I was hot and sweaty by the time I got back to the girls. The scenery was incredible all through the walk. I was pretty certain I had some decent shots, but then realised with a smile that I'd have to be careful where I got the film developed. The first couple of frames were of three somewhat-naked girls. In fact, given that, there was no reason I shouldn't take a few more, and I walked up quietly and snapped the three bare bums.

They were all lying on the grassy bank, on their stomachs. Did I mention they were gorgeous? But aside from that, there was an interesting contrast between Heather's pale skin and the deeper brown of the other two girls. I put the camera down from my eye and just watched for a while before walking over.

Heather saw me first, and warned the others: "Oh, oh. That ain't Doctor Livingstone, right?"

"Too young."

"Too short."

"Too late," Heather responded, and they all collapsed in laughter again.

Steph turned to me, lifting her chest from the grass without any concern. "Hey, stud, how about that sunblock? But first, we dropped a six-pack in the river to keep it cool. Now we're too hot to walk down there. Get us some beer, would you?"

Vick pushed her sister's shoulder. "He's not a slave, you know." I couldn't help but notice how her breasts were on display. I didn't mind being bullied under these circumstances.

"He isn't? Damn! Alright Paul, you can have one too."

"Thanks a lot."

The cool, wet beer cans were perfect weapons for revenge. I placed one on the spine of each girl, and they all jumped. Purely by chance, I saw Heather's breasts this time.

"Oops, sorry Heather."

"It's alright. I'm being silly anyway."

"Huh? How?"

"Well, those two are prancing around wiggling everything at you. No point me being shy."

"Hell, Heather, I can't keep up with them."

"Yeah, still..."

"You do whatever you feel comfortable with."

"No, you're a nice guy. Safe." With that she sat up and drank her beer, deliberately not hiding anything.

I stared. Carefully. I already knew her breasts were larger than those of her friends, but they were nice too. Pale, like the rest of her skin, with large dark nipples. I could see the ginger thatch between her legs as well. "Thanks for the trust, Heather."

"No prob. Drink your beer."

"Yeah." Steph raised her can in salute. "And stop staring."

I did my best. All three girls were sitting naked, drinking beer. What was I supposed to do?

Vicki spoke up eventually. "Hey Paul, aren't you a little... overdressed?"

"Yeah." Both the other girls turned to me. Steph got in first."Are you shy?"

Vicki giggled. "Or just hard again?"

I responded as best I could. "I'm not shy. I am hot. How about a swim?"

"In your shorts?"

"Not necessarily."

"I'm in."

"And me."

"Oh, God." That was Heather.

I looked at her. "No?"

"I will. I will. I just... These two seem to have been born with a nakedness gene."

"You're sure?"

"Yeah. Come on then."

"Last one in..."

Everyone jumped up from the grass and ran for the water. I had to stop to haul my shirt and shorts off. I'd given up on hiding my erection, but no one seemed to notice anyway. We ran into the river, yelling at the shock of the cold water. Soon we were used to it, and floating in the deep water, splashing each other. It was pretty innocent, despite the naked bodies. Great fun.

Eventually we all got a little chilly, and decided to return to the grass bank and warm ourselves up. The girls huddled together in one of their private conversations again first though, and then Vicki turned to me.

"I drew the short straw."

"Oh? What for?"

"The guided tour. Upstream."

"Oh? What's up there?"

"You. And me."

I looked at Steph. She was grinning again. "Don't ask questions. Remember?"

"I keep forgetting."

"I'll keep reminding."

"I believe you."

We hauled ourselves back out of the water. The nudity didn't seem to be a problem any more. The cold water had taken care of my erection, and I was somehow becoming accustomed to all the bare breasts. I did hang back to watch their three asses though. Steph caught me, and waggled her finger at me over her shoulder.

Heather and Steph lay back on the grass on their stomachs, and required Vicki and I to help them out with some sun-block before we left. I straddled Steph's little body and did as she asked, and it wasn't long before I had something to hide again. Watching Vicki rubbing Heather's back didn't help either. I said nothing, and didn't bother to pretend.

The two of them taken care of, Vicki and I stood and I looked at her. "What do I need?"

"I'm tempted to go like this, but perhaps put your shorts on? Maybe a shirt. That sun's hot."

"Okay." I'd picked up my clothes on the way back out of the river, and I started pulling them on.

Vicki was dressing too, in her skirt and teeshirt. She picked up her briefs from the ground, looked at me, and raised her eyebrows. I grinned and shook my head. She dropped them back to the grass, and wiggled her skirt down a little to at least try to cover her ass.

Steph looked up. "Hey Vicki, you going to go over The Stones?"

"Oh, could do."

"Because then Paul could take his camera."

"What if he falls?"

"Oh, that won't happen. Well, if it looks risky, you could just leave the bag on this side and then pick it up on the way back?"

"Yeah, works. Camera, Paul."

"Okay, sure."

"And by the way," Steph butted in. "I saw what you did."

"Huh?"

"When you went downstream."

"What did I do?"

"Took photos of gorgeous naked women."

"Guilty. You want me to destroy them?"

"Hell, no! Are you nuts? We want copies."

"Oh! Well, actually I was going to ask... Any idea how I can get them printed -- you know -- quietly?"

Heather put her hand up. "Yep. I can fix that. Tomorrow."

"Oh, really? Cool."

"Yeah." She looked at me. "You can take more...", and then blushed, "blatant ones, and I can still get them developed."

Vicki laughed. "Not of you though, right Heather?"

"Damn right."

"I thought so. Gee, not many options left."

Steph spoke without looking at us. "Get outa my sunshine, you two."

Vicki slapped her ass. I picked up my camera bag. We headed downstream. We'd only gone a few feet when Vicki stopped, and I bumped into her.

"Sorry."

"Nah, just... hmm... how many beers are there left?"

"Oh. Ah, two, I guess."

"Right, let's have them."

"But..."

"Oh, stop it. This way."

---

The walk up along the bank of the river was more than pleasant. Vicki wasn't the same level of chatterbox as her sister, but she was easier to keep up with. Nice. Also, the fact she'd left her knickers behind at my request wasn't lost on me.

We just walked and chattered a little.

We soon came to the place not exactly imaginatively called The Stones. It was actually a series of car-sized rocks more or less in a row across the river. The current rushed through the small gaps between the huge boulders before settling back to its placid state a little further downstream.

Vicki was unsure about how the rocks had got there. They looked like a natural formation to me, but what did I know? They looked pretty safe too, so I wasn't worried about taking the camera across. Apparently they were sometimes impassable in the winter, but had never washed away. Some years it was necessary to clear winter debris away from the upstream side, but not this time.

We started across, and then half way there we sat for a while on the hot stones, and drank some beer. I took my camera out and took a few pictures, both up and downstream.

Looking upstream a little, on the side of the river we were headed to, I could see a house. It was set back from the river, up a rise, and couldn't be seen from the ground on either side of the river. Only from up here.

I looked back downstream, then back up, and then at Vicki. She grinned, and spoke loudly, over the noise of the rushing water. "Figured it out, huh?"

"Is this the place? Really?"

"Yeah. It is."

"Oh, but I thought... you guys don't live around here."

"No, not now."

"Oh, Steph never mentioned that."

"No. She's a drama queen, remember? She likes suspense."

"Oh." I sat beside her on the big rock, when I could hear more easily, and took another swallow of beer. "So... Oh, wow, that's so cool. I must be stupid."

"Nah, she deliberately misled you wherever she could."

"Bitch."

"Yeah." We were both smiling. "And she made me stop you from asking questions today."

"I noticed."

"I hope so. Best job I've had in ages."

"Oh, good. So...why did you move away?"

"Well, there was a bit of a family fight. Grandad's family had some legal papers that said the farm belonged to them. In the end, once both our grandparents died, we packed up and left."

"Shit. But if that's the case, how come we are here now?"

"We like it here."

"Yeah, but if someone else owns..."

"Oh, no. That was sorted. We had already moved away though, and our mothers had both met some other men..."

"Not the same man?"

"God, no. Not again."

"Okay. So who does own the land?"

"Actually, Steve and I do."

"No."

"Yeah. Our mothers decided the whole thing was going to get complex, so they decided to sell it to us, in case something happened to them."

"It's yours?"

"Uh huh. We lease most of it out to some local farmers, and the money goes back to Mum and her sister through some complex legal thing. The house and this part of the river are fenced off separately, and we use them ourselves."

"Use them?"

"Yeah. Swimming and stuff, and now and then we get together down here and have a bit of a reunion. Some other relatives come out and stay in the house sometimes. Mum wouldn't let us stay here now though, by ourselves. That's why we are at Heather's place."

"So... wow. I'm stunned. Oh, can we take a look at the house?"

"I was hoping you'd ask that. I've never taken a boy up to see it before."

"What are you saying?"

"What do you think? Put that thing away, would you? You can photograph it another time. I can wear knickers for that. Bring the cans."

I quickly packed my gear back in my camera bag, and we walked carefully the rest of the way across, holding hands. I didn't release them when we were back on the riverbank, and Vicki didn't seem to want me to. We walked up to the gate together, and then she turned to face me.

"That stuff Steve told you..."

"About?"

She shook her head. "This morning. About not owning you."

"Oh."

"Yeah, that. Listen, it applies to me, too, okay?"

"It does?"

"Yeah. I think you're gorgeous, and I plan to ravish you. Maybe for the rest of the week. But that's it. Right?"

"Right. You know, everything I ever learned about women seems to be wrong."

"That's because you think we are all the same. In fact the opposite is true."

"I'll try to remember."

"Good." Vicki stood in front of me, both her hands in mine, tipped her head up, and kissed me soundly on the lips. "And then we'll be friends, understand?"

"I sure hope so."

"Good. Come on."

She swung open the little gate with her leg, and its rusty hinges squealed in protest. She pulled me through the gate and up to the house. The front porch was lined down one side by small ceramic animals. They all looked somewhat weathered. Vicki bent to one of the middle ornaments. I wasn't sure which one, as I was staring at her ass. She knew, too, because she wiggled it before standing and grinning at me with a key in her hand.

The key slid quietly into the door, and clacked loudly as Vicki turned it. She pushed the door open, and turned to me. That was when I proved again what an idiot I am. I'd taken my camera off my shoulder and somehow got it caught in my jandals. I fell forward through the door, flailing desperately to prevent the camera from hitting the floor, the empty beer cans flying through the air.

In the end, Vicki was lying on her back, just inside the door, and I was more or less lying on top of her.

"Is it alright?"

"Forget that, Vicki. Are you?"

"Yeah. Well, there's something heavy on me, but that's not a bad thing."

"You're sure?"

"Uh huh. If the camera doesn't need checking, then put it down and pay attention."

"It's fine."

"Good. Lift up on your knees a second, would you?" I did, and Vicki wriggled beneath me a little. "That's better. Umm... want to kiss me all better?"

"Yes, please."

"Good. No, no, not like that." I'd pulled myself up further, so my face was above Vicki's, but she wriggled back further, moving away from me across the floor. The photographer in me managed to notice the sun-speckled polished wooden floor before I was distracted by what Vicki did next. She pulled up the already short skirt so it was around her waist. That put her dark thatch just about below my mouth. I looked at her. "Well?"

"Oh, God, could I?"

"I sure hope so."

The talking stopped. She lifted her knees, parted them, and eagerly displayed her most intimate parts to me. I hoped I knew enough to do this justice.

I kissed her first. On one leg. A little kiss. She shivered. I moved up a little and did it again. As I got closer to her thighs, the aroma of her womanhood surrounded me. I'd heard it described in a number of ways before, and most of them weren't nice, but I liked it. I kissed more, and moved nearer, thanking whatever gods were available that I was able to do this in the daylight, where I could see what was going on. I thanked them even more for putting me here with this delightful partner. And while I was thanking, I was kissing.

I reached her labia and my tongue joined in the game. I liked the taste too, and licked everywhere I could, slowly working my way up further, knowing just enough to be headed in the right direction. Vicki wasn't speaking. She was just sighing, and undulating beneath me.

I knew when I got to her clitoris, because I was just a little rough, and Vicki jumped. I mumbled an apology, not beyond smiling at the thought that I was saying sorry between her legs, and then I tried again, more gently, more slowly, and got a much better reaction.

That was the way I carried on then, licking, sucking and kissing, until I heard Vicki call to me. "Do it now, Paul. How you did the first time. Now, Paul."

I could only try, so I attacked her a little more vigorously, and was rewarded with groans. Vicki thrust with her hips beneath me, her whole body moving with her efforts, and then suddenly she held herself still, her hips in the air, and I sucked her now obvious clitoris as her body shuddered, she gasped for breath, and then collapsed shaking on the floor.

I crawled slowly up her body, and put my face to hers. She pulled my face down and our lips locked. For a while it didn't matter where we were. The only thing that was happening was the kiss.

At some point my erection bumped into her upper leg, and sent a shiver through my body. She lifted my face from hers so she could speak. "Oh, sorry honey. I lost track. Ah... you want to come in those pants?"

"I'm beyond caring."

"Yeah, but... how about a bed?"

"You have great ideas."

"Get off me, darling rapist."

"Oh, you resisted?"

"For days."

I pulled myself up from the floor. I must have looked comical with my cock peeking out the top of my shorts. Vicki looked, didn't laugh, and licked her lips. I helped her to her feet, and her skirt fell back to cover her decently.

She kicked the door shut with her foot, and took my hand. We walked down the old hallway on bare feet, and took a doorway on the right further down. The room contained the small bed and with a bare mattress on it. Vicki turned and kissed me again.

"This do?"

"Uh huh."

"Good. Jake liked it too."

"Oh, he..."

"Uh huh. Who knows? I could have started here."

"Wow."

"Yeah. On that subject... hold on."

"Huh?"

"Condoms, lover." She walked across to the wardrobe. I just watched. She opened the door and reached up to the shelf at the top, and took out a small box. She walked back and threw the box on the bedside table.

"Oh, got it."

"But not yet. Let me undress you first."

She lifted the tee-shirt from my waist. I lifted my arms, but then had to bend over so she could reach to lift it over my head. Unsnapping my shorts was much easier, and then they fell to the floor, soon to be joined by my underpants. Stepping out of them I was naked, and needed to return the favour.

It didn't take long. Vicki only had a shirt and the skirt. Soon we were both naked and stood together. She turned us around, and then pushed me towards the bed. I fell on it, and the old springs squeaked as our weight settled on them.

Vicki pushed me until I was flat on my back and roughly in the middle of the bed, and then straddled me. My hard cock was intruding between us, and she took it between her hands for a moment, sliding her fingers up and down the shaft. I groaned.

"Hmmm... no time for this."

Vicki leaned over to the side of the bed, on her knees, and I took her breasts into my hands. They seemed a little smaller than Steph's, but I couldn't be sure. They were certainly lovely. She stayed where she was for a moment and let me do that, before leaning over the rest of the way, and opening the little box.

She reached in and removed a wrapped condom. Moving back so her body was upright, she ripped the top from the wrapper with her teeth, and removed the contents. She rather expertly rolled the latex down over my attentive penis, stroking it a few times and grinning.

Everything finally to her liking, she looked at me again, shook her breasts, and stopped for some reason, feeling the need to ask. "Well?"

"God, yes."

"That's Goddess."

"Yes, Goddess. Please."

"Your wish, my master..."

"Just fuck me." More grins.

"Got it."

She lifted herself then, on her knees with her pussy poised above my latex-wrapped cock. She slowly lowered herself down over it, and took me deep inside herself.

"If it's alright with you," she said in a huskily quiet voice. "I might just come now, and save any additional effort."

"You just did."

"Yeah. I'm damn close to another one."

"You're not the only one."

"Okay, so let's just sit here a minute."

"Really?"

"No, silly." And she lifted herself again. I watched as she closed her eyes, pursed her lips, and pushed herself down over me again. I wished I had the camera with me to capture that look. That distraction was just enough to prevent me from coming right there and then. I felt her heat, and her muscles, sliding down over me, and knew I was spreading her as much as she was squeezing me. I couldn't help it, and my hips thrust at her. A gasp escaped her mouth, and her eyes opened.

"I'm so close."

"Me too."

"Shall we?"

"I thought you said you weren't the chatterbox?"

She managed a broad smile. "I talk during sex. Steve talks all the other times."

"Must be complex with you both there."

"You just wish you could find that out."

"I'm not going to say no."

"No one asked."

"Just fuck me, Vicki."

She did.

Her body moved swiftly then. Lifting and falling with a rhythm as old as time. I watched her, and moved with her. Her body was gorgeous, and her desire was contagious. I'd have hoped I could say I managed to last a lot longer, but neither of us did. We both got caught up in the rhythm, and by the time I told Vicki I was coming, she was too.

Both of us were thrusting, and grunting, and my pulses were met with contractions. Muscles clenched, come sprayed, and we both collapsed in a quivering sweat-soaked pile. Vicki had the presence of mind to lift herself from me before I started to soften, and then we both lay there for a while, and recovered.

This being Vicki, I spoke first. It being me, it wasn't anything coherent. "Shit!"

"Yeah."

"Oh, God."

"Yeah, that was intense. Thank you, Paul." She kissed me on the cheek.

"Oh, hey, whatever I can do."

"Oh, you did."

"Good. Umm... do they know?"

"Huh? Who?"

"The girls. Do they know we were coming up here to do this?"

"They certainly knew it was a possibility. Why?"

"It's kinda weird, that's all."

"I thought you were used to weird?"

"I'm getting there."

"Good. Hey, we probably should head back. The water's turned off up here, so the river's the best place to wash up unless you want to wait a few hours for hot water and a shower."

"The river's fine with me."

"You're not going to be shy?"

"There's very little point now."

"Good."