Message-ID: <24995asstr$962759403@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <000901bfe324$5c4644a0$3b48fd3e@paxman> From: "Neil Paxman" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2314.1300 Subject: {ASSM} New Story - Carly and Donna Date: Tue, 4 Jul 2000 21:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin Hi Maybe you could let me know if this is acceptable? <1st attachment, "The Tent.txt" begin> The Tent It had been a good day all round, up until that point. Donna and I had managed to finally get away from the student lodgings we shared in our small Essex town, and had piled into my little Escort, with assorted bags, maps and camping gear for the early morning trip to the New Forest. My car is old, but I love her, and she always gets us where we are going. That day was no exception, so at around 3.30, we pulled in at the Redshoots camping ground near Ringwood. Although both of us had some experience of camping with our parents, the next two hours were an education for us to say the least. My Dad had lent us his big frame tent, and we hadn't realised until that moment how much we had relied on other people to set the damn thing up. Usually, I had disappeared over the horizon, in search of loo's, tasty guys and the nearest pub, until the whole thing was up, and my Mum was setting up the stove, and opening the first bottle of wine.. This time, we struggled for about half an hour until, with relief, we noticed two guys watching us from across the field. They were obviously enjoying our amateurish attempts to get the poles up etc, and soon sauntered over to offer a helping hand or two. I have never pretended to be too 'liberated' and although Donna is a bit more likely than me to tell a too persistent guy to F.... Off, she was as grateful as I was to let them do it for us. Finally, it was up, and we felt obliged to offer them a beer from the cooler bag we had brought down that morning. Well, you know what it's like. One beer leads to three, and every damn one makes the guys look that bit more desirable (I guess it works in reverse too!) We ended up walking over to the camp club with them, when we ran out of stocks. After that, it was a bit of a blur for me, and I suppose for everyone else too. The club emptied at about 11.00 in the evening, and we had had a good time with the two guys. The one who latched onto me was called Rob. He was over 6 feet tall, with jet black hair, kinda long and untidy, but he had a nice smile, and clean fingernails (I check that sort of thing!) so I wasn't too reluctant, to be truthful. Donna was much less keen on her partner. I can always tell, she talks to me much more than usual, and doesn't give him any of her killer smiles! I suppose I should describe Donna and me to you. She had been my best friend since junior school. We share most things, although we have drawn the line at boyfriends. She is a little taller than me, (I am 5'5" on my tip toes) with the loveliest blonde hair, right down her back. She looks a little like the girl in Buffy the Vampire Slayer, (a nickname which, if you use it too often, she will tear out your heart and eat it, I promise). We have regular arguments about our boobs, mine are small and insignificant, while hers stick out a mile, and it drives me crazy when she says she hates them... I would kill for a C cup! Anyway, back to the story, we stumbled back to our tent, full of warm beer and good feelings. The guys held on to us like leeches, and Donna and I passed a look that said 'Shall we take pity on them?' It was obvious they wanted a little nookie, and to be honest, I was not against a little sticky fumble in the privacy of the big tent. Trouble was, we had only managed to set up one of the internal 'bedrooms' before getting too merry to care, and when we got back, we ended up, side by side, on our backs with a rather worked up male on top of each of us... Although it was really dark, the moon made it possible to see what you were doing, or should I say who :) I was allowing Rob to kiss me rather harder than I normally liked, He had his tongue right down my throat, and his hands were undecided whether they wanted to go down the top of my T shirt, or up the leg of my shorts. Although I couldn't see what Donna was doing, by the grunting sounds her partner was making, she was doing some 'Yellow Pages', and letting her fingers do the walking. We had discussed technique once, after finishing a bottle of my Dad's homemade wine, and giggled long and hard about her 'theory' on handling a guy's penis. She reckoned she could tell within 10 seconds when a guy was about to shoot, and take appropriate action. As someone who had once disastrously miscalculated, enough to get an entire mouth full of the messy white stuff (another episode in the back of a car, in the middle of a farmers field - don't ask..) I was in no position to argue! Rob had managed to get both my breasts out of my t shirt, and looked like he was having fun trying to squeeze them even smaller. I was about to call a halt to proceedings, when I noticed I had taken off my shorts, either that or he had gained an extra pair of hands. He seemed to give a short lunge, and something very long, and very stiff was rapidly disappearing inside my only just moist thingey. To say I was surprised was the understatement of the year! How he did it, I still don't know, but after another couple of seconds old Rob was getting into a pretty athletic gallop on top of me, and while half of me was thinking 'Oh no, this wasn't supposed to happen', the other half of me was being good old accommodating Carly, and just letting the guy do his thing. About thirty seconds later, just I was getting those tingly sensations, when the guys hard lower stomach was rubbing (probably by accident) that heavenly little button God had placed just in the exact spot my middle finger can reach, Rob decide he had had enough of the Kama Sutra, and thrust up inside me with a loud moan, and came, in two or three spastic jerks... Once he had stopped twitching, and dribbling loudly in my ear, he went strangely quiet. His penis had started to wilt almost straight away, and plopped out of me loud enough for our partners in lust to hear. Well they would have done, except Donna's beau was now snoring loud enough to cover a small thermonuclear explosion. Donna hissed at Rob, as he groggily got to his feet 'Get him OFF of me!' I was glad firstly to see that Rob's penis, still hanging from his jeans, was covered in a thin latex layer. At least the inconsiderate git had taken precautions. Then I was angry, because he had no chance to put that thing on while we were making out. He must have put it on INSIDE the club, before we left. Talk about confident! We shoved both of the men out of the tent, and zipped the outer wall up firmly. My Dad had seen fit to buy a Ziploc for the fastening, so at least we would be spared a return visit, although by the state of the two Romeo's as they left, I doubted they would ever find us again in the dark. I put on a small lantern in the corner, and by the dim yellow light, Donna and I looked at each other sheepishly. She had her shirt open to the waist, and her short cotton skirt unbuttoned almost to meet it. Her big boobs were hanging free of her black bra, ans she looked like the victim of a train crash...I looked at her and began to giggle helplessly. Her eyes flashed in anger for a second, then she started too. The giggles became a laugh, and then we were crying with laughter. I felt weak at the knees, and collapsed on the double airbed in the sleeping compartment. She flopped down beside me and we carried on laughing in fits for a couple of minutes. Every now and again, I would start again, and she would hoot with me for another minute. 'Did the earth move for you babe?' She imitated Rob's deep country accent. We dissolved in giggles again. My stomach was hurting, and I begged her to stop, but she was in the mood now, and carried on imitating my recent, if brief partner. Eventually, we laughed ourselves out, and, hot from the exertion, began stripping for bed. When we were naked, we laid side by side on the double airbed, on the open sleeping bag. I suddenly became conscious of her warm body next to mine. I had never touched a naked girl before, and was amazed how smooth her side and thighs were. It seemed hotter in the tent than before, and I remember thinking 'Something is going to happen' and a thrill went though my body, so strong that I shivered. I felt Donna shift next to me, and kept my eyes tight shut, trying to deny this was happening. She whispered really softly in my ear 'Are you still horny Carly Farly?' (her nickname for me) I could hardly breathe, but whispered back 'Uh huh' Now I could feel her breath on my neck, and one of her big boobs was lying on my arm, it felt hot and heavy, and I shivered again. 'Just lay still sweetie', she whispered again, 'let me do this for you'. Her breast moved from my arm as she moved again. I felt a touch like a feather on my shoulder, as her hand slid over my skin. I remember distinctly the sensation of my nipples crinkling as they became erect. I don't ever think I have felt that aroused in my life (I am 18, give me time :)) Her touch seemed to become bolder, as I didn't resist. Her palm covered my whole left breast, and she squeezed oh so gently, her thumb running over my nipple, which was so.o.o. sensitive, I trembled again. I could hear her breaths getting shorter, as she continued to massage my whole breast. I could feel myself getting very wet between the legs, and started to rub my thighs together, trying not to let her see, but she was wiser than me it seemed. Her hand travelled over my belly, stopping to tease the hair at the bottom of my tummy. I couldn't help my self, as soon as her fingers slid over my sex; I opened my legs without even the slightest pressure from her. I could almost hear her smile, and she began to draw small circles around the opening of my sex, stopping on every circuit to slip her finger inside, collect the moisture which had gathered there, and then slide that knowing finger up over my little button, which was so hard and stiff by now that the pleasure was almost pain. My hips started moving in time with her circles, and again I felt her shift. I turned my head towards her, and her head was right beside mine. I could feel her sweet breath on my face. She leaned even closer and opened my lips with her tongue. This, with the circling finger, was almost too much for me, and I jerked up, almost coming there and then. But she must have been right about her sixth sense. Not just with men it seemed. She stopped masturbating me for just a second, but it was enough to stop the orgasm for long enough for her to cover my lips with her own. Even though I was so close, I remember thinking that I should be doing something for her, but the sensations she was producing with that cunning finger were way too much for me. This time she carried on fingering me, hot and harder. I felt it start, and almost screamed into her mouth. I came and came and came, clutching her to me so hard I saw finger marks there on her arms the next morning. She let me calm down slowly, and we held each other for long minutes, the sweat from my body sticking me to her tightly. I know the sex books and porno films would have carried this scenario much further, with her tongue between my legs and my first taste of a girl happening at the same time, but this is different. This is a true story. We did all those things, and more, during the weeks and months that followed, but not that night. Instead, she masturbated urgently beside me, while I watched, and kissed her lovely mouth over and over again. This time I was drunk with another type of stimulant. Sex I will never forget that night, in the hot tent with Donna, after the unsatisfying episode with the two local boys. I am not exclusively lesbian, I still find an erect penis attractive, even lovely sometimes, and from time to time I have succumbed to the desire to take one in my mouth, or other places, but no sexual experience I have ever had has measured up to that night with Donna... I just have one fantasy to fulfil now; it involves a lovely, if slightly older woman called Tilly. She will be wearing one of those dark power suits which show the woman is only wearing lacy underwear beneath, and she will take me, almost against my will, first up against a wall in a hotel room, then naked on my back, I will watch her mouth work on me, between my legs, savouring the first climax she gives me After that, I will be her toy, to do to her what she wants. My mouth and fingers will be hers to command, as many times as she wants. The only condition is that she whispers into my ear that she loves me while I am pleasuring her... She KNOWS who she is :)...... I hope you liked my story Lots of love Carly P <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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