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RIVER GIRL m/f m/f first times,mast/fantasy/voy
By Typoman
Edited by Harry.
During my late junior high school years, a
friend of mine and I rode our 10 speed bicycles
from the middle of Mesa out to the Verde River.
Phon D. Sutton point was the first place where
people could turn off the road and get to the
river and that was where we stopped. My friend
Karl and I met a whole group of retired people
who lived there for the most part. They used
the spot as a practically rent free place to
live with their limited incomes. The folks were
very friendly and just loved to talk to
strangers. We only stayed for the afternoon,
but had a great time.
Karl was a bit chunky and had just moved
to Arizona from Minnesota with his family. He
wasn't all that acclimatized to the warm spring
days in the Valley of the Sun. School would be
letting out for the summer and Karl and I were
looking forward to starting High School in the
fall. Before we left on our long ride back home
Karl and I got the idea of riding back out to
Sutton Point and camping a couple of days.
As luck would have it Karl wimped out on
me as the time of our departure grew near. He
had a rough time handling the ride back and I
halfway expected him to renege on our plans,
but I still got pissed at him. I was determined
to go, even if it would have to be on my own.
The biggest stumbling block to going it alone
was that there was no way I could take all the
stuff I needed for camping all by myself. My
mother saved the day when she agreed to meet me
at the river with all the camping stuff I
needed.
Tuesday morning arrived and I took off on
my bicycle with only my backpack. I had
appropriated a bottle of peppermint schnapps
from the storeroom of the steakhouse that I
worked at and had the bottle with me along with
my water, a snack and a few choice dirty
magazines.
My mother was waiting for me at the Sutton
Point turnoff and helped my unload my stuff at
a great camping spot right next to the river.
She took off after extracting promises about
being careful. I stood there waving goodbye
until she was out of sight then set up the four
man pop tent that was too heavy and bulky for
Karl and I to take on our bicycles. It weighed
45 pounds as compared to the little 8 pound two
man backpacking tent that we had planned to
bring. The pop tent was a really great tent. It
stood about 5 feet tall and used fiberglass
rods to hold itself up. An adult could almost
stand up in the pop tent. If dirt or sand got
inside it all anyone had to do was to take out
whatever was inside, unzip the door net and
flap, then lift up the tent with the door
towards the bottom and shake all the dirt out.
Stakes weren't necessary so moving the tent to
a more desirable spot was a cinch. After
setting up camp, I set off in search of
firewood. The spot that I had picked was well
away from the group of retired folks that Karl
and I had met a couple of months earlier. When
I went by the area where they camped, none of
the people that Karl and I had met earlier were
there. When I asked some of the new old timers
they told me that every couple of months, they
had to move to another spot. The rules of the
forestry service were set up so that people
couldn't squat in the same place forever, but
all they had to do was move to one of the many
other places down the road to be legal. So all
the old timers just moved up and down the Verde
and Salt River's camping areas and stayed there
year round.
Firewood was pretty scarce because of the
constant use of the camping area. I had to
wander quite a way downstream to find anything
worthwhile. I had been dragging several large
branches back to my camp when I decided to cool
off in the river. Naturally I was still fully
dressed and had left my cutoffs back at camp.
There wasn't a soul in sight so I stripped down
to my BVD's and started wading into the cool
water. Luckily I had the forethought of putting
on my old sneakers that I had saved for just
such a purpose because the rocky bottom of the
river was loaded with broken bottles.
"Ahh, what the hell!" I said out loud to
the empty wilderness. I shucked my undies off
and threw them on top the heap of clothes I had
left on the bank. My 15 year-old cock came to
attention right away when the slightly naughty
thrill of my nakedness came to mind. Cold water
hitting my balls didn't even knock down the
blue steel five and a half incher that stood
proudly from my crotch. After the water was
past my navel, I ducked completely under the
water then stood up quickly, whooping and
hollering to the empty Manzanita forest. The
shock of the cold water felt great along with
the private joy of being on my own with nobody
to scold me for my nakedness.
After I got my share of swimming and
wading, I stopped and took in my surroundings.
I was one happy teen-ager, standing chest deep
in the cold river with my youthful erection.
The best part of my life was ahead of me. I
felt the familiar nibbling of fish on my legs
occasionally. When one little scaly rascal
nibbled my nut sack I jumped, then laughed. My
hand went to my woody and squeezed, then slowly
started stroking up and down.
My mind wandered back to the time when my
Dad took my three older brothers and I on a
hiking trip into the White Mountains. Even
though I was just as much a virgin as I still
was standing in the river, I had gotten
incredibly horny. The bark on the Aspen trees
that we hiking through had marks where the
trees had shed their lower branches. They
started looking like pussies to my fertile mind
and I just had to do something about it. My
regular masturbation schedule had been forced
to a dead stop because of the close confines of
the little tents we carried. From on top of
Mount Baldy we chose one of the many little
lakes we could see from our 9,600-foot vantage-
point. I thought my Dad was crazy and was sure
that we would get lost when he took a compass
reading and broke away from the trail that we
had followed.
After a day and a half of following my
Dad's compass we came onto the little road that
led to Hurricane Lake. We were only a half-mile
off after hiking up and down the many ridges on
the way to the lake. Those ridges were the
worst part. Instead of climbing straight up
those ridges, we had to walk almost parallel to
their direction. The tilt of the land meant
that we would hike for hours on tilted ground
with our ankles straining to hold us up. Once
we finally made the top of the ridge, then we
had to walk slightly downhill with the same
sideways ankle torturing tilt in the opposite
direction. Had my father given into my logic of
going the shortest route up the ridge then
following the compass, no telling where we
would have ended up.
We spent an entire day and night at
Hurricane Lake, enjoying fresh trout and
resting up from the rough hiking we had done. I
walked by myself into the forest, took off
every stitch of clothing I had on and
feverishly spanked my monkey. After a few
minutes I did it again, but taking my own sweet
time.
As my mind went back to the naked taboo
act in the White Mountains, my hand went to my
teenaged cock with the familiarity of a long
partnership. I waded out of the river and
spread my pants and shirt out to protect my
back, took a leisurely piss in the river then
laid down. As a precaution, I listened to the
surroundings to be sure I was alone. Once
satisfied, I started slowly massaging my tool.
After a while my mind went to one of my
favorite true sexual adventures. I only had to
embellish the ending of the time that I almost
got to third base with Colleen McKenna.
Cheryl McKenna lived at the dairy across
the road from my parent's farm. She was my age
and had one hell of a set of ta-ta's. She was
sweet on me too and it was only going to be a
matter of time before I got brave enough to
make out with her. Much to my chagrin, her
cousin Colleen had come to spend the entire
summer with her. Colleen was at least three
years younger than I was and as flat as a
board. When my brother and I would go riding,
Cheryl always rode behind me. That all changed
with the arrival of Colleen. My asshole brother
insisted that Colleen ride with me and Cheryl
reluctantly agreed with him.
I tried my damnedest to discourage the
almost immediate crush that Colleen had on me.
The girl was way too young to want to try the
things I wanted to do, or so I thought. After
about a month of putting up with the little
girl with no tits clinging to me, my asshole
brother suggested we go into an orange orchard
we were riding by and make out. Cheryl agreed
right away, but I said no because Colleen was
too young. To make a long story short, Colleen
insisted that she was old enough.
Determined to show Colleen just what she
was getting into I grudgingly took her hand and
headed into a secluded spot. I couldn't have
cared less whether my actions hurt Colleen's
feelings or not. My supposed real girlfriend
was somewhere in the same citrus grove making
out with my very own brother!
Colleen started eagerly kissing me almost
as soon as we lay down together. Her lips were
tight against her teeth and it almost hurt when
we kissed. Being only about 10 years old, she
figured that making out was just kissing. She
got quite a shock when I felt her flat chest,
but didn't protest. Because she had nothing on
her chest I went right for the crotch of her
jeans, fully expecting her to get scared and
stop me.
The already prepared, "See! I told you
that you were too young!" words would never
have the satisfaction of passing my lips.
Colleen's body stiffened in surprise but she
had figured out my strategy and countered my
brash groping with her submission.
I took the challenge one step further and
unbuttoned her blouse and exposed her flat
chest. I didn't even have so much as an inkling
of an erection until my eyes fell upon the
bumps on Colleen's chest. The evidence that her
young body had started it's struggle into
puberty. Colleen blushed and apologized for
being so flat up there. Like an asshole, I
agreed with the assessment of her chest that
she admitted.
Even though Colleen had only dollar
pancake sized swells, her nipples were a lot
larger in diameter than I was expecting. They
stood erect like scaled down pencil erasers,
eagerly awaiting my attention. I felt a twitch
of excitement in my pants. My attitude began
to change about the slightly scared but willing
girl in my arms.
Colleen took in a sharp breath when I
leaned in and put my mouth over one of her
little nipples. I was still bound and
determined to prove just how young and
unprepared she really was when it came to boys
and sex. I had done a lot of thinking, and had
worked out a plan of action if I were to make
out with a girl. I would go very slowly, giving
her plenty of time to stop my advances. My plan
would also give me time to build up the courage
that I would need to actually go farther,
slowly strengthening my fragile ego. With
Colleen, it didn't actually matter whether she
stopped my brash advances or allowed me to
continue. As a matter of fact, I was almost
positive that when I boldly ventured to third
base, Colleen would draw the line right there
and stop me.
While still suckling on her nipple I
reached down and unsnapped her pants, then
pulled down her zipper. I used enough force to
be sure that Colleen would have no doubt as to
what my intentions were. Without giving her the
time to say no I slipped my hand into her
pants. When I felt Colleen's body stiffen, I
knew that she was getting nervous. Sensing that
victory was near, I decided to bypass the usual
half step of feeling her pussy from the outside
of her panties. My fingers slipped under the
elastic band of her panties and downward, to
the soft fatty pad of flesh of her mons. When I
explored a little farther, my middle finger
found the top of the cleft between her labia. I
couldn't easily get my hand any farther down
her pants because her tightly closed legs
blocked my progress.
My own 12-year-old cock had just a little
ring of pubes at the base. From what I could
feel of Colleen's pussy, it was totally
hairless, as I had suspected. I briefly
considered trying to force my hand further down
her pants but the voice of my hormone-enhanced
reasoning spoke up.
It said, "Hey you idiot! Here you are with
your hand down a girl's pants for the first
time! You can even feel just a little of her
pussy! She may be a little young, but so far
she's let you do whatever you wanted! Stay
right where you are and explore what you've won
already. You know she'll open her legs and let
you go there if you give her a little time to
get used to the idea!"
I stopped sucking her nipple and tenderly
kissed her lips, then spoke my first tender
words. "You're so soft and smooth down there
Colleen! I guess I was wrong about you. You
know, being too young and stuff."
Colleen smiled, "I told you so Eric!"
I looked into her eyes while my fingers
explored the territory I had conquered so far.
Colleen attempted to gauge my intentions before
giving more ground.
Finally she asked, "Eric, do you want to
really go all the way?" Her carefully
constructed sentence had just a hint of "Yes
you can fuck me if you only would start
treating me nicer.", but more of "I'll let you
do just about anything but that."
I told her, "No Colleen, we don't have to
do that."
As I lay there on the bank of the Verde
River, the true recall stopped with my hand
down Colleen's pants only to be stopped short
by my brother and Cheryl's noisy approach. The
pace of my masturbation gained its tempo as my
imagination kicks in.
Colleen smiles a little worriedly and
parts her legs just enough to allow my fingers
to work about half way down her little pussy.
My middle finger presses inward gently and is
met with wetness. She holds me tighter and
shivers slightly when I find her button and
press on it. Her breath quickens in my ear and
she lets herself float with the pleasure,
opening her legs enough for more freedom. Now
the tightness of her blue jeans is the only
resistance against my hand. I work my fingers a
little farther down and find the source of her
moisture. My finger slipped between her pussy
lips and found the opening of her pussy.
Colleen flinches a little when my finger
hits the limits of her virginity.
I asked, "I'm sorry Colleen, did that
hurt?"
"Kind of Eric. It feels more strange than
hurting."
"Okay, I'll be more careful then. I really
want to see what you look like down there, can
we take your pants off?"
"Okay Eric, But I don't have any hair down
there yet so don't laugh!"
"That's okay Colleen, I only have a little
bit myself so far."
I sat up and pulled her sneakers off, then
started working her pants down past her slim
hips, pausing for a moment as her hairless
labia came into view. I slipped off my tee
shirt so her butt wouldn't have to be laying in
the dirt under the grassless shade of the
orange tree we had chosen.
Colleen demurely covered her privates with
her hands as I worked her jeans down her legs
then completely off. When I gently took her
hands away, she pressed her legs together
tightly. From where I knelt, I could see the
slightly protruding bulge of her mons and the
juncture at the top of her labia. Gentle
pressure from my hands slowly parted her legs.
The gradual unveiling of her most private place
really turning me on as Colleen allowed her
legs to be spread apart a little bit at a time.
My wide-eyed expression gave Colleen the
approval she wanted of her private beauty. I
moved slowly between her legs and lay on my
stomach, caressing the smooth pinkish folds of
her center with the back of my hand. It was
hard to tell whether she knew my intentions as
I moved in closer. I was hoping she thought my
closeness was for a better look. I had
fantasized and planned what I wanted to do
next, but wasn't sure how a girl would answer
if I asked permission ahead of time. Getting a
blow-job was high on my list of priorities that
I wanted to experience, so why not be the first
one to show my willingness to please in the
same way?
The taste from Colleen's pussy remained a
blank to me, even with my eyes closed. One
can't conjure up a sensation they have yet to
experience. My fantasy was getting to the grand
finale. I switched from the teasing strokes I
was giving to my cock and balls. I wrapped my
fingers around my cock and started the methodic
up and down motion I had come to know and love
so well.
Colleen gave out a surprised gasp when my
tongue pushed its way between the folds of her
pussy and found the slightly protruding button
towards the top of her cleft. She started to
protest that I would do such a disgusting thing
as placing my tongue in the same place where
she peed. After the good feelings hit her, she
started having the somewhat sketchy orgasm that
I had only heard and read about.
I could feel the familiar buildup of
sensations that my own hand was giving me, so I
had to do a quick fast forward through the rest
of my fantasy.
I moved back beside Colleen and pulled
down my pants. She gasped and covered her mouth
with a hand when I pulled my underwear down and
my cock sprang out. She said that she had never
seen a boner before. I took her hand and guided
it to my cock, then showed her how to jack me
off. I tried to slow my own jack-hammering
motion down to prolong my fantasy but it was
too late for that. Colleen's imaginary hand
matched my rhythm perfectly. My legs tensed up
as I tried to hold back the inevitable gush of
semen for as long as I could. Moments before my
cock erupted with a vengeance I imagined
Colleen putting her mouth over my cock and
bobbing her head up and down while I shot wad
after wad of goo into her mouth.
The last fragments of Colleen swallowing,
then lifting her head away from my cock and
smiling at me drifted away. I opened my eyes to
see how much I had shot. My sperm squirted far
enough to hit my chin only three times before,
and this was one of those times. My body
relaxed and my hand slowly fell away from my
cock. I had just experienced the most powerful
and longest lasting orgasm of my youthful life.
It was definitely not the three to five second
blasts that I had become so accustomed to when
I jerked off in my bed at home. There was at
least three times my usual amount of sperm
slowly thinning out and spreading. There was
puddles and stringers of jism from my belly to
my nipples, not to mention the one that got my
chin.
I figured that the intensity of my orgasm
must have been because I had done it right out
in the open. The risk of getting caught was
much more likely than in the privacy of my
locked bedroom.
As I leisurely milked up the last remnants
of ejaculate from my slowly deflating cock I
heard the distinct sound of a horse blowing
through its nostrils almost directly behind me.
In an instant I jumped up and ran back into the
water, stopping only when I was waist deep. I
spun around wondering why a horse would be
running around loose at the river.
Much to my dismay, the horse wasn't loose.
There was a rider, a young girl sitting astride
the horse. She looked to be maybe 12 or 13
years old as far as I could tell. Her blondish
hair was stringy and dirty looking. The dress
she wore looked to be about two sizes too
small, judging by how short it was and the way
it hugged her body so tightly. It looked like
it was yellow in color but was now dirty and
faded.
When she moved her horse to the edge of
the water I could even see a light film of dirt
on her sun-browned legs and arms. I was trying
to read her face, to possibly gauge how much of
my stupid solo act she had witnessed when she
spoke.
"Are you the one that was looking for
firewood? My Grampa sent me off to see if'n you
might be needin' help."
I was still more than a little flustered
when I asked, "How long were you spying on me
before your horse gave you away?"
The dark skin on her face flushed a
little, but she gave me a bold retort. "Well
for one thing I didn't go sneaking up on you if
that's what you're figgerin! I been here long
enough to see everything you got!" She paused
for a moment. "And this ain't my horse neither!
Hoss just kinda lives around here like the rest
of us folk.."
I looked at the bridle the girl was using.
Someone who knew horses had made the bridle out
of a length of rope. My only hope was that the
girl hadn't seen me spanking my monkey. If she
had seen me, she was at least kind enough not
to rub it in my face. I don't know whether it
was the hospitality that she offered or her ice
cream scoop sized breasts that made me decide
to back down from my original thought of
chasing her off. I calmed myself then said,
"Hoss huh? That's a good name."
"Well that's the name I gave him and he
seems to like it. I don't know what his real
name is. Gramps said that pretty soon the
rightful owner'll come a looking for him. Until
he does though, Gramps don't see no harm in
riding him, neither do I of course and Hoss
must like bein ridden cause he's always a
hangin' round camp. I hope the owner takes his
time a lookin for him cause there ain't nobody
around here my age. It was getting kinda boring
around here for me till I found him. Oh, by the
way my name's Cheri, what's yours?"
"I'm Eric, glad to meet you Cheri".
I started to come out of the water to
shake hands but remembered my naked condition
and stopped in the nick of time. Cheri noticed
my mistake before I caught myself. Her hopeful
expression showed slight disappointment that
she didn't get another look at my nakedness.
Colleen said, "I just turned 13 last
month. How old are you Eric?"
"Who me? I'm uh 16, or I will be in a
couple of months. I'll finally be starting High
School in the fall. What grade are you in?"
"Fifth grade I guess. I missed a year
since my Grandpa had to come and get me. Gramps
says that maybe I can start school again next
fall. Since my daddy went to heaven, it's just
been Gramps and I."
"I'm sorry to hear about that Cheri. I
hope things will turn out okay for you guys."
Cheri smiled, "Gramps taking me to raise
is about the best thing that coulda' happened
to me! We take good care of each other too. My
daddy was meaner'n dirt and took the belt to my
backside just about every time he come home
drunk. You remember seein' an old green pickup
with a big white camper on the back? That's my
Grandpa's truck."
"Oh okay. He's the guy with the big fluffy
white beard right?"
"Yeah, That's him." Cheri's eyes scanned
the river for a moment as she thought to
herself. Then she said, "Well, I brought some
rope so we can drag some wood back to your
tent. You ready to go now Eric?"
I said, "Uh, Yeah, I just gotta get
dressed and I'll be ready."
We stood there looking at one another,
waiting each other out. Finally Cheri asked me,
"I guess you don't want me lookin huh?"
"Cheri!" I asked. "What would your grandpa
say if he found out I exposed myself to you?"
Cheri smiled devilishly, "I can keep a
secret Eric, besides who's gonna tell on me?
Ain't I been real hospitable so far? I coulda
mentioned a coupla things back when I first
laid eyes on you, but I didn't now did I?
The realization that she had seen me while
I was choking my chicken almost floored me. I
stood there slack-jawed, not knowing whether to
run and hide or just die right then and there.
Cheri cast her eyes downwards. "I'm sorry
Eric, I shoulda just kept my trap shut. It's
none of my damn business anyway."
She looked back to me. "I ain't never seen
one that was all primed and ready like yours
was. I mean.....Oh shoot, I done it again! I
guess what I wanted to say is that I gotta
sneak off sometimes too! You know, whenever I
get..... well, you know. Gramps bed is within
an arms reach of me and he sleeps like a bird!
I tried doin it once and he woke up! If he'd a
said something I'da died right then and there!"
I felt better after her admission. I told
her, "It's okay Cheri, but a guy just can't
stand up and show a girl his privates,
especially when it's....I mean like it was when
you saw it."
Cheri smiled then said, "Oh! You mean it
done got all standy up again! If'n I was a boy
and I had one as big as your'n, I'd be right
proud of it, but I ain't no boy neither. I kin
just ride off a ways and you kin call out when
you're proper. How's that sound?"
"Cheri, it's not that I don't want to!
It's just.....Well what would you do if a
stranger catches you in the river without your
clothes on? Then he asks you to just walk right
out in front of him completely naked?"
She pondered only momentarily then smiled
knowingly. "I rekon that'd all depend on who's
doin' the askin'. Why don't you go and ask me
what I'd do if'n it was you that was doin' the
askin'?"
There it was, the opening any smart boy
would jump right on and see where it leads. I
however, was too scared to go that route. I
took the chicken's way out and got belligerent.
I regretted my words before they came pouring
out of my mouth.
"All right little miss smarty pants! Why
don't you just go ahead and take off all your
clothes then? Come on, its time to either put
up or shut up!"
Cheri set her jaw. "No Eric I ain't gonna
do it now! Not since you're bein' so snotty to
me all of a sudden!"
"Yeah that's just what I thought you'd do
little girl."
Cheri's eyes watered momentarily, but she
straightened her shoulders then turned her
horse and rode away without saying another
word.
For a few moments I felt like I had won a
victory by making the girl back down. I got out
of the water and started getting dressed. As I
slipped into my Levi's, I started feeling like
a complete heel. The girl may be dirt poor, but
she's got a lot of pride. All she was doing was
a little harmless flirting. Here I was all by
myself at the river and I meet a girl who's
interested in me. What the hell did I do about
it? I chased her off! What an idiot!
Just as I was pulling my tee shirt over my
head I heard the approach of Cheri's horse.
When I turned our eyes met. We were quiet for a
moment, hoping the other person would speak up
first. Cheri was giving me a second chance. I
started seeing her under a new light. Under all
that dirt Cheri was a great looking girl. Not
only that, she was honest and open when she
talked to me. It was up to me now and I knew
that second chances don't happen all that
often.
I finally broke the ice. "Cheri, I was way
out of line a couple of minutes ago. Do you
think we could, well maybe we could kinda
start over again?"
Cheri fidgeted a little on Hoss's back.
She looked to the ground and said, "No Eric. It
ain't your fault. Gramps tells me all the time
that I go after things like I was killing
snakes or something. If I hadn'ta been so
pushy, you wouldn'ta needed to get defensive
like you done."
"That's okay Cheri. I should have taken
your interest as a compliment. It's just that I
get hard-ons all the time. My Dad says that it
happens to all guys when they get to be about
my age. It seems like almost every time I get
one in class, the teacher calls on me or
there's some other reason why I gotta stand up.
Then if one of the girls notices my problem
they'd start whispering to each other and
giggling. So I spend a lot of time trying to
hide it when it happens. I've never gotten
caught with a tent in my pants so far, but I
know a couple of other guys that it happened
to. A guy's boner is kinda personal. When it's
not hard, nobody can tell how big or small it
really is. It's hard to explain, especially to
a girl."
"I think I get what you're drivin', at
Eric. I ain't the gigglin' or whisperin' type
though."
Cheri swung one leg over Hoss's neck then
slipped off his back. She glanced at my eyes
to see if I had seen the free panty show she
gave me. Her smile told me that she wanted me
to look and that my slight embarrassment also
pleased her. As she smiled I wondered if she
knew just how much she had actually shown me
during the instant that she had lifted her leg
over Hoss's neck. The panties she wore were
more than a bit too small for her. They hugged
her butt and pussy like a second skin. I
expected them to be as dirty as her dress, but
they weren't. The well-worn crotch, was a
little wet from sweat. The thin cloth molded to
the shape of her pussy lips and allowed just a
hint of pinkish transparency through the
material. When she swung her leg up and over,
the material of the crotch of her panties was
not wide enough to cover her pussy. I had all I
could do to keep my jaw from dropping when I
got a glimpse of about half of one her hairless
labia.
Cheri walked over to the pile of branches
I had gathered and squatted down with her rope
in hand to tie them together. She was facing
towards me with her feet planted together, but
that didn't stop the show she was giving me.
Her dress was so short that I could see her
white panties at her hips, plus her crotch
through the gap between her legs. As a finale
Cheri shifted one knee to the ground to reach
for the last and largest branch. I went over to
help her drag it on top of the pile, squatting
directly in front of her. After a quick glance
at me, she opened her legs just enough to make
the movement seem natural. My eyes were glued
to the open space between her legs and the
white strip of cotton that covered her pussy.
After she finished tying the knot that held all
the branches together, I stood up then held my
hand out to help her stand.
She took my hand and stood up, then looked
at me worriedly, "You ain't afraid of horses
are you Eric?"
"Not at all Cheri. As a matter of fact we
have 16 Welsh ponies on our farm. Does that
answer your question?"
She grinned, "You're a farm boy?"
"Well not exactly, we live in town. My
dad's a doctor and he does the farming. My Mom
breeds the ponies. Naturally, I'm the one that
has to help with both."
Cheri smiled her approval, "Fair enough
Eric! Why don't you hop on up first and I'll
hand you the rope then I'll mount up behind
you."
Taking my cue, I went over to Hoss and
patted his neck and spoke a few soothing words
to the old gelding. Cheri grabbed the reins
while I hopped onto his back. I took the loose
end of the rope and Hoss's rains from Cheri,
stiffened my ankle then patted my lower leg.
Cheri smiled at seeing my gesture. It was
something that only fellow horseman that are
used to riding bareback would know. She took my
hand, planted her foot on the top of mine, and
then hoisted herself up behind me. We both knew
full well that I would be getting quite a
visual treat before Cheri raised her foot to my
instep in order to mount up behind me. She
looked me in the eyes and lifted her foot and
set it on top of mine and grasped my hand. I
knew that all I had to do was to take my eyes
away from hers and look only slightly downward
to directly see how the crotch of her tight
panties had to shift in order to accommodate
her new leg position. I also knew that she
wouldn't mind, even might have wanted me to
look, but I couldn't. I don't know why, other
than it just seemed like a rude thing to do,
especially while she was watching me.
Cheri paused for a moment, then let go of
my hand and looked down at how her foot was
situated on my instep. She grabbed my heel in
one hand and her foot in the other to
reposition her foot to a slightly better
position. It was a clever ruse to allow me a
momentary direct line of sight look at her
crotch instead of a peripheral one. The
somewhat sketchy patch of lighter colored flesh
that only stood out because if it contrast with
white panties came immediately into clear
focus. It was the entire top half of a single
delightfully pink-tinted labia. The color of
her labia turned into a rosy red as it turned
inward. That was where the crotch of her
twisted askew panty crotch still managed to
hide the rest of her pussy from view. I saw
Cheri's hand heading back towards mine and I
quickly tore my eyes away from her pussy. I
know that I had to look guilty as sin because
that was the way that I felt when I grasped her
hand and pulled. She only glanced at my face
quickly as she rose upwards and deftly seated
herself behind me. I felt a flush of relief
that Cheri was acting like I had not stared at
her pussy or that she had caught me.
Cheri wrapped her arms around me and said,
"My clothes may be dirty, but at least I can
keep my unmentionables clean without those
dirty old men in camp sneakin' around and
lookin' at me when I'm bathing or washing my
dress!"
"What?" Cheri used a round about way of
saying that her panties were at least clean.
Because it was a given fact that I had seen her
panties, I surely must have noticed that they
were a lot cleaner than her dress. My reply was
worded more to keep up the pretense that she
was not flashing, therefore I had not been
looking, rather than to find out the reason for
her remark. Cheri either missed my attempted
evasion, or ignored it.
She replied, "I know how trashy I look
Eric, but it ain't cause I like it! I'm
surprised you even give me the time of day,
seein' as what I look like."
Cheri's admission piqued my interest.
"Well who am I to judge you? Especially after
you saw what I was doing and didn't hold it
against me."
As I dug in my heels and clucked Hoss into
motion Cheri told me about her predicament.
Most of the men around here are good
folks, but there's three or four that scare the
bejesus outta me. They keep looking at me like
they want to eat me up or drag me in the
bushes. There ain't a whole lot I can do about
it neither. They don't try anything where folks
can see cause they know they'd be run outta
camp."
"Did you say anything about it to your
grandpa Cheri?"
"I don't dare Eric! You see folks around
here kinda depend on each other, especially
Gramps. I won't mention their names, but
they're the ones that help us out the most.
It'd break Gramps heart if'n I told him. I just
discovered what the old goats was up to a
coupla weeks back."
"What were they doing then?"
"They was spyin' on me when I took my bath
and washed my dress in the river! One day I got
a creepy feelin and decided to get out of the
river and have a look in the bushes! When I
finally seen where one of em was hidin, he
jumped out and tried to grab me. That's when
the other two come out. I screamed and ran back
to the water. They tried to get me to come out,
sayin' they was just havin' a walk and heard
somethin' and went to check. I don't know how
long they been follerin' me neither! It was so
easy for them to know when I'd go bathe cause
I'd grab my soap and towel like normal and head
to the river. After that it didn't matter how
far I went down river cause I could feel them
following me."
I could tell how upset Cheri was by the
tone of her voice. The poor girl was on the
verge of tears. I asked her, "I can keep a
lookout for you if you wanted to bathe. I
promise not to look either cause of what those
old farts did."
"Would you Eric? That would be wonderful!"
Cheri hugged me from behind. "I ain't ascared
of you. If'n I was I'da never shown you what I
shown you! As a matter of fact I ain't had
nobody wash my back since I left home."
"Cheri leaned in close. "I bet you'd be a
right passable back scrubber if'n I asked you
real nice."
I was getting more accustomed to Cheri's
easy going manner and directness. She wasn't
like any girl that I'd ever been around, both
older and younger. She no longer intimidated me
as much as when I first laid eyes on her. I
knew now that I could entrust my delicate
teenaged ego to her without it becoming
bruised. She was a girl whose words were meant
to be taken and acted upon with honesty. When
she suggested that she would like me to scrub
her back, I knew it wasn't a girlish bluff. I
could picture her completely naked in the river
and myself standing behind her (Wearing
cutoff's) with soap and washcloth in hand.
I asked jokingly, "Who's gonna be the
lookout if I'm in the river with you Cheri? My
eyes won't be scaning the bushes for nasty old
goats if I'm in the river with to you!"
Cheri chuckled, "I know where your eyes'll
be Eric! Besides, I got a plan!"
"A plan?"
"A goodun too Eric! I seen your ma drop
your stuff off, so I figger she packed some
soap and a washcloth, right?"
"Yeah, a couple towels too! Hell she even
made me take a bottle of shampoo too!"
"You got shampoo? Oh Eric, your my hero!"
Cheri laughed and patted my shoulder.
"Anyways, I figger I can just head out of camp
on ol' Hoss like I'm just goin fora ride. I'll
leave all my stuff behind cause that's what
they look for when they see me headin' out.
Those old goats won't suspect a thing till I
come back all squeaky clean!"
"What about your grandpa? He's gonna start
wondering about you and I. Especially if you're
gone a while."
"Eric! Gramps may be old, but he ain't
stupid! Don't you worry about him none."
Cheri's had placed her hands precariously
close to the constant erection that the close
proximity of her body had caused. I almost
creamed my jeans when she laced her fingers
together then let them rest loosely in my lap.
When we had to duck down in order to clear an
overhanging tree branch Cheri tightened her
grip around me. Her interlocked hands pressed
down and discovered the vertical hump in my
pants. I felt the pressure of her contact then
the ever so slight reactionary jerk her body
made when she realized what it was that she had
felt. I think that Cheri was afraid of
embarrassing me because of what I had told her
about boys and their constant boners.
I had been kind of hoping and about half
dreading that Cheri might put her hand or even
hopefully rub the bulge in my pants that held
back my woody. For some reason a sly feel or
accidental contact of my cock through my pants
was a lot different than someone actually
looking at it standing out from my naked body.
Maybe it's the typical seventh through twelfth
grade nightmare of being caught in the school
showers with a boner. To my dismay, Cheri moved
her hands up to my stomach afterwards. Cheri
had been doing most of the talking up until
then, but afterwards she got quiet.
I just had to see if I could get Cheri's
hands back to where they were before. If my
assumption was correct, Cherie would be willing
if I showed her what I wanted. I started
talking about a gelding pony that I used to
have, named "Arizona". As Cheri listened to my
story I reached up and put my hand on her arm
and guided it back downwards. When her
interlocked hands were laying back over my
erection, she turned her head to the side and
nestled her cheek on my back.
"Cheri asked, "What happened to your pony
Eric?"
A short while after I started talking
Cheri pulled her arms in enough so that I could
feel the pressure of her hands against my cock.
I glanced down being careful not to move my
head and saw that she no longer had her fingers
laced together. She had one hand with her
fingers pointing down cupping my balls and the
other was horizontal across my cock.
I told her about when Arizona was sold to
some family whose dumb kid let him have his
head to stop and eat grass whenever he felt
like it. He soon was barn sour too and I had to
back over to their place and break him of his
bad habits. As I talked, Cheri cautiously felt
her way up and down the length of my Levi
incased erection.
Cheri was playing the opposite role that
teenagers sometimes play while at the movies.
The boy would act like he was stretching then
end up with his arm around the girl. As the two
of them pretended to watch the movie he would
ever so carefully inch his hand down as close
as he dared to her breast. If he was brave
enough he might go farther than letting the
tips of his fingers rest against the soft upper
swell of her breast, he would go lower. During
this time the girl pretended to be wrapped up
in watching the movie and not noticing that she
was being ever so lightly felt up. There are
many different variations and degrees to this
game. The girl might place her hand on his leg
to let him know that what he was doing was
okay. She might do exactly what the boy feared
and physically remove his hand from her breast.
Cheri knew that as long as I continued
talking she hadn't stepped over my limits. Of
course the limits for a teenaged boy are far
broader than for a girl. I would have loved it
if she would have taken my cock out and played
with it until I spunked all over Hoss's mane.
As long as I just didn't have to stand there
and strip in front of her with a raging woody
ready to spring out of my pants. Of course
seeing as where her hands were right then, I
probably would have done even that.
I told her about when Arizona ended back
up at our farm for a few months while I tried
to cure his love for the barn. He was a smart
pony and soon figured out that he had to tow
the line while I was riding him, but as soon as
we brought him back to his new home he would do
whatever he damn well pleased.
I finished up telling her how Arizona
developed a really devious trick to unseat me.
If I had him at a lope and he figured that he
was as far away from his pasture as he wanted
to go home, he would somehow take a sudden jog
sideways and I would end up with my face
planted in the dirt. There was no defense for
his trick while riding bareback either. I
always managed to keep hold if his reins so he
never was able to run off. After getting dumped
a few times I lost my love for him. The owners
sold him to someone else and I never saw him
again. By the time I saw the red color of my
tent through the trees, my balls were beginning
to ache. The thickness of my Levi's filtered
out any sensation from Cheri's hands other than
the pressure of her fingers when she
occasionally squeezed me there.
When we arrived at my tent, Cheri and I
dismounted from Hoss's back and untied my load
of firewood. Cheri hopped back on her gelding
and I coiled up the rope then handed it back to
her. Cheri had an eager gleam in her eyes and a
smile that spoke volumes.
"I'll be back in a jiffy Eric! I gotta
tell Gramps that he's gotta fend fer himself
for supper. That way he ain't gonna fret so
much."
"Okay Cheri. I'm gonna bust up some of
this wood for the fire. I should have stuff
ready when you come back."
Cheri gave me a conspiratory grin, then
turned Hoss around and kicked him into a
gallop. I watched her disappear through the
trees, my mind in a daze, wondering what might
happen when she returned. I started breaking up
one of the big branches and making a pile close
by the ring of rocks some previous camper had
made. As I worked, I began to wonder if Cheri
had any more clothing than the one dress that
she had on. Once I had broken enough wood for
the night I went to the box of stuff my mom
insisted on packing for me and opened it. She
sure had loaded me up with all kinds of stuff.
The box contained soap, three towels,
washcloth, shampoo, and some extra clothes
including an old swimming suit. There was other
stuff in there too. I made a mental note to
give Mom an extra hug when she came to pick me
up.
Just as I finished packing my backpack
with goodies I heard Cheri call to me from
outside the tent.
"Hey Eric! You in there?"
"Yeah Cheri, Hang on a sec!"
When I came out of my tent Cheri was
sitting astride ol' Hoss. We smiled nervously
at each other, knowing that the time for
advancing our game to the next level was almost
at hand.
"Hi Eric, I'm back!"
"Yeah, Uh.... Cool!"
Cheri nervously scanned the surroundings.
I could see that she was having second thoughts
about bathing at my campsite but I had already
ruled that idea out. We were much too close to
the others for either one of us to feel safe.
I held out my loaded backpack. "I was
kinda thinking we could get a little farther
away from here. I already got the stuff we need
packed if that's cool with you."
Cheri's expression brightened. "Now why
didn't I think of that! Where do you want to go
Eric?"
"Well, I was kinda hoping you might be
able to think of a good spot Cheri. I figured
seeing as you been riding your horse around for
a while, you'd be pretty well aquatinted with
the area.
"You said your daddy's a doctor, didn't ya
Eric?"
"Yeah. He's an anesthesiologist. That's
the one that puts patients to sleep during
operations. Why do you ask?"
"Well you sure got a way with using those
big words."
I gave out a quick nervous laugh. "Well,
you're definitely not the first person to tell
me that Cheri. I hope you don't think I'm
talking this way on purpose, cause I'm not."
"Naw, I know you're not tryin' to be
uppity." She broke eye contact, feeling like I
might think she was ignorant.
"Now hang on a minute Cheri! I can see
what you're thinking and it's not true! Not
true at all! You have a great way of talking
yourself! Did I use any word you didn't know
what the definition was except maybe
anesthesiologist?"
"No. I knew what you were saying."
"All right then!"
"I sure hope I kin start back to school
again this fall, that's all."
"Yeah, I'm not all that crazy about it
myself, but I think I can understand the way
you feel about it. Maybe I can help you think
of a way to do it."
"Well, two heads are better'n one. That's
what they say."
"Slicker than greased owl shit!" I said
with a smile.
"What? Where'd you hear that sayin' Eric?"
"That one came from an old cowboy that
lives with us. Uncle George works out at our
farm. That old man speaks a whole lot like you
do Cheri, but I bet he's forgotten more things
than you or I will ever know! My Mom's from
Alabama and she's come up with some good ones,
but her sayings are a tad less earthy."
Cheri laughed, her funk broken. "Well
you're just the sweetest thing Eric! I could
eat you up!"
"I'm better than sliced bread?"
"Ha! I ain't never heard that one. Okay, I
know a good spot but we gotta cross the river
to get there."
"Good! The Indian reservation side doesn't
have but a couple of roads that I know about.
No roads, no snoopy people!"
"We gotta go a ways downstream where it's
shallow enough for ol' Hoss to cross. I'll show
you the way."
"Why don't you sit up front Cheri. That
way I can show you my famous Lone Ranger
running mount!"
Cheri beamed at my suggestion. I handed
her my pack and went up to Hoss to talk to him.
Cheri took the hairbrush she had in her hand
and put it in my pack.
I looked the gelding in the eyes, "Now
Hoss, all I'm gonna do is a running mount. You
probably know all about it all ready, so don't
get spooked okay?"
The old gelding bobbed his head and blew
just like he understood what I was telling him.
Carla and I both got a chuckle out of it. I
walked around his flank and patted his rump to
let him know where I was. Taking a few steps
back, I ran up behind him, placed both hands on
his rump and landed perfectly behind Cheri.
Hoss's head came up and he took a few steps,
but didn't spook. After handing the backpack to
me Cheri prodded Hoss into motion. Cheri
reached back and took my hand and placed it in
her lap.
"So tell me about your Uncle George Eric"
"Okay. To begin with, he's not our real
uncle. We just call him that. I remember one we
were trying to get Bonnie, one of the breeding
mares into the back of our horse trailer cause
we were going to a horse show. For some reason
Bonnie decided she just wasn't gonna cooperate.
I just didn't have the balls to try and
feel up Cheri's pussy. Her skirt was stretched
out fairly tight across the top of her legs and
tucked under the bottom of her legs. About the
lowest my hand could go was the very bottom of
her abdomen. I would have had to try and put my
hand under her dress to get anywhere so I
started inching my hand up her chest. As I
inched my hand upward, I continued on with my
tale.
"We tried just about everything but Bonnie
just wouldn't go. Finally Uncle George had
enough. He took off his hat and threw it on the
ground then he yelled "Get up there you
sonofabitching......." Well as my Mom liked to
describe it, she said "The air turned blue with
his words." That old cowboy let out a stream of
cusswords!"
My fingers found their way to one of
Cheri's soft cupcake sized breasts. Being
taller than her, I got the added thrill of
looking over the top of her shoulder and
watching my progress. I continued with my
story.
"About half of the cusswords he uttered
I'd never heard before either. When Bonnie
turned her head to Uncle George, I could swear
her eyes bugged out. It was as if she was
saying, "All you had to do was ask!" She
stepped right into that trailer all by
herself."
When my story was over, we talked easily
for the rest of the ride to the place that
Cheri had in mind. It was a great spot for
privacy too. There was an island in front of
the place that blocked the view from the
opposite bank. Any tubers that happened to be
floating down the river would most likely take
the other side where the river was wider.
After we dismounted, Cheri took the rope
bridle off Hoss and let him roam free,
confident that he would stay close. I was
nervous and started taking the stuff out of the
backpack. Out of the corner of my eye I saw
Cheri strip. She stood there and waited until
my delaying tactic had played itself out. I
finally had to turn and look directly at her
unabashed nakedness. It was clear that she
wanted me to know that she wasn't in the least
shy about being naked in front of me. After a
moment she walked up to where I'd set down the
soap and washcloth, picked them up and headed
towards the water. Cheri's 13-year-old body was
developing nicely for a girl her age. Her
cupcake sized breasts looked larger than the
tight old dress she wore had allowed to show.
Her legs were still thin and hadn't filled out
yet from the recent growth spurt her body had
gone through. The mound of her vulva had a
small thin patch of black hair that extended to
the lips of her pussy, but wasn't thick enough
to hide the pinkish skin beneath it. Her hips
flared nicely from her small waist. There was a
stark contrast between the pale skin where her
clothing stopped and her dark tanned face,
neck, arms and legs.
She said, "I'll see you in the water
Eric."
Cheri and I both were aware of the
erection that I had gotten almost as soon as
our bodies came together on the back of her
horse. To let me know she knew and approved,
she had snuggled against my bulge while I
caressed her breast and talked about Uncle
George. Seeing as she evened up the score by
stripping right beside me, I had to strip out
in the open in order to save face. With my
rigid member bouncing to my quick steps I
entered the water. It was not easy holding back
the howl I wanted to let out when the cold
water met my balls. To make matters worse, I
couldn't even stop and prepare myself for the
shock. Cheri laughed as I circled my arms and
grimaced, but I didn't stop until I was belly
deep with my privates finally hidden from view.
Cheri said, "You forgot to fetch the
shampoo Eric!"
The look on my face must have been
priceless because Cheri snickered then laughed
while I slowly turned, still circling my hands
to get the shampoo for her. Her hand brushed my
butt as the waded past me, still laughing.
"I was just ribbin' ya Eric! I'll get it,
but you gotta do my hair okay?"
"Okay."
"How come you're makin' such a fuss? This
here water ain't that cold!"
"Well to tell you the truth, I usually
stop before the water reaches my.... Well you
know, so I got time to get myself ready for the
shock."
"Are you're balls really that tender?"
"All I got to say is that after hitting
this cold water what was once about the size of
a couple of figs in a bag is now the size of
two peanuts!"
"Really? Show me!"
Cheri had already retrieved the shampoo
and was coming towards me when I made my
analogy. When my feet refused to move she took
my hand and pulled me into motion.
She covered her mouth and giggled. "Well
I'm sure glad the water didn't do the same with
the best part!"
Wading past me, Cheri's fingers
accidentally (on purpose) came into brief
contact with my erection. She took my hand and
led me like a dog on a leash into the deeper
water. She ducked completely under water to get
her hair wet and tried to hand me the shampoo.
My attention was focused on Cheri's breasts.
The previously dry flesh of her nipples were
reacting to the cold water and becoming erect
right before my eyes. I watched the small
rivulets of water from her wet hair cascading
down the front of her body. Some were diverted
by the swell of her breasts, meeting and
running as one below her wide cleavage. I
waited with anticipation as water gathered
under one of her now fully erect nipples to
drip off, but then took the easier path and ran
down the underside of her breast.
"It's okay Eric, I want you to!"
I tore my eyes away to look into her eyes.
"I was watching your nipples react to the
coldness, then the way the water ran down your
body. You're beautiful Cheri!"
As she blushed and smiled, my resolve
finally overcame the insecurity I felt. My
inexperience and hesitation cloaked in a veil
of shyness I pushed aside and pulled her into
my embrace.
It no longer mattered to me that my urgent
need would be pressed against the flesh of
Cheri's abdomen. I knew that the contact could
only heighten our arousal. I used my erection
as an expression of my desire for her, rather
than the merely the result of my raging teenage
hormones.
Cheri melted into my arms and eagerly
accepted me. She wrapped her legs around my
waist and squeezed, pressing our flesh together
even tighter. Our lips met and we began the
first explorations of each other's
personalities.
I had kissed a few girls before I had met
Cheri, but never with the knowledge before hand
that we would become lovers. I came to realize
that kissing is a way of unspoken
communication, of feeling out and probing each
other's personality.
Compatibility, can one person be a
horrible kisser to every person when they take
that first step of intimacy? I doubt it.
Colleen to me was a bad kisser, but she was too
young. Was I a bad kisser to her? Probably so
also.
Was Cheri a bad kisser? We wouldn't have
finally broke our first kiss and enjoyed each
other's wordless expression of "WOW!". It
seemed like a wonderful eternity of exploration
until we were satisfied enough to attend to
matters at hand. With her legs still wrapped
around me, Cheri held my arms just above the
elbows and leaned back, submersing herself.
When she pulled herself upright, I took the
shampoo she had handed me earlier and begun to
work it into her hair. We ended up moving into
shallow enough water to where I could sit down.
Cheri's legs had never released her hold upon
me until I sat down. As she relaxed her legs
and settled into my lap, the soft folds of her
pussy lips opened for my youthful erection to
settle vertically between them. I had tried to
ignore my building excitement, while we were
standing but having her pussy against me almost
sent me over the edge.
Cheri sensed my dilemma, "I want you to
make love to me Eric, but not here okay?"
"Are you sure you're ready Cheri? I don't
want to hurt you if you're not."
"I ain't no virgin Eric, if that's what
you're thinking. I done it twice before."
"Oh, Okay then, I can wait till later."
"What about you Eric?"
"Who, Me? Well, I... Uh...."
"That's okay, I'd be right proud to be
your first if'n that's the way you want it."
"YES! I want to make love to you really
bad!"
"That's what your Willie's been tellin' me
for a while. I think it's takin' a shine to me,
don'cha think?"
"Oh yeah Cheri! There's no denying that!"
"You poor boy, you're in misery right now
ain't you?"
"No, I'm okay. I'll make it."
"Don'cha think you'll feel a lot better
if'n you let out some of that head o' steam you
been building Eric? I ain't never tried to do
somethin' like that, but I bet all's I gotta do
is kinda' move around a little. If'n that don't
do the trick maybe you might let me try what I
seen you do earlier."
My face flushed red with embarrassment
when reminded of the humiliation of getting
caught masturbating.
Cheri started slowly gyrating her hips
working the soft insides of her pussy against
the tender nerve-rich underside of my cock.
"I know it weren't proper, me spyin' on
you durin' your private moment, but I couldn't
help myself! That thing o' your'n was so big
and looked so hard! Do you forgive me Eric?"
"YES! Don't stop Cheri."
"When did I happened upon you, is that
what you wanted to know? You was layin' there
just kinda gently playin' you're fingers up and
down. Then you wrapped your hand around that
big ol' hunk of burnin' love and started goin'
up an' down kinda slow like. Do ya know what I
said to myself when I saw ya doin' that Eric?"
"Uggghhh, No?"
"I said, now there's a boy that likes
takin' his time! Not like that Clayton. He's
the boy back home that did it with me before.
It weren't much fun fer me both times we done
it. I waited till it was dark and snuck out to
the barn where we planned to meet and it was
over just like that! Same way a couple of days
later after the soreness went away. At least
the second time didn't hurt like that first
time, but he spunked off just as I was
beginnin' to like it! I never even got a look
at his Willie neither cause it was so dark."
Cheri's slow but steady gyrations were
driving me crazy. Her story registered
somewhere in the back of my mind, then filtered
through my concentration on the sensations she
was giving me, adding it's own thrill.
"I'm so close Cheri, Don't stop please!"
"Okay Eric. Anyways, I think ol' Hoss knew
what watchin' you was doin' to me cause he was
real quiet like too. Then I seen you was goin'
faster'n faster! Hoss and me watched you
tensin' up to hold your spunk back."
"Oh God! It's happening Cheri! Go
faster!"
Cheri stopped talking as her gyrations
picked up speed. When I opened my eyes, I saw
the reason for her silence. Her expression
shown intense concentration. She was chasing
after her own climax. I reached around her
lower back and pulled her tighter against me.
The revelation that Cheri's excitement was
reaching it's peak delayed my own long enough
for her to almost catch up to me. I reached the
point of no return when I heard Cheri vocalize
the approach of her own release.
My body shook as the pent up sexual
desires of my adolescent years released
themselves. Cheri's own release followed on the
tail end of my own climax. We cling to each
other desperately, trying to heighten and
prolong the incredible experience we shared.
Cheri's climax outlasted mine considerably, a
new lesson for me in female sexuality. I held
her against me until she satisfied herself
completely. When the tension in our bodies
finally drained away, we relaxed in each
other's embrace.
Cheri slid herself away from me slightly
and looked between us. "Whoa! Looks like
someone I know had a bit of juice built up! I
reckon you're feelin' a might better now!"
"WOW!.... That was incredible Cheri!"
Cheri kissed me long and hard. "Thank you
Eric!" she said when our lips parted.
"Thank me? Thank you Cheri! That was the
first time I ever had one with someone else!
Gawd! So powerful too!"
Cheri smiled demurely. "Same here Eric!
Clayton just rutted in me till he got his. I
can't wait till I get you back in your tent!
Reckon you'll be able to go a little longer now
that you worked off some of that steam Eric?"
"I'll try, but I can't guarantee anything.
Don't worry though Cheri, there's a few things
I'd like to try before we do that?"
"Yeah? Like what?"
"You'll just have to wait Cheri! I think
you're gonna like it though!"
After a little more small talk, we moved
into deeper water so I could continue
shampooing Cheri's hair. It took two more
treatments before I was able to get up a good
enough lather to get all the oil out of her
hair. I took my time, especially after she
steadied herself by holding into my erection.
The soap and washcloth was a new experience in
eroticism for both of us. The sun was getting
low by the time we finished. When I gave Cheri
one of my tee shirts and my old swimsuit she
hugged me tightly with tears streaming down her
cheeks. I had intended to loan her the clothes
but decided that idea was out. Ol' Hoss was
grazing on the nearest patch of grass and
didn't mind the interruption when we put the
halter back on.
We hopped on the back of Hoss. Using
Cheri's words. we skedaddled back to camp as
fast as Hoss could go to take advantage of the
remaining light. We arrived with just enough
daylight left to make a fire and heat up some
beans and hot dogs. While I prepared the fire
Cheri brushed out her hair then went into my
tent without saying a word of explanation. I
called to her when the dogs had browned
sufficiently.
When Cheri came out, she had put on one of
my button-up shirts. It had tails on front and
back and the top three buttons were undone. As
Cheri walked by me I couldn't help but notice
the bare skin of her legs exposed from under
the hem of my shirt. The swimming trunks I gave
her would have been visible, at least from the
sides where the shirt tails ended. My
imagination went into overdrive wondering what
if anything Cheri was wearing under the shirt.
She was very careful about the way she walked
and sat which stirred my interest even more.
When I asked her about it, she just smiled.
Cheri ate heartily sitting next to me in
front of the campfire. The taunting view of her
breasts whenever she leaned forward to spoon
beans into her mouth kept my attention away
from my food. Naturally Cheri finished her meal
first. She waited patiently for me to finish
mine.
When I was done Cheri said, "Okay now. I'm
gonna go to the river and wash up the dishes.
When I get back, your butt better be in that
tent Eric! Completely starkers too, you hear
me?"
"Yes'm." I responded to her devilish grin
and bright eyes. "You want me inside my
sleeping bag or on top of it?"
"You ain't got much of a choice Eric cause
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