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   London Days 5 - European Vacation
   By Romany
   (M/F, F/M/F, M/M, oral, anal)
   I had been living in London for nearly six months so far during 1978, on
a sabbatical after graduating college.  I was living and working in North
London and I had bought a VW van with the intention of traveling around
Europe for the months of July and August.  I advertised in a newspaper
called the Australasian Express for travel companions and had recruited a
New Zealand girl called Samantha and an Australian guy called Rob.  Both
were in their early twenties and both unattached and looking for a cheap
way to see as much of Europe as possible.  Like me, both were staying only
until the end of the year so the travel route had to be well thought
through.  I had decided not to include Greece in my plans and this was
acceptable to them.  Rob had been here two years and had already been there
anyway.  Samantha, or Sam as she liked to be called, was happy to go along
with us on selecting a route via Belgium, France, Spain, Switzerland,
Italy, Austria, and Germany and back to the United Kingdom via France.  The
van was set up for being able to sleep the three of us if the weather was
wet, and I also had a small fly tent for warmer nights when perhaps Sam
wanted to sleep alone.  It would be boring to relate the whole travelogue
and so the standout for me were the times I actually got laid.
   We set off late in June and traveled down to Dover to catch the channel
ferry to Boulogne in Belgium and from there to Paris.  We stayed on the
outskirts of Paris at Sur Le Marne and caught the Metro into the great old
city on a daily basis.  Having seen all the obvious sites of the Eiffel
Tower, the Louvre and Notre Dame, we set off for Spain four days later,
crossing the border into San Sebastian.  While sitting in the line of cars
at the border crossing I started a conversation with two Canadian girls,
Emma and Katherine, from Quebec.  They were traveling in a small
nondescript Citroen they had bought in France.  They had flown to Paris
from Montreal and Katherine had French relatives who had helped with the
purchase of the little car.  There was a quite a bit of fun about them;
especially Emma who sat in the passenger seat of their car, nearest me in
the driver side of our van.  Both girls were very pretty and I was taken
with Emma and I felt a quick bond with here.  We swapped details of where
we were going next and I said we were bound for Madrid and then to Cordoba
and the Alhambra, down to Algeciras, Malaga, and probably a night or two on
the Costa del Sol and then to Barcelona.  She gave me the address of a
motor camp they had planned to stay at near Benidorm on the shores of the
Mediterranean and I said we would look out for them there in a week or so.
They were going into Portugal and so initially we were not on the same
route.
   SPAIN
   Sam proved to be the real tourist and dragged us off the beaten track a
number of times and we experienced some memorable moments; particularly
with her rather bad Spanish, which actually got us by remarkably well.  Sam
was a little plump with a very pretty face and shoulder length blond hair.
I was pleased she was in the mold of the perfect platonic buddy.  Rob was
quiet and a little introspective; about my height and build but I think he
was a year or two older.  Certainly not the outward going brash Aussie type
I had previously encountered and a nicer guy for it.  After eight days
there was an easy rapport between the three of us.  It happened that we
arrived in Benidorm just over a week since crossing the channel and too my
delight, Emma and Kate were there already; having arrived the night before.
Our journey down through Spain had gone like clockwork and all three of us
were satisfied with all we had seen.  Kate spotted us setting the van up
for domestic use and came and greeted us excitedly.  She went and got Emma
and the five of us sat on the ground at the rear of the van and chatted
about our experiences so far.  I definitely sparked with Emma and she sat
next to me as we all babbled about the sights we had seen.  Pink Floyd
played Dark Side of the Moon on our van stereo and as dusk arrived, it was
agreed we would eat at the camp bistro.  We spent a convivial early evening
with a few beers and paella and as mid evening came round, Sam had gone
back to the van to write postcards and Rob was talking to a couple of
Spanish guys who spoke very good English.  At some point Kate strategically
withdrew, and judging by the knowing smile to Emma, I suspect to give Emma
and me some space with our burgeoning affection for each other.  I looked
at Emma after Kate wandered off and suggested we go down onto the beach for
a walk and she eagerly agreed.  She had the same intention I had as soon as
we were on the sand; she walked quite quickly away from the camp boundary
until she spied a small recess in the foreshore with the warm sand coming
right up against a small bank of about three feet.  Too high to step up and
with no visible steps from the beach, it looked a good spot to sit down and
not be disturbed by anyone coming onto the beach right here.  Because it
was a recess, people could not see in unless they stood directly abreast of
it so it gave us some semblance of privacy.
   Emma arrived in the little nook first and by the time I had joined her
she was reaching for me and we stood and kissed passionately.
   "I've waited for this since San Sebastian," she breathed as she briefly
broke the kiss.
   "Me to," I gasped and kissed her again.
   We kissed for a few minutes and she started to push a leg into my groin
and move against me in increasing arousal.  I was hard and she broke the
kiss and smiled and drew me back onto the sand.  We made out and I was rapt
that she took much of the lead and I felt her run a hand between our bodies
and grope me through my pants.  She let out a low `mmmm' when she felt my
erection.  I took the hint and immediately dragged my hand between her legs
and cupped her sex and moved my hand gently around it.  She was wearing a
pair of shorts and a tee shirt top and I ran my hand up to the waistband of
the shorts and slid it down the front, inside her panties.  All the while
we kissed as we groped each other.  I felt my fingers slip through her
pubic bush and as they curled over her pubis and onto the top of her sex,
she groaned her approval into my mouth.  Her kisses where now sloppy and
she was Frenching me passionately.  I got the tips of my fingers inside her
vulva and began stroking lightly and up towards her clitoris.  This caused
her to roll more onto her back and she awkwardly spread her legs to give me
better access.  The shorts were tight around my wrist at the waistband,
even though my fingers had reasonable freedom in the crotch.  But It was
becoming evident the shorts had to go.  Despite her enjoyment of my fingers
working her sex, she was able to get the flies of my denim shorts undone
and had my cock out in her hand.  She wasn't that distracted that she
didn't know what she wanted and soon she was urging my shorts down off of
my hips.  I broke from her and shucked my shorts and she quickly sat up and
pulled her own shorts and panties off.  I was bemused to notice that after
she shucked her tee shirt and bra, she put the shorts and shirt back onto
the sand and shimmied her hips onto the garments that were laid out to
protect her butt from the sand.  I briefly thought of all the sandy sex
jokes I had heard and smiled as I leaned back down to her and we started to
kiss as I massaged her small hard breasts and fingered her sex which was
now quite wet.
   Emma had my cock in her hand and she was awkwardly trying to stroke me
but this was a case of both of us trying to do too much together and I
broke my mouth off of a nipple and eased down her body.  She had to let my
cock go and she groaned in complaint.  As my mouth trailed down her lower
belly to her pubis she realised I was going to go down on her.
   "Oh yes," she hissed quietly.
   Once she felt my lips graze her sex, she opened her legs wider and her
hands came to the back of my head and pulled me against her.  I started to
suckle and nibble at her sex and eased two fingers up and inside her
rapidly loosening vagina as she became hotter for my mouth nagging away at
her vulva and clitoris.  I was kneeling between her spread legs and working
her sex with my fingers and mouth.  I had my weight on my elbows in the
sand and used my free hand to work one breast and nipple.  She was starting
to move her hips around and held my head into her.  All the while she gave
me short gasping instructions of `yes, yes, there, slower, just like that,
there, of God that's it, slo-o-o-o-w, nice and slo-o-o-o-w,' as I worked to
her rhythm.  She started to stiffen and I felt the small contractions
within her vagina increase and she began to hiss through her clenched teeth
and groaned somewhere deep in her chest as the orgasm built and took her
over the edge.  She slammed her groin up at my mouth as she pulled my head
into her and then she went rigid with her heels digging into the sand as
she held her butt up off the sand as she came; finally letting her buttocks
thud back to earth as the wave subsided.  She lay heaving and gasping and
her hands ruffled my hair as a compliment to a job well done.
   "Oh Steve that was so good," she crooned, breathing more quietly now. 
"I've needed that for s-o-o-o long," she added with a chuckle.
   I recall she had mentioned a break up of a long time relationship before
she came to Europe.  I can only conclude that guy was her last sexual
partner.  This was 1978 and the first mutterings of AIDS was just hitting
the news media but still off of most people's radar for safe sex.  It never
occurred to me how sexually promiscuous she was and I took her word at only
having one recent partner.  For my part I had had gay sex with a young
Dutch guy who admitted he had had many sex partners.  I had been the top so
I guess given what we know now, that was the better of the two positions
for unprotected gay sex.  There had also been three separate females I had
had sex with in London.  One like Emma who had been in a recent steady long
term relationship, a schoolgirl of undetermined age but likewise limited
sex partners and an Indian girl who I have to believe had had several
partners not long prior to me.  All of this is hindsight.  Knowing what we
know now, I may not have been quite so promiscuous; at least for
unprotected sex.  I wondered if Emma was on the pill.  She certainly didn't
seem concerned we had no condom.  I grinned at her.
   "I'm so pleased it was me," I said and rose up and began to move up
along her prone body.
   "Take the shirt off," she said quietly.
   She was naked so she wanted me the same way.  It was pitch black with
just the distant lights from the camp providing any sort of ambiance but
our eyes were used to the dark and I could see her smiling at me as she
welcomed me up and over her.  I felt her take my still hard cock and she
expertly lifted her hips and drew me to her sex.  I slid in easily and she
gasped her appreciation and locked her legs around my hips and her arms
around my shoulder.  I had the most leisurely fuck as I slowly moved in and
out of her and she leaned up and kissed me; both of us adjusting out body
position to make the kissing easy.  I fucked her slowly and made sure I
went deep each in stroke.  She was totally okay with what I was doing and
lifted her hips gently so I went as deep as our bodies would allow.  This
way she entered into the rhythm and I felt the ache that forewarns the
onset of cumming.  I picked up the speed and she dropped her heels back to
the sand and I hunched more into a kneeling position and held her upper
body and started to fuck faster; all the time going deep.  She had spread
her legs even wider now she had dropped her heels and I slammed hard into
her and she grunted as I pushed her back against the pile of clothes she
used as a barrier to the sand.  I gasped and cried out as I came in long
joyous spurts into her.  Slowing as each spurt came and went until fatigue
of the release took me over and I gently lowered myself onto her and she
cuddled me.  We lay cuddling each other for some time.  Eventually, as time
slipped by, I was roused by her shaking my shoulder.
   "I'm feeling a little chilly," she said and I realized the warmth of the
evening was long gone.  We rose and scuffed around for our clothes and
eventually managed to dress.
   "I don't want to leave," she said softly as I stood holding her close.
"It's kind of romantic hearing the sea lapping at the shoreline," she said
dreamily.
   "It'd be real perfect if there was a moon," I said whimsically, feeling
what she was feeling.
   "What time is it?" she asked as an aside to our romanticizing of the
moment.
   "Eleven thirty," I answered.
   "Can we stay here for the night?" she asked looking up to me.
   "We need some sort of blanket," I answered realizing it was still only
early summer and the night wasn't that warm that we could simply sleep out
in the buff.
   "We could get our sleeping bags," she suggested.
   "What about the others?" I said thinking they would be sure to know why
we had disappeared.
   Even more obvious about what we intended if we returned to our
respective vehicles for bedding.
   "Kate knows the score," she chuckled.  "What about your two?"
   "Oh shit they won't care.  But if you're OK them knowing, I don't care
either," I said and kissed her on the nose.
   This being agreed we walked hand in hand back towards the camp, and
stepping over the low barrier chain that delineated the camp from public
beach, we walked back through the now quiet camp; splitting where we had to
go to our respective vehicles.
   "See you here in five minutes," she whispered and kissed me quickly and
vanished into the gloom.
   The camp lights had been mostly turned off; only lights to the ablutions
blocks were on.  I went to the van and found it shut up.  The small tent
had been pitched one side of it and I figured Sam had pitched it to sleep
in.  I slowly rolled the side door of the van open and expected to find Rob
inside asleep.  But it was empty.  I frowned wondering where he had got to
but then shrugged `what do I care' and pulled my sleeping bag over from
behind the rear seat.  I was back to where I left Emma in a few minutes and
she was already waiting for me.  She grinned at me as she saw me loom out
of the gloom and we held hands as we padded back to our little love nook on
the beach.  We used my bag opened out as the base, and her bag opened out
as a duvet.  We striped naked once more and snuggled under and slept for a
short while.  At some point I felt her hand move down my hip and she took
me and slowly jacked me to erection.  I kissed her and she giggled under
her breath and muttered "I want to do some talking to him," and disappeared
under the sleeping bag.  I felt her mouth go over my cock and she gave me a
beautiful blow job; all the while languidly jacking as she slurped and
sucked.  I started to get close and moved my hips away as I didn't actually
want to cum in her mouth.  She must have been thinking the same thing as
she sensed my closeness and squeezed tightly at the base of my cock to
choke off the rising sensation to ejaculate and it worked perfectly.  She
was clearly well versed in men.  She slowly dragged her body around and
straddled me, squatting with the sleeping bag tented over her shoulders and
as if feeling about like a blind person, she positioned me between her sex
lips and lowered herself with a sigh of satisfaction at her accuracy at
impaling herself on me.
   Emma fucked for us both.  She slowly lifted and fell and held the
sleeping bag around her and leaned forward to include me under its broad
cover.  I couldn't have cared less.  While this was not my favorite sex
position, I was really enjoying her control and let her work herself off
against my cock and pubis and soon she was leaning down over me and pushing
her butt back so I went deep.  This had the effect of dragging her upper
vulva against my pubis and I was fascinated at her expertise as her arousal
grew; as punctuated by the low gasping and groaning at the pleasure she was
setting in herself.  She came quickly and cried softly as the wave of
feeling went through her and she leaned her head into my shoulder, her long
dark hair draping across my face and chin, as she cooed and gasped her
appreciation of what she was feeling.
   "Oh this is so fucking carnal," she gasped near my ear and she gave me a
sloppy kiss and moaned `mmmm' in appreciation of what she was feeling.
   I run my hands all over her back and then slid them under her to her
nice little tits that were hanging down and she winced as I squeezed her
nipples.
   "Ouch, you gorgeous ruffian," she growled in mock chastisement. 
"They're just little ones," she continued, as if I was a bully beating up
on them.  "They are perfect for your small frame," I said softly and bent
my head under her and she moved up over me a little so I could suckle and
tongue them.
   I did this for a few minutes and she stroked my hair like a mother with
an infant suckling at her breast.
   "What about you?" she breathed softly.
   "What about me?" I asked.
   "You haven't cum yet," she said snuggling the side of my neck.  "I want
you in me," she breathed.
   "Easy to please," I said with a light chuckle and eased her off my still
hard cock.
   "Oh no that's not what I meant," she said with a sound of concern. 
"Stay in me."
   "Just rearranging the order of things," I chuckled and slapped her
bottom lightly as I circled around beside her and took the sleeping bag off
her back and pulled it over my shoulders.  She lay forward on the other
sleeping bag on the sand and was about to roll over onto her back when I
stopped her with a hand to her uppermost shoulder; pushing her face down.
She let out a low chuckle and muttered `you lovely dirty bastard' as she
realized I was going to back-scuttle her.
   "All force and no finesse is it?" she chuckled as she positioned herself
on her knees and lay forward with her face on her folded forearms.
   "If the lady likes it..." I panted as I shuffled in close to her butt
with my cock in hand.
   "The lady does like it very much," she groaned, as I slowly entered her.
   I fucked her quickly and quite vigorously.  Causing her to give
occasional low yelps as I went too deep, or I pushed to hard against her as
if trying to shunt her up the beach.  I alternated with leaning right over
her back and slowly moving my hips obscenely back and forth from the hips,
and then rearing back to a full kneeling position and fucking deep as I
held her hips.  I came this way; the ejaculation catching me by surprise I
was so engrossed in what I was seeing in my minds eye, as if detached and
watching myself fuck her.  My ego was raging and my carnal male pride
blinded me to the obvious that I was now cumming into her as I slammed her
and groaned.  The reality of the orgasm brought me back to conscious
awareness of the fact I was spurting into her and slowly I allowed myself
to wind down as I finished.
   "Oh Christ that was so good," I gasped as I eased out of her and spread
the sleeping bag over her back as I lay to one side and snuggled into her.
   She had let her knees skid back and flattened out against the bottom
sleeping bag, lying face down.
   "Oh yes," she softly.  "This truly is wonderful."
   I arranged the sleeping bag over us both and we drifted off.
   Total embarrassment was order of the sunrise as the security guards from
the camp happened upon us just after daybreak.  After hearing their voices
and some sniggering, they were soon standing over us and jabbering at us in
Spanish.  Emma lay face down beside me with the sleeping bag cover just
exposing her shoulders.  It was clear to both men we must have been here
all night and we were probably naked under the covering sleeping bag.  They
alternated between being amused at us to sternly wagging their fingers and
pointing back along the beach to the camp.  Emma was reaching beyond our
heads for her clothes and she was quite deft at getting her panties and
shorts on while keeping the sleeping bag over her body.  She slipped her
tee shirt on while kneeling with her back to them and I turned on my side
and retrieved my shirt and shorts as well.  We dressed with a degree of
ungainly efforts to keep ourselves decent and eventually we had gathered
our sleeping bags together and trooped back along the beach; the security
guards marching behind us like we were naughty school kids being taken to
the principal.  The embarrassment returned briefly as we trooped past the
bistro which was setting up for breakfast and the few people already
sitting at the tables were grinning as they realized what was happening. 
Emma and I walked hand in hand, somewhat defiantly at the sniggering men
who then split with us when we had to part, and chaperoned us back to our
respective vehicles.  Only then did they leave us.  Rob was inside the van
and the fly tent was zipped closed so I assumed Sam was still inside.  I
quietly opened the door and Rob sat up and grinned at me.
   "Hi ya night owl," he said in his broad Australian accent.  "Been
cementing US and Canadian relationships then?"
   "Something like that," I mumbled coyly and found my toilet bag and some
clean clothes.  "I'm off for a shower."
   "Hang on mate," I'll come to," he chirped and swung out of the van onto
the ground.
   He was wearing a pair of boxer shorts and after a brief search amongst
his bedding found a pair of denim shorts and put them on.  Rob had a really
good physique and went without a shirt a lot.  He walked with me to the
ablutions block and we parted and went into a shower stall each and had a
bracing cold shower.  No hot water in this block.  By the time we had
finished and dressed in clean clothes, we trooped back to the van to find a
young Spanish woman talking with Sam who was leaning out the front of the
tent.  Sam grinned at me as we neared.
   "This lady has a message for you," she beamed, barely stifling her
amusement at what she had obviously learned about Emma and me last night.
   "What's up?" I asked looking innocent.
   The Spanish woman wore a yellow tee shirt with the camp crest so she was
obviously an official here.
   "Senor I wish to tell you that we have a curfew here," she began.  "You
must stay within the camp at night from ten o'clock."
   "Curfew?" I asked somewhat incredulously.
   "Si Senor.  The beach must be clear.  It is the local law," she
explained.
   "What on earth for?" Rob asked, obviously hearing this for the first
time.
   "Drugs, narcotics," the young woman said simply.  "The traders,
smugglers have been known to come from Morocco to these beaches at night.
It is the Guardia's way of making sure the beaches are kept clear.  You are
very lucky our security found you and not the Guardia.  They do not take
kindly to people flouting the law."
   "There's a sign in the camp office," Sam said.  "I didn't take too much
notice so sorry I never pointed it out," she said apologetically.
   "Geez you'd think they'd post signs by the perimeter at the beachfront,"
Rob said looking at the woman.
   "We do senor," she said in defense of her camp.
   Of course Emma and I had walked across the low chain when it was dark so
we hadn't seen the signs.  I felt a little foolish.  My nocturnal carnal
liaison with Emma was becoming well known because we hadn't seen the
fucking signs.  I felt a bit foolish.  The woman was good natured about it
and bid us adios and walked away with a grin.  I looked at my fellow
travelers who were both beaming knowingly at me, and Sam finally dragged
herself out in her light weight jammies and started to fish around for her
clothes.
   "Well it's the cold shower treatment for me I'm afraid," she giggled. 
"I can't stand all this torrid heat being generated around here," and with
a sly look at Rob she traipsed off to the ablutions block.  I looked at Rob
and this weird look came over his face; like he was about to be reprimanded
for something.  He caught the puzzled look on my face and quickly turned
and went to the van door to put his things away.  I stood pondering what
had happened since last night.  *** ITALY Given our semi-public
chastisement for our beach liaison, Emma and I managed only one rapid
furtive fuck in a small grassy glade at the back of the camp the second
night.  It was delicious but we both agreed it was also very frustrating
for fear we would be discovered.  I queried her about birth control and she
said she was indeed on the pill.  We had formed a strong bond in such a
short time.  I felt much closer to this petite vivacious young Quebecoise
than I ever felt towards Lisbeth, Anna or Heera; my other female partners
so far this year.  But eventually we all had to move on.  Emma and Kate
were bound for Monaco and the South of France whereas we were headed for
Switzerland via France.  We traveled in convoy and spent one last night
together in Barcelona.  Emma and I were unable to find any privacy so we
had to remain celibate.  Finally I bid a rather sad, and for Emma a tearful
farewell and the two groups of us all wished each other well and we left
the same day in different directions.  I had Emma's Canadian address and
phone number and I had given her my folks address in Missouri.  I
definitely wanted to see here again when I returned to North America.  She
promised to send me postcards to Poste Restante in Venice and Rome.
   We traveled back through France and into Switzerland where we stayed
four days; two in Geneva where I had my twenty-third birthday, and two in
the ski area of Wengen and Lauterbrunnen.  From Switzerland we wound down
the Como Pass into Italy, near Lake Como, and headed to Milan for two days
and then via Verona to Venice.  We stayed at a camp ground across the water
from the famous old city and traveled in each day by water taxi.  After two
days we went through Bologna and then to Pisa to see the leaning tower. 
Then we traveled on to Florence which I specially loved.  It was a must to
see Michelangelo's Statue of David.  It was during one evening as Sam and I
sat having a beer and she was playing me some New Zealand pop music she had
on a tape she had made, when I mused aloud about Rob vanishing
occasionally. She gave me a sly knowing look and giggled.
   "Don't you know?" she asked grinning.
   "Know what?" I said innocently not knowing what she was getting at.
   "He's off having it off," she chuckled.
   "Having it off?" I asked a little confused with the expression.
   "You know, bang-bang.  Sex," she said with a chuckle.
   "Who with?" I asked surprised at this revelation.
   "Not sure.  Locals I expect.  I know in Spain it was with a Spaniard he
met," she answered.
   "I can't recall seeing him with anybody," I said a little puzzled I had
missed something.
   "Yes you do.  Remember the two guys he was talking to in the camp at
Benidorm?  Well he had it off with one of them.  In front of the van under
the hedge," she laughed realizing I had no idea what Rob had been doing.
   "Guy?" I said and my mouth dropped open.
   "Of course silly.  Rob's queer or gay as they say.  Couldn't you tell?"
she said staring at me, bemused at my ignorance.  "He was kneeling by the
van sucking the guy when I came back from a shower before bed.  They were
so embarrassed, but rather than leave altogether, they just went around the
front and had it away for about two hours on the grass verge between the
van and the hedge," she announced.  "But you wouldn't have known this
because you and Emma were on the beach..." she said and giggled, teasing
me.
   "Bloody hell, as they say in London," I said with a wry grin.  So the
guys he was chatting to in Wengen, and at the piazza in Venice, they were
pick ups?" I said recalling Rob talking with a number of young men.
   "That seems to be it," she said triumphantly acknowledging she had
brought me up to speed.
   "Bloody hell," I said repeating the English slang.
   "So what is he?" I asked quizzically.
   "What do you mean?" Sam asked a little confused.
   "Is he a top or a bottom?" I explained.
   She looked a little puzzled and then laughed at my question.
   "I think he's very much equal opportunity," she giggled.  I think he can
either be the girl or be the boy," she continued with a grin.  "Judging by
the noise at the camp in Benidorm I think he and his amigo swapped roles a
couple of times," she chuckled.
   Over three weeks with the guy and I never picked a thing.
   "And what about you," I grinned with a rise of my eyebrows.
   "Not for me sport.  I've a one-and-only back in Dannevirke Hawkes Bay
New Zealand.  He's got nine hundred acres of prime farmland and he's worth
me saving myself to get back to," she laughed.
   "Go on chicken.  Live a little and have some fun," I laughed.  "He'll
never know...live it up...be a devil," I grinned.
   "I'll know and that's all that matters.  I don't wear it while we're on
tour, but I have a very nice engagement ring thanks very much.  And I'm not
insulting his commitment for some one night stand," she said a little more
solemnly.
   "Fair enough Sam.  Good for you.  So it's a farmer's wife to be then?" I
said noting she was very serious about her betrothal.
   "Absolutely," she said emphatically.
   So I now knew about Rob.  On balance he had more sex than me so far,
judging by the men I saw him with.  Eventually he became aware that both
Sam and I knew but we respected his sexual preferences and never discussed
it and it certainly didn't make a scrap of difference to how well we were
getting on as a threesome.  We moved on to Rome where we had intended to
stay at least a week.  Rome proved to be a watershed in my sexual history.
   It was late one afternoon after we had been there for three days.  We
had rushed to the Coliseum, the Parthenon, Trevi Fountain and the Vatican
and today we had an idle day.  Sam had gone off with two New Zealand girls
she had met who were on a bus tour and I had no idea where Rob had got to.
I was lazing under the raised tail gate of the van; using it for shade in
the hot afternoon sun while listening to a Van Morrison tape when I heard
the unmistakable sound of a little Citroen CV2 chugga chugga up beside me.
I sat up on my elbows and peered at the little dark green car and had a
nice feel-good moment when I saw two beautiful young female faces looking
at me out of the windscreen.  They had a brief conversation and both got
out of their little car.  One was tall and willowy with small boobs beneath
a pale lemon polo top and a slender legs protruding from a short denim
skirt.  She looked about twelve at first glance.  Her hair was long honey
blond which she had over the front of her shoulders.  Her friend was almost
a head shorter and a little stocky though still very attractive.  She had
shoulder length dark hair and more obvious breasts than her friend.  She
was wearing a loose fitting white short sleeved shirt yet her breasts were
still pronounced.  She had on a pair of light blue shorts which seemed a
little too tight around her hips and I could see a pronounced swell at the
crotch.  She looked about fourteen.  They approached me and one spoke in
French.
   "Err...sorry...I don't speak Francais," I said.
   Now that they were closer I realized they were older than I first
thought; perhaps seventeen or eighteen; certainly not in their twenties. 
They looked at each other and a look of disappointment came over them. 
Damn this language thing!
   "I'm an American," I said quickly.  "You are French, err...vous
Francais...?" I tried my worst high school French.
   They giggled and were gracious enough to give small curtsies and say
`oui'.  They were clearly amused at my bad French.
   "Is there anything I can do to help?" I said standing up and walking
towards them.
   I was bare-chested and I pulled on a plain white T shirt as I approached
them.  They looked at each other and shrugged their lack of understanding.
I wish Sam was here.  She had seemed OK reading French road signs in Paris,
so maybe she could help.  These girls were little sweeties and I wanted to
make their aquaintences.  They must have got the gist of my offer as the
taller one turned and beckoned me to the back of their car which seemed
crammed full to the roof with gear.  They unpacked quite a large bag that
appeared to have a tent inside.  I nodded and grinned.
   "I'm Mr.  Boy Scout of America, I said triumphantly and began to unpack
the rolled up tent.
   Rather than be helpless and stand watching, they were intent on
following me as I laid the tent out on the grass.  It was one with a
sewn-in floor so not to difficult to work out how to peg the corners and
then work out the poles to support it.  We worked mostly without speaking;
just little comments in French and English and I felt this warm fuzzy
feeling running through me.  They were absolutely delightful and I was so
smitten I just wanted to grab them and kiss them.  I could figure out what
it was that caused my rather mawkish behavior but I was sure they were
enjoying me helping just as much.  Soon I had the tent pegged ready for a
centre pole and four semi vertical poles on each corner that were hinged to
bend towards the centre and support the sloping roof; angled in to lock the
centre pole.  There were guys from the corners to keep the tension so the
roof was taught all around.  It was a weird shape; square base with four
symmetrical sides and a pyramid apex from about shoulder height to the
point.  It looked like one of those old time beach tents you saw on old
English postcards.  I had coaxed them away from pitching it under the tree
adjacent to the van and I mimed (badly) birds on a branch pooping on the
tent and they giggled uncontrollably for a few minutes when they realised
what I was trying to convey.  I'm no Marcel Marceau either.  Once it was
up, I went around and pegged the intermediate floor holes on the perimeter
while they ferried their clothes and sleeping bags into the tent.  They
produced a foot pump and I peered in and saw they were pumping up a large
blue air mattress.  They were well equipped for their summer vacation.  I
wondered at the parental wisdom of two young women traveling the continent
like this.  No matter.  I had my less than honorable thoughts about them. I
stepped into the tent and took over the task of pumping up the mattress. 
It was looking to be no more than about 4 inches high fully inflated and I
was wondering how tight they needed to be to stop their bodies from hitting
the ground.  As I merrily pumped they whispered to each other and one
disappeared.  She returned with a large jug of red wine and some glasses
wedged into each other.
   "Vin rouge?" she said holding out an empty glass.
   "Oui," I grinned in bad French.
   They nodded and muttered their approval at me at least attempting to
speak what French I knew.
   "I'm Steve," I said pointing to myself as the dark haired one poured me
a glass of the wine.  They frowned at each other then the blond one
realized I was saying my name and quickly told her friend and they both
looked at me.  "Mirelle," said the blond one touching her thumb to her
chest.
   "Laure," said her friend as she stood pouring the wine for Mirelle,
having already handed me a rather full glass.
   "Bon jour Mirelle, Bon jour Laure," I said rather triumphantly at my
mastering of French, and held my glass out as I pumped the foot pump.
   "Bon Jour Steve," they chorused and giggled at my bad French.
   "A la tienne," said Mirelle and stepped forward and touched my glass
with hers.
   I frowned not knowing what she said, but it was obviously an equivalent
of `cheers' or `Saluda.'
   Laure put the screw cap on the jug of wine and placed it on the floor
then stepped forward.
   "A la tienne," she said with a grin.
   "Cheers," I said sheepishly, not able to mimic their toast.
   The wine was dreadful.  They seemed not to notice.  I guess they were
raised on wine but even I knew the difference between table wine and plonk.
This was bad Italian supermarket plonk.  We stood looking a bit lost as
what to do next so I thought `fuck it, English and French have some common
words so I'll just speak as if they can understand...' and started to tell
them I was an American, twenty three years old from Missouri and I had been
in London since January.  It worked.  As I started to retell my recent
potted history, they understood enough of the words to quiz me and allow me
to elaborate each little point as best I could.  I finished up on giving
them the place names where we had stayed and they seemed impressed I had
been to France twice so far.  They certainly understood the names of the
European cities and looked most impressed at how far I had come.  All the
while the double mattress got harder and my foot felt like it was about to
drop off.
   Laure related, rather painfully due to my poor understanding, they had
come from Marseilles through into Italy and from Genoa down through Pisa
and Florence here to Rome; much the same way we had but they would leave
Rome and go down to the port of Brindisi and then across to Greece.  After
returning from Greece they would go to Venice, Milan and then back through
the French Italian Alps.  This took a little while given the language
barrier and Laure had refilled our glasses and we had slugged our way
through the awful Italian plonk.  It was a hot day and the alcohol hit us
all quite quickly and there were lots of asides between them and occasional
knowing looks and glances at me.  I was enjoying this as they clearly liked
me and were discussing me as anonymously as they could, so I wouldn't catch
on.  But I just felt they were more than keen on me.  I finished the first
mattress and as I was stooping and stopping the plug hole Mirelle sat on
it, fortunately just as I had got the stopper in.  As she sat I got a full
crotch shot under her denim skirt.  Nice white panties.  She immediately
realised the ungainly position she had put herself in and tried to quickly
struggle in embarrassment as she realized I had copped a flash.  Laure
burst out laughing and the two exchanged rapid fire banter with Laure
obviously teasing her friend's unladylike behavior.  To my astonishment
Mirelle threw a hand up in dismissal of her predicament and lay diagonally
back on the mattress, with her head and long tresses flopping off a bottom
corner, giggling uncontrollably.  Her legs were flat and together and the
nice view now closed to my eyes.
   "Ooh la la," I chuckled and held my half empty glass in a toast at the
nice view I had had.
   The both giggled and Mirelle slowly parted her legs and raised her
knees. Laure's face dropped at her friend's brazen display as Mirelle's
crotch once again came into view.  The way she was lying this time showed
the curve of her mons and sex clearly evident in her white panties.  I
heard Laure say something almost in a whisper and she turned and looked
from me to Mirelle and back at me.  Without a word, she placed her drink
against the front of the tent beside the entrance flap which was hanging
loosely closed, and moved cautiously towards me; staring me in the eyes as
she closed in.  I froze and my heart started to beat faster as she came
right up close holding eye contact with me, and I felt a hand run firmly
over the front of my shorts.  I flinched involuntarily and then braced
myself as she massaged my cock through the denim.  I grew hard almost
instantly and she muttered something and glanced at Mirelle who was now
moving onto her knees and crawling off the inflated air mattress.  Laure
squatted and deftly undid the flies to my shorts and pulled my erection
out. She turned and said something to Mirelle and I took it as an
expression of approval at what she now held firmly in her grasp.  I'm not
circumcised and she pulled the foreskin back and forth a few times and
looked up at me with a serious look on her face and muttered what I can
only think was a compliment.  Here green eyes were dancing and she had a
greedy look on her face as she lowered her mouth so it was level with the
tip; still looking up at me.  She licked the head and then as if
surrendering to her compulsion, she took me in her mouth just as Mirelle
arrived beside her.  It was one of the most erotic moments of my life.  Two
beautiful French girls are kneeling before me and swapping my cock between
their mouths as one lightly fondles my balls.  Laure acted as mistress of
ceremony by holding my cock near the base and slowly jacking me as she
passed it across to Mirelle to spend a few minutes sucking, as Mirelle
looked up at me smiling coyly.  I was so aroused and starting to realize I
was going to cum.  I wanted these girls and cumming now would end the
probability of nailing them both so I eased Mirelle off and looked down and
grinned as I undid the button on my shorts.  They took the hint and quickly
pulled my shorts and underpants off.  I was already barefoot so I now stood
naked from the waist and quickly shucked my shirt.  It was already quite
hot in the tent; the mid-afternoon sun having warmed the air trapped by the
flap being loosely closed.  The girls kneeled and looked at me and Laure
ran her hands up and down the inside of my thighs.  I slipped a hand inside
her shirt and fumbled at the top button.  She got the message and quickly
undid her shirt and discarded it, remaining in her bra and shorts.  I
motioned for her to go on and she stood and started to remove her clothes.
Mirelle meanwhile had taken my cock in hand and was now sucking me again.
Almost oblivious to what Laure was doing.  I admired the hard body tone of
Laure and the full young breasts and aureole and nipples.  She looked at me
a little coyly and I pulled her to me and started to kiss her.  As we stood
and made out, Mirelle contented herself sucking me slowly and deliberately;
keeping me very hard and aroused without bringing me off prematurely.  I
slipped my fingers into Laure's sex and slowly started to masturbate her.
She staggered a little and fell against me.  Holding her this way I suckled
and massaged her breasts and nipples and slowly finger-fucked her.
   Laure was breathing steadily with her head against my shoulder and arms
loosely around my neck as I gently motioned her down onto the air mattress.
She held me for support as I guided her onto her back.  My twisting of
Laure down like this meant Mirelle had to stop sucking but she held my cock
until the last moment until I had turned away and crouched towards Laure
who had opened her legs wide and was holding her hands in welcome.  She was
bald; totally shaved and I did a double take at this sight.  With her
breasts now flattened because she was lying, she looked like she was
prepubescent.  I was incredibly turned on by this and quickly I positioned
myself just over her, supporting myself with my hands either side of her
shoulder.  The bed was remarkably tight and firm.  Mirelle surprised me by
crouching and taking my cock and pulled it towards Laure's sex.  I turned
briefly to look at Mirelle; appreciative of her help and she took my head
briefly and kissed me with an open mouth.  It was an electric charged kiss
and I gasped as she pulled away and egged me on into her friend's wet
warmth.  I had a little difficult penetrating Laure despite her being wet.
She was quite small in stature so it was really just a matter of a few
hesitant in-out movements and her natural lubrication allowed me to finally
go deeper each time.  She gasped and groaned her discomfort and I moved my
hips around a little until I got a straight push up into her and she sighed
her approval and I started to fuck her slowly; lying more along her body
and being able to toy with one breast and nipple as my hips slowly moved
back and forth as I enjoyed the tightness of her vagina.
   Mirelle was busily running her hands all over my back and buttocks and
occasionally between my legs from behind, where she stroked my cock at the
joining with Laure; and she also lightly fondled my balls.  She then
stopped and after a few seconds I turned to see what she was doing.  She
was stripping and I paused briefly in admiration noting she too was bald
around her sex.  She was stunning.  Slim and lithe on long legs and her sex
was framed by a pale bikini line with the lips openly pink along the slit.
She smiled and tossed her hair over her shoulder and crouched in to Laure
and me as I continued to fuck her friend.  Instead of resuming her fondling
and caressing of me, she instead started to fondle Laure's nearest breast
and as she positioned herself comfortably lying on one hip beside Laure, I
watched fascinated as she lowered her mouth to Laure's and the two girls
started to kiss passionately.  She stroked Laure's breasts and as I fucked
Laure the two girls continued in a passionate lesbian embrace.  It was too
much for me and I started to pick up the pace as I felt the early warning
of ejaculation.  Laure grunted as I pushed harder and they broke their
kiss. Mirelle held the smaller girl and stroked her breast and then I felt
her hand slide between mine and Laure's body and could feel it at our
junction.  Laure's moaning song changed pitch and I glanced down and
realised Mirelle was masturbating Laure's clitoris.  It dawned on me; I was
fucking one half of a teen lesbian couple.  The thought took me over and as
Laure began to wail quite loudly, I groaned and gasped as I pushed deep and
came in long delicious spurts into her tight warmth; splashing hard inside
of her.
   As I slowed and finally finished, Mirelle cradled her friends head and
returned to kissing her and stroking her breasts and nipples, keeping the
smaller girl in a state of afterglow while I detached myself and moved to
Laure's open side.  I joined in cuddling her and Mirelle smiled and leaned
over her friend's breasts and we kissed.  Laure stroked both our heads
lovingly and she said something softly under her breath and I'm sure I
recognized one word was the French equivalent of magnificent.  I was spent
for the time being but wanted to resume as soon as I could to fuck Mirelle.
If nothing else happened this day, I was not leaving this tent until I had
screwed both of them.  I petted with Mirelle and quickly got my thoughts
around our current situation.  Laure was lying between us and I wanted to
get at Mirelle's tiny tits and hairless sex.  Like her friend, she looked
prepubescent with her bald shaved sex.  I reached across Laure and slid my
fingers between Mirelle's legs and she scissored her upper leg so I could
stroke her.  I saw her head drop noticeably as my fingers went up against
her clitoris and she started to moan under her breath.  Laure opened her
eyes and realised what I was doing and she lifted her head a little and
started to suck Mirelle's closest nipple; now hard on her small firm
breast. This was awkward with Laure in the middle.  But as I was thinking
of how to subtly rearrange us, Laure spoke softly to Mirelle who smiled
almost appreciatively at her friend and pulled up and turned away.  I was
starting to panic that the sex was over but to my delight, Mirelle twisted
herself over Laure and Laure shuffled to the outside of the mattress. 
Mirelle took Laure's place in the middle of the mattress and parted her
legs.  This was inviting but I was shocked when Laure beat me to it.  With
a quick glance at me, she took her friend under each hip as she squatted
between Mirelle's legs and leaned in and introduced her mouth to her
friends exposed sex.  I lay propped on one elbow beside Mirelle and watched
fascinated as Laure commenced to eat her friend out.  Maybe they weren't
both lesbians.  Maybe Mirelle was the lesbian and Laure was bisexual.  This
thought vanished when Mirelle turned her head and smiled at me and held up
her hand in a come hither pose.  I quickly leaned over her and sucked and
pinched at her breast and nipples; occasionally kissing her warm mouth. 
Mirelle was quickly into a state of sexual enjoyment and I noted how she
held her butt just off the bed so Laure had the best angle to run her full
open mouth into her cunt.  There was no doubt that Laure's tongue was
pushed between her friends sex lips and ravaging the inner lips and
clitoris.  Mirelle grabbed me tightly and started hissing and almost
sobbing and she went rigid and I heard her groan and wail as Laure's mouth
brought her through a hard orgasm.  She crushed me to her, making it
difficult to get my mouth on her breast properly.  I did have my fingers on
her far nipple which I squeezed hard as I felt the shuddering in her body
as she came.
   Eventually she started to relax and then her body became quite limp and
she let me lower my head back onto the air bed beside hers.  She turned and
looked at me with a sort of goofy look on her face and softly said
something I did not understand.  Laure was sitting back on her haunches
between Mirelle's legs gazing at the long limber body of Mirelle lying
naked; legs askew and a slight shiny sheen around her open sex where
Laure's saliva had left a damp trail.  Mirelle gave the two of us a
satisfied smile.  Laure turned her gaze to my crotch; my cock was standing
up and she looked at me as if seeking approval before leaning forward and
she went down on me.  I spread my legs a little as she started to suck me.
It was really just a last minute confirmation that I was rock hard because
she soon lifted her head and turned and said something to Mirelle and
Mirelle flicked her eyes at me and nodded to me.  It was an invitation. 
`Come and fuck me now' is what she was saying.  Who said people needed to
speak the same language to communicate affectively?  I needed no prompting
and Laure crawled across her friend's leg to the far side of the air bed
with her back against the tent wall and I circled round to the foot of the
air mattress and slowly advanced towards the vee formed by Mirelle's opened
legs.  I lowered my head briefly, and like Laure, I suckled at Mirelle's
sex.  It tasted and smelled delicious.  Both girls approved of this
spontaneous diversion from simply mounting and fucking Mirelle and by the
time I eventually lowered my hips down, Laure had taken my cock and
introduced it to her friends open sex; just as Mirelle had done for her.  I
embraced Mirelle and slid into her easier than it had been to penetrate
Laure.  Probably due to the fact that Mirelle had already cum and she was
in a more aroused state than Laure had been when I had entered her.  I slid
in to the hilt and Mirelle sighed and held me as I started to fuck her.  My
ego was huge and I spent the first few minutes fucking her with my mind
with my cock being the translator.  I slow fucked her and she was enjoying
it immensely.  I learned that she was the more naturally sexual of the two
and I would learn she was able to have vaginal orgasms whereas Laure always
needed clitoral stimulation.  I fucked Mirelle steadily and just as Mirelle
did with Laure, Laure leaned into Mirelle and kissed her passionately and
fondled and suckled the blond teen's small breasts.  Mirelle came quietly
this time.  A series of low groans and sighs rather than the rigid spasms
and gasps of earlier, under Laure's mouth.  I might feel slighted by this
but it was clear her enjoyment was real even if her reaction was more
subdued.
   I hadn't cum.  This thought came to Laure who looked at me, her eyes and
expression clearly asking me if I had.  I shook my head.  Mirelle looked
disappointed and tapped my shoulder and she lay back and wagged a finger at
me as if to chastise me for holding back.  I smiled and leaned in and
kissed her and then eased back and nudged at a shoulder.  At first both
girls were confused at what I wanted so I pulled out of Mirelle, evoking a
groan of complaint and Laure looked apprehensive as if they had offended
me. I took Mirelle's legs and crossed them over and only then did Laure
understand what I wanted and relayed her understanding to Mirelle.  Mirelle
looked at her friend and when the understanding came she giggled and slowly
dragged herself over onto her stomach and shimmied her knees up so she had
her butt in the air.  I nodded my approval as she had turned her head back
to look at me.  Laure seemed fascinated by this and she leaned in just
behind Mirelle's closest buttock and watched as I held my cock and slowly
slid it between the plump sex-lips framed between Mirelle's gorgeous ass. I
pushed in as deep as I could, leaning over Mirelle's back and my hands on
the bed beside her waist.  I slowly fucked her once more, bringing about
more groans which I suspect were due to me hitting deep inside her slight
frame.  I fucked her almost obscenely reveling in the position I had her
in. The tightness of her warm wet vaginal canal and the egotistical mind
fucking I was enjoying complimenting the feeling in my groin.  Laure leaned
in behind me and run her hands up inside my buttocks and fondled my balls
and traced her fingers over the under side of the small length of my cock
which was exposed to her touch.  Occasionally she reached a hand under
Mirelle's body and rubbed her stomach up to her hanging boobs, and twirled
a nipple.  I came hard a second time in an hour and filled Mirelle's body
with strong spurts of semen.  Mirelle was gasping as a third orgasm took
her and Laure was crooning in amazement at her friend's capacity to cum yet
again.  Her face was twisted flat on the airbed, and I leaned right forward
and kissed and pecked her exposed cheek and neck while stroking her breasts
from underneath.  Mirelle slowly flattened out and drifted off into a
sexual doze.  I eased out and now Laure and I were both kneeling looking at
the tanned body of the young blond teen.  Laure leaned across Mirelle's
legs and we embraced and kissed.  She lowered her face to my groin and
sucked the last smears of semen from my now flaccid cock and wagged it as
if a compliment of `well done'.  I was feeling dozy like Mirelle and I
guess Laure was to as she crawled to lie beside Mirelle and pressed as far
into Mirelle as she could; lying on her side and cuddling her.  I spooned
in beside Mirelle with my ass almost hanging off the side of the mattress
which was too narrow to take the three of us comfortably.  But we just
fitted snugly and all three of us fell asleep.
   I woke at about five fifteen.  We had been like this for nearly an hour
and a half.  Considering it was after two when they had arrived, we had
accomplished a huge amount in a short time.  They were complete strangers
yet so trusting of me; and I was only too eager to have sex with them.  I
lay holding Mirelle and wondered what their sexual orientation really was.
I knew the French were reputed to be more open and natural about sex so I
figured that maybe not all female to female sex was considered lesbianism.
Yet I had thought that maybe Mirelle was.  But her welcoming me into her
young body and then their disappointment when they realised I hadn't cum,
made me believe they were sexually liberated and obviously bisexuals. 
There was no doubt in my mind that I was not the first man to join them in
sex.  I thought of the advantage this offered them.  They could indulge
each other while enjoying turns about with a man and a penis.  Not just the
false kind offered by dildos and such like that lesbians used to be
penetrated as in heterosexual coupling.  I wondered if these young girls,
who can only be high school senior age at best, had a plan to simply engage
any male who appealed to them and who wasn't averse to sharing with them.
What male would turn this down?  I rolled back off the mattress and stood
up.  Laure sensed me leaving and looked up at me.  I was dying for a piss
and somewhat dehydrated as it was now stiflingly hot in the tent.  I
motioned to my hanging cock and clutched my belly and she nodded her
understanding I needed a piss.  I started to dress and she stood slowly not
wanting to disturb Mirelle and quickly dressed with me.  We left together
and walked across the camp to the ablutions block and parted as we went to
the men's and woman's toilets.  After I had a long luxurious piss, I waited
for her and she returned looking innocent and beautiful as she fluffed her
hair and smoothed her shorts as she came out of the cubicle.  I took her
hand and we walked to the cantina and I bought a large bottle of spring
water.  She nodded her approval and we walked hand in hand back to the
tent. On arriving back at the tent, I saw Sam standing at the rear of the
van with the tailgate open and the other two New Zealand girls standing
talking with her.
   "Hello girls," I said jovially.  "This is Laure.  She's French."
   Sam gave me a look of exasperation; almost reproach.  She was obviously
thinking of Emma and how fickle I must be.  The other two girls were
Jeanette and Alison and both greeted us warmly.  Jeanette, a short curly
haired girl of about twenty spoke to Laure in stilted French but Laure
understood quite easily what she was saying and the two had a brief
conversation.  I caught Mirelle's name and Laure pointed to the tent and
then to me.
   "You're being praised for helping the girls with their tent," Jeanette
said with a grin.
   "And what else?" said Sam rather sardonically.
   I grinned at her.
   "Only doing my bit for trans Atlantic relations I said," pretending I
was playing along with a gag.
   Sam could joke about it but I wasn't outright admitting her jibe was
bang on correct.
   "We're running the cutter, as the Brits say," I explained holding up the
water.  "Bad case of dry mouth from some bad Italian Chianti and oppressive
heat in the tent," I added with a grin.
   Sam's mouth dropped open and the two Kiwi girls giggled as it dawned on
them I had already been in the tent with the two girls.  With them standing
staring at us, I took Laure's hand and turned and walked her to the tent. I
could feel the eyes boring into the back of my neck and I heard Sam mutter
`I don't believe it' as we disappeared from their view around the front of
the tent.  Once inside, Mirelle stirred and Laure tipped the dregs of wine
from the glasses; left sitting where we had placed them on the tent floor
before our sex earlier.  I rinsed them with some water and Mirelle turned
on her side and propped herself up on one arm and accepted a glass of
water. We each had at least two drinks of the refreshing water.  The rapid
intake of the bad wine had left us all dry mouth.  Laure said something to
Mirelle and they had a little conversation and Mirelle stood and dressed.
As they stood at the tent opening Laure made a motion for me to sit and
then they vanished, returning about ten minutes later.  I suspect it was
for Mirelle to take a toilet break and maybe swap notes about our sex.  I
was lying on the air mattress while I waited and Samantha poked her head in
the flap of the tent.
   "There's a get together in the cantina tonight," she said.  "The bus
leaves tomorrow so we're having a party.  Interested in joining them?"
   "I'll see; it sounds good," I answered.
   "You certainly make yourself useful don't you?" she said with a knowing
look.
   "Only too happy to help a damsel or two in distress," I answered with a
chuckle.
   She shook her head and left.  The two girls arrived shortly after she
had left and they busied themselves arranging the tent.  The mattress was
wedged between the centre pole and one side of the tent leaving the other
side open.  They arranged their back packs along the open side of the
floor. It was a mystery to me how their little car held all of the
possessions.  I noted this layout was all really well planned out which
made me wonder why they had given me the invitation to help them pitch the
tent as if they had never done it before.  I smiled to myself when I
realized this was a kind of a pick up line they used.  My chest swelled as
I realized they had approved of me the minute they saw me sit up behind my
van when they had arrived.  I was beginning to understand that what we had
done seemed very much a core part of their vacation plan.  And the obvious
attraction they had for each other was the stock Plan B if there was no
desirable body for Plan A.  Here were two French schoolgirls on the loose
looking for sexual threesomes.  I wondered if they would turn down the
offer to take in another girl for their threesome and make it an all-girl
m�nage.  I figured that was highly likely.  I bet they had no prejudice
based on gender.
   Mirelle and Laure treated me to a floor show of girl-girl action before
we went to the cantina.  They knelt on an air bed as I sat on the floor
with a glass of water and they went through a slow strip of each other; and
regularly glancing across to see I was enjoying the show, they slowly lay
out on the mattress and first Mirelle went down on Laure and then they
swapped over.  This display went on for about fifteen to twenty minutes. 
Just to show I was OK with it, I sat and slowly masturbated.  They approved
of this and as a reward they went into a soixante-neuf with Laure over the
top of Mirelle.  Finally Mirelle rolled Laure onto her back and brought the
dark haired girl to an orgasm with her mouth and fingers.  Knowing Mirelle
was more sexually attuned to cock, I moved over and rolled her quickly on
her back so she was lying half along Laure's body.  I moved over her and
with one of her legs twisted off the mattress I knelt into her beautiful
wet warmth and slowly fucked her to a nice orgasm.  She clutched and clung
to me as she gasped as she came while Laure cuddled her from behind and
underneath; her hands ravaging the slim blonds small tits and nipples.  I
groaned my appreciation as I came for the third time that afternoon and
finally collapsed in Mirelle's arms as Laure held Mirelle.  We slipped into
a doze once more.  At some point I heard voices and someone moved the flap
of the tent.  I realized after the sounds disappeared that it must have
been Sam coming to remind us of the party in the cantina.  It was quite
dark in the tent now so I figured it was at least after seven.  Hopefully
Sam did not see how naked we all were.  I roused the girls and they
struggled to a sitting position and I pointed at my watch and muttered
cantina and party.  They looked at each other and nodded.  Mirelle said
something to me and I wasn't sure what she meant.  Laure reached for a
toilet bag and held it in front of me.  OK, so we needed to freshen up.  To
have a shower even if it was only in cold water.
   We met back at the tent after we had all showered and the girls changed
their clothes; both preferring short skirts and blouses.  They looked
beautiful.  We trudged off to the cantina and the first order of the night
was one of the cantina's passable burgers with fries as we were all hungry.
The place was full of the bus tourists and after we had eaten, and I bought
the girls a glass of Pinot Grigio and myself a beer, we joined Sam and her
new friends from New Zealand.  This was to be a very enjoyable evening as
Jeanette was quite proficient with her French.  She acted as translator and
I learned the girls were from Marseilles and both attended a finishing
school in the country.  It appeared both came from small well-to-do
families and had known each other for most of their life.  They were going
to spend most of the three weeks vacation in Greece and just get a nice
tan. The New Zealand female threesome told them about where they came from
in Nouvelle Zelande and Jeanette gave the girls a rundown on my family and
where we lived in the US; with me supplying the details for translation.  I
was really appreciative the Kiwis looked past the obvious age difference
between me and the girls and accepted them as just another two of the many
nationalities in the cantina.  Sam begrudgingly told me what nice girls
they seemed to be.  She did ruin it a little when she said "what about
Emma?" I had visited Poste Restante in Venice and here in Rome hoping for
the postcards Emma had promised she would write me, but no joy.  I had
reluctantly decided she was just another holiday one night stand, albeit
one for whom I had felt a strong feeling of romance.  As the night wore on,
the rumor about the `bloody yank with the two French chicks' went around
the mainly new Zealand, Australian and English tourists.  I could feel the
envious eyes of the guys and the somewhat reproachful gaze of some of the
women realizing the obvious age difference between me and the two girls. 
It was a huge ego trip for me and I caught that very comment about me and
my ego from an English girl standing with her back to us; and talking with
a couple of guys who were looking past her at the girls with lustful
expressions while sipping their beer.  `Dream on boys' I thought with some
pride.
   That night was another carnal smorgasbord and I fucked Laure twice and
Mirelle once before morning.  Mirelle did get me off with a nice blowjob
while Laure dozed after a bout of girl-girl action.  But while it was still
very carnal, some of the eroticism was missing from what went down the
previous afternoon, due to the fact it was dark in the tent and the sense
of sight was taken from the mix.  It was still fantastic.  The next day I
went into Rome with them and we played tourists as a threesome and then
back to the camp and more early-evening sexual coupling before we went back
into Rome, taking Sam with us, to have a nice meal at a restaurant.  Sam
admitted to me, when the girls had gone to the bathroom, that they were
`neat kids' as she put it.  I felt a pang of guilt when she used the term
`kids' but I knew she wasn't being snide when she said it.  When we
returned to the camp, Rob had materialized from who knows where he had been
for two nights and the five of us sat in the cantina and had a nightcap. 
To my disappointment the girls rose and excused themselves, looking
apologetically at me, and traipsed off into the night back to their tent.
Sam looked at me and nodded ruefully at my hurt.
   "I think you've been used" she said, looking at me sympathetically. 
"They're off to find their next best good time."
   Rob looked a little bewildered at her comment and looked at me in
puzzlement.
   "The girls are quite turned onto each other," I said evenly, looking at
Sam.  "I think they need some time together without a spectator or the
distraction of an interloper."
   She looked a little taken aback and turned and looked in the direction
the girls had gone.
   "You mean...?" She started.  "God you've had it all, haven't you?" she
concluded in light derision.
   "Well not quite all," Rob offered with a grin.  "There was one gender
mix missing."
   He had caught onto my association with the two young French women and
their association to each other.  Sam and I caught his meaning and burst
out laughing.
   "No you probably took that honor," Sam laughed referring to the
probability Rob had had two nights of man sex.  *** BACK TO FRANCE
   The inevitable time came for us to move on.  Mirelle and Laure were
staying another day before heading to Brindisi and they would leave their
little car there and take a ferry to Greece.  They tried to convince us to
stay one more night but Rob confessed he was running low on cash and Sam
also said we needed to keep to our schedule as agreed as she had a
rendezvous with friends back in London who she did not want to miss before
they went home to South Africa.  I couldn't argue with them as we had all
agreed when we set out, what our date for return was to be.  Besides, the
girls shutting me out the other night made me realize how temporary it all
was; or maybe how incidental I was that they didn't really need me.  But
our last night was just as pleasurable as the first night I had with them
and it was really quite sad to leave them.  I kissed them and hugged them
to me and despite a tear or two from them, they quickly drifted back to
sleep as I slipped from the tent just after sunrise.  We were leaving for
Austria at seven and had a long day ahead of us.  It was probably best this
way.  Just slip away.
   We went to Vienna and stayed just outside of that fine old city, where
we spent three days.  From there we went into Germany and after a tour of
the depressing Dachau concentration camp we spent several nights near
Munich and went into the city and enjoyed the Bavarian beer halls while
taking in the sights.  We were way in advance of the celebrated Oktoberfest
so missed that treat.  Our tour was nearing the end of the seventh week
mark, and we crossed back into France and stayed a night in Strasbourg
before we would finish in Paris; and then traveling to Calais and back to
the UK.  It was in a camp ground just outside of Strasbourg that we got
into a jovial conversation with a group of German teen boys who were on a
Boy Scout road trip to Paris.  They all lived near the Austrian-German
border and they had spent two days visiting Munich as well and were staying
a night here before moving on to Paris.  They were a humorous bunch and
spoke good English and we had a good laugh with about five of them as we
sat around and I talked about the US, Rob about his home in Victoria
Australia, and Sam talked glowingly about growing up a farmer's daughter in
New Zealand.  Despite the New Zealand and Australian accents being similar,
I could now easily tell the subtle differences in how they said certain
words.  I've been told by English friends it's the same for them with the
Canadian and US accents.
   One good looking blond boy, called Rolf, asked us to take a number of
postcards back to England and post them to their group leader who could not
make the trip.  They joked how surprised he would be to see an English
postage stamp and post mark on a postcard of Strasbourg; and also knowing
the group were not going anywhere near England.  I thought this was a nice
trick and Rolf asked me to accompany me to get the post cards.  I thought
this was a strange request.  He could simply go and get them and bring them
back but nobody seemed to notice the question and when we both stood to
leave no one took any notice of that either.  Their bus was on the opposite
side of the camp ground tailored for larger vehicles and groups.  To get
there we walked through a small thick stand of trees and I was interested
to see a small stream running through the middle.  I wasn't aware this was
here.  It was late evening and a little gloomier in the woods but soon we
came out at the bus Rolf and party were traveling in.  Rolf disappeared
into what looked like a small barracks bunkhouse and soon returned with the
postcards in a flat white paper bag.  He grinned and flashed them at me and
we started back to the site where we were parked, via the small woods.
   Rolf was dressed in rather old fashioned baggy shorts and open leather
buckled sandals with a light blue polo shirt hanging outside of his shorts.
As we neared the middle of the woods he suddenly deviated off the path and
I stopped and quizzically watched him vanish from view behind the lush
foliage of a low bushy tree.  As I stood wondering what he was doing he
peered back and beckoned me.  I went forward and after pushing past the
foliage came into a small clearing in the middle of the thicket.  It looked
like a spot left when at least two or three of the variety of bushy tree
had not propagated and it was secluded from outside.  He stood back as I
came in and to my shock; he quickly pushed his shorts down mid-thigh taking
his underpants with them.  His modest teen cock was poking out horizontal
in erection.  I was flabbergasted.  Having spent nearly the first two
months in London sodomizing a Dutch boy called Pieetr I wasn't averse to
man sex.  But this was a teen boy about sixteen years of age.  I had no
idea what the laws regarding sex with boys was in France but this was quite
a surprise to see him standing there like this.  He held out an object he
had taken from his pocket and it turned out to be a small tube of lubricant
of some sort.  I took it from him and turned it over.  It was only a third
full.  Clearly it had been put to use recently as the tube was still almost
shop new to look at.  As I stood taking in the scene, he turned half around
and leaned away from me and slapped his butt.  He was inviting me to fuck
his ass!  At first his exposing his erection and the offering of the lube
had made me think he was expecting to sodomize me but that was just his
initial overture for sexual congress.
   What the fuck!  He was a good looking boy.  Maybe five ten and about one
eighty pounds; slim, handsome, and a good looking example of German
boyhood. He looked at me apprehensively and then smiled as I unzipped my
denim shorts and stood with my hands on my hips waiting.  He giggled like a
girl and turned and dropped to his knees and fished my hardening cock out
of the shorts.  Rolf proceeded to give me an expert blowjob.  Jacking and
sucking in unison and occasionally slowing to take me as far down his
throat as he could.  I was sure this kid had been here countless times
before.  I held his head after a few minutes and started to be more
aggressive and fucked his face.  His initial willingness to lead waned as I
took control and soon he was sitting on the ground on one hip with his feet
splayed out to the side as I held his head and took my cock and slapped his
face with it.  I did this for several minutes, occasionally pushing it deep
into his open throat so he gagged and long strands of saliva trailed from
his mouth each time I pulled it our and rubbed it around his face.  He was
moaning softly and I caught a glimpse of his hand roughly stroking his teen
erection.  This boy had been used this way before and he loved it.  He was
totally turned on by my dominating the action.  My emotional state was very
akin to the way I felt when I fucked Mirelle on her knees; using my head
more than my cock as my ego and male pride dominated my actions.  I was hot
and quite frantic to fuck this kid's ass.  I pulled back and taking a
handful of hair I motioned him to kneel and to lean forward on his
forearms. He knew exactly what I wanted and obliged.  I dragged the shorts
down to his knees and he clumsily lifted one then the other knee off the
ground and I took his shorts and underpants away altogether.  I now had his
delicious boy bubble butt offered to me.  The anal pucker looking dark and
full in the gathering gloom of early evening.  Taking the tube I smeared a
generous amount of the lube on my fingertips and started to work it into
the boy's anal pucker.  He groaned and sighed in appreciation at what I was
doing.  I was quick to note he was quite loose.  Not tight like Pieetr who
admitted he had not had recent sex when I met him.  I guessed Rolf was
currently being plowed by someone on a regular basis.  Maybe the group
leader who could not make this trip?  I got three fingers into him once I
had slicked him with nearly all of the remains of the small tube.  Taking
my own cock in hand, I transferred the remaining greasy lube onto my cock
head and shaft.
   Now I was ready, I knelt behind him and moved my cock up to the pucker;
using one hand to hold the anus for direction and the other holding my cock
to home in on.  He was easy.  I slid in as readily as I had slid into Emma
and Mirelle the first time.  He sighed and let out a little girl giggle
which he stifled; clearly not wanting any passer-by to hear.  I fucked Rolf
for nearly ten minutes.  Obscenely drawing the fuck out and tormenting the
boy with my hand on his cock.  Several times he almost sobbed in
frustration as I brushed his hand off his own stiff cock and pulled it back
against his belly; not stroking or jacking but holding him so he couldn't
cum.  Soon I began to rise onto the balls of my feet and swing obscenely
and deeply into his warm asshole.  I tormented him like this for another
ten minutes and he was now gibbering and quietly begging me to let him cum.
I held his hard cock forward and began to jack him more quickly as I
increased the tempo of fucking his ass.  I came, stifling the need to cry
out in pleasure as I nailed his ass deep and spurted six, maybe seven
strong spurts deep into his bowel.  He lost it and ignoring the fear of
discovery, began sobbing and gasping quite loudly as he came in my hand. 
I'd never felt another man's cock at the moment of orgasm but I felt his
pulse as his semen spurted through it and somewhere into the gloom onto the
dusty ground.  He sobbed and gasped his pleasure and as I had finished deep
in him, I slowly dragged my semi-hard cock out; much to his disappointment.
Rolf finally fell to one side and lay, half crouching on one hip gathering
his strength.  I stood up and tucked my cock back in my pants and dusted
off my knees.  I retrieved the nearly empty tube of lube and stood waiting
for him to stand up.  Eventually he rose with his back to me and as he
turned, he slumped forward with a sob and took my shoulders and pressed
against me, looking up at me.  I sensed he wanted me to kiss him but I was
having none of that.
   "Put your pants on Rolf," I said dully looking dispassionately at him.
   A look of disappointment came over his young face and then resignation
that the contact was over.  He shrugged and picked up his underpants and
shorts and pulled them on over his sandaled feet.  He smoothed them down
and stood looking sadly at me.
   "You like boys to be girls," he said softly.
   "I'm afraid so Rolf," I said.  "And I like girls better than boys."
   He nodded dejectedly and I felt sorry for him.  He had been great fun
and a humorous clown back at the van and I was feeling remorseful I had
used him without care for what he might want; apart from the obvious of
being fucked.  I placed a hand on his shoulder.
   "But you are a handsome boy and for you I liked bringing you off.  I
don't usually handle my boys that way.  Only the special ones," I lied and
held his gaze.
   He smiled his appreciation at my words and then turned and bent and
brought the white paper bag with the postcards out from under the bush
where he had placed them for safety while we fucked.  We left the small
clearing and soon arrived back at the van.  Rob was the only one there,
explaining the German boys had been summoned for dinner and Sam had met
another New Zealand couple who were also traveling by VW van and she had
gone to the small camp bar with them.
   "What took you so long?" Rob asked almost suspiciously.
   "I could not find the postcards, so we had to buy some more," Rolf lied
glibly.
   Rob looked at him a little suspiciously and turned back to fiddling with
his backpack he had been repacking.  Rolf bid us auf wiedersehen and
reluctantly turned and went to find his friends.  Rob glanced at him
leaving and looked at me but said nothing and went back to what he was
doing.  I went to the side of the van and took out a glass and filled it
with water from our canteen and rinsed my mouth which felt dry.  Did Rob
suspect?  Did he pick Rolf as a gay boy?  It was possible.
   BACK HOME TO ENGLAND
   And so we left Strasbourg next day and onto Paris for one last fling. 
The New Zealand couple Sam had made acquaintance with was also heading back
to the UK so we traveled in convoy and on the last night we went to a
Parisian restaurant with them.  Rob declined to join us.  I had noted he
had become rather morose and withdrawn and I couldn't fathom why.  I
mentioned it to Sam and her take was that as he was running out of money,
his night time activities had been curtailed.  In short he hadn't been laid
for a week now; since leaving Rome.  She reasoned that he had been through
Europe last year and had seen most of the sights we had visited so this
might be more of a sex tour for him; revisiting perhaps what had not really
fulfilled him last year.  I deduced it must take a bit of cash to set a
social scene to pick up men.  Either that or he was using male prostitutes.
We arrived back in London just short of eight weeks since we left.  Both
Rob and Sam had friends with flats and I dropped them off late on the
evening we arrived back.  Sam hugged me and thanked me profusely for all I
had helped her to achieve with her `OE' as she put it; overseas experience
which all young New Zealanders seemed to have to do before settling down.
She gave me her London phone number and begged me to keep in touch until we
both left at the end of the year.  Rob was more perfunctory with his
farewell.  He had decided to head home to Australia the following week;
citing lack of money as the reason for his change of plans.  He couldn't
see the sense in hanging around through an English autumn just to go home
at the onset of winter.  It would soon be spring in Australia.
   As I drove towards North West London, I was left pondering what to do. I
could go back to Willesden green where I lived before I left for Europe but
I had a feeling that the flat personnel I had lived with had almost
certainly changed.  I thought maybe I could go to West Hampstead and see if
Paz, the Spanish girl I was keen on, was still there.  Maybe she would give
me a bed for a night until I got myself sorted out.  Paz always seemed to
have hangers-on of some nationality or the other, crashing at her flat.  As
it was Thursday night, I figured the usual crowd may be in at the local pub
we frequented so I went there after eating a delicious feed of Roc and
chips in the van in the High Street.  The English sure knew how to make
fish and chips and I had been starved for them for nearly two months.  I
was low on cash as well and needed to get to my bank in the West End the
next day; and more importantly, get a job so as not to run into my reserves
unnecessarily.  To my delight Paz and her Italian friend Mia were in the
pub and greeted me with a long hug and a full kiss on the lips.  I always
found this quite sensual but it was really their way of showing they were
pleased to see you.  It was not just with me but with everybody they had
not seen for some time.  The faces around us were all familiar and I had an
enjoyable conclusion to my two months in Europe, feeling wanted and
belonging back here in London.  That night I did crash on the floor at
Paz's flat, noting Mia and Paz shared the bed as it was too late for Mia to
catch the tube back to her flat.  That was a curse of London.  The
transport stopped at midnight.  As fatigue and the beer overcame me, I had
a brief fantasy about Paz and Mia; recalling my carnal time with Mirelle
and Laure in Rome.  I had just over three months left before I would go
back to the US.  But for now I was `home'.
   The End
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