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This story was produced as adult entertainment o o and should not be read by minors. o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o Nature Studies (MFF, camping, affair) A Story By Achilles *** Geraldine and Helen had grown up together as really close friends, which was a good thing for them as neither had any brothers or sisters. Each provided the company that young growing girls needed - someone to share secrets with, someone to talk about girl things with. Someone to confide in. Not that their mothers didn't care for them or talk to them. They did. But some things you just don't want to talk about with your mother. Both had been Brownies, and both had just become Girl Scouts together, so when they approached their parents about the prospect of going on a camping holiday together there was no opposition, only excitement and interest as to where they would go. After all, what harm could come to two level headed, maturing young girls of 13 when they'd had such excellent training? It would be good for them too as they could use the experience towards their Nature Studies badges. The night before they were due to leave on their trip, Helen slept over at Geraldine's as they wanted to make an early start. This suited the girls very well indeed, for although their parents knew they were the best of friends, they didn't really appreciate how close the girls had really become. In the past few years, what had started innocently enough as simple curiosity had developed quickly into their main interest. Even before puberty, they had experimented together with clumsy masturbation. Now they were older, curiosity had led from just experimentation to the realisation that they could enjoy full sexual gratification with each other and not bother with the brash advances of the boys in their school. This curiosity had almost led to disaster. Their art teacher, Miss Sharples, had caught them in the bushes at the bottom of the playing fields one day comparing the sizes of their developing breasts. However, their parents had been delighted when Miss Sharples told them of the artistic talent both girls showed and had offered to give them free extra lessons at her home. They would have been less delighted had they known what direction those lessons had taken - for Miss Sharples had a 'thing' about young nubile girls! Geraldine's father drove them in his station wagon to the area they had chosen, far out into the backwoods on the lower slopes of a magnificent range of hills that stretched as far as the eye could see. Excellent, well marked trails to walk, and beautiful scenery to enjoy on their two week holiday alone - the first time either had been away from home without their parents. The weather looked perfect and both girls set out eagerly to find a good place to make their first camp. They had gently climbed for two hours along a softly twisting, brown pathway of sound-deadening pine needles, the crisp resinous smell of the mature forest surrounding them like incense in a quiet cathedral, when they came across the ideal site. A level ledge of ground opened out from the forest, then fell suddenly away to reveal a breathtaking view of the valley below. A tiny spring nearby delivered a constant supply of fresh, cold water, and the short grass felt like a rich carpet under their feet. There was no discussion. This was the perfect place for their first camp. In no time at all, the mouthwatering smell of frying bacon filled the air in front of their expertly pitched tent. There was no question about it, they both smugly congratulated themselves, they were completely independent of adults on this trip and had demonstrated without doubt that they could cope with anything. Even details like the latrine they had dug in strict accordance with the Scouting Book, far enough away and downwind not to be intrusive, yet close enough to be convenient. When they finally tumbled into their sleeping bags - carefully arranged so as to make one big one - Geraldine dug into the bottom of her rucksack and triumphantly produced the slim double headed dildo that Miss Sharples had given them. Their giggles of delight quickly turned to eager passion as both girls proceeded to make the most of their first night away from home. An hour later, sated at last, the girls finally drifted into a deep sleep, their naked bodies still clasped intimately together. This was going to be a wonderful holiday - they'd thought of everything. Well, almost everything. How could they have known that such a perfect day would end with a rising storm that night, and that the gentle spring was in fact the main sluice for the watershed above them? Had they thought a little more about it, they might have wondered why that beautiful ledge of open ground below the spring had no growth on it other than the grass. As it was, they were both rudely awakened in the early morning darkness to the sound of high winds and lashing rain buffeting their tent, and the distinctly uncomfortable fact that their joined sleeping bags were soaked through by what was rapidly becoming a river of water coursing through their shelter. What had been an idyllic camping holiday rapidly turned into the worst nightmare that the girls had ever experienced. Dawn found them huddled together in what clothes they could salvage, watching tearfully as the last remains of their tent and all its supplies were washed by a torrent of water over the sheer ledge. Even if they managed to struggle barefoot down the path they had come up, it was still fifteen miles to the nearest township from the place that Geraldine's father had dropped them. It was a total disaster! The rain had stopped and the wind had died down to a gentle breeze. It looked like being a beautiful day again. But with all their belongings gone, cold and soaking wet, neither girl was in any mood to contemplate anything but the fact that they both felt as if the end of the world had come. It was in that sorry state that George Paton came across them an hour later. He was a freelance photographer and had long ago bought a comfortable cabin in a pleasant glade not far away up the hill. He spent every summer here in the peace of the woods and found plenty of wildlife and breathtaking scenery to photograph for the magazines. He always liked to come down to this ledge and watch the new-born waterfall cascade down the hillside after a storm. The last thing he expected to find was two bedraggled girls staring listlessly at the water flowing smoothly over the ledge. "What the hell are you doing here?" he exclaimed, running towards them and taking his jacket off at the same time. "Here, put this around you. You'll get hypothermia if you sit around like that! Didn't you have enough sense to get up and move around to keep warm? Bloody idiots!" Both girls shivered together in his thick coat as he herded them up to his cabin and kept up a tirade of abuse about stupid little girls camping in ridiculous places and then not having enough sense to get themselves dry and out of the wind. If it wasn't enough that they came up here disturbing his peace and quiet, they had to be idiots enough upset his whole day by having to act like absolute morons. Finally, her spirits restored by a blazing fire and her second bowl of hot soup, Geraldine snapped that it wasn't their fault that there was a storm last night, and they did know how to manage, thank you very much. They were both Girl Scouts and had been camping before, but nobody could have predicted what happened last night. Just nobody! George looked at her quizzically. "So it's got a tongue, has it?" he grinned, then held his hands up as she glared at him mutinously. "You've got to admit though, you didn't do too well, did you? Who are you, anyway?" "Geraldine Summers," she said sullenly, "And this is my friend Helen Jones. We're on a camping holiday for the next two weeks." "Hi," he grinned, "I'm George Paton. Well, I don't think you'll be camping much from now on. What do you plan to do?" "Once we're dry, I'll phone my father. At least he'll have a little more understanding than you've obviously got." "No phone!" George grinned. "Then we'll walk down to the township and phone from there." "With no shoes?" George's grin became a chuckle. "Oh, come on Gerry, you know you're not being sensible." Helen protested. "If it hadn't been for Mr Paton we'd still be shivering on the ledge out there. Anyway, I don't want to go home particularly. We'd never live it down." She looked at George expectantly, "You haven't any camping gear you could lend us, have you?" Geraldine snorted, but George smiled back and said, "No I haven't - and it's George, by the way, not Mr Paton - but I do have some clothes that might fit you. My brother and sister-in-law often use the cabin later in the year for hunting, and they usually bring the kids with them. The wardrobe in the back is full of their clothes and you're sure to find something to fit you. I'm sure they wouldn't mind you borrowing what you need. If nobody wants any more soup, I suggest you go and have a look there now." The chance of nosying through someone else's clothes was too much to resist, so for the next hour he saw little of them whilst they tried on all the things left in the old wardrobe he showed them. When they finally reappeared, they were once again warmly clothed, even to well- worn boots that were much more comfortable than the new ones they'd bought just before setting out. George had cooked a hearty breakfast whilst they were rummaging in the back, and both girls fell on it as if they hadn't seen food for days. "Right," George said as they wiped up the last bits from their plates and drank another hot mug of coffee, "First order of the day is to search for your things that got washed away. You want to come and help me look?" Their spirits fully restored, the girls agreed eagerly and they all set out along a path that George said would take them to the bottom of the precipice they'd camped on. Sure enough, when they got to the bottom of the slope, bits and pieces of clothing and the remains of their tent could be seen scattered in the brush. An hour later they had retrieved all that could be found and made their way back up the path to the cabin. "The tent is ruined." Helen said glumly. "I suppose that's the end of our camping holiday." "Not necessarily," George said, "There's plenty of room here in the cabin and you can use it as a base if you like. That is," he looked meaningfully at Geraldine who stood scowling at the tattered remains of the tent, "That is if your outgoing friend there can stand the thought of sharing a cabin with an old fogy like me!" "Oooh yes!" Helen clapped her hands, "That would be wonderful, wouldn't it Gerry? And you're not an old fogy at all. I think you've been very nice." Geraldine scowled, "Suppose so. But it's not camping." "But it is really," Helen said in excitement, "We're still in the hills and everything, and you have to admit Gerry, it would be heaps more comfortable than in that drafty old tent. To be honest," she said in a burst of frankness, "I've never like tents much anyway. Come on - you haven't either, have you? Go on - be honest!" Geraldine slowly relented as her friend grinned at her, then laughed, "Oh, alright - you win! If George really doesn't mind, and there's room for us." "Of course there is," George smiled. "There're two bunk beds in here, right near the fire, and my room is separate, so you'll have your privacy. Only one shower I'm afraid, but we can work out a roster. I've got plenty of supplies and, frankly, I'd welcome the company. Now, who's for a bite to eat? All that scavenging has given me an appetite." The rest of that day was spent exploring the immediate area with George as their guide. They found it fascinating as he knew of all the best views and all the places where the local wildlife gathered. By the time evening came and they were sprawled in front of the fire after a delicious meal - much better than they could have cooked on their small camp stove - even Geraldine felt that she had known him for years and he was one of her best friends. Alright, so he was practically as old as her father, but he didn't act like it and didn't talk down to them. Mature men were so much more interesting than silly boys after all, she thought comfortably, and shifted herself to toast the other side of her bottom. As for Helen, she had taken to George right from the start, listening attentively to everything he said and taking every opportunity to walk beside him. She thought he was incredibly intelligent to know how to use all those complicated looking cameras that he always carried, and he knew simply everything about the forest and the hills here. This was going to be a wonderful holiday, she just knew it! "Well," George finally said with a yawn, "I reckon it's time to hit the sack. The water should be good and hot now from the wet-back behind the fire, so I'll grab a quick shower first as I know from bitter experience with my niece just how long young girls like to spend in there! Oh yes, you'll probably want these too - I found them under one of the bushes where your things ended up." He tossed a small bundle of clothing onto one of the bunks and left the room. Soon they could hear him singing tunelessly over the sound of running water, then later went for a shower themselves when he called out cheerfully that the bathroom was free. With no parents to interrupt them, and with the bathroom door firmly locked behind them, the girls made the most of their opportunity by showering together, a sensuous experience they'd been introduced to and shared many times with Miss Sharples. Giggling, they stroked their hands sensuously over the slippery softness of their wet young bodies, soaping and squeezing each other's small breasts until their nipples stood out in sensitive excitement. Helen reached down and slipped her fingers inside the groove splitting Geraldine's prominent mound, then shuddered herself as she felt her friend's fingers doing the same to her, gasping as the probing fingers began to flutter on her clitoris. Her legs felt weak as she opened her thighs slightly to let Geraldine's fingers slip inside her vagina, and she gasped as she felt them slide deep inside her. "Quiet!" Geraldine whispered urgently as Helen began to groan louder and louder. "He'll hear us if you don't stop that noise!" "Don't stop!" Helen answered tightly, and stuffed her knuckles in her mouth as Geraldine's fingers pumped faster and faster inside her cunt. "Mmmmmmm!!!" she groaned as she pressed down to get those wonderful probing fingers deeper inside her. "I ... I ... I'mmmmm cummmmmmmmming!!!!!!" she whispered in a strained voice, then shuddered as her body began to quiver with reaction as orgasm hit her. "Hey!" Geraldine suddenly exclaimed, and pulled her fingers hurriedly out of her spasming friend's cunt. "Hey!! The water's getting cold!! Eeeeeek - it's bloody freezing!!! Both girls scrambled out of the shower as cold water sprayed down on them, gasping at the sudden shock of it, then giggled as they energetically dried themselves in the soft towels that had been left out for them. "I lost all track of time in there." Geraldine grinned. "We must have drained the hot water cistern. It can't be a big one in a cabin like this. We'd better put more wood on the fire if there's to be any hot water in the morning. Come on Helen, hurry up before the fire goes out or George will have second thoughts about having us here!" Wrapped in their towels the girls hurried back into the main room of the cabin and threw a couple of logs on the glowing embers of the fire. "That was close!" Helen grinned as the flames began to lick upwards again. "Hey, what did George find that he couldn't give to us earlier?" She picked up the small bundle that George had tossed on the bunk before leaving the room, and a long pink object fell from it. 'That's our dildo!" Geraldine gasped. "Oh my god - what must he think!!!!" "I don't care what he thinks." Helen retorted. "I was in the middle of one of the best orgasms I've ever had when that bloody shower put a stop to it. I just want to finish it off - I'm feeling as horny as hell! I don't care why he didn't tell us he'd found our pink friend - I just want a good fucking with it!!" She dropped her towel and lay down on the thick bearskin pelt in front of the fire, her legs spread wide open. "Come and fuck me Gerry! Fuck me hard!!!" Both girls were quiet at breakfast the following morning, exchanging glances as George kept up a steady stream of chatter about how good the weather looked today, and where he thought the girls might like to go. There was an interesting walk to the top of the next hill along a well- defined trail and a wonderful view from the top. They could take a picnic if they liked and make a day of it. He had plenty of work he wanted to get on with whilst they were out. So long as they were back before sunset he saw no problems in them going out for the whole day. He'd have dinner on the table when they returned. He'd even lend them a camera they could take with them so they'd have some pictures to remember their holiday by. It was a longer walk than they'd thought from his description, so it was two tired young girls who traipsed back to the cabin that evening. He was right though, the view had been worth it and they'd used up a whole film with the pictures they'd taken. This time they made their showers quick and short, and sat down at the sturdy wooden table in the main room to eagerly await the delicious stew he'd prepared, with freshly baked bread from the wood-fired oven in the kitchen. "I can't wait to see those pictures we took." Helen said with a full mouth, and took another sip of the wine he'd brought out. She'd never be allowed wine at home, which made this even more delicious. "I'll do them tonight if you like." George said, breaking off another piece of bread and dunking it in the stew. "What do you mean?" Geraldine asked. George laughed. "I told you I was a photographer. Did you think I sent away to get my films developed? I've got a full darkroom in the back. You can come and watch if you like." Somehow this was not an idea that had occurred to the girls, and immediately they were enthusiastic. "You mean you do it all yourself, enlarging and everything?" Helen asked admiringly. Not only was he good looking, he was really talented as well! "Mind you, you'll have to be fairly broadminded to come in my darkroom. In fact, I'm not really sure whether you're old enough yet." "You can say that after what you left on my bunk last night?" Geraldine asked, and looked at him boldly. George looked back at her silently, then grinned. "You've got a point there! I didn't like to say anything about it as I've only just met you, but you must know a bit about the world if you went on a camping holiday with something like that. Do your parents know?" "No," Geraldine replied, still looking him straight in the eye, "Are you going to tell them?" "Of course not," George said seriously, "What you two girls do between yourselves is your own business. I wouldn't dream of breaking any confidences. To tell you the truth, I find it much easier to talk to you than with two innocent little schoolgirls." "But we are schoolgirls George." "But hardly innocent I think. Not from what I could hear coming from the bathroom and this room last night! The walls of this cabin are quite thin you know." he grinned at Geraldine's sudden consternation. "Don't worry," he said, "You can make as much noise as you like. Doesn't worry me at all." "I want a look in your darkroom." Geraldine said with determination. "You seem to know quite a bit about us it seems, but we know hardly anything about you apart from what you've told us. Just what's in there that means we'd have to be broadminded anyway?" "OK, OK!" George laughed, holding his hands up in supplication, "But not until we've finished our meal and got the dishes done. Alright?" Both girls nodded solemnly, and began to eat more quickly. "Well, here we are then." George said, drawing aside the heavy curtain inside the door to his darkroom and switching the light on. The girls entered and stared wide eyed at all the photographic apparatus on the bench inside, then even wider eyed at the pictures that lined the walls. There were scenes from the forest and the animals in it, even one of the ledge they had camped on with a torrent of water flinging itself in a cataract off the edge with a beautiful rainbow through the middle of the spray. But what caught their attention most were the pictures of men and women in all stages of dress and undress engaged in wild sexual activity. "That's the bearskin rug!" Helen whispered, pointing to a picture of a blonde busily sucking an enormous cock as she was being fucked from behind by another man. "And that's the table outside!" Geraldine said, staring at a picture of a woman lying on it as three men ejaculated over her face and breasts. "This is pornography George!" she accused, "Is this what you do for a living?" "Well, no." he replied uncomfortably, taken aback by her steady stare. "It's just a little sideline that I do occasionally. Most of my work is quite straightforward. You know, nature stuff and things like that. Come on - I think I may have made a mistake by bringing you in here. I'll take you down to the township tonight and get your parents to take you home." "Don't you dare!" Geraldine retorted, her face suddenly wreathed in a big smile. "I want to see more of this, don't you Helen?" "Oh yes!" Helen said, peering closely at a redhead astride the body of a man with his cock deep inside her cunt, "Hasn't she got lovely tits Gerry! Just look at those nipples!!" "Can't see any our age though, can you Helen? Got any of those George?" Geraldine looked at him expectantly. George was totally taken aback by the reaction of the girls. He didn't know what crazy impulse had made him take them in here in the first place, but seeing now how excited they were he silently blessed that impulse, whatever had caused it. "Well, er, no. I mean, I only get people from the agency here." "Well, it's about time that changed," Geraldine purred, moving up close to him and running her fingers lightly up his arm. "Can you set off your cameras remotely George? I mean, do you have to be behind them to take the pictures, or can you take pictures when you're somewhere else?" "Er, of course I can. I can set them to take pictures automatically every so often, or trigger them remotely whenever I want. I need that to take my wildlife pictures." "That's nice George," Geraldine smiled, and winked at Helen. "You see, we've always wondered what it would be like to be fucked by a man. Now we can take home some souvenirs!" "Of course we can!" Helen said with sudden understanding. "You'd like that too, wouldn't you George?" She moved closer to him. "On the other hand," she sighed theatrically, "We'll just have to go home and tell our Daddies about what you get up to here, all alone in the hills. My Daddy's a policeman, and I don't think he'd like it if he knew what you're doing - especially with little girls like us! Of course," she sighed again dramatically, "We couldn't say a thing if we had done it willingly, could we Gerry?" "Of course not!" Geraldine grinned, stroking his arm again. "Mind you, he probably doesn't like fucking little girls like us. After all, we haven't got big tits like those girls in the pictures there, have we Helen?" "No," Helen grinned back, "And our pussies aren't all nice and hairy like that either. He must like hairy pussies or he wouldn't photograph so many!" "You little minxes!" George laughed, "It seems I don't have much choice in the matter, does it?" "Nope!" the girls chorused smugly, and snuggled close to him. "There's just one condition though." George said. "I want to photograph you two together. You gave me a hell of a time last night listening to you both but unable to do anything about it." "Bet you did, though!" Geraldine grinned knowingly, moving her hand down and stroking the bulge in his trousers. "Enough of that," George groaned and drew away from them, "Or I'll do it as I stand here!" "Then why don't we move out of here to where you can lie down and do it!" Helen suggested. "I know, what about your bedroom George? We've never been in there yet. Bet you've got something more comfortable than those bunks or the table." She looked significantly at the picture on the wall of the cum spattered woman spread across the wooden table. "The photos can wait 'til later - I'm feeling really wet right now!" The two excited girls dragged George out of the darkroom and to the door of his bedroom. Once inside, their eyes widened. This wasn't just a bedroom - it was a studio as well, with an enormous bed as the focal point for a whole battery of cameras and lights! "Good grief George!" Geraldine whispered in awe, "I thought you said pornography was just a sideline for you. Miss Sharples would die for a chance to be in here, wouldn't she Helen?" "Would she ever!" Helen agreed, staring at the huge mirror suspended over the bed. "Who's Miss Sharples?" George asked. "Oh, just someone we know." Geraldine replied absently. "I think we might bring her up here one day and introduce you." She giggled and nudged Helen, "I think he might like her, don't you?" Helen nodded and grinned widely, then ran to the bed and knelt in the middle facing them, a sultry pout on her face. "How's this George?" she asked, clasping her hands behind her head and arching her back so her small breasts were pushed out in front of her under her sweater. "Absolutely terrific!" he grinned. "Wait a minute whilst I get these video cameras rolling. We might as well have a screen test!" "Oooh yes!" Helen bounced on the bed with excitement. "Come on Gerry, come and join me!" Geraldine clambered on the bed to join her friend, and the two girls giggled and struck a variety of exaggerated poses as George moved around the room turning on lights and adjusting the cameras. "Right," he said finally, and moved onto the bed with them, "Let's see what little girls are made of, shall we?" He gently slapped Helen on her bottom and grinned as she squealed in delight. Nervously at first, then with growing confidence as she saw Geraldine doing it, Helen lifted the hem of her sweater and began drawing it up over her head. George's eyes stared eagerly as their luscious little tits were gradually revealed, then widened further as the girls both knelt in front of him and began stroking and squeezing them until their nipples stood out like firm little pillars. His cock strained rigidly inside his trousers and he began to unbuckle his belt as Geraldine hooked her fingers inside her shorts and began to push them down. The air in the room became charged with electric excitement as one item of clothing followed another onto the floor as all three stripped with increasing urgency. The cameras whirred quietly as the last piece of clothing was discarded and the girls stared fascinated at George's cock sticking rigidly in the air. "Wow!!!" Helen breathed, staring at it with her mouth half open in fascination. "I never thought it would be that big!" Geraldine nervously reached forward, drawing her hand back quickly as it jerked under her touch. "Can I?" Helen asked, and boldly grasped his cock, feeling its hard shaft slipping under her small hand as she began to stroke it up and down. "Look Gerry!" she exclaimed as she pulled upwards and the skin slipped up until his glans was completely enveloped, then pulled firmly down and giggled as the purple head reared up swollen and glistening with precum in front of her fascinated eyes. George groaned as Geraldine began exploring his balls whilst Helen continued to slowly wank him. He reached out and did a bit of exploring himself, cupping their soft breasts and feeling their nipples pressing hard into the palms of his hands. His hands slid over their young bodies, over their hips and round to their plump little buttocks. Helen's hand began to speed up as he slipped his hand round to her front and reached down over her tummy and between her thighs towards the fat mound of her cunt. She gasped as his probing fingers found the wet crevice and slipped inside, lowering her head and avidly sucked his cock deep in her hot mouth as he began to stroke her clitoris. He now had his hands cupping both their cunts and his fingers buried deep inside their wet depths. The girls writhed in pleasure as he finger fucked them, and Geraldine had joined her girlfriend in taking turns at sucking him. They were both in a frenzy of sexual excitement now and his hands were soaking with their slippery juices. Pulling them both up until they were kneeling on either side of him and facing the cameras, he continued to slide his fingers in and out of their hairless cunts as they shuddered and clutched their breasts convulsively as they began to gasp and orgasm together, bouncing up and down to meet the thrusts of his fingers. "I want to fuck!!!" Geraldine gasped, shuddering with ecstasy as her vagina rippled with her second orgasm, and flung herself on her back with her legs wide open. "Fuck me now! Fuck me NOW!!!!" she demanded, dragging George on top of her and pulling his cock towards her gaping cunt. Helen watched fascinated as George's cock pressed against her girlfriend's fat cunt, then began to slowly slide inside her, stretching the wet lips wider and wider. "Oooooh YES!!!!!" Geraldine gasped as he began to move, sliding deeper and deeper inside her with each thrust. "Harder! HARDER!!" she moaned, and began to push her small body up to meet his glistening shaft as it pistoned in and out of her widely split cunt. "I'm cumming! I'm CUMMMMMMINGGGGG!!!!!" she screamed suddenly, and arched her back as her legs drummed in a frenzy on the bed. "UUUUUUGGGGH!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOWWWWWWW!!!!!" She stiffened, then jerked uncontrollably as wave after wave of lust swept through her. "Me too!" Helen beat her fists on his back. "It's not fair - me too!!" She flung herself beside the coupled pair and spread her legs wide, tugging on his arm. "Fuck me too George!" she implored. George grunted and pulled his glistening shaft out of Geraldine's cunt as she desperately tried to hold him inside, then clambered on top of Helen and guided his cock between her splayed thighs. Socketed between the lips of her cunt, he thrust and slid smoothly inside her in one motion. Her cunt felt really tight after Geraldine's well fucked vagina, but quickly relaxed as he began to pump urgently inside her. Geraldine moaned and began masturbating furiously. She wanted his cock inside her again, stretching and exciting her vagina until her belly clenched again in that wonderfully erotic way. She'd wanted to feel him cum inside her, spurting his spunk deep inside her. She groaned and writhed on the bed in frustration as Helen wailed in excited lust and the bed shook with their fucking. Then Helen screamed in passion as she orgasmed, and suddenly George was deep inside Geraldine again, fucking her furiously as Helen writhed in frustration and thrust her fingers in her cunt to try and keep her orgasm going. George was a wild animal in rut now. He'd always dreamed of fucking little girls, and now he had two insatiable young nymphomaniacs in bed with him wriggling in a sexual frenzy under his pounding body. "Get on your knees!" he gasped at Helen as he thrust again deep inside Geraldine's small body, then quickly withdrew and grabbed Helen's upturned buttocks and rammed inside her. "You too!" he panted, and watched as Geraldine rolled over and lifted her bottom in the air. As he switched position yet again and thrust into Geraldine's wet cunt for the fourth time, he wondered why he hadn't ejaculated yet. He always made it a condition that he got to fuck the star model in each of his photo sessions, and he always came after only four or five minutes of fast fucking. Maybe it was because he knew that he had two girls to service now. Maybe it was because their cunts were so much tighter. Whatever the reason, George didn't care - all he knew was that he was in some kind of heaven as he pounded into Geraldine's quivering little buttocks and listened to her groaning in passion. Perhaps it was because he'd thought about it that he felt his balls suddenly tightening and felt the pressure build up. He grasped Geraldine's buttocks firmly and pulled her slight body close to his belly as he gasped, "I'm cumming! I'm cummmmmingggg!!" Then surge after surge of spunk erupted from his straining cock and shot deep inside the girl's vagina. "You too!" he gasped at Helen, and quickly withdrew his spurting cock from Geraldine's cum-filled cunt to thrust it into her girlfriend's eagerly waiting body. Pulse after pulse of spunk poured into Helen's sucking cunt as George groaned and shuddered in his orgasm. "That was terrific!" Geraldine sighed, as she contentedly watched another white blob slowly ooze from the slit between her thighs. "Oooh yes!" Helen agreed, and cuddled up to George as they lay exhausted on the big bed watching one of his porn videos. "Oooh! Look at that!" she said, and giggled as a fountain of white cum shot out of the straining actor's cock and splashed over the face of the busty actress who had been sucking him off. "It felt really nice when you came inside me George!" she said happily. "Much better than with the dildo." Geraldine agreed. "Tell you what George, why don't we do a little porn movie just for us? I can pretend you're my father, and you can catch us playing with each other and spank us both, and then you can fuck us like you did today. Wouldn't that be sexy?" "Oooh yes!" Helen agreed enthusiastically, "Or we can wank you until you squirt it all over us like in that video there!" "And then he can fuck us!" Geraldine said firmly, and grabbed his soft cock possessively. "There's plenty of time for that," George said contentedly, watching his cock stiffen again under Geraldine's busy fingers. "What I want now is a long, slow fuck with you sitting on top of me so I can play with those lovely little titties of yours. And then you too," he smiled at Helen. Tomorrow I'll take you out on a photo session and get some good pics of you naked and making love in the woods." He grinned and cuddled them both close to him, then looked puzzled as both girls sat up suddenly and grinned at each other. "Nature Studies!" they both chorused, and burst out laughing.