Message-ID: <44070asstr$1061593807@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: news.giganews.com.POSTED!not-for-mail NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 22 Aug 2003 08:41:09 -0500 From: Nick Scipio X-Original-Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-DMCA-Notifications: http://www.giganews.com/info/dmca.html X-Abuse-and-DMCA-Info: Please be sure to forward a copy of ALL headers X-Abuse-and-DMCA-Info: Otherwise we will be unable to process your complaint properly X-Postfilter: 1.1 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 22 Aug 2003 09:41:09 -0400 Subject: {ASSM} "Summer Camp - Book 2" by Nick Scipio - Ch 27 (mf, mff, MF, teen, oral, voy, mast, safe) Date: Fri, 22 Aug 2003 19:10:07 -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: dennyw, newsman Author: Nick Scipio Title: Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina Part: Chapter 27 Universe: Summer Camp Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends their summer vacations at a nudist camp. Keywords: mf, mff, MF, teen, oral, voy, mast, safe Revision: 1.01 Web Site: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/scipio/www/ FTP Site: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/scipio/SummerCamp2 Mailing List: Scipio_Stories-subscribe@yahoogroups.com ***************************************************************** STANDARD DISCLAIMER This piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you are offended by sexually explicit content or language, please DO NOT read any further. All characters in this story are fictitious; any similarity to any persons, places, individuals or situations is purely coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities described in this story. This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author, Nick Scipio (nick_scipio@yahoo.com). This story may be freely distributed with this disclaimer attached. Copyright (c) 2003 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved. ***************************************************************** Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina by Nick Scipio CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN The next morning, I woke up later than I wanted, but still early enough. As I lay in bed, I decided to skip my workout. In my mind, I went over what I wanted to take with us, and how I wanted to pack it all. As I was mentally preparing, a soft moan interrupted my train of thought. _Great,_ I thought. _Mom and Dad are having sex, and I won't be able to leave until they're done._ Then I silently laughed at myself. There had been a time when I would've eagerly rolled over to watch. I might've even jerked off while I peered over the edge of my bunk. But to my jaded sixteen- year-old mind, watching Mom and Dad have sex seemed blase. Mom would be on her side and Dad would be behind her, his hips rustling the sheet as he thrust into her. He'd probably be playing with her breasts at the same time, and Mom would be struggling not to cry out. Finally, curiosity got the best of me and I _did_ stealthily roll to the edge of my bunk and peer over. Much to my surprise, Mom was actually on her back, with Dad between her legs. Dad's hips rose and fell as he pumped into her, and in that position, there was virtually no chance I'd be seen. I felt my dick spring to life as I watched Mom run her hands over Dad's back and quietly urge him on. Kendall did the same thing when I was fucking her. With a wry grin, I quietly reached for my erection. Before I'd stroked myself a half-dozen times, Dad stiffened up and I knew he was coming inside her. Silently, I rolled to my back, my dick tenting the sheet. The sound of the birds outside drowned out any hushed conversation my parents might've had. But it also prevented me from determining if they'd gone back to sleep or not, so I simply waited. Soon enough, I heard one of them get up to use the bathroom. I seized the opportunity and rolled to the ladder. Unfortunately, when I reached the floor and turned around, my eyes met Mom's. She lifted her eyebrows and grinned as she spotted my erection. "Well, good _morning_," she said teasingly. She kept her voice low, to avoid waking Erin, but she still sounded entirely too chipper. I blushed six shades of red. Despite all that Mom and I had been through, it was still a little embarrassing to have her see my morning erection, especially since she probably knew what had provoked it. "Sorry, Mom," I said as I stepped to the sitting area to grab my towel. Then I strategically held it in front of my bobbing erection. "Don't worry about it, honey," she said quietly as she swung her legs to the side of the bed. When she stood, I couldn't help but glance at her pussy. Her pubic hair was damp and parted. She smiled when I snapped my eyes back up. Then she put her finger against her lips. "Shhhh," she said with a wink. My blush only deepened. "I'd better quit teasing you and let you start packing," she said. "Um... thanks." While I moved about the cabin, hurriedly stuffing things into my pack, I heard my dad start the shower. Mom stepped close and stood on tiptoe to kiss my cheek. "Time for round two," she said with a sly grin and a nod toward the bathroom. "Besides," she added in a more sober tone, "you've been waiting for me to get out of the way so you can sneak some rubbers out of your drawer." "Mom!" I hissed. "What? I'm not supposed to know that my son keeps his protection stuffed under his t-shirts?" If it were possible, I would've turned redder still. "Don't worry about it, honey," she said soothingly. "I'm glad you're being responsible. Gina and Kendall are very lucky young women." The last was punctuated by a teasing glance at my hard- on. "Mom, _please!_" "Okay, I'll quit teasing you. Besides, I need to get in the shower before your father uses all the hot water. Cold water turns my lips blue. And it spoils my concentration," she said, waggling her eyebrows suggestively. Finally, I threw my hands up in surrender. "Have a nice day, honey," she said, grinning broadly and kissing my cheek again. Then she disappeared into the bathroom. I dived for my drawer and quickly pulled three foil packets from under my t-shirts. The last thing I heard before I darted out of the cabin was my dad's surprised remark as Mom undoubtedly sank to her knees before him. As I walked down the hill--my towel hiding my bouncing erection-- I wondered when, or if, I'd have a chance to jerk off. I thought about simply dashing to the bathroom in the clubhouse, and finally decided that it was my best bet. To my surprise, I spotted Kendall as soon as I entered the building. Unfortunately, she was already in the shower. Lucky for me, however, no one was in sight. Without preamble, I dumped my things and joined her. When she saw my erection, she quickly looked around. Before she could do anything else, I pinned her against the wall with my body and kissed her heatedly. As the water coursed down my back and side, she reached for my erection and began stroking it with slippery fingers. Without thinking, I pushed her to her knees, where she continued stroking me. Before I consciously realized it, I climaxed. Semen blasted from my shaft, and as the sensations raced over my nerves, I closed my eyes in ecstasy. Kendall kept pumping my dick as streamers of come shot forth. When I finally looked down, Kendall's neck, chest, and hands were covered with shimmering drops of my essence. "It's a good thing I'm already in the shower," she said with a grin. "Oh, my God," someone said from behind us. "What're you two doing?" Alarm lanced through my thoughts and I half turned. Stupid, half- assed excuses like "I was only washing it," or "she dropped the soap," died unspoken when I glimpsed the speaker. "You ought to see yourselves," Gina said, laughing brightly. I quickly helped Kendall to her feet. She grinned, her eyes sparkling as she smeared my come over her already wet breasts. "Now I wish I'd taken a shower down here," Gina said. "But what were y'all thinking, doing it practically in the open?" "Well, I didn't think we'd get caught," I said lamely. "You weren't thinking at _all_," Kendall teased. "So? I mean, at least it was only Gina. It's not like someone else saw us." "You mean like the woman who walked through the door in front of me?" Gina asked sweetly. Kendall and I froze and stared at her. "Mmm hmm, she's from one of the new families." She shrugged. "I don't know her, but if you go around the corner into the kitchen, I'm sure you'll be able to pick her out. She's the short one with wavy blonde hair." "You're kidding, right?" I asked in growing horror. "Nope. She got an eyeful." Then she grinned at my expression. "I think she might've joined you if I hadn't been right behind her." "Oh, no," Kendall practically moaned. "Do you think she'll tell my parents?" "I don't even think she knows who your parents _are_," Gina said. "I wouldn't worry about it." "But what if she tells someone else?" Kendall fretted. "Then we'll deal with it when it comes up," I snapped. "Uh-oh," Gina said when she saw Kendall's expression. While Gina headed to the kitchen to start making lunch, Kendall and I finished our shower in a tense silence. I was still a little mad that she was constantly obsessing about "what if my parents find out?" but I also felt bad for barking at her. Unfortunately, I didn't know what to say. She shaved her legs quietly and then looked around to make sure no one was near. When she determined that the coast was clear, she lathered a washcloth, sat down, and began spreading the suds over her pubic area. With gentle strokes, she touched up her bush. Then she carefully ran the razor over the sides of her labia. She looked around again to make sure no one was near and then repeated the entire process. When she was finally satisfied with her neatly trimmed pussy, she stood. The look she gave me clearly said, "I'm doing this for _you_." "Listen," I said as I shut off the water, "I'm sorry." Before she could reach for her towel, I picked it up and wrapped her in it. "I was upset at myself because that woman saw us." She nodded. "But that's no excuse. I shouldn't've reacted the way I did. I know you're worried about your parents finding out about us, but if it happens, it happens. I think Susan's right, you'd probably be surprised by how they react." "You don't know them," she said sullenly. "No, I don't. And I don't want them to find out, either. But if they do, it won't be the end of the world--" "Maybe not for _you_." "It won't be the end of the world for _either_ of us," I said evenly. "I won't love you any less." "You will if my father kills you." "He wouldn't do that, and you know it." "My mom might," she said. "Well, if that happens, then at least I'll die happy." Her brow crinkled in confusion. "I'll be happy just knowing you love me," I said extravagantly, trying to cheer her up. Despite her sullen mood, she smiled hesitantly. "Ah, there's the girl I love." I stepped close and gazed into her eyes. "Listen, I'm serious. I don't want your parents to find out, but if they do, we'll deal with it then." "But what if they won't let me see you? What if we pack up and leave early? What if--" "What if you worry almost as much as I do?" I asked with a wry grin. "Let's not talk about this any more. Your parents like me, and I think they trust me. They're not gonna be at the quarry today, and we're careful when we're in camp." "Not always," she said. "Like in the shower a few minutes ago?" "Well, I won't do that again. I'm sorry. I shouldn't've done it. But... well... I was horny... and..." I grinned lecherously. "You have _no_ idea how beautiful you are in the shower." She playfully punched my chest and then smiled genuinely. "What could I do?" I said, shrugging theatrically. I lifted her chin with my hand and then kissed her tenderly. "I love you, and that's all that matters. Anything else, we can deal with when... _if_ it happens." She nodded in reluctant agreement. "Okay," I said with affected good cheer. "Let's go get ready for our hike." "Paul?" "Yes, sweetie?" "I love you too." "Good," I said, smiling. "I'm glad. Now, I'm going to run back to my cabin. Hopefully, my parents will be out of the shower--" "They shower together?" "Sure." Then I leaned close. "And that's not all they were doing this morning." I rolled my eyes suggestively. "So I hope they're done fooling around." "Paul! You're so awful." I grinned unrepentantly. "Would you walk me back to the Winnie?" she asked, suddenly shy. "I'd be honored," I said in my best Rhett Butler voice. She took my arm and we headed for the door. Her mother was just stirring when we reached the camper. Melissa smiled at me fondly before I turned and headed toward my own cabin. There, my parents had finished their shower and were sitting on the porch--with Mom in Dad's lap--and talking quietly. With a few words of greeting, I walked past them and into the cabin. In the bathroom, I brushed my teeth and quickly went through the rest of my morning routine. Even though I didn't need it, I shaved, although I started to get hard when I thought about how Kendall's hand looked as she slowly drew the razor over her mons. I rolled my eyes at my reflection in the mirror and hurriedly wiped my face clean. Then I grabbed a dry beach towel and headed back out. "Bye, Mom. Bye, Dad," I said as I passed them. "Have fun, honey," Mom said. "Remember, be back by five." "I will. Thanks." I broke into a trot as I headed back to collect Kendall from her camper. She met me at the door and kissed my cheek before we started down the hill. Behind us, her mother wished us farewell. Without stopping, we turned and waved our thanks. ----- In the clubhouse, Gina had most of our lunch already made. Kendall immediately started making breakfast. None of us wanted anything elaborate, so she fixed eggs, toast, and grits. While the girls were moving about the kitchen, I started packing our gear. To my surprise, I looked up from my backpack and my eyes fell upon a petite, curvy blonde woman. She was drinking a cup of coffee and watching me. Her eyes smiled as she took another sip. I was positive she was the woman who had seen us in the shower. With an internal grimace, I felt my face and neck heating. "Hi," she said. "I'm Elaine." She looked about ten years older than me, but it was hard to tell. Her face was young looking, but her eyes looked mature. She was actually quite pretty, with a light dusting of freckles and round, shapely breasts. "Um... hi. I'm Paul." "Nice to meet you, Paul," she said. Then she nodded toward the kitchen. "Is that your girlfriend?" I followed her glance to Kendall and then nodded. "She's very pretty." "Um... thanks." I paused for a second and gathered my courage. "Um... sorry about... um... you know," I said vaguely. "Oh?" "You know, about earlier... when we were... um... in the shower." "Don't worry about it," she replied with a grin. "I used to be the same way." Before I could say anything else, the clubhouse door opened and she looked up. A man and two small children walked in. "Paul," she said, standing up, "this is my husband Dennis." "Dennis Raeford," he said, holding out his hand. "Paul Hughes," I replied. He was actually a little shorter than me, but broader through the chest. He wasn't as well-defined as me, but his arms and shoulders looked like they held a lot of power. As I sized him up, I clasped his hand and shook it absently. His grip was strong, but not challenging, and I smiled internally when I realized he didn't feel the need to play dominance games. "And these are Linette and Barry," Elaine said, gesturing to her children. "How old are they?" I asked. "Linette is five, and Barry's almost three." "It's nice to meet you Linette," I said, although she hid behind her father's leg. "Can you say 'hello' to Paul?" her father asked. "Hello," she said, then ducked behind his leg again. I said hello to Barry as well, but he merely stuck his thumb in his mouth and reached for his mother. "It was nice to meet you, Paul," Elaine said as she picked up her son. "Yes," Dennis said. "It was nice to meet you." "Nice to meet you too," I replied. "Now, Mr. Boo," Elaine asked three-year-old Barry as she walked toward the kitchen, "what would you like for breakfast? " I watched as the family walked away and then breathed a sigh of relief. Elaine may have seen Kendall and me, but she didn't seem to be upset about it, which was a _very_ good thing. During breakfast, I related the conversation to the girls. After we finished eating, I introduced them to the Raefords. We exchanged pleasantries for a moment and then I started loading the backpack with our lunch. In less than five minutes, we were out the door and headed down the hill toward the lake. ----- Once we rounded the feeder lake, I took the lead, but kept an eye out and made sure I didn't get ahead of the girls. For a while, they chatted about the new family. They thought the kids were precious, especially Linette. And Barry "Boo" looked just like his father, they said. For a while they talked about how good-looking Dennis was, but I quickly realized that they were hoping to get a rise out of me. I'm sure they really thought he was attractive, but when I didn't bristle, the conversation turned to other subjects. Gina asked several questions about _Fear of Flying_ and _Our Bodies, Ourselves_, and Kendall was more than happy to talk about those books and others. By the time we reached the quarry, I'd learned all sorts of things about the ERA, feminism, women's health, and a host of other subjects. Kendall proclaimed that she believed in women's equality, but she was a traditionalist, and she felt that it was still a woman's responsibility to raise the children and maintain the household. It seemed like a clash of ideals to me. Gina wanted to know how Kendall planned to become a doctor--which would take the better part of nine or ten years--raise children _and_ maintain the household. Kendall said she didn't plan on having children until she finished her residency, and one of the reasons she picked psychiatry was that she could have a home office if she needed to. Gina was skeptical, but Kendall had evidently put a lot of thought into it. "You can be a strong woman _and_ a good mother," Kendall said. "Our bras don't need burning, they aren't holding us back. The only thing holding us back is the idea that we _can't_ do something, just because we're women. So if I want to have a career and a family, then I'm going to do it." "Amen, sister," Gina said. "I'm responsible for my own body, and my own happiness. But 'wife' doesn't mean slave, and 'mommy' is _not_ a dirty word. I may be barefoot and pregnant, but it'll be my _choice_. I'll choose to support my husband and raise our children. And I'm going to marry a man who's not threatened by that." She paused for a moment and then squared her shoulders. "I am woman, hear me roar." Gina and I simply stared at her, a little shocked by her passion. Kendall grinned bashfully when she saw our expressions. "Sorry," she said. "I guess I kinda got on my soapbox." "Yeah," I said, "but I like your soapbox." "Me too," Gina said. After that, we set up our picnic spot on top of the large boulder. I began to inflate the raft as the girls chatted some more about what they wanted to do with their lives. It was interesting to listen to, so I kept quiet and simply paid attention. Gina wanted to get married and have children, but she really wanted to be a doctor. And with all the time and effort it would take to become one, she didn't know when she'd have time to start a family. Unlike psychiatrists, OB/GYN doctors didn't have home offices. She also worried about her grades and getting into med school. I wasn't surprised to learn that Kendall had graduated with a 4.0 average and was one of the top students in her class. Gina would've had a 4.0, but she'd gotten a C in freshman phys ed, which bothered her. She was concerned that it would keep her out of the med schools she was interested in--Duke, the University of Washington, UC-Davis, and the University of Michigan at Ann Arbor--but Kendall assured her that most med schools were more interested in _college_ transcripts and MCAT scores. (_Whatever those are,_ I thought.) For a moment, I wondered how Gina had come up with _those_ schools, but she and Kendall struck up an animated conversation about the merits of each university, so I figured Gina knew what she was talking about. While I listened to them discuss the differences between primary care schools and research schools, I let my mind wander. Unlike either of the girls, I really had _no_ idea what I wanted to do with my life. For a time, I had thought about going into the military like my father had, but it just didn't appeal to me. And while I liked the idea of flying for a living, I was only lukewarm about it. I knew my dad enjoyed his job, but I also saw the scheduling downsides of working for a major airline. Unfortunately, nothing really appealed to me. In short, I had _no_ idea what I wanted to be when I grew up. By the time I had the raft inflated, Gina and Kendall's conversation had shifted to SAT scores, Advanced Placement classes, and extracurricular activities that looked good on college applications. I threw the raft into the lake and then dived in after it. The girls followed me, simply continuing the conversation once they surfaced. Kendall was giving Gina pointers about the English portion of the SAT, so I decided to swim for the waterfall. Behind me, I could still hear them in animated conversation. ----- "Why'd you take off?" Gina asked when I returned a little later. "Well, you two were talking, and...," I said with a shrug. In truth, I was a little preoccupied about the fact that I had _no_ idea what I wanted to do with my life. I had two more years of high school, which seemed like all the time in the world. But the fact that Gina was already thinking about what she wanted to do after she got her bachelor's degree--in six years--only underscored the notion that my life seemed rudderless. Where Gina appeared unaware of my mood, Kendall looked at me insightfully. I suddenly felt like she could see right through me. "You wanna rub suntan oil on us?" Gina asked. Kendall and I made eye contact, and the feeling that she understood my innermost thoughts intensified. "I guess," I said with a shrug. "You wanna go first?" Gina asked Kendall. "No, you go ahead," Kendall replied distractedly, studying me. Still oblivious, Gina cooed in delight and then lay on her back. With a shrug that only Kendall saw, I picked up the bottle of suntan oil. She smiled in understanding as I squirted some of the sun-warmed oil into my palm. Then I started at Gina's feet and slowly worked my way up her legs. My hands glided over her dark, shiny, slick skin and she sighed in delight. When I reached her pussy, I gently rubbed the oil into her pubic hair, making it shine. She squirmed a little as my fingers brushed over her sensitive labia, but I quickly moved to her soft belly. Kendall grinned when I looked at her. Then she reached out and began stroking my hard-on. While she did, I squirted oil between Gina's flattened breasts. Then I ran my hands up the sides and gently teased her nipples. For a few moments, I concentrated on them as she moaned in delight. Finally, I moved my hands to her shoulders. She languidly opened her eyes and gazed up at me. When Kendall withdrew her hand from my dick, Gina's quickly wrapped her fingers around my shaft. I scooted my hips forward until my knees were next to her breasts. Then I squirted some of the warm oil onto my length. With a hungry grin, Gina worked it into the soft skin of my shaft. Using both hands, she began stroking me, squeezing gently as she did. "It's cool to watch, isn't it?" Kendall asked softly. Gina merely smiled and nodded. "I like watching the pre-come ooze out. And I dunno why, but I like feeling his come on my skin." "Yeah," Gina agreed dreamily. "It's all hot and slippery." "You wanna try something?" Kendall asked. "Something I read about?" Gina nodded eagerly. "Stroke him real slow, but use lots of pressure. Not too much, but keep your hands tight all the way up his shaft. Just squeeze at the bottom and keep squeezing as you move up. Right at the crown, squeeze once, then let up. Then slide your hands back down and do it again." Gina did as instructed and I closed my eyes in bliss. To my surprise, I felt Kendall's hand near my ass. I started to recoil, but she reassured me with a quiet shush. She had oil in her palm and she cupped my balls, spreading the warm, slippery liquid over them. Then she pressed her fingers against the slight bulge behind my testicles. My cock surged in Gina's hands and she cried out in surprise and delight. While Kendall massaged the bulge, Gina slowly jerked me off. The pressure built steadily, but it wasn't so quick that it overwhelmed me. It was like I could feel my balls coming to a slow boil. "What's really cool," Kendall said, grinning at me quickly, "is watching him shoot. It's like he's a fire hose, and this torrent of semen just blasts out. The way it squirted this morning, it's no wonder that I almost choke whenever he comes in my mouth." "No kidding," Gina replied, stroking steadily. When she looked up at me, she smiled and her eyes grew glassy. "The first time you came in my mouth, I didn't think you were ever gonna stop." Then she laughed softly and glanced back at Kendall. "Now, I can't wait to feel that first spurt hit the back of my throat. God, I love the taste of come. Don't you?" "It's okay," Kendall said with a shrug, glancing my direction. "It's better than okay. I get hot just thinking about it." "Well, I kinda like the feeling, and the taste isn't bad, but I don't like it as much as you do. I like the look on Paul's face more than anything else," she said, smiling at me. "I'm getting all wet just from talking about it," Gina said. I tried not to chuckle as Gina licked her lips and smiled at me. Then her eyes locked on the shiny purple head of my cock. "Do you want me to jerk him off on your tits?" Kendall asked. "I think it's called a pearl necklace." Then she turned to me. "Would you like that?" "Huh?" Gina asked. "When a guy shoots on your tits and chest," Kendall explained, "they call it a pearl necklace." Gina looked at me as if to ask, "They do?" "How should I know?" I replied with a shrug. Then I nodded toward Kendall. "She's the one who reads about this stuff." Kendall blushed and moved to my right. Then she squirted more oil in her palm and rubbed her hands together to spread it around. "Well," Gina said thoughtfully, "Paul _has_ been getting us jewelry lately." Then she grinned artfully. "Do you think I'd look good in a pearl necklace?" "I think you'd look fabulous, dahling," Kendall said. "Well," I interjected, "whatever you decide, you'd better do it soon." "Oooooh," Gina said. "Then I definitely want a pearl necklace." Kendall reached out and her hand replaced Gina's. With her left hand, she reached behind me and started massaging my prostate again. "God, that looks so sexy," Gina said. "I think I like watching you jerking him off." Kendall and I smiled at each other and then I closed my eyes as the first twinges of orgasm reached my brain. "Push your tits together," Kendall directed Gina. Using gentle pressure, Kendall had me sit back a little. Then she aimed my manhood at Gina's proffered breasts. Kendall kept stroking and squeezing my oily dick, her hand almost slipping over my glans each time. "I think he's getting close," she said. With my eyes still closed, I drew a deep breath and nodded. The sensation was almost indescribable--it felt like Kendall was slowly drawing semen up from my balls. I trembled, ready to explode, but it seemed like everything was in slow motion. Just when I thought I was ready to come, Kendall slowed her pace but tightened her grip. The feeling was exquisite. Finally, she began stroking me in earnest. Her hand pressed against the bulge behind my balls and I felt a wave of pleasure wash through my groin. "Get ready," Kendall said. With a groan, I arched my back and my muscles went taut. Kendall's oil-slick hand gripped my shaft and started pumping. A supernova exploded behind my eyes as I loosed a torrent of sperm. Vaguely, I heard Kendall and Gina crying out in surprise and delight as I coated Gina's chest with my pearly load. When I finally regained my senses, I sat back on my haunches, panting. I opened my eyes to find both girls grinning at me, their chests heaving as well. Gina was positively covered. From her cheek to the under-curve of her breasts, glistening drops of semen winked in the noonday sun. "Wow," Kendall said. "That was a lot." "Mmmmm," Gina agreed, already wiping the come off her face and licking her fingers. Much to my surprise, Kendall raised her hand to her mouth and tasted some of the semen that had landed there. Our eyes locked, and she smiled coquettishly. She had tasted my come before, but she had never actively licked it up. Her eyes smoldering, she fastidiously cleaned her hand. Despite the fact that I'd just come, I felt my dick twitch as I watched. Gina, heedless to the interplay between Kendall and me, smeared my come over her breasts, circling and tweaking her nipples as she did. Finally, she sat up and sucked the remaining few drops of semen from my semi-hard cock. The head was incredibly sensitive, so I didn't let her suck as long as she would have liked, but she seemed happy enough. ----- After we rinsed off in the lake, we had lunch. Gina had packed ham and cheese sandwiches, potato salad, pickle spears, and grapes. Fortunately, she had made three sandwiches for me, which I happily ate. Afterward, we lounged around and talked about our time at camp. The topic of going back home came up, and Gina asked about Amy's letters. As objectively as I could, I told them about the first three. "It sounds like she misses you," Kendall said. Gina's expression remained wary. "Yeah," I said, "but there's more." Then I told them about the fourth letter. "Wow," Kendall said. "No kidding," I replied. "Unfortunately, I read _that_ letter first, since the others were in a larger envelope with a later postmark." Kendall nodded in understanding. "What's she think she's gonna do?" Gina asked testily. "I mean, after that last letter, she won't get you back." Kendall and I looked at each other in alarm. "There's nothing she _can_ do," I said reasonably. "Besides, she wasn't getting me back _before_ I got the letters. I loved Amy once, and I guess a part of me still does, but I don't want to be with her any more." "But you're gonna see her all the time," Gina protested. "And each time I see her," I said evenly, "I'm going to be counting the days until I can fly to Charleston and see you." "Oh." "It's not like Paul _wants_ to get back together with her," Kendall said, adding a voice of reason. I shook my head in agreement. "Besides," Kendall added, "we'll keep him too busy trying to come see each of us." "I just don't like the idea of her being around him all the time, and trying to steal him." "If she does that," Kendall said, "Paul will just tell her no. Won't you?" she asked, turning to me. "Yeah. Of course." "But he still has to call her," Gina said. "Yeah," I said. "And I'm gonna tell her that we need to talk when I get back to Atlanta." "What are you going to talk about?" Gina asked suspiciously. "Look," I said, trying not to sound testy, "I'm not going to dump her over the phone. That's just not cool." "But you said you broke up before the end of school." "They did," Kendall said, interjecting smoothly. "But she sent those letters thinking Paul would take her back if she told him how much she loves him. So in her mind, it's almost like they never broke up at all." "I guess," Gina said sullenly. "Paul's right," Kendall added. "He can't break up with her over the phone. That would be... tacky, and he's not like that. So he's got to call her, and soon, to tell her they need to talk when he gets home." "Just because _she_ thinks we're still together doesn't mean _I_ think that," I said. "And I need to let her down in person. I owe her that." "You don't owe her anyth--" "Gina," I said firmly. "I owe her at least that much. I can't treat her like she never meant anything to me. How would you feel if I did that to you?" "You'd never do that to me." "No," I said earnestly. "And I won't do it to her, either. Look, the last thing I want to do is call Amy. I guess I kinda hoped that she'd move on after I left for the summer. Obviously, she didn't. So now I gotta deal with it. I'd rather do _anything_ other than hurt her feelings, but I just can't be her boyfriend, and telling her that is gonna hurt." "Her, or you?" Gina asked petulantly. I frowned. "Do you think I _like_ hurting girls' feelings? Of course it's gonna hurt me too." "But Paul's already moved on," Kendall said evenly. "He's got you, _and_ me. Amy isn't a part of his life anymore, not like we are. But for her, it sounds like she has a lot of emotion wrapped up in Paul and their relationship." I nodded. "Their _former_ relationship, I should say," Kendall amended. "We need to be supportive of Paul, because this isn't going to be easy for him." "This isn't easy for _me_," Gina said. "It's not easy for any of us," Kendall replied. "But you and I are really just bystanders. We know Paul loves us, and we're already planning how we can be together after the summer. You more than me, of course. But we don't have to listen to Amy's disappointment. We won't have to go back to school and see her like Paul will." "That's what I'm worried about." "You shouldn't be," I said flatly. "But what if she wants to have sex with you?" Gina asked. "What'll you do then?" I lifted my right hand and waggled my fingers. Then I circled my fingers and made stroking motions. "Oh," she said in sudden realization. "Which is less than you'll have," I said. "You'll have Lisa and your sisters." "Sisters?" Kendall asked. "Plural?" Gina looked sheepish. Then she turned to me. "I thought you said we couldn't have sex with someone else, a girl _or_ a guy, unless we both agreed." "Yeah," I replied with a nod. "But you didn't think I was going to ask you not to have sex with Lisa or your sisters, did you?" "Well..." "I'm not. That's just dumb. I know you're not going to dump me over Lisa." She quickly shook her head. "But you need to understand that I'm not going to break up with you, either. And certainly not over a past relationship with Amy." "Oh." "Besides," I added, "having sex with someone else doesn't mean I don't love you. I mean, Kendall and I will be together for another week." "Yeah, but she's different. She's your girlfriend too," Gina said. "Mmm hmm. And then after Kendall leaves, Susan and I will probably spend some time together." "My goodness," Kendall said with a grin, "your dance card certainly seems to be full." I grinned and felt my face warming. "Yeah," Gina said, "but Susan's _way_ different." "She is," Kendall said. "But she's more of a threat to us than Amy is." "Susan's not a threat," Gina replied quickly. "My point exactly," Kendall said. "Amy's not a threat to either of us. Paul is over her. He's moved on, and he's got us now." "Not for long," Gina said sullenly. "I'm leaving tomorrow." "Then let's enjoy today," Kendall said. "Besides, I've got a special surprise for you. I guess you'd call it a going away present." "Really?" Gina asked as her eyes lit up, all thoughts of Amy forgotten. Kendall nodded. "What is it?" "I'll give it to you at the top of the falls," Kendall said. "C'mon, lets take the raft and blanket up there." Like a shot, Gina was up and ready to go. Unfortunately, the raft was adrift in the middle of the lake. I swam out and retrieved it while the girls gathered up what we wanted to take with us. With grins all around, and me still dripping, we headed toward the top of the falls. ----- "So, what's my surprise?" Gina asked as soon as we set up our spot in the shade. "You'll see," Kendall replied. Then she retrieved a bar of soap and the washcloth. "I'm gonna get cleaned up first." Gina rolled her eyes and joined Kendall as she waded into the pool. With a shrug, I followed them. I didn't have any idea what Kendall was up to either, but from the look in her eye, it promised to be fun. Instead of the Ivory soap we normally used, Kendall had brought along a bar of something that smelled nice. She lathered the washcloth and handed the soap to me to hold. Then, much to my delight, she began washing me. When I was as clean and as fresh- smelling as I was going to get, she rinsed the washcloth and held out her hand for the soap. "Okay," she said. "Who wants to do me?" Before I could open my mouth, Gina practically leapt for the washcloth. With a smile, Kendall relinquished it. While Gina ran the sudsy cloth over Kendall's lush figure, I grinned and began to stroke myself. Kendall nodded her approval, her eyes smiling mischievously. "Your turn, Gina," Kendall said as she rinsed off. Kendall swept Gina's wet hair out of the way and started on her back. Instead of then washing Gina's front, Kendall asked her to rinse off. Then she lathered the washcloth and washed Gina's arms. Gina was clearly enjoying the attention, and I was enjoying watching, but I wondered what Kendall was up to. Kendall moved in front of Gina and washed her breasts and stomach. As she did, she ran her hands over the darker girl's slippery skin. She playfully tweaked Gina's already stiff nipples and then asked her to rinse. When Gina rose, dripping, Kendall looked at her, smiled, and took a deep breath. She let it out slowly, as if calming herself. To my astonishment, Kendall bent down and flicked her tongue against Gina's right nipple. Gina gasped in surprise and then moaned as Kendall wrapped her lips around the hard, brown point. Then Kendall steadied herself with a hand on Gina's trim stomach. My cock swelled at the sight, and I squeezed it gently. Kendall switched to Gina's other breast, kissing around the areola before she zeroed in on the nipple. Gina held the taller girl's head and sighed in pleasure. After licking and sucking for nearly a minute, Kendall pulled back and smiled bashfully. "Surprise," she said. Before Gina could say anything, Kendall sank to her knees, re- lathered the washcloth, and began gently washing the younger girl's stomach and legs. With another deep breath, she moved the washcloth over Gina's pussy. Gina spread her legs slightly as Kendall washed between them with the soft, soapy cloth. "Rinse," Kendall requested softly. When Gina stood, Kendall wrapped the washcloth around the soap and held it in one hand. With scarcely a quiver, she leaned forward and kissed Gina's supple stomach. Gina watched, mesmerized, as Kendall trailed her kisses lower. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Kendall reached the level of Gina's pubic hair. Instead of kissing it, she skipped lower and kissed Gina's upper thigh. Alternating sides, Kendall steadily moved upward. Gina seemed to be holding her breath, and I found myself holding my own as well. Kendall closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and swallowed hard. Very slowly, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against Gina's mons. Rapt, I watched her nuzzle Gina's jet-black pubic hair. I knew from experience how soft and sparse that hair was, and I imagined what Kendall must be experiencing. For a few long moments, Kendall moved her head side-to-side, brushing her lips against Gina's sex. Gina stood stock-still, her hands on the sides of Kendall's head, her breathing becoming ragged with mounting excitement. Much sooner than Gina would have liked, Kendall stood. "Do you want to move to the raft?" Kendall asked shyly. Gina nodded, her eyes glowing with anticipation. In a few moments, the girls dried off and then moved toward the blanket-covered raft. When Kendall looked back at me expectantly, I followed. Without words, they sank to the blanket. Gina tried to gently push Kendall to the raft, but Kendall turned and it was Gina who ended up on her back. When she stretched out, Kendall knelt next to her, facing the darker girl with her knees almost touching Gina's arm. Then Kendall flipped her hair over her shoulder and started trailing her hands over Gina's torso, never letting them pause in any one spot. Kendall's eyes followed her hands and Gina watched, captivated, as they moved over her ribs and down her flanks. At the points of the darker girl's hips, they moved toward her mons. As if she were playing a harp, Kendall drew her fingertips up Gina's fluttering stomach to her breasts. Once there, Kendall circled them, never touching the areola directly. Nonetheless, Gina's nipples quickly sprang to attention. Next, Kendall skimmed her fingers back down Gina's body, her touches feather-light. When she reached Gina's hips, she kept going, delicately brushing over the satiny skin of her thighs. With an expression of intense concentration, her fingers glided back up, skirted Gina's full breasts, then drifted lazily down her arms. With a flip of her hair, Kendall bent forward and kissed the smooth skin of Gina's right breast. Her lips trailed butterfly kisses around the areola, once again never touching it. She switched to the other breast and Gina gasped. When Kendall pulled back, she gestured for me to come closer and lie on the raft with them. Gina hungrily watched as I stretched out on my side, my erection jutting toward her. Kendall resumed kissing Gina's skin, causing the darker girl's breathing to come in fits and starts. I reached down and began stroking myself as I watched. Kendall moved her lips down Gina's torso and then back up again, circling the dark nipples as she did. Sighing in pleasure, Gina ran her hand over Kendall's smooth ass. Wearing a nervous grin, Kendall sat upright and gazed down at Gina. Then she moved her hand over her own stomach, her eyes never leaving Gina's. With agonizing slowness, Kendall's fingers inched through her neatly trimmed bush. For a moment, she merely ran her fingers over her labia, spreading her moisture. Then she inserted one into her pussy and closed her eyes in pleasure. For a moment or two, she squirmed, her hips rocking back and forth as the invading finger caressed her ridged inner walls. Then she removed it, shiny with her juices, and brought it to Gina's lips. In a flash, Gina opened her mouth and captured the offering, closing her eyes as she savored the flavor. Kendall's other hand gently tweaked Gina's nipples as the darker girl sucked. When Gina opened her eyes and released Kendall's finger, they shared a tentative smile. Gina's eyes were riveted to Kendall as she lowered her lips and kissed down the valley of the darker girl's breasts. Then Kendall cupped her hands around the fleshy mounds and pushed them together. As her lips moved lower, her cheeks caressed their inner curve. Kendall continued to move over Gina's chest and midsection, kissing, licking, and gently sucking. My cock swelled as Kendall moved lower, her hair trailing along Gina's fluttering tummy. At Kendall's gentle pressure, Gina spread her legs slightly. I couldn't see very well, because of Kendall's hair, but I could tell by Gina's startled expression that Kendall had just thrust her tongue into her pussy. Kendall's head moved up and down a little as she licked Gina's slit. Gina obligingly spread her legs further. Then she closed her eyes and enjoyed as Kendall teased her. As I gently stroked myself, Kendall pulled away from Gina's pussy and kissed along her sensitive inner thighs. Gina languidly ran her hand over Kendall's ass and then inserted a finger into the other girl's pussy. Kendall recoiled at first, but quickly relaxed as Gina's hand began to pleasure her. Hidden by her veil of hair, Kendall once again moved her lips over Gina's pussy. Then she must have fastened her lips over the other girl's clit, because Gina gasped in pleasure. In a daze, she groped for my shaft. I directed her hand to my member and she wrapped her fingers around it. With one hand busy at Kendall's pussy and the other around my girth, she smiled beatifically. After several minutes of Kendall gently tonguing her pussy, Gina pulled the other girl into a sixty-nine. Gina reluctantly relinquished her hold on my dick and concentrated on Kendall. Watching the two girls as their lush bodies pressed together, I began stroking myself again. Gina raised her head and tongued Kendall's pussy, sending a shiver through the other girl. When Kendall flipped her hair over her left shoulder, my eyes were drawn to the sight of her lips on Gina's pussy. Kendall sucked Gina's clit for a moment and then ran her tongue along the length of the other girl's slit. Gina moaned in delight, her own tongue repeating the motion on Kendall's pussy. The girls licked, sucked, fingered, sighed, and squirmed for nearly ten minutes. The whole time, I merely looked on in wonder. I'd seen two girls sixty-nine each other before, but watching Kendall's sense of discovery--interrupted whenever a jolt of pleasure caused her to lose her concentration--was extremely erotic. I don't know what she'd expected when she first went down on Gina, and she was still a bit tentative, but she seemed to be enjoying herself. For her part, Gina was busily sliding two fingers into Kendall's snug pussy. At the same time, she had her left hand between their bodies and was teasing the base of Kendall's clit. All the while, she occasionally licked or sucked Kendall's pussy, causing the older girl to moan and writhe in pleasure. Their breathing became more ragged, and more interspersed with inarticulate moans of delight. Then Gina fastened her lips around Kendall's clit and sucked, causing the older girl to throw her head back and cry out in delight. Then Kendall swallowed hard, panting, and gestured for me to move between Gina's thighs, which I did. I helped Kendall sit up, her pussy still above Gina's hungry mouth. When she got her balance, I scooted forward. "I want to put it in for you," Kendall said breathlessly. When I nodded, she reached for Gina's slick pussy and spread the arousal-swollen lips. Then she grasped my rod and pulled me toward Gina's opening. "Move the head around," I said. "Get it slippery with Gina's juices." She nodded and then seemed to take a perverse delight in teasing Gina with the engorged head of my cock. Gina obligingly moaned with a mixture of desire and frustration. "Oh, God," she gasped. "Please put it in me. Oh, Paul, fuck me. Fuck me hard." Kendall looked up at me, her eyes glittering. I cupped her face with my hands and lifted her lips to mine. When I kissed her, I could taste Gina's essence on her lips. "Thank you," I whispered. "I know how hard this was for you." Gina moaned in near desperation. With a grin, I jerked my hips forward and impaled her with the first several inches of my manhood. Then I returned my attention to Kendall. As I gazed into her deep blue eyes, I buried myself in the furnace of Gina's pussy. "She doesn't know how lucky she is to have you," I said softly. When Kendall started to demure, I interrupted. "She doesn't. But _I_ do." "I... I know." "You didn't have to do this, you know," I said, my voice pitched low. "I wanted to," Kendall said quietly. I shook my head. "It scared you to death." She paused for a moment and gazed into my eyes. Then she looked down and nodded. I lifted her chin and kissed her again. It was a deep kiss, full of passion and unspoken meaning. Kendall threw herself into it wholeheartedly, her arms wrapping around my neck and pulling me closer still. Beneath us, Gina moaned in ecstasy, oblivious to all but her own pleasure. "Tomorrow," I said, breathing heavily, "I'll thank you properly. But today..." "Is for Gina," she replied, finishing my thought. I nodded. "She really loves you, you know." "As much as you do?" I asked. Before she could answer, Gina gasped and asked what we were talking about. Instead of answering her, I grinned at Kendall and held my finger up. "One moment," I mouthed. Then I lifted Gina's legs and gripped her calves. Kendall watched with amused interest as I thrust into Gina a dozen times in half as many seconds. She cried out each time my hips slammed into her. With a wry grin, I settled into a more sedate pace and gazed into Kendall's eyes. Just then Gina returned her attention to Kendall's pussy. When Kendall closed her eyes in rapture, I bent forward to kiss her. Kendall and I continued kissing as I thrust into Gina, spreading her open with my girth. I pushed her legs back until they were almost touching Kendall's knees and increased my tempo. When Kendall threw her head back--as Gina no doubt sucked her clit--I leaned forward and captured one of her nipples. She hissed in pleasure and held my head in place. I alternated between her nipples, pulling the tanned buds to erection with my lips. Kendall's breasts were more malleable than Gina's, so I pressed my face against them, inhaling the scent of her skin: the fragrant soap, the slightly acrid tang of her sweat, the smell that was _Kendall_. Then I pulled back and lifted my head. When I did, Kendall's lips sought mine. I slammed into Gina forcefully as my tongue danced with Kendall's. She must have sensed that I was getting close, because she broke the kiss and grinned at me. "Come in her mouth," she said. Without breaking my rhythm, I nodded. When Kendall swung her leg over Gina's head, the darker girl moaned unhappily. She moaned again when I pulled my glistening cock from her body. Before she could protest further, I quickly moved to kneel by her head. Her lips eagerly captured my pussy-slick cock. With a grin, Kendall moved to lie between Gina's legs. Gina moaned in delight as she felt Kendall spread her labia and plunge two fingers into her pussy. Gina's chest rose and fell with her rapid, shallow breathing, and I could tell by the dark flush on her chest and neck that she was close to her own orgasm. Her hips ground into Kendall's face, gyrating as her pleasure mounted. I rocked my hips back and forth and then reached for Gina's nipple. Her own hand came up to capture the other nipple. I twisted the puckered brown bud, and she moaned, her lips locked around my shaft. When Gina's stomach rippled as she tensed up, I knew she was in the first throes of her orgasm. I reached for the base of my shaft and began stroking myself. Kendall steadily plunged her fingers into Gina's pussy. A moan began low in Gina's chest, and slowly increased in volume. If my cock hadn't been in her mouth, she would've been screaming. I wanted to come over Gina's tongue while she was in the middle of her orgasm, so I frantically stroked the base of my cock. My hand bumped her lips, but I don't think she cared. The world went grey as my vision narrowed and the twinges of my impending climax made my balls tingle. With a groan, I felt the first spurt surging up my shaft. Gina moaned as she tasted my salty fluid. Her lips tightened around my glans and she struggled to swallow. The next spurt was almost as powerful as the first, and I groaned as it shot from my body. For the next several moments, the world was a jumble of sights and sounds: Gina's face, contorted in ecstasy as her own orgasm suffused her senses; the top of Kendall's head as she kissed Gina's pussy; the throaty roar in my ears, which was my own groaning; and many, many more ephemeral flashes of sensation. When I finally sagged back, I was panting, my chest heaving with the force of my orgasm. I had reluctantly pulled my hypersensitive glans from Gina's mouth, because each time she tightened her lips, the pleasure was almost unbearable. Gina was panting as well, although she looked incoherent. Kendall looked up and smiled tiredly. Even though she hadn't climaxed herself, she'd ridden Gina's wild, orgasmic gyrations, and I knew from personal experience that her neck was probably a little worn out. When I moved to lie down, she crawled up next to me. Gina limply rolled onto her side when prompted and I spooned behind her, holding her close but not disturbing her post-orgasmic torpor. Kendall pressed her sweaty breasts into my back and wrapped her arms around me. One long leg slid along mine, the arch of her foot coming to rest on my calf. Then I turned my head and kissed her. "I love you more than I'll ever be able to tell you," she said with feeling. "I know," I said without a trace of smugness. "I love you too." With that, we settled into a comfortable doze, our breathing slowly returning to normal. ----- Sometime later, I felt Kendall get up. Even in the shade, I was hot. As I listened to her wade into the pool, I knew I wanted to join her. Gina was snoring softly, so I carefully extracted my arm from beneath her head. When I stood, Kendall turned and smiled. Once I was in the pool, she quickly slipped into my arms, her floating breasts and cold-hardened nipples leading the way. "You didn't come earlier?" I inquired softly. She shook her head. I raised my eyebrows in silent question, but she shook her head again. Then I moved us toward the bank of the pool. As I did, she wrapped her long legs around my waist and then I sat down cross- legged. With a wiggle, I pulled her hips against mine and gazed into her eyes. "Thank you," I murmured. "For what?" "You know. I know you don't like girls..." "It's not that I don't like girls," she said. "It's just that... well... let's just say that a girl wouldn't be my first choice." "Or the second?" "Or the third," she replied with a grin. "What _would_ be your first choice?" I asked with a grin. "You know," she said, smiling bashfully. "Oh?" "Paul," she begged. I arched my eyebrows. "Oh, all right," she said in mock exasperation. "You'd be my first choice." "Me?" She frowned petulantly. I remained impassive, my lips quirking up in the merest hint of a smile. "Okay, Mr. Stoneface, your tallywhacker. Your John Thomas. Your manhood." Still not satisfied, I cocked my head to the side. "Oh, my goodness," she said, blushing. "Your penis. Are you happy?" I shook my head and tried not to smirk. "Okay, your rod. Your dick. Your long, thick, hard, throbbing, spurting, lovely, _wonderful_ cock. It's my first choice, my second choice, my only choice. I want you spreading me open, my legs wrapped around you, my fingernails raking your back. I want to ride you, grinding my body against yours, holding your head to my breast as you take me over the edge into oblivion. I want your _cock_," she said, her expression sultry and full of lust. Then she smiled flippantly. "_Now_ are you satisfied?" "Com_pletely_." She laughed ruefully. "What?" "Now I really _do_ want it." While she'd described how she wanted me, I had slowly gotten harder. Now, my erection was pressed comfortably against the warmth of her body. "There's a joke," she said with a snort of laughter. "What do you call a couple who practices the rhythm method of birth control?" Despite the fact that I had no idea what the "rhythm method" was, I went along with the joke and said, "I dunno." "Mommy and Daddy." Once again, she laughed cynically. "I used to wonder why it was so hard for people to just not have sex. When you know it's the wrong time of the month, just don't have sex. Simple, right?" I quickly realized it was a rhetorical question and remained silent. "Well, now I understand. It's _not_ so simple." She paused for a moment and her eyes practically glowed with lust. "I want you _so_ bad right now." I nodded. To my surprise, she reached between us, pulled her hips back, and grasped my shaft. In an instant, my hard-on went from the frigid water to the molten depths of her pussy. She was as tight as ever, and had to work her way onto my thickness, but she did it without hesitation. "Are you sure?" I asked skeptically. "Very sure. Just warn me if you have to come," she said breathlessly, her eyes closed. She breathed deeply a few times, her nostrils flaring. I studied her face as she did, watching with fascination as her eyelids turned darker pink and her face flushed slightly. Her breathing grew deeper and more regular as she merely sat on my lap, impaled on my erection. "Now I know what it's like to feel a need deep inside, one that I can't control," she said softly. "I used to read about women _yearning_ for men, and I didn't really understand. Oh, sure, I understood it intellectually, but not here," she said, touching her stomach, "not in my belly. Now I know." She paused and took another deep breath. "At night," she said, "sometimes I lie awake and think what it'd be like to sleep with you, to wake up in the middle of the night and feel you next to me. After you drop me off at the camper, I can still smell you, and it makes me feel... it makes me feel like I'm _yours_, and that's the way it's supposed to be. It takes me a long time to get to sleep lately, because I'm thinking about you, about what you feel like, about how you look at me when you tell me you love me. "I think about what it feels like to have you inside me, to have you filling me up. Sometimes, my jaw gets sore when I suck you, but I kinda like the feeling. It reminds me that I've made you feel good. Even afterward, I'll move my mouth and feel the tension, and know you're happy. I lie awake and imagine what it's like when we're together, what your skin feels like, the sound of your heart as I lay my head on your chest, the rhythm of your breathing." She opened her cornflower blue eyes and gazed into mine. "Now I know what it's like to need someone," she said, "to _yearn_ for someone. Now I know what it's like to be full--full of love, and full of a man." Then she blinked and grinned shyly. "Did you know that my orgasms are stronger when you're inside me?" Without waiting for me to answer, she continued. "They are. I used to... um... I used to masturbate, and it was always good when I came, but now..." She sighed and grinned unabashedly. "Now, when I want you, and I can't have you, " she said, "I play with myself--mostly at night or early in the morning when I can't sleep--but when I come, it's not the same. I miss you filling me up, even though I'm so small... you know... in there..." Her shy grin was back. "Even though I'm so small and you're so thick, I want you inside me when I come. I miss it when you're not." She grinned again, more confidently this time. "So now I know," she said. "When I read those books and the heroine 'trails her fingers into the dewy recesses of her secret place,'" she said with mocking grin, "and wishes she had her man... Now I know what it's about. Because I feel that way." I nodded sagely, suiting my demeanor to hers. Then I grinned affectionately. "Sometimes," I teased, "you think too much." Before she could protest, I began rocking my hips, moving my hardness inside her. She moaned softly and clutched herself to my chest, burying her face in the hollow of my neck. Soon, she began rocking against me as well, our bodies moving in synch. I knew it would take me a while to come, so I relaxed and made sure it was good for her. We rocked together for a long time, gently at first, but building toward something more urgent. I felt the spasms of her building orgasm, and held her hips against mine. Her cold-hardened nipples pressed into my chest and she whimpered, wordlessly begging me to continue. When I started moving again, it was slower, more languid. The cold water rushing around us chilled our heated skin, sending flashes of conflicting sensations along our nerve paths. But there were no conflicting sensations from where our bodies were joined, and her molten heat threatened to overwhelm me. With a quiver, she rocked against me, her clit rubbing the hard base of my shaft, driving her higher. She clutched me tighter as her pussy did the same to my manhood. I could feel the trembling need in her limbs as she hugged herself to my chest. Then she lightly bit my shoulder, wordlessly mewling. Her movements became erratic and the flowing water rippled around us as she frantically ground her hips against mine. Finally, she tensed up and I felt her pussy grip my shaft. I thrust upward, trying to bury myself deeper within her heaving body. She bit down on my shoulder again, muffling the sound of her insistent whimpers. Then her orgasm peaked and she suddenly stopped moving. Her internal muscles rippled along my length, convulsing with the sheer intensity of her release. When she finally relaxed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath, I smiled and kissed her smooth, tanned shoulder. Then I held her in silence as she cried softly. I knew they were tears of love, tears of joy, so I simply pulled her against my body and crooned softly in her ear. After several minutes she pulled back. Her smile was wan but full of warmth as she leaned in to kiss me tenderly. We kissed for several minutes, simply enjoying the pleasure of each other's lips. Her pussy spasmed with aftershocks several times, and she nearly jumped with each one. My cock was still very hard, and still buried within her, so she pulled back and gazed at me. "Do you want me to... um... finish you off?" she asked. "Do you want to?" Her answering smile left little doubt. "How?" I asked. "How do you want me to?" "How do _you_ want to?" She paused to consider. "You could come on my tits," she suggested tentatively. "Unless you want me to suck you off. I'll do that if you want me to." "Today seems to be the day for coming on tits." She grinned shyly. "Do you want me to?" I asked. She enthusiastically nodded. "I dunno why," she said, "but I like the feeling when your come splatters on my chest. I guess it's because most guys stare at my tits, so I kinda like knowing that you're the only guy who gets to do more than just stare." "I like it too," I said with quiet excitement. With that, we moved toward the rocks near the falls. I scooted up while she knelt in front of me. At first, she sucked me, wrapping her tongue around the head and teasing me with her lips. Her technique was very different from Gina's, more relaxed and more sensuous, and I luxuriated in the attention. All too soon, however, I was ready to shoot. She sensed it and started stroking me, my cock aimed at her breasts. The first spurt landed squarely in the valley between them. As she pumped me, the subsequent spurts made glistening white tracks across her upper chest. When my orgasm finally subsided, she sat forward and rubbed the tip of my erection against her nipple, smearing it with come. Then she switched to her other nipple and circled it with my glans. I gasped at the sensation, but she merely grinned. When she finally released me, I sagged back with a heavy sigh. She cupped her breasts, pushing them up and together. In the valley created, my semen began to pool. With thumbs and forefingers, she twisted her nipples and smirked at me. "Do you like my frosted tits?" she asked. "I like 'em with frosting or without." "I like the frosted variety, myself." Then she turned philosophical. "Sometimes, having big tits is a real pain in the butt. But other times, like now, I'm really glad I have them." "Me _too_," I said with an insufferable grin. ----- "How long was I 'sleep?" Gina asked. Kendall and I looked up from our quiet conversation. We'd taken our towels out to the sunny edge of the rim wall and had been soaking up rays while we talked. "An hour," I said, looking at my watch. "Maybe an hour and a half." "What time is it now?" she asked with a yawn. "Almost two." "What time do we have to head back?" "We need to be on the trail by three." "Why'd you let me sleep so long?" she asked grumpily as she sat upright and rubbed her eyes. "I dunno," I said. "We just did. Next time, I'll ask for a wake- up call." "No, no, I'm fine," she said with another yawn. Kendall looked at me and then gestured with her chin toward Gina. I nodded and got to my feet. Gina looked up when I stepped close. I extended a hand to help her up and then pulled her to her feet. Then I scooped her into my arms and waded into the cold water of the pool. She began protesting before she even touched the water, so I stopped and turned around. "I'll wake up at my own speed," she said testily. "Um... sorry," she said a moment later. "I didn't mean to snap at you." I nodded and set her back on her feet. "Let's just go back down to the rock," she suggested. "I wanna go for a swim, but I wanna wade in slowly." Before I could answer, Kendall stood up and gathered our towels. Gina smiled gratefully, yawned again, and folded up the blanket. While she gathered the rest of our things, I lifted the raft-cum- mattress onto my head. Then we started down the hill. During our swim, Gina woke up completely and became much more cheerful. She even apologized for being a grump at the top of the falls. I smiled and pulled her against me, treading water with one arm. She apologized again, quietly, and kissed me contritely. She said she wanted to float around on the raft for a while--with me, of course--so I retrieved it from the flattop rock. Kendall could tell by the look in Gina's eye what she was _really_ interested in, so she told us she wanted to read for a while. Once on the raft, Gina and I drifted toward the center of the lake. Predictably, she wanted to fool around. I was more than happy to oblige her, so she started sucking me while I played with her pussy. After several minutes, she straddled my hips and began riding me. I simply enjoyed myself by fondling her breasts and tweaking her nipples while she rose and fell, impaling herself on my shaft. When I began to get worked up, I rolled us over, threw her legs over my shoulders, and started pounding into her. In this position, I could thrust very deeply, and she started moaning and thrashing her head side-to-side. Her internal muscles tightened up in a mini-orgasm, but I never slowed down. Finally, I turned her over, pulled her to her hands and knees, and entered her from behind. Water sloshed over the edge of the raft, but we didn't care. As soon as I began thrusting, she cried out in pleasure. Then she threw her head back and screamed. I gripped her hips and rammed into her, our bodies making a slapping sound each time we connected. The whole time, she held herself up with one hand and tugged on her nipples with the other. Then her orgasm hit, hard and fast. She screamed when it did. Her pussy clutched at my shaft, but I didn't slow my pace. I simply reached forward, grabbed her shoulders, and pulled myself into her, over and over again. The sensations in her pussy must have overwhelmed her, because she squirmed around--off my cock--and quickly turned toward me. Her lips sought my slippery manhood and then locked around the head. She wrapped her fingers around the base and started pumping me frantically, rotating her hand as she did. After several minutes, I felt the familiar tingling of my impending orgasm. With a low grunt, I held her head as semen gushed over her tongue. She moaned around my shaft and swallowed greedily. When we finally collapsed, panting, she grinned at me, completely sated. I straightened my legs and began to un-kink my muscles as my breathing slowly returned to normal. Finally, I looked at my watch. Luckily, we had about five minutes before we needed to leave, but we still had all our gear to pack. I rolled to my hands and knees, kissed her soundly, then slipped into the water. "We gotta get going," I said. "Oh. Okay." With strong scissor-kicks, I propelled us toward the flattop rock. Gina turned around on the raft so her head was pointed toward mine and then lounged idly. I playfully splashed her, but saved most of my concentration for maneuvering the raft. Kendall stood up as she heard us draw near. "Don't worry," she said. "I've got all our stuff cleaned up and ready to pack." We chatted as I quickly dried myself and then the raft. Then I deflated it, rolled it up, and stuffed it into the bottom of the backpack. Everything else went in on top of it, and we were ready to go in ten minutes. We'd have to hike a little quicker, but we'd make it back on time. As we walked, I thought about the day so far. Gina had relapsed a little, but not badly. And Kendall had smoothly interceded on my behalf. I was looking forward to the party at Susan's, but I had no idea what our families had planned. And even though I knew the day would ultimately end, I didn't want it to. I wasn't ready to start missing Gina yet. The month we'd been together, minus her week-long lapse in sanity, seemed like the blink of an eye. How would we handle being separated? How soon could I fly to Charleston? When would I see her again? I firmly thrust those thoughts aside and concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other. ----- Copyright (c) 2003 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderators: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at Hosted by | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+