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Subject: {ASSM} "Summer Camp - Book 2" by Nick Scipio - Ch 27 (mf, mff, MF, teen, oral, voy, mast, safe)
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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
Part: Chapter 27
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends 
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: mf, mff, MF, teen, oral, voy, mast, safe
Revision: 1.01
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This piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. It 
contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you 
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All characters in this story are fictitious; any similarity to 
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Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

The next morning, I woke up later than I wanted, but still early 
enough. As I lay in bed, I decided to skip my workout. In my 
mind, I went over what I wanted to take with us, and how I wanted 
to pack it all. As I was mentally preparing, a soft moan 
interrupted my train of thought.

_Great,_ I thought. _Mom and Dad are having sex, and I won't be 
able to leave until they're done._

Then I silently laughed at myself. There had been a time when I 
would've eagerly rolled over to watch. I might've even jerked off 
while I peered over the edge of my bunk. But to my jaded sixteen-
year-old mind, watching Mom and Dad have sex seemed blase. Mom 
would be on her side and Dad would be behind her, his hips 
rustling the sheet as he thrust into her. He'd probably be 
playing with her breasts at the same time, and Mom would be 
struggling not to cry out.

Finally, curiosity got the best of me and I _did_ stealthily roll 
to the edge of my bunk and peer over. Much to my surprise, Mom 
was actually on her back, with Dad between her legs. Dad's hips 
rose and fell as he pumped into her, and in that position, there 
was virtually no chance I'd be seen. I felt my dick spring to 
life as I watched Mom run her hands over Dad's back and quietly 
urge him on.

Kendall did the same thing when I was fucking her. With a wry 
grin, I quietly reached for my erection. Before I'd stroked 
myself a half-dozen times, Dad stiffened up and I knew he was 
coming inside her. Silently, I rolled to my back, my dick tenting 
the sheet. The sound of the birds outside drowned out any hushed 
conversation my parents might've had. But it also prevented me 
from determining if they'd gone back to sleep or not, so I simply 
waited.

Soon enough, I heard one of them get up to use the bathroom. I 
seized the opportunity and rolled to the ladder. Unfortunately, 
when I reached the floor and turned around, my eyes met Mom's. 
She lifted her eyebrows and grinned as she spotted my erection.

"Well, good _morning_," she said teasingly. She kept her voice 
low, to avoid waking Erin, but she still sounded entirely too 
chipper.

I blushed six shades of red. Despite all that Mom and I had been 
through, it was still a little embarrassing to have her see my 
morning erection, especially since she probably knew what had 
provoked it.

"Sorry, Mom," I said as I stepped to the sitting area to grab my 
towel. Then I strategically held it in front of my bobbing 
erection.

"Don't worry about it, honey," she said quietly as she swung her 
legs to the side of the bed.

When she stood, I couldn't help but glance at her pussy. Her 
pubic hair was damp and parted. She smiled when I snapped my eyes 
back up. Then she put her finger against her lips.

"Shhhh," she said with a wink.

My blush only deepened.

"I'd better quit teasing you and let you start packing," she 
said.

"Um... thanks."

While I moved about the cabin, hurriedly stuffing things into my 
pack, I heard my dad start the shower. Mom stepped close and 
stood on tiptoe to kiss my cheek.

"Time for round two," she said with a sly grin and a nod toward 
the bathroom. "Besides," she added in a more sober tone, "you've 
been waiting for me to get out of the way so you can sneak some 
rubbers out of your drawer."

"Mom!" I hissed.

"What? I'm not supposed to know that my son keeps his protection 
stuffed under his t-shirts?"

If it were possible, I would've turned redder still.

"Don't worry about it, honey," she said soothingly. "I'm glad 
you're being responsible. Gina and Kendall are very lucky young 
women." The last was punctuated by a teasing glance at my hard-
on.

"Mom, _please!_"

"Okay, I'll quit teasing you. Besides, I need to get in the 
shower before your father uses all the hot water. Cold water 
turns my lips blue. And it spoils my concentration," she said, 
waggling her eyebrows suggestively.

Finally, I threw my hands up in surrender.

"Have a nice day, honey," she said, grinning broadly and kissing 
my cheek again. Then she disappeared into the bathroom.

I dived for my drawer and quickly pulled three foil packets from 
under my t-shirts. The last thing I heard before I darted out of 
the cabin was my dad's surprised remark as Mom undoubtedly sank 
to her knees before him.

As I walked down the hill--my towel hiding my bouncing erection--
I wondered when, or if, I'd have a chance to jerk off. I thought 
about simply dashing to the bathroom in the clubhouse, and 
finally decided that it was my best bet. 

To my surprise, I spotted Kendall as soon as I entered the 
building. Unfortunately, she was already in the shower. Lucky for 
me, however, no one was in sight. Without preamble, I dumped my 
things and joined her. When she saw my erection, she quickly 
looked around. Before she could do anything else, I pinned her 
against the wall with my body and kissed her heatedly.

As the water coursed down my back and side, she reached for my 
erection and began stroking it with slippery fingers. Without 
thinking, I pushed her to her knees, where she continued stroking 
me. Before I consciously realized it, I climaxed. Semen blasted 
from my shaft, and as the sensations raced over my nerves, I 
closed my eyes in ecstasy. Kendall kept pumping my dick as 
streamers of come shot forth. When I finally looked down, 
Kendall's neck, chest, and hands were covered with shimmering 
drops of my essence.

"It's a good thing I'm already in the shower," she said with a 
grin.

"Oh, my God," someone said from behind us. "What're you two 
doing?"

Alarm lanced through my thoughts and I half turned. Stupid, half-
assed excuses like "I was only washing it," or "she dropped the 
soap," died unspoken when I glimpsed the speaker.

"You ought to see yourselves," Gina said, laughing brightly.

I quickly helped Kendall to her feet. She grinned, her eyes 
sparkling as she smeared my come over her already wet breasts.

"Now I wish I'd taken a shower down here," Gina said. "But what 
were y'all thinking, doing it practically in the open?"

"Well, I didn't think we'd get caught," I said lamely.

"You weren't thinking at _all_," Kendall teased.

"So? I mean, at least it was only Gina. It's not like someone 
else saw us."

"You mean like the woman who walked through the door in front of 
me?" Gina asked sweetly.

Kendall and I froze and stared at her.

"Mmm hmm, she's from one of the new families." She shrugged. "I 
don't know her, but if you go around the corner into the kitchen, 
I'm sure you'll be able to pick her out. She's the short one with 
wavy blonde hair."

"You're kidding, right?" I asked in growing horror.

"Nope. She got an eyeful." Then she grinned at my expression. "I 
think she might've joined you if I hadn't been right behind her."

"Oh, no," Kendall practically moaned. "Do you think she'll tell 
my parents?"

"I don't even think she knows who your parents _are_," Gina said. 
"I wouldn't worry about it."

"But what if she tells someone else?" Kendall fretted.

"Then we'll deal with it when it comes up," I snapped.

"Uh-oh," Gina said when she saw Kendall's expression.

While Gina headed to the kitchen to start making lunch, Kendall 
and I finished our shower in a tense silence. I was still a 
little mad that she was constantly obsessing about "what if my 
parents find out?" but I also felt bad for barking at her. 
Unfortunately, I didn't know what to say.

She shaved her legs quietly and then looked around to make sure 
no one was near. When she determined that the coast was clear, 
she lathered a washcloth, sat down, and began spreading the suds 
over her pubic area. With gentle strokes, she touched up her 
bush. Then she carefully ran the razor over the sides of her 
labia. She looked around again to make sure no one was near and 
then repeated the entire process. When she was finally satisfied 
with her neatly trimmed pussy, she stood.

The look she gave me clearly said, "I'm doing this for _you_."

"Listen," I said as I shut off the water, "I'm sorry." Before she 
could reach for her towel, I picked it up and wrapped her in it. 
"I was upset at myself because that woman saw us."

She nodded.

"But that's no excuse. I shouldn't've reacted the way I did. I 
know you're worried about your parents finding out about us, but 
if it happens, it happens. I think Susan's right, you'd probably 
be surprised by how they react."

"You don't know them," she said sullenly.

"No, I don't. And I don't want them to find out, either. But if 
they do, it won't be the end of the world--"

"Maybe not for _you_."

"It won't be the end of the world for _either_ of us," I said 
evenly. "I won't love you any less."

"You will if my father kills you."

"He wouldn't do that, and you know it."

"My mom might," she said.

"Well, if that happens, then at least I'll die happy."

Her brow crinkled in confusion.

"I'll be happy just knowing you love me," I said extravagantly, 
trying to cheer her up.

Despite her sullen mood, she smiled hesitantly.

"Ah, there's the girl I love." I stepped close and gazed into her 
eyes. "Listen, I'm serious. I don't want your parents to find 
out, but if they do, we'll deal with it then."

"But what if they won't let me see you? What if we pack up and 
leave early? What if--"

"What if you worry almost as much as I do?" I asked with a wry 
grin. "Let's not talk about this any more. Your parents like me, 
and I think they trust me. They're not gonna be at the quarry 
today, and we're careful when we're in camp."

"Not always," she said. "Like in the shower a few minutes ago?"

"Well, I won't do that again. I'm sorry. I shouldn't've done it. 
But... well... I was horny... and..." I grinned lecherously. "You have
_no_ idea how beautiful you are in the shower."

She playfully punched my chest and then smiled genuinely.

"What could I do?" I said, shrugging theatrically. I lifted her 
chin with my hand and then kissed her tenderly. "I love you, and 
that's all that matters. Anything else, we can deal with when... 
_if_ it happens."

She nodded in reluctant agreement.

"Okay," I said with affected good cheer. "Let's go get ready for 
our hike."

"Paul?"

"Yes, sweetie?"

"I love you too."

"Good," I said, smiling. "I'm glad. Now, I'm going to run back to 
my cabin. Hopefully, my parents will be out of the shower--"

"They shower together?"

"Sure." Then I leaned close. "And that's not all they were doing 
this morning." I rolled my eyes suggestively. "So I hope they're 
done fooling around."

"Paul! You're so awful."

I grinned unrepentantly.

"Would you walk me back to the Winnie?" she asked, suddenly shy.

"I'd be honored," I said in my best Rhett Butler voice.

She took my arm and we headed for the door. Her mother was just 
stirring when we reached the camper. Melissa smiled at me fondly 
before I turned and headed toward my own cabin. There, my parents 
had finished their shower and were sitting on the porch--with Mom 
in Dad's lap--and talking quietly. With a few words of greeting, 
I walked past them and into the cabin.

In the bathroom, I brushed my teeth and quickly went through the 
rest of my morning routine. Even though I didn't need it, I 
shaved, although I started to get hard when I thought about how 
Kendall's hand looked as she slowly drew the razor over her mons. 
I rolled my eyes at my reflection in the mirror and hurriedly 
wiped my face clean. Then I grabbed a dry beach towel and headed 
back out.

"Bye, Mom. Bye, Dad," I said as I passed them.

"Have fun, honey," Mom said. "Remember, be back by five."

"I will. Thanks."

I broke into a trot as I headed back to collect Kendall from her 
camper. She met me at the door and kissed my cheek before we 
started down the hill. Behind us, her mother wished us farewell. 
Without stopping, we turned and waved our thanks.

-----

In the clubhouse, Gina had most of our lunch already made. 
Kendall immediately started making breakfast. None of us wanted 
anything elaborate, so she fixed eggs, toast, and grits. While 
the girls were moving about the kitchen, I started packing our 
gear.

To my surprise, I looked up from my backpack and my eyes fell 
upon a petite, curvy blonde woman. She was drinking a cup of 
coffee and watching me. Her eyes smiled as she took another sip. 
I was positive she was the woman who had seen us in the shower. 
With an internal grimace, I felt my face and neck heating.

"Hi," she said. "I'm Elaine." She looked about ten years older 
than me, but it was hard to tell. Her face was young looking, but 
her eyes looked mature. She was actually quite pretty, with a 
light dusting of freckles and round, shapely breasts.

"Um... hi. I'm Paul."

"Nice to meet you, Paul," she said. Then she nodded toward the 
kitchen. "Is that your girlfriend?"

I followed her glance to Kendall and then nodded.

"She's very pretty."

"Um... thanks." I paused for a second and gathered my courage. "Um... 
sorry about... um... you know," I said vaguely.

"Oh?"

"You know, about earlier... when we were... um... in the shower."

"Don't worry about it," she replied with a grin. "I used to be 
the same way."

Before I could say anything else, the clubhouse door opened and 
she looked up. A man and two small children walked in.

"Paul," she said, standing up, "this is my husband Dennis."

"Dennis Raeford," he said, holding out his hand.

"Paul Hughes," I replied. He was actually a little shorter than 
me, but broader through the chest. He wasn't as well-defined as 
me, but his arms and shoulders looked like they held a lot of 
power. As I sized him up, I clasped his hand and shook it 
absently. His grip was strong, but not challenging, and I smiled 
internally when I realized he didn't feel the need to play 
dominance games.

"And these are Linette and Barry," Elaine said, gesturing to her 
children.

"How old are they?" I asked.

"Linette is five, and Barry's almost three."

"It's nice to meet you Linette," I said, although she hid behind 
her father's leg.

"Can you say 'hello' to Paul?" her father asked.

"Hello," she said, then ducked behind his leg again.

I said hello to Barry as well, but he merely stuck his thumb in 
his mouth and reached for his mother.

"It was nice to meet you, Paul," Elaine said as she picked up her 
son.

"Yes," Dennis said. "It was nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too," I replied.

"Now, Mr. Boo," Elaine asked three-year-old Barry as she walked 
toward the kitchen, "what would you like for breakfast? "

I watched as the family walked away and then breathed a sigh of 
relief. Elaine may have seen Kendall and me, but she didn't seem 
to be upset about it, which was a _very_ good thing.

During breakfast, I related the conversation to the girls. After 
we finished eating, I introduced them to the Raefords. We 
exchanged pleasantries for a moment and then I started loading 
the backpack with our lunch. In less than five minutes, we were 
out the door and headed down the hill toward the lake.

-----

Once we rounded the feeder lake, I took the lead, but kept an eye 
out and made sure I didn't get ahead of the girls. For a while, 
they chatted about the new family. They thought the kids were 
precious, especially Linette. And Barry "Boo" looked just like 
his father, they said.

For a while they talked about how good-looking Dennis was, but I 
quickly realized that they were hoping to get a rise out of me. 
I'm sure they really thought he was attractive, but when I didn't 
bristle, the conversation turned to other subjects. Gina asked 
several questions about _Fear of Flying_ and _Our Bodies, 
Ourselves_, and Kendall was more than happy to talk about those 
books and others.

By the time we reached the quarry, I'd learned all sorts of 
things about the ERA, feminism, women's health, and a host of 
other subjects. Kendall proclaimed that she believed in women's 
equality, but she was a traditionalist, and she felt that it was 
still a woman's responsibility to raise the children and maintain 
the household. It seemed like a clash of ideals to me.

Gina wanted to know how Kendall planned to become a doctor--which 
would take the better part of nine or ten years--raise children 
_and_ maintain the household. Kendall said she didn't plan on 
having children until she finished her residency, and one of the 
reasons she picked psychiatry was that she could have a home 
office if she needed to. Gina was skeptical, but Kendall had 
evidently put a lot of thought into it.

"You can be a strong woman _and_ a good mother," Kendall said. 
"Our bras don't need burning, they aren't holding us back. The 
only thing holding us back is the idea that we _can't_ do 
something, just because we're women. So if I want to have a 
career and a family, then I'm going to do it."

"Amen, sister," Gina said.

"I'm responsible for my own body, and my own happiness. But 
'wife' doesn't mean slave, and 'mommy' is _not_ a dirty word. I 
may be barefoot and pregnant, but it'll be my _choice_. I'll 
choose to support my husband and raise our children. And I'm 
going to marry a man who's not threatened by that." She paused 
for a moment and then squared her shoulders. "I am woman, hear me 
roar."

Gina and I simply stared at her, a little shocked by her passion.

Kendall grinned bashfully when she saw our expressions. "Sorry," 
she said. "I guess I kinda got on my soapbox."

"Yeah," I said, "but I like your soapbox."

"Me too," Gina said.

After that, we set up our picnic spot on top of the large 
boulder. I began to inflate the raft as the girls chatted some 
more about what they wanted to do with their lives. It was 
interesting to listen to, so I kept quiet and simply paid 
attention.

Gina wanted to get married and have children, but she really 
wanted to be a doctor. And with all the time and effort it would 
take to become one, she didn't know when she'd have time to start 
a family. Unlike psychiatrists, OB/GYN doctors didn't have home 
offices. She also worried about her grades and getting into med 
school.

I wasn't surprised to learn that Kendall had graduated with a 4.0 
average and was one of the top students in her class. Gina 
would've had a 4.0, but she'd gotten a C in freshman phys ed, 
which bothered her. She was concerned that it would keep her out 
of the med schools she was interested in--Duke, the University of 
Washington, UC-Davis, and the University of Michigan at Ann 
Arbor--but Kendall assured her that most med schools were more 
interested in _college_ transcripts and MCAT scores. (_Whatever 
those are,_ I thought.)

For a moment, I wondered how Gina had come up with _those_ 
schools, but she and Kendall struck up an animated conversation 
about the merits of each university, so I figured Gina knew what 
she was talking about.

While I listened to them discuss the differences between primary 
care schools and research schools, I let my mind wander. Unlike 
either of the girls, I really had _no_ idea what I wanted to do 
with my life. For a time, I had thought about going into the 
military like my father had, but it just didn't appeal to me. And 
while I liked the idea of flying for a living, I was only 
lukewarm about it. I knew my dad enjoyed his job, but I also saw 
the scheduling downsides of working for a major airline. 
Unfortunately, nothing really appealed to me. In short, I had 
_no_ idea what I wanted to be when I grew up.

By the time I had the raft inflated, Gina and Kendall's 
conversation had shifted to SAT scores, Advanced Placement 
classes, and extracurricular activities that looked good on 
college applications. I threw the raft into the lake and then 
dived in after it. The girls followed me, simply continuing the 
conversation once they surfaced. Kendall was giving Gina pointers 
about the English portion of the SAT, so I decided to swim for 
the waterfall. Behind me, I could still hear them in animated 
conversation.

-----

"Why'd you take off?" Gina asked when I returned a little later.

"Well, you two were talking, and...," I said with a shrug.

In truth, I was a little preoccupied about the fact that I had 
_no_ idea what I wanted to do with my life. I had two more years 
of high school, which seemed like all the time in the world. But 
the fact that Gina was already thinking about what she wanted to 
do after she got her bachelor's degree--in six years--only 
underscored the notion that my life seemed rudderless.

Where Gina appeared unaware of my mood, Kendall looked at me 
insightfully. I suddenly felt like she could see right through 
me.

"You wanna rub suntan oil on us?" Gina asked.

Kendall and I made eye contact, and the feeling that she 
understood my innermost thoughts intensified.

"I guess," I said with a shrug.

"You wanna go first?" Gina asked Kendall.

"No, you go ahead," Kendall replied distractedly, studying me.

Still oblivious, Gina cooed in delight and then lay on her back. 
With a shrug that only Kendall saw, I picked up the bottle of 
suntan oil. She smiled in understanding as I squirted some of the 
sun-warmed oil into my palm. Then I started at Gina's feet and 
slowly worked my way up her legs. My hands glided over her dark, 
shiny, slick skin and she sighed in delight.

When I reached her pussy, I gently rubbed the oil into her pubic 
hair, making it shine. She squirmed a little as my fingers 
brushed over her sensitive labia, but I quickly moved to her soft 
belly.

Kendall grinned when I looked at her. Then she reached out and 
began stroking my hard-on. While she did, I squirted oil between 
Gina's flattened breasts. Then I ran my hands up the sides and 
gently teased her nipples. For a few moments, I concentrated on 
them as she moaned in delight.

Finally, I moved my hands to her shoulders. She languidly opened 
her eyes and gazed up at me. When Kendall withdrew her hand from 
my dick, Gina's quickly wrapped her fingers around my shaft. I 
scooted my hips forward until my knees were next to her breasts. 
Then I squirted some of the warm oil onto my length. With a 
hungry grin, Gina worked it into the soft skin of my shaft. Using 
both hands, she began stroking me, squeezing gently as she did.

"It's cool to watch, isn't it?" Kendall asked softly.

Gina merely smiled and nodded.

"I like watching the pre-come ooze out. And I dunno why, but I 
like feeling his come on my skin."

"Yeah," Gina agreed dreamily. "It's all hot and slippery."

"You wanna try something?" Kendall asked. "Something I read 
about?"

Gina nodded eagerly.

"Stroke him real slow, but use lots of pressure. Not too much, 
but keep your hands tight all the way up his shaft. Just squeeze 
at the bottom and keep squeezing as you move up. Right at the 
crown, squeeze once, then let up. Then slide your hands back down 
and do it again."

Gina did as instructed and I closed my eyes in bliss. To my 
surprise, I felt Kendall's hand near my ass. I started to recoil, 
but she reassured me with a quiet shush. She had oil in her palm 
and she cupped my balls, spreading the warm, slippery liquid over 
them. Then she pressed her fingers against the slight bulge 
behind my testicles. My cock surged in Gina's hands and she cried 
out in surprise and delight.

While Kendall massaged the bulge, Gina slowly jerked me off. The 
pressure built steadily, but it wasn't so quick that it 
overwhelmed me. It was like I could feel my balls coming to a 
slow boil.

"What's really cool," Kendall said, grinning at me quickly, "is 
watching him shoot. It's like he's a fire hose, and this torrent 
of semen just blasts out. The way it squirted this morning, it's 
no wonder that I almost choke whenever he comes in my mouth."

"No kidding," Gina replied, stroking steadily. When she looked up 
at me, she smiled and her eyes grew glassy. "The first time you 
came in my mouth, I didn't think you were ever gonna stop." Then 
she laughed softly and glanced back at Kendall. "Now, I can't 
wait to feel that first spurt hit the back of my throat. God, I 
love the taste of come. Don't you?"

"It's okay," Kendall said with a shrug, glancing my direction.

"It's better than okay. I get hot just thinking about it."

"Well, I kinda like the feeling, and the taste isn't bad, but I 
don't like it as much as you do. I like the look on Paul's face 
more than anything else," she said, smiling at me.

"I'm getting all wet just from talking about it," Gina said.

I tried not to chuckle as Gina licked her lips and smiled at me. 
Then her eyes locked on the shiny purple head of my cock.

"Do you want me to jerk him off on your tits?" Kendall asked. "I 
think it's called a pearl necklace." Then she turned to me. 
"Would you like that?"

"Huh?" Gina asked.

"When a guy shoots on your tits and chest," Kendall explained, 
"they call it a pearl necklace."

Gina looked at me as if to ask, "They do?"

"How should I know?" I replied with a shrug. Then I nodded toward 
Kendall. "She's the one who reads about this stuff."

Kendall blushed and moved to my right. Then she squirted more oil 
in her palm and rubbed her hands together to spread it around.

"Well," Gina said thoughtfully, "Paul _has_ been getting us 
jewelry lately." Then she grinned artfully. "Do you think I'd 
look good in a pearl necklace?"

"I think you'd look fabulous, dahling," Kendall said.

"Well," I interjected, "whatever you decide, you'd better do it 
soon."

"Oooooh," Gina said. "Then I definitely want a pearl necklace."

Kendall reached out and her hand replaced Gina's. With her left 
hand, she reached behind me and started massaging my prostate 
again.

"God, that looks so sexy," Gina said. "I think I like watching 
you jerking him off."

Kendall and I smiled at each other and then I closed my eyes as 
the first twinges of orgasm reached my brain.

"Push your tits together," Kendall directed Gina.

Using gentle pressure, Kendall had me sit back a little. Then she 
aimed my manhood at Gina's proffered breasts. Kendall kept 
stroking and squeezing my oily dick, her hand almost slipping 
over my glans each time.

"I think he's getting close," she said.

With my eyes still closed, I drew a deep breath and nodded. The 
sensation was almost indescribable--it felt like Kendall was 
slowly drawing semen up from my balls. I trembled, ready to 
explode, but it seemed like everything was in slow motion. Just 
when I thought I was ready to come, Kendall slowed her pace but 
tightened her grip. The feeling was exquisite.

Finally, she began stroking me in earnest. Her hand pressed 
against the bulge behind my balls and I felt a wave of pleasure 
wash through my groin.

"Get ready," Kendall said.

With a groan, I arched my back and my muscles went taut. 
Kendall's oil-slick hand gripped my shaft and started pumping. A 
supernova exploded behind my eyes as I loosed a torrent of sperm. 
Vaguely, I heard Kendall and Gina crying out in surprise and 
delight as I coated Gina's chest with my pearly load.

When I finally regained my senses, I sat back on my haunches, 
panting. I opened my eyes to find both girls grinning at me, 
their chests heaving as well. Gina was positively covered. From 
her cheek to the under-curve of her breasts, glistening drops of 
semen winked in the noonday sun.

"Wow," Kendall said. "That was a lot."

"Mmmmm," Gina agreed, already wiping the come off her face and 
licking her fingers.

Much to my surprise, Kendall raised her hand to her mouth and 
tasted some of the semen that had landed there. Our eyes locked, 
and she smiled coquettishly. She had tasted my come before, but 
she had never actively licked it up. Her eyes smoldering, she 
fastidiously cleaned her hand. Despite the fact that I'd just 
come, I felt my dick twitch as I watched.

Gina, heedless to the interplay between Kendall and me, smeared 
my come over her breasts, circling and tweaking her nipples as 
she did. Finally, she sat up and sucked the remaining few drops 
of semen from my semi-hard cock. The head was incredibly 
sensitive, so I didn't let her suck as long as she would have 
liked, but she seemed happy enough.

-----

After we rinsed off in the lake, we had lunch. Gina had packed 
ham and cheese sandwiches, potato salad, pickle spears, and 
grapes. Fortunately, she had made three sandwiches for me, which 
I happily ate. Afterward, we lounged around and talked about our 
time at camp.

The topic of going back home came up, and Gina asked about Amy's 
letters. As objectively as I could, I told them about the first 
three.

"It sounds like she misses you," Kendall said.

Gina's expression remained wary.

"Yeah," I said, "but there's more." Then I told them about the 
fourth letter.

"Wow," Kendall said.

"No kidding," I replied. "Unfortunately, I read _that_ letter 
first, since the others were in a larger envelope with a later 
postmark."

Kendall nodded in understanding.

"What's she think she's gonna do?" Gina asked testily. "I mean, 
after that last letter, she won't get you back."

Kendall and I looked at each other in alarm.

"There's nothing she _can_ do," I said reasonably. "Besides, she 
wasn't getting me back _before_ I got the letters. I loved Amy 
once, and I guess a part of me still does, but I don't want to be 
with her any more."

"But you're gonna see her all the time," Gina protested.

"And each time I see her," I said evenly, "I'm going to be 
counting the days until I can fly to Charleston and see you."

"Oh."

"It's not like Paul _wants_ to get back together with her," 
Kendall said, adding a voice of reason.

I shook my head in agreement.

"Besides," Kendall added, "we'll keep him too busy trying to come 
see each of us."

"I just don't like the idea of her being around him all the time, 
and trying to steal him."

"If she does that," Kendall said, "Paul will just tell her no. 
Won't you?" she asked, turning to me.

"Yeah. Of course."

"But he still has to call her," Gina said.

"Yeah," I said. "And I'm gonna tell her that we need to talk when 
I get back to Atlanta."

"What are you going to talk about?" Gina asked suspiciously.

"Look," I said, trying not to sound testy, "I'm not going to dump 
her over the phone. That's just not cool."

"But you said you broke up before the end of school."

"They did," Kendall said, interjecting smoothly. "But she sent 
those letters thinking Paul would take her back if she told him 
how much she loves him. So in her mind, it's almost like they 
never broke up at all."

"I guess," Gina said sullenly.

"Paul's right," Kendall added. "He can't break up with her over 
the phone. That would be... tacky, and he's not like that. So he's 
got to call her, and soon, to tell her they need to talk when he 
gets home."

"Just because _she_ thinks we're still together doesn't mean _I_ 
think that," I said. "And I need to let her down in person. I owe 
her that."

"You don't owe her anyth--"

"Gina," I said firmly. "I owe her at least that much. I can't 
treat her like she never meant anything to me. How would you feel 
if I did that to you?"

"You'd never do that to me."

"No," I said earnestly. "And I won't do it to her, either. Look, 
the last thing I want to do is call Amy. I guess I kinda hoped 
that she'd move on after I left for the summer. Obviously, she 
didn't. So now I gotta deal with it. I'd rather do _anything_ 
other than hurt her feelings, but I just can't be her boyfriend, 
and telling her that is gonna hurt."

"Her, or you?" Gina asked petulantly.

I frowned. "Do you think I _like_ hurting girls' feelings? Of 
course it's gonna hurt me too."

"But Paul's already moved on," Kendall said evenly. "He's got 
you, _and_ me. Amy isn't a part of his life anymore, not like we 
are. But for her, it sounds like she has a lot of emotion wrapped 
up in Paul and their relationship."

I nodded.

"Their _former_ relationship, I should say," Kendall amended. "We 
need to be supportive of Paul, because this isn't going to be 
easy for him."

"This isn't easy for _me_," Gina said.

"It's not easy for any of us," Kendall replied. "But you and I 
are really just bystanders. We know Paul loves us, and we're 
already planning how we can be together after the summer. You 
more than me, of course. But we don't have to listen to Amy's 
disappointment. We won't have to go back to school and see her 
like Paul will."

"That's what I'm worried about."

"You shouldn't be," I said flatly.

"But what if she wants to have sex with you?" Gina asked. 
"What'll you do then?"

I lifted my right hand and waggled my fingers. Then I circled my 
fingers and made stroking motions.

"Oh," she said in sudden realization.

"Which is less than you'll have," I said. "You'll have Lisa and 
your sisters."

"Sisters?" Kendall asked. "Plural?"

Gina looked sheepish. Then she turned to me. "I thought you said 
we couldn't have sex with someone else, a girl _or_ a guy, unless 
we both agreed."

"Yeah," I replied with a nod. "But you didn't think I was going 
to ask you not to have sex with Lisa or your sisters, did you?"

"Well..."

"I'm not. That's just dumb. I know you're not going to dump me 
over Lisa."

She quickly shook her head.

"But you need to understand that I'm not going to break up with 
you, either. And certainly not over a past relationship with 
Amy."

"Oh."

"Besides," I added, "having sex with someone else doesn't mean I 
don't love you. I mean, Kendall and I will be together for 
another week."

"Yeah, but she's different. She's your girlfriend too," Gina 
said.

"Mmm hmm. And then after Kendall leaves, Susan and I will 
probably spend some time together."

"My goodness," Kendall said with a grin, "your dance card 
certainly seems to be full."

I grinned and felt my face warming.

"Yeah," Gina said, "but Susan's _way_ different."

"She is," Kendall said. "But she's more of a threat to us than 
Amy is."

"Susan's not a threat," Gina replied quickly.

"My point exactly," Kendall said. "Amy's not a threat to either 
of us. Paul is over her. He's moved on, and he's got us now."

"Not for long," Gina said sullenly. "I'm leaving tomorrow."

"Then let's enjoy today," Kendall said. "Besides, I've got a 
special surprise for you. I guess you'd call it a going away 
present."

"Really?" Gina asked as her eyes lit up, all thoughts of Amy 
forgotten.

Kendall nodded.

"What is it?"

"I'll give it to you at the top of the falls," Kendall said. 
"C'mon, lets take the raft and blanket up there."

Like a shot, Gina was up and ready to go. Unfortunately, the raft 
was adrift in the middle of the lake. I swam out and retrieved it 
while the girls gathered up what we wanted to take with us. With 
grins all around, and me still dripping, we headed toward the top 
of the falls.

-----

"So, what's my surprise?" Gina asked as soon as we set up our 
spot in the shade.

"You'll see," Kendall replied. Then she retrieved a bar of soap 
and the washcloth. "I'm gonna get cleaned up first."

Gina rolled her eyes and joined Kendall as she waded into the 
pool. With a shrug, I followed them. I didn't have any idea what 
Kendall was up to either, but from the look in her eye, it 
promised to be fun.

Instead of the Ivory soap we normally used, Kendall had brought 
along a bar of something that smelled nice. She lathered the 
washcloth and handed the soap to me to hold. Then, much to my 
delight, she began washing me. When I was as clean and as fresh-
smelling as I was going to get, she rinsed the washcloth and held 
out her hand for the soap.

"Okay," she said. "Who wants to do me?"

Before I could open my mouth, Gina practically leapt for the 
washcloth. With a smile, Kendall relinquished it. While Gina ran 
the sudsy cloth over Kendall's lush figure, I grinned and began 
to stroke myself. Kendall nodded her approval, her eyes smiling 
mischievously.

"Your turn, Gina," Kendall said as she rinsed off.

Kendall swept Gina's wet hair out of the way and started on her 
back. Instead of then washing Gina's front, Kendall asked her to 
rinse off. Then she lathered the washcloth and washed Gina's 
arms. Gina was clearly enjoying the attention, and I was enjoying 
watching, but I wondered what Kendall was up to.

Kendall moved in front of Gina and washed her breasts and 
stomach. As she did, she ran her hands over the darker girl's 
slippery skin. She playfully tweaked Gina's already stiff nipples 
and then asked her to rinse. When Gina rose, dripping, Kendall 
looked at her, smiled, and took a deep breath. She let it out 
slowly, as if calming herself.

To my astonishment, Kendall bent down and flicked her tongue 
against Gina's right nipple. Gina gasped in surprise and then 
moaned as Kendall wrapped her lips around the hard, brown point. 
Then Kendall steadied herself with a hand on Gina's trim stomach. 
My cock swelled at the sight, and I squeezed it gently.

Kendall switched to Gina's other breast, kissing around the 
areola before she zeroed in on the nipple. Gina held the taller 
girl's head and sighed in pleasure. After licking and sucking for 
nearly a minute, Kendall pulled back and smiled bashfully.

"Surprise," she said.

Before Gina could say anything, Kendall sank to her knees, re-
lathered the washcloth, and began gently washing the younger 
girl's stomach and legs. With another deep breath, she moved the 
washcloth over Gina's pussy. Gina spread her legs slightly as 
Kendall washed between them with the soft, soapy cloth.

"Rinse," Kendall requested softly.

When Gina stood, Kendall wrapped the washcloth around the soap 
and held it in one hand. With scarcely a quiver, she leaned 
forward and kissed Gina's supple stomach. Gina watched, 
mesmerized, as Kendall trailed her kisses lower.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Kendall reached the 
level of Gina's pubic hair. Instead of kissing it, she skipped 
lower and kissed Gina's upper thigh. Alternating sides, Kendall 
steadily moved upward. Gina seemed to be holding her breath, and 
I found myself holding my own as well.

Kendall closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and swallowed hard. 
Very slowly, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against 
Gina's mons. Rapt, I watched her nuzzle Gina's jet-black pubic 
hair. I knew from experience how soft and sparse that hair was, 
and I imagined what Kendall must be experiencing.

For a few long moments, Kendall moved her head side-to-side, 
brushing her lips against Gina's sex. Gina stood stock-still, her 
hands on the sides of Kendall's head, her breathing becoming 
ragged with mounting excitement. Much sooner than Gina would have 
liked, Kendall stood.

"Do you want to move to the raft?" Kendall asked shyly.

Gina nodded, her eyes glowing with anticipation.

In a few moments, the girls dried off and then moved toward the 
blanket-covered raft. When Kendall looked back at me expectantly, 
I followed.

Without words, they sank to the blanket. Gina tried to gently 
push Kendall to the raft, but Kendall turned and it was Gina who 
ended up on her back. When she stretched out, Kendall knelt next 
to her, facing the darker girl with her knees almost touching 
Gina's arm. Then Kendall flipped her hair over her shoulder and 
started trailing her hands over Gina's torso, never letting them 
pause in any one spot.

Kendall's eyes followed her hands and Gina watched, captivated, 
as they moved over her ribs and down her flanks. At the points of 
the darker girl's hips, they moved toward her mons. As if she 
were playing a harp, Kendall drew her fingertips up Gina's 
fluttering stomach to her breasts. Once there, Kendall circled 
them, never touching the areola directly. Nonetheless, Gina's 
nipples quickly sprang to attention.

Next, Kendall skimmed her fingers back down Gina's body, her 
touches feather-light. When she reached Gina's hips, she kept 
going, delicately brushing over the satiny skin of her thighs. 
With an expression of intense concentration, her fingers glided 
back up, skirted Gina's full breasts, then drifted lazily down 
her arms.

With a flip of her hair, Kendall bent forward and kissed the 
smooth skin of Gina's right breast. Her lips trailed butterfly 
kisses around the areola, once again never touching it. She 
switched to the other breast and Gina gasped. When Kendall pulled 
back, she gestured for me to come closer and lie on the raft with 
them. Gina hungrily watched as I stretched out on my side, my 
erection jutting toward her.

Kendall resumed kissing Gina's skin, causing the darker girl's 
breathing to come in fits and starts. I reached down and began 
stroking myself as I watched. Kendall moved her lips down Gina's 
torso and then back up again, circling the dark nipples as she 
did. Sighing in pleasure, Gina ran her hand over Kendall's smooth 
ass.

Wearing a nervous grin, Kendall sat upright and gazed down at 
Gina. Then she moved her hand over her own stomach, her eyes 
never leaving Gina's. With agonizing slowness, Kendall's fingers 
inched through her neatly trimmed bush. For a moment, she merely 
ran her fingers over her labia, spreading her moisture. Then she 
inserted one into her pussy and closed her eyes in pleasure. For 
a moment or two, she squirmed, her hips rocking back and forth as 
the invading finger caressed her ridged inner walls.

Then she removed it, shiny with her juices, and brought it to 
Gina's lips. In a flash, Gina opened her mouth and captured the 
offering, closing her eyes as she savored the flavor. Kendall's 
other hand gently tweaked Gina's nipples as the darker girl 
sucked. When Gina opened her eyes and released Kendall's finger, 
they shared a tentative smile.

Gina's eyes were riveted to Kendall as she lowered her lips and 
kissed down the valley of the darker girl's breasts. Then Kendall 
cupped her hands around the fleshy mounds and pushed them 
together. As her lips moved lower, her cheeks caressed their 
inner curve. Kendall continued to move over Gina's chest and 
midsection, kissing, licking, and gently sucking.

My cock swelled as Kendall moved lower, her hair trailing along 
Gina's fluttering tummy. At Kendall's gentle pressure, Gina 
spread her legs slightly. I couldn't see very well, because of 
Kendall's hair, but I could tell by Gina's startled expression 
that Kendall had just thrust her tongue into her pussy. Kendall's 
head moved up and down a little as she licked Gina's slit.

Gina obligingly spread her legs further. Then she closed her eyes 
and enjoyed as Kendall teased her. As I gently stroked myself, 
Kendall pulled away from Gina's pussy and kissed along her 
sensitive inner thighs. Gina languidly ran her hand over 
Kendall's ass and then inserted a finger into the other girl's 
pussy. Kendall recoiled at first, but quickly relaxed as Gina's 
hand began to pleasure her.

Hidden by her veil of hair, Kendall once again moved her lips 
over Gina's pussy. Then she must have fastened her lips over the 
other girl's clit, because Gina gasped in pleasure. In a daze, 
she groped for my shaft. I directed her hand to my member and she 
wrapped her fingers around it. With one hand busy at Kendall's 
pussy and the other around my girth, she smiled beatifically. 

After several minutes of Kendall gently tonguing her pussy, Gina 
pulled the other girl into a sixty-nine. Gina reluctantly 
relinquished her hold on my dick and concentrated on Kendall. 
Watching the two girls as their lush bodies pressed together, I 
began stroking myself again. Gina raised her head and tongued 
Kendall's pussy, sending a shiver through the other girl.

When Kendall flipped her hair over her left shoulder, my eyes 
were drawn to the sight of her lips on Gina's pussy. Kendall 
sucked Gina's clit for a moment and then ran her tongue along the 
length of the other girl's slit. Gina moaned in delight, her own 
tongue repeating the motion on Kendall's pussy.

The girls licked, sucked, fingered, sighed, and squirmed for 
nearly ten minutes. The whole time, I merely looked on in wonder. 
I'd seen two girls sixty-nine each other before, but watching 
Kendall's sense of discovery--interrupted whenever a jolt of 
pleasure caused her to lose her concentration--was extremely 
erotic. I don't know what she'd expected when she first went down 
on Gina, and she was still a bit tentative, but she seemed to be 
enjoying herself.

For her part, Gina was busily sliding two fingers into Kendall's 
snug pussy. At the same time, she had her left hand between their 
bodies and was teasing the base of Kendall's clit. All the while, 
she occasionally licked or sucked Kendall's pussy, causing the 
older girl to moan and writhe in pleasure.

Their breathing became more ragged, and more interspersed with 
inarticulate moans of delight. Then Gina fastened her lips around 
Kendall's clit and sucked, causing the older girl to throw her 
head back and cry out in delight.

Then Kendall swallowed hard, panting, and gestured for me to move 
between Gina's thighs, which I did. I helped Kendall sit up, her 
pussy still above Gina's hungry mouth. When she got her balance, 
I scooted forward.

"I want to put it in for you," Kendall said breathlessly.

When I nodded, she reached for Gina's slick pussy and spread the 
arousal-swollen lips. Then she grasped my rod and pulled me 
toward Gina's opening.

"Move the head around," I said. "Get it slippery with Gina's 
juices."

She nodded and then seemed to take a perverse delight in teasing 
Gina with the engorged head of my cock. Gina obligingly moaned 
with a mixture of desire and frustration.

"Oh, God," she gasped. "Please put it in me. Oh, Paul, fuck me. 
Fuck me hard."

Kendall looked up at me, her eyes glittering. I cupped her face 
with my hands and lifted her lips to mine. When I kissed her, I 
could taste Gina's essence on her lips.

"Thank you," I whispered. "I know how hard this was for you."

Gina moaned in near desperation.

With a grin, I jerked my hips forward and impaled her with the 
first several inches of my manhood. Then I returned my attention 
to Kendall. As I gazed into her deep blue eyes, I buried myself 
in the furnace of Gina's pussy.

"She doesn't know how lucky she is to have you," I said softly. 
When Kendall started to demure, I interrupted. "She doesn't. But 
_I_ do."

"I... I know."

"You didn't have to do this, you know," I said, my voice pitched 
low.

"I wanted to," Kendall said quietly.

I shook my head. "It scared you to death."

She paused for a moment and gazed into my eyes. Then she looked 
down and nodded.

I lifted her chin and kissed her again. It was a deep kiss, full 
of passion and unspoken meaning. Kendall threw herself into it 
wholeheartedly, her arms wrapping around my neck and pulling me 
closer still. Beneath us, Gina moaned in ecstasy, oblivious to 
all but her own pleasure.

"Tomorrow," I said, breathing heavily, "I'll thank you properly. 
But today..."

"Is for Gina," she replied, finishing my thought.

I nodded.

"She really loves you, you know."

"As much as you do?" I asked.

Before she could answer, Gina gasped and asked what we were 
talking about.

Instead of answering her, I grinned at Kendall and held my finger 
up. "One moment," I mouthed. Then I lifted Gina's legs and 
gripped her calves. Kendall watched with amused interest as I 
thrust into Gina a dozen times in half as many seconds. She cried 
out each time my hips slammed into her. With a wry grin, I 
settled into a more sedate pace and gazed into Kendall's eyes. 
Just then Gina returned her attention to Kendall's pussy. When 
Kendall closed her eyes in rapture, I bent forward to kiss her.

Kendall and I continued kissing as I thrust into Gina, spreading 
her open with my girth. I pushed her legs back until they were 
almost touching Kendall's knees and increased my tempo. When 
Kendall threw her head back--as Gina no doubt sucked her clit--I 
leaned forward and captured one of her nipples. She hissed in 
pleasure and held my head in place.

I alternated between her nipples, pulling the tanned buds to 
erection with my lips. Kendall's breasts were more malleable than 
Gina's, so I pressed my face against them, inhaling the scent of 
her skin: the fragrant soap, the slightly acrid tang of her 
sweat, the smell that was _Kendall_.

Then I pulled back and lifted my head. When I did, Kendall's lips 
sought mine. I slammed into Gina forcefully as my tongue danced 
with Kendall's. She must have sensed that I was getting close, 
because she broke the kiss and grinned at me.

"Come in her mouth," she said.

Without breaking my rhythm, I nodded. When Kendall swung her leg 
over Gina's head, the darker girl moaned unhappily. She moaned 
again when I pulled my glistening cock from her body. Before she 
could protest further, I quickly moved to kneel by her head. Her 
lips eagerly captured my pussy-slick cock. With a grin, Kendall 
moved to lie between Gina's legs. Gina moaned in delight as she 
felt Kendall spread her labia and plunge two fingers into her 
pussy.

Gina's chest rose and fell with her rapid, shallow breathing, and 
I could tell by the dark flush on her chest and neck that she was 
close to her own orgasm. Her hips ground into Kendall's face, 
gyrating as her pleasure mounted. I rocked my hips back and forth 
and then reached for Gina's nipple. Her own hand came up to 
capture the other nipple. I twisted the puckered brown bud, and 
she moaned, her lips locked around my shaft.

When Gina's stomach rippled as she tensed up, I knew she was in 
the first throes of her orgasm. I reached for the base of my 
shaft and began stroking myself. Kendall steadily plunged her 
fingers into Gina's pussy. A moan began low in Gina's chest, and 
slowly increased in volume. If my cock hadn't been in her mouth, 
she would've been screaming.

I wanted to come over Gina's tongue while she was in the middle 
of her orgasm, so I frantically stroked the base of my cock. My 
hand bumped her lips, but I don't think she cared. The world went 
grey as my vision narrowed and the twinges of my impending climax 
made my balls tingle. With a groan, I felt the first spurt 
surging up my shaft.

Gina moaned as she tasted my salty fluid. Her lips tightened 
around my glans and she struggled to swallow. The next spurt was 
almost as powerful as the first, and I groaned as it shot from my 
body. For the next several moments, the world was a jumble of 
sights and sounds: Gina's face, contorted in ecstasy as her own 
orgasm suffused her senses; the top of Kendall's head as she 
kissed Gina's pussy; the throaty roar in my ears, which was my 
own groaning; and many, many more ephemeral flashes of sensation.

When I finally sagged back, I was panting, my chest heaving with 
the force of my orgasm. I had reluctantly pulled my 
hypersensitive glans from Gina's mouth, because each time she 
tightened her lips, the pleasure was almost unbearable. Gina was 
panting as well, although she looked incoherent. Kendall looked 
up and smiled tiredly. Even though she hadn't climaxed herself, 
she'd ridden Gina's wild, orgasmic gyrations, and I knew from 
personal experience that her neck was probably a little worn out.

When I moved to lie down, she crawled up next to me. Gina limply 
rolled onto her side when prompted and I spooned behind her, 
holding her close but not disturbing her post-orgasmic torpor. 
Kendall pressed her sweaty breasts into my back and wrapped her 
arms around me. One long leg slid along mine, the arch of her 
foot coming to rest on my calf. Then I turned my head and kissed 
her.

"I love you more than I'll ever be able to tell you," she said 
with feeling.

"I know," I said without a trace of smugness. "I love you too."

With that, we settled into a comfortable doze, our breathing 
slowly returning to normal.

-----

Sometime later, I felt Kendall get up. Even in the shade, I was 
hot. As I listened to her wade into the pool, I knew I wanted to 
join her. Gina was snoring softly, so I carefully extracted my 
arm from beneath her head. When I stood, Kendall turned and 
smiled. Once I was in the pool, she quickly slipped into my arms, 
her floating breasts and cold-hardened nipples leading the way.

"You didn't come earlier?" I inquired softly.

She shook her head.

I raised my eyebrows in silent question, but she shook her head 
again. Then I moved us toward the bank of the pool. As I did, she 
wrapped her long legs around my waist and then I sat down cross-
legged. With a wiggle, I pulled her hips against mine and gazed 
into her eyes.

"Thank you," I murmured.

"For what?"

"You know. I know you don't like girls..."

"It's not that I don't like girls," she said. "It's just that... 
well... let's just say that a girl wouldn't be my first choice."

"Or the second?"

"Or the third," she replied with a grin.

"What _would_ be your first choice?" I asked with a grin.

"You know," she said, smiling bashfully.

"Oh?"

"Paul," she begged.

I arched my eyebrows.

"Oh, all right," she said in mock exasperation. "You'd be my 
first choice."

"Me?"

She frowned petulantly.

I remained impassive, my lips quirking up in the merest hint of a 
smile.

"Okay, Mr. Stoneface, your tallywhacker. Your John Thomas. Your 
manhood."

Still not satisfied, I cocked my head to the side.

"Oh, my goodness," she said, blushing. "Your penis. Are you 
happy?"

I shook my head and tried not to smirk.

"Okay, your rod. Your dick. Your long, thick, hard, throbbing, 
spurting, lovely, _wonderful_ cock. It's my first choice, my 
second choice, my only choice. I want you spreading me open, my 
legs wrapped around you, my fingernails raking your back. I want 
to ride you, grinding my body against yours, holding your head to 
my breast as you take me over the edge into oblivion. I want your 
_cock_," she said, her expression sultry and full of lust. Then 
she smiled flippantly. "_Now_ are you satisfied?"

"Com_pletely_."

She laughed ruefully.

"What?"

"Now I really _do_ want it."

While she'd described how she wanted me, I had slowly gotten 
harder. Now, my erection was pressed comfortably against the 
warmth of her body.

"There's a joke," she said with a snort of laughter. "What do you 
call a couple who practices the rhythm method of birth control?"

Despite the fact that I had no idea what the "rhythm method" was, 
I went along with the joke and said, "I dunno."

"Mommy and Daddy." Once again, she laughed cynically. "I used to 
wonder why it was so hard for people to just not have sex. When 
you know it's the wrong time of the month, just don't have sex. 
Simple, right?"

I quickly realized it was a rhetorical question and remained 
silent.

"Well, now I understand. It's _not_ so simple." She paused for a 
moment and her eyes practically glowed with lust. "I want you 
_so_ bad right now."

I nodded.

To my surprise, she reached between us, pulled her hips back, and 
grasped my shaft. In an instant, my hard-on went from the frigid 
water to the molten depths of her pussy. She was as tight as 
ever, and had to work her way onto my thickness, but she did it 
without hesitation.

"Are you sure?" I asked skeptically.

"Very sure. Just warn me if you have to come," she said 
breathlessly, her eyes closed. She breathed deeply a few times, 
her nostrils flaring.

I studied her face as she did, watching with fascination as her 
eyelids turned darker pink and her face flushed slightly. Her 
breathing grew deeper and more regular as she merely sat on my 
lap, impaled on my erection.

"Now I know what it's like to feel a need deep inside, one that I 
can't control," she said softly. "I used to read about women 
_yearning_ for men, and I didn't really understand. Oh, sure, I 
understood it intellectually, but not here," she said, touching 
her stomach, "not in my belly. Now I know." She paused and took 
another deep breath.

"At night," she said, "sometimes I lie awake and think what it'd 
be like to sleep with you, to wake up in the middle of the night 
and feel you next to me. After you drop me off at the camper, I 
can still smell you, and it makes me feel... it makes me feel like 
I'm _yours_, and that's the way it's supposed to be. It takes me 
a long time to get to sleep lately, because I'm thinking about 
you, about what you feel like, about how you look at me when you 
tell me you love me.

"I think about what it feels like to have you inside me, to have 
you filling me up. Sometimes, my jaw gets sore when I suck you, 
but I kinda like the feeling. It reminds me that I've made you 
feel good. Even afterward, I'll move my mouth and feel the 
tension, and know you're happy. I lie awake and imagine what it's 
like when we're together, what your skin feels like, the sound of 
your heart as I lay my head on your chest, the rhythm of your 
breathing."

She opened her cornflower blue eyes and gazed into mine. "Now I 
know what it's like to need someone," she said, "to _yearn_ for 
someone. Now I know what it's like to be full--full of love, and 
full of a man." Then she blinked and grinned shyly. "Did you know 
that my orgasms are stronger when you're inside me?" Without 
waiting for me to answer, she continued. "They are. I used to... 
um... I used to masturbate, and it was always good when I came, but 
now..." She sighed and grinned unabashedly.

"Now, when I want you, and I can't have you, " she said, "I play 
with myself--mostly at night or early in the morning when I can't 
sleep--but when I come, it's not the same. I miss you filling me 
up, even though I'm so small... you know... in there..." Her shy grin 
was back. "Even though I'm so small and you're so thick, I want 
you inside me when I come. I miss it when you're not." She 
grinned again, more confidently this time.

"So now I know," she said. "When I read those books and the 
heroine 'trails her fingers into the dewy recesses of her secret 
place,'" she said with mocking grin, "and wishes she had her man... 
Now I know what it's about. Because I feel that way."

I nodded sagely, suiting my demeanor to hers. Then I grinned 
affectionately. "Sometimes," I teased, "you think too much."

Before she could protest, I began rocking my hips, moving my 
hardness inside her. She moaned softly and clutched herself to my 
chest, burying her face in the hollow of my neck. Soon, she began 
rocking against me as well, our bodies moving in synch. I knew it 
would take me a while to come, so I relaxed and made sure it was 
good for her. We rocked together for a long time, gently at 
first, but building toward something more urgent.

I felt the spasms of her building orgasm, and held her hips 
against mine. Her cold-hardened nipples pressed into my chest and 
she whimpered, wordlessly begging me to continue. When I started 
moving again, it was slower, more languid. The cold water rushing 
around us chilled our heated skin, sending flashes of conflicting 
sensations along our nerve paths. But there were no conflicting 
sensations from where our bodies were joined, and her molten heat 
threatened to overwhelm me.

With a quiver, she rocked against me, her clit rubbing the hard 
base of my shaft, driving her higher. She clutched me tighter as 
her pussy did the same to my manhood. I could feel the trembling 
need in her limbs as she hugged herself to my chest. Then she 
lightly bit my shoulder, wordlessly mewling. Her movements became 
erratic and the flowing water rippled around us as she 
frantically ground her hips against mine.

Finally, she tensed up and I felt her pussy grip my shaft. I 
thrust upward, trying to bury myself deeper within her heaving 
body. She bit down on my shoulder again, muffling the sound of 
her insistent whimpers. Then her orgasm peaked and she suddenly 
stopped moving. Her internal muscles rippled along my length, 
convulsing with the sheer intensity of her release.

When she finally relaxed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch 
her breath, I smiled and kissed her smooth, tanned shoulder. Then 
I held her in silence as she cried softly. I knew they were tears 
of love, tears of joy, so I simply pulled her against my body and 
crooned softly in her ear.

After several minutes she pulled back. Her smile was wan but full 
of warmth as she leaned in to kiss me tenderly. We kissed for 
several minutes, simply enjoying the pleasure of each other's 
lips. Her pussy spasmed with aftershocks several times, and she 
nearly jumped with each one. My cock was still very hard, and 
still buried within her, so she pulled back and gazed at me.

"Do you want me to... um... finish you off?" she asked.

"Do you want to?"

Her answering smile left little doubt.

"How?" I asked.

"How do you want me to?"

"How do _you_ want to?"

She paused to consider. "You could come on my tits," she 
suggested tentatively. "Unless you want me to suck you off. I'll 
do that if you want me to."

"Today seems to be the day for coming on tits."

She grinned shyly.

"Do you want me to?" I asked.

She enthusiastically nodded. "I dunno why," she said, "but I like 
the feeling when your come splatters on my chest. I guess it's 
because most guys stare at my tits, so I kinda like knowing that 
you're the only guy who gets to do more than just stare."

"I like it too," I said with quiet excitement.

With that, we moved toward the rocks near the falls. I scooted up 
while she knelt in front of me. At first, she sucked me, wrapping 
her tongue around the head and teasing me with her lips. Her 
technique was very different from Gina's, more relaxed and more 
sensuous, and I luxuriated in the attention.

All too soon, however, I was ready to shoot. She sensed it and 
started stroking me, my cock aimed at her breasts. The first 
spurt landed squarely in the valley between them. As she pumped 
me, the subsequent spurts made glistening white tracks across her 
upper chest. When my orgasm finally subsided, she sat forward and 
rubbed the tip of my erection against her nipple, smearing it 
with come. Then she switched to her other nipple and circled it 
with my glans. I gasped at the sensation, but she merely grinned.

When she finally released me, I sagged back with a heavy sigh. 
She cupped her breasts, pushing them up and together. In the 
valley created, my semen began to pool. With thumbs and 
forefingers, she twisted her nipples and smirked at me.

"Do you like my frosted tits?" she asked.

"I like 'em with frosting or without."

"I like the frosted variety, myself." Then she turned 
philosophical. "Sometimes, having big tits is a real pain in the 
butt. But other times, like now, I'm really glad I have them."

"Me _too_," I said with an insufferable grin.

-----

"How long was I 'sleep?" Gina asked.

Kendall and I looked up from our quiet conversation. We'd taken 
our towels out to the sunny edge of the rim wall and had been 
soaking up rays while we talked.

"An hour," I said, looking at my watch. "Maybe an hour and a 
half."

"What time is it now?" she asked with a yawn.

"Almost two."

"What time do we have to head back?"

"We need to be on the trail by three."

"Why'd you let me sleep so long?" she asked grumpily as she sat 
upright and rubbed her eyes.

"I dunno," I said. "We just did. Next time, I'll ask for a wake-
up call."

"No, no, I'm fine," she said with another yawn.

Kendall looked at me and then gestured with her chin toward Gina. 
I nodded and got to my feet. Gina looked up when I stepped close. 
I extended a hand to help her up and then pulled her to her feet. 
Then I scooped her into my arms and waded into the cold water of 
the pool. She began protesting before she even touched the water, 
so I stopped and turned around.

"I'll wake up at my own speed," she said testily. "Um... sorry," 
she said a moment later. "I didn't mean to snap at you."

I nodded and set her back on her feet.

"Let's just go back down to the rock," she suggested. "I wanna go 
for a swim, but I wanna wade in slowly."

Before I could answer, Kendall stood up and gathered our towels. 
Gina smiled gratefully, yawned again, and folded up the blanket. 
While she gathered the rest of our things, I lifted the raft-cum-
mattress onto my head. Then we started down the hill.

During our swim, Gina woke up completely and became much more 
cheerful. She even apologized for being a grump at the top of the 
falls. I smiled and pulled her against me, treading water with 
one arm. She apologized again, quietly, and kissed me contritely.

She said she wanted to float around on the raft for a while--with 
me, of course--so I retrieved it from the flattop rock. Kendall 
could tell by the look in Gina's eye what she was _really_ 
interested in, so she told us she wanted to read for a while.

Once on the raft, Gina and I drifted toward the center of the 
lake. Predictably, she wanted to fool around. I was more than 
happy to oblige her, so she started sucking me while I played 
with her pussy. After several minutes, she straddled my hips and 
began riding me. I simply enjoyed myself by fondling her breasts 
and tweaking her nipples while she rose and fell, impaling 
herself on my shaft.

When I began to get worked up, I rolled us over, threw her legs 
over my shoulders, and started pounding into her. In this 
position, I could thrust very deeply, and she started moaning and 
thrashing her head side-to-side. Her internal muscles tightened 
up in a mini-orgasm, but I never slowed down.

Finally, I turned her over, pulled her to her hands and knees, 
and entered her from behind. Water sloshed over the edge of the 
raft, but we didn't care. As soon as I began thrusting, she cried 
out in pleasure. Then she threw her head back and screamed. I 
gripped her hips and rammed into her, our bodies making a 
slapping sound each time we connected. The whole time, she held 
herself up with one hand and tugged on her nipples with the 
other.

Then her orgasm hit, hard and fast. She screamed when it did. Her 
pussy clutched at my shaft, but I didn't slow my pace. I simply 
reached forward, grabbed her shoulders, and pulled myself into 
her, over and over again. The sensations in her pussy must have 
overwhelmed her, because she squirmed around--off my cock--and 
quickly turned toward me.

Her lips sought my slippery manhood and then locked around the 
head. She wrapped her fingers around the base and started pumping 
me frantically, rotating her hand as she did. After several 
minutes, I felt the familiar tingling of my impending orgasm. 
With a low grunt, I held her head as semen gushed over her 
tongue. She moaned around my shaft and swallowed greedily.

When we finally collapsed, panting, she grinned at me, completely 
sated. I straightened my legs and began to un-kink my muscles as 
my breathing slowly returned to normal.

Finally, I looked at my watch. Luckily, we had about five minutes 
before we needed to leave, but we still had all our gear to pack. 
I rolled to my hands and knees, kissed her soundly, then slipped 
into the water.

"We gotta get going," I said.

"Oh. Okay."

With strong scissor-kicks, I propelled us toward the flattop 
rock. Gina turned around on the raft so her head was pointed 
toward mine and then lounged idly. I playfully splashed her, but 
saved most of my concentration for maneuvering the raft. Kendall 
stood up as she heard us draw near.

"Don't worry," she said. "I've got all our stuff cleaned up and 
ready to pack."

We chatted as I quickly dried myself and then the raft. Then I 
deflated it, rolled it up, and stuffed it into the bottom of the 
backpack. Everything else went in on top of it, and we were ready 
to go in ten minutes. We'd have to hike a little quicker, but 
we'd make it back on time.

As we walked, I thought about the day so far. Gina had relapsed a 
little, but not badly. And Kendall had smoothly interceded on my 
behalf. I was looking forward to the party at Susan's, but I had 
no idea what our families had planned.

And even though I knew the day would ultimately end, I didn't 
want it to. I wasn't ready to start missing Gina yet. The month 
we'd been together, minus her week-long lapse in sanity, seemed 
like the blink of an eye. How would we handle being separated? 
How soon could I fly to Charleston? When would I see her again? I 
firmly thrust those thoughts aside and concentrated on putting 
one foot in front of the other.

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