“Maybe, what is it?”
“Canned ham with mashed potato.”
“Oh that sounds OK, yes please. It’ll be our midnight feast, right?” she said smiling.
“Yeah, and I thought you might be hungry! How do you feel?” he asked, nodding down towards her pussy.
“I’m OK actually,” she said brightly. “It didn’t hurt like it could have.”
“He’s pretty big, right?”
“Yeah. I thought he wouldn’t stop stretching me when I went down on him. And I was still leaking a few minutes ago.” She looked up at him as she finished wondering if it was acceptable to talk so openly about her sexual feelings.
“He probably came deep inside you,” said Frank, stirring the white paste of potatoes in the saucepan. Leslie took the wooden spatula from his hand and laid it gently on the worktop. She slid between the gas and his body, careful not to burn her bottom. Looking up she closed her eyes and kissed his lips slowly and passionately.
“What was that for?” asked Frank, smiling at her.
“For pushing me to do that with him.” He kissed her again tenderly, slowly, feeling the softness of her teen lips against his and the warmth of her body as she drew closer. His cock surged, hardening quickly against her stomach as his fingers again found the taught globes of her young buttocks. He turned her away from the burner and pressed her against the worktop, intent on letting her feel his hardness. She looked up, breaking the kiss. “He sucked you too, right, while we made love?”
Frank nodded, grinning. “It was a lovely gesture, he wanted to say thank you too I think.”
She laid her head against his shoulder and Frank wrapped his arms around her, hugging her. They swayed to imaginary music as the night drew in and the forest settled down. After dinner Frank and Leslie wrapped themselves in blankets on the mattress and cuddled, whispering occasionally their thoughts and ideas. Frank remained semi-hard and touched his cock now and then to test its state of readiness although he didn’t really want to have sex with the girl until the morning when he could see her in all her glory. With the strongest will in the world he turned away from her and arranged his pillow, smiling to himself as she shuffled up against him and whispered ‘good night’.
Chapter 7
Dawn the following morning was officially at 5:34am and Frank thought that they were awake just minutes later as the pale pink light of day lit the clear sky. Leslie stirred as he tried to get off the mattress and he watched her turn away from him as he made his way to the bathroom. His cock ached a little but in a pleasant, fully-charged sort of way. He peered in at Brian and was pleased to see that he was awake and alert.
“Feeling better?” whispered Frank.
“Mmm, thanks.”
“Need the bathroom?”
“Yeah.”
Frank helped the boy off the bed and steadied him as they entered the small toilet. “Better sit down so you don’t fall in and drown” suggested Frank. Brian smiled and turned, sitting down heavily. Frank heard a steady stream and several groans of pleasure as he made his way to the kitchen.
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. Don’t flush it, I’ll do that afterwards so we save water.”
He lit the kerosene lamp and looked around for breakfast, which was going to be porridge once again. He found some dried fruit that would go with some brown sugar to make it a little more palatable. He and Brian ate at the table while discussing the boy’s injuries and growing ability to walk.
“You should walk about a bit today, get those legs moving again.”
“Yeah. I just want to make sure I can keep this down though,” said Brian, sipping his tea. Frank nodded, looking with some concern at the boy’s shoulder. He stood and walked around to him.
“Let’s see that wound shall we?” said Frank, gently feeling the back of the boy’s head. “Oh wow, that still looks quite nasty. Big scab forming but it not’s bleeding so that’s good. I don’t think there was any more blood on your pillow, was there?”
“I don’t know, I don’t think it felt wet this morning.”
“How about your shoulder?”
“Hurts like crap still. Do you think I dislocated it?”
“No, unlikely, otherwise I think you’d be screaming right now.” Frank knelt down in front of the young boy and touched his legs, parting them slightly. “You still have scratches here,” he said, touching the boy’s thighs.
Brian looked down, noting his growing cock and beyond his knees, another half-erect cock. “That still seems to work,” said Frank, nodding at the boy’s manhood.
“I had a weird dream last night.”
“Probably the medicine.”
“I dreamed that I had sex with Leslie.”
“What happened in your dream?”
“She got on the bed with me. You were there too. I put my thing inside her and you know.”
“What, came?” suggested Frank, pleased to see increasing signs of life in the boy’s cock.
“Yeah. It was so real.” He looked down and closed his legs a little as his cock bobbed upwards, nearing full erection. Frank pushed his legs apart again, smiling.
“It’s OK, let it get some air, where those thorns were. You really are a big guy for your age, right?”
Brian shrugged, smiling as his foreskin peeled back a little on its own.
“You should get a little more rest, then get up when you feel like it. Looks like another beautiful day so you can laze around on the grass in the sun.”
Brian returned to his bed and dozed happily while Frank washed the bowls and prepared some breakfast for his other young guest. An hour later he woke Leslie with a kiss to her neck then gave her breakfast. As he approached the door he turned back to see the outline of her pale little breasts against the dark wood of the kitchen table and touched his cock as it maintained its semi-hardness. Minutes later Leslie joined him on the grass and leaned back on her hands as she sat back, smiling widely and clearly very pleased with herself. Frank turned and smiled with her.
“What?” he asked.
She shrugged, looking down at the grass. “This, like, I mean, all this. All that’s happened.”
“Like what?”
“You know, meeting, cuddling, sleeping with you last night, making love to Brian.”
“He thinks it’s a dream.”
“What, his injuries?”
“No, making love to you. He thinks it didn’t happen in real life.”
Leslie laughed at the thought. “So even though he took my cherry it might never have happened?”
“Looks that way, yeah.”
“The most important day in my life so far and he thinks he slept through the best hour of it!”
Frank smiled at her, touching her hand gently “This is all part of growing up. But it’s very special isn’t it when it’s your turn?”
“Mmm, I wanted to cry with joy when I woke up this morning as well!”
“Because of your night of passion?”
“Not just that,” she replied, smiling. “Sleeping in the same bed with someone, naked, dreaming together. I woke up at some point and you were fast asleep. You looked so peaceful, I thought it was just so great!” Her legs flopped open as she spoke, mimicking Frank’s crossed legs. He could sense her fascination with his cock and the furtive glances she took as she spoke. “Like, I knew it would happen one day, spending the night with a guy, but not so soon.”
“It certainly was a big night for you.”
“Yeah, but when I woke up I knew you had slept through the night at my side. That’s so special to me, it just makes my heart leap when I think about it.”
He took her hand and she turned round before letting Frank cuddle her as they lay down together. Her legs locked around his while he caressed her pretty face, pushing a few strands of blonde hair out of the way before brushing his lips across hers. She inhaled deeply, tightening her grip on his back, mashing her nipples against his chest. The sun was barely above the t
rees and the cool morning air wafted over them, bringing with it the scent of the forest. He reached down and ran his hand over her tight buttocks, pleased when she moved her leg up and covered his own. His fingers found her anus, and trailed carefully past towards her pussy.
“Oh Frank!” she purred.
“You’re wet!”
“Mmm, I know” She moved away a little and his hand pushed down between their bodies, circling above her clit and the patch of hair. “Oh yes,” she said, kissing him lightly.
He pushed further down, his middle finger gliding along the length of her little lips. He brought his finger to her mouth and she licked, smiling. He tasted her too and smiled.
“You taste wonderful, so clean and fresh!” he said, his cock rampant and straining against her leg. “Hey, remember what I said about Asian girls?”
“What?”
“You know, when you laughed about me shaving my balls. It’s standard in many Asian countries, and in fact in Thailand they have a ceremony for the first time a girl does it.”
“Did you see it when you were there?”
He laughed. “No, I don’t think it’s very public. But I read about it. Girls get dressed up in their best costumes and they choose their closest friend to help out.”
“Why do they do it?” she said, a slight level of interest in her voice.
“It’s not just Thailand, many Asian countries do it. For cleanliness, and to show that they are still young I think. I heard that it happens in San Francisco too, becoming popular here.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yes, you should try it, and then you could be like me! Feel,” he said, taking her hand. She felt over the smooth surface of his balls and smiled. “I could be your best friend,” he suggested.
“I think you are, and Brian’s best friend as well.”
“Want to try? If you don’t like it you can let it grow back again. All back to normal in a few weeks.” She shrugged, nodded slowly and then smiled.
“Inside?”
“Here is fine. Lie back and I’ll get the stuff.”
“I dunno, I mean, this won’t hurt will it?”
“No, I’ll be very careful and take my time.” And with that Frank stood and walked into the cabin, his cock painfully hard. He looked in at Brian and decided that he ought to try and give him something to drink. Bringing a small glass of lemonade from the kitchen, he sat on the side of the bed and touched Brian’s good shoulder lightly. The boy stirred.
“Hey, Brian, you should try and drink something. Later we can give you something to eat. How do you feel?”
“Good sleep. Thanks!” Opening his eyes, he leaned forward and as Frank held the back of his head the boy sipped the drink carefully. “Oh that’s good” He sipped again then fell back slowly against the pillow, smiling up at Frank. His gaze dropped to the man’s cock, still hard but not pointing at the ceiling. The boy reached out and touched it. “Thanks for everything.”
Frank’s heart beat wildly as he watched the boy’s fingers wrap around his stiff member. It swelled further as fingers traced around the bulbous head. “Hey, more sleep, then we’ll be back to pamper you!” said Frank, slowly pulling away. If he had to decide between Brian and Leslie then the little girl would win every day, but a source of variety would certainly be good fun. He found the razor, some blades and a half-empty can of shaving foam that he recalled that he had also used on himself outside one spring morning. With a wet flannel and towel he went back outside to find Leslie lying on the mattress on her back, facing the sun and still beautifully naked. Her breasts had almost disappeared against her chest leaving the little nipples to point proudly to the sky. She heard him coming and looked up.
“I looked in on Brian and gave him a drink. We should get him something to eat later on, it’s early yet.” He dropped the shaving kit beside her and grabbed a sofa cushion as she moved onto the old mattress. “Pop this under your bum so you’re raised up a little” She did as asked so that her pussy was higher than her head and feet, and Frank knelt between her legs, pushing them slightly wider so he could get closer.
“Don’t cut me will you?” she asked as she shifted on the cushion, a little closer to him.
“I’ve done this loads of times, don’t worry.”
“To other girls?”
“Oh, no. Never.”
“Oh that’s great!” she giggled, “Anyway, I trust you.” She shielded her eyes from the sun while Frank ran the flannel over her pussy then shook the can for a few seconds.
“Here we go, this is the foam” He squirted along both sides of her pussy and up over her clitoris and into the little patch of hair, making her giggle but with a nervous edge mixed in. Setting the can down he used his fingers to gently massage it across the fine hair, producing an even little hillock of white foam between her legs. Getting her pussy lips smooth would be no problem as there was so little hair there anyway. Shaving carefully and in short strokes above her clit would produce similar results. “Oh damn!”
“What’s wrong?” she asked, looking down between her legs.
“Forgot the moisture cream stuff to stop you getting too dry afterwards. Back in a minute,” he said, returning to the cabin. Brian was asleep again and the cream was in the bathroom cupboard. He looked out of the kitchen window and saw the little patch of white foam between the girl’s legs and her face with a hand draped over it. “Oh my god,” he mumbled, wondering where his luck had come from and whether he would be able to stop himself coming before he had finished shaving her. He smiled, thinking ruefully that he was passing through Stage Gate 2, or maybe even 3.
Kneeling again between her legs he again massaged the foam into the patch of hair, taking a few moments to run his fingers along the little inner lips of her pussy. Her engorged clit protruded with her arousal and earned a brief massage with his slippery thumb. She groaned and lifted her hips to meet his touch.
“Told you that you’d like it!” She smiled but remained silent.
He brought the razor up to the patch of pubic hair above her clit and shaved about half an inch as an initial test. He smiled when she pretended to be injured but with a new blade the razor had made short work of her thin blonde hair. He ran his fingers gently over the area and was pleased that he felt almost no trace of stubble. Another couple of strokes left it perfectly smooth and he smiled to himself with the pleasure of being outdoors with this naked young girl. Changing the angle, he shaved down from the beginning of the hair towards her clitoris, repeating the movement several times as he dealt with the stubble and growth. It was far easier than shaving himself, especially as he could easily see the rate of progress with each swathe of the razor. Shifting a little he prepared to shave her outer lips which he noted truly were devoid of any noticeable hair. Looking down he saw that his cock had deflated which he found surprising but put it down to his concentration on the task. After all, if he cut her then any further activity would be very unlikely.
“Almost done, there wasn’t much to shave actually.”
“Is there much blood?”
They both laughed. “Nope, none, just squeaky clean skin” She readjusted her position on top of the cushion, parting her legs a little more. He looked up to see her still squinting into the sun with her hand over her eyes, her little nipples crowning her small mounds. He paused, analysing the situation as he wondered how he might have reacted in a similar situation. What if he had found a woman of about thirty-five when he was nineteen, in the forest, alone. Would he have taken his clothes off in front of her? He couldn’t believe that he would have laid down on the ground and let her shave his testicles much less get totally naked at her command. He would have run away and thought for weeks on end about what might have happened. He looked at Leslie again and sensed that she was wondering why he had stopped. He touched her inner thighs very gently then spread some of the shaving cream from above her clitoris down over her pussy lips. Very carefully he pulled her labia and shaved down towards her perineum. Two str
okes later had left a couple of track marks of foam and baby-like skin. He repeated on the other side before using his fingers to part her buttocks a little. Leaning down he noted that there was no hair around her anus and so he took the flannel and wiped her clean. Leslie looked relaxed and he was delighted to note that she was humming a tune to herself. He supposed that times had changed in the twenty years since he was her age, or perhaps they had simply come from different backgrounds with different values. Whatever the reason, he was more than grateful for the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to be with the naked teen.
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