up his wife's face. "A bit chilly out, friend," he says, alarmed at your appearance.

"I have 3-hour syndrome," you say as the only explanation. "Oh, you poor dear!" says his wife as he places his hat back on his head. "Would you like me to lay with you?" You nod approvingly.

The horses stop as she gets down off the wagon. You find a clearing, and she removes her headdress, exposing long brown hair. It takes a long while for her to remove the rest of her apparel, as you meander about.

"Yo, old man," you say.

"It's Amos, actually. And the woman you are about to lay with is my wife Hannah."

"She's pretty young for a wife."

"Yes, she is my second, only four and twenty. Only a few years older than my daughter Rebecca."

"Where's Rebecca?"

"She's sleeping in the cabin."

So, about twenty minutes later you had Rebecca and Hannah lined up in the clearing, and had taken both their asses. Hannah proved a smooth cocksucker, undoubtedly pleasing Old Amos, while Rebecca had much to learn in that department.

You saved Rebecca's vaginal virginity for last. Tight and warm, Hannah had lubed her up nicely and you easily broke through her hymen. You enjoyed cumming into her, as she enjoyed it as well. You lied down in the grass, staining your ass again, no doubt. "Rebecca," you said smiling at your latest conquest, "I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship." You cupped her breast and stared at her longingly as you drifted off to sleep.