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 SUMMER CAMP EXPERIENCE (Mg+) - by UncaBa

   I think this is the first story I ever wrote.  It began as a time killer
on an old 386 laptop while I was on assignment and living in a successive
string of mediocre motel rooms.  I have updated and edited and played with
it to no major improvement, but the idea is still there.  The story is
mostly true.  I won't say which part is added, but I will say not all the
sex is fiction.  Thank you Aunt XXX wherever you are.

   I had been going to summer camp for several years and knew my way around
the camp very well.  One night I sneaked away from our campsite, stole a
canoe and paddled quietly across the lake to the girls' camp to see if I
could spy on them.  I had almost made it to the girls' showers when one of
the counselors' pets spotted me and started barking.  I froze, hoping he
would stop.  One of the adults came out, looked around, and remarked to the
other counselor with her that it was probably a raccoon.  After a while,
they took the dog in and closed the door.  I waited a few minutes, then
continued through the woods to the girls' shower.  I climbed a tree near
the shower and got a good view.  The showers in both camps were simple, a
wall around a group of showers, with a space at the top and bottom for air
and a broad roof to cover it all.  There was a connected, smaller shower
room under the same roof for the counselors, but it had a lock on the door.
Sometimes women counselors showered there late at night.

   I waited until I heard a group of girls coming.  It was about ten
o'clock and they were chattering away about the day's activities.  They
were also talking about the boys camp and about having seen a few of us
skinny-dipping on the far side of the lake.  I smiled to myself as I
remem-bered the guys betting that I wouldn't sneak across the lake.  They
made me bring the Polaroid camera that hung around my neck to get proof.  I
knew I couldn't take flash pictures, but maybe something would come out. 
The girls went in and began to take their clothes off, hanging them on
hooks in the dressing area.

   I lay quietly on the tree limb and watched the girls shower for a few
minutes, admiring their slim bodies.  I even loved their small tits.  They
were only twelve and thirteen, after all.  The senior scouts weren't due in
until next week.  One of the older, more mature girls had a bush of dark
fuzz on her slit and firm cones of tits.  She stayed a little later than
the others and seemed to soap herself a long time, rubbing her breasts and
crotch slowly and carefully.  She had her eyes closed as she turned in the
shower, so I took a few pictures.  My pecker was stiff from seeing the
naked girls all together.  I shivered from the excitement as I lay there in
the dark, imagining poking my throbbing rod into her cute little snatch.  I
shivered even more and had to rub my crotch a little to ease the ache. 
Maybe some more girls would come.

   She slowly rubbed her crotch, sliding her hand over her mound, letting
her middle finger slip into her crack a little.  I gawked as she bent over
and looked at herself, pulling her lips apart.  She rubbed a little spot in
the middle, moving her finger around and around in little circles.  Her
head tilted back and her mouth opened as if she were saying "ahhhhh." She
was getting hot, I could tell, and so was I.  I began to hump the limb as
she masturbated.

   The limb on the tree cracked suddenly, and I almost fell.  I looked up
to see the girl looking straight at me, squinting in the shower fog to see
what made the noise.  Her eyes opened wide in horror and she started
screaming for help.  In a panic, I dropped off the limb, a long drop that
hurt my ankle a little as I hit and rolled.  I sprinted through the woods,
heading for the canoe as lights came on in the adult cabin.  At the lake I
shoved the canoe out as hard as I could, tossed the camera in, but not
before falling face down in the mud.  I paddled hard and fast, staying low
as beams of light swept the lake.  I decided to go all the way around the
lake, rather than across, for fear of being spotted.  After a while the
shouts and noise quieted down and I made it back to camp, muddy, hurting,
and horny as a sixteen-year old can be.  I had my prize pictures and knew
that I had to wait until we were home from camp to tell the guys.  If I
told them at camp, the word would get around too fast about the pictures
and some counselor would surely hear.

   Before going back to my group cabin, I sneaked past the adult cabins. 
Most were dark, with a radio playing in one.  A group of the married
counselors and their wives were playing cards in another.  I figured it was
safe enough to slip down to our shower to clean off the mud and wash my
tee-shirt.  The lake water and mud had dried to a crust and I knew it would
be a sure give-away if they came searching for the Peeping Tom at the girls
camp.  I don't think the girl got a good look, but I wasn't sure.  And I
still had a half hard-on just thinking about what I had seen.

   I went down to the shower area at the edge of the woods.  It also had
two enclosed rooms, one for adults, with a lock for when the counselors'
wives were showering.  The boys' side just had a zigzag entrance and no
door at all.  Inside were eight shower heads and a wooden bench all around
the near wall.  There were hooks on the wall for towels and clothes, small
shelves for soap and shampoo, and a big drain in the middle.  I quickly
stripped off and started to run the shower.

   Suddenly I heard a noise in the adult shower room.  I held my breath,
barely moving, listening intently.  I heard the door open and close, and
the lock turn.  The sound of that lock meant that the person in the other
shower was probably a woman.  My curiosity got the best of me and I crept
out naked into the breezeway between the two showers.  All the kids at camp
knew that, in order to see over the wall, you only needed to move a
concrete block from outside to near the wall and step up on it.  Those boys
who were tall enough could see over.  I happened to be tall enough, of
course, and lifted the block gently into place.  Inside, the shower started
running, which made enough noise to cover any scraping the block made.  I
gently stood on the block, peeking over the wall, ready to spring away.

   Inside the shower room was Debbie, the beautiful wife of the new head
counselor.  She was the talk of the camp with shoulder length wavy red hair
and a ready smile for all the kids.  She was also the camp nurse and the
guys would hope they would get hurt just enough to have to stay in the
infirmary and have her hold their hand.  Debbie occasionally wore tight
shorts and a halter top on sunny days that drove most of us out of our
minds.  During swim time she once wore a one-piece green suit that showed
the points of her nipples and the lips of her pussy when she came out of
the water.  By the end of swim time, all the guys had to hold their towels
in front trying to hide their raging little hard-ons.  She noticed and
grinned at a couple of the senior counselors, asking if the water had done
that to the boys or was it her.  The counselors said it definitely was NOT
the water.  After that, she never came down during swim time, except to see
her husband.  By then, she had become the stuff of legend and wet-dreams
all over the camp.  She had to be HOT in bed, we all suspected.  Of course,
she was twenty-five and old enough to be a mom to many of the campers.

   I watched as she undressed, slowly pulling her top off, revealing that
she had no bra.  Her tits were huge, with perfect nipples.  Each dark
areole was as large as the top of a soda can.  She dropped her skirt down
her long legs and slowly pulled her bikini underpants down.  Leaning over
as she did, her solid boobs hung out a little, swaying firmly as she
stepped out of her panties.  When she straightened up, she rubbed her tits,
massaging them and humming to herself.  She admired herself in the mirror,
turning left and right, running her hand over her flat tummy.  She seemd to
like what she saw and smiled, striking a pose like a model.  She then
reached a hand down and rubbed between her legs, sliding her hand over her
pussy.  She had shaved it almost to the center, leaving hair around the
lips at the top.  I thought I would die as the blood pounded in my pecker.
Slowly, she withdrew her hand, a brought it to her nose, smelling herself.
She inhaled deeply and smiled.  My jaw hung slack as a wave of lust swept
through me.  Her other hand had replaced the first and it was rubbing her
mound, gently.  She stepped into the steaming water and soaped herself
thoroughly and quickly.  I watched as she bent way over to wash her legs,
getting a good look at her ass, her little puckered hole and the rear view
of her pink pussy lips.  As she washed her hair, I got a last chance to
stare at her big boobs.  She closed her eyes to the shampoo and rinse,
letting the water play over her breasts as she massaged them with the soap
bubbles that ran down her chest.  When she turned off the shower, I quietly
stepped off the block and sneaked into the boys shower.  I had been naked
the whole time and my hard-on was aching for some rubbing and warm water. I
needed to drop a load SOON.

   I waited for a while until I thought I heard her leave, then turned on
my shower and washed the mud off my shirt and shorts.  As I was finishing
washing myself and about to take care of my hard-on problem, I heard a
noise.  It was the scraping of the concrete block!  I turned and looked up
over the wall to see Debbie, staring at me and grinning.  Just as quickly,
she disappeared from view.  I turned off the shower and reached for my
towel when I heard her speak.

   "My, My, you have a cute little butt," she grinned.  Debbie had come
into the shower, still wearing her bathrobe.  Her hair was wet but she
looked as beautiful as ever.  Her eyelids drooped as she looked at me in a
strange way, eyeing my nakedness.  "And not a bad little hard-on there
either, mister.  I'll bet you unload that thing every day, maybe even twice
a day, eh?"

   I stared at her, dumbfounded.  She was crossing the shower toward me,
and undoing her robe.  As she got right up to me, she opened the robe,
letting it slide off her shoulders.

   "I thought I would come back and give you a better look, since you were
so far off, looking over the shower wall.  You didn't think I saw you, did
you?  I hoped that you would climb over, or try the door.  You see, I
didn't lock it.  I've been coming down here for two weeks, waiting for one
of you boys to be here late.  I've been needing some sport-fucking for a
while.  My husband is so tied up with camp, he's often too tired when he
comes to bed and I've got an itch that needs to be scratched."

   "I --- I ----- uh -- I'm sorry," I stammered,"I didn't mean to look, I
mean, I heard something and looked over the top --- uh --- and uh..."

   "I know what you were looking at ....  these!" she interrupted.  She
held up her boobs and moved even closer, putting them right in front of my
eyes.  I gawked, my mouth dropping open as I stared at those melons,
watching the pointed nipples rise in the cool air.  "I'll bet you haven't
been this close to tits since you were breast-fed.  Here, give me your
hands."

   She grabbed my hands and placed them on her boobs, pressing them flat,
forcing my thumbs to rub over her nipples.  Each one sprung back, swelling
and rising as I began to get bolder.  I tested the weight of each, felt the
softness of the skin.  I pressed them together, creating a length of
cleavage, squeezing them harder.  She took her hands away from mine,
freeing me to really feel them.  I explored them with great enthusiasm,
hoping I was doing it right.  The smooth softness of her skin was
incredible.  My pecker rose in response, throbbing.

   "Ooooooh, you're good for a beginner...or ARE you a beginner?  Have you
ever touched a girl's tits before?  If not, you are getting the idea.  I'll
bet you'll be a good pupil of the art of love.  Now, come closer.  Put your
head on my chest.  Kiss my nipples, but be gentle.  Don't bite hard."

   I did as she told me, all the while feeling as if I was in a dream.  I
kissed one nipple, feeling the hardness of the point, then the other one. I
sucked one into my mouth, rubbing it with my tongue, tasting the sweet
taste of a woman.  She had also put on some kind of powder which made her
smell even more desirable.  Her damp hair reflected the light of the raw
bulbs over the shower room.

   "MMMMmmmmm, that's it.  Suck my tits, sweetie, squeeze them,
too...mmmmmm ...that's it...  I think I'm beginning to get hot for
you..hon."

   She stepped back and looked down at my five-and-a-half inch pecker,
throbbing in the light of the bare lightbulb.  It was so hard it stood
almost straight up, looking right at her.

   "Now let's see what we have here," She squatted down, moving her face
close to my dick.  She slowly reached up and cupped my balls.  They were
pulled tight against the cool air, but her hand felt heavenly.  She gently
scratched them with her long nails, reaching way under.  I had to reach out
to the wall and steady myself as I almost fainted from the exquisite
feeling.  "Hmmm, it's growing nicely.  I even see a little cum juice on the
tip.  Let me get that for you." she purred.

   Just as quickly, she flicked out her tongue and bathed the tip of my
rod, licking the drop of pre-cum that glistened there.  I closed my eyes,
revelling in the feeling, and leaned back against the wall.  Suddenly,
without a word, she took my entire dick in her mouth and sucked on it for a
few seconds.  The warmth of her mouth, the excitement of the whole thing,
was all I could take.  I bucked against her face, grabbed the back of her
head, rolled my eyes back and came for all I was worth.

   "UNH--UNH--UNGHHHH---OOohh--ooh---oh-ooooooo--ungh" I groaned as I spat
load after load into her mouth.  All the while she was humming, purring,
sucking as hard as she could, taking all of me as deep as I wanted.  I
noticed, through the haze of my orgasm that she had one hand on her own
crotch, moving slowly, stroking herself.  She sucked and licked for what
seemed like ten minutes afterward.  Smiling up at me from time to time, she
drained me until my penis began to shrivel, still throbbing every now and
then.  I was exhausted and barely able to stand.

   "And that, my sweet, is what a blow-job is all about.  Did you like it?
I think you did...  a lot!" She gently gripped my pecker and stood, wiping
her face with her robe.  "And now, we'll get on with your education.  I'm
so horny now, after tasting your cum and feeling your young body that I may
cum in YOUR face, too.  Here, sit down."

   I sagged onto the bench in a daze.  She gently sat on my lap, wrapping
her arms around me.  We kissed, gently at first, then with more energy as
her mouth opened and devoured my tongue.  I tasted something salty in her
kiss, then, with a start, realized it was my own cum.  I started to pull
away when she said, "Hey, why should you worry about tasting your own cum
juice...I didn't...did I?  See?  Even your penis is waking up again."

   I looked down to see my rod rising against her thigh.  Once again, that
horny feeling began to rise inside me, too.  I held her to me, feeling her
tits, my hands roaming over her body, gently rubbing, caressing.  She
shifted off me and sat next to me.

   "On your knees...put the robe under your knees...face me," she whispered
huskily.  I did as she told me and was rewarded with a head-on view of her
pussy.  The deep red hairs glistened with wetness.  Her pouty lips were a
deeper red.  She spread her legs wider and pulled me closer as her hand
began to massage herself.  I watched, fascinated, as she rubbed her slit,
not poking her hand in deep, as most boys thought you did, but making those
circles around one area.

   "Here.  Give me your hand and I'll show you.....now...feel that little
hard place....ohhhh...  yes, there....that's it.  Now slide your finger
into me...get a little cunt juice on your finger...make it slick... 
sssssss...  yeah, that's it..  now use both hands....  spread me open with
one...  yesssss...  keep rubbing...." She let go of my hands and gripped
her tits...squeezing her nipples...  tenderly twisting them.  Her head
lolled to one side, her eyes closed.  "Oooooh, that feels soooo good.  I
like it when you rub it like that.  Now....do with your tongue what you're
doing with your fingers."

   She slid to the edge of the seat and grabbed my hair, mashing my face
into her twat.  I stuck my tongue out, tentatively.  Her pussy tasted good.
I breathed in deeply, inhaling her scent.

   "Harder!" she demanded.  "Shove that tongue into my clit!  Eat my crack.
That's it, lick me..... 
harder.....harder...keep....ooooh...keep......going....ungh...oooh....yeah.
....ahhhh...ohhh." She held my face in her crotch and I licked as quickly
as I could, feeling her get wetter and wetter.  Her cunt lips swelled and
darkened.  I slid a finger into her cunthole as I licked, then two fingers,
then three, working them into her as she moaned.

   "Ohh...OOOOHHHHhhhhhhhhh....ungh...ssss...  yes...oh
yes....yes..yessss." she jerked and spasmed against me, all the while
rubbing her tits and reaching down to rub her clit and my tongue next to
it. She grabbed my hand and drove my fingers into her as she came.  I was
awed, watching it and thinking that I would never forget this night in my
life.  I wanted this woman.  I now wanted to FUCK this woman, bad.  My
penis was engorged like it had never been.

   As she recovered from her orgasm, she looked at me and grinned.  "It
took me three years to cum with my husband and about three minutes to cum
with you....Hmmmmm, either you must be good, or I am terribly horny.  I
think it's a little of both."

   She spread my big bath towel on the floor, then put her robe on top of
it, making a large area on the wet concrete floor.  She drew me down to
her, kissing me all over, from head to toe.  I kissed her in return in the
same way, feeling my rod grow and begin to throb again.  After a few
minutes, she pulled me on top of her, grabbed my dick and showed me how to
work my way into her soft, wet, willing pussy.  She instructed me about
virgins as I moved in and out of her.  She told me about clits and how
important to a woman's pleasure they are as I pounded into her, sweating
and loving it.  She stopped me and rolled me off before I could cum again.
With a sly look, she laid me down and settled on top, easing me into her
once again, showing me different positions.  She showed me how to rub her
clit with my hand as I fucked her, sitting on me.  I kept it up until she
came again, gritting her teeth, grinding into me and my little pecker.  She
clamped down on my pulsing penis until I came again, too.  When we
recovered, she rolled off me, got on her hands and knees in front of me and
invited me to stick it in her from behind.

   "This will probably be your favorite position, lover.  After you get it
juicy in my cunt, shift up to my asshole and slide it in gently.  Be gentle
until you get it all in and then go for it" she whispered huskily.  "I'll
take care of my own clit.  May be we can time it together, eh?"

   I loved looking at her soft round butt as I kneeled behind her.  It felt
so smooth and soft and warm.  Her ass was too smooth and white and rounded
to just fuck.  I leaned over and kissed both ass cheeks, rubbing them with
my hands.  I tentatively reached under and massaged her swollen lips from
behind.  As I did, my thumb slid over her anus, drawing a hiss of pleasure
from her.  I slid my dick into her waiting pussy without a problem, holding
her hips and pumping in and out.  She reached under and caressed my balls
as I did and I felt them swell.  Another load was forming, ready to splash
out in sheer ecstasy.  I planted my pecker as deep as I could, feeling my
balls slap against her cunt hair.  I could see the sides of her tits as as
they shook with each stroke.  I loved it.  I loved her and wondered if we
could just do this all the rest of our lives.

   She reached around, pulled me out of her cunt, then directed my rod into
that pink tight asshole.  She rubbed it back and forth, spreading her own
juices and my pre-cum around that hole.  Slowly, she leaned back, forcing
my rod into her.  An inch went in and I felt the tightness close around
like a fist.  Two inches, and I felt the warmth of her ass enclosing my
swollen member.  At last, she pulled my thighs against her and I leaned
back to put it all in at once.  I felt myself very near to the brink
immediately and began to pump into her.  "Slowly", I tried to tell myself,
but the feeling was just too strong.  I rammed into her with a grunt and
she grunted in return.  Braceing her head against the wall, she reached
underneath herself, fingered her own clit and caressed my balls as they
slapped against her.  Soon, she moaned a long low sound.  She was not far
away from cumming, either.

   Faster and faster I pumped her pink tight asshole, feeling the tightness
clamp around my pole a thousand times better than my hand ever felt.  I
heard her begin to moan louder and start to shake.  Her asshole clamped
down on my pounding pecker as she came.  I felt my sperm rise in my dick as
I pounded faster and faster.  I grunted and moaned in time with her.  We
entered into the age-old rhythm of lovers in concert, stroke for stroke.

   "Unhg, Arrgh, Unngh, OoooooooooOOOOohhhh, ungh, uuuuungh, ooo, ohhhh,
yes...  yes..  yesssss ...  oh god yessss, " we each groaned as we came and
came.  We fell over, still fucking and finished on our sides, grunting and
sweating, not wanting it to end, and knowing it would.

   "Whew!" she sighed after she had caught her breath."That was one
terrific fuck, mister.  Are you SURE you haven't done that before?"

   "Nope.  Just watched some dirty movies that a friends dad had stored
away....and ...uh ..read some books..." I replied, somehow feeling shy
after all that intimacy and raw sex.

   "What are those pictures?"she asked, noticing the Polaroids on the
bench. "Oooohhh, so you're the one they spotted over at the girls camp. 
Heheh, you got a couple of good shots here, but the lighting's a little
dim. And these girls are too young for you.  You should be here next week
when the senior girls come in.  They have some great bodies on them.  Say,
I have a great idea.  Meet me here tomorrow night.  Bring your camera --
and your dick.  We'll do this some more and maybe I'll have a surprise. 
Now be quiet on your way back.  There's no use getting caught on the way.
Bye...lover..."

   She kissed me deeply and held me to her breast.  I kissed them both,
too, and helped her put her robe on.  Just as tenederly, she helped me get
dressed.  Together we left the shower at midnight, taking care to place the
concrete block out of the way.

   I slept like a baby, but dreamed like a man -- dreamed of a red haired
pussy that swallowed me completely.  I awoke the next day with a sore dick
that was as hard as it ever was.....and a new outlook on life.  2

   The next evening, I waited until the campsite was quiet and slipped down
to the shower area around ten-thirty.  I stayed hidden in the woods until I
saw Debbie coming down the path.  She had someone with her, another girl. I
recognized her as Jean, one of the Senior counselors from the girls camp,
about eighteen and small for her age.  She had a great set of tits pressing
out against her shirt and wore shorts.  She carried a bath robe, a towel
and a small bag.  They were chatting and smiling like old pals.  I watched
as they came closer into the light of the shower building, my eager rod
poking out in anticipation.

   After they entered the shower, I quickly slipped up to the building and
moved the concrete block into place.  Inside, the showers were going and I
could hear their voices as they showered, talking loudly over the noise.  I
peeked over the wall to see both Debbie and Jean stark naked.  Jean was
much shorter than Debbie, but with large tits that stood straight out
supporting large pink nipples.  Her blonde hair was shoulder length, but
the dark bush at her crotch gave her away.  Her darkly tanned body had only
a small separation where boobs and butt had not had as much sun as the
rest. I guessed that she went to a tanning salon to even things out.  Her
beautifully rounded bottom was an inviting thing, especially when she bent
over to pick up her soap.  I watched as they lathered.  I also saw Debbie
watching me when Jean wasn't looking.  She even grinned up at me and
motioned for me to hide lower.

   "You have a nice body, Jean.  You must work on that tan all summer, but
I think you should shave all your pubic hair off to hide that dark bush. 
You don't want a stray dark hair giving you away by the pool, do you?"

   "No, I guess not, but I'm afraid to shave too close.  I might nick
myself, you know?"

   "If you like, I'll do it.  After all, I'm a nurse and all that.  I'll be
careful...what do you say?"

   "Welllll, if you think so..." Jean said, grinning evilly at Debbie.  "I
never had a woman touch me down there."

   "Sit down, and let me soap you up.  We'll be done in no time," Debbie
assured her as she led her over to the bench.  She turned Jean so that I
had a great view of the proceedings.  "How's that feel?  I'll bet you are
hot with the boys when they rub your cute little pussy."

   "Why Debbie!  " Jean intoned, " I believe you are turning me on!...Now
stop that or I'll have to get back in the shower and diddle myself.  Oooh,
that feels good.  Are you done shaving?  Ooooh, yeah, my little hairless
pussy does feel good."

   "Now those boys can get in there and eat that precious thing to their
heart's content, " Debbie laughed, giving Jean a last slow rub with her
hand.  "My husband used to like it like that, but now he wants a little
fuzz around the rim.  He says it tickles his dick and balls when we do it."

   Jean smiled up at Debbie and blushed as she gathered her robe around
her. "I wish I could find a cute little guy to jump on right now.  All that
shaving and touching has made me horny.  I wonder if there are any in camp
right now?"

   "Sure there are" Debbie responded.  "Haven't you seen them up close.  If
not, maybe I should introduce you."

   "Yes, there are a few cute boys here in the camp.  I noticed one the
other day who was swimming at the skinny dip hole.  They didn't know we
were there but the seniors know a secret path that goes right to a great
hiding place.  This kid just makes me wet every time I see him.  I wish I
could catch him alone in the woods...he wouldn't know what hit him," Jean
laughed at her horny joke.

   Debbie giggled in agreement, " I think I know which one you mean.  The
other day I saw him coming down to this shower at about this time and
peeked over the wall.  His young tight body just makes me sweat, and he's
got a cute little butt, too.  I even saw his penis when it was hard in the
shower.  It's just as cute and I wanted to kiss it all over.  Have you ever
peeked in on the boys?"

   "No!  I didn't know you could see into there...How?"Jean asked
excitedly.

   "Just move the big concrete block outside and you can stand on your
tiptoes to look over.  Just be careful and don't get caught."

   As the girls talked, I began to get the idea.  Debbie wanted me to be in
the shower when they finished, just in time to be heard.  I shivered with
the excitement of anticipating two girls watching me in the shower.  Moving
off the block, I replaced it, and quickly went in, stripped off and waited.

   In a few minutes I heard the shower door open.  Just as quickly, I
turned my shower on and began to slowly bathe, shampooing my hair, then
lathering my body.  Soon, out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of a
head moving above the wall.  I then went to work on my pecker, which was
hard anyway.  I turned slowly in the shower as I lathered it up, slowly
pumping it to oblivion.  I had almost shot my load, my eyes tightly shut,
imagining Jean in the shower, when I felt a hand on my shoulder.  I spun
around to see what I had been imagining...Jean standing naked in front of
me.

   I froze, my hand wrapped around my pulsating pecker.  Jean moved in
close, turned me into the shower and rinsed othe soap off me.  She ran her
hands over my chest and back, making sure to run her hands over my butt and
down past my swollen balls.  I began to come out of my daze and reached for
Jean, caressing her shoulders, arms, then her breasts.  When I touched her
tits, she moaned softly and closed her eyes, pulling me to her.  I kissed
her tenderly, then deeply as we pressed ourselves together.  My rod, mashed
up against her flat stomach in between us, was oozing cum juice and I felt
her warmth.  Her firm tits were just a large handfull and I kissed them
till they were slippery.  I worked my way down her body, tonguing her
belly-button as she cooed.  I then dashed my tongue into her freshly shaved
snatch and felt her shiver, moving a leg to allow me easier entrance.  Her
little pussy was sopping wet with her lubrication.  She was practically
dripping as I worked my face into her crotch.

   She pulled away and laid down in the dressing corner of the shower,
pulling me down with her as she moved her towel into place under her.  I
continued my licking and sucking until I heard her breathing and moaning
loudly, the sound of the shower was the only thing louder.  I had worked
one finger into her and was trying the second when I felt hands on my back,
pushing me up Jean's body.  I then realized it was Debbie, coaching me,
urging me to get ready to enter Jean.  I felt Debbie hands on my rod,
rubbing it against Jean's leg, then her crotch, spreading my pre-cum juice
around her bare pussy.  I started to move on top of Jean when Debbie pulled
me on my back, pulling Jean over on me.

   Jean looked at me, keeping her eyes glued on mine as she straddled my
hips, moving into place over my rod.  Debbie held it up, caressing my balls
and gently jacking me off, keeping me hard and ready.  Slowly, ever so
slowly, Jean eased herself down.  I pressed up against her cunt, working
into her a little at a time.  She sat down on me, gently, pressing me into
her as it felt better and better to her.  At last, we reached the point
when I had to push hard to get past her hymen.  She grunted as Debbie
pushed her down suddenly, breaking her cherry and driving me all the way
in. I froze for a moment, savoring the tight feeling of that fresh pussy
squeezing my dick, giving Jean a second to adjust.  Then Jean began to
move, taking up the rhythm, working me in and out, slowly spreading the
love juiced throughout her tiny cunt hole.  I got hotter and hotter, and
she began to breathe heavily as the end came near.  I realized that
Debbie's hands were between us, one hand gently rubbing Jean's clit and the
other cupping my balls and gently squeezing them.

   Faster and faster, deeper and deeper I drove, matching Jean stroke for
stroke as I watched her chase her orgasm.  I knew mine would be soon but I
was getting more satisfaction out of helping this vision of an angel get
hers first.

   "Umm, ummph, ooooooooOOOOOOOooOOh, yes, I'm going to...I'm going....to
.....ungh...ungh...oohhh..I'm cumming....oh yessss...  I'm
cumming.......ooooooooo, " Jean moaned and writhed on my pounding rod, her
pussy pulsing and tightening around me.  I stroked into her deeply, going
for my goodies as Jean moaned and enjoyed the warmth and tingling of her
long orgasm.

   "oooooh, Oh yes, ohhh YES, yes yesssss" I heard someone saying.  But it
wasn't me or Jean.  It was Debbie!  I looked over next to me and Jean was
cumming with her hand in her snatch, working her clit into a froth as she
watched us fuck.  This was all I could take and I pounded into Jean,
cumming over and over, my eyes on Debbie's cunt next to my face.