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THE CAMPING TRIP (MF/mf, orgy)
by Anonymous Author (c) 1995


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     Jeane lay very still.  She knew she was seeing something she
wasn't supposed to see.  A dim light was on in the other end of
the darkened camper.  She could see Mr. and Mrs. Harrison lying
side by side on the double bed.  Nancy and Josh were kissing. 
They were lying on top of the cover, with their feet towards
where Jeane lay in the sofa bed.  Next to her was Alex, the
Harrison's retarded son.  Jeane could see that the two adults
were dressed for bed, and they were just lying there together
with their arms around each other kissing.
     Jeane couldn't believe that she was here.  She had been
dying to have a real good vacation and two weeks ago, Mrs.
Harrison had called her mother and asked if Jeane would like to
go on vacation with them to sort of baby-sit Alex.  Alex, who was
fifteen, was mildly retarded and could be a real handful
sometimes.  The Harrison's had told her that he had the mental
capacity of a six year old.  Since Jeane had always like little
children Alex was sort of appealing and had never been bothered
by him.  The Harrison's had opted to keep Alex home rather than
institutionalize him and it was real stressful.  Her mother had
agreed and they had stopped in the middle of the night to pick
her up at her house.  They were going to drive during the night
so that they would be at the camping park before morning.
     Alex had been sacked out on sofa in the middle of the travel
vehicle when she got on board.  He had waked up and they had
talked and giggled for a while before going to sleep.  She liked
Alex even though she knew of no one else who would tolerate his
occasional outbursts, except the Harrison's.  They had just
fallen asleep in their clothes there on the sofa bed together. 
Jeane was on the right side of the bed, towards the back of the
vehicle and Alex was snoring next to her.  "Too cozy," you say? 
Hardy.  She had been told by the Harrison's that not only was
Alex mentally six, but he was "very immature, both physically and
mentally," in other ways, too.  She wasn't sure what that meant,
but she gathered that letting her "sleep" with Alex wasn't a
"risk."  Well, at thirteen, she wasn't much of a "risk" either,
but lately boys had taken on a whole new dimension to her. 
     Jeane had half-wakened when she felt the big camper bumping
over rough terrain.  Shortly after this she had been vaguely
aware of the Harrisons moving past where they slept to the back
of the trailer, and realized that they must have reached their
destination.  She had just about dozed back off when she heard
Nancy giggle.  She had peeked to see what was going on and
discovered that they were smooching.  Nancy had on a short gown
and Josh had on pajamas.  Now as she watched, she saw Josh
sliding his hands all over Nancy's big tits, and then she saw him
pull the strap of her gown down and take hold of her bare tit. 
As she watched, she saw him lower his head to her breast.  With
his head in the way, she couldn't be too sure, but she had the
impression that he was kissing her tits.  Josh slid down on the
bed a little, and, as he moved, his crotch came into Jeane's
view.  She almost gasped aloud at what she saw.  His pajama pants
were bulging!  From the way his pants were sticking out, she knew
he had an "erection" as the books on sex called it.  Then she saw
him slide his hand up between Nancy's legs, pulling her gown up
as he did so.  When he reached her crotch, she opened her legs
and Jeane saw him slide his finger right up inside of her pussy! 
From the angle she had, she could actually see his finger
disappear through the brown hair and go up her slit.  She saw
Nancy reach down and slide her hand inside the waist of Josh's
pajama pants.  From the way Nancy's hand was moving back and
forth, Jeane knew that Nancy was stroking Josh's penis.  She held
her breath as she watched.
     After several minutes, she saw Josh raise up and slide over
on top of her aunt.  She saw Nancy pushing his pajamas down, and
she almost gasped when his butt came into view.  She had never
seen a man's butt, and she was very excited at getting to view
this one.  She realized that she was "sexually aroused" as the
books called it.  She knew her virgin 13 year old pussy was wet
with juice.  She had played with her pussy a few times and knew
the excited feeling.
     She saw Nancy pull her legs up, her knees sticking up on
each side of Josh's thighs.  She knew that they were about to
have sex, or "fuck" as some of her more experienced friends at
school called it.
     Jeane saw Josh's buttocks tighten as he pushed against his
wife, and she realized that he must have just put his penis
inside of her vagina.  Jeane almost giggled out loud.  She was
thinking in the terms which she had seen in the books.  Her
friend, Jill, would have said that he just stuck his dick in her
pussy.  As she watched, she saw his buttocks tighten and relax as
he thrust into his wife and then withdrew.  Jeane lay very still
and watched his butt, looking at the way the muscles tightened
and relaxed as he repeatedly thrust and withdrew, thrust and
withdrew.  Josh was doing it faster now.  His buttocks were
clenching and relaxing at a much faster rate.  She could hear
Nancy sort of moaning and groaning in time with Josh's thrusts. 
It sounded like she was really enjoying what she was getting. 
Jeane saw Nancy's hands slide down over Josh's ass.  Nancy had
hold of his checks, pulling and pushing, encouraging him in his
thrusts.  Suddenly, she saw Nancy's legs jerk upward and heard
her begin to kind of moan and cry.  She saw Josh shove forward
hard and hold tight up against her.  His buttocks were clenched
tightly and she could hear him gasping and groaning.  She
realized that they must be "climaxing" and that his organ must be
shooting his stuff up inside of her.
     After a few moments, they lay still.  Jeane was hoping that
he would raise up and that she would see his dick when he pulled
it out of her, but he got up and pulled his pajamas up before she
could see anything.  He then went off to the bathroom leaving
Nancy still spread-eagled on the bed.  Jeane drifted off to
sleep.
     Jeane was awakened by a hand shaking her shoulder.
     "Jeane, rise and shine," she heard Nancy's voice.  Sleepily,
Jeane rolled over onto her back.  She had been having the most
wonderful dream.  She had been watching Josh's bare butt,
thrusting and pushing.  But it had been her he was thrusting and
pushing into!
     Looking around, she saw that Alex was sitting up beside her,
rubbing his eyes.  Nancy laughed at them.
     "You guys got a lot more sleep than we did last night, and
we're having to wake you up," she laughed at them.  "Come on,
I've got breakfast ready."  She motioned toward the front of the
vehicle, and Jeane saw that the booth-like table was set with
pancakes.  Josh was putting forks on the table.  The kids didn't
need any more encouragement.  They scrambled off the bed and
headed for the table.
     After breakfast, they all went out together to look around
the camp ground.  They were parked in a wooded section near a
river.  There was only one other vehicle in that section of the
park, a big conversion van, parked three campsites away.  There
was a small building next to the conversion van which Jeane
guessed was some sort of bath house.  Their campsite was all the
way on the end of the row, and it had a picnic table and a
campfire circle.
     They walked down the road past the conversion van and when
they rounded a curve in the drive, Jeane saw a swimming pool
ahead.  Beyond the swimming pool, there were more campsites, and
what looked like a lodge.  They walked on down to the swimming
pool, and discovered that there was a concession stand alongside
it.   The kids went around to inspect the pool while Josh and
Nancy walked on down to the lodge.
     As they departed, Nancy told her that Alex could swim in his
jams, but she had to take Alex into the ladies side while she
changed as Alex should not be left alone.  "I hope no one else is
in there," she laughed as they continued on their way.  
     Jeane was relieved as she had never seen Alex naked, or any
male outside of babies she had babysat and a few wrinkled
pictures her friends had shown her once.  She had once walked in
on her parents as they were watching an "adult" video.  She still
kicked herself for being so absorbed in the TV that she had not
really noticed what they had been doing on the sofa.  Were they
ever embarrassed.  But she was younger then.  Only recently had
that incident returned to her imagination and with vengeance. 
Actually, now that she thought of it it might have been fun to
"dress" Alex, maybe some other time.  The thought of that excited
her, until she remembered Nancy's "immature" speech.  Well, she
would find out herself.
     The ladies dressing room was empty, thank goodness.  She
told Alex to face the other way as she undressed.  Jeane had
always like to undress sensually, even before she had even heard
of the word.  Her mother had raised her to admire and respect her
own body and she had often told her how nice it was and how much
better it was going to be.  Even now, some nights when she had
trouble sleeping her mother would come to her room and give her a
massage to help her sleep.  Those nearly full-body massages were
wonderful and tingly, especially when she traced her budding
breasts and nipples and around her genitals.  Her mother would
sort of go into a trance when she did that, but Jeane loved it. 
Once her mother said, "Someday a nice young man is going come
along and do this to you and you will see why being a woman is so
great."  She was beginning to get the idea already.
     Anyway, she obviously had taken too long as when she was
finally ready to slip on her bathing suit she noticed that Alex
had turned around and was facing her.  His face was
expressionless.  He said nothing.  But then a great big smile
came to his lips.  "I like you, Jeane," he said.
     Quickly, she finished dressing and told Alex to hold still
while she took his shirt and shoes.  He stood stock still.
     They spent about an hour playing around alone in the pool. 
Jeane was afraid Alex would be a pain, but he turned out to be
really fun.  They could play tag and all sorts of games as well
as just paddle around.  At one time during their game of tag he
got a little rough and insisted on hugging her, but she just held
his face and looked straight at him and told him to stop. 
Actually, she wouldn't have minded it except she was getting
excited by all of the body contact and was embarrassed that
someone would see them.
     Nancy and Josh returned then.  Josh offered to take Alex
back, as Nancy wanted to take a shower.  She said Jeane could
join her.  That sounded rather interesting as she enjoyed being
with naked women, at least her mother and her friends.  She had
taken many showers and baths with her mother, which she
encouraged.  They could talk woman-talk, she said.
     They quickly undressed and went into the shower area.  It
was one big area, and was not divided into stalls.  Jeane turned
on the shower and began soaping herself.  Nancy was a tall,
elegant woman, that men would call well-built.  Her breasts were
fairly large and firm, jutting out proudly from her chest.  Her
stomach was slightly rounded, and her hips curved pleasantly down
to lovely long slim legs.  Jeane was much shorter and slim, tiny
compared to Nancy.  Her budding breasts were much smaller, being
about the size of tennis ball-halves and her nipples were pink
and delicate.  She had a flat stomach and the hip curves were
just beginning to show.  She also had lovely long legs.
     As Jeane lathered herself, she glanced at Nancy and saw that
she was facing directly toward her and was washing her pussy, her
legs slightly apart, giving her a look directly between her legs. 
Then she turned around and dropped her soap on the floor and bent
over to pick it up, with her ass pointing straight toward Jeane. 
When Nancy straightened up, Jeane saw her glance towards her. 
Well, how about that, Nancy knew she was being watched and she
was showing off.  For several minutes, the two females continued
to wash themselves and cautiously display themselves to each
other.
     Finally, they turned off the water and moved to the dressing
area.  Jeane sat on a bench, with her knees straight towards
Nancy and spread her legs, drying her pussy in full view.  She
glanced at Nancy.   Surprisingly, Nancy looked at her and nodded
approvingly. 
     "You are going to be a beautiful woman, Jeane," she said. 
"I pray you find a man who will also appreciate your beauty and
womanness.  You obviously approve of me, too.  I trust you would
approve of my sensuality also, as they go hand in hand.  Josh and
I are out here to try to get something going in our lives,
marriage, that is....Oh, hell, our sex lives.  
     "You understand what I mean don't you?"  But before she
could say she didn't, Nancy continued, "Jeane, I think that
sexual intercourse is just about the greatest thing there is.  I
could fuck (that term doesn't offend you, does it?) all day long,
but Josh doesn't want to.  I am lucky to beguile him into doing
it once a week.  Once when I was desperate I got him to screw me
five times in three days, but then I got afraid he would not be
able to get it up and then he would really be a problem.  He also
has a tendency to skip the preliminaries and stick it right in. 
We go through K-Y like mad.  I had an affair once with this great
guy (but he was married and it got messy).  He knew how to do it. 
Wow, did her ever," she trailed off.
     "I sure hope you find a caring, sensitive guy like that. 
Believe me it ain't the size of the cock that does it, no siree. 
I also had a sort of an affair with another lady.  That was
nearly as good.  I can see where the lesbians could be well
satisfied.  It is all in the caring and sharing.  Big macho men
with big cocks are a pain and I don't mean physically.  Why our
vaginas can birth a baby with a huge head, so no cock's ever too
big."
     "I am sorry, Jeane, I just got carried away.  I just sort of
see a kind heart in you, someone who would listen to my
frustrations without blaming or belittling.  I sure hope you
don't mind.  Do you?"
     "Of course, I don't, Mrs. Harrison.  Although..."  "Cut the
'Mrs. Harrison' crap.  My name is Nancy."
     "You know, I say you and Josh doing it last night?"
     "You did?  Well, that's great, well, no it wasn't, I mean,
you didn't see a great example of screwing, but I am glad you saw
us.  It is sort, well, makes us intimates, doesn't it?  That
wasn't one of his worst times, but I was just as horny after as
before.  Did you like watching?"
     "Actually, I did.  What does it feel like, I mean, having
someone put something inside of you?  It sounds gross to me."
     "Well, now, Jeane, if just anyone came along and said, 'Hey,
let me put this pretzel up your twat,' well, I would agree with
you.  But when some gentle, caring guy (or gal, as the case might
be) has got you higher than a kite, it feels like you've died and
gone to heaven when he sticks his cock (or most anything) in you. 
Believe me, Jeane, it may seem gross, but God sure knew what She
was doing.  And I know God is female, because after men screw
it's all over, but we, women, just keep right on going, if we
don't let the bastards turn us off.  Stick with me, Jeane, and
I'll show you."
     At that she got up, still stark naked, and went over to her. 
She reached down and gave the young girl a big hug.  Since they
were both naked there was a lot of skin to skin contact, and was
it neat.  She lifted her right up (Nancy was no shrinking violet)
and held her off of the ground.  She set her on the bench and
stepped back to look at her at arms length.
     "Yes, Jeane, I could easily become a big, big fan of yours,"
she said as she slowly let her gaze drop down and take in my
whole body.  Then her soft delicate hands also took the same
trip.  "My, my," she whispered as her hands gently fondled
Jeane's ripening breasts.  Jeane's nipples quickly stood erect to
greet Nancy's touch.  Her warm hands then traced Jeane's youthful
contours to her slim hips.  Then she carefully took Jeane's hands
and placed them on her own ample breasts, encouraging her to play
with her nipples as she had done.  
     The tingling sensations were driving Jeane crazy and when
Nancy reached around and enveloped Jeane's small, but firm,
buttocks and stretched further to trace between her legs, she
could stand it no more.
     "Nancy, I am going to faint," and she went all wobbly.
     Nancy grabbed her and set her down on the bench.  "I am so
sorry, Jeane.  I had thought that maybe this wouldn't have been
quite so new for you.  I just about came just looking at you.  It
wasn't fair of me to take advantage of you like this, forgive
me."
     Having learned about the finer things in life in the last
few moments, Jeane protested as adamantly as she could.  "Nancy,
I have never felt so wonderful, so needed and so wanted as I did
just now.  I guess it is just too much for me all at one time."
     As Nancy helped her dress, she smiled and said, "Jeane, you
have not seen the last of me.  We are going to continue this, ...
well, conversation of ours, again.  I might let you in on a
little secret a little later also."
     As she finished dressing herself, she said, "I am trying my
damnedest to get screwed all week, so could you please try and
keep Alex out of our hair as much as possible.  I sure don't mind
having you close by anytime (and she emphasized the "anytime"),
you might learn something useful, you never know.  But I don't
know how Alex would react to our fucking, so the writing is on
the wall.  You, young lady, however, are in for some intensive
lessons, I hope, so keep your eyes open."
     On that note, they left the shelter and headed back to the
camper.
     The rest of the afternoon and evening was spend hiking and
messing around the camper.  After a late supper Nancy winked at
Jeane and suggested that they all hit the hay early.  Josh
objected, saying it was the shank of the evening and besides
there was a party at the lodge.  
     At that Nancy said, "Speaking of shanks, Josh, let's talk
about yours."  That shut him up, as he quickly looked over to see
if either of the kids had caught on.
     Josh took Alex in back to change.  Jeane quickly slipped
into her baby-doll under the admiring glance of Nancy.  "I can't
wait," she said, just before the men returned.  
     Alex came back with pajama bottoms with no shirt.  Josh
suggested Alex sleep in the back and Jeane could take the couch. 
Nancy suggested that the kids could watch a little TV before
going to bed, so the kids piled onto the sofa as Nancy and Josh
left for the party.  
     On her way out, Nancy stopped by Alex and Jeane on the
pretext of kissing them each goodnight, but she whispered, "In
the glove compartment," to Jeane.  "Don't do anything I wouldn't
do," she chided in departing.
     The kids sat quietly for several minutes.  "Now is my chance
to further my education," thought Jeane.  
     "I wonder what's in the glove compartment."  There was only
one way to find out, look.  She went up front and opened the
glove box.  Just junk.  But she searched through it and, lo and
behold, she found a video.  She didn't have to look closely to
guess what it might be about.
     "Want to watch a movie, Alex?"  "I suppose so.  Is it
Disney?"  "Sort of," she smiled back.
     "Did you really like what you say this afternoon, Alex?" 
"Yes, it was neat."  "Would you like to see me again?"  "Ya, that
would be great, Jeane."  
     She got the movie going.  It was one of the Grade C-types. 
No plot, just screwing.  It blew her mind.  As she sat enraptured
by the movie she totally forgot Alex was next to her.  She still
thought it sort of gross, but just watching brought that tingling
sensation back to her loins.  But the insensitivity and near
violence of the men and indifference of the women, was a near
turn-off for her.  "It sure looks like the men enjoy that, but I
am not sure the women do," she thought.
     When it was all over and her breath had come back, she
remembered Alex.  She looked over and say him stretched out on
his side where he had started, only now, he was sound asleep. 
"Nancy sure was right."
     So now what should she do.  She put the video back and
returned to the sofa.  She didn't feel like sleeping.  She wished
Nancy was here.  
     She went into the bathroom.  She was going to take the
ponytails out of her hair.  She stood in front of the mirror with
her pajama tops pulled up and looked at her tennis-ball-sized
developing breasts.  They were nice.  Not big like her mother's
or Nancy, but both women liked hers, so they must be all right. 
Her hand crept down to her loins.  She wanted to get all wobbly
again.  She closed her eyes and let her mind wander back to the
afternoon in the shelter.  She felt the tingling between her legs
again and a strong need to touch herself there.   Before she
realized it, she had a finger deep into her vagina, and another
over her little bud-clitoris rubbing it in a circular motion.  
     At that moment she heard, "Wa'cha doin?" Alex rudely asked.
     "I should ask you that, Alex,"  she returned, quickly
pulling her hand out of her pajama bottoms and dropping the top
back down.  "You shouldn't be spying on me."
     "I wasn't, I just had to go to the batroom and you were
here."  
     She didn't know what he had seen, but she wasn't sure she
cared as the pleasant sensations had not diminished.  "Go ahead,
you won't bother me."
     At that he unbuttoned his pajama fly and pulled out his
penis.  Now, she certainly was no expert on these things having
only a few minutes before even seen much of penises.  She knew
that they did grow much bigger when erect and all of those she
had seen in the video were erect and, of course, huge.  Alex's
was actually small compared to them, but it had a certain
fascination about it, even flaccid.  She stared at the soft pink
thing, about five inches long and as big around as, maybe, a
garden hose.  Alex held it complacently in one hand and let out a
horse-like stream of piss.  He sort of played at making a design
of bubbles in the toilet bowl and seemed disappointed when
finished.  She would have loved to take it in her hand and see
what it was like.  
     As Alex was stuffing it back into his pajamas, she
hesitantly inquired, "That is very nice, Alex, may I look at it
some more?"  "Ya, you don't have one, do you?"  "No, but I have
something nice, too."
     What Alex said next almost caused her to keel over:  "I
know.  Ma lets me see her's and if I'm good she lets me play
around it.  It is fun to mess around in there, but it gets messy
and I have to wash my hands and I hate to wash my hands and Ma
sure acts funny.  She gets all excited and bounces around and
screams, but she won't let me stop.  She says someday maybe she
will show me some more things to do.  Can I play with your's?"
     Well, with an introduction like that, what could she do? 
Trembling with anticipation, she managed to get out, "Sure, let's
go back out to the sofa, it's too crowded in here."
     They both rushed back out the narrow door, and just like the
Keystone Cops, they wedged themselves.  This was the second time
Jeane could actually recall touching a Jim's bare skin.  This
time the touch was more electric than in the pool.  
     After some struggling they freed themselves and raced for
the sofa.  They tied, and flung themselves down on the narrow
mattress.
     "Tell me what your mother does now, Alex."  "She just takes
off her clothes and lays down on the bed.  Then she tells me to
get a big gob of spit and lick it all around her house until it
is real wet, then she tells me to pretend the little man is a
soda and then I get to play with the little man and go in the
house."
     "I don't know what all of that means, but I will take my
pajamas off and you show me.  It doesn't hurt does it?"  
     "Well, sometimes she acts like it, but I wouldn't hurt a
flea, and she won't let me stop and I don't know."
     In no time she had her pajamas off and was stark naked
before a person for the second time today.  She stretched out on
her back on the sofa.  Alex seemed to enjoy looking at her body,
or at least that is what she thought.  Her body was starting to
take shape and she wasn't the skinny kid she used to be.
     Her legs were slightly apart and bent up at the knees.  Alex
could see the smooth white of her inner thighs.   He placed his
hand gently on the inside of her thigh and softly squeezed.  She
didn't pull away or tell him to stop.  He felt an electricity
flow through his body that he had not felt with his mother.  He
hesitated.
     Jeane felt the electricity too.  She wasn't sure what to do
because she was so excited.  
     She felt his vacillation.  "Is something wrong, Alex?"  "I
dunno.  I feel sort of funny."  "Is it a good feeling or bad?" 
"I dunno, kinna good."  "Well, Alex, I feel great please keep
going."
     At that he boosted himself up onto the sofa and somehow got
himself lodged between her legs.  The sofa was really not meant
for this type of activity, but it was not going to stop either of
them.  
     He leaned down and just before be buried himself into Jeane
awaiting pleasure box, he said, "Gee, you don't have so much
grass around your house as ma does and where is the little man? 
On ma, he stands up very straight.  When he is standing up and I
just touch it, ma just whoops.  It's fun seeing her go crazy. 
Maybe you don't have a little man."
     As he was talking, his hand motion slightly intensified as
he gently stroke her soft inviting thigh.  His hand had inched
it's way up so that he was now feeling her crack.  He could feel
her moistness as his finger explored.
     Before Jeane could say anything, he lowered himself down so
he could lubricate the premises.  In one fell swoop, Jeane felt
herself leave the world of children and enter the sensuously
delightful world of adults.  The first touch of his tongue on her
private parts cause her great anxiety, it violated all she had
been taught, but the exquisite sensations could not be denied. 
She writhed and twisted and might possibly even have escaped, but
Alex was used to "an active partner" and held her firm in his
grip.  Slowly and lasciviously his warm tongue found her every
fold and recess, bringing hot saliva to moisten and oil and
leaving a tingling she had never imagined in her wildest dreams.
     "Mmmmmmmmmmm... That feels good!"  she said softly. 
Encouraged by this, Alex renewed his efforts and planted a juicy
kiss right on her mons.  The sensation was exquisite.  He uttered
not a word as his warm lips and tongue played games of passion on
her genitals.  Only when he had finished lavishing and lathering
her and bringing her near to the brink of her first climax, did
he pause.  
     He backed away and with the tender touch of a practiced
lover he gently found the entrance to her vagina.  
     Jeane had heard that women had something called a G-spot,
maybe he was searching for that, but she would never know if he
found it or not, as she had her first orgasm and it nearly blew
her mind.  She didn't even care if Alex heard, but everyone else
in the rest of the world surely heard her reaction.  Her scream
of ecstacy rose and rose reaching a pinnacle just as the
lightening flashed through her brain and a gush of emotion
flooded her body.  This was what Nancy had talked about.  She was
right.  It was the greatest thing.
     But this outburst had not the slightest effect on Alex.  He
once again replaced his gentle hands with his probing tongue,
which continued it's explore, satiated its wanderlust.  It was
almost painful, but all Jeane could do was moan and hope he
didn't stop.  No one had ever done that to her before and it felt
so good.  
     Alex's his hands were not idle.  Eventually, almost by
accident it seemed, they crept around to her buttocks.  Slowly
and sensuously his warm hands stroked her, not in a lewd way,
more like play.  He didn't seem to miss a contour.  The feeling
aroused even more of her, if that was possible.  
     "Alex that was great, please don't stop.  Do it again
exactly the way you did before, please."
     Alex obediently nodded, sending additional shiver of passion
up her spine and snuggled down deeper in her crotch.  With a few
quick stabs with his tongue he finally found her clitoris, which
had swollen to a visible size and peaked out from under its
protective fold.  
     "I found the little man, Jeane," he cried.  "So that was
what he meant," Jeane thought, "Boy, is this great."  After many
delicious minutes feeling his expertness raise her once again to
dizzying heights, she involuntarily arched my back under the
urging of his warm hands still massaging my buns.  Another sharp
cry erupted from her as a second and more intense climax arrived.
     Alex paused for breath, now.  He rose and knelt above her
with a kindly smile on his face.  "Did you like that?"
     She was beyond speech, but her smile must have satisfied him
for he asked no more.
     She looked down at herself.  She was all pink and white,
stretched out on the sofa.  Her smoothly rising ivory breasts
were each crowned with a little pink nipple, proudly erect.  Her
smooth white legs, her inner thighs, gently curved to meet at,
then feeling like her very soul, her crotch, where the silky
pubic hairs nestled all around her passionately rising mons.  The
virginal labia swollen and ripe and, of course, her dear little
clitoris, although hidden from her view, was stoutly erect,
hungering once again for human contact.  And now the moistness
oozed out of her vagina, down her crack to disappear in the
mattress below.
     At that instant she heard laughter.  It was Josh and Nancy
returning.  Quickly, she sent Alex off to bed in the back and got
her pajamas back on nearly the right way and crawled under the
covers to wallow in her own cum.  All she could do was feign
sleep as the lights were still on in the camper.
     "Oh, look she fell asleep before she could even turn the
lights off," Nancy said as she leaned down to kiss her on the
cheek.  "That's funny," she said and paused.  Jeane nearly died,
but she only said, "Nothing," when Josh asked what it was.
     "Wasn't that a total dud, Josh?" she said.  "Naw, I thought
it was great.  I like those guys."  "To hell with those guys,
Josh, let's fuck."  "Not tonight, I am tired and it was a hard
day, besides we did it last night."  
     But Nancy wasn't going to give up that easily.  
     "How do I look?" she said as she stepped out of her clothes
in an instant.  "You always look great, Nancy, you know that, but
put something on, Jeane is right there."  "Ah, she's out cold. 
Come on give me your big cock, macho man."  
     Jeane could just see out of the slits of her eyes that Nancy
had reached around the slowly disrobing Josh and unzipped his
pants.  "Let's see what ya' got, big guy."  
     Jeane never saw, because Nancy moved around him and slid her
body seductively down his front.  She fiddled there for just an
instant and his pant mysteriously slipped to the floor.  Quickly
she pulled his undershorts down and let out a low mournful moan. 
"Josh, it's magnificent."  
     Josh's protests were apparently in vain as he stood stock
still.  Jeane could still not see what was going on, but her ears
detected a sort of slurping noise.  Silently, she rolled over
slightly so she could see better, but all that was readily
visible was a hairy rear end.  She could see the muscles in his
buttocks tighten and relax and very slowly his pelvis sort of
started moving towards Nancy, then away.  
     His swaying became more exaggerated and Jeane could hear him
panting and groaning over a background noise of something like
someone slurping soup.  Suddenly the noise stopped and in a low
passionate voice Nancy said, "Take me Josh.  I want this big cock
in me.  I want your cum to fill me up."  "No.  Keep it up.  That
feels great, Honey.  I like it this way."
     The struggle that ensued was hard to follow.  Two
practically naked adults (Josh still had on his shirt) proceeded
to wrestle like little children.  Only when Josh accidentally
knocked something off of a table did he stop and say, "OK,
dammit.  Only be quiet about it or you will wake up Jeane."
     He turned around and looked directly at Jeane, but she had
her eyes closed, anticipating his move.  Nancy moved around Josh
and grabbed a couple of blankets out of the cupboard and threw
them on the floor.  As she lay down, practically right next to
Jeane, she glanced over at her and gave her a big wink.  
     "Over here, Nancy, we can't do it right next to her.  You
know all of the noise you make."  "No, this time I'll be quiet. 
Come here, quickly, Josh, I want it now."  "Damn woman.  Never
seems to get enough of this," he whispered as be came over and
knelt down between Nancy's wildly spread legs.
     It was then that Jeane got her first good, close up, real
life look at an erect penis.  She gasped audibly, but Nancy,
possibly expecting that reaction, continued babbling on about
what a he-man he was and how he was hung and other tidbits of
wisdom.  Jeane saw that Josh's cock was obviously very wet as it
glistened in the dim light from the camper ceiling.  
     He leaned over and placed his hands next to Nancy's waist
and planted a juicy kiss on one erect nipple and practically fell
on her.  With virtually all of his weight on her he reached down
with both hands and grabbed his penis.  His hips bobbed around
for a few seconds like a bouncing ball.  Jeane was still
breathless from seeing his cock it all its exposed glory.  She
knew what he was going to do now (she had paid attention in sex
education class, after all), she just couldn't see anymore.
     Then he paused and with a groan of almost pain his hips
crashed against Nancy.  She let out a subdued whoop of delight
and wrapped her elegant legs around his waist.  Then with another
sort of slurping noise his hips rose as if pulled by a string and
then sunk back into Nancy.  With each return, Nancy moaned a
seemingly dreadful moan, but her hands, around Josh's back,
betrayed her intent to have him continue.
     "Shut up.  You'll have that kid waking up."  "That's OK. 
She could learn something here."  And glanced again over towards
Jeane, faking sleep.  For an instant their eyes met and Nancy
smiled at Jeane.  
     Josh's response was unintelligible as his hip motion rapidly
reached a fever pitch and he lower his face to Nancy and kissed
her hard on the mouth.  With a groan of his own he gave a final
lurch stopped.  
     "Please, just a little longer," Nancy whimpered, as she
desperately tried to continue the rocking of her hips.  But she
was pinned by the full brunt of Josh's weight.
     As Josh tucked his head down next to Nancy's, she turned
towards Jeane and with an odd expression on her face gave out a
guttural cry and squeezed her muscular legs until Josh cried out
in pain.  "Aaaaarrrrgggghhh, that was sooooo goooood."
     At that he rolled off and as he got up he said, "That ought
to hold you for a few days."  
     "God, she's a heavy sleeper," he continued as he passed
Jeane on his way to the bathroom, his limp cock flopping and
dripping all the way.
     When he was gone, Nancy got up and leaned over Jeane.  "That
wasn't one of his best shots, but it still felt good.  Wait until
you do it, Sweetie.  I hope you enjoyed the view."
     Jeane winked at her and snuggled further under the covers as
Nancy gave her a moist kiss right on the mouth.  "Ginger,"
thought Jeane.  "Now where would she have gotten ginger."  With
her fingers dancing around her own clitoris, Jeane finally went
off to sleep with a smile on her face and anticipation in her
heart.
     The next day found all of the campers rested and full of
vigor.  Josh declared this the day of the hike.  He said, "Let's
all go together.  Togetherness is best."
     So off they went.  Most of the time Josh and Nancy lead the
way.  Jeane and Alex both giggled about the way that Nancy sort
of clung to him on the trail.  But they set a furious pace.  
     About noon, they stopped to eat lunch.  Nancy said she had
brought something along especially for lunch and said she needed
a small fire.  She gave instructions for setting things up to
Jeane and said that she and Josh would be off to forage for
firewood.  Josh said he could get it, but Nancy insisted to going
too.  Jeane tittered as the went off arm in arm.  She really
wanted to follow them, but she couldn't leave Alex and she was
afraid to take him along.  After about forty-five minutes they
returned, sans firewood.  Nancy had a big smile on her face and
Josh had this sort of satisfied look about him.  Their clothes
were all messed up.  Nancy gave Jeane an great big wink and real
cozy hug when she got back.  All Jeane could make out when she
hurriedly whispered in her ear was something like, "much better." 
Only after they had sat down did they realize that they had
forgotten the firewood.  With a rosy red face, Josh said he would
go some, "alone, this time."  He was back inside of five minutes
with enough kindling for five fires.
     The buckwheat pancakes were great, but it was not clear that
either Josh or Nancy notice them.  Out of the corner of her eye,
she notice once that Nancy had slipped her hand inside of Josh's
shorts.  She disappeared a long way and Josh squirmed a lot as he
tried to maintain some sense of composure.  He didn't succeed too
well.  After lunch, Jeane suggested that she and Alex do some
searching around a hillock close by.  Nancy though it was a great
idea, but Josh nixed the idea.  "We should all stay together," he
said.  That seemed to put a pronounce damper on the party the
rest of the afternoon.
     When they got back Jeane renewed her suggestion that she and
Alex take off to go swimming.  Since Josh wasn't within ear shot
when Jeane made the offer Nancy gave permission and with a
passionate hug she bid the children off.  "Take your time, she
fired after them.  "We will.  Enjoy yourself" Jeane replied.  The
big beautiful smile in response was not lost on Jeane.  The
scheming little girl was busily working on a plan to get back and
view the entertainment.
     But the fates were not with her as Alex wanted to really
swim.  So Jeane had to content herself to playing make-believe
tag and water football with Alex.  The physical contact was a
delight for her, but it was frustrating as her vivid imagination
allowed her to see the intimate encounter between the impassioned
adults.  
     After an hour or so they returned to find Josh alone. 
"Nancy went off to take a shower.  We were invited to a party
again this evening, I hope you don't mind."  "Naw, we'll get
along." 
     Jeane had an overwhelming desire to return to the ladies
shower, but couldn't figure out a way to do it.  In dejection,
she just sat down and waited.  Alex came over and tried to
console her, even though he didn't know what was troubling her. 
As he put his arms around her, she felt a twinge of something
very nice.  "Maybe this won't be so bad after all," she thought. 
But Alex, obviously concerned interrupted her thoughts leaning
very near her face and whispering, "Maybe we can look at each
other again when they are gone."  
     Jeane about fell off of her chair, but she composed herself
enough to smile back and say, "Ya.  Don't tell anyone."  "I know,
Ma, doesn't want me to talk about that sort of thing either, but
you are my friend, aren't you?"  She leaned up and kissed him
right on the lips.  He knew what the answer was. 
     Nancy returned looking like a million dollars.  Jeane caught
her before she entered the camper where Josh and Alex were.  "You
sure look beautiful, Nancy.  I wanted to come down to watch you
shower, but I couldn't figure out how to do it."  "Thanks, I sure
would've liked you there.  I suspect that Josh is going to stay a
long time tonight.  How would it be if I pretended to have a
headache and come back early, after Alex has gone to sleep?"
     Jeane hadn't expected that.  "Well, maybe things were going
to happen here, Nancy.  Last night Alex saw me naked and he
showed me his penis."  "Did he say anything, Jeane?"
     She paused for such a long time that Nancy had the answer
she dreaded.  "Oh, God, Jeane.  Please don't tell anyone.  I have
been so desperate for some type of affection.  We never screwed,
Jeane, believe me."  "I know.  He was quite clear about certain
things and I assumed others.  He seemed to enjoy you as much as
you enjoyed him."  
     "Well, Jeane, you already know that he isn't as 'immature'
as I had implied, but I am not sure he knows enough to fuck.  If
you want to let him play with you like I do, go ahead.  You will
enjoy it, but I doubt that anything else will happen.  He may be
physically able to fuck, but I am not sure that he would want to
or be encouraged to.  He never seemed to get, how do you say it,
turned on with me.  He does have a nice penis doesn't he?"
     "It is the first one I had really seen, except for babies. 
Then I saw Josh's and we saw those movies."  "Oh, forget those
movies.  You never find those in real life.  But I have found
that size isn't everything anyway.  It's not what ya' got, it's
what ya' do with it, that counts."
     At that the men stepped out and wondered what the girls were
talking about.  "Oh, just girl talk, Josh.  You wouldn't
understand.  Let's be off and let the kids enjoy some time away
from the adults," she laughed.  The joke eluded Josh, but he was
anxious to leave anyway.
     After they left, Jeane, nervously fixed some sandwiches for
them to eat.  She really wasn't hungry, but Alex ate ravenously. 
If she hadn't have know better she would have been disappointed
in Alex's lack of interest in their evening's activities.  As it
was, he acted like this was any other evening.  "Calm down,
Jeane," she told herself.  "Maybe nothing interesting will happen
anyway."
     After the dishes were cleared up she turned around to figure
out what to do next.  Alex had placed himself squarely in front
of the TV and was watching some innocuous program.  "Would you
like to do something else, Alex?" she hoped.  "Naw, let me see
this program."  
     Now she was disappointed.  She decided that she should take
the upper hand, that is what Nancy would do.  She went into the
bathroom and again changed into her baby-doll pajamas.  She was
tempted to leave off the panties, but thought better of it.  She
went over to Alex and sort of snuggled up to him.  He responded
to her putting her arm around him by doing the same to her, but
his mind was on the boob-tube.  Then she saw it.  The TV cord ran
right past her beautifully-turned foot.  If she could just sort
of get it wrapped around her and just sort of pull it sideways,
it might just pull out of the socket.
     "What happened," Alex cried as the TV went blank.  "Fix it,
Jeane."
     "I'll try, but I don't know much about these things.  After
about five minutes of fiddling around with the TV.  She got the
bright idea to elicit Alex's help.  "While I fiddle with the
antenna, up here, could you get underneath me and turn those
knobs," she tried.  He complied by snaking his way between her
and the TV, but she had left him little room.  "Isn't this cozy?"
she said.  "Ya', but I want the TV."  
     Jeane persisted by having him continue to twist the knobs as
she sort of writhed against him.  At one point she actually got
his head beneath her pajama tops.  
     "Now," she thought, as she pretended to topple backwards,
pulling him over on her.  She very nearly got the TV also, but
thankfully not.  As she lay sprawled on the floor with Alex
draped over her, she wanted to just grab him and kiss him and do
other things, but couldn't quite do it.
     "Oooooh, I think I hurt myself," she cried.  Alex quickly
scrambled up and helped her up.  "Help me to the sofa, please,"
she said.  He laid her gently on her back and leaned over.  "What
can I do?"
     "I seem to have hurt my chest, could you look at my chest
and see what I did?"  He slowly lifted her pajamas, but she urged
him to take it off altogether.  He sort of stared at her lovely
upraised breasts and exciting little erect nipples.  "Please
massage them, they hurt so much."
     "I know how to do that, I have done that for Ma."  
     Jeane just lay back and closed her eyes and basked in the
gentle tender touch of Alex.  He first gently kneaded around her
small, but soft breasts, like he was kneeling a scone.  His touch
was warm and passionate.  Then his fingers crept up to her ivory
mound and traced around her tender areola several times, finally
spiralling in to the awaiting nipple, turgid with passionate
blood.  She moaned in ecstacy as he delicately and unknowingly
raised her ardor.  He slowly leaned down and with just the very
tip of his tongue he touched just the tip of her nipple.  The
electric shock brought a wave of heat over Jeane and she writhed
in a delicious climax.  He continued his interest in her
sensitive nipples and her orgasm continued unabated for several
minutes.
     Finally, when she could stand no more she reluctantly
reached up, cupping her own breasts under his electric tongue. 
"Enough, I can't take anymore, Alex."
     "OK," he said and moved back.  Jeane just wanted to lie
there and bask in this delightful feeling.  Nearly oblivious to
her surroundings she did not detect the actions of Alex in
removing her pajama bottoms until fait accompli, or nearly so. 
When she realized it she almost objected, but then thought, "What
the hell."
     As they finally slipped off, she said, for no apparent
reason, "How do I look, Alex."
     "Nice, real nice.  You look much neater than Ma.  
     Some how she had lost any inhibitions.  Maybe it was the
warm room.  Or maybe it was the barely perceptible feel of warm
hands gentle caressing her body.  Her mind wandered off into the
netherlands as he delicately stroked her stomach, round and
around, slowly edging down her sides to the outside of her
thighs.  Then ever so slowly he felt his way around to the
marble-white virginal inner thighs and gently fondled the
sensuous curves leading towards the awaiting cavern of delight.
     Quickly she found herself rocketing out of control.  She
thrashed and twisted beneath his passionate petting.  Her mons
heaved in time to her heavy, almost labored, breathing as his
fingers crept closer and closer to that warm moist receptacle
beckoning him ceaselessly and irresistibly.  Nearer and nearer,
until just as they reached the soft labia and he began to trace
the delicate line up to where they met and the exquisitely hooded
clitoris residing in anticipation, Jeane was racked once again by
the passion of still another orgasm.  She could not hold back the
verbal sign this time and the low moan scaled upwards, just as
the charged emotions inside of her body soared, and ended in an
animal-like cry of pure delight.
     But Alex was seemingly not detracted as his warm fingers
gently moved the soft covering hiding her erect clitoris and
began tracing the base of that lovely and sensitive organ. 
Slowly he crept up that tiny organ, the home of such immense
feeling, until with exquisite care he reached the top, the very
tip, and another impassioned wail fell from her lips.  The
ensuing moments of pause were broken only by her laborious and
loud panting.  He leaned over once again and followed the exact
trail left by his fingers, with his hot tongue this time.  Twice
on his way to the very tip of her clitoris she was overcome with
passion and released the passion and lustful sensations within
her.
     Finally she could bear no more and slowly closed her legs,
seemingly banishing him from her privates.
     Alex simply said, "Jeane, what's wrong.  I can do a lot
more.  Ma usually wants me to keep going lots longer than this. 
Did I do something wrong."
     She was speechless, and just barely had the strength to
reach up and enfold him in her arms.  He allowed himself to be
brought down to her side.  
     As he lay beside her on the sofa.  He said, "Jeane, I sure
feel funny.  What is going on?"  In a low hoarse whisper she
asked what he meant.  
     He said, "Look."
     She looked down and saw that his pajamas were bulging.  Her
heart stopped.  With a weary smile stealing to her face she
slowly got up and knelt next to Alex.  
     "Here let me look," as she slowly unbuttoned his fly and
with trembling hands spread his pajamas open.  His once flaccid
penis was now at half staff, striving to erect itself against all
odds.  She was enraptured as they both watched it pulse with his
excited heart beat and slowly, almost imperceptibly, creep up and
up and up until finally it stood tall and proud and nearly as big
around as her wrist.
     "Oh, Alex, it is wonderful.  Can I touch it."  "Sure I'd
don't care, but I don't know what caused it to do that.  Will it
go away?"  "Sure.  Together we can make it go away, but first I
want to examine it."
     A slight string of drool escaped Jeane's lips as she bent
over his erect cock in the dim light of the camper.  Slowly she
reached out, scarcely daring to touch it.  She was fascinated by
this bulging, apparently hard staff, that pointed straight up as
he lay back on the sofa.  As Jeane stared intently at his tool,
she stopping just short of grabbing it.  
     Her eyes drop down to take in the lose sack that dangled
between his legs and rested on the sofa.  Gently, she reached
down and picked up his testicles, exploring each new wonder. 
After she had investigated each fold and lump, she eagerly
allowed her hands to find and lock themselves around the base of
his slowly throbbing penis.  While still holding firmly with one
hand, maybe to keep it from getting away, her other hand began a
miraculous journey up the craggy sides, following fascinatingly a
distend vein until it disappeared just beneath the base of his
foreskin.  As she continued up she squealed with delight as she
found that his foreskin moved.  Slowly she retracted it on its
moist tracks until the flaming glans was revealed in all of its
glory.  Her other hand was fascinated by every pulse in Alex's
body each bringing a new surge of blood to enlarge his organ.  
     Slowly she leaned over, just as he had done, and sought to
run her tongue over his stiff staff.  When she was about half way
up his erection she heard Alex moan and felt his hips begin a
rhythmic pattern up and down on the soft sofa.  In just a short
time his movement reached a fanatical pace and as they both
stared in awe, open mouthed, Alex's wad shot up, nearly hitting
the ceiling.  Neither child could say anything as yet another
gigantic shot surged upwards.  For what must have been a minute
they watched this magnificent performance, each succeeding
ejaculation slightly less then the preceding one, until only a
little oozed from him and ran down his erection.  
     "My, that was amazing," she finally said.  "It sure was.  I
have never felt anything so wonderful in my life.  Is that what
you feel like when I play with your little man?"  "I am sure it
is.  Can I still play with your BIG man?"  "Sure, it feels nice."
     She leaned down once again to continue her impassioned
licking and to her surprise discovered the elusive ginger.  "So
that's what it was," she thought.  The very though sending
thrills down her spine.
     She had heard from some of her more "worldly" friends of how
men tended to screw and go on to other pursuits almost
immediately and of how their dicks shrunk back down in size after
they screwed so she longed to continue her play before that
happened.  She was much more fascinated with this manly post
before her than that flabby dangly she had seen in the bathroom
yesterday.  For another few minutes she continued her relentless
excursion around and up and down his sturdy projection, but it
just continued to stand tall and throb in tune with Alex's
breathing.
     As she leaned back to once again view that magnificent
creature one of her hands fell down to her own crotch.  As she
just stared at his in awe her fingers slowly sought her puny
erection and fondled it producing a surge of electricity inside
that seemed to demand release.  
     She lay down next to Alex, lying quietly on his back. 
Reaching over she encouraged him to roll on his side until he was
facing her.  She reached around him, pulling him to her and
kissed him, hard, on the lips.  This was the way one is supposed
to kiss, she thought.  Encouraged, he reached around and hugged
back, but his still stout erection prevented him for doing more
than just sort of leaning over.  The sticky-damp glans lodged in
the middle of her stomach bringing a sigh to her lips beneath the
deep kiss.  While he held her tightly she allowed one hand to
drift down to his penis once again as the other continued to play
around her clitoris, then creep down to her labia and slowly
enter the hidden reaches of her vagina.  "Suppose this was him,"
she thought.  Then as her blood fiercely pounded in her head, she
spoke out loud, "Why not."
     "Alex, let's sit up."  "Naw, this is fun.  I like it."  "I
don't want to stop, but I've got a better idea.  Take off you
pajamas and sit in front of me cross-legged.  They did.  And for
a few long moments they just sat there hungrily soaking up the
beauty before them.
     Alex reached out to gently cup her small, but luscious,
breasts in his warm hands.  Jeane extended her hand and caressed
his nipples.  A slow, fervent kiss exchanged their lips several
times.  Cautiously, at first, their tongues explored, as their
hands softly and hesitantly meandered among the delightful hills
and valleys of each other.  Their nipple stood at rigid
attention, her's being like lovely, ruby flowers stretching out
to Alex.  He paused a moment to delicately plant a warm, moist
kiss on each sweet breast.  Their fingers continued to enjoy
their romped as children at play, which they were.
     One of his hands crept up to stroke Jeane's hair and fell
lovingly to gently massage her shoulders and back of the neck and
ear; the other stole lower to her delicately smooth, creamy white
inner thigh and delicately inched to her pubic area.  It was
still dripping wet with her vaginal juices from her too numerous
to count orgasms.  He gently traced the contours of her pubic
mound and played with the sparse, but soft and downy pubic hair. 
He tenderly frolicked over the mons and cautiously ventured
further.
     Her hands were far from idle as she caressed his chest and
arms and followed the contours down towards the deep and dark
nether regions.  As she reached the mound of soft hair
surrounding his still rigidly erect penis, it quivering and
quaked and maintained it urgent pose, proud and majestically
upright.  With supreme sensitiveness she once again slid the
foreskin back to expose the glistening head at which she marveled
a few minutes before.  Her finger traced the edges of the glans
around and followed it up to the narrow closed orifice.  Oh, so,
gently she lifted his stiff and forbidding penis up and looked it
head on.  Her soft fingers then touched a large serpentine vein
and followed it full length, wondering lazily as she went.  When
she reached the root, the source of the enormous organ's
strength, she extended her hand until she totally enveloped the
rigid staff.  The other hand stole down still lower to the
testicles.  In the heat of passion they were loose and pliable. 
As she valiantly tried to capture and hold one, Alex caused her
to start.
     Once again he had found her clitoris that focus of urgent
passion.  But not until after he had deliciously sought the
hidden depths of her creamy pink vagina, the love-shrine.  Her
fluids were perfect to moisten and lubricate his touch.  With
exquisite care and tenderness he surrounded her exquisitely
sensitive flower and caressed every crevice and tip.  Jeane gave
a reflex intake as he reached the tip.  Her moans were equalled
only by his.  Alex dallied with trembling hand as shivers of
passion waved through Jeane's graceful body.
     Together they lavished joyful touch upon tender touch on
each other as they shared this exquisitely lovely and passionate
moment.  As their soft and gentle frolicking continued their
breathing meshed into one.  
     Imperceptibly each clung to the other.  At no time did their
eyes wander from each other, being constantly focused on their
finger's meanderings, awed by the innocent and sweet "children"
at play in their enchanted meadow.
     As one they looked at each other.  The electricity of the
moment was awesome.
     Their eyes again dropped as Jeane untangled her lovely long
legs and laid them on either side of Alex.  They both trembled in
fear of the unknown, but they played as a perfect team.  As one
of his hands continued his caress of her neck and back, the other
alternated between his tender awakening of her clitoris and
sensitive probing of her warm cave of joyful love.  In turn one
of her hands sought Alex's back and pulled him closer and the
other continued the game of tag with his testes.  
     As passion overtook them she slipped her hand up once more
to his turgid, pulsing penis and as Alex parted her labia and
exposed the warm entryway of her vagina she allowed the softly
rounded head to run around the lips ever perceptually creeping
closer to the warm, dark cave, as her flowing juices graciously
covered the magnificently erect crown. They both shivered in
anticipation.
     "Have you ever been inside a girl before?" she asked him. 
He shook his head.
     They both watched in utter amazement as the now
self-activated penis followed the lead shown him.  With faint
help from Alex and Jeane the splendid shaft slowly penetrated
until the tip disappeared between the exquisite labia, swollen
and incredibly sensitive.  It was a good thing he was so hard, or
he never would have gone into her that far.  His penis was
gripped in a seeming death grip, but it was truly a grip of life. 
They strained, but little happened.
     Desperately, she gasped for him to lie back down.  He tried
unsuccessfully to do that while still locked together, but almost
immediately he came unlodged, a high-pitched cry of dismay
emanated from his lips.  She remained kneeling over him,
straddling his waist.  She reached back and found his pulsating
penis, rock-hard and wet from her own fluids, just behind her. 
She leaned back a bit so she could feel its massiveness press
into the velvety separation between the snow-white twin domes of
her derriere.  He groaned at that contact.
     Jeane leaned forward onto him and gave him a big wet kiss
right on the lips and they tongued each other sloppily.  His
hands had come up to stroke and caress her back and slide down to
squeeze those firm and flawless hemispheres.
     She knelt up and moved back, then crouched over him.  His
penis was standing up, stiffly, at maybe a forty-five degree
angle to his stomach.  With a trembling hand she grasped his
penis and lowered herself till it once again rested against her
delicate labia.
     Then slowly she lowered herself onto his scepter.  He fit so
snuggly inside of her that when maybe a third of him was in, she
stopped and tried to relax.
     The two children clutched each other tighter.  
     He sighed and she pushed down and back, thrusting more and
more of his proud penis into her.
     Their hips slowly began a rhythmic oscillation, perfectly in
tune, together quickly and desperately, apart, slowly and
reluctantly.  But the way was too much for this sturdy stallion. 
After many, many minutes of determined effort, with sweat
enveloping both children little progress had been made.  Their
breathing coming in gulps, their hip gyrations rapid, but of
short length due to the diminutive path.  
     Then he loosed a low guttural grunt and pulled her hips down
and she had almost all of him in her.  
     The two children shrieked and fell together as their juices
mingled for the first time.  
     She could feel his spasms and the sensation of him inside of
her and his hot semen squirting, folded into her climax.  Her
soft and gentle vaginal flow mating with one gigantic gush after
another of precious semen penetrating to the very depth of her
soul.
     Neither Jeane or Alex were disappointed in his lack of
penetration, rather they were ectatic at feeling something that
most adults have never even felt -- exquisite simultaneous
orgasms, perfectly in tune.  Every part of their bodies behaved
in mirror image of the other's.  Perfection is the only term to
describe it.
     For more than fifteen minutes the sat linked together
feeling the flowing of their own essences consume them.  It was
impossible to say that each was not fully slaked.  Yet, Jeane was
still higher than a kite and Alex, well, Alex was still harder
than a rock.
     Then Jeane moved.  It might have been that she was trying to
extract herself, but it was more a squirm to find a more
comfortable spot, after all, they had been locked together in
this position for over thirty minutes.  Anyway, as she moved, she
felt something that could only be called a shock.  A bolt of
electricity radiate from her vagina, surging throughout her body.
     "Oh, Alex, that was wonderful, wasn't it?"  "Ya'," and as he
added the words, "Let's do it again," they once again parted and
moved together in perfect union.
     Only this time it was different.  They looked down, sensing
a new freedom.  As the blood rushed a flush of heat to their
faces they saw Alex's manhood slowly sank out of sight, the way
paved by his monstrous ejaculation.  As if watch departing
friends, Jeane and Alex gave pause when he was totally immersed
inside of her.  
     Only then did they once again look up to gaze into each
other's eyes.  Snuggling closer, they remained locked, totally
engaged.  
     Still lovingly gazing at each other, they sat linked in
ecstacy for close to fifteen minutes.  Then at a moment virtually
without sign, she squirmed and uttered a delightful squeal.  She
was writhing and twisting as she lay impaled on his grand pole. 
She let myself slide forward onto him, so her lovely breasts
pressed into his body and just let her hips go, rolling and
rocking and sliding up and down.
     With obvious reluctance his engorged and turgid rod emerged
from its comfortable home for a short moment and then disappeared
again with relish into the inner reaches of pleasure.  Each
removal, sheer agony; each return, utter elation.
     As the gentle rhythms of their swaying pelvises gradually
increased in intensity, their breathing took on a certain
urgency.  With the heavy breathing their pelvic pumping followed
suit.  The dogged clutch-release of Jeane exactly tuned to the
earnest thrust-lingering withdrawal of Alex's hips.  His
magnificently sturdy and shimmering penis, never flailing, begged
to remain inside Jeane, but it was not to be...yet.  The fluid
noises of their combined juices, a slight squeak from the far
reaches of the camper and their passionate breathing were the
only sounds.
     He was jerking his hips up, thrusting into her crazily.  She
sat up and back and let all weight press down hard onto his stout
manhood.  She glanced down, past her heaving breasts and her
swollen mons and to her delight saw his giant penis stretch her
labia far apart and disappear deep inside her.
     Precisely on cue their breathing became more like grunts and
groans as the heated motion of their bodies became more
spontaneous and impulsive and less restrained.
     As their exertion approached the agonizing stage (to a
casual observer) the sensuous groans became a constant barrage of
erotic and carnal grunts.  Jeane attempted to control the
fantastic thrusts of Alex, just to make them linger, but to no
avail.  
     Alex's moans reached a hysterical level.  Jeane assumed he
was going to explode again and leaned forward on top of him again
holding him close, enveloping him with a passionate kiss.  She
rotated her hips so that her mons ground into him.  Her throbbing
clitoris was now fully exposed to his violently crashing pubic
bone at full penetration and the smooth upper side of his
slippery charging cock the rest of his stroke.  
     For one instant Alex withdrew his towering, flaming rod and
then blindly plunged himself to the hilt into Jeane.  This last
gigantic heave brought Alex into a previously unreached inner
sanctum.  Simultaneously, he erupted with a monstrous and
guttural primeval cry.  She felt his dick flex as he creamed once
again inside of her.  Each pulse sent her towering orgasm
screaming even higher.
     Jeane fought her urge to scream and only partially
succeeded.  A shrill wail of ecstacy bubbled from her lips along
with the cry, "Oh, no, God!  Don't let it be finished!  Bring it
back."  Their simultaneous cataclysmic orgasm gushed.  An
enormous mass of semen, seemingly Alex's total life's energy,
spewed forth to penetrate every cranny.  As he strove to extract
the last vital drop in her, she cling for dear life with her
graceful long legs and lithe arms enfolding him.  
     A thick mixture of their juices slowly seeped from between
her labia to flow freely over them and the bed.
     They lay panting like a feral animals, motionless, except
for an occasional throb from his swollen penis still fully
clamped in her vagina.  She nearly passed out.
     With utter joy, they lay spent in each others arms for more
than a half an hour.   
     Their reverie ended as all good things must, unfortunately,
when they both heard over their deep even breathing the
unmistakable breathing of a third person.  
     Jeane opened her eyes first.  She was greeted with the shock
of another pair of misty blue eyes gazing back at her's.  With a
start that jolted Alex back to reality, they both sat up to be
confronted by the presence of Nancy.  "Nancy, my God, I'm sorry,"
Jeane said as she tried, with limited success to extricate
herself from Alex, their legs were still linked passionately and
his amazingly enduring penis still hard and still buried deep
inside of her.
     "No," Nancy nearly yelled, "No, don't get up.  Let me watch
you.  It would be cruel to disturb you two."
     But instinct was the winner, for their entanglement loosed
just as she finished her plea.
     Nancy's eyes opened wide as she was attracted to the
slushing noise of their parting and beheld his still erect penis. 

     "Alex, I..., I don't know what to say."  But she couldn't
take her eyes off of him.  But Nancy also had eyes for the now
beautifully budding Jeane.  Never letting her eyes cease their
quick darting between the two lovely children she reached down
and loosened her shorts, pulled then down.  As she kicked them
aside, practically tore her shirt off, two buttons flying off and
disappearing somewhere.
     Quickly she climbed on the sofa and straddled Alex's legs. 
She leaned down and planted a wet juicy kiss on Alex's amazed
mouth.  Without hesitation, she also firmly kissed the still
trembling Jeane on the lips.  "Help me, please, Jeane.  Please, I
need it, too," she moaned as she took Jeane's hands and placed
them on Alex's extended penis.  "Please, help me."
     No more urging was needed.  Jeane sat up and with both hands
trying to quell Alex's magnificently throbbing staff, she tried
to point it in the general direction of Nancy's vagina.  With a
sly smile, she rubbed it to long-wise through her labia from
bottom to top. ending with a quick cross-wise stab at her
clitoris.
     Nancy whispered through her soft hair now flowing down over
her face and Alex's as she turned away from where she had buried
her face, "That's OK, Jeane, I saw the whole thing.  I don't need
any preliminaries.  You kids were better than any video I have
ever seen.  Just let me get it in me."
     Jeane, complied by urging his staff back down her mons until
the tip disappeared between her labia.  Slowly she lowered
herself, with a groan of ecstacy, enveloping the upright penis. 
No time was lost as Nancy began a wild ride of passion.  Alex
remained virtually motionless beneath the onslaught.  Although
Nancy's lovely hips rose and fell relentlessly and furiously,
she, surprisingly, was not the first to cum.  With little warning
Alex gave a shrill cry indicating release of still more semen, in
the name of passion.  Nancy practically collapsed when she felt
the steady pounding of the discharges inside of her, but she
continued her unrestrained pace with only an imperceptible pause.
     Obviously that act did not hinder their travails.  For
another five minutes their heated thrashings continued.  
     Then Nancy gurgled some unintelligible words, screamed, "My
god, I can't take anymore.  Let it be. Nooooooooow."  And she
fell on poor Alex.  
     It was not clear whether his expulsion of breath was do to
her weight or still another discharge of cum.  The beatific
expression on Nancy's face, just visible through her tresses
would tend to support the latter.  For nearly a minute, she
grunted again and again in time to Alex's ejaculations.  Each one
caused her to clinch her buttocks visibly.  Jeane ran her hands
over each luscious mound as if to try to coax more from it.  The
heat she felt was enormous.
     Nancy just lay there on Alex sort of whimpering.  Jeane
could see tears in her eyes.  She leaned over and kissed them
away.
     "God, Jeane, was it like that for you?" she gasped.
     After a few minutes, as Jeane continued to gentle stroke her
backside and back and shoulders, she lifted her head and said,
"Now that's the way to get fucked, Jeane.  Forget everything else
you've seen.
     "My God, he's still hard as a rock.  Alex why didn't you
tell me about this.  His mother's the last to know, I guess."
     Nancy hump up, nearly severing her connection with Alex. 
Looking under her she moans, I want it again, but, Jeane you
deserve it, not me."
     At that she slowly, ever so slowly, slipped juicily off of
his towering rod and rolled off and stood up.  All down the
insides of her legs trailed the residuals of their passion.  She
reached down and took Alex's manhood in her mouth, rolled her
tongue all over his glans, pulled off, gave it a parting peck and
smiled.  "It is up to you Jeane to try to quell his fire.  Can
you take him again?"
     In an instant Jeane grabbed Alex and pulled him on top of
her.  Alex's still stoutly erect penis caused him some dismay as
he found himself on top of her.  It wound up sort of bent against
the sofa between her wildly outstretched legs.  Nancy reached
over the frenzied thrash, and now passionately kissing, couple
and encouraged Jeane to raise her knees up off of the sofa.  
     With a sign, whispering, "Such innocence," she grabbed
Alex's hips and bodily lifted him off the sofa so that his
manhood hung grotesquely down, pointing towards the impending
haven.  
     With much affection she gentle stroked him, not wishing to
part with this wondrous device.  But soon, no doubt spurred on by
Jeane's hips flailing upwards and around trying to find that
object she longed for, she finally held it lovingly in her hand
and gently guided towards the awaiting hot and moist aperture
begging for a companion.  
     As soon as she placed his glans between Jeane's labia, Jeane
gave a cry of delight and bucked her hips violently upwards.  Her
legs flew up nearly catching Nancy's head and clinched Alex's
pelvis for dear life.  Nancy was barely able to observe Alex
slowly sink from sight into Jeane's vagina.  The vision sent
shivers of passion up and down Nancy's spine.  Her knees nearly
buckled as she grasped her own loins to allow herself to emulate
these two happy children.
     It was clear that Alex didn't really know what to do.  And
Nature was in no hurry, while Jeane spent about five minutes
attempting to sort of prime the pump.  With most of her strength
she was able to dig her bottom into the sofa and pull away from
his penis a fraction of an inch, then slam back up into him.  By
doing this in tune to the frequency of the sofa mattress she was
able to accomplish much.  Although she was expending fierce
effort it would never have appeared to a passerby that she had
anything but joy in her heart.  It is amazing what wonderful
things joy can do.
     Finally, Mother Nature got through to Alex's mind or
whatever as Jeane felt him join in the rhythmic cadence of their
joined pelvises.  
     As Nancy approached her self-induce brink she wondered if
Alex and Jeane would climax together again.  The thrill of the
thought sent a shudder coursing through her body.  As she probed
the depths of her own body, Alex's extraordinary penis was
probing deeply into Jeane.  And Jeane opened wide to accommodate
that stallion-cock.  Their mouths seemed to be joined just as
securely as their loins and their frightening pace continued
unabated.  
     All three lucky people moaned and groaned under their
burdens of passion.  Only once did one falter when Jeane cried in
seeming anguish that she was finished, but Alex continued and
proved her wrong.  Her climax grew and grew and with a gigantic
outrush of pent up emotion Alex and Jeane reached that supreme
crescendo.  Neither had the strength to cry out this time as his
bodily fluids poured into and through her.  Again and again he
gushed fourth his semen.  Again and again her vagina thrilled to
the feeling of fulfillment, accepting as much as she could and
disgorging the rest to the sofa until a pool lay beneath them.
     With a shiver they lay still.  Nancy leaned over them
whispering words of congratulations and love.
     Nancy lay down next to them, cuddling the happy pair on the
narrow sofa.  
     After about ten minutes, Alex struggled free of Jeane's
wildly splayed legs and rolled over off of her and against the
camper wall.  "Gee, Ma, that was great.  But look it, it's still
sticking up."
     Both women stared aghast at his penis, still erect and still
oozing semen from its single eye.
     Jeane rolled off of the sofa and knelt next to Nancy as they
marveled at this wonder tool.  Ignoring any protestations from
Alex they alternately fondled and kisses and licked and sucked
it.  In boisterously lewd glee they ravished his stalk until they
saw it straighten slightly and swell even more.  One, who knows
who, delicately embracing his testicles with her sensitive
fingers, squealed in delight as they turned and twisted in her
hand.  
     Then suddenly Alex shooed them both away and all three saw
him eruption with another gigantic wad of cum which sailed high
up and over to his chest.  Immediately another followed, and
another, each choosing a slightly different direction to fly
depending on the magnitude of the jerk in his penis, until it
seemed there was cum everywhere.  (One must not forget that each
lady had a steady stream emanating from her recently ravished
vagina, also.)
     The two ladies instinctively clapped in unison at this
fantastic display.
     When the fireworks display ceased in a few moment, they were
almost relieved to see Alex slowly shrink.  Jeane, with a cry of
anguish, reached out to support it as it wilted and shriveled. 
Slowly his foreskin was restored to it place of prominence.
     Sleep enveloped him and all was quiet for a few moments.
     Nancy broke the silence, "Jeane, you could never have had a
better introduction to the joys of sexuality than you did here." 

     "It was pure heaven, Nancy.  How can I ever thank you for
showing me."  
     "It was not me, thank him."  
     "No, Nancy, it was you who allowed me."  
     And Jeane, still kneeling before the prostrate Alex, turned
to Nancy.  "This is what you showed me."  And she reached up and
pulled Nancy down to her and kissed her passionately on the lips. 
It was not a short peck, it was a lingering, deep and loving one
that lasted for several minutes.
     Nancy responded in the only way she knew how.  She reached
up and cupped those delicate trembling breasts in her still-
moist hands and caressed the exquisitely sensitive alabaster
skin.   
     Jeane very slowly, in time to unheard, but intimately felt,
music, pulled Nancy to herself.  They hugged, full length, as
they had so longed to do.  And it was wonderful.  
     It was an incredible feeling, another glorious feeling for
Jeane.  She had never quite felt like this before.  Before it was
almost like manipulation, now it was togetherness unimagined. 
There was no lust in her feeling, just love.  So close, yet so
different.  She felt she was opening up and absorbing another to
form a total entity.  At last.  True fulfillment, she thought.
     Jeane's knees could no longer hold her up and Nancy slowly
easer her to the soft rug on the camper floor.
     When she was prone, she gazed up into Nancy's radiant eyes
and carefully and clearly mouthed the words:  "I Love you."
     Nancy leaned down and kissed Jeane.  It felt like the first
time.  The feeling in her body was totally different, almost
foreign, yet it made her feel whole.  It made her feel heavenly. 
Her kiss was warm, heartfelt and deeply passionate.  As it
lingered, Nancy gently caressed Jeane's lips with her tongue
until Jeane consented and parted them.  For what seemed like
minutes she explored everywhere, beginning with her lips, then
her teeth, and, like someone scouting new territory, didn't miss
anything.  But it was done in such a way that it never felt like
an invasion or violation.  It felt like, "Hey, Jeane, this is me. 
I want to share me with you, but take me along."  And she did. 
Jeane felt as one with Nancy as they lay snuggled on the carpet.
     Seemingly refreshed by this "first" kiss Jeane lay back with
Nancy bending over her, first kissing, then playfully licking her
mouth, her face and eyes, her ears and her throat, her bare
shoulders.
     Nancy slowly and cautiously allowed her warm hands to slip
down, down until then rested on the small twin domes of Jeane's
budding breasts of velvet.  Nancy's eyes never left Jeane's.  For
a few moments they lay there comfortably.  
     Then Nancy's hands gently cupped Jeane's firm young breasts
like they belonged there.  Jeane's already erect nipples seemed
to struggled to gain their rightful place in Nancy's kind and
sensitive fingers.  With utmost tenderness these fingers stroked
the ruby areola, the sprouting nipples until they became as hard
as a penis.
     Those Loving hands delicately departed sadly her breasts to
continue their journey.  Spontaneously, with no effort to
moderate her voice, Nancy cried out, "My god, I never realized
you were so beautiful!"  As if star-struck, she just sort of
stared with her mouth hanging open.  Slowly Nancy's eyes absorbed
what seemed like Jeane's entire being.  Again, Jeane did not have
the slightest feeling or hint of licentiousness, it was two
people sharing themselves.  The feeling of this woman in all
honesty telling her what was, quite obviously, a simple fact,
filled Jeane with love for Nancy.  The tears filled Jeane's eyes.
     "What have I done," Nancy cried when her eyes again found
Jeane's, saw the tears and pulled her close.  Jeane reached her
slender young legs around Nancy's elegant thighs to ease her
concern.  She also reached out and gently cup Nancy's luscious
and full breasts in her warm hands.  She extended her hand and
caressed her determinedly stiff nipples.  Another slow, fervent
kiss exchanged lips several times.  
     As they held the kiss long and hard their hands wondered
silently over each other.  Their hands softly and hesitantly
meandered among the heavily bedewed hills and valleys of each
other.  Their nipples stood at rigid attention like lovely, ruby
flowers stretching out.  Their fingers continued to enjoy their
childlike romp.
     Nancy stole her hands lower to Jeane's delicately smooth,
creamy white inner thighs tenderly stroking the satin skin.  Then
delicately inched towards the rising mound at the apex of her
shapely young legs, to that place so rich in erotic senses.  
     She ran her fingers carefully around the blossoming labia. 
Nancy's affectionate hands gently followed Jeane's pliant labia
slowly tracing each layer from end to end, slowly approaching
that hollowed grotto.  Jeane's hips began to move. 
     Before entering, however, Nancy's finger found Jeane's
clitoris, that blood-rich bud, that flower, the seat of driving
passion, still achingly hard and proudly erect.  She rubbed her
finger gently back and forth over it, causing little groans of
pleasure to bubble from Jeane's lips.  
     With exquisite care and tenderness Nancy surrounded Jeane's
exquisitely sensitive flower and caressed every crevice.  Jeane
gave a reflex intake as she reached the tip.  Her moans were
equalled only by Nancy's.  Nancy dallied with trembling hand as
shivers of passion waved through Jeane's graceful body.  
     Then she slowly began to let the tip of her finger delve
down into Jeane's crack.  She used her fingers to pull her labia
wide open, showing the juicy pink interior.  Then, while using
the thumb to keep tender contact of Jeane's clitoris, Nancy slid
her forefinger down and began to slide the fingertip towards that
fierce grotto.  Down, down she went, finally into that wet, juicy
slit and right up into her hot vagina.  Jeane groaned as Nancy's
finger rhythmically slid in and out of her hot humid cunt. 
Stroking, caressing, searching, Nancy continued slowly exciting
Jeane more and more.  
     To Nancy this was the most delicious moment of all.  She had
found the long sought after the hidden depths of Jeane's velvety
pink vagina, the love-shrine.  The mixed fluids of Alex and Jeane
were perfect to moisten and lubricate her touch.  
     Nancy paused to look down at the beautiful sight.  Her
finger was slowly sliding deeper and deeper into the juicy little
crevice.  The soft thin pubic hair hid none of her slit from her
view.  Slowly, she inched her finger deeper until she was
twirling her fingertip in the very depths of heaven itself
     They flew together higher and higher under the gentle lead
of Nancy touching, caressing embracing Jeane's very soul and her
warm, moist vagina.  She pressed onwards harder, deeper.  Their
hearts quickened in response.  They could feel their breath catch
release simultaneously.  
     They were in an uncontrollable, sensual whirlwind.  Both
were trying desperately not to let it get away from them.  They
both felt like they were falling, tumbling joyfully over and over
into an abyss of soft sensual pleasure.  Neither had ever felt
this exact feeling before and neither wanted it to ever pass. 
This was like no addiction imaginable.  
     Slowly and steadily they climbed (or were lead by an unseen,
invisible force, together).  For nearly twenty minutes they
ascend.
     There was no real peak in their simultaneous climax, only a
crest.  Slowly they approached the zenith.  They happily dallied
on the crown, as smooth as Jeane's mons heaving in a steady
rhythm, of the mountain for many, many minutes and then slowly
drifted down the other side.  
     Words were inadequate to describe it and an outsider could
never have comprehended anyway.  It will suffice to say that the
joy was delightfully and deliciously inexplicable.
     Nearly a hour later they reluctantly retrieved the cold real
world. 
     With gentle smiles they kissed and rose and parted. 
     No words were spoken as the night closed in on them.