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	WARNING!  ADULTS ONLY!  SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL!
   UNDERCOVER1 by Ozman.  (c) 2000
   Episode 1 (or how the inexperienced probationary-policewomen, Beth and
Gina, were sent
   into the cold, cruel world undercover to gather criminal intelligence)
   I was called up to Superintendent Ploncke's office where I found Gina
waiting outside the door. She and I had become friendly at the police
academy, but not really 'best' friends, having both graduated somewhat
closer to the bottom of our class than the top.  "What's going on?" I asked
Gina. "Don't know.  My Sarge sent my up here to see the Super." "Constable
Fodero, is Constable Quimby there yet," our superior officer called through
the closed door of her office. "Yes Ma'am." "Come in then." She was a
formidible woman of many years' experience in the Service; with a
reputation for being absolutely straight, having strong moral values and
demanding similar attributes from subordinates. "Luigina and Elizabeth,"
she pointed to each in turn, correctly putting our names to our faces. "Yes
Ma'am," we answered. "Okay, well I've got a job for you both, together as a
team," she explained, before briefing us in detail as to what the task
entailed.  "You will use your own initiative in solving any problems which
might arise, without reference to me or any other member of the service."
In general terms we were to go to a coastal resort town over the summer
break and mix in with the students to discover what went on in the way of
illegal behavior.  We were to report only to her on an 'as required' basis
and were not to identify ourselves as police unless it was unavoidable.  We
must become part of the scene there and not hang back at the periphery of
the crowd where one is actually more visible, she told us with the
certainty of long experience. The possibility of us getting into trouble
due to moral turpitude was almost zero as my upbringing was strict enough,
but Luigina's must have been even harder in a Catholic, Italian family. 
This relaxed me, although I began to wonder when we went to spend the
clothing allowance provided by the Super.  Gina bought us all sorts of
light casual gear which I'd never have chosen to wear, but in the context
of our task, she was probably right.  Of course we couldn't take anything
with our names on them; most of mine so we finished up with bags of
garments and left the op-shop man with a big smile on his face. We set off
for the coast on a fine, warm morning that promised a great day for those
of us who enjoyed the beach.  Looking back now makes me wonder if I'd have
gone off with Gina if I'd been aware of what was in store for me.  Probably
not, although things turned out well enough for us both and we became a
little more worldly because of our experiences. We caught a train to the
edge of suburbia and by 9am were hitch-hiking on the highway north.  A few
minutes behind us we saw a teenage girl following along with her arm held
out to signify that she sought a lift.  Only twenty metres before reaching
us a motorcyclist stopped to pick her up and she smiled happily on passing
us.  A bit later two girls walked past us and got a lift only a hundred
metres further along so, after a further half-hour, we decided that we must
have an image problem and found a little privacy in the roadside bush to
change.  The successful hitchers wore only brief shorts or skirts and tops
so we got out of our jeans and shirts and into something more revealing.
I'd never beeb in a public place without a brassiere before and felt very
self-conscious in a short elastic-waisted skirt and halter top of light
cotton.  Ironically, we quickly got a lift with an elderly couple on their
way back to their farm and it was reassuring to find that they thought we
were schoolgirls on vacation, asking about our school and the careers we
aspired to.  A few kilometres before they dropped us off Gina indicated the
side of the road where I saw the motorcycle, but no sign of the rider or
the hitch-hiker he picked up. We hitched for another fifteen minutes before
an old, former railways coach shuddered to a halt ahead of us.  The front
section had seven paired seats and the rear half was a freight van, but it
had been converted to a camper with surfboards in racks on the roof. 
"Where're you going?" asked a girl whom I recognized as one of the hitchers
I'd seen earlier and was now bare-breasted. Gina answered for us both. 
"D'you play?  Only players allowed on this bus," she giggled as a hairy
male hand slid up her young body to squeeze one tanned boob. It occurred to
me that we might just pick up some information in that situation and even a
social entree to the larger social group.  Besides, there was safety in
numbers and the highway was pretty quiet that day. "A ride for a ride, so
to speak?" asked Gina, hand on hip and I was unsure as to her meaning then.
"Right on," laughed the girl, "work your passage, as they say." Gina
obviously had a better grasp of the vernacular than I, so when she gave me
an enquiring look to ascertain my thoughts I gave a sort of 'why-not' shrug
and she grinned wryly.  Call me slow, but it was only then that the penny
dropped.  I was so glad that Ma'am Super wasn't there to see what we'd
agreed to and hoped sincerely that she never found out how low we'd go for
a quiet life. "Okay," we chorused with a show of bravado that belied the
gut-knotting ache of trepidation in my tummy.  I would, I decided, be like
those ladies of history who lay back and thought of England as their fair
bodies were ravished by hordes of evil foreigners.  If worst came to worst,
a quick poke in the course of my duty would hardly ruin my life, would it?
The pneumatic door in the middle of the vehicle hissed open on the darkened
interior and our nostrils were assailed by the odour of canabis smoke,
mingled with warm bodies and beer.  "Thank God!  Reinforcements," I heard a
girl gasp in the gloom. "You're gorgeous," murmured a male voice as a hand
slid uninvited up my soft inner thigh to cover and press my moist crotch. I
was about to remonstrate with him when I remembered the price of the fare
I'd agreed to pay.  As I found a place to stow my bag and pack my skirt and
panties were dragged down to my ankles and strong arms pulled me down to
sit on something soft where my top was quickly unfastened and removed from
my naked figure. "Nice tits too," he approved as his stubbly mouth found a
swollen nipple and thrilled me by gently biting and sucking the shiny pink
knob.  Rather than be seen as being in any way reluctant, my training
telling me that it usually leads to voilence, I kicked off my sandals and
knickers in readiness for the imminent assault upon my poor pussy.  I
reached over to feel what was going to do the job on me and found it th be
both hard and still sticky from being in another girls vagina. "Oooooh," he
growled at my touch.  "A sex kitten, can't wait for it eh." I just grinned
inanely so as not to spoil the impression and, as he seemed to be in no
hurry to abandon his attentions to my boobs, I took a quick look about as
my eyes had adjusted to the light. My heart seemed to stop momentarily as I
realized that the fare for the trip was much higher than either of us had
anticipated: there were at least ten young guys in the rear compartment and
three more in the front! For a moment I considered reneging on my agreement
on the grounds of not being told of the full requirement, however I chose
to stay for two reasons; Gina was all ready giving us credibility with the
group and an agile finger was alternatively titillating my clitty and
sliding in and out of my increasingly cock-hungry vagina.  In that Gina had
made such an effort to get us accepted I thought I should at least do a bit
to ensure that her efforts weren't wasted. The tall blonde who'd earlier
taken a lift with the biker and a petite brunette from the other pair of
hitchers we'd seen, lay at the centre of two foursomes of erect cocks
variously within their twats, mouths and hands for stimulation.  Two of
these guys left the girls to move towards Gina and I; she obligingly
lifting herself into the doggy position to orally accommodate the proffered
penis.  "Are you going to hog all the talent Mitch?" asked the newcomer.
"No mate," grinned my original fondler.  "You go for it Neddy." "Okay?" Ned
asked of me and I nodded my agreement. My trembling body was arranged as
the meat in a human sandwich when we lay on our sides, Mitch facing me and
Ned behind.  Ned's hard tool pressed into the cleft of my buttocks so I
lifted my upper leg back over his to grasp it and moisten the knob in my
juicy slit before he pushed its full length easily into my vagina,
surprising me after the trouble I'd had accommodating boyfriends in the
past.  My usual dry tightness was gone and he really felt so nice in there.
My normal ability to remain detatched deserted me and my senses were
overwhelmed with pleasure as Ned's sliding dick stretched my love-sheath
and his practiced finger diddled my tingling clitty while Mitch continued
to fondle my tits and kiss my mouth so deeply.  I held his cock tightly as
I returned his kisses and all restraint left my deliriously straining body.
No previous experience could have prepared me for the sexual wallow I found
myself in and I felt more than a little pride at having coped with the
unforseen requirement to put out for so many males in such a short time.
Initially I'd experienced acute embarrassment at being promiscuously
intimate, but the prospect of a gang-bang seemed a lot less appalling now
that I was in the situation. The electric tingle of climax was growing in
my loins and Ned was thrusting violently in an ever increasing tempo, his
gasping breath accompanied by throaty sounds of passion as orgasm was
imminent. "Ooooh Jee-sus!" he groaned as he rammed his cock deep into my
belly and gush warmly into my womb. His squirting semen set off my own
spasms of ecstacy and our rigid bodies convulsed repeatedly with the
release of sexual climax.  I'd have liked him to stay inside me a little
longer, but he withdrew in a semi-erect state and rolled away from me. I
was not lonely for long as Mitch had his postponed needs to fulfil.  He
lifted his hips to pull my lower thigh beneath him and the other above his
waist before I put the eye of his knob to my wet slit and he too penetrated
me to the hilt with one effortless thrust.  Of course that set off my
blissful spasms again and we were obliged to take time out for my senses to
settle once more. He was surprisingly gentle and we thrust together without
haste with long, langourous movements, continuing to kiss with deeply
probing tongues and lips soft and slack from our earlier exertions, while
he pinched my swollen nipples which had become extremely sensitive and
thrilled me with his ministrations. Slowly the tension grew again and I
felt the stirring of another orgasm deep in my lower body.  It came slowly,
lethargically and I was able to keep my hips thrusting and rotating until I
felt him suddenly stiffen and shudder warmly within my encircling limbs. 
He stayed inside me until we had cooled, undulating his bottom for us to
derive every scintilla of sensation from our coupling. Fortunately it
seemed that there were no more erections to deal with and the guys had
modestly replaced their shorts to go forward for drinks.  The last four
were banging away at the other girls and I noticed that the guy with Gina's
athletic legs around his waist was neither of her previous partners.  If I
hadn't known better I might have thought that she was enjoying herself
rather than just a good astress. I mopped my sopping pussy on one corner of
the large beach towel I'd been lying on, then dressed again as the vehicle
came to a halt on the shoulder of the highway.  As I stepped down with them
I counted nine guys, with four still aboard, so with another four or five
hours of travel still ahead of us the mathematics didn't bear thinking
about. Having relieved my bladder in the bushes I returned for a can of
soft drink as one doesn't imbibe on duty.  I was pleased to see that our
driver, Denny, sipped a non-alcoholic beverage and that he eschewed a puff
on a large, hand-rolled herbal cigarette. A minibus roared past in a cloud
of dark smoke and lettering proclaiming it to be the property of a bible
study group from a city evangelical church.  "Methinks yon Jesus bus shall
soon take the pork sword," Denny observed sardonically. "A couple of K at
best," his mate Baz agreed with a nod. We found the smaller vehicle a
little over a kilometre along our route with a dozen pallid people standing
around the still-smoking cadaver.  Tow chains were produced and the wreck
moved to the next truck stop bay on the road where Denny explained that he
couldn't tow it any further because it was locked in gear and would
endanger his vehicle. There was a conference and I had to walk out of sight
around the coach when Denny told the man in charge of the church group that
we were actually members of the St Vitus Social Justice Research Committee
and would be only too happy to assist fellow believers.  We would deliver
his charges to the youth camp to which they were heading, delivering them
safe and sound.  The poor man was just too distressed to listen properly,
but agreed with his wife that it might be best to send the children on
ahead with these nice young folks while we wait for the tow truck. The
'children' all seemed to be in their later teens and several of the boys
were showing more than a passing interest in the girls from our group.  The
two girls appeared to be more than a trifle embarrassed over the whole
thing, looking as if they hoped that the ground might soon open up and
swallow them, although I did notice a furtive glance at the bulging front
of Baz's board shorts where he'd apparently hidden a cucumber.  Back on the
road again I quickly found myself naked and supine with a young guy between
my widely spread thighs and his penis lustily sliding in and out of my soft
and easy quim.  He got his relief fast and didn't cause me to come so I lay
back shamelessly fingering my red and puffy cunt as I awaited the next
cock. Jock was the epitome of the saying about size not being a big deal,
it's how you use it.  He was baby-faced with an eleven centimetre dick, but
he certainly left me knowing that I'd been fucked, entering me without
using his hands at all and pumping his hips to mine in an almost random
fashion. Being unable to anticipate how his next thrust would enter me, he
was generally forcing his tool into my vagina as I was trying to contract
it.  Initially it was pretty disconcerting to me, but as it became
something of a game when I let each stroke surprise and thrill me.  It
drove me wild with pleasure as I just let go and allow matters to run.  My
cry of joy at coming so unexpectedly was heard by all aboard and when he
came there was barely a flush of semen inside me, his earlier bout with
Gina having drained his balls, but I felt well satisfied with our coupling.
I clung tightly to his plumpish form and feverishly kissed his boyish face
as our sweaty bodies jerked again and again in ecstacy. "Alright, huh?" he
grinned at last. "Mmmmmmm," I concurred.  "We must get together again
sometime soon." I nodded with a warm smile.  We weren't going to get far
past inanities in that situation. On making myself decent again I emerged
into the passenger section as Gina and the tall blonde, Dani, went back to
attend to a few more willing cocks.  Their speed of recovery came as
something of a surprise to me, but by then it was much less of a problem as
I was 'in role' as a seriously promiscuous, hitch-hiking surfer-chick.  The
fact that we had fitted in without to many questions being asked indicated
that our cover was good.  Hopefully we wouldn't see too many of our new
'pals' when all this was over and we returned to our normal lives. I took a
light beer from the icebox and sat with Erin of petite figure and short,
dark hair who was chatting with Jane and Emma from the church group who,
from the bright flush in their cheeks, I gathered had become aware of the
nature of my recent activities in the rear compartment. "Do you do this all
the time too?" Emma asked in an embarrassed whisper.  "Like Erin, I mean?"
"Not really," I chuckled, ruefully wishing I'd bitten my tongue before I'd
spoken.  "I've only had one-on-one rides before. I blushed and hoped the
lie covered my error. "You must enjoy it then?" "Well it's cheap travel and
more fun than staring at the endless 'scenery' for hours and hours." Both
girls blushed again as they imagined being in the situation themselves, I
knew how they felt as virginal ingenues in a world they'd never
experienced, nor were likely to. Jade, who'd been 'entertaining' the guys
with me, came in to perch on the edge of our seat.  "Some of the boys from
the bible-bashing mob want to try a bit of rumpy-pumpy too," she sighed
theatrically.  "I said I'd ask how you people felt about it.  Your friend
Gina's made a start, in fact. The other guys don't mind as long as they get
priority, so it's up to us." "What do you reckon, Jade?" Erin asked with a
knowing smile.  "You want to try for my record?" "No-o!" Jade cried
adamantly. Erin raised an inquisitorial eyebrow. "Okay," Jade admitted, "it
did cross my mind." The two girls looked enquiringly at Erin. "She's an
absolute slut," grinned Jade, nodding towards Erin.  "She's got the record
for the number of different dicks she's had in a trip down to the coast.  A
football team, if you can imagine it. Twenty-three guys!" "And you want to
be a bigger slut," chuckled Erin.  "Don't you Jadie dear." Jade smiled
self-consciously.  "I just want to beat you for once.  You're always doing
stuff first." "How about helping out?" Erin asked Jane and Emma.  "Then
you'll know all about it; good or bad." They turned crimson as they shook
their heads firmly at Erin's teasing. The three of us went back and
disrobed, followed a moment later by three of the younger boys who
diffidently got their gear off as we lay back in readiness for sex.  My
partner trembled violently as I pulled him down into the valley of my limbs
and gently kissed wetly around his mouth.  Grasping his rigid tool I pushed
it down between our bodies to my furry vulva, moistened his knob in my wet
slit and felt him stiffen and groan as his warm semen squirted all over the
entrance to my sheath. "Ooh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he mumbled in his
embarrassment. "Don't worry, it happens to everyone, truly," I consoled
him. "You'll last much longer mext time Have a rest and try again when
you're ready." Fortunately Baz was standing by and treated me to a hot,
rollicking fuck that left me limp, lying back in the afterglow as two other
boys had what seemed to be their first sexual experience as an ongoing
orgasm shook me as they banged away inexpertly at my spasm-racked cunt.  I
rested where I lay, feeling pleasantly lethargic and fulfilled rather than
abused, then quickly dressed again when I felt the vehicle turn off the
blacktop and on to a rough road. We'd stopped at a picnic area in a large
radiata pine grove by a firefighting storage wier where a gas barbeque was
set up and, after money was collected, the church crowd were invited to
partake of food and drink.  Apparently we five willing females had earlier
paid for ours with our favours. Erin, Jade and Dani had stripped off to
swim nude and, as it looked so inviting, Gina and I joined them with
several guys from both groups.  In no time at all the other four were flat
on their backs being laid again while I evaded the dicks to get sunblock
cream for my white parts from my pack. Several other vehicles had come down
the access track, but had quickly departed on seeing mass nudity and sexual
activity.  However one had remained, the four occupants surveying the scene
about them until the two men got out and walked down to the pool, stripped
off and leapt naked into the cold water.  The two wives followed along a
little later, sitting in the shade to watch proceedings. Eventually the
reluctant duo were persuaded to undress down to briefs and join their
husbands in the water, swimming across the pool to sun themselves on an
expanse of smooth granite.  The men had obviously been aroused by all the
sexual activity and had quickly stripped off their ladies' panties to
engage in sex that didn't appear, from the struggles of the women, to be
entirely concensual.  Two female cyclists swept down the track to stop
abruptly by the dam where they took off their helmets and took in the
debauched scene by the water.  I stepped up into the coach as Jane and Emma
disembarked after having changed out of their frocks and pantyhose and into
light tennis dresses. Not only had they discarded their tights, but,
evidenced by the fairly dramatic wobbling beneath both bodices, most other
undergarments too.  One of the cyclists, a tall redheaded woman, had pulled
off her lycra speed-top to display a fully tanned torso and, after testing
the water temperature with a bare foot, slipped out of her bike-shorts to
reveal a matching nether region.  She was the most fabulous golden hue all
over as she stepped lithely down to the pool and dived in before her much
paler girlfriend disrobed and followed her in. When I looked across the
lake again I saw that things had progressed to the two women giving oral
sex to each-others' husband, then a pause for discussion before one lady
threw her leg across her friend's spouse to take his prick within her
vagina.  The other followed on and they all shagged furiously in what
appeared to be their first swinging experience; making me feel a little
better about how easily I seemed to find the accommodation of multiple
partners. After a swim the two biking women approached the group around the
barbeque, the redhead introducing herself as Bev and her pal as Cathy, both
quite unfazed at the stares attracted by their hard, athletic bodies;
apparently accustomed to public nudity. "Quite an orgy you've got going,"
laughed Bev when the introductions had concluded and she looked over at
Emma who was sipping a soda.  "A Fanta!  I'd kill for a Fanta!" "But would
you fuck for one," grinned Baz, holding out a cold can of the drink to her.
She didn't take the can immediately, but pulled out the front of his shorts
and looked down. "Well I reckon there's the first half of my fuck there,"
chuckled Bev.  "Who's got the rest?" And she looked down several more
short-fronts with similarly disparaging comments before getting her can.
Cathy took her cue from Bev and checked a few more, plunging her hand down
into the their shorts. "Ooooh look Bev, this one's all soft and squishy. 
No good.  Who's got a nice hard stiffy?" Pants were shuffled down as they
were presented with several sets of erect wedding-tackle which both women
made much of feeling and minutely inspecting before taking Baz and Boof
away to spread their towels and legs on the grassy bank. I'd noticed that
both of them wore engagement and wedding rings and Cathy had a
multi-coloured rose tattoo on her lower belly.  They also wore multiple
earrings and studs and I found the flat-topped, gold ornaments through the
upper edges of their navels to be disturbingly erotic. Emma and Jane were
standing apart from the lunching group around me and I thought that they
probably felt more than a little disconcerted at what was happening around
them, so I was surprised to see Emma and Jock making doe-eyes at
each-other. She smiled coyly and lowered her eyes to his small, stiff prick
and her hands to the hem of her skirt which she lifted to reveal that no
briefs covered the bushy, black curls between her solid thighs, before
their eyes met again.  He took her hand to lead her down to where the rest
were performing the horizontal tango and the way in which she got rid of
her dress and welcomed him aboard suggested that she wasn't entirely
inexperienced in sexual activities. The two couples from across the water
had returned to their car and set up lunch on picnic table to observe
proceedings. Others had relieved Red and Baz of catering duties and they
were free to indulge their dicks once more and, possessing the only
unoccupied pussy, I became the object of their lust.  As I lay on my towel
beside Emma's writhing body I heard her using words of encouragement that
she certainly hadn't learnt in church, confirming my thoughts as to her
state of chastity. It felt rather odd to have Baz lying so close and
watching as Red and I arranged ourselves for our coulping, so I shut my
eyes as I spread my legs and took his hard cock in hand, moistening the tip
in my dewy slit and sliding the swollen globe into my dilated
passion-portal.  He pushed easily in to the hilt, paused for a moment, then
commenced to thrust in a manful rhythm at my unctuous vagina. I wrapped my
legs around his waist and grasped his pumping buttocks to make him shove
his loins harder to mine in belly-thumping, delightfully sweaty passion.
"Oooh yes!  Ye-ess!  Bang me hard Red," I gasped hotly into his ear. During
my very limited love life I'd suppressed the desire to be vociferous during
sex, it seemed unladylike I suppose, but the carnal chorus all around me
prompted me to join in and vocalize my pleasure as I was unlikely to ever
find myself in the position where it didn't much matter what my partner
thought about what I said and did in the heat of the act.  Red seemed to
regard my urging as some kind of challenge and tried to set records with
the speed and violence of his thrusting hips, rising to his knees, lifting
my legs beneath his armpits and gripping my hips to fervidly ram at my
eager cunt.  I wasn't able to contribute a lot in that position and quickly
felt myself slide over the edge into the misty, enfolding bliss of orgasm.
Although I'd have preferred Red to have come about then too I kept the
thought to myself as he continued his lusty thrusts and, when he eventually
found release, I was in a quivering, gelatinous state from continuous
climax. By the time I'd floated back to reality I became aware that sexual
congress continued around me. Emma's valiantly stretching snatch was then
receiving attention from Toby's ample cock and Baz and his partner screwed
loudly and enthusiastically on my other side.  I wasn't able to see her
face, but the unusual gold bracelet and solid figure identified Jane as the
female writhing happily under his big, hard body.  The relish with which
she cooed and moved so wantonly testified to to her having more than a
passing familiarity with the complementary male part.  It was also fairly
clear that the message on sex not being for teenagers was difficlt to get
across even with the threat of hellfire. One taste of that apple and
they're never the same again. I found it interesting to surmise how I might
of reacted in Jane or Emma's position of having no pressure to exchange sex
for transport and just engaging in promiscuous fucking for the fun of it.
Could I have got excited enough at the sight of indiscriminate group nooky
that I wanted to join in too, or was it just a matter of their being
companionable and doing in Rome what the Romans do? Would I have not wanted
to be seen to be or to actually feel left out of what others were doing all
around me?  In the context of the task at hand I guessed that I probably
would have catered sexually to the guys to establish the cover that we
seemed to have done. My mind returned to my ability to enjoy something
which had always seemed so utterly abhorrent to me and if my inhibitions
had completely evaporated because everybody there was similarly occupied. I
really didn't know whether or not to be concerned about it as an indication
of nymphomania or if I should treat it as a gift that just might enable me
to see this thing through, whatever I may be confronted with in the course
of my duties.  When Red rolled off me and got to his feet I espied two of
the churchy boys looking hopefully in my direction.  My inclination was to
follow Red in for a swim, but relented on seeing their upcurved erections,
smiled warmly and rubbed my palms invitingly over my parted inner thighs.
One came over to me and lay in my embrace as I slotted his stiff prick into
my love pouch with alacrity. Fortunately he was quick about it and his
clumsy thrusting kept me at the brink of orgasm until I came with him.  He
gallantly offered his hand to help me up as he got off me and rose to his
feet, continuing to hold my hand as we strolled to the water's edge.  His
pal, I noticed, had replaced Baz in Jane's willing love tunnel. I swam the
fifty-odd metres across the little lake and lay on the marbled stone to
warm my body in the sun and await Gina's arrival for a private comparison
of noted.  However it was Erin and Emma who swam over behind me to talk
about their day so far. "You've played 'hide-the-sausage' before, Emma,"
accused Erin, but with a smile on her face, "and here's me thinking you're
still a cherry." "I lost it four years ago, actually," blushed Emma, "but
I've only had six more since then." "Jeez, that's before I did," said a
surprised Erin, "and I was only fifteen too.  How old were you?" "Eleven,"
breathed Emma.  "Christ!" swore Erin.  "I s'pose you're going to tell us it
was you're old-man?" "No!" cried Emma.  "It was my best friend's big
brother.  She told me he'd been feeling her up and penetrated her with a
finger; she knew he wanted to do it to her and was going to let him, but
wanted me to be there to stop things if she wanted to call a halt.  I
didn't stop things and she got done, then me, but it didn't hurt me at
all." "We'll," breathed Erin, "you'll be able to at least treble your
agregate today, if you try hard." "Yeah," she giggled hesitantly, "can't
let you girls do all the work on my behalf." "Such a sacrifice for such a
nice girl to endure," mocked Erin.  "All those nasty dicks waiting to plow
your furrow; enough to make a body feel quite faint." "Mmmm," Emma blushed,
unconsciously pressing her hand to her crotch.  "Dreadful thought, all that
sex and stuff." "So what'll happen at your camp if the word about all this
gets out?  You'll be in trouble I s'pose?" "Who's going to dob?  The guys
here can't say anything if they think they'd like another go at it." "So
you're planning some serious nooky?" "I wasn't, until now.  Things have
changed and I have many more options." "How about Jane?" asked Erin.  "She
seems to be familiar with the ins-and-outs of sex too." "My big sister had
her first this year, after becoming legal.  She hasn't a clue about my
experience, I kept it secret." "So whose idea was it to join the thrash?"
"Hers.  She got randy watching and wanted a bit too; suggested that it
might be a good opportunity for me to try it, as a dare." "She did look a
bit surprised when you flashed your pussy," I commented. "Didn't she," Emma
giggled happily.
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