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Saturday, July 31, 2004

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This is my story, so don't pretend it's not. Ask for permission if you
want to post it somewhere else, please.

Story contains: Violence; non-consensual / reluctance; f/f (lesbianism);
femsub/femdom; humiliation

----

To whoever might read this...

I'd always hated her. I'd been waiting for this chance, a real fight. A
deathmatch. I wanted to snap her neck, to put it bluntly, and watch her
eyes dim. The fight had gone as planned--She'd been trained to a fine
point, and I could almost see Death himself creeping up on her. I could
see his scythe swinging, gashing through that slutty little white cotton
blouse she wore. I'm surprised I'd managed to go this long without
vomiting, every kick she threw gave me a long look at her panty-clad
crotch.

Her pretty little face mocked me, her young, firm figure only served to
stir my hatred. "I'm still solid!" I thought to myself in an attempt to
console my jealousy, but I had to resort to utilizing the envy. It boiled
and boiled until I snapped and... I almost regret it... I felt the need
to make her last moments of life as horrible as... as she deserved it!

Opportunity opened its glorious doors, and I drove my palm into her
stomach. She doubled over in pain, and in that split second unreaction, I
dashed behind her and rammed my shoulders into her lower back. She howled
when she suddenly stumbled forward, and I finished the sequence with two
palms aimed directly beneath her shoulder blades. A raspy inhalation was
my signal as she dropped to her knees and slid forward to lay face down.

Keeping suit, I placed the heel of my thick workboot onto the battered
area of her back and let the weight of my leg rest on her. She pushed up,
and tried the old 'roll over and grab the foot' technique she probably
learned from her brother. The idiot was met with a heel to her chest,
landing between her breasts to slightly crack her sternum... I was going
easy, if she died now I wouldn't get to judge her properly.

I stood back with a sneer and watched her stumble to her feet like a
newborn calf. Obviously having lost herself in the pain, she threw a
double-fisted punch to try to catch my stomach and liver. The weakness
caused by her pain left me to easily grab a hold of her wrists and lift the
shorter girl up into the air buy her arms. I spit in her face...
Something I wouldn't have done to any other enemy. She gave me puppy-dog
eyes, and whimpered like the cowering moron she was. I held her like that
for a moment, and uttered a slight 'heh heh' when my saliva dripped onto
her lips and she twitched, reflexively licking at it and cringing
immediately.

This little cat-and-mouse game had stirred in me a transcendant emotion.
An emotion so powerful, it can only be described as a combination of all
similar emotions: Hatred, jealosy, lust, and that wicked feeling you get
when you see the fear in the eyes of a foe who's on the butt-end of a
backbreaker. That is what I could see in her now. I wanted to see more...
I wanted to see sheer horror, unequivocal pain...

I let go of her, and she dropped. Before she landed on the ground,
though, my knee came up. I'm famous in the fighting world for my knees...
I've collapsed entire ripcages. People describe seeing someone hit with my
knee as an atrocity, something that no human should ever lay eyes on. This
knee landed directly between her legs, her little skirt flaring up and a
hoarse gasp catching her lungs.

She'd wrapped her legs around my thigh reflexively, and began to cough
while hanging in midair, suspended by my knee in the air. I remained with
that one leg off of the ground as she leaned forward, her forehead on my
shoulder as she tried to push up and off my leg, hindered by her wracking
coughs and sobs. I could smell sweat and some cosmetics in her hair, and
it only served to press my berserking forward.

I grabbed her head and tilted it back, and spit directly on her mouth.
In her hysteria, she swallowed my saliva and choked a little when the
thought got to her. With a domineering smirk, I gave her an ominous,
although rhetorical, question, "Can you take five more hits, slut?" I could
hear a laughing in the back of my mind, a laughing that answered my
question. No.

Taking hold of her shoulders, I dropped down onto one knee while
pressing her down with all of my might. Knee cracked against cunt once
again, and once again she turned into a quivering mass of... there are no
words to describe how disgusting she is. Her response was odd, this time,
she simply went limp while still held upright, now hanging with her feet
draped on the floor. I grinned... I'd seen this before, and I've heard
first-hand accounts of the raw pain that it can cause.

To put it simply, she pissed. She pissed in her little-girl panties,
and all over my knee. In retrospect, I find it important to note that the
pissing isn't what made me feel how I felt... it was knowing how it made
her feel. How did it make me feel? Nearly orgasmic. I showed only a tiny
fraction of my anger when I yelled, "You filthy SLUT!" and grabbed her
hair, flinging her face down on the ground.

As she feebly tried to stand, her ass swayed in the air, her skirt
fallen forward and her pissy panties displayed for my sadistic pleasure. I
lifted a boot and let it sit on her ass, keeping her from standing at all,
and asked, "Looks to me like the little slut's horny, panties all wet and
her ass in the air. Hm?" She shook her head no, desperately, while trying
to crawl away from my boot. I shoved her forward a little and kneeled
behind her. I pulled her panties to the side and shoved two fingers into
her tight cunt... Tight? Yes, it surprised me, a slut like this still
tight...

Before that fully registered, though, I'd noticed that she really was
wet... it made me angry. Very angry. I tried to reason with myself,
thinking it was a side effect of the brutalization I gave her privates.
Finally agreeing with that consolation, I took a hold of one of the
nunchaku strapped to her shins and brought a single stick up, quickly
replacing my fingers with the longer, and definitely thicker, tool. She
sobbed, crying for me to stop like a little pansy.

I untied her ranking belt from her waist and used it to tie her wrists
behind her back. I tied them tight... tight enough to strain her
shoulders and force her to press her breasts against the floor... though,
they were protected by her cotton blouse. I followed the binding by taking
her second set of nunchaku and, using my other hand to pry open her
womanhood, pushed one stick in next to the first. Her? She howled, quite
frankly, the pain making her writhe and twist in front of me, her sex
squeezing to get the two cylinders of wood out of her--To no avail.

Pondering her ass, and the two sticks dangling by chains from her
stretched (and throbbing) cunt, I came to a quick decision. Losing all
sense of compassion for her immediately on the act, I pulled her panties
further aside to reveal the entrance to her anus... it looked virginal, if
my memory serves, but that didn't become apparent to me until much later.
As you can guess, I harshly pressed both of the nunchaku flails into her
asshole, and subsequently revelled in the tears it brought to her eyes. I
replaced her panties over the two instruments and patted her bottom, before
standing up.

A few steps and I was in front of her. She looked up at me with the
most pitiful, pleading eyes I've ever seen... and I've seen a lot. I
couldn't stand the sight, and set my heavy boot on the side of her head,
pressing it against the floor. I began giving her a lecture on modesty...
and telling her that this was punishment for mixing her sluttish desires
with the purest of arts. My lecture, though, didn't seem to teach much, as
the little whore turned her head at an awkward angle and kissed the sole of
my boot, muttering something in agreement.

She seemed more moronic and laschivious than ever, and it served my evil
well. I lifted my boot enough for her to move her head a bit, and ordered
her to clean it for me. Her little red tongue slithered around the heel, a
look of grace covering her features. I can't believe she could enjoy
something like that... but as she throughly cleaned every tread of my boot
from heel to toe, I began to.

Setting my boot back to the floor, I told her to stand. After nearly a
half minute of struggling through her various obstacles... The pain, the
lack of hands to use, and the hardwood nunchaku stretching her most
delicate holes... She finally managed to stand. I spit on her face...
again, and again, and again... until her entire face was covered in my
saliva. Her face was more a picture of wonder than anything else, and I do
believe she had something to fear...

I grabbed a hold of her ankles with both hands and gave a sharp shoulder
to her ribs, knocking her back... onto her ass. The twin nunchakus drove
deeper, instantly, and she screamed. The scream was deafening, piercing,
and most of all, irritating. Fed up with the noise, I stuffed three
fingers into her mouth far enough to make her gag. As any true whore
would, she began to lecherously suck on my fingers, pretending they were
something phallic I suppose, and I tormented her by thrusting them quickly
against the back of her throat until she coughed. The shock of her cough
was emphasized by a devious slap across her face...

"So you like to suck things, cunt?" I asked, another rhetorical
question, as I reached into her panties and gave a tug on one set of
nunchaku, managing to pull it out after a particularly harsh pull. I
brought one flail up, and held the nectar-soaked end up between our faces.
She leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the tip, and sucked
downward, tasting herself... most likely not the first time. I scowled at
her pitiful attempt to appease me and lift the nunchaku's axis, aiming it
down at her throat.

Ah, glee. Glee is what I felt when she fearfully shook her head 'no.'
It's too bad I not only didn't feel compassion for her... but seeing her
in pain made me feel GOOD. Pain reflected in her eyes, and I could almost
feel it myself from the squeals as I forced the thick wood down her throat.
After a satisfactory amount of her feminine juices had soaked from the wood
into her mouth and throat, I drew it out... only slow enough to keep her
alive. She coughed blood onto my robe and fell forward, face first on my
lap as I sat on my knees in front of her.

I stroked the back of her head, then grabbed her ponytail and yanked
up... hard enough to reveal her face to me, and I showed her the other
half of the nunchaku... the half that had been up her ass. I laughed at
the fearful look in her eyes, but I thought that a like that would
serve to disgust me as much as her... so I passed, and tossed her prized
weapon into the corner.

"Do you like to orgasm, cunt?" She nodded yes. "Would you like to
orgasm now, cunt?" She nodded yes. "Then go ahead... but I'm not going to
help. Instead, I think I'll... Oh, I think I'll give you those four hits
I owe you." My nonchalant attitude made her quiver like the wire of a
violin. I stood up, leaving her kneeling in front of me. I gave her a few
commands... and stood to the side to watch her. My theory was that
forcing her to humiliate herself was in itself a form of ... and it
had the same effects on me as before.

She dragged her tongue across the floor, cleaning the grit as per my
order. After each lap at the wooden boards, she gave them a kiss. I could
see humiliation just like this worked perfectly on her, and nectar gushed
into her panties. During her orgasm, I gave her a swift kick to the
abdomen. A heel to her hips... A downward punch the her shoudler blades,
between her bound arms... and a snapkick, landing straight on her perinium
and tossing her forward across the floor. She wiggled, writhed, sobbed,
and tongued the floor all at once.

I was surpised by the immense puddle growing beneath her, every bit of
pent-up juice inside of her emptying onto the floor. After the mental fog
in the air had cleared, and noticed a tingling... I pressed my palm
against the front of my robe, and I could tell... I'd had an orgasm, but I
didn't remember it. I ordered the snivelling nothing on the floor to clean
the entire ring floor.

When I returned from my little walk, I came to meet my arm-tied
adversary still busy at her work. A sticky film covered her lips and chin,
proof she'd cleaned up the mess she'd made... but I walked in in the midst
of another orgasm. The nunchaku inside of her and the humiliating scenery
probably triggered many orgasms in the many hours I'd been gone.

Her tongue was raw, enough to make her cry and sob each time she took a
lap at the floor... but it continued to arouse her.

I will end this story here, and leave you with a bit of wisdom. Battle
is about power, and the most true form of power is will. Will does not
manifest itself in murder, in pride, or in honour. Will manifests itself
in domination of mind, and body. This is the true power of my martial art.

- Anonymous Xun Hui Quan adept.



The darkest thing to ever be birthed in my mind. For the
curious: Xun Hui Quan is a self-invented martial art I practice, and a
philosophy written by a female 'student' of mine inspired the story, and is
shown in the 'bit of wisdom' at the end.

If you want to request a story, or if you want to request a story for my
sake (I really need the practice, and your ideas might help me overcome my
intense disability to think for myself) please e-mail me at Haelodesangre
at hotmail dot com. I'm sorry it wasn't smut!

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Thursday, July 29, 2004

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Tuesday, July 27, 2004

Teen Porn Film Sex story

Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
Part: Chapter 22
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: mf, mff, teen, oral
Revision: 1.1
Web Site: /~scipio/
Site: ://./pub/Authors/scipio/SummerCamp2
Discussion Forum: groups./group/ScipioForum/


STANDARD DISCLAIMER

This piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. It
contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you
are offended by sexually explicit content or language, please DO
NOT read any further.

All characters in this story are fictitious; any similarity to
any persons, places, individuals or situations is purely
coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse
any of the activities described in this story.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without
the written permission of the author, Nick Scipio
(nickscipio). This story may be freely distributed
with this disclaimer attached.

2003-2004 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved.



Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

The next morning, I had to drag myself out of bed. I wanted to
sleep late, but I was awake and my body seemed determined to stay
that way. So I did my morning workout with less enthusiasm than
normal. Friday workouts aren't my favorite anyway: abs, sides,
and legs. After several sets of ab crunches and sit-ups with
weights on my chest, I always felt like puking.

When I finished my last sit-up, I collapsed and closed my eyes,
my chest heaving. I could already feel the burn in my stomach
muscles, and the last thing I wanted to do was jump rope. As I
stared up at the early morning sky, I let my mind wander and
slowly worked up the energy to stand. At least jumping rope would
be mindless, and I could think about the events of the past week.

Things with Gina seemed to be moving at a breakneck pace. And
then it hit me--in little more than a week, she and her family
would be leaving! I didn't even want to think about being apart
for a year, but I knew I'd have to. And I knew that Gina and I
would have to talk about it.

Twenty minutes of jumping rope seemed to pass in the blink of an
eye. By the time I coiled my rope, the sun had risen above the
ridge behind me, painting the sky with shades of pink and red. I
still wanted some time to think, and since no one seemed to be
awake yet, I decided to go for a run. I still didn't like
running, but I was beginning to see the appeal of the solitude.
As I headed down the sandy road toward the gate, I once again let
my mind wander.

Unfortunately, I didn't really get anything worked out. I thought
about a lot, but came to no definite conclusions. The one good
thing I did come up with: my father worked for a major airline!
As long as I flew stand-by, I could travel almost anywhere I
wanted to, with my parents' permission, of course. And I could do
it for free! If there were no direct Atlanta to Charleston
routes, I could fly using inter-airline discounts. I'd have to
pay for the tickets, but the discount was substantial.

When I got back to the camp proper, I figured I had run at least
three miles. My stomach was doing flip-flops and my calves felt
like molten lead, but I had the feeling of euphoria that comes
from a good, hard workout. I jogged around the corner of my cabin
and laced my fingers behind my head, breathing hard.

"Good morning," Gina said sweetly. She and Mom had been talking
on the porch.

"Morning," I said.

"Do you want me to fix you breakfast?" they asked simultaneously.
Then they looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"Yes, please," I said. "I'm gonna shower first, though."

"Okay," Gina said, bounding down the stairs.

I grinned at her, watching her breasts gently bounce as she
moved.

She gave me a kiss and handed me a towel.

"Erin," Mom said through the screen door, "breakfast in thirty
minutes." Erin answered her and then Mom turned to Gina. "Gina,
why don't you run up and tell your family we'll have breakfast
together. Then you and I can cook for all of us. How's that
sound?"

Gina practically beamed at me. "Sounds great," she said.

-----

At breakfast, I think I single-handedly ate enough for three or
four people. Gina's mom even teased me about how their grocery
budget would double if they had any sons. Mom merely grinned and
agreed with her. I was still hungry, so I got up to fix a bowl of
cereal. While I was eating it, Mom and Elizabeth talked about a
joint trip to the grocery store. By the time I finished my
second bowl of cereal, all the women were staring at me with
ill-concealed mirth. I wasn't being crass or anything, so I think
they were just amazed. I shrugged unrepentantly. I was hungry, so
I ate.

After breakfast, Kendall and Drew came into the clubhouse with
their parents. Kendall immediately joined Gina and me, while Drew
sought out Jill and Trish. Erin and Leah affected not to notice,
which made us grin. Believe it or not, I was still a little
hungry, and when I mentioned it to Gina, she playfully rolled her
eyes at me. Nevertheless, she grabbed a couple of oranges.

Then Gina, Kendall, and I headed down to the lake. We walked
around to the shallow end and spread our towels on the grass.
Gina handed me an orange and then offered Kendall the other one,
which she politely declined. Unfortunately, we were all a little
nervous around each other. Well, I wasn't really nervous, but I
could tell that they were. I wanted to do something to lighten
the mood, and had a minor brainstorm.

"Gina?" I asked.

"Hmm?"

I pointed to the orange still in her hands. "Would you peel that
for me?" I hadn't realized it at the time, but when Gina had fed
me oranges in the past, it was always a very intimate experience.
I wanted to include Kendall in that intimacy, and I wanted to do
it with Gina's cooperation. It was a small step, but an important
one.

Gina looked at me suddenly and then focused upon the orange she
still held. Finally, she nodded distractedly, glancing at
Kendall.

"Will you peel one too?" I asked Kendall, handing her the other
orange.

She, in turn, glanced furtively at Gina.

While they were distracted with the oranges, I moved to sit
between them, stretching my legs out before me and propping
myself up with my arms.

"Do you want us to feed you too, Your Highness?" Gina asked, with
an edge to her voice.

"Why yes," I said, with a haughty air. "That would be splendid."
Unfortunately, I couldn't say it with a straight face. When I
laughed, the girls nervously joined in.

Gina was the first to bring an orange slice to my lips. Instead
of merely letting her pop it into my mouth, I quickly captured
her fingertips as well. I moved the orange slice to the side of
my mouth and sensuously sucked her finger, gazing into her eyes
as I did.

"Oh," she breathed. "No fair."

Then I released her finger and chewed the orange with a smug
smile.

When I looked at Kendall, she was watching with wide-eyed
disbelief. She stared at me for a moment before she realized I
was ready for the next slice. She actually blushed as she looked
down and pulled one free. She brought it to my lips and I
captured her fingers as well. I sucked the juice from her
fingertips and then smiled suggestively as I chewed the orange.

"My turn," Gina said, bringing another slice to my mouth.

I scooted back a bit--so I could sit up and cross my legs--and
put a hand on each girl's thigh. I wanted them to see that I was
touching the other, but also that I wasn't playing any favorites.
I don't know why, but it seemed like the thing to do. They
continued feeding me orange sections, while I continued licking
and sucking their fingers after each one. As I did so, my dick
twitched a few times and began to stiffen, a fact that both girls
noticed.

I know Gina wanted to see me with Kendall, and I know Kendall
thought she understood what it would be like to share me, but I
don't think either of them understood the reality of our evolving
relationship. For that matter, I don't think I did either, at
least not completely. But I also thought I had a much better
grasp on things than they did. So I started slowly. If they could
both feed me orange slices--an intimate but non-sexual act--then
we could probably take things further.

What surprised me most was that I thought of all this on the fly.
I hadn't rehearsed any of it, I just did it. And it seemed to be
working. A lot of the nervousness and tension was gone, replaced
by giggles and shared grins. By the time we finished the oranges,
I was no longer hungry. In addition, Gina and Kendall could
easily tell that I was aroused. Judging by their breathing and
erect nipples, they were too.

I wanted to take things further, but that's when we saw the first
flash of lightning. Several seconds later, the thunder rolled
over us. I looked up and realized that the sky had darkened.
Worse, it was growing darker still. So we picked up our towels
and began walking toward the clubhouse. At the top of the hill,
we met Manfred and Jenny. I noticed that Jenny was no longer
wearing her bikini bottoms, and Manfred seemed unusually relaxed.
Gina, Kendall, and I shared a private smile.

"Hey, dude," he said to me. "Hi Gina. Hi Kendall." Then he put
his arm around Jenny.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi," we all replied in unison.

"We were gonna go dodge the storm on Jenny's front porch. Y'all
wanna come?"

Before the girls could answer, I said, "No thanks, Stick. I think
we were gonna hang out in the clubhouse for a while."

"Suit yourself," he said. "Bye."

"Bye," Jenny said over her shoulder as they walked off.

"Oh we were, were we?" Gina asked.

"Sure," I said. "It'll give us time to talk. Just the three of
us."

"Oh."

Kendall just grinned.

-----

The buildup to the storm was impressive. For forty-five minutes,
it simply got darker, windier, and louder. Heat lightning
flashed, and thunder cascaded over us as the storm drew closer. I
counted the seconds between seeing the lightning and hearing the
thunder--a trick my dad had taught me--and figured that the
leading edge of the storm was still fifteen or twenty minutes
away.

Kara told us that our moms had gone up to the Coulter cabin a
little while earlier. Erin and Leah were going to go to the store
with them, but they were going to wait until the worst of the
storm had passed. Then Kara and Gina shared a couple of
meaningful looks before Kara gathered her book and towel and
headed up the hill.

"What was that about?" Kendall asked, finally working up the
courage to broach the subject.

"What?" Gina asked, as innocently as she could.

"That. You and Kara."

"What about Kara?" Gina asked.

Before Kendall could ask again, I cut in. "Kara was just making
sure everything was okay," I said reasonably.

Two heads swiveled my direction.

"Okay?" Kendall asked anxiously.

I nodded. "With the three of us."

"She doesn't know, does she?" Kendall asked in a hushed voice.
"What if she knows? Will she--"

"Relax," I said. "She knows."

Kendall's jaw dropped open. "She won't tell, will she?" she
asked, her voice rising a decibel or two. "You don't think she'd
tell your parents, do you?"

"Tell them what?" Gina asked, genuinely perplexed.

"About... you know... us," Kendall hissed.

When Gina burst out laughing, Kendall's confusion only deepened.

I leaned forward. "Her parents...," I said, looking at Gina for
confirmation. When she nodded, I continued, "...already know."

"Mom does," Gina said.

Kendall stared at us, agog.

"My mom knows too," I said gently.

Kendall swallowed hard. "We're not gonna get in trouble, are we?"
she asked hastily. "I mean, we haven't even done anything yet."
Then she turned to me. "They won't ground you, will they?
Please tell me they won't tell my parents. Oh, my goodness!"

"Wait," I said, raising my voice a little. "Calm down."

Gina became subdued when she realized Kendall was serious, and
seriously upset.

"No, they won't tell your parents," I said.

"How do your moms even know?" Kendall asked.

"That," I said, "is another long story. But you remember what I
told you last night?" I looked around to make sure no one was
within hearing distance. "About how our parents are swingers?"

She nodded.

"They understand about our relationship," I said, indicating the
three of us with a gesture. "My mom figured it out last night,
when I told her I spent the evening talking to you."

"She knows about last night?" Kendall blurted, louder than she'd
intended.

"Not the details," I said quickly. "But she can probably figure
it out. She's pretty smart."

"And you're not in trouble or anything?"

I shook my head. "Remember? They understand."

Kendall looked to Gina for support. She found it, but not the
kind she'd been expecting.

"And I talked to my mom about it, too," Gina said softly. "I... I
was worried about losing Paul to you."

"You were?"

Gina nodded. "Mmm hmm. I didn't want to admit it to myself, but I
could see how much he loves you. And I was worried." It was easy
to see what kind of effort it took for her to admit that. "Paul
and I talked about it a lot," she continued, "and I talked to my
mom too. She told me to trust Paul, which I do. I trust him not
to hurt me. Not intentionally, at least. And I trust him not to
hurt you, either." She sighed ruefully. "If I hadn't listened to
Paul, I probably would've really hurt your feelings."

Kendall looked at me, her jaw working soundlessly.

"Maybe, maybe not," I said. "But our parents know what's going on
between the three of us."

"And you're not in trouble?" Kendall asked incredulously.

"Why would we be?" I asked rhetorically. "We're not hurting
anyone, we're being careful and discreet, and we treat each other
with respect."

"Do you think they'll tell my parents?" she asked nervously.

I looked at Gina, who shrugged. "I don't think so," I said.

Kendall visibly relaxed.

"They wouldn't do anything to get you in trouble," I said. "Our
parents are really cool."

"No kidding. I can't believe you all even talk to them about
stuff like this."

I shrugged. "Like I said, our parents are really cool."

"My parents sure aren't," she said sourly. "If my mom even
thought I was doing... what we're talking about," she said
deliberately, "she'd ground me until I'm thirty."

"Come on, it can't be that bad," I chided her gently.

"You don't know my mom," she said. "And my dad is the epitome of
'protective father.'"

"Well," I said, "as long as we're careful, I don't think they'll
figure anything out."

"I hope not. My mother would hit the roof if she thought I was
fooling around."

Gina and I smiled at each other. More and more, I was glad I had
the parents I did. She was probably thinking the same thing.

"The more I learn about you two," Kendall said, "the more I'm
amazed."

I looked at her earnestly. "Do you like what you're learning?"

She paused to consider it for a moment and then nodded. "I think
so. It's not what I expected, either. I thought you were just a
regular guy."

"I am a regular guy," I protested mildly.

"Not hardly," she snorted. "I don't know any regular guys who
have two girlfriends."

I quickly looked at Gina to gauge her reaction.

She smiled with equanimity and then leaned toward Kendall. "I
don't think many guys could even handle girls like us," she
said with a grin.

As the two of them laughed, the squall line broke over the
clubhouse and the roar of the rain filled the air around us.

When it rains, it pours, I thought with a silent chuckle.

-----

We sat around and just talked for a while, getting comfortable
together. Gina was still a little unsure of herself, but she took
her cues from me. Kendall was amazed, insecure, enthusiastic, or
curious, each by turns. Despite the fact that there were a lot of
people in the clubhouse, the tattoo of the rain beating down upon
the roof ensured we wouldn't be overheard.

I think Kendall was still a little shocked that Gina would want
to share me. What Kendall didn't yet realize was that Gina also
wanted me to share her. Well, perhaps it was a bit more
complicated than that, I privately admitted. But it was fun
watching the two of them work toward understanding our developing
relationship. In the process, I learned a lot about their
reactions and insecurities, simply by keeping my mouth shut and
paying attention.

It was interesting to watch Kendall, now that she knew Gina was
interested in girls too. The previous night, Gina had been
disappointed to learn that Kendall wasn't exactly enthusiastic
about sex with another girl, but she also pointed out that
Kendall hadn't closed the door completely, either. She certainly
wasn't shocked by it, but judging by her body language, she
wasn't exactly encouraging Gina.

In the end, however, we were all good friends. That would be
the core of any relationship we'd have, sexual or otherwise. I
was also a little amazed that I could sit back and analyze things
as dispassionately as I was. The previous year, even the previous
month, I probably would've worked myself into apoplexy trying to
think of all the "what if?" scenarios that could occur. Now, I
sat back and enjoyed the conversation. Oh, I still analyzed
things and tried to pay attention to what the girls weren't
saying, as much as to what they were saying, but I didn't get
worked up about it.

Is this what maturity is like? I wondered. No, I thought
wryly, this is what self-confidence is like. And maybe a little
bit of maturity.

"Hey," I said at a lull in the conversation, "why don't we get
out of here." I gestured at the growing crowd of people. It was
lunchtime, and families were coming down to eat. "Let's eat some
sandwiches real quick, grab Scrabble, then go hang out in my
family's cabin. Mom and Erin have gone to the store and my dad's
on a trip, so we'll have the place to ourselves."

We all looked at each other, eagerness plainly written across our
faces.

"Sure," Gina said brightly.

"That'd be great," Kendall added.

"I'll get the game and wrap it in a towel while you all fix
sandwiches," I said.

When we were finished eating lunch, we quickly cleaned up and
headed toward the clubhouse door. It was still raining, but the
rain had turned from a torrential downpour to a steady, drenching
shower. We'd get wet on the way to my cabin, but at least we'd
have some privacy once we got there.

"Lemme run by the Winnie and tell my mom where I'll be," Kendall
said as we approached the screen door.

I nodded. "Gina and I'll run up to the cabin. We'll have a dry
towel waiting for you."

We all grinned at each other and then opened the door. It was
raining hard enough that it wasn't even worth running. Soon
enough, Kendall waved to us and veered toward her camper. For
some crazy reason, Gina and I sprinted the last hundred yards to
our cabin. I could've easily outpaced her, but I held back and
ran next to her. Finally, we bounded up the cabin stairs, a
little winded and grinning like idiots. The towel protecting the
Scrabble box was nearly drenched, so I quickly removed it and
hung it over one of the rocking chairs.

Once inside, Gina fetched us two dry towels from the bathroom.
The first thing I did was dry the Scrabble box. Then I dried
myself. A few minutes later, Kendall trudged up the stairs
looking like a drowned rat. She was a very buxom rat, but a
drowned rat nevertheless.

"I don't wanna drip on the cabin floor," she said through the
screen door. "Can you just throw me a towel?"

"Nonsense," Gina said. "We dripped on the floor. Come on in." She
turned to fetch another towel as Kendall came inside.

I enjoyed watching Kendall dry off, noticing that she had to lift
her breasts to dry underneath them. She blushed self-consciously
when she saw me looking. I smiled to reassure her, and she
grinned shyly in return.

"Let's get some fresh towels to sit on," Gina said. "Where does
your mom keep them?"

I pointed to the bottom drawer of the large dresser.

"I'm going to have to help her do laundry," Gina said, "with all
the towels we're going through."

I hung up my damp towel while Gina grabbed fresh ones. The girls
both kept their first towels, to dry their hair with.

"Does Erin have a comb we can borrow?" Gina asked. "I don't want
tangles in my hair."

"Sure," I said, striding toward the bathroom. I handed Erin's
large-handled comb to Gina.

She dried her hair some more, hung her damp towel in the
bathroom, then began combing out her ebony hair. When she was
done, she passed the comb to Kendall, who repeated Gina's ritual,
almost motion for motion. With their hair finally dressed, but
still wet, we spread our clean towels and sat. Gina and I sat
together on the couch, while Kendall moved toward one of the easy
chairs.

"Hold on a second," Gina said suddenly. "Swap with me, Kendall."

Kendall looked up, perplexed. "Huh?"

"I get to sit next to him all the time. You sit over here on the
couch, and I'll sit on the chair."

"No, you sit next to him," Kendall said.

They went back and forth a few times, each girl trying to get the
other to sit next to me.

Finally, I threw up my hands in mock frustration. "I'll sit on
the chair," I said.

They looked a little chagrinned.

"Well," Gina said thoughtfully, "that way, we'll both get to
look at you."

"Yeah," Kendall quickly agreed.

With the seating arrangements finally taken care of, we set up
the board, drew our letters, and began to play. In the middle of
the game, wonder of wonders, I was actually winning. I'd managed
to put the J in "enjoy" on a triple-letter score and turn
"oust" into "joust." So I'd gotten 48 points just from the
letter J. Needless to say, I was pretty excited about that. On
the strength of the lead provided by my "enjoy/joust" score, I
managed to win the game.

"Hey," I said suddenly. "Why don't we play dirty Scrabble."

The girls looked at me, puzzled.

"You know," I said, "something like double points for any dirty
word."

"Yeah!" Gina said quickly.

"What counts as a dirty word?" Kendall asked.

"Anything you wouldn't say in front of your grandmother."

"Okay," she said, blushing.

We mixed the letters in the box top and chose one to see who
played first (whoever drew the letter closest to A went first).
We all drew six more letters and then Kendall played first.
Thinking about the two beautiful girls while trying to come up
with dirty words was more than enough to make my penis begin to
stiffen. Instead of trying to prevent the reaction, I let nature
take its course. By the time we'd each played two words, I was
fully erect. Both girls seemed to be having a difficult time
concentrating on the game. I grinned to myself and studied my own
letters.

Kendall was the first to come up with a dirty word, "suck." It
wasn't really something you wouldn't say in front of your
grandmother, but that wasn't the point. It got us all thinking
about the sexual meanings of the word. And with my hard-on
jutting up from my lap, having the girls think about "suck" as a
dirty word suited me just fine.

Gina's first dirty word was "nipple," although she had to use a
blank tile for the second P. Once again, nipple wasn't something
you'd likely refrain from saying in front of your grandmother,
but we all agreed that it was dirty enough. My turn was next. I
looked at my letters and then scratched my head. What could I do
with a J, W, two Bs, an S, and two Os? Nothing worthwhile, I was
convinced.

I ran through a couple of words in my head, mostly simple ones
like "boobs," "bows," or "jobs." Then I started looking at the
board, to see where I could place my word. A few spots looked
promising, but then the L in "nipple" jumped out at me. I could
do "blows." That would garner decent points, and I might even
convince the girls that it was a dirty word. Then I suddenly
realized what the game's coup de grace would be: "blowjobs." I
frantically looked at my letters, just to make sure I hadn't
gotten mixed up. When I started laying out my tiles, the girls
looked on with growing curiosity.

When I played the final letter, they both giggled. Then they
started adding up the score my word was going to generate. The
first B was on a double word score, and the 8-point J was on a
double letter score. The word alone was worth 29 points, before
the double word score, which made it 58 points. Because it was
undeniably a dirty word, the score doubled again, so I ended up
with 116 points. Kendall reluctantly pointed out that because I'd
used all my tiles in one word, I received an additional 50
points. So the final blockbuster word score was 166 points!

I tried not to celebrate too egregiously, but I couldn't help
myself. I bounced around the room, jumping up and down like some
crazed kangaroo with an erection. Gales of helpless laughter from
the girls accompanied my victory dance, and when I finally
stopped jumping for joy, I realized the hilarity of the
situation. But I was too pumped on adrenaline to completely calm
down. I hadn't won the game yet, but with the kind of commanding
lead I'd just gained, it was all but certain that I would.

"I can't believe I actually won two games in a row," I gushed.

Gina turned to Kendall. "Leave it to Paul to win with a blowjob,"
she said sardonically.

"Not just any blowjob," I countered, my emotions still riding
high. "The word was blowjobs, plural, as in 'more than one
blowjob'."

That brought a fresh round of giggles from the girls.

"I think that might've been one of the best blowjobs I've ever
had," I said, being silly.

"Oh really?" Gina asked, gasping as she laughed.

"The next time he wants a blowjob," Kendall said, finally working
up the courage to join in, "you can just get out the Scrabble
board."

"How would you like it if we did that?" Gina asked me through her
laughter. "Hmm?"

"I wouldn't care. I can live happily with the knowledge that I
beat you both at Scrabble with the king of all blowjobs."

That set them off again, and they rocked against each other,
laughing so hard that I thought they might roll off the couch.
Their laughter was contagious, and I laughed along with them, at
myself as much as anything else. When we finally calmed down a
little, Gina looked at Kendall.

"Why don't we concede this game," she said. "He's going to win it
anyway."

Kendall nodded. "Besides," she said soberly, her eyes locked on
my flagging erection, "I don't know how you can sit there and
play Scrabble with him like... that."

In an instant, the mood in the cabin changed from hilarious to
horny. The change was nearly palpable. I took a deep breath and
wondered if I could smell it too. My dick hardened in
anticipation.

Gina's gaze followed Kendall's and then she smiled as she looked
up at my face. "I see him like that all the time," she said.

"Well, I don't," Kendall said, her eyes never leaving my dick.

"Nice, isn't it?"

Kendall nodded absently.

"Do you want to play another game?" Gina asked.

Kendall turned to look at her blankly. "Huh?"

Gina grinned. "Do you want to play another game?"

"Um... Can we maybe just talk... or something?"

"Or something," Gina replied, glancing at me.

Kendall blushed and laughed a little nervously.

The girls stood, and the three of us quickly cleaned up and
returned the game pieces to the box. As we did, Kendall's eyes
hardly left my erection, a fact which was not lost on Gina. The
whole situation only served to make me harder still, if that was
possible. I tossed the box onto one of the easy chairs and turned
my attention to the girls. They both looked a little nervous,
although they also looked excited. I was pretty sure I knew where
things were headed, but I decided to start slowly.

I moved toward Gina, holding her eyes with my own. Her head
tilted back as I drew near, so I bent to kiss her. My erection
pressed against the smooth skin of her stomach, and she moaned
softly as our kiss intensified. When I pulled back, she smiled at
me and opened her eyes.

"I can leave you two alone," Kendall said tentatively, "if you
want."

"No," I said. "We want you to stay."

Gina nodded when I looked at her for confirmation.

"We don't have to do anything if you don't want to," I said to
Kendall. "The three of us, I mean."

I could clearly see the internal struggle taking place behind her
eyes. Her breathing had quickened and she was a little flushed
with desire, but she also looked nervous.

"Why don't we just sit on the couch and talk for a while," I
suggested.

Gina's unseen hand pressed against the small of my back, quietly
adding her approval.

"Would that be okay?" Kendall asked.

"Mmm hmm."

When Gina stepped back from me, my erection bobbed. Kendall's
eyes were immediately drawn to it, and she smiled hesitantly as
she looked up and met my gaze. Then her eyes flashed to Gina,
looking for any reaction. Gina merely smiled warmly and gestured
toward the couch. I sat in the center and Gina snuggled against
my left side, my arm comfortably around her shoulders.

"That looks nice," Kendall said. "You're a cute couple."

"You and Paul are a cute couple too," Gina said.

Good girl!

Kendall smiled shyly and then eyed the unoccupied easy chair.

"Would you like to sit with Paul?" Gina asked, starting to stand.

"Don't get up," Kendall said quickly. Then a look of
consternation flashed over her expression and she lightly stomped
her foot. "This is all so weird."

I hastily stood and walked toward her. "It is a little weird,"
I said. "For us too. We've just had longer to think about it than
you have." I held my hand out to her.

She hesitantly reached toward me, but then abruptly stopped and
looked at Gina.

When Gina didn't say anything, I stepped forward and took
Kendall's hand. I pulled her toward me, but she resisted at
first. It was only token resistance, however, and she let me pull
her against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, my erection
pressing against her hip. She kept her eyes nervously averted, so
I lifted her chin with one hand. When I leaned in to kiss her,
she responded against me.

"I wish we could be alone," she said softly.

With the sound of the rain, I didn't think Gina could've heard
it. "I know," I said, equally quietly. "But we have to do this
together, the three of us." I kept my voice reasonable, soothing.
"I know it seems weird, but if you and Gina want to share me, we
need to do it this way. Besides, you just kissed me while Gina
was watching."

She licked her lips and nodded.

"She's not upset or anything. Look."

Her eyes flicked to Gina.

My back was to the couch, but judging by Kendall's shy smile,
Gina must have smiled at her. "See?" I asked.

She nodded again. "It's just that I want to... do things... with you.
I want to make you happy."

"You do make me happy. But you're worried about Gina. Right?"

"A little." Then she seemed to compose herself. "And maybe I'm a
little shy."

"That's okay. We can take things slowly."

"I'd... I'd like that. Very much." Then she looked up suddenly.
"Tell me you love me," she said, almost inaudibly.

I looked into her eyes and smiled earnestly. "I love you."

She put her head on my shoulder and I simply held her close.

"Do you want to sit on the couch?" I asked after a few minutes.

She pulled back and nodded.

We walked around the low table and I shoved it out of the way
with my leg. I slowly sat on the couch, pulling Kendall with me.
Then I put my arm around her and smiled. She smiled in return,
and I turned to look at Gina, who grinned at both of us. Gina
tucked her legs under her and turned toward me, her knees
touching my left thigh. Outside, the rain still fell steadily,
soothing us with its rhythm.

"Okay?" I asked Kendall.

She nodded tentatively and smiled again.

I looked fondly at Gina and put my hand on her hip. Then I slid
it down until my palm gently cupped the cheek of her ass. My
erection was already waning, so I decided to lighten the mood by
talking about something, anything not having to do with sex.

"You're going to college in the fall," I asked Kendall, "right?"

She looked at little shocked at the abrupt change in mood, but
nodded.

"Do you know where you're going?" Gina asked.

"Tennessee, of course," Kendall said a little stiffly. Then she
relaxed. "Um... yeah... I'm going to UTK. I've got a full
scholarship."

"Wow!" Gina replied. "Congratulations."

Kendall nodded. "They've got a great medical program too," she
said, finally warming to the subject. It was easy to tell that
she was excited about it. "Although the medical school's in
Memphis. So I'll get my undergraduate degree and then I'll have
to move."

For a while, I let the girls talk. It was a subject they were
both interested in, and it seemed to relax them. Kendall talked
about looking at different undergraduate and medical schools, and
traveling to them with her mother. She'd gotten full scholarship
offers to UT and Memphis State, and a partial scholarship offer
to Vanderbilt.

"Vanderbilt?" Gina asked. "They've got a good medical school."

Kendall nodded quickly. "Yeah, but I can't afford to go there
without a full scholarship."

"Hold on a second," I said. "I thought you went to an expensive
prep school or something. Last night, you said--"

"I did," she said, looking at me as if for the first time. "But
my dad could never afford to send me to Vanderbilt."

"Huh?"

"Yeah, my high school was expensive, but I was there on a full
scholarship too. They have academic and athletic scholarships,
just like colleges."

"You mean you had to get a scholarship, just to go to high
school?" I asked dubiously. I'd gone to public schools all my
life. My parents had always made sure they were good schools,
but they were still public schools.

She nodded. "Yeah. And I almost didn't qualify, not until I got
serious about school." She sighed deeply. "Mom and Dad were happy
about that, but I could kinda tell they wanted me to do more... um...
feminine things."

"Like what?" Gina asked.

"Well, I took eight years of ballet, for one," Kendall said.
"Until I got these," she said, looking down at her breasts. "I
wanted to be a ballet dancer. But ballerinas are not five nine
with big tits."

Gina laughed. "No, I guess they're not."

"Mom always wanted me to be a cheerleader, like she was, but I've
never been interested in that. She wants me to do the things she
did. She doesn't even like me reading as much as I do. But I
always tell her it's for school. I think they'd be happiest if I
just got married to a nice doctor or something. I mean, instead
of becoming a doctor."

"Yeah," Gina said in commiseration.

"I know they love me and all," Kendall said, "but they're just
so... old-fashioned. Men work. Women raise kids. Boys play
football. Girls are cheerleaders. So they don't really understand
why I can't wait to go to college. Mom thinks I should be
thinking about who I want to marry. Ha! I guess in some ways, I
was lucky I went to an all-girls school. I mean, Mom didn't
bother me about why I didn't have a boyfriend. It's not that I
didn't want one, I just didn't have the opportunity. I didn't
even like most of the guys my age," she said despondently, "but I
would've liked the chance to figure them out."

"Guys are easy to figure out," Gina said. Then she looked at me
sidelong and grinned. "You just keep their dicks happy, and
they'll do whatever you want."

"Hey!" I protested. "I'm not like that."

"No, but most guys are," Gina countered.

"And you know this how?" I asked archly. "From your vast personal
experience leading guys around by their dicks?"

She grinned sheepishly when she realized how neatly I'd
mousetrapped her.

"Uh-huh," I said. "That's what I thought."

"Well, you seem to enjoy it."

"Yeah, but I can jerk off whenever I want to. If all I want to do
is keep my dick happy, then I certainly don't need to look any
further than my right hand." I quickly realized that I was being
a little harsh, so I softened my tone. "I'm not a sex object any
more than you are, or Kendall is," I said, tossing my chin in the
other girl's direction.

Kendall shook her head.

"So you may be beautiful, you may be smart, and you may keep my
dick happy," I said to Gina, "but I do the things I do because I
enjoy making you happy, because I love you." I quickly swiveled
my head and fixed Kendall with a penetrating gaze. "And before
you get any crazy ideas about... well... about anything, you're
beautiful too, you're smart too, and I'm sure you'll keep my dick
happy too. If you want to, that is."

She looked shocked for a moment and then nodded quickly.

"You may not have figured guys out," I continued, "but you've
sure figured me out, and that's all that really matters. I love
you too, and that's that." From my left, I heard a sniffle, and
quickly turned to see what was the matter.

Gina smiled tearfully and then looked at Kendall. "He says the
sweetest things, doesn't he?"

"Goodness, yes," Kendall said, her voice husky with emotion.

After that, I had two very happy--albeit teary--girls on my
hands. The rain slacked off and then picked up again, but we
didn't notice. I alternated between kissing one girl and then
kissing the other. Kendall slowly relaxed and started kissing me
with more passion. My erection, which had subsided as we talked
about everyday things, returned full force.

Gina took Kendall's hand and wrapped her fingers around my shaft.
While Gina played with my balls, Kendall slowly stroked me. She
was a little clumsy at first, but with a little subtle direction
from Gina, she began to get the hang of it. After a while, it
became obvious that Kendall was simply going to passively follow
as we led, so Gina slid between my legs and took my dick into her
mouth.

While Gina sucked me, I continued kissing Kendall. I had her
kneel on the couch next to me while I sucked her nipples until
they were stiff, making her moan with pleasure. With gentle
touches and pressure, I moved her so she was straddling my
midsection, facing me. Her left knee was still on the couch, but
her right leg was propped up, exposing her pussy to my questing
fingers (and, not coincidentally, to Gina's gaze).

I could feel Gina playing with herself while she sucked me, and I
knew she was watching as I moved my fingers over Kendall's
aroused pussy. I continued sucking Kendall's nipples, enjoying
the feeling as her large breasts pressed against my face. She
came quicker than I expected, but didn't pull my hand away from
her pussy. So I kept tweaking and circling her clit, occasionally
sliding a finger into her.

I was also reaching the point of no return, and Gina sensed it.
She began pumping her fist up and down while tonguing my glans. I
wanted to hold off as long as I could, but she was determined. I
groaned into Kendall's pliant breast as I felt the first spurt
jet into Gina's mouth. I tried to concentrate on Kendall and her
building orgasm, but I was lost in my own little world. I vaguely
felt her move her own hand down and start rubbing her clit.

As soon as I regained my senses, I sucked and licked her nipples.
With a silent shudder, she came again, almost collapsing against
me. At nearly the same time, I felt Gina tense up. She moaned and
let my shaft slip from her lips as her climax peaked.

After we all caught our breath, I maneuvered Kendall back to my
right side. Gina suckled my slowly shrinking dick while Kendall
watched raptly. I could tell that she was a little embarrassed
about watching Gina, but she didn't look away. Eventually, Gina
released my flaccid dick and smiled up at us.

"That was fun," she said.

Kendall and I nodded simultaneously and then grinned at one
another.

-----

The rain continued and the afternoon turned a little chilly. It
wasn't outright cold, but it was certainly damp and miserable.
Gina, Kendall, and I snuggled on the couch for an hour or more.
Eventually, we heard a car pull up outside. A minute later, Erin
and Leah burst into the cabin.

Their eyes grew wide as they took in the sight of the three of
us--we had covered ourselves with a blanket, but we were still
snuggled very close. We began to untangle ourselves as Erin set
two paper bags by the bathroom door. Leah merely grinned the
whole time.

"You want some help unloading the groceries?" I asked.

"Yeah, sure," Erin replied.

They went back out to the car while I scrounged around until I
found my family's umbrella. Mom had taken one with her, but the
bigger of the two was still in the cabin. It was definitely big
enough for the three of us. (Just because we were nudists didn't
mean we liked getting rained on. Besides, the rain was cold.)

At the clubhouse, we helped unload the last of the groceries.
Working as a team, we had everything squared away in five
minutes. Afterward, Mom, Elizabeth, Erin, and Leah drove back up
the hill to park the car and take off their clothes.

Dinner that night was a big pot of spaghetti. We ate with the
Coulters, and invited Kendall to join us. But when she asked her
mother, she was told that she needed to eat with her family. Once
most all the families had eaten dinner, the dads, Manfred, Drew,
and I started setting things up for movie night. Because of the
storm, it was going to get dark earlier than usual, and I
couldn't think of a better night to sit inside and watch movies.
Bill set up the big screen over the expansive stone hearth and
then assembled his projector. Then he began feeding the kids'
movie into the projector while a bunch of the moms made popcorn.

Once everything was set up, Gina, Kendall, and I grabbed a couch
close to the back of the group. All the younger kids crowded up
front, while the parents mostly took couches farther away from
the screen. A bunch of people simply pulled chairs over from the
dining area. The kids' movie was The Shaggy D.A., and it was
pretty good. I enjoyed sitting with Gina and Kendall more than
the movie, but it was nice to relax and simply laugh at the
antics onscreen.

After the movie ended, most of the younger kids went to bed. Some
of the moms went to watch them, and several of the year-round
camp residents filtered into the clubhouse to watch the adults'
movie. The three of us kept our spot on the back couch, but Gina
fetched us a blanket from their cabin. Gina's parents and Kara
were sitting on the couch in front of us, while Mom and Susan
were on the small couch to their left. Kendall's parents were two
couches to the right, and Manfred and Jenny were with Jenny's
parents.

Mom and Elizabeth had decided that Erin and Leah could watch the
adult movie, but the girls wanted to go up to our cabin instead.
Drew, Jill, and Trish were conspicuously together on one couch,
and I figured that was the reason the younger girls didn't want
to hang around.

When everything was ready to go, Bill turned out the lights and
started the movie. It was Animal House, and I'd never seen it
before. I felt really grown up because it was R-rated. I'd seen
R-rated movies before, but this somehow felt different. I was
enjoying things until the middle of the movie. I probably
would've kept enjoying them too, if it weren't for Gina playing
with my dick. As soon as Kendall figured out what was going on
under the blanket, her fingers crept toward my erection. She and
Gina gleefully teased me, and seemed to enjoy seeing me squirm as
my arousal grew. Finally, I'd had enough. I whispered to them
that we either needed to go somewhere else, or I was going to
make a scene by fucking them--one after the other--in plain view
of everyone present.

I hid my erection with the blanket while we each quietly told our
parents we were going up to the cabin. Then we picked up the
large umbrella and nearly ran up the hill. Since we knew Erin and
Leah were in my family's cabin, we bypassed it completely. Once
at Gina's cabin, we rinsed our feet in the runoff from the roof
and then headed inside. Gina's cabin was larger than ours, but
laid out much the same. The main differences were a larger
sitting area, a kitchenette in the back, and two bedrooms off to
the left.

Without turning on the lights, we quickly settled onto the couch.
Things started out much as they had earlier in the afternoon, but
they progressed rapidly. After a few minutes of kissing, groping,
and stroking, we were all pretty worked up. I lay on the couch
and directed Kendall to kneel over my face. She looked a little
skeptical but Gina assured her that she'd enjoy it. As soon as I
started licking and sucking her inner labia, she moaned and
almost fell off the couch. Gina began sucking my cock, and was
clearly enjoying the view as I teased and tasted Kendall's pussy.

In the middle of all this, Kendall wanted to suck my dick, so she
and Gina switched places. When I flinched as Kendall scraped my
sensitive skin with her teeth for the third or fourth time, she
pulled back and moaned disconsolately. Gina climbed off my face
and started giving pointers to the other girl. Kendall smiled
gratefully and her technique improved dramatically. And I got a
major charge out of watching the beautiful girls hover over my
erection, with Gina whispering quiet encouragement as Kendall
sucked me.

I warned Kendall when I was ready to come, but she kept on
sucking. When the first blast of semen hit the back of her
throat, she pulled back suddenly. With a cry of surprise, Gina
watched as the next spurt arced into the air. Then she fastened
her lips around my shaft and swallowed until I stopped spurting.
Kendall's mouth hung open for a moment. Although it was too dark
for me to see, I was sure she was holding my come on her tongue.
Slowly, she closed her mouth and then swallowed. For a moment,
she looked like she was thinking about the taste. Then she
realized I was watching her and she smiled shyly.

Since neither of the girls had come yet, I had Kendall move into
a sixty-nine. While I teased her with my lips and tongue, she
sucked my cock back to life. She took her time and tried to take
long, gentle strokes. She could only get a couple of inches into
her mouth, but that was fine by me. I continued nuzzling her
pussy, intent on making her come. As her orgasm approached, she
let my erection slip from her lips and began writhing with
pleasure. I locked my lips over her clit and started moving my
tongue in circles around it. In a few short moments, she
shuddered with the force of her orgasm.

When she finally regained enough strength to move, she slid off
me and smiled drunkenly. I pulled her up and kissed her. At
first, she recoiled from the taste of her pussy on my lips and
cheeks, but she eventually returned the kiss. While I was kissing
Kendall, Gina straddled me and quickly sank onto my erection. She
rocked back and forth until I felt her internal muscles begin to
contract. Kendall watched as I ran my hands up Gina's torso and
cupped her breasts. When Gina came, she cried out softly, arching
her back and holding my hands in place.

As her orgasm subsided, she looked down at me and smiled. I moved
my hands to her hips as she started rocking back and forth. When
she felt me squirting inside her, she sighed again and gifted us
with a sated, heavy-lidded smile.

-----

We made sure to wash up before Gina's parents and Kara returned.
When they did, we were all sitting on the couch, close but not
too close. Even though they probably knew what we were up to, we
didn't want to be too obvious about it. Chris and Elizabeth were
still laughing and talking about the movie, but Kara grinned when
she saw us. Gina and I merely smiled in reply, but Kendall
blushed and looked away.

It was getting late, so Gina, Kendall, and I walked out to the
porch to say our goodbyes. Kendall and Gina shared a long look as
they smiled at one another. I kissed Gina goodnight and then
opened the umbrella to escort Kendall to her camper. It had
become colder still, but the rain had turned into a heavy,
clinging mist. Before we reached Kendall's Winnebago, she stopped
and turned to face me.

"I'm sorry about tonight," she said, her voice timorous.

"About what?" I asked.

"About hurting you... when... when I was giving you a blowjob."

I stepped closer and put my arm around her. "It just takes
practice," I said soothingly. "You did fine."

She nodded, and then laughed softly. "There's a big difference
between reading about it and actually doing it."

"Mmm hmm." Although I wondered where she'd read about how to give
head.

"I didn't know how soft you'd be, or how sensitive."

With a shock, I realized that she was talking like it had been
her first time giving head. "It is soft and sensitive," I said
quickly, covering my surprise.

"I know. Well, now I know. I thought it would be harder. Your
dick, I mean."

I almost laughed out loud. "It was hard enough," I said.

She nodded quickly. "I just didn't think the skin would be so
soft. And..." She quickly lowered her eyes.

"What?"

"It didn't taste like I thought it would."

"Oh?"

She shook her head. "Some of the girls at school would talk about
how their boyfriends' dicks tasted great, or how they loved the
taste. Stuff like that." Then she shrugged. "I couldn't really
taste anything at all. I mean, maybe your dick was a little salty
or something, but mostly it was just warm and soft, but hard
underneath."

"Mmm hmm."

"I thought it would be hard on the outside too. I guess that's
from some of the books I read. You know, 'His man missile was
hard as steel as he thrust into her molten center.'"

I chuckled softly. "You've been reading the wrong books," I said.

"They're not all the wrong books," she replied mischievously.
"I knew what it would be like when you ejaculated... well... I've
read about it. But it kinda surprised me. I didn't realize it
would come out so hard."

I nodded. Once again, I wondered what kind of books she'd been
reading.

"Next time, I'll try to swallow all your sem... um... I mean... your...
um..."

"All my come?"

She nodded gratefully.

"I'd like that. But do what you enjoy. If you like swallowing my
come, do it. If you don't like it, don't do it. It's not like
I've got a checklist for what has to happen before I'm
satisfied." Her expression was priceless, and I nearly laughed
out loud. "I mean, I just like being with you, and with Gina. Sex
between us should make both of us happy. So we'll figure out what
you like, and what you don't like. The things you like... we'll do
those a lot," I said with a grin. "The things you don't like... we
won't do those."

"I like when you were performing cunni... um... cunniling... um... Sorry,
I can spell it, but I don't know how it's pronounced."

I had no idea what she was trying to say, but I knew what she was
talking about. "You mean when I was giving you head?"

She nodded enthusiastically, smiling as she did.

"I like that too. So we'll do more of that."

"And I thought I might taste bad or something," she said.

I quickly shook my head.

"I know. I could taste myself when you kissed me."

"That's why I kissed you."

"You're sneaky," she said. Then she looked at me searchingly and
her eyes softened. Her lips moved toward mine, and we kissed for
several long moments. Standing in the cold, enshrouding mist, her
body was incredibly warm and soft. When she pulled back, she
looked at me seriously. "Thank you."

"For what?" I asked.

"For being you."

"Um... you're welcome?"

She nodded, and kissed me again, quickly. "I need to get home. I
don't wanna get grounded."

"No kidding."

"I can't wait 'til tomorrow," she said. "I can't wait for you to
make love to me." Then she kissed me quickly, longingly. "I wish
we had time tonight."

"We'll have plenty of time tomorrow." I pulled her close and
kissed her again, reveling in the feeling of her lush figure as
it molded against mine. "I love you," I whispered.

"I... I love you too."

I walked her the rest of the way to her camper and got back to my
cabin with scant moments to spare. Mom was just climbing into bed
when I let the screen door shut gently behind me. I kissed her
quickly, went to the bathroom, then climbed into bed. While I had
a lot to think about, I wanted to get some sleep. We'd have to be
up early to pack everything for the hike. I also hoped the storm
would blow over, since we'd probably have to cancel the trip if
it didn't.

Try as hard as I might, I couldn't fall asleep. Something kept
nagging at the back of my brain. After a while, I realized that
it was Kendall's inexperience. Little things she'd said or done
were starting to fit into place. Things like the fact that she'd
gone to an all-girl school and hadn't had a boyfriend. Or that
she'd read about giving head, but had never done it. I could
understand her inexperience, but it didn't quite synch with her
attitude, or some of the other things she'd said. She tried to
project confidence, but I was slowly coming to realize that she
might be anything but confident. Especially when it came to
sex. As I drifted off to sleep, I resolved to take things one
step at a time.

-----

Sometime during the night, I woke up. The wind and rain had
picked up again, and I realized that the howling of the storm had
woken me. I got up to get a drink of water and then climbed back
into my bunk. I thought I'd have trouble going back to sleep, but
I didn't. When I woke up in the morning, I didn't hear the sound
of rain. The only sounds were birdsongs and the noises of the
pine forest.

When I went outside, the morning air was crisp and clear, with
not a cloud in the sky. Everything was still damp, and the ground
was littered with storm-tossed branches, but the weather looked
beautiful. It was already later than I'd wanted to wake up, so I
decided to skip my morning workout. With a grin, I decided that
I'd probably get more than enough exercise for the day. I went
inside to take a quick shower and then headed up the hill to
Gina's cabin. When I lightly tapped on the screen door, Kara
opened it with a smile.

"C'mon in," she said. "I'll tell Gina you're here. She's in the
bathroom."

I stepped inside and waited.

Kara knocked softly on the bathroom door and then opened it. She
stuck her head in, nodded, and then closed the door. "She's
drying her hair," she said. Then she eyed the slightly open door
to her parents' room. "Why don't we wait out on the porch, since
it's such a beautiful morning."

I nodded. As we turned toward the door, Leah staggered sleepily
out of her room, her hair tousled. She waved to me, saw the
closed bathroom door, and then returned to the bedroom.

Once outside, Kara turned to me and smiled. "Did you all have fun
last night?"

I tried to look innocent, but she wasn't buying it. "Yeah," I
said at last. "We did."

"Do you think you can handle two girlfriends at once?" she asked.

I turned and regarded her frankly. Was this 'Kara the protective
older sister' asking? Or was it 'Kara the woman who wanted to get
laid' asking? Regardless, I couldn't be that blunt, so I settled
on an open-ended question. (Thanks, Susan.) "Why do you ask?"

She laughed softly--and a little sheepishly--and looked down.
"That's a good question." Then she chuckled again. "Last year, if
I'd asked you that question, you'd've panicked."

I started to deny it, but realized she was right. "I'm a lot
different than I was last year," I said instead.

"You are. And in lots of good ways." Then she turned serious.
"Just make sure you take care of Gina."

I nodded. "I will."

"When she gets excited about something, that's all she wants to
do. Sometimes she doesn't think about the consequences, for
herself or others." Then she turned and gazed at me seriously.
"She told me about how you talked to Kendall."

"And?"

"You're a good guy, Paul. And I know you love Gina. But watch out
for her, protect her. Being in love isn't new for her, but all
the physical aspects are. She might get carried away."

"I understand."

She regarded me coolly for a moment or two and then nodded. Then
she turned to look out over the forest. "I don't know if you do
understand," she said calmly. "Yet. But I think you'll try."

"Isn't that all that matters?"

She looked at me out of the corner of her eye and grinned.
"Probably." Then she turned toward me and laid her hand over
mine. It was a friendly gesture, not devious or scheming, and
definitely not a come-on. "I want to ask Gina about joining you
two sometime. Is that okay?"

"I don't have a problem with it."

She nodded. "I didn't think you would. You... you don't feel the
same way about me that you do about Gina."

"I like you," I said. "But you're right. With you, it's just
sex."

She leaned toward me and grinned as she said, "But it's pretty
good sex."

A smile split my face as I nodded.

Behind us, the screen door opened. Kara and I turned. As we did,
her hand naturally left mine.

Gina beamed at me. "Good morning, o' man who makes my heart go
pitter-pat."

Kara and I looked at each other and then burst out laughing.

Gina was in too good a mood for our laughter to dampen it. She
handed me a large, fluffy towel and a small bag of things. Then
she looped her arm through mine and we started down the steps.

"Seeya, Kara," I said over my shoulder.

Gina echoed my words and then hugged herself against my arm.

"Let's stop at my cabin," I said, "so I can pick up my stuff and
grab the backpack. Then we'll stop by Kendall's camper, find
Manfred and Jenny, and while you girls are making lunch, Manfred
and I will pack. Okay?"

"Sounds good to me, pitter-pat man," she said light-heartedly.

-----

Before we even got to her camper, we met Kendall coming up the
hill. As soon as she saw us, she waved and ran toward us. (Large,
firm breasts are beautiful things to see in motion!) She
explained that the shower in the Winnebago was too small, and she
liked to use the one in the clubhouse.

"Besides," she added, "I can take long, hot showers in the
clubhouse, especially early in the morning."

"That is nice," Gina said. "If one of us takes a really hot
shower, the rest of us get grumpy."

We chatted as we walked back up the hill toward the Winnebago.
Once we got there, Kendall put on her hiking boots, handed her
towel and other things to me, and then said goodbye to her
parents. Her mom even smiled at me as she waved goodbye. I guess
she was happy to see Kendall taking an interest in a guy. Little
did she know, I thought with a mental grin.

Manfred and Jenny were waiting for us at the clubhouse. Gina,
Kendall, and Jenny moved toward the kitchen area while Manfred
and I started organizing our gear. When he looked around
furtively and then leaned toward me, I put the backpack on the
table and paid attention to him.

"Dude, you know, thanks for telling me about Jenny worrying and
all," he said.

"You're welcome."

"And I kinda took your advice. I mean, I was probably gonna do it
anyway, you know, but Jenny and I had a long talk."

"Oh?"

He nodded, blushing. "You know, about stuff. Anyway, I told her
I knew she sometimes worried about our relationship. Sorry, dude,
I didn't tell her you told me about that. I hope you don't mind.
You know how it is."

"Yeah, Manfred," I said with a soft laugh. "I know how it is."

"Yeah, well. I also told her about some of the other stuff you
mentioned, about her getting upset or scared and all." He laughed
deep in his chest. "She was pretty freaked out that I knew about
it."

I nodded.

"Anyway, I told her I'd never made a move on Kendall, and I
wasn't gonna."

"What'd she say?"

"She said she wasn't worried about Kendall, but I could tell she
was kinda lying."

"Yeah."

"But for the past couple of days, I paid a lot of attention to
her. Jenny, I mean."

"Yeah, Stick," I said, "I know."

"That helped a lot. And thanks for hangin' out with Kendall, so
me and Jenny could have some time to ourselves," he said
earnestly.

"No problem," I said with an almost straight face.

"Yeah, but I appreciate it. Even though Gina must be jealous with
Kendall around all the time."

I shook my head. "Not really. They get along really well." You
don't know the half of it, my friend.

"Really? Yeah. Well. Whatever. Anyway, thanks for the advice and
all. I mean, I was probably gonna talk to her anyway, but it's
nice to have a second opinion, if you know what I mean."

"Yeah, Stick. I know what you mean," I said, without a trace of
irony.

After that, we got serious about stowing our gear. I took a look
at all I had to pack and then mentally arranged it. Once I'd
figured out where I wanted to put everything, I started cramming
things into the sturdy backpack. The heavy inflatable raft went
on the bottom, followed by towels, suntan oil, combs, and Gina's
bag of soap, shampoo, and sundries. Manfred's pack was full of
similar things for Jenny and him.

In the kitchen, Kendall had cooked breakfast while Gina and Jenny
made lunch. Gina and Jenny helped us pack the food in our
backpacks as Kendall was putting the final touches on a platter
full of ham and egg sandwiches. We actually sat down to eat
breakfast, but we were quick about it, since everyone was pretty
excited about the trip. Manfred and I demolished three sandwiches
apiece and the girls had one each. While they cleaned up the
dishes, Manfred and I shouldered our packs. Once we were all
ready, we headed down the hill.

Gina, Kendall, and I grinned at each other as we walked, and
Manfred and Jenny held hands. All our parents knew we were going,
of course, so we didn't even stop to say goodbye. I looked at my
watch and realized it was only seven forty-five. We were getting
a little bit of a late start, but we'd have plenty of time at the
quarry. More than enough time to swim, bask in the sun, and do...
anything else we wanted to. With a grin, I picked up the pace.
Not surprisingly, no one complained.

-----

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