Author: Pescador del Valle
Title: Boy Meets Girl Meets Girl
Part: Chapter 17 of 25
Universe: PdV's Boy Meets Girl Meets Girl
Summary: A romantic view of the unusual erotic encounters
         of three older teenagers
Keywords: Fm, oral, exhib, rom
Language: English
Copyright: 2003

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Cilla, Sonia and I had forged an unlikely three-way 
relationship.  Together with my brother Rick and his 
girlfriend Renate we were up before dawn to spend the 
next four days camping.

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The car was quiet as the sun came up.  Sonia, sitting in 
the middle of the back seat, had fallen back asleep after 
talking to Renate for a while and was now snuggled 
against Cilla, her head resting on Cilla's ample bosom.

Renate had dropped off too which accounted for my brother 
Rick's silence; he could have been sitting in the back 
holding Renate's sleeping form if I hadn't been mean and 
made him sit in the front.

Cilla and I were prepared to talk but most of our 
conversations were of a more private nature that could 
wait until we were alone (that is, just the three of us).  
We commented about the odd item that came up as we 
travelled or which made us think of some other topic but 
generally I just drove in the quiet car.

I regretted teasing him; maybe we could change seats when 
I stopped for a stretch.  I know; He could swap with 
Renate!  No.  I wasn't really that much of a bastard.

I was sorry I couldn't have driven the Plymouth - we 
could have had three people up front (I wonder who) or 
back - but we would need the 4WD when we got to the 
ranges.

We had missed the peak hour traffic by leaving at 5 am 
and were making good time.  Out of the suburbs we picked 
up speed but after about three hours we would be through 
the foothills and in the mountains and wouldn't be able 
to travel as fast.

Driving for about six hours and making a couple of stops 
on the way, I expected to get to the camp site around 1 
pm.  We could have been earlier but what was the point of 
rushing for the sake of 40 minutes.

As I drove I kept thinking back to the night before and 
the fun Sonia, Cilla and I had got up to.  I hoped for 
better tonight - the opportunity to spend the whole night 
with my two ladies.

I was sure Rick wouldn't mind sharing the smaller tent 
with Renate; the problem was whether she would.

The alternative was a three/two split along gender lines 
which, while what Renate's parents (and probably Sonia's 
and mine) were expecting, wouldn't be nearly as 
satisfying.

I would have to trust her friend Sonia to convince her, 
if necessary; it may not be a problem.

I drove for about an hour and a half before stopping for 
fuel.  We hadn't used much but it would be cheaper here 
than further on.  It also gave me a well needed chance to 
stretch my legs and to tease my brother.

"Would you like to sit in the back?"

"Yes I would!"

"Okay.  Shall I see if Renate would like to sit up front 
with me?"

"Ho. Ho. Try again brother."

The others had been in to buy a snack or drink and we 
played musical chairs.  Cilla moved into the front seat 
with Sonia and Renate scooting over so Rick, with a 
window seat, sat next to Renate.  Cilla had a hot coffee 
for me, strong with extra sugar.

"I'll keep you awake", she promised.

There was a bit more chatter now.  Rick missed out on his 
cuddle; Renate was wide awake now and talking mainly to 
Sonia although it was a public conversation and we all 
joined in.  He did get to hold her hand though which kept 
him happier than he had been during our first leg.

I know he was happy because I felt the same way when 
Cilla reached over and I took one hand off the steering 
wheel to grasp it firmly as it rested on my leg.

The others could see this from the back.  Renate finally 
figured it was up to Sonia to worry about it, not her, 
and Rick didn't care whose hand I held so long as Renate 
was only interested in his.

Apart from a brief sightseeing side trip, our next stop 
saw us pause long enough for brunch.  Service station 
food is sometimes a bit dodgy but we knew this site from 
previous visits and fortunately the standard hadn't 
changed.  With toilet breaks all round, getting the tank 
and jerry cans filled and making a call to Dad to let him 
know we had got this far safely it was quite a while 
before we played musical chairs again and got under way.

This time Cilla and Sonia were the only ones to change 
and it was her turn to periodically take my hand.  I 
couldn't give her hand as much attention unfortunately, 
needing both hands on the wheel under the more difficult 
conditions in the mountains.

As Cilla chattered unconcernedly along Renate quit 
worrying altogether; it only made her brain hurt.

When we finally got to the national park I pulled into 
the car park at the ranger's station and collected a 
packet of documents from the glove box before leading the 
way inside.

We were greeted by the ranger and asked our business.  I 
gave my name and the booking number and he checked his 
records.  I recognised him from a couple of previous 
trips and he apparently recognised Rick and I.

"Back again then.  Now I know you're both familiar with 
the layout of the park and the safety and other rules but 
I don't see your parents with you and you've only booked 
for five.  I'm afraid you need to have a "responsible 
adult" with you before I can accept the booking; so, do 
we have anyone with an ID showing they're 18 or over.

I hadn't considered that; the issue had never come up 
before; but fortunately luck (or rather Cilla) was on our 
side.  She rummaged through her wallet and produced and 
ID card with her photo and date of birth.  The ranger 
checked it and said "Okay that will be $66 please.

I got the money out and filled in the form advising next 
of kin details, etc.

"Now where are you planning on staying this time?"  He 
took the money and made out a receipt as I opened my map 
of the park area.

I had circled a location we had found some months 
earlier.  It needed a 4WD to get from the nearest track 
as we had to traverse a dry, sandy river bed before 
travelling through a fairly flat and lightly wooded area 
ending up by a secluded spring.

The ranger noted the location and put a pin on his wall 
map.  It was fairly bare - we weren't likely to run into 
anyone else.  He accompanied us outside.

"Please let me know if you have to set up elsewhere, It 
may save time or lives and definitely a trip out to the 
wrong spot."

He noted we had a CB radio in the car and double checked 
we had arrived with adequate fuel and water.

"Okay then, have a nice time."

He handed over a sheet of instructions.  He may have 
known we knew the rules but everyone got a copy so there 
was no excuse.

Cilla, our responsible adult, asked to see it and she and 
Renate perused it in the car as I checked in at home 
again (with Mum this time) then drove us to the campsite.

Rick was checking for the turn off with me and together 
we managed to miss it completely the first time even with 
the map; it was a little easier to spot from the opposite 
direction.

The spring came out of the side of the escarpment, 
forming a long pool with a shallow beach.  The water was 
safe and it was important that we kept it that way so we 
set up camp a fair way down stream and back from the 
water.

The tents were designed to be quickly erected by one 
person (so long as it wasn't blowing a gale) and Rick and 
I soon had them up, directing the three girls to lay out 
the guy ropes and instructing them, where necessary, on 
how to peg them in.

The larger tent could sleep four if it had to, though I 
didn't want either Rick or Renate in there, and had a 
separate annex as a daytime living area.  The smaller 
slept 2 or 3 depending on how much gear you had to fit in 
there with you and how close you felt to your tent-mates.

Sonia had privately sounded Renate out at one of our 
stops and was pleased that Renate looked favourably on 
our proposed sleeping arrangements.  In fact it was she 
who noticed the sleeping bags could be fully unzipped and 
joined together to form a double bag.

Sonia, Cilla and I were not so lucky; three sleeping bags 
don't zip together and two were not quite big enough.  
The weather was warm so we didn't think it likely we 
would need them so we spread them instead as a thick 
mattress and simply lay the sheets I had included over 
the top.

We unloaded the back of the ute and I took a rake and a 
collapsible spade and walked into a bushy area away from 
the water.

I selected a site and carefully raked the debris away for 
a few meters in each direction before digging a hole 
about a metre down through the sandy soil.

The girls came over to see what I was doing but it became 
obvious when Rick brought over a folding chair with a 
hole in the seat and with a roll of paper mounted on a 
rod secured to the side of the chair.  I added a trowel 
to the pile of dirt next to the chair.

"Why did you rake up first?" asked Sonia.

"I just wanted to make sure there were no snakes that 
might get annoyed if you trod on them."

"Snakes!" exclaimed Renate.  "Nobody said anything about 
snakes."  She looked all around her expecting to see 
herself surrounded.

"Snakes aren't a problem.  If they know you're coming 
they will usually stay out of your way.  The main problem 
is when it thinks it is safely hidden and you 
accidentally step on it.  So - no more hiding places."

Renate looked doubtful but didn't say any more.  To her 
camping had meant a caravan or trailer park in some 
idyllic resort setting or country town.  We had instead 
"gone bush".

Rick and I were used to setting up camp.  As the oldest 
children at home it had been our job while Dad erected 
the tents and Mum managed the younger two kids.

Rick had selected a suitable tree and thrown one of 
several ropes I had included over a sturdy branch.  I 
brought out a black plastic container and gave it to him 
while I handed out a couple of buckets and beckoned Sonia 
and Cilla to follow me.  I thought Rick might like a 
chance alone with Renate for the first time that day.

We walked along the stream leading from the spring until 
I found a suitable spot to fill the buckets.  The water 
ran clear with the sound of frogs in the reeds and signs 
of spawn and tadpoles around the quieter spots.

"Plenty of food for the snakes!" I thought to myself.  
"Now is probably not a good time to say anything though."

I could see us packed up before we had time to settle in.

We took the water back to camp and I filled the black 
container before Rick and I hoisted it up just above head 
height.  The shower rose underneath was now visible.

"Won't that be cold?"

"No, the black plastic heats the water if you leave it in 
the sun for a couple of hours.  Sometimes you have to add 
more cold before you can use it."

"What about in the mornings?"

"We normally either have a cold wash or just heat some 
water on the gas stove and have a wash.  With such 
beautiful young ladies around I think Rick and I will 
probably need cold showers."

Renate looked around the camp and at the location of the 
shower.  "Bit it's in the open.  Have you got a screen?"

Rick and I looked at each other.  A shower screen?

Our family didn't have a nudity taboo that many others 
seem to inflict on themselves so when we were camping 
people just wore a towel to the shower and back if they 
needed any cover; most of us wore it over a shoulder.  We 
tended to ignore anyone who was showering - we had seen 
it all before.

"Rick and I can always hold some towels up while you are 
showering", I suggested maliciously.

"That kind of defeats the purpose don't you think?"  She 
decided to leave it for now.  It may be dark when she 
wanted a shower after all.

The camp was all set up and everyone was amenable to the 
idea of a little expedition to check out the area.

"Is our stuff save?" asked Cilla.

"As safe as at home - people will take it if they really 
want to in either place but the sorts that do don't 
normally turn up here and we're pretty isolated from what 
passing traffic there is."

I grabbed a small backpack with some water and track 
munchies and we walked off.  Rick led, holding Renate's 
hand as she surveyed the path ahead for slippery 
serpents.

I whispered to Cilla and Sonia, "I think the biggest 
problem with snakes she is likely to have is Rick's one-
eyed trouser snake." 

"So long as she doesn't try to kill it" laughed Cilla.

"Or step on it accidentally" added Sonia.

"At least it doesn't bite although it could cause her to 
swell up."

Laughing quietly together we followed them to the pool.

Our campsite would have made a good redoubt.  The sheer 
cliff was a little crumbly towards the top making it 
difficult to climb, though to get up there from any 
direction than below was even worse.

The surface was covered in thick scrub frequently broken 
by deep crevasses and the "easy" way in required you 
traverse several kilometres of that terrain.

The cliff roughly encircled our quiet spot and it was 
possible to look out over the raised position of our 
campsite to see any trail of dust along the nearest track 
well before anyone had a chance to turn off, if they 
could actually select the right place to leave the track.

We had found the spring a couple of years earlier when 
searching for the rocky waterfalls (more rapids really 
except there wasn't enough water flowing for that) that 
were to be found further downstream.  We had missed that 
turn off and our 4WD had climbed a rough track to bring 
us out above the falls rather than below them.  We found 
we could continue further and eventually came to this 
peaceful spot.

If you took the now more obvious track (it had since been 
signposted) you ended up at the waterfall; if you took 
the track on the other side of "ours" you missed the 
climb and ended up further along the cliffs.

You had to consciously go exploring to find this place 
and in the still air we would hear the vehicles of anyone 
who tried.

We reached the pool and the three girls gave voice to 
their pleasure at the surroundings.  The continual 
seepage of water out over the impermeable layer of rock 
had formed a wet sheen over the lower part of the cliffs.  
Rainfall in the mountainous area behind us passed through 
the ground, trapped above this layer, until it reached 
this area and the fault which allowed it to escape from 
the side of a cliff.  A backlog of water travelling down 
from the mountains meant the spring flowed all year round 
regardless of local rains.

Rick clambered over a couple of boulders to reach a sandy 
"beach".  He dipped his hand into the water.

"It's lovely.  Who's for a swim?"

The day had warmed up and our trek only made the idea 
sound even better.

"I will", I seconded the motion.

"What about crocagators?" asked Renate.

Rick and I looked at each other once again.  I let him do 
the honours this time.

"It's a small FRESH water pool miles from any other water 
holes or rivers; It's not even the right type of forest 
to get leeches."

"Alright then.  Who's coming back with me?"

"Why are you going back", asked her 'best friend' Sonia.

"To change into my bathers."

"Bathers?" Rick and I chorused together.

Acting the fools we looked at each other and high fived 
our palms as we started shucking our clothes.

"SKINNY DIPPING!" we yelled as we dashed naked across the 
sand and into the water.

The girls stood there bemused.

Cilla looked as Sonia, "Whatever."  She started stripping 
and Sonia soon copied her.

Renate stood there until the others were down to their 
underwear.  Oh Well!  She didn't REALLY mind after all.

And so her mother's admonition to "be a good girl" lasted 
less than an hour after our arrival.

Rick and I had swum in until the water was waist deep and 
squatted down while the others were busy getting changed.

Cilla and Sonia, now naked, held hands and ran towards 
us.

Being comfortable with nudity is not the same as being 
blind to the beauty of the human form, especially that of 
the teenaged female portion of humanity.

Rick, seeing my girlfriends naked for the first time was 
properly impressed; well probably "improperly".

I was diverted from Renate's "striptease" on the beach by 
a closer movement and my eyes were drawn to Cilla's 
breasts bouncing as they ran.

The impertinent Rick was paying attention too.  "Kadung, 
kadung, kadung!"

"Be respectful Junior", I somewhat hypocritically 
cautioned, having had similar thoughts myself.

He turned then to look closer at his classmate Sonia.  I 
have described her as elfin but she was definitely a 
woodlands nymph now.

"Wow!  I've been sitting near THAT all year!  What a 
waste of time."

"You waste your own time."  I was getting possessive.  I 
couldn't fault him though.  It was a pleasure to watch 
the two young ladies in the few seconds it took for them 
to reach us.

Sonia was lithe, her breasts small and firm with fine, 
almost masculine, nipples.  Her waist narrowed slightly 
widening again at her hips where the black triangle of 
fine hair directed one's eyes to the just visible 
silhouette of her young cunt lips.

Cilla was taller and more curvaceous.  Her dark red hair, 
below shoulder length, contrasted with Sonia's black bob.  
It currently hung loose around her shoulders and partly 
concealed her fuller tits.  I couldn't see Cilla's 
nipples clearly, they were bouncing around with her tits 
after all, but knew they stood out like small raspberries 
when aroused.

Her belly wasn't washboard flat like Sonia's; somewhat 
more feminine though nowhere near Rubenesque.  Her hips 
were wide and sexy; her pubes a mass of orange-red curls 
that hid her sex and the sweet joy I had found there.

They were upon us now and gasping as the cool water 
splashed over those delightful hairy triangles.  Rick was 
obviously staring.  Since we were kneeling, their pussies 
were at eye-level and his head moved back and forth since 
he couldn't decide which young woman to look at.

I gave him a nudge, "You're missing the rest of the 
show."  He followed my gaze to the shore.

Though I had previously seen her clad only in a bikini, 
it was amazing the difference the absence of a few square 
centimetres of fabric could make.

Now there is no way I would swap either of my beauties 
but the vision on the sandy beach was well worth looking 
at.  I can't admit she was more impressive than either of 
my loves (I don't want to live THAT dangerously) and I'm 
not envious of Rick's good fortune in having someone with 
Renate's looks (I'm not going to say anything about her 
personality - he has to live with that) favouring him 
with her attentions but ... well, I suppose it's like 
this - you can look at someone's racy sports car and 
wonder what it's like to drive without actually trying to 
get behind the wheel or wanting to trade in your family 
sedan.

Noticing our attention had been diverted, Sonia and Cilla 
turned to watch the show going on behind them.  Renate's 
hips swayed as she strode over the sand as though along a 
catwalk, the narrow triangles normally covered by her 
bikini obvious - a bright white against her dark tan.

We found out later that her mother had in fact sent her 
to a deportment and modelling school when she was much 
younger but Renate wasn't interested in modelling as a 
career - the very best or merely lucky get the status, 
glamour and money and all the rest have to compete for 
the pickings; she wanted a career where her brains would 
outlast her beauty.

Her pubes had been trimmed to a narrow vertical bar, 
rendering her lips a sexy camel toe which was 
occasionally visible as she walked and her ribs were 
delicately visible below her ample swaying tits which 
stood out as white triangles against her otherwise darkly 
tanned skin.

She flicked her shoulder length hair back from her face 
as she entered the water.

She smiled at Rick; the rest of us were currently not 
important.  She was sinking her harpoon deeper into his 
heart with every step.  It wasn't the scenario she had 
expected but she didn't intend to let the opportunity 
pass.  Once she had decided he was the one for her she 
planned her seduction of him and was now ready to carry 
it out.

"Oy!  Buster!"  Sonia moved over to block my view with 
her back and admonished me, "You've got other things to 
attend to."

I grabbed her hips and pulled her back into my lap with a 
splash that drowned me and broke, temporarily, Renate's 
mesmerising effect on my brother.

"I thought you said the water was lovely?" Sonia accused 
the sodden Rick.  "It's bloody freezing!"

"It's alright when you get used to it", I replied on his 
behalf, "You're just hot - wait and see."

I did notice the effect of the cold water on her chest 
however.  A little spire now stood out from the centre of 
each small breast.

Her hand fumbled around underwater and came to rest on an 
erect penis.  (Hey.  I'm only seventeen - it happens all 
the time, even in a cool pool.)

"I hope this isn't due to who I think it is" she 
whispered in my ear.

"Never, Love.  It was you and Cilla, honest!"

"I don't know that I believe you."

I wasn't all that sure myself.

"We'll just have to keep an eye on you."

She pulled Cilla down and put her hand between my legs as 
well.

"You better keep an eye on us as well! UNDERSTAND?"

The smile accompanying her instruction showed she wasn't 
serious.  I assured them that I wouldn't dream of looking 
elsewhere before turning my head to watch Renate kneel 
down next to Rick.

"Not even five bloody seconds!" said Cilla.

She pushed my shoulders and I overbalanced.  Sonia's 
weight shifted and I was suddenly held underwater.

I hadn't managed to get a breath and Cilla let up as soon 
as I went under but my problem was Sonia as she sprawled 
on my stomach trying to keep her own head out of the 
water.

Having Sonia pin me on my back while were both naked 
would normally feature high on my list of fantasy 
desires.  Adding 40 cm of water over my face and feeling 
trapped however wasn't part of the deal.

I had nothing to push off from since I couldn't get any 
purchase behind me and the added resistance of the water 
meant I couldn't shift Sonia's slight weight.

I finally managed to turn sideways enough to get my knee 
under me and lifted Sonia, now on my back, up through the 
water.  I could now push with my arms and she was riding 
me backwards.  I don't think this was one of the 
positions in the sex guide I had loaned her (and was 
still to get back but it was in good hands).

I pushed forward with my legs and broached the surface as 
Sonia disappeared under the waves to sit back on the 
bottom.

We both came up gasping for air, much to the amusement of 
the others.  Sonia had simply been under, up for a breath 
and under again but I was gasping a little harder.

I hadn't been under long enough for there to be any real 
danger and if I had just waited a bit longer for Sonia to 
get up I probably would have been no worse off but logic 
doesn't play a big part when your lungs start telling you 
they want air NOW!.

Back in the air, my heart still thumping, I was no longer 
worried but ... revenge!

Now I am by no means vindictive; I certainly wouldn't 
intentionally put anyone through the same turmoil.  So 
Cilla merely found herself in my arms, her bare breasts 
crushed against my chest and her lips against mine.

And then we just toppled sideways.  I did release her as 
soon as our shoulders touched the bottom and then helped 
her up straight away.  To my surprise, her response was 
to grab ME, press her mouth against mine and repeat the 
exercise.  Oh well, vengeance is over-rated.

Sonia simply looked at her and said, "Greedy!"

The five of us messed around, a little more sedately, for 
a while and then lay back in the shallows.

Rick had knelt slightly sideways and Renate was laying 
back with her head on his leg.  This was perfect for him 
as he was looking directly down her well-formed teenage 
body while his tackle, now shrunken a little in the cool 
water, was discretely out of sight behind her back.  With 
three gorgeous young women present he didn't want the 
conversation turning to anything that just popped up.

I had likewise been turned into a pillow for my twin 
teases.  They had made me lie a little shallower so I was 
in no danger of drowning.  Sonia then lay with her head 
on my chest; Cilla beside her with her head where my leg 
met my hip.

I was able to rest one arm on Sonia's stomach and used 
the other to slightly raise my head.  This was necessary 
as my line of sight was then directly, I suspect with 
some connivance one her part, aligned with a path between 
Renate's spread ankle and knees.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, as I lay there I had to suffer 
a view so horrendous it cannot be described - at least if 
I want to avoid a terrible death at the hands of my loved 
ones.

The slight waves caused by our movements caused the water 
to lap up and down over her bare genitals.  Her pubic 
hair was trimmed to match an ultra-narrow bikini or 
g-string; the hair covering the rest of her pussy also 
being removed to leave her lips clearly visible.

As she sat there talking with the others I was treated to 
the sight of her redder inner lips protruding slightly 
through her thicker, almost puffy, outer lips.  A wave 
would travel up between her legs, past her knees and over 
her pubes only to ebb back exposing her box again.  Like 
an old river, the thin red lips meandered through the 
narrow canyon left between the bare brown levee banks.

Sonia gave Cilla a gentle nudge and pointed in Renate's 
direction.  "Is that the sort of trim you were talking 
about?"

Cilla raised herself, noticing my erection as she turned 
for a closer look at Renate's snatch.

Rick left off looking at the drops running down Cilla's 
tits to look at the black bar visible over his 
girlfriend's stomach.

"It's nice but a bit barer than I was suggesting."

What was this?  My girlfriends had been discussing a 
minge trim?

I knew they had spent a fair bit of time together when I 
wasn't around.  I wasn't jealous but certainly envied 
them the opportunities they had had.  Still I was curious 
as to what had led to their discussion and their possible 
plans.

Now I like fur.  I don't think it's necessary to scrape 
your armpits and I'd rather touch a downy surface than a 
scratchy one if I rub my hand over a girl's leg.  But I 
also think it's a personal choice - the person has to 
live with their own impressions of their bodies; I just 
don't want them to go to all that trouble if it's me 
they're trying to please.

I certainly want to feel like I'm with a woman, not a 
child, and to me fur on a pussy says "woman".  I will 
concede however that a bare pussy can also be very 
alluring.  (My hard-on as I looked at Renate testified to 
that.)

Sonia's slight body may look a little like a child's 
(although her breasts are just big enough to spoil the 
effect) but that little black triangle changes that for 
me in one swift glance.

(Cilla could never be mistaken for a child and, bare as 
her pussy is, there is nothing else childlike about 
Renate.)

Cilla continued, "You might need a little clean up at the 
edges but it's up to you if you want something similar."

She got mischievous, "What about you Glyn?  What do you 
think?"

I played the innocent, "About what?"

"About Renate's hair-do."

I deliberately looked at her head.  "It's quite nice how 
it just covers her shoulders."

Sonia thumped my arm.  "A little lower down, stupid."

With the others watching me I dropped my eyes to look at 
what was already burned on the back of my eyeballs.

"Oh!  Well.  Very pretty, I suppose.  I hadn't really 
noticed."

"Is that so?", said Cilla.  She took a firm grip on my 
firmer prick, her hand out of view behind her back.

She squeezed.  "Are you sure you're telling quite the 
truth?"

"Ahhrgh"  It was a li-i-i-i-tle painful.  "Ah well I may 
have noticed before.  As I said, it is very pretty."

The pressure relaxed a little.

"I like the effect but I have to say I do prefer the full 
triangle appearance; I believe I saw something like that 
before you or Sonia sat down."

The pressure returned for a short time.  She knew very 
well just how often I had seen their minge fringes.  My 
innocent act probably didn't even work on Renate and Rick 
who were grinning at me.

Sonia had her fingers entwined in mine and Cilla lay back 
down, on her side this time facing her girlfriend.  She 
put her hand on Sonia's arm in the water and closed her 
eyes.  We were in partial shade and the cool water gave 
us more than a little relief from the heat of the day.

Sonia and Renate chatted with Rick while I stated up into 
the trees.  I had been up early and had driven for 
several hours, so I was a little sleepy too.

I didn't notice when Sonia sat up and the trio kept their 
voices to whispers as they left the water and went back 
to our clothes.

We were in no danger; while you can drown in just enough 
water to cover your nose and mouth (not a lot if you are 
face down), neither of us had been drinking and a face-
full of water would have had us wide awake.

By letting me sleep they were being thoughtful to the 
person who had gotten them here but that didn't stop them 
taking all but our sandals with them as they returned to 
camp.

We hadn't brought towels with us down to the spring and 
all three just slipped their shorts on without underwear.

It was only a short walk back and the shorts would dry 
quicker alone.  T-shirts would have as well but Rick 
wasn't about to suggest that.  If he wasn't such a 
gentleman he was sure no-one at school would have 
believed his story of walking through a park with two of 
his classmates - topless! - let alone any possible story 
of skinny dipping.

They went to their tents when they got there and Renate 
got Rick to dry her hair (slapping his hands from time to 
time as they strayed to her bare white breasts) while 
Sonia disappeared into the bushes.

Someone had to christen the "long drop" after all.  A 
small trowel had been left in the pile of dirt next to 
the hole to cover it over as a curtesy to those who 
followed.  When it got full we would simply move it a 
little further over and repeat the process but we didn't 
expect to do that too often.

Meanwhile back in the pool, I have to confess to snoring.  
I was laying on my back and totally out of it so I didn't 
even know but poor Cilla found her head being shaken as 
my belly vibrated to the gentle woodlands tune - oh well 
maybe to the sound of a woodpecker, or perhaps a jack 
hammer.

She woke up and found we had been left there.  The 
clothes were gone so she surmised the others had gone 
back to camp.  Well then!

Apart from the short time that morning while Sonia was 
showering, Cilla and I had not really had the opportunity 
to be alone together.  Sonia and I had spent some time 
together at school and Cilla had visited Sonia on a 
number of occasions but even when I had gone to Cilla's 
house without Sonia her brothers and sisters always 
seemed to be around.

No, the only real together time we had shared seemed to 
be the few seconds when I saw her back to her house after 
we had said goodnight to Sonia.

There was nothing wrong with our three-way get togethers 
but we're all a little selfish and Cilla wouldn't be 
human if she didn't crave a little "personal time" with 
me.

Taking the opportunity of my prone position, she reached 
down with one hand to hold my prick and fondle my balls 
as she leaned across my chest and took my nipple in her 
mouth.

You might think that this would have woken me but I was 
tired.  I had gotten just over four hours sleep last 
night (well this morning) and had now been up for almost 
ten hours.  I was relaxed and my mind ignored what my 
body did not.

Cilla started softly stroking as I hardened in her hand; 
her tongue tracing circles around, and playing with the 
little points on my chest.  When I was fully erect she 
stopped and moved over slightly, taking my proud erection 
in her mouth.

I say proud only in the sense it was displayed for all to 
see until it disappeared (in part at least) into my 
lover's mouth; I was out of it and couldn't have been 
proud or ashamed of anything.

Is it rape if you're molested when you are not in a 
position to say yes or no?  What about if you don't mind 
that it happened.  Whatever!

Cilla played around licking and sucking and fondling my 
balls.  She took me deep to the back of her throat until 
she felt herself start to gag then backed off, just 
holding me with her hand with only the light caress of 
her tongue as stimulation.

She ran her mouth along the underside as the warm wind 
evaporated the moisture on the exposed head of my cock, 
cooling it.  She pressed her teeth gently into my flesh 
and carefully nipped at the normally loose skin of my 
ball sack, shaking her head back and forth as she held 
on.

Finally she took me back into the cavern of her mouth and 
began to fuck me with her face.  She held my hips to 
steady herself as she leaned over me and drove her mouth 
down around me only to draw her head back and repeat that 
slippery descent with a rhythm that rapidly increased in 
tempo.

The feel of a mouth on your prick is different than the 
feel of a cunt surrounding it.  I can't say that one or 
the other is "better".  Position can be important for 
either.

For instance, if a man and woman are facing one another 
head to toe, an erect prick which would normally be 
pointing up towards the man's chin is now positioned at a 
nice angle with respect to the woman's throat.

Similarly different sexual positions can affect depth and 
angle which can result in lesser or greater friction and 
more or less contact with clits and g-spots and other 
interesting bits.

A woman, like Cilla, who has a good muscular control in 
her vagina can make a man come without either moving any 
other part of their bodies (or so I've been told - Cilla 
is good but inconsistent and we haven't managed anything 
like that in our few encounters but I live in hope.)

On the other hand, a woman with a tight pussy like Sonia, 
can give an all round pressure that travels up and down 
your cock as it passes through the narrow entrance, with 
an intense liquid friction over the whole of your cock 
head as it makes contact with every millimetre of the 
inside surface of her dark love tunnel.

And considering things further, and more relevant to the 
present, a woman who knows how to use her tongue and how 
to vary the pressure being applied can make oral sex 
unbelievable.

So I can't decide - I want both.

In this case Cilla had decided to make her mouth the 
receptacle for my semen.  She had done this before on a 
couple of occasions as well as tasting the spillage when 
I had been jerked off and the left overs dripping from 
Sonia's cunt when I had fucked (or been fucked) by her.

She knew Sonia didn't enjoy the taste of my cum and 
couldn't understand why.  She thought it might have been 
related to the other things she liked to eat and Sonia 
didn't.  Still she was going to try to give me the best 
head job ever.

I might have appreciated it more if I was conscious 
however my body certainly knew what was going on.  As I 
reached a climactic finish the wet dream I was having 
featured Cilla doing much as she was in reality while 
Sonia was there eating her pussy.  Rick and Renate were 
there as well encouraging us and Renate kept flashing me.

I awoke with a start as the first impulse passed through 
my groin and I found Cilla poised over my twitching cock 
as the spasm caused a jet of semen to burst forth and 
land at the back of her mouth.  She had been expecting it 
to happen and had made a conscious decision to try to 
swallow the cum as it was ejected.

She was successful with the first spurt but the second 
came before she had finished swallowing.  There was a 
little leakage at one corner of her mouth as she 
continued to move her head up and down.

Cilla wasn't sure about the taste today.  It had been 
alright when she tried it before but the "Book" (the sex 
guides Sonia had borrowed) said that different foods with 
strong flavours, like asparagus, could change the taste 
and she wondered what I had been eating.

She caught up with the flow and I was now able to raise 
my head slightly to watch my woman (well the older one) 
give me one of life's nicest treats as she swallowed the 
sexual emissions resulting from her efforts.

When it happens you don't knock it or question your luck.  
Ignore the tales of nympho women who are cum slaves.  It 
doesn't happen in real life.  If your lady likes it or 
likes you enough to overcome her distaste, cherish her.

If she loves you enough to suck your cock but can't take 
the taste when you come, still cherish her - she's doing 
all she can for you (and can you say the same?).

Regardless, respect her before, during and after and see 
you respect her needs too.

I put my hand gently on the back of her head.  I wasn't 
trying to force her head down.  She didn't need any 
encouragement, she had proven that, and I was simply 
basking in the feeling and letting her know I appreciated 
the attention she was giving me.

I loved her and I loved what she was doing. 

The flow stopped and Cilla sat up and looked into my now 
aware eyes.  I smiled as she licked her lips.

She looked down and splashed some water across my groin 
then rubbed a little and washed me again.  Then she 
straddled me and leaned her tits against my chest.

I took her head in my hands and kissed her.  Her tongue 
sought mine and I tasted my seed in her mouth.  If it 
came through such a wonderful procedure I could live with 
the taste.  I pressed my tongue against hers, sucking to 
draw more of it into my mouth.

I had just changed tactics to push my tongue into her 
mouth when all of a sudden I realised where we were.

Knowing how the girls liked exhibitionist behaviour I had 
to wonder, "Had we just put a show on for the others?"

I pushed my darling's head back and turned to look from 
side to side.

"They had gone when I woke up", she said divining my 
concerns.  So I kissed her again.  It didn't matter; if 
they had seen it, it was done.

"Would you like to sit on my face?" I asked.

"The answer to that is always 'Yes' but not always 'Now'. 
If you can get it up again I'd rather have you inside 
me."

I thought given a few minutes longer and a little more 
interaction and I would be more than able to meet her 
needs (unless the others came back in the meantime and, 
who knows, maybe even then.)

I got her to move up slightly so she could dangle her 
breasts in my face.  I grabbed a tit in each hand, which 
probably sounds a lot more violent than it really was, 
and gently kneaded them.  I brushed my thumbs over the 
nipples as my fingers caressed the sides.  Each full tit 
dangled against a cheek and I turned my head to each in 
turn planting a kiss o one nipple and then the other.

I kept my head over one side concentrating on sucking the 
nipple into my mouth and then gently pressing my teeth 
into the tissue buried behind it.  I suckled.

There must be some memory back to infancy because laying 
there with her tit like that was pleasantly satisfying to 
us both.  Unfortunately relaxation was not an outcome I 
was supposed to achieve.

Cilla sat back and put her hands on my chest and started 
playing with my nipples instead.  Any bloke who denies 
getting pleasure from this is lying to you or himself, is 
insecure in his masculinity or is terribly unfortunate.

Men and women have the same wiring diagram - it's the 
accessories (and sometimes the optional extras) that make 
things interesting!

Regardless, I am prepared to say it did feel very nice 
and it was working out as she intended.  I reached up to 
hold her tits again as she put her hand behind her and 
started stroking my straightening cock.

As it firmed up she scooted backwards and began rubbing 
her pussy along it, the slimy friction improving the 
sensations even more.

Cilla could feel my now hard penis pushing against her 
vulva.  As it rubbed against her clit with each thrust of 
her hips she wanted it deep inside her.  She moved 
further forward so the head was against the entrance and 
tilted a little so our organs lined up.  With a push 
against me she was successful and felt her cunt being 
spread as her warm pit descended over my prick.

I loved fucking with Cilla.  Okay, I loved fucking with 
Sonia and I suppose I could have simply left it as "I 
love fucking".  Still it was Cilla I was with and I was 
able to devote my whole attention to her.

With me trapped inside her, Cilla stopped to enjoy the 
feeling of fullness.  She leaned down to kiss me which 
pushed my prick against the back of her warm wet cunt.

"Try to last", she asked.  "I want you in me for a long 
time."

"I'll try", I promised.

She sat up again and leaned back with her hands behind 
her, supporting herself on my legs as she let my prick 
rub against the front of her vagina.

I reached forward with one hand and playfully ran my 
fingers through the patch of red curls suspended over my 
own brown thatch.  I carefully slipped a finger between 
our bodies and let Cilla's movements bring her clit into 
a recurrent contact with my probing digit.

The combined effect of internal and external stimulation 
helped bring her to the crest of orgasm.

Cilla didn't feel the earth move.

It wasn't some overwhelming rapture that left her 
drained.

Instead it was a thrill, an accomplishment, a 
satisfaction.

It was a place to build on, to work towards complete 
fulfilment.  Cilla wanted more!

She had fortunately taken the edge off my desire with her 
ball draining blow job.  "Cock sucker" is often treated 
as a derogatory term; I think instead it merits a place 
of honour in terms of accolades which can be given and I 
would certainly award Cilla one of the biggest trophies 
bearing that title.

Now however she demonstrated another skill.  As she 
momentarily rested and lay back she moved her pelvis back 
and forth without moving the rest of her body.  This gave 
me the stimulation of her cunt walls sliding gently back 
and forth over my cock head while at the same time 
pushing her protruding clit harder against my finger 
where it rested on my pubic bone.

Frankenfurter's "Time Warp" now made more sense.

Cilla felt her own "temperature" rising and wanted to 
cool it down for a while so she stopped her pelvic tilts.  
Instead she concentrated her efforts on another skill I 
had experienced briefly before.

Cilla couldn't explain exactly what she did - how do you 
describe tightening your abdominal muscles, for instance?  
It was merely something you found out you could do and 
repeated the attempt until your brain clicked and then it 
became something you could perform at will.

In this case she clamped down internally.  The muscles in 
her vaginal wall tightened around my invasive prick.  It 
was as though I was being held by a soft hot hand that 
gently squeezed.  Then she started the next part of her 
repertoire.

Imagine the fingers of that hand lifting and falling in 
turn (have you drummed your fingers on a desk?).  The 
muscles started relaxing and contracting in a coordinated 
wave that ran from the base of my prick to the head.  Her 
cunt was literally drawing my cock in deeper (at least 
that is how if felt).

I imagined this was what it would feel like masturbating 
with a milking machine.  (No I don't know what that's 
really like - that's why I said "imagine".)

But mechanical sex couldn't come close to Cilla's 
amoristic abilities.

Cilla felt the rippling effect but it added now 
additional stimulation for her over the fullness she felt 
when she clamped down.

She did however notice the removal of my finger as I laid 
my arms back past my head and tried to thrust deeper into 
her cunt.

"Hmm Glyn seems to like that", she thought.  

I would have thought it was bloody obvious I was enjoying 
everything she was doing.  The crossed eyes and bitten 
bottom lip together with the clenched fists might have 
suggested that I was having to think of sweaty sneakers 
to avoid breaking my earlier promise.

Cilla eased up and I was able to start breathing again.  
She leaned forward and we kissed then I moved my head 
beside hers and nibbled on her neck.

Renate had only made a glancing slur about the bruise I 
had been given on my neck that morning.  Nothing had yet 
been said about the similar one on my thigh.

I nibbled and kissed Cilla's neck which she stretched and 
pressed against my face; knowing how her parents were 
likely to react, even though she was 18, I was careful 
not to inflict a hickey on her smooth skin.

I reached up and ran my fingers through her long hair, 
holding her scalp as we kissed again.  I had calmed down 
and started thrusting gently back into her.  Her squashed 
orbs pressed against my chest and their warmth contrasted 
with the coolness of the puddle of water that had 
collected in the depression of my breastbone.

I took advantage of her prone position to raise one leg.  
With my arms behind her I pushed her off balance as I 
rolled over to pin her under me without my prick escaping 
from her sloppy cunt.

The water splashed away from us as I leaned down to 
passionately kiss my buxom lover.  I took charge now and 
controlled my thrusts in and out of her delicious fuck 
hole.  Cilla lifted her hips and thrust back in 
opposition.  Our tempo's were mismatched at first and 
found us both moving in the same direction from time to 
time, reducing the sensation of prick gliding against 
cunt.  We wordlessly worked it out and began getting the 
full effect of our fucking.

I knelt and drew Cilla's legs up in my arms, her calves 
resting against my shoulders and pulled her tight against 
my groin.  Her hips were now angled upwards and my prick 
was held down away from its natural position when erect - 
pointing skywards.  This added to the friction on the 
front cunt wall and Cilla gasped as the contact with her 
G-spot (something I was not really aware of at the time) 
caused a rush to pass through her.

"Help me here sweetheart", I asked.  I took her hand and 
placed it over her pussy.

She felt around my prick as it pistoned in and out and 
took some of the secretions to spread over the front of 
her slit.

From where I knelt I could look down my lover's body; her 
breasts now laying flatter as gravity pulled them back, 
the nipples erect with passion (and perhaps the cool 
water) in their crinkled surroundings; her stomach taut 
as it too was drawn down; her hand obscuring her pubic 
curls and her fingers resembling another set of pistons 
as they rubbed around and over her protruding clit with 
ever increasing frequency.

I could feel my balls preparing to dump their load and 
increased my efforts.

"Squeeze me, love.  Please grip tight inside."

Cilla let up her rubbing to concentrate on my request.  
It became harder to move.  My thrusts now rubbed the 
nerve endings on my prick with greater intensity and my 
orgasm was suddenly upon me.

I kept thrusting, trying to get deeper until I had to 
just hold myself still, engulfed by Cilla's sopping cunt 
that still clenched me tight.

She resumed rubbing her clit and I realised she was not 
yet satisfied.  I drew back out, fighting the still 
clenching muscles until they suddenly assisted rather 
than inhibited my passage and I was summarily ejected 
from her previously welcoming vagina.

I moved backwards and Cilla's legs lowered as I leaned 
into her pussy.  I had come inside her without protection 
(she was on the pill) and wasn't really sure I wanted o 
eat her now but I was willing to give it a try.  She had 
given me so much pleasure and I wanted to return what I 
could.

My semen was seeping out with the remaining juices that 
had kept Cilla's hot twat well lubricated.  This flow was 
travelling over the small area between cunt and ass and 
trickled past her puckered asshole to mix with the spring 
water we were laying in.  I splashed some water over the 
area to wash it.

I was mainly concentrating on her small erect clit.  I 
put my mouth over her fingers where she continued to jill 
herself and ran my tongue between them.  It lifted over 
the bump that resembled a small penis itself, about the 
width of my small finger and not quite half as long.

Cilla shuddered a little at my contact and withdrew her 
hand, placing it instead on the wet hair on the back of 
my head.

I wrapped my lips around her clit and started giving it a 
blow job of my own.  As I licked from Cilla's hole and up 
around that little lump I thought I could detect a little 
spermy taste but Cilla's juices were washing my residue 
down her ass so there was really very little for me to 
taste.

I ignored it as much as possible, though I am included to 
agree with Sonia's point of view of it being a necessary 
evil rather than Cilla's of an acceptable snack.

Instead I seized her clit again with my teeth behind my 
lips, gently squeezing the sensitive organ and tickling 
its tip with my tongue.  Repeatedly increasing and 
relaxing the suction, I made it bob in and back out.

This must have been effective as Cilla violently pushed 
my forehead back with both palms and then clamped my head 
between her thighs as she shuddered again.

When she let me, I laid my cheek on those beautiful red 
curls of hers and hugged her to me.  She pulled gently on 
the side of my head and I moved up to lay beside her.

"That was good, incredible even."  Cilla hugged me and I 
used her breast as a soft cushion.

"I'm glad you liked it.  You know, you were pretty 
special yourself.  Were you brought up by a guru or 
something?  Your muscle control is unbelievable."

"It's just something I found I could do one day.  I'm 
glad it came in useful."

"If you can teach it to others you could make a fortune."

We lay there for a little while longer and then I finally 
bothered asking where the others were.

"I don't know", said Cilla.  "They were gone when I woke 
up."

"Maybe Renate's crocagator got them?"

"If it did it ate our clothes too."

I looked up where our clothes had been; only two pairs of 
sandals remained.

"A very selective appetite.  Come on, we had better find 
them then."

I led Cilla back in the deeper water and we washed off 
the signs of our recent activity.  She ducked her head in 
the water to rinse the sand out and flung it in a wide 
arc.  The water streamed from the long tresses and the 
sunlight caught the copper sheen.

I held her in my arms and kissed her, her soft breasts 
again cushioned against my chest.  Life was good.

"Come on Love.  If we don't go now you're likely to start 
things all over again."

"We can't have that then.  We're here for four days and I 
don't want you worn out on the first afternoon."

We waded out to our sandals and "got dressed".  It felt a 
little strange walking through the bush with no clothes 
on.

We had gone a little way back to camp when I felt the 
effect of the drinks I had had throughout the day.  I 
hadn't peed since 4 am and now my erection had subsided 
my bladder was expressing an urgency that couldn't be 
ignored.  I could have made it back to camp but I would 
have been uncomfortable all the way.

With adequate foliage around there didn't seem any reason 
to wait.

"Can you excuse me for a second.  If you keep walking 
I'll catch up."

"What's up?"

"I just need a pee.  I'll only be a second."

Cilla then stunned me.

"Can I watch?"

It turned out it wasn't sexual merely curiosity.  Now 
I'll admit to being a little curious about what females 
do myself but I don't think I could ever bring myself to 
ask.

I was a little embarrassed.  Even when sharing a urinal 
it sometimes took me a little while to relax enough to 
go.  I wasn't going to say "No"; I just wasn't sure I was 
able to say "Yes".

I took her hand and stepped just off the clearing we had 
been using for a track.  I had intended to go a bitt 
deeper for additional privacy but that seemed pointless 
now.  I was simply trying to keep the pathway clean.

And so I stood there with Cilla by my side holding the 
hand I wasn't using to point Percy away from my feet.

And stood.  And waited.  And stood.  Until my bladder 
finally over-rode my brain and the stream of piss finally 
splashed into the bushes.

Cilla watched with interest.

"I've had to help with my little brothers but that was 
years ago and their little things were nothing like your 
beauty."

It wasn't something I was particularly comfortable with.  
There was no shame in it.  It was just something that had 
been in the "personal" category.  If you had to go in 
public you ignored the men lined up next to you.

I wondered if it was easier for women - they always seem 
to make going to the "powder room" a social occasion.

I shook the last drops off.

"So that's what you do."

"Why?  What do girls do?"  My curiosity got the better of 
me.

"A dab of toilet paper is the usual way."

I supposed it was a silly question.  It's a bit hard to 
shake when you're sitting down.

I turned to go but Cilla's hand in mine stopped me.

"Sorry.  I can't wait until we're back at camp either."

I looked around.  There was nothing suitable for her to 
sit on.  Perhaps she could squat.  I was really wishing I 
had waited.

To my surprise (again!), Cilla merely shifted one foot 
sideways and spread her lips with her fingers.

Her piss arced cleanly from between them accurately 
striking the wet leaves that had been my target.  It was 
interesting to watch and mildly erotic.  Seeing a woman 
stand to piss was an unusual experience.

Being naked I suppose she had no worries about getting 
her clothes wet but it was something I had never even 
thought of before.

One doesn't think of pissing with your partner as a 
relationship-building exercise but when you think about 
it, it's one more area of privacy broken down.

I wouldn't be rushing out to repeat the exercise but now 
I knew I could go in front of Cilla if I had to.  Sonia? 
Who knows - probably.

I looked at her fingers when she finished.  Dry!  What a 
multi-talented young lady.

We continued down the path and I slipped my arm around 
her bare waist.  Her hand in turn rested on my hip and 
together we entered our campsite where the others were 
sitting around talking.

They looked up as they noticed our approach.

"Looks like your slipping", Renate commented to Sonia.

"We'll see", was her only reply.



