Lucy In The Sky

By Sue NH

As I write this, it is the beginning of a harsh winter here in New England. Already, snow covers the ground and vicious winds cut into my face as I go to the mail box to get the old-fashioned snail-mail. On the top of the pile is a letter with a return address that instantly ignites inner flames. I am transported back to summer, to a time that was warm, for more than one reason. I run back to the house, sit in front of my wood stove, and contemplate the envelope. Before even opening it, I want to enjoy the clear and palpable recollections of that day in August.

Lucy is a friend who I don't get to see very often. She's a tiny woman, maybe just five feet tall and 95 pounds, bright red hair, very pretty with unusually large breasts for her small frame. We were roommates and great buddies in college, but now she lives in New York City, and my business rarely takes me to her vicinity; in fact, I do my best to avoid going into the Big City. When we do get together, it is usually for only an hour or two over lunch. So it was, with both anticipation and trepidation, that I accepted when she invited me to spend a long weekend at her parents' camp in the Poconos. A lot of family would be there, and I wasn't sure if I would fit in. I wasn't even sure if Lucy and I would really hit it off like we did so many years ago. Having a lunch date is not the same as being together for several days!

I drove my cute little Miata down to pick her up, and then we headed west on I-80. It's amazing how quickly the urban, domesticated sprawl turns into the untamed forests and hills of northwestern New Jersey. As we tooted along with the top down and the wind mussing our hair, I asked Lucy what had led her to invite me on this trip, when we hadn't done anything like this before. She kind of danced around the question, talking about how we really should have done this years ago. But I could tell she was being evasive. So I pinned her down with a direct question: "Lucy, something is going on, isn't it? Are you trying to match me up with someone? Because if you are, I think you should let me in on the game plan. I don't like surprises."

OK, I admit that this isn't always true. In fact, I usually do like a surprise. It gives me a tingle. But I guess I was trying to keep some amount of blustery equanimity as we headed into her family's pressure-cooker (or so I pictured it). I didn't want the awkwardness of a blind date to be piled on top of everything else. I guess I was a bit fragile, so I wanted to forbid her from playing the matchmaker.

It's kind of in my nature to think that I have things like this figured out, so I was most surprised by Lucy's response to my somewhat confrontational remarks. "Oh Sue, that's not it at all. I can see how you might have thought that, and you're are right that there is something going on. But it is not about matching you up, it's about matching me up. There is going to be someone else there, and the idea of seeing him has me going crazy. I invited you to be with me so that you can help me through this thing. I was being selfish about it, and I should have told you what was happening."

It took me while to get Lucy to tell me all about this guy, but I think I can summarize it by telling you that Lucy has three siblings. The oldest is a brother, and he has a best friend named Chet. To hear Lucy tell it, he must be a clone of Robert Redford. She has had a gigantic secret crush on Chet since childhood, but instead, he had flings with both of Lucy's older sisters. Those relationships simmered down many years ago, and Chet has remained a close family friend, almost a second brother to all the girls. Because of the pseudo-familial role that he has, Lucy has never told anyone how much she desires Chet-it seemed almost incestuous to her. Plus, he has been married for many of the intervening years. Since the whole thing makes her nervous, she has tried to avoid being around him as much as possible. His family has their camp next to Lucy's family's place, and when she knew he would be in residence, Lucy would find an excuse to stay away.

He had been divorced for several years, and Lucy decided that she couldn't let this infatuation fester anymore. This was the weekend that she wanted to act on her long- suppressed passion. At the very least, she needed to tell him what had been going on for her. Who knew what would happen after that. My role was to be there for her to confide in, to support her and to egg her on if her determination flagged.

"Why me?" I asked, and she answered, "When we were in college, I could talk to you about these kinds of things, about crushes and desires and..... even sex. Since then, I really haven't had someone that I could open up to like that. I'm sure that you remember some of that. You know, it was the Sexual Revolution, and we were kind of wild and crazy."

"Oh yeah," I responded "gaawwdd, I'll bet anything that you remember that night when your date and mine switched beds in the middle of the night. They thought we never even knew the difference,... that they were surreptitiously getting to put another notch on their pistols by fucking an extra girl that night. They assumed we were just a couple of dumb bimbos. But we knew all along, and it was probably more fun for us than them. They were scared silly that they would get caught."

"Yea, my guy was so jittery he couldn't get it up Until I gave him a 20 minute blow job."

Well, the rest of our drive was full of reminiscences that were even more bawdy than that one. We hadn't been prim and proper ladies back then, and I had done my best to keep up that tradition in the 20 years since. It turns out that Lucy hadn't done the same. Her infatuation with Chet started to get in the way of her other relationships with men, and many of those courtships had ended quickly and badly. In a way, she had been saving herself for Chet, even though he had been "verboten" because of his marriage and his role in Lucy's family. There was a lot of importance riding on what was to happen this weekend. I could see why she was excited and terrified. It was no accident that our conversation had drifted inexorably into the theme of the wild sexual experiences of our youth. This lady was charged up with unrequited passion. Whatever happened this weekend, I knew it would lead to the unleashing of these pent-up emotions, and then Lucy could finally go on with her life. I was grateful that she had included me in her plans, such as they were. For in fact, she really didn't know what exactly she was going to do, just that she was going to do SOMETHING.

If you've read any of my other stories, you know that I can be easily aroused by the thought of uninhibited sex. And so our conversation in the car about the "Real-Life Sexual Adventures of Lucy and Sue-Coeds on a Mission," had me kind of fired up, and I could feel the sticky secretions moistening the crotch of my panties. But now I knew that there was to be no hunky blind date for me on this trip (I know, I know, before I was ragging on Lucy for being a matchmaker, and now I'm complaining that she hadn't gotten someone for me to play with.... there is no satisfying me, is there?).

My lustful mood was interrupted when we drove into the area surrounding the so-called "camp." Jeez, talk about an understatement. I had somehow pictured a little cabin on a lake, with bare-bones facilities, maybe even an outhouse, Coleman Stove and Aladdin Lamps. Since I figured we were roughing it, I had even packed my sleeping bag (which took up almost half the trunk of my Miata). Well, was I wrong. The road going into the place had big signs saying "members only," and then we had to go through a guarded gate, where Lucy showed a membership card. Eventually, a mile of narrow (but well-paved) road took us through a verdant golf course, and then up to the "lodge," as Lucy called it. It was really a magnificent white clapboard building which reminded me of a smaller version of the Grand Resort hotels that have all- but-disappeared in New England. In front of the hotel was a large square of perfect grass, where Lucy said they held bowling games. This was not the picture that leapt to mind when I thought of bowling, but Lucy insisted. As we drove past the Lodge, a series of clay-surfaced tennis courts were on our right, and the lake was on the left...., then a series of beautiful old homes that bordered the lake. None of these could have been less than 15 rooms, and they were impeccably maintained. I would have called them small mansions, but Lucy insisted that they were known to all as "camps." This was a protected enclave for the old-money rich, and while it all was tasteful and restrained, I could not help but visualize that even the branches of the trees were dripping with the uncountable wealth. When Lucy told me the names of some of the home-owners, I found that many of them were easily recognizable-governors, socialites, robber barons of the past and present. The kind of names that are etched in marble slabs on the sides of university buildings. Now I was intimidated about this weekend for another reason; the idea of meeting famous people scares the dickens out of me.....

Finally, we pulled into the driveway of Lucy's camp. Perhaps it wasn't the largest camp in the resort, but it was impressive and tastefully appointed, inside and out. I had my own room on the second floor, looking out over the lake. The view was incredible, with a range of rugged-looking peaks rising above the expanse of unbroken forest. A few hours from New York City, and it seemed as if we were ensconced in the outbacks of Montana or Alaska.

Shortly after we arrived, dinner was served..., and I mean that literally, as the family had brought along their cook and maid, who brought us our impeccably prepared meals at the broad dining room table. Within the formal atmosphere created by this setting, I became acquainted with all the family members-Lucy's parents, and her siblings, all of whom had brought along their "significant others" (none of them were currently married). After dinner, we all adjourned to the screened-in porch, where we feasted on the glorious sunset and made plans for the next day.

Apparently, it was customary to spend the morning partaking of the various athletic opportunities, and so, before I had a chance to think about it, I was assigned to compete in a little tennis tournament, playing doubles with Lucy. I'm not very good, but everyone said not to worry, and there was extra tennis clothes and a racquet that I could use. So much for free will. I was now a cog in the family vacation machine.

As we rocked in the comfortable chairs watching the last tendrils of orange and purple disappear from the clear sky, a newcomer was welcomed onto the porch. Even before I was introduced, I could tell that he was very much at home with the entire group, so it was no surprise to discover that this was the famous Chet. And although Lucy may have glamorized him a bit, he was much as advertised-tall, blond, handsome, articulate, and charming. Lucy started to get giggly, but I kicked her lightly and gave her a stern look, and she made an effort to be more of a grown-up. When Chet and Jock (that's Lucy's brother..., what a yuppy name..., in fact her sisters are named Amber and Ashley!) announced that they were planning to hike up to Pinnacle Rocks the next afternoon, I instantly sensed an opportunity, and chirped in that I'd love to go for a walk too, that's what I came to the wilderness to do. I gave a meaningful look toward Lucy, and she agreed to join the group. The boys muttered something about it not being a "walk," that it was a difficult climb, but I wasn't going to be put off. Eventually it was decided that Jock's girlfriend, Dawn, would come too. When the gathering broke up to head to bed, Lucy pulled me aside and let me now that she was not certain she was in good enough shape for the hike, but I took her meaning to be that she was nervous about being with Chet, so I wouldn't let her off the hook.

The next morning, we started in early with the tennis tournament. It was very warm, and within minutes, I was perspiring heavily. Since I really was not playing up to the standards of the rest of the competitors, I spent a lot of time chasing balls. After a while, I noticed that our match had attracted a large and growing audience..., certainly more than it deserved. During a changeover between games, I whispered to Lucy "How come there are so many people watching us play? Hardly any of the other matches have any spectators at all."

"You're amazing," she answered, "you really have no idea that you are the reason for our crowd! Did you notice that almost all of the people watching are men? Now look down at your chest."

When I did, I realized that my sweat had made the borrowed white tennis blouse almost transparent. And since I wasn't wearing a bra (I almost never do, and I hadn't even brought on with me on the trip), my breasts and the blunt pink shape of my nipples were publicly displayed. I'm sure that when I tried valiantly to chase down a point, I was getting a lot of bobbing and weaving. Lucy pointed out that displays like this were not typical of the straight-laced modus operandi of the resort. But for today, I was an exception to the rule that was being appreciated by the fans of my pathetic tennis game. A fleeting moment of embarrassment crossed my mind, but then I took a "what the hell" attitude about the whole thing, and spent the rest of the match flaunting my body. Occasionally I rubbed the strings of my racquet over one of my nipples, or leaned over to pick up a ball, waving my ass in the direction of an admirer. Interestingly enough, my tennis game improved markedly, perhaps because I saw the sport as having more than one level of challenge. I started to feel a familiar tingle of sexual excitement that came from the naughty thrill of exhibiting to these strangers. Lucy gave me a wink and said "you're really enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Oh yes," I responded, "I'm thinking about all the hard-ons that I've provoked, and the fantasies that are being spun by all these repressed male psyches." She slapped her racquet hard (and playfully) on my rear, getting a good laugh from our audience.

After the tennis, we showered, and I could only wish that there was enough time for me to fully relieve the heightened sexual tension that had grown inside me. As it was, I could only tease myself with a few rushed caresses through my slick labia, with my finger and then with the hard, rounded bar of soap. My clitoris was hard as a bone, and my lips were puffy, but I would have to wait until later to take the time I needed to satisfy my persistent hunger, for I could hear Lucy calling for me to hurry. So I put on some hiking attire, and the three girls packed a lunch, while the boys studied the maps, packed up blankets, cameras, and binoculars, and tried to rush us along. Traditional gender role stereotypes prevailed here. Eventually the five of us set off on a trail behind the lodge building.

Now it was midday, and even hotter than before. The trail was very rugged, showing little signs of regular use. Jock said that this was beyond the capacity of most of the guests at the resort, so we would certainly see no one else along the way. Lazing along the beach front was the customary activity for the afternoons. For us, it was grunting, panting, and sweating, with little breath left for talking. Eventually, I got my second wind, and achieved a sort of trance-like rhythm. Most of the time, I followed behind Jock, and the view of his butt cheeks and thighs clenching and jiggling were adding to my heightened sense of my libido.

Then, suddenly, Jock's foot slipped on a patch of greasy moss, and his ankle turned over. He fell to the side and then backwards, and I blocked his slide. His ankle was badly sprained. Chet suggested that he drag himself a few more yards up the trail, to a spot where a large stream crossed the path. There was a pool of beautiful water nestled amongst the boulders and trees, and Jock sat with his injured foot dangling in the cool water while Dawn rubbed his shoulders and fussed over what could be done. Chet and Jock concluded that an hour or two of cooling the ankle in the stream would help, so we left Jock and Dawn there with their share of the rations, while Lucy, Chet and I continued onwards and upwards. For the purposes that I had in mind for the afternoon, five was a crowd, but three was... well something else.

Lucy was now following Chet, and every once in while she would look back at me with a kind of glazed look. I guessed that her close-up observation of Chet's cute butt was having an effect on her libido. Now I noticed Lucy had copied my fashion statement from this morning; she had dressed without putting on her bra. Since her breasts are much larger than mine, they swung around freely as we scrabbled up the terrain, which was becoming more rocky. Eventually, we broke though the tree line and emerged onto the bald peak. It was fairly flat up there, and the stony surfaces were worn smooth by the centuries of harsh weather. The sun beat down through the windless air, and we were surrounded by the 360 degree panorama. The lake seemed so many miles away; I couldn't believe we had come so far. The surroundings seemed so isolated, so timeless, so secret... as if we could see the world, but the world had lost track of us. The feeling of freedom and enchantment filled my soul, and I without willing it, I found myself bounding around on the low outcroppings of rock, acting out some improvised pseudo- tribal dance. I began yelping and hollering, hearing the amplified echoes that reminded me of my enchanted night at Lake Powell (see Sue's 20th: "Kachina"). My hair flailed around my head, slapping against my neck in sweaty ropes.

I suddenly remembered that I had company up here, and when I glanced over at Chet and Lucy, they were looking at me strangely, like I was a Martian. I stopped my dancing and walked back over to them. We talked about it, and it turns out that when Chet went mountain climbing, he had a kind of personal tradition of sitting quietly looking out into space, kind of a transcendental meditation. I asked him if my dancing and celebrating interfered with his doing his own thing, and he admitted that he found my way of celebrating to be "interesting." I guess that this was a high compliment from a dyed-in-the-wool yuppy. Then Lucy said that it looked like more fun than sitting still, so I grabbed her hand, and pulled her into my dance, where we stretched our arms, and chased imaginary fairies, and generally lost all our inhibitions to the goddess of the sun. Chet finally joined us, tentatively at first, but eventually with more enthusiasm. An entrancing effect took over, and Chet and Lucy seemed to gravitate toward each other, driven by some primal force of nature. They started to circle each other, eyes locked on each other as their movements became more sensuous. Their attention was not on me, so I took advantage of the opportunity to strip off my wet clothes, flinging the garments and boots onto the rocks to dry. Normally, they might be shocked by my nudity, but they seemed not to notice! I continued my liquid dance for a while, then I stepped up behind Lucy and raised her hands straight up into the air. Leaving her arms like that, I reached down to the hem of her tee shirt and quickly pulled it up over her heaving breasts, and then all the way off. Chet was mesmerized, and Lucy offered neither encouragement nor resistance.

So I circled around behind Chet and stripped off his shirt, just as I had done for Lucy. Then I reached down to his pants and unbuckled his belt, then slid his loose shorts and boxers down to his ankles. He lifted his feet so that I could get them off completely. Looking at Lucy, I could see her eyes filled with primal fires, as she eagerly took in the view of Chet's naked body. Her hands came up to her breasts and started to knead the meaty flesh. So I again returned to her rear and pulled down her pants. Now they were both nude, except for their hiking boots. Although I had removed mine, it seemed like too much of an interruption to try to take off their footwear, for they were both transported deeply into erotic trances. I was enjoying being the facilitator, the servant of their long-repressed desires.

And the desire was so obvious. Chet's erection jutted out from his crotch like a mighty tree growing from a luxurious garden of blond pubic hair. His pink hairless balls swung freely between his spread thighs as he swayed sinuously. My hands slid up Lucy's slippery flanks, over her shoulders, and through her coppery hair, combing out the tangles so that her full mane hung down over her breasts, with her nipples poking out through the clumpy strands. Then my hands slipped under her armpits, so that they could cup under her heavy breasts, pushing them upwards and forwards in an offering to Chet. His hands reached out to accept the gifts, spreading his fingers over the heaving swells, then down to her chocolate colored nipples. His touch brought a surge of blood into the sensitive flesh, puffing the nipples up into hard rounded mounds that poked between his quivering knuckles. When Lucy's fingers intertwined with his, I pulled my hands away.

The support that I had provided to her breasts seemed to have been the last thing that held up her body, and she sagged back against me. My breasts pressed into her back. I gradually allowed both of our bodies to sink to the ground, where we settled onto a warm slab of smooth granite, cushioned by a thick blanket that Chet and Lucy had spread out when we first arrived at the peak. Lucy's ass nested into the wide vee of my thighs, and her back reclined against my breasts. My hot nipples bored holes through her matted red hair and into the sweat-cooled skin over her shoulder blades. My arms angled out behind me so that I could support both of us. Chet kneeled on the ground in front of us. I lifted my feet and brought them up and over Lucy's legs, hooking my heels over her thighs. Ever so gradually, I tugged outwards with my feet, pulling her legs apart. The core of her physical sexuality was unveiled for Chet, who was staring unabashedly into Lucy's crotch. My view was blocked, but I knew that he was seeing the tangled bush of dark red hair slowly split into two halves, with her puffy outer lips framing a vertical line. I could imagine that line becoming broader, then it too splitting, showing a stripe of brighter pink, glistening with her secretions. Those juices filled the air with the natural perfume of arousal. It was a spicy fragrance that acted to take their hypnotic trance even further into the state of total primal lust.

While Chet's stare was glued to Lucy's inviting cunt, I guessed that her own attention was similarly drawn to his crotch. I tilted my head to the side so that I could look over her shoulder, and I was able to examine his entire upper body as he continued to kneel in front of us. His tanned muscular torso glistened with perspiration, and featured his tiny pink nipples that contrasted so greatly with Lucy's full breasts and huge swollen nipples. His stomach was hard and rippled like the proverbial washboard, and he hadn't even a hint of the extra rolls of flesh that afflict many men and women in their forty's.

But my attention didn't remain too long on his upper body, for my focus was easily attracted by the twitching movement of Chet's cock. It projected out from his groin-hard, white, and smooth, as if it was sculpted from alabaster, curving upwards in a perfect arc that left the exposed glans pointing toward his face. The reflexive movements were erratic and frequent, actually energized by the deliciously erotic tableau laid out in front of him. Further evidence of his involuntary reaction to Lucy came in the form of the glassy droplets of pre-cum that bubbled from the dark slit at the tip of his purplish-pin cockhead. Some of that clear liqueur ran down the snaking shaft of his cock in shining streaks, but several times, his swollen flesh jerked so violently that a droplet of liquid was flung into the air. When one of those viscous globules landed on the bare sole of my left foot, I felt a kinky tickle as it drooled down across the sensitive sole and onto my heel. I lifted that foot high up and inwards, and with my forehead, I nudged Lucy's head forward. She knew what I wanted, for it was also her desire. She grasped my foot in her left hand and pulled it toward her face. Her tongue lapped up the salty, slimy pre-cum like a cat sipping a bowl of milk. The roughness of her tongue tickled even more. She moaned deeply, and then I saw her right hand reach up to my foot. I thought that perhaps I was letting my own presence distract her from her true obsession-Chet. But then I realized that her moan had come only partly from the sensation of tasting Chet's pre- cum; that sound was also triggered by her own fingers as they dug deep into her cunt, scooping out a dollop of her vaginal secretions. She painted the thin juices over my toes, and then presented her gift to Chet, who eagerly sucked them into his mouth one by one, cleaning Lucy's pungent potion from my ticklish toes.

As the two of them enjoyed their "sole food" appetizers, their eyes were locked on each other's. It was long past time for the overdue first kiss, so I reached out with both my feet, which were certainly no longer necessary to keep Lucy's thighs splayed wide apart. I hooked my toes around both sides of Chet's neck and pulled him toward Lucy. As he leaned forwards, his knees scooted up closer to Lucy's' crotch, and his hands touched the blanket on either side of my hips. Their lips attached as if drawn together by powerful magnets. They were so close to my own face that I couldn't really focus my eyes. But I could hear the smacking and slurping, and even the occasional harsh click of teeth colliding with teeth, as their tongues dueled in the wet confines of their eager mouths. Lucy had been waiting and fantasizing about this first kiss for most of her life, and judging by Chet's fervent enthusiasm, I had to surmise that the fantasies ran on a two-way street.

Of course, when Chet's head had come forwards to kiss Lucy, my feet couldn't maintain their position. After all, as unusual as my position was at that moment, I'm not a circus contortionist. So I had to let my heels slide down Chet's arms, and then I tucked them inside his elbows. My feet were unerring as they homed in on Chet's rigid cock, and I cradled it's heated length between my soles, making a perfect "weiner in a bun" arrangement. My toes slid around on his bulging, slippery cockhead, and my heels pressed in just above his testicles. At this point I could only see blurry hair and glistening shoulders against a background of azure blue skies and the blinding hot sun.

Lucy's hands came to rest on my ankles, and she used my feet like tools to caress Chet's cock for a few strokes. But I knew she wanted more direct contact, so I correctly anticipated it when she pushed my feet aside so that she could grip his hard-as-wood cock in her fingers. She pulled it away from his navel trying to aim it at her waiting cunt. But the stiffness of his erection resisted her attempts, and her hips were too low to ever line up with his groin. This required a bit of repositioning, so I lay back on the blanket completely, pulling Lucy back with me. Grabbing her waist, I pulled upwards, so that she slid on top of me, her ass cheeks right over my cunt. This only worked because she was so petite. Her head rested on the top of my breasts, and her hair draped to the ground on both sides of my neck. To make myself more comfortable, I pulled some clothes under my head to form a small pillow. Her legs fell over and outside of mine, and Chet repositioned himself with his knees inside of mine. Now he could lean forwards more, and Lucy was higher up. Within seconds of arranging this new geometry, Chet was rubbing his cock's swollen head up and down Lucy's cunt, pushing her matted red pubic hair and puffy labia aside. Each time he bumped over her hard clitoris, her entire body shuddered and she drew in her breath sharply. If I didn't know better, I might have assumed that she was in pain, but the fact that her thighs were splaying wider and wider with each of these twitches was proof that she was welcoming the attack on her hard nubbin of pleasure.

Lucy begged Chet to put his cock into her, and he did stop swabbing her cunt and positioned himself right at the entrance to her gaping vagina. I grasped her knees in my hands, pulling them even more outwards, so that her thighs were stretched wide open. Still Chet waited, and Lucy beseeched him again. I suppose he wanted to be gentle by controlling his mounting lust..., or perhaps it was also a macho thing about being in control. But I remembered well from our college days that Lucy was no fragile porcelain doll, despite her petite physique. She and her boyfriends had kept me awake many nights with their fast, furious, and noisy sexcapades. And now especially, with the long-building anticipation, I knew her vagina was well lubricated and ready.

So I lifted my feet from the ground and put them on Chet's hips. Pulling inward, he still resisted for a few seconds, and then I felt him begin to relent. I released his hips, lifted my feet as high as I could, and then slammed my heels down hard into his tightly muscled ass cheeks. The forceful blow spurred Chet forwards so that his cock thrust swiftly into Lucy's cunt. If she had not wanted this deep intrusion, she could have protected herself with her hands. But instead, her arms wrapped around his head and pulled him onto the top of the pile. Fortunately, he was considerate enough to keep his full weight from bearing down on Lucy and me. Sounds that are hard to describe emanated from deep in her lungs..., sort of a quivering exultant wail.

That first thrust was followed inevitably by more. Pretty soon, my discomfort was exacerbated by the rollicking fucking that bore down on my hips and back. With a mighty push, I made it clear that they should roll over to the side. This maneuver ended up with Lucy astride Chet, still connected together. Without missing a beat, Lucy started bobbing up and down, riding his cock with all the eagerness and enthusiasm that I remembered so well from college. In the intervening years, she may have become more reserved about sex, but I guess it's like learning to ride a bicycle. Chet grabbed her hips and attempted to meet her bounces with upthrusts of his own. For a while, he kept pace, but soon, he gave up and simply lay still and let Lucy impale herself again and again on his immobile phallus. Her large firm breasts were dancing around wildly on her chest until Chet brought his hands up to try to capture them. His fingers pinched in on the fat brown nipples, which brought even more pleasure to Lucy's overstimulated flesh. Her matted red hair fluttered around her neck and whipped over the back of Chet's hands. Sweat ran down her back in sparkling rivulets, imitating thousands of liquid effervescent diamonds trickling along the contrasting pale skin and small dark freckles.

Still she wanted more, so Lucy pulled one of Chet's hands from her bosom and pulled it to her crotch, with his palm upwards. Now the tips of his fingers could stimulate her clitoris as the protruding ridge of his cockhead raked along the soft tissues inside her vagina, stimulating her G spot. Lucy was possessing the object of her long-repressed desires, and she was possessed by her unfathomable lust. Later, there would be time for the two of them to enjoy more leisurely lovemaking. Now, they were rutting like the animals that we all are, when the inhibitions don't restrain us.

Only minutes after I had initiated their first fuck with my kick-start, they were both transported into a magical state of total, full-body, heart-stopping orgasm. Chet's facial muscles clenched tight and his eyes clamped shut. His hips became animated once more, while Lucy stopped at the tops of her stroke, allowing Chet to stab his cock as deeply as he could with his back arched and his ass off the blanket. I thought Lucy would be toppled if her knees left the ground. Lucy let her head tip back and her body shook and shivered. Seconds (or was it minutes!) ticked past as they froze in a state of total rapture. Rhythmic jolts rippled through Chet's body as he splattered his semen in jets against her cervix. Eventually, some of that thick milky liquid leaked out from where the root of his cock was clenched between her cunt lips, and it pooled in the tendrils of his blond pubic hair. When finally Chet's hips fell back to the blanket, his cock drew out from her cunt and then flopped wetly onto his stomach. Lucy lowered her open cunt down onto its softening length, gently swiping up and down, smearing their intermingled juices all around the heaving pink skin of his tummy. Then she fell forwards into his passionate embrace, and their spent bodies rolled to the side. Within seconds, Chet was fast asleep. Lucy turned to me with a dreamy look. When I asked how this measured up to her fantasies, she replied with a slurred tongue, "Oh shit, that was better that I could ever have imagined. I have never been so unrestrained, so totally inside the experience......, if was like some kind of mystical out-of-body thing. I was all feelings. Physical feelings, emotional feelings, maybe even spiritual feelings. No interference from the intellectual side of things, no thought of the past, the future, of what other people would think...., just the here and now. It was magic. Thanks you so much for helping us get this to happen, and for being here to witness it. I'm not sure that I would believe it really did happen if you weren't here to convince me it wasn't all a dream..

"But what about you, Sue,...... you must be horny as all hell now. I know I would be if I watched this wild stuff only inches from my face. Why don't you take care of yourself."

And then Lucy told me to sit on the smooth rock right in front of her, and to masturbate. And I did, right in front of her, within a couple of feet of Chet's unknowing head! I tried to take her inspiration and let the complete freedom of uninhibited lust take over my whole being. Even at the initial touch of my fingers to my dripping cunt, the first pangs of orgasm jolted through my nervous system like an electrical shock. Just a few light strums across the hard little prong of my clitoris brought me instantly to the full flowering of my climax. Lucy told me later that my cries of joy awakened Chet, and his eyes opened to the view of my body as I hunched down onto my palpating fingers.

That was certainly quite the first day at the "camp." And we all had three more days to spend together. Needless to say, those hours were spent figuring out excuses to absent ourselves from the hustle and bustle of the family schedules. While Lucy's parents must have considered me to be an ungracious guest, I know that Lucy and Chet found me to be the best of company. Perhaps I'll tell you about the rest of that weekend some other time.