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 A Walk in the Woods

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It was a hot day and I was glad that we had brought plenty of water with us, although as we walked up the valley we were never far from the river and I knew it was clean enough to drink. I had agreed to take my 14-year-old daughter and four of her school-friends for a hike to a lovely picnic spot I knew a few miles up-river. They scurried on ahead while I brought up the rear, watching their lithe young bodies working under their shorts and T-shirts, thinking my own thoughts.

 

After a couple of hours we got to the spot, a grassy meadow with the river audible away to one side. The girls flopped down and began to get the food out of their bags.

 

‘Wow, this is great, Mrs Martin! What a fantastic spot! How come no-one else knows about it?’

 

‘I don’t know ... I’ve never seen anyone else here. I used to come here when I was a kid ...’ I blushed suddenly, remembering.

 

We attacked the food and drained the rest of our water bottles. Clara, my daughter, caught my eye. ‘I’ll go and fill these up from the river, mum.’

 

‘Good idea, I’ll come and help you.’

 

We wandered through a grove of trees to the shingle beach. Clara dropped the bottles; she had that special look in her eyes.

 

‘I couldn’t wait any longer, mum!’

 

‘Me neither, love.’

 

I stood behind her and she placed her feet apart and leaned back, her warm body pressing against me excitingly. I slid a hand down the waistband of her shorts, cupping her cotton-clad pussy gently, and then my other hand did likewise, this time inside her panties. I could feel the tautness in her abdomen.

 

Clara gave a little shiver and then relaxed. The hot flood burst out from her puss and sluiced through my fingers. My other hand felt the warm wetness pushing through the thin cotton, soaking her shorts and trickling down her bare legs. The girl spent herself thoroughly, resting against me as she died away to a trickle, giving a little ‘oh’ of satisfaction. I held her closely, enjoying the wetness that now covered my hands and her loins.

 

‘Mmm,’ she murmured, ‘your turn now.’

 

I took my hands out of her shorts and gently pushed her shoulders down so that she knelt before me. Quickly I stripped off my own shorts (I was not wearing any panties) and rested my pubic mound on the back of her neck. Clara wriggled her shoulders to get further between my legs. I relaxed my muscles and the hot stream gushed out of me and flooded over the girl’s shoulders and back, soaking her white T-shirt. I voided myself deliciously while she purred with pleasure.

 

Sated, we stood and I looked at Clara’s sodden clothing and we grinned at each other. We filled the water bottles in the river and then Clara waded in until she was completely wet. I pulled my shorts back on and we walked back to the others, preparing the excuse that she had fallen in the water.

 

As we entered the clearing I heard a giggle. I saw one of the girls, Denise, had removed her shorts and was squatting on the grass, legs wide apart, leaning back on her hands. The others gathered around in front of her. She gave a little cry and a jet of clear fluid arced high in the air, landing between two of the others, who shrieked with delight.

 

They looked up and saw us, while Denise continued to pee gracefully.

 

‘We saw what you were doing!’ they chortled. ‘So we decided to try it too!’

 

I was shocked but also relieved. Now the secret was out, and they did not seem upset.

 

‘Here, pass the water,’ said Lucy. ‘We all need to drink pints!’

 

Caroline and Andrea, the two other girls, both tall leggy blondes, stood up and removed their clothes without any shame. I felt my mouth watering at the sight of their pale slim bodies, only a little tuft of blonde hair to draw attention to their puffy labia. They hugged each other and each put a thigh between the legs of the other. Then their lips met in a gently but passion-filled kiss. At the same time I saw streams of pale yellow liquid cascade down their legs, as both emptied their bladders simultaneously.

 

Lucy stripped off her shorts and panties, revealing a tuft of brown hair, and grabbed Carla’s hand, holding it in her crotch. In a few seconds she too had voided herself, shuddering as she ground her pussy into my daughter’s hand.

 

When everyone had finished, Denise and Lucy took off their T-shirts. All four girls had firm but small breasts. They advanced on us.

 

‘Come on, time to get naked as well!’

 

Willingly Carla and I let ourselves be undressed by four pairs of small hands, meanwhile gulping back the water as fast as we could. The girls cooed in wonder when they saw my solid breasts with their big dark erect nipples, and my jutting shaven pussy with its big crinkly lips. Caroline knelt in front of me, pressing my lower abdomen gently, trying to see how taut it was. She looked up at me and I nodded.

 

Her fingers spread my labia apart softly, while she gazed avidly at the pink membranes between. The other girls crowded round. I relaxed inside and the colourless jet shot out and splashed against Caroline’s neck and breasts, running down over her stomach and thighs. She cried out in delight.

 

The others were chugging back the water almost constantly, and soon they were ready again. My daughter lay on her back and Denise stood over her, legs wide, and voided her bladder onto Clara’s chest and stomach, while Andrea knelt between her legs and held Clara’s pussy lips apart to watch the jet of fluid spurting gracefully up and onto her breasts.

 

Lucy and Andrea lay back on their elbows, their thighs interlocked, pussies facing each other, and simultaneously peed onto the other’s stomach and hips. I watched, drinking more water, feeling my bladder filling rapidly. Andrea stroked my arm, pleading silently.

 

I laid her on her back, pulling her thighs up and wide, then got on all fours above her, my crotch over her face and her crotch under my face. Joyfully I let a fresh flood gush out of me, not caring where it went, and felt the warm arc of Andrea’s pee hitting my neck and breasts. She giggled wetly as I sluiced her face with my clear piss.

 

We all repaired to the river to replenish our supplies, diving in to wash our bodies off and gulping down as much water as we could. Soon, the five giggling girls dragged me out and made me kneel on the warm shingle. They gathered around me, canting their hips forward and holding their young pussy lips open. Cleverly, they managed to synchronise almost exactly. Five jets of warm fluid hit my tingling skin, sluicing down my face and neck and shoulders and running in rivulets down my arms and back and stomach. When they had finished we all hugged in a tight bundle of wet limbs.

 

‘It’s time I told you about what I did when I was a kid,’ I said. ‘Come over here.’

 

I led the way along the river to a old tree, one of whose big limbs had bent down almost to the ground and then up again, forming a curved hammock-shape. Yes, it was how I remembered - in fact, the wood was still smooth and polished, just as it had been when I and my friends had used it. Maybe people did still come here after all!

 

Sticking up from the top side of the branch were several stumps, ranging from the size of a finger to a rolling pin. They had been lovingly carved, shaped and smoothed over the years by perhaps several generations of girls. The wood was as polished as glass, with no splinters or rough edges.

 

My cohort of teenagers looked at the tree and chuckled. All of them had worked out instantly what it was for!

 

‘I don’t suppose any of you are virgins, are you?’ I said with a smile.

 

‘Depends what you mean ...’ Caroline said, grinning. ‘I’ve never had a boy, but ... there’s other ways.’

 

‘Me too!’ the others chorused.

 

‘Well, then, choose your pick! I’ll take the end one,’ I said.

 

They were obviously as horny as I was, because without hesitation all five girls climbed on to the branch and positioned themselves over a stump. In order of size, they were: Lucy’s (smallest, about four inches long and less than an inch wide), through Denise’s, Andrea’s and Caroline’s, to Clara’s (seven inches long and nearly two inches wide). I was proud of my daughter! I got the biggest one, rolling pin size. I needed it.

 

We all lowered ourselves slowly onto our phalluses, giving little cries and moans as tight young pussies were penetrated and stretched and filled. I felt the big stump sliding into my wet tunnel, opening me up mightily, filling my insides to bursting point. The limb of the tree bounced slightly as the weight of six bodies was taken on it.

 

Slowly we began to rock backwards and forwards, up and down, grinding the wooden stumps against our clitorises, losing all identity in the overpowering sensation of rising ecstasy. Complex slow vibrations were set up in the tree, taking us off-guard now and then when our phallus was not quite as high or low as we expected.

 

Clara was the first to climax, as well she might, because I had not seen her take anything quite so big in her pussy before. She rested her arms on the tree and shuddered and panted as the orgasm swept through her, the unyielding wood resisting the fierce clenching of her vaginal muscles. That seemed to set the others off, for they all climaxed within a couple of minutes. Their abandoned chorus of girlish pleasure did it for me too. I ground my clit against the wood and went over the top, clamping down almost painfully on the huge phallus, waves of pleasure sweeping through my body.

 

Eventually we all climbed off gingerly, leaving the wooden stumps shining with wetness, our pussies tender and pink.

 

‘I need to pee again,’ said Lucy. ‘Anyone else?’

 

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