Author: Pescador del Valle Title: Boy Meets Girl Meets Girl Part: Chapter 17 of 25 Universe: PdV's Boy Meets Girl Meets Girl Summary: A romantic view of the unusual erotic encounters of three older teenagers Keywords: Fm, oral, exhib, rom Language: English Copyright: 2003 ********************************************* * WARNING! * * This text file contains sexually explicit * * material. If you do not wish to read this * * type of literature, or you are under age, * * PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! * ********************************************* Note : This chapter contains subject matter which may be considered (ws) but it is a minor part of the story and is not presented as an erotic aspect. Comments appreciated : see Pescador del Valle on www.asstr.org/authors.html ********************************************************* Cilla, Sonia and I had forged an unlikely three-way relationship. Together with my brother Rick and his girlfriend Renate we were up before dawn to spend the next four days camping. ********************************************* The car was quiet as the sun came up. Sonia, sitting in the middle of the back seat, had fallen back asleep after talking to Renate for a while and was now snuggled against Cilla, her head resting on Cilla's ample bosom. Renate had dropped off too which accounted for my brother Rick's silence; he could have been sitting in the back holding Renate's sleeping form if I hadn't been mean and made him sit in the front. Cilla and I were prepared to talk but most of our conversations were of a more private nature that could wait until we were alone (that is, just the three of us). We commented about the odd item that came up as we travelled or which made us think of some other topic but generally I just drove in the quiet car. I regretted teasing him; maybe we could change seats when I stopped for a stretch. I know; He could swap with Renate! No. I wasn't really that much of a bastard. I was sorry I couldn't have driven the Plymouth - we could have had three people up front (I wonder who) or back - but we would need the 4WD when we got to the ranges. We had missed the peak hour traffic by leaving at 5 am and were making good time. Out of the suburbs we picked up speed but after about three hours we would be through the foothills and in the mountains and wouldn't be able to travel as fast. Driving for about six hours and making a couple of stops on the way, I expected to get to the camp site around 1 pm. We could have been earlier but what was the point of rushing for the sake of 40 minutes. As I drove I kept thinking back to the night before and the fun Sonia, Cilla and I had got up to. I hoped for better tonight - the opportunity to spend the whole night with my two ladies. I was sure Rick wouldn't mind sharing the smaller tent with Renate; the problem was whether she would. The alternative was a three/two split along gender lines which, while what Renate's parents (and probably Sonia's and mine) were expecting, wouldn't be nearly as satisfying. I would have to trust her friend Sonia to convince her, if necessary; it may not be a problem. I drove for about an hour and a half before stopping for fuel. We hadn't used much but it would be cheaper here than further on. It also gave me a well needed chance to stretch my legs and to tease my brother. "Would you like to sit in the back?" "Yes I would!" "Okay. Shall I see if Renate would like to sit up front with me?" "Ho. Ho. Try again brother." The others had been in to buy a snack or drink and we played musical chairs. Cilla moved into the front seat with Sonia and Renate scooting over so Rick, with a window seat, sat next to Renate. Cilla had a hot coffee for me, strong with extra sugar. "I'll keep you awake", she promised. There was a bit more chatter now. Rick missed out on his cuddle; Renate was wide awake now and talking mainly to Sonia although it was a public conversation and we all joined in. He did get to hold her hand though which kept him happier than he had been during our first leg. I know he was happy because I felt the same way when Cilla reached over and I took one hand off the steering wheel to grasp it firmly as it rested on my leg. The others could see this from the back. Renate finally figured it was up to Sonia to worry about it, not her, and Rick didn't care whose hand I held so long as Renate was only interested in his. Apart from a brief sightseeing side trip, our next stop saw us pause long enough for brunch. Service station food is sometimes a bit dodgy but we knew this site from previous visits and fortunately the standard hadn't changed. With toilet breaks all round, getting the tank and jerry cans filled and making a call to Dad to let him know we had got this far safely it was quite a while before we played musical chairs again and got under way. This time Cilla and Sonia were the only ones to change and it was her turn to periodically take my hand. I couldn't give her hand as much attention unfortunately, needing both hands on the wheel under the more difficult conditions in the mountains. As Cilla chattered unconcernedly along Renate quit worrying altogether; it only made her brain hurt. When we finally got to the national park I pulled into the car park at the ranger's station and collected a packet of documents from the glove box before leading the way inside. We were greeted by the ranger and asked our business. I gave my name and the booking number and he checked his records. I recognised him from a couple of previous trips and he apparently recognised Rick and I. "Back again then. Now I know you're both familiar with the layout of the park and the safety and other rules but I don't see your parents with you and you've only booked for five. I'm afraid you need to have a "responsible adult" with you before I can accept the booking; so, do we have anyone with an ID showing they're 18 or over. I hadn't considered that; the issue had never come up before; but fortunately luck (or rather Cilla) was on our side. She rummaged through her wallet and produced and ID card with her photo and date of birth. The ranger checked it and said "Okay that will be $66 please. I got the money out and filled in the form advising next of kin details, etc. "Now where are you planning on staying this time?" He took the money and made out a receipt as I opened my map of the park area. I had circled a location we had found some months earlier. It needed a 4WD to get from the nearest track as we had to traverse a dry, sandy river bed before travelling through a fairly flat and lightly wooded area ending up by a secluded spring. The ranger noted the location and put a pin on his wall map. It was fairly bare - we weren't likely to run into anyone else. He accompanied us outside. "Please let me know if you have to set up elsewhere, It may save time or lives and definitely a trip out to the wrong spot." He noted we had a CB radio in the car and double checked we had arrived with adequate fuel and water. "Okay then, have a nice time." He handed over a sheet of instructions. He may have known we knew the rules but everyone got a copy so there was no excuse. Cilla, our responsible adult, asked to see it and she and Renate perused it in the car as I checked in at home again (with Mum this time) then drove us to the campsite. Rick was checking for the turn off with me and together we managed to miss it completely the first time even with the map; it was a little easier to spot from the opposite direction. The spring came out of the side of the escarpment, forming a long pool with a shallow beach. The water was safe and it was important that we kept it that way so we set up camp a fair way down stream and back from the water. The tents were designed to be quickly erected by one person (so long as it wasn't blowing a gale) and Rick and I soon had them up, directing the three girls to lay out the guy ropes and instructing them, where necessary, on how to peg them in. The larger tent could sleep four if it had to, though I didn't want either Rick or Renate in there, and had a separate annex as a daytime living area. The smaller slept 2 or 3 depending on how much gear you had to fit in there with you and how close you felt to your tent-mates. Sonia had privately sounded Renate out at one of our stops and was pleased that Renate looked favourably on our proposed sleeping arrangements. In fact it was she who noticed the sleeping bags could be fully unzipped and joined together to form a double bag. Sonia, Cilla and I were not so lucky; three sleeping bags don't zip together and two were not quite big enough. The weather was warm so we didn't think it likely we would need them so we spread them instead as a thick mattress and simply lay the sheets I had included over the top. We unloaded the back of the ute and I took a rake and a collapsible spade and walked into a bushy area away from the water. I selected a site and carefully raked the debris away for a few meters in each direction before digging a hole about a metre down through the sandy soil. The girls came over to see what I was doing but it became obvious when Rick brought over a folding chair with a hole in the seat and with a roll of paper mounted on a rod secured to the side of the chair. I added a trowel to the pile of dirt next to the chair. "Why did you rake up first?" asked Sonia. "I just wanted to make sure there were no snakes that might get annoyed if you trod on them." "Snakes!" exclaimed Renate. "Nobody said anything about snakes." She looked all around her expecting to see herself surrounded. "Snakes aren't a problem. If they know you're coming they will usually stay out of your way. The main problem is when it thinks it is safely hidden and you accidentally step on it. So - no more hiding places." Renate looked doubtful but didn't say any more. To her camping had meant a caravan or trailer park in some idyllic resort setting or country town. We had instead "gone bush". Rick and I were used to setting up camp. As the oldest children at home it had been our job while Dad erected the tents and Mum managed the younger two kids. Rick had selected a suitable tree and thrown one of several ropes I had included over a sturdy branch. I brought out a black plastic container and gave it to him while I handed out a couple of buckets and beckoned Sonia and Cilla to follow me. I thought Rick might like a chance alone with Renate for the first time that day. We walked along the stream leading from the spring until I found a suitable spot to fill the buckets. The water ran clear with the sound of frogs in the reeds and signs of spawn and tadpoles around the quieter spots. "Plenty of food for the snakes!" I thought to myself. "Now is probably not a good time to say anything though." I could see us packed up before we had time to settle in. We took the water back to camp and I filled the black container before Rick and I hoisted it up just above head height. The shower rose underneath was now visible. "Won't that be cold?" "No, the black plastic heats the water if you leave it in the sun for a couple of hours. Sometimes you have to add more cold before you can use it." "What about in the mornings?" "We normally either have a cold wash or just heat some water on the gas stove and have a wash. With such beautiful young ladies around I think Rick and I will probably need cold showers." Renate looked around the camp and at the location of the shower. "Bit it's in the open. Have you got a screen?" Rick and I looked at each other. A shower screen? Our family didn't have a nudity taboo that many others seem to inflict on themselves so when we were camping people just wore a towel to the shower and back if they needed any cover; most of us wore it over a shoulder. We tended to ignore anyone who was showering - we had seen it all before. "Rick and I can always hold some towels up while you are showering", I suggested maliciously. "That kind of defeats the purpose don't you think?" She decided to leave it for now. It may be dark when she wanted a shower after all. The camp was all set up and everyone was amenable to the idea of a little expedition to check out the area. "Is our stuff save?" asked Cilla. "As safe as at home - people will take it if they really want to in either place but the sorts that do don't normally turn up here and we're pretty isolated from what passing traffic there is." I grabbed a small backpack with some water and track munchies and we walked off. Rick led, holding Renate's hand as she surveyed the path ahead for slippery serpents. I whispered to Cilla and Sonia, "I think the biggest problem with snakes she is likely to have is Rick's one- eyed trouser snake." "So long as she doesn't try to kill it" laughed Cilla. "Or step on it accidentally" added Sonia. "At least it doesn't bite although it could cause her to swell up." Laughing quietly together we followed them to the pool. Our campsite would have made a good redoubt. The sheer cliff was a little crumbly towards the top making it difficult to climb, though to get up there from any direction than below was even worse. The surface was covered in thick scrub frequently broken by deep crevasses and the "easy" way in required you traverse several kilometres of that terrain. The cliff roughly encircled our quiet spot and it was possible to look out over the raised position of our campsite to see any trail of dust along the nearest track well before anyone had a chance to turn off, if they could actually select the right place to leave the track. We had found the spring a couple of years earlier when searching for the rocky waterfalls (more rapids really except there wasn't enough water flowing for that) that were to be found further downstream. We had missed that turn off and our 4WD had climbed a rough track to bring us out above the falls rather than below them. We found we could continue further and eventually came to this peaceful spot. If you took the now more obvious track (it had since been signposted) you ended up at the waterfall; if you took the track on the other side of "ours" you missed the climb and ended up further along the cliffs. You had to consciously go exploring to find this place and in the still air we would hear the vehicles of anyone who tried. We reached the pool and the three girls gave voice to their pleasure at the surroundings. The continual seepage of water out over the impermeable layer of rock had formed a wet sheen over the lower part of the cliffs. Rainfall in the mountainous area behind us passed through the ground, trapped above this layer, until it reached this area and the fault which allowed it to escape from the side of a cliff. A backlog of water travelling down from the mountains meant the spring flowed all year round regardless of local rains. Rick clambered over a couple of boulders to reach a sandy "beach". He dipped his hand into the water. "It's lovely. Who's for a swim?" The day had warmed up and our trek only made the idea sound even better. "I will", I seconded the motion. "What about crocagators?" asked Renate. Rick and I looked at each other once again. I let him do the honours this time. "It's a small FRESH water pool miles from any other water holes or rivers; It's not even the right type of forest to get leeches." "Alright then. Who's coming back with me?" "Why are you going back", asked her 'best friend' Sonia. "To change into my bathers." "Bathers?" Rick and I chorused together. Acting the fools we looked at each other and high fived our palms as we started shucking our clothes. "SKINNY DIPPING!" we yelled as we dashed naked across the sand and into the water. The girls stood there bemused. Cilla looked as Sonia, "Whatever." She started stripping and Sonia soon copied her. Renate stood there until the others were down to their underwear. Oh Well! She didn't REALLY mind after all. And so her mother's admonition to "be a good girl" lasted less than an hour after our arrival. Rick and I had swum in until the water was waist deep and squatted down while the others were busy getting changed. Cilla and Sonia, now naked, held hands and ran towards us. Being comfortable with nudity is not the same as being blind to the beauty of the human form, especially that of the teenaged female portion of humanity. Rick, seeing my girlfriends naked for the first time was properly impressed; well probably "improperly". I was diverted from Renate's "striptease" on the beach by a closer movement and my eyes were drawn to Cilla's breasts bouncing as they ran. The impertinent Rick was paying attention too. "Kadung, kadung, kadung!" "Be respectful Junior", I somewhat hypocritically cautioned, having had similar thoughts myself. He turned then to look closer at his classmate Sonia. I have described her as elfin but she was definitely a woodlands nymph now. "Wow! I've been sitting near THAT all year! What a waste of time." "You waste your own time." I was getting possessive. I couldn't fault him though. It was a pleasure to watch the two young ladies in the few seconds it took for them to reach us. Sonia was lithe, her breasts small and firm with fine, almost masculine, nipples. Her waist narrowed slightly widening again at her hips where the black triangle of fine hair directed one's eyes to the just visible silhouette of her young cunt lips. Cilla was taller and more curvaceous. Her dark red hair, below shoulder length, contrasted with Sonia's black bob. It currently hung loose around her shoulders and partly concealed her fuller tits. I couldn't see Cilla's nipples clearly, they were bouncing around with her tits after all, but knew they stood out like small raspberries when aroused. Her belly wasn't washboard flat like Sonia's; somewhat more feminine though nowhere near Rubenesque. Her hips were wide and sexy; her pubes a mass of orange-red curls that hid her sex and the sweet joy I had found there. They were upon us now and gasping as the cool water splashed over those delightful hairy triangles. Rick was obviously staring. Since we were kneeling, their pussies were at eye-level and his head moved back and forth since he couldn't decide which young woman to look at. I gave him a nudge, "You're missing the rest of the show." He followed my gaze to the shore. Though I had previously seen her clad only in a bikini, it was amazing the difference the absence of a few square centimetres of fabric could make. Now there is no way I would swap either of my beauties but the vision on the sandy beach was well worth looking at. I can't admit she was more impressive than either of my loves (I don't want to live THAT dangerously) and I'm not envious of Rick's good fortune in having someone with Renate's looks (I'm not going to say anything about her personality - he has to live with that) favouring him with her attentions but ... well, I suppose it's like this - you can look at someone's racy sports car and wonder what it's like to drive without actually trying to get behind the wheel or wanting to trade in your family sedan. Noticing our attention had been diverted, Sonia and Cilla turned to watch the show going on behind them. Renate's hips swayed as she strode over the sand as though along a catwalk, the narrow triangles normally covered by her bikini obvious - a bright white against her dark tan. We found out later that her mother had in fact sent her to a deportment and modelling school when she was much younger but Renate wasn't interested in modelling as a career - the very best or merely lucky get the status, glamour and money and all the rest have to compete for the pickings; she wanted a career where her brains would outlast her beauty. Her pubes had been trimmed to a narrow vertical bar, rendering her lips a sexy camel toe which was occasionally visible as she walked and her ribs were delicately visible below her ample swaying tits which stood out as white triangles against her otherwise darkly tanned skin. She flicked her shoulder length hair back from her face as she entered the water. She smiled at Rick; the rest of us were currently not important. She was sinking her harpoon deeper into his heart with every step. It wasn't the scenario she had expected but she didn't intend to let the opportunity pass. Once she had decided he was the one for her she planned her seduction of him and was now ready to carry it out. "Oy! Buster!" Sonia moved over to block my view with her back and admonished me, "You've got other things to attend to." I grabbed her hips and pulled her back into my lap with a splash that drowned me and broke, temporarily, Renate's mesmerising effect on my brother. "I thought you said the water was lovely?" Sonia accused the sodden Rick. "It's bloody freezing!" "It's alright when you get used to it", I replied on his behalf, "You're just hot - wait and see." I did notice the effect of the cold water on her chest however. A little spire now stood out from the centre of each small breast. Her hand fumbled around underwater and came to rest on an erect penis. (Hey. I'm only seventeen - it happens all the time, even in a cool pool.) "I hope this isn't due to who I think it is" she whispered in my ear. "Never, Love. It was you and Cilla, honest!" "I don't know that I believe you." I wasn't all that sure myself. "We'll just have to keep an eye on you." She pulled Cilla down and put her hand between my legs as well. "You better keep an eye on us as well! UNDERSTAND?" The smile accompanying her instruction showed she wasn't serious. I assured them that I wouldn't dream of looking elsewhere before turning my head to watch Renate kneel down next to Rick. "Not even five bloody seconds!" said Cilla. She pushed my shoulders and I overbalanced. Sonia's weight shifted and I was suddenly held underwater. I hadn't managed to get a breath and Cilla let up as soon as I went under but my problem was Sonia as she sprawled on my stomach trying to keep her own head out of the water. Having Sonia pin me on my back while were both naked would normally feature high on my list of fantasy desires. Adding 40 cm of water over my face and feeling trapped however wasn't part of the deal. I had nothing to push off from since I couldn't get any purchase behind me and the added resistance of the water meant I couldn't shift Sonia's slight weight. I finally managed to turn sideways enough to get my knee under me and lifted Sonia, now on my back, up through the water. I could now push with my arms and she was riding me backwards. I don't think this was one of the positions in the sex guide I had loaned her (and was still to get back but it was in good hands). I pushed forward with my legs and broached the surface as Sonia disappeared under the waves to sit back on the bottom. We both came up gasping for air, much to the amusement of the others. Sonia had simply been under, up for a breath and under again but I was gasping a little harder. I hadn't been under long enough for there to be any real danger and if I had just waited a bit longer for Sonia to get up I probably would have been no worse off but logic doesn't play a big part when your lungs start telling you they want air NOW!. Back in the air, my heart still thumping, I was no longer worried but ... revenge! Now I am by no means vindictive; I certainly wouldn't intentionally put anyone through the same turmoil. So Cilla merely found herself in my arms, her bare breasts crushed against my chest and her lips against mine. And then we just toppled sideways. I did release her as soon as our shoulders touched the bottom and then helped her up straight away. To my surprise, her response was to grab ME, press her mouth against mine and repeat the exercise. Oh well, vengeance is over-rated. Sonia simply looked at her and said, "Greedy!" The five of us messed around, a little more sedately, for a while and then lay back in the shallows. Rick had knelt slightly sideways and Renate was laying back with her head on his leg. This was perfect for him as he was looking directly down her well-formed teenage body while his tackle, now shrunken a little in the cool water, was discretely out of sight behind her back. With three gorgeous young women present he didn't want the conversation turning to anything that just popped up. I had likewise been turned into a pillow for my twin teases. They had made me lie a little shallower so I was in no danger of drowning. Sonia then lay with her head on my chest; Cilla beside her with her head where my leg met my hip. I was able to rest one arm on Sonia's stomach and used the other to slightly raise my head. This was necessary as my line of sight was then directly, I suspect with some connivance one her part, aligned with a path between Renate's spread ankle and knees. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, as I lay there I had to suffer a view so horrendous it cannot be described - at least if I want to avoid a terrible death at the hands of my loved ones. The slight waves caused by our movements caused the water to lap up and down over her bare genitals. Her pubic hair was trimmed to match an ultra-narrow bikini or g-string; the hair covering the rest of her pussy also being removed to leave her lips clearly visible. As she sat there talking with the others I was treated to the sight of her redder inner lips protruding slightly through her thicker, almost puffy, outer lips. A wave would travel up between her legs, past her knees and over her pubes only to ebb back exposing her box again. Like an old river, the thin red lips meandered through the narrow canyon left between the bare brown levee banks. Sonia gave Cilla a gentle nudge and pointed in Renate's direction. "Is that the sort of trim you were talking about?" Cilla raised herself, noticing my erection as she turned for a closer look at Renate's snatch. Rick left off looking at the drops running down Cilla's tits to look at the black bar visible over his girlfriend's stomach. "It's nice but a bit barer than I was suggesting." What was this? My girlfriends had been discussing a minge trim? I knew they had spent a fair bit of time together when I wasn't around. I wasn't jealous but certainly envied them the opportunities they had had. Still I was curious as to what had led to their discussion and their possible plans. Now I like fur. I don't think it's necessary to scrape your armpits and I'd rather touch a downy surface than a scratchy one if I rub my hand over a girl's leg. But I also think it's a personal choice - the person has to live with their own impressions of their bodies; I just don't want them to go to all that trouble if it's me they're trying to please. I certainly want to feel like I'm with a woman, not a child, and to me fur on a pussy says "woman". I will concede however that a bare pussy can also be very alluring. (My hard-on as I looked at Renate testified to that.) Sonia's slight body may look a little like a child's (although her breasts are just big enough to spoil the effect) but that little black triangle changes that for me in one swift glance. (Cilla could never be mistaken for a child and, bare as her pussy is, there is nothing else childlike about Renate.) Cilla continued, "You might need a little clean up at the edges but it's up to you if you want something similar." She got mischievous, "What about you Glyn? What do you think?" I played the innocent, "About what?" "About Renate's hair-do." I deliberately looked at her head. "It's quite nice how it just covers her shoulders." Sonia thumped my arm. "A little lower down, stupid." With the others watching me I dropped my eyes to look at what was already burned on the back of my eyeballs. "Oh! Well. Very pretty, I suppose. I hadn't really noticed." "Is that so?", said Cilla. She took a firm grip on my firmer prick, her hand out of view behind her back. She squeezed. "Are you sure you're telling quite the truth?" "Ahhrgh" It was a li-i-i-i-tle painful. "Ah well I may have noticed before. As I said, it is very pretty." The pressure relaxed a little. "I like the effect but I have to say I do prefer the full triangle appearance; I believe I saw something like that before you or Sonia sat down." The pressure returned for a short time. She knew very well just how often I had seen their minge fringes. My innocent act probably didn't even work on Renate and Rick who were grinning at me. Sonia had her fingers entwined in mine and Cilla lay back down, on her side this time facing her girlfriend. She put her hand on Sonia's arm in the water and closed her eyes. We were in partial shade and the cool water gave us more than a little relief from the heat of the day. Sonia and Renate chatted with Rick while I stated up into the trees. I had been up early and had driven for several hours, so I was a little sleepy too. I didn't notice when Sonia sat up and the trio kept their voices to whispers as they left the water and went back to our clothes. We were in no danger; while you can drown in just enough water to cover your nose and mouth (not a lot if you are face down), neither of us had been drinking and a face- full of water would have had us wide awake. By letting me sleep they were being thoughtful to the person who had gotten them here but that didn't stop them taking all but our sandals with them as they returned to camp. We hadn't brought towels with us down to the spring and all three just slipped their shorts on without underwear. It was only a short walk back and the shorts would dry quicker alone. T-shirts would have as well but Rick wasn't about to suggest that. If he wasn't such a gentleman he was sure no-one at school would have believed his story of walking through a park with two of his classmates - topless! - let alone any possible story of skinny dipping. They went to their tents when they got there and Renate got Rick to dry her hair (slapping his hands from time to time as they strayed to her bare white breasts) while Sonia disappeared into the bushes. Someone had to christen the "long drop" after all. A small trowel had been left in the pile of dirt next to the hole to cover it over as a curtesy to those who followed. When it got full we would simply move it a little further over and repeat the process but we didn't expect to do that too often. Meanwhile back in the pool, I have to confess to snoring. I was laying on my back and totally out of it so I didn't even know but poor Cilla found her head being shaken as my belly vibrated to the gentle woodlands tune - oh well maybe to the sound of a woodpecker, or perhaps a jack hammer. She woke up and found we had been left there. The clothes were gone so she surmised the others had gone back to camp. Well then! Apart from the short time that morning while Sonia was showering, Cilla and I had not really had the opportunity to be alone together. Sonia and I had spent some time together at school and Cilla had visited Sonia on a number of occasions but even when I had gone to Cilla's house without Sonia her brothers and sisters always seemed to be around. No, the only real together time we had shared seemed to be the few seconds when I saw her back to her house after we had said goodnight to Sonia. There was nothing wrong with our three-way get togethers but we're all a little selfish and Cilla wouldn't be human if she didn't crave a little "personal time" with me. Taking the opportunity of my prone position, she reached down with one hand to hold my prick and fondle my balls as she leaned across my chest and took my nipple in her mouth. You might think that this would have woken me but I was tired. I had gotten just over four hours sleep last night (well this morning) and had now been up for almost ten hours. I was relaxed and my mind ignored what my body did not. Cilla started softly stroking as I hardened in her hand; her tongue tracing circles around, and playing with the little points on my chest. When I was fully erect she stopped and moved over slightly, taking my proud erection in her mouth. I say proud only in the sense it was displayed for all to see until it disappeared (in part at least) into my lover's mouth; I was out of it and couldn't have been proud or ashamed of anything. Is it rape if you're molested when you are not in a position to say yes or no? What about if you don't mind that it happened. Whatever! Cilla played around licking and sucking and fondling my balls. She took me deep to the back of her throat until she felt herself start to gag then backed off, just holding me with her hand with only the light caress of her tongue as stimulation. She ran her mouth along the underside as the warm wind evaporated the moisture on the exposed head of my cock, cooling it. She pressed her teeth gently into my flesh and carefully nipped at the normally loose skin of my ball sack, shaking her head back and forth as she held on. Finally she took me back into the cavern of her mouth and began to fuck me with her face. She held my hips to steady herself as she leaned over me and drove her mouth down around me only to draw her head back and repeat that slippery descent with a rhythm that rapidly increased in tempo. The feel of a mouth on your prick is different than the feel of a cunt surrounding it. I can't say that one or the other is "better". Position can be important for either. For instance, if a man and woman are facing one another head to toe, an erect prick which would normally be pointing up towards the man's chin is now positioned at a nice angle with respect to the woman's throat. Similarly different sexual positions can affect depth and angle which can result in lesser or greater friction and more or less contact with clits and g-spots and other interesting bits. A woman, like Cilla, who has a good muscular control in her vagina can make a man come without either moving any other part of their bodies (or so I've been told - Cilla is good but inconsistent and we haven't managed anything like that in our few encounters but I live in hope.) On the other hand, a woman with a tight pussy like Sonia, can give an all round pressure that travels up and down your cock as it passes through the narrow entrance, with an intense liquid friction over the whole of your cock head as it makes contact with every millimetre of the inside surface of her dark love tunnel. And considering things further, and more relevant to the present, a woman who knows how to use her tongue and how to vary the pressure being applied can make oral sex unbelievable. So I can't decide - I want both. In this case Cilla had decided to make her mouth the receptacle for my semen. She had done this before on a couple of occasions as well as tasting the spillage when I had been jerked off and the left overs dripping from Sonia's cunt when I had fucked (or been fucked) by her. She knew Sonia didn't enjoy the taste of my cum and couldn't understand why. She thought it might have been related to the other things she liked to eat and Sonia didn't. Still she was going to try to give me the best head job ever. I might have appreciated it more if I was conscious however my body certainly knew what was going on. As I reached a climactic finish the wet dream I was having featured Cilla doing much as she was in reality while Sonia was there eating her pussy. Rick and Renate were there as well encouraging us and Renate kept flashing me. I awoke with a start as the first impulse passed through my groin and I found Cilla poised over my twitching cock as the spasm caused a jet of semen to burst forth and land at the back of her mouth. She had been expecting it to happen and had made a conscious decision to try to swallow the cum as it was ejected. She was successful with the first spurt but the second came before she had finished swallowing. There was a little leakage at one corner of her mouth as she continued to move her head up and down. Cilla wasn't sure about the taste today. It had been alright when she tried it before but the "Book" (the sex guides Sonia had borrowed) said that different foods with strong flavours, like asparagus, could change the taste and she wondered what I had been eating. She caught up with the flow and I was now able to raise my head slightly to watch my woman (well the older one) give me one of life's nicest treats as she swallowed the sexual emissions resulting from her efforts. When it happens you don't knock it or question your luck. Ignore the tales of nympho women who are cum slaves. It doesn't happen in real life. If your lady likes it or likes you enough to overcome her distaste, cherish her. If she loves you enough to suck your cock but can't take the taste when you come, still cherish her - she's doing all she can for you (and can you say the same?). Regardless, respect her before, during and after and see you respect her needs too. I put my hand gently on the back of her head. I wasn't trying to force her head down. She didn't need any encouragement, she had proven that, and I was simply basking in the feeling and letting her know I appreciated the attention she was giving me. I loved her and I loved what she was doing. The flow stopped and Cilla sat up and looked into my now aware eyes. I smiled as she licked her lips. She looked down and splashed some water across my groin then rubbed a little and washed me again. Then she straddled me and leaned her tits against my chest. I took her head in my hands and kissed her. Her tongue sought mine and I tasted my seed in her mouth. If it came through such a wonderful procedure I could live with the taste. I pressed my tongue against hers, sucking to draw more of it into my mouth. I had just changed tactics to push my tongue into her mouth when all of a sudden I realised where we were. Knowing how the girls liked exhibitionist behaviour I had to wonder, "Had we just put a show on for the others?" I pushed my darling's head back and turned to look from side to side. "They had gone when I woke up", she said divining my concerns. So I kissed her again. It didn't matter; if they had seen it, it was done. "Would you like to sit on my face?" I asked. "The answer to that is always 'Yes' but not always 'Now'. If you can get it up again I'd rather have you inside me." I thought given a few minutes longer and a little more interaction and I would be more than able to meet her needs (unless the others came back in the meantime and, who knows, maybe even then.) I got her to move up slightly so she could dangle her breasts in my face. I grabbed a tit in each hand, which probably sounds a lot more violent than it really was, and gently kneaded them. I brushed my thumbs over the nipples as my fingers caressed the sides. Each full tit dangled against a cheek and I turned my head to each in turn planting a kiss o one nipple and then the other. I kept my head over one side concentrating on sucking the nipple into my mouth and then gently pressing my teeth into the tissue buried behind it. I suckled. There must be some memory back to infancy because laying there with her tit like that was pleasantly satisfying to us both. Unfortunately relaxation was not an outcome I was supposed to achieve. Cilla sat back and put her hands on my chest and started playing with my nipples instead. Any bloke who denies getting pleasure from this is lying to you or himself, is insecure in his masculinity or is terribly unfortunate. Men and women have the same wiring diagram - it's the accessories (and sometimes the optional extras) that make things interesting! Regardless, I am prepared to say it did feel very nice and it was working out as she intended. I reached up to hold her tits again as she put her hand behind her and started stroking my straightening cock. As it firmed up she scooted backwards and began rubbing her pussy along it, the slimy friction improving the sensations even more. Cilla could feel my now hard penis pushing against her vulva. As it rubbed against her clit with each thrust of her hips she wanted it deep inside her. She moved further forward so the head was against the entrance and tilted a little so our organs lined up. With a push against me she was successful and felt her cunt being spread as her warm pit descended over my prick. I loved fucking with Cilla. Okay, I loved fucking with Sonia and I suppose I could have simply left it as "I love fucking". Still it was Cilla I was with and I was able to devote my whole attention to her. With me trapped inside her, Cilla stopped to enjoy the feeling of fullness. She leaned down to kiss me which pushed my prick against the back of her warm wet cunt. "Try to last", she asked. "I want you in me for a long time." "I'll try", I promised. She sat up again and leaned back with her hands behind her, supporting herself on my legs as she let my prick rub against the front of her vagina. I reached forward with one hand and playfully ran my fingers through the patch of red curls suspended over my own brown thatch. I carefully slipped a finger between our bodies and let Cilla's movements bring her clit into a recurrent contact with my probing digit. The combined effect of internal and external stimulation helped bring her to the crest of orgasm. Cilla didn't feel the earth move. It wasn't some overwhelming rapture that left her drained. Instead it was a thrill, an accomplishment, a satisfaction. It was a place to build on, to work towards complete fulfilment. Cilla wanted more! She had fortunately taken the edge off my desire with her ball draining blow job. "Cock sucker" is often treated as a derogatory term; I think instead it merits a place of honour in terms of accolades which can be given and I would certainly award Cilla one of the biggest trophies bearing that title. Now however she demonstrated another skill. As she momentarily rested and lay back she moved her pelvis back and forth without moving the rest of her body. This gave me the stimulation of her cunt walls sliding gently back and forth over my cock head while at the same time pushing her protruding clit harder against my finger where it rested on my pubic bone. Frankenfurter's "Time Warp" now made more sense. Cilla felt her own "temperature" rising and wanted to cool it down for a while so she stopped her pelvic tilts. Instead she concentrated her efforts on another skill I had experienced briefly before. Cilla couldn't explain exactly what she did - how do you describe tightening your abdominal muscles, for instance? It was merely something you found out you could do and repeated the attempt until your brain clicked and then it became something you could perform at will. In this case she clamped down internally. The muscles in her vaginal wall tightened around my invasive prick. It was as though I was being held by a soft hot hand that gently squeezed. Then she started the next part of her repertoire. Imagine the fingers of that hand lifting and falling in turn (have you drummed your fingers on a desk?). The muscles started relaxing and contracting in a coordinated wave that ran from the base of my prick to the head. Her cunt was literally drawing my cock in deeper (at least that is how if felt). I imagined this was what it would feel like masturbating with a milking machine. (No I don't know what that's really like - that's why I said "imagine".) But mechanical sex couldn't come close to Cilla's amoristic abilities. Cilla felt the rippling effect but it added now additional stimulation for her over the fullness she felt when she clamped down. She did however notice the removal of my finger as I laid my arms back past my head and tried to thrust deeper into her cunt. "Hmm Glyn seems to like that", she thought. I would have thought it was bloody obvious I was enjoying everything she was doing. The crossed eyes and bitten bottom lip together with the clenched fists might have suggested that I was having to think of sweaty sneakers to avoid breaking my earlier promise. Cilla eased up and I was able to start breathing again. She leaned forward and we kissed then I moved my head beside hers and nibbled on her neck. Renate had only made a glancing slur about the bruise I had been given on my neck that morning. Nothing had yet been said about the similar one on my thigh. I nibbled and kissed Cilla's neck which she stretched and pressed against my face; knowing how her parents were likely to react, even though she was 18, I was careful not to inflict a hickey on her smooth skin. I reached up and ran my fingers through her long hair, holding her scalp as we kissed again. I had calmed down and started thrusting gently back into her. Her squashed orbs pressed against my chest and their warmth contrasted with the coolness of the puddle of water that had collected in the depression of my breastbone. I took advantage of her prone position to raise one leg. With my arms behind her I pushed her off balance as I rolled over to pin her under me without my prick escaping from her sloppy cunt. The water splashed away from us as I leaned down to passionately kiss my buxom lover. I took charge now and controlled my thrusts in and out of her delicious fuck hole. Cilla lifted her hips and thrust back in opposition. Our tempo's were mismatched at first and found us both moving in the same direction from time to time, reducing the sensation of prick gliding against cunt. We wordlessly worked it out and began getting the full effect of our fucking. I knelt and drew Cilla's legs up in my arms, her calves resting against my shoulders and pulled her tight against my groin. Her hips were now angled upwards and my prick was held down away from its natural position when erect - pointing skywards. This added to the friction on the front cunt wall and Cilla gasped as the contact with her G-spot (something I was not really aware of at the time) caused a rush to pass through her. "Help me here sweetheart", I asked. I took her hand and placed it over her pussy. She felt around my prick as it pistoned in and out and took some of the secretions to spread over the front of her slit. From where I knelt I could look down my lover's body; her breasts now laying flatter as gravity pulled them back, the nipples erect with passion (and perhaps the cool water) in their crinkled surroundings; her stomach taut as it too was drawn down; her hand obscuring her pubic curls and her fingers resembling another set of pistons as they rubbed around and over her protruding clit with ever increasing frequency. I could feel my balls preparing to dump their load and increased my efforts. "Squeeze me, love. Please grip tight inside." Cilla let up her rubbing to concentrate on my request. It became harder to move. My thrusts now rubbed the nerve endings on my prick with greater intensity and my orgasm was suddenly upon me. I kept thrusting, trying to get deeper until I had to just hold myself still, engulfed by Cilla's sopping cunt that still clenched me tight. She resumed rubbing her clit and I realised she was not yet satisfied. I drew back out, fighting the still clenching muscles until they suddenly assisted rather than inhibited my passage and I was summarily ejected from her previously welcoming vagina. I moved backwards and Cilla's legs lowered as I leaned into her pussy. I had come inside her without protection (she was on the pill) and wasn't really sure I wanted o eat her now but I was willing to give it a try. She had given me so much pleasure and I wanted to return what I could. My semen was seeping out with the remaining juices that had kept Cilla's hot twat well lubricated. This flow was travelling over the small area between cunt and ass and trickled past her puckered asshole to mix with the spring water we were laying in. I splashed some water over the area to wash it. I was mainly concentrating on her small erect clit. I put my mouth over her fingers where she continued to jill herself and ran my tongue between them. It lifted over the bump that resembled a small penis itself, about the width of my small finger and not quite half as long. Cilla shuddered a little at my contact and withdrew her hand, placing it instead on the wet hair on the back of my head. I wrapped my lips around her clit and started giving it a blow job of my own. As I licked from Cilla's hole and up around that little lump I thought I could detect a little spermy taste but Cilla's juices were washing my residue down her ass so there was really very little for me to taste. I ignored it as much as possible, though I am included to agree with Sonia's point of view of it being a necessary evil rather than Cilla's of an acceptable snack. Instead I seized her clit again with my teeth behind my lips, gently squeezing the sensitive organ and tickling its tip with my tongue. Repeatedly increasing and relaxing the suction, I made it bob in and back out. This must have been effective as Cilla violently pushed my forehead back with both palms and then clamped my head between her thighs as she shuddered again. When she let me, I laid my cheek on those beautiful red curls of hers and hugged her to me. She pulled gently on the side of my head and I moved up to lay beside her. "That was good, incredible even." Cilla hugged me and I used her breast as a soft cushion. "I'm glad you liked it. You know, you were pretty special yourself. Were you brought up by a guru or something? Your muscle control is unbelievable." "It's just something I found I could do one day. I'm glad it came in useful." "If you can teach it to others you could make a fortune." We lay there for a little while longer and then I finally bothered asking where the others were. "I don't know", said Cilla. "They were gone when I woke up." "Maybe Renate's crocagator got them?" "If it did it ate our clothes too." I looked up where our clothes had been; only two pairs of sandals remained. "A very selective appetite. Come on, we had better find them then." I led Cilla back in the deeper water and we washed off the signs of our recent activity. She ducked her head in the water to rinse the sand out and flung it in a wide arc. The water streamed from the long tresses and the sunlight caught the copper sheen. I held her in my arms and kissed her, her soft breasts again cushioned against my chest. Life was good. "Come on Love. If we don't go now you're likely to start things all over again." "We can't have that then. We're here for four days and I don't want you worn out on the first afternoon." We waded out to our sandals and "got dressed". It felt a little strange walking through the bush with no clothes on. We had gone a little way back to camp when I felt the effect of the drinks I had had throughout the day. I hadn't peed since 4 am and now my erection had subsided my bladder was expressing an urgency that couldn't be ignored. I could have made it back to camp but I would have been uncomfortable all the way. With adequate foliage around there didn't seem any reason to wait. "Can you excuse me for a second. If you keep walking I'll catch up." "What's up?" "I just need a pee. I'll only be a second." Cilla then stunned me. "Can I watch?" It turned out it wasn't sexual merely curiosity. Now I'll admit to being a little curious about what females do myself but I don't think I could ever bring myself to ask. I was a little embarrassed. Even when sharing a urinal it sometimes took me a little while to relax enough to go. I wasn't going to say "No"; I just wasn't sure I was able to say "Yes". I took her hand and stepped just off the clearing we had been using for a track. I had intended to go a bitt deeper for additional privacy but that seemed pointless now. I was simply trying to keep the pathway clean. And so I stood there with Cilla by my side holding the hand I wasn't using to point Percy away from my feet. And stood. And waited. And stood. Until my bladder finally over-rode my brain and the stream of piss finally splashed into the bushes. Cilla watched with interest. "I've had to help with my little brothers but that was years ago and their little things were nothing like your beauty." It wasn't something I was particularly comfortable with. There was no shame in it. It was just something that had been in the "personal" category. If you had to go in public you ignored the men lined up next to you. I wondered if it was easier for women - they always seem to make going to the "powder room" a social occasion. I shook the last drops off. "So that's what you do." "Why? What do girls do?" My curiosity got the better of me. "A dab of toilet paper is the usual way." I supposed it was a silly question. It's a bit hard to shake when you're sitting down. I turned to go but Cilla's hand in mine stopped me. "Sorry. I can't wait until we're back at camp either." I looked around. There was nothing suitable for her to sit on. Perhaps she could squat. I was really wishing I had waited. To my surprise (again!), Cilla merely shifted one foot sideways and spread her lips with her fingers. Her piss arced cleanly from between them accurately striking the wet leaves that had been my target. It was interesting to watch and mildly erotic. Seeing a woman stand to piss was an unusual experience. Being naked I suppose she had no worries about getting her clothes wet but it was something I had never even thought of before. One doesn't think of pissing with your partner as a relationship-building exercise but when you think about it, it's one more area of privacy broken down. I wouldn't be rushing out to repeat the exercise but now I knew I could go in front of Cilla if I had to. Sonia? Who knows - probably. I looked at her fingers when she finished. Dry! What a multi-talented young lady. We continued down the path and I slipped my arm around her bare waist. Her hand in turn rested on my hip and together we entered our campsite where the others were sitting around talking. They looked up as they noticed our approach. "Looks like your slipping", Renate commented to Sonia. "We'll see", was her only reply.