“It’s like I knew what to do,” said Leslie, taking her hand.
“Yeah, that’s what the woman said. With boys it takes a lot of learning, she said, but with girls it’s so easy.” Jenny kissed her lips and helped Leslie to shed the damp dress. As she touched the shoulder pads she gasped. “Wow, it really is soaked. Did I do all that?”
“Yeah, I could feel it hitting me as you came. Lots of little squirts,” said Leslie, brushing her chest with a dry patch of the dress.
“I knew it felt different but this is drenched!” She threw Leslie’s dress on the floor and looked back at her. “You’re so, so lovely,” she said, raising her arms with a smile. Leslie slid forward towards her and pulled the dress up over her head, gazing at her breasts as they popped into view. They hugged, still clad in their stockings then pulled the sheet away from the pillows and snuggled down like the two giggling schoolgirls that they were.
They entwined limbs, cuddling tightly as the snuggled down into Jenny’s huge bed.
“Thank you,” said Leslie seriously, touching her shoulder, then trailing her fingers down towards the warmth of the girl’s breast. Jenny clasped her hand over Leslie’s, squeezing her breast.
“For what?”
Leslie shrugged. “For being so nice, welcoming, for showing me stuff, for trusting me.”
“You know I’ve waited months for this day?”
“I know, you said.” Leslie kissed her gently in the pale light, her stomach trembling again with her growing feeling towards Jenny.
“It was worth it,” said Jenny, pulling the sheets and blankets around them. It was almost half an hour before they stirred, still tightly wrapped together.
“What about the dresses, they’re both messed up?” said Leslie.
“I know, I’ll get them dry-cleaned. Shower time?” said Jenny as she gently kissed her and slowly got up off the bed. She slid the stockings down her legs. Leslie rested her head on her hand and watched as the girl walked towards the bathroom, her buttocks twitching. Leslie rolled onto her side and slid her hand between her legs, cupping her pussy. The bed was warm, Jenny slept in it every night, in this room with all these things. She grinned in delight at the warmth and pure pleasure that still seemed to be humming inside. With slightly wobbly legs she eventually stripped and joined Jenny in the shower for a very quick wash wondering whether she now had a girlfriend.
Frank clapped lightly as the narrative ended, his cock absolutely rigid. Leslie looked across to him and smiled at his erection, then turned her attention back to her Brian.
“I can bring back the memory for you if you want,” said Leslie, licking around the top of her cousin’s cock. “If you can’t remember even back to what we did yesterday, I’m prepared to forgive you just this once.”
“What do you mean?” asked Brian, focused more on her lips than her words. He could see Frank’s hand wrapped across her pussy, his middle finger running between her moistened lips. His cock bulged as her fingers slipped gently up and down his length.
“Stand up,” said Frank, helping her up from the grass. He positioned Brian with his head against the seat of the chair and guided her over his face. “Lower yourself. You know the rest.”
Leslie moved over Brian and leaned forward, lowering herself slightly so Brian could flick his tongue over her little wet pussy lips. She experimented by placing her hands on the seat but found it awkward. With the support of Frank she stood on the seat then squatted down over her cousin’s mouth, sliding back and forth as he came into direct contact with her.
“Oh god yes, good morning Brian!” shouted Leslie happily. Her head flopped forward and she looked down to see his tongue pushing into her little wet cave. Brian gripped her thigh with his right hand, steadying her as she sawed back and forth.
Brian’s cock was now rigid, pointing up to the cloudless sky, the foreskin peeled back slightly. He took hold of himself and gently stroked his cock, moaning quietly between the little girl’s legs. He became more adventurous as the early morning lust built inside him, licking along the length of her slit, and with a little positioning help from Frank, over her anus. Leslie held onto his head, guiding him as he lapped at her and Frank squeezed her buttocks. His fingers pulled at her cheeks, spreading her apart, stretching her little opening so that the boy’s tongue delved deeper.
“Yeah, Brian, all round her asshole,” said Frank, leaning down to watch the boy’s tongue.
“Bri that feels so friggin’ good!” moaned Leslie as she rocked back and forth.
She grabbed the back of the seat for extra support as her legs began to wobble and Frank took hold of her hips as he stood behind her, his cock pushing arrogantly between her legs. He felt the boy’s tongue on him and was sure that he knew he was licking more than his cousin’s pussy. Frank kissed the girl’s back, her neck, her ear lobes as they all moved together in one coordinated body of lust.
As much as Frank would have loved to enter the little girl right then he felt that this was Brian’s moment, and gently guided Leslie down from the seat so that she squatted over the boy. Without hesitation she kissed his lips, taking his face in her hands as he caressed her breast. His left hand seemed to be useful only for stroking his cock, which he did with slow, light strokes of his fingers.
Leslie lowered herself and Frank was about to grab the boy’s cock when she found the entrance perfectly and slid down about half his length.
“Oh god!” said Brian, scrunching his eyes up in pleasure.
“Yes, again, feels so fat, so good Bri!” she whispered, gripping the seat and squeezing his head between her arms. Frank sat to one side, his cock also rigid as he watched the youngsters enjoy themselves. Leslie took her time as she rode the full length of the boy, rising and falling with a slow but purposeful rhythm. Frank was fixated by her small breasts, their rock-hard nipples and the way they remained firm and perfectly shaped with every movement. He thought about touching her, maybe sitting on the seat so she could suck him at the same time, but concluded that this was their moment and after another minute or so, he stood and wandered into the cabin. He determined that the view from the kitchen window was just as good as being out there as his cock cooled against the white porcelain sink.
Leslie gradually increased the force of her downward movements, taking his whole length as deep as he could go with each stroke. She grabbed his head, kissing him hard on the lips as her tongue dueled with his. His fingers found her nipple and tweaked, causing her to gasp as the additional source of pleasure washed through her.
“Oh Bri, god you’re so big. Make me come again!”
His hand slipped from her nipple and caressed her buttock, slipping along the tight channel of her buttocks until he found her anus.
“Yes!”
“What?”
“Do it. Put your finger inside. Hard!”
He reached up to her mouth and offered her his middle finger which she sucked gratefully. Positioning it at her asshole he pushed in without warning, making her scream with joy.
“Bri!” she squealed, shuddering as she came. Her movements became jerky, uncoordinated as she orgasmed over his cock and the finger deep insider her. Squelching noises came from where they were joined and warm, thick liquid seeped from her pussy, down his cock and balls and between his buttocks. “Oh fuck! That’s it, yeah.”
“Les!” he said anxiously.
“Come!” she whimpered, consumed by her orgasm. “Fuck me deep Bri!”
“Oh fuck, oh Les!” he moaned as he pushed up off the ground and went rigid, words on his lips but making no sound.
“Do it Bri, fucking come in me again!” she shouted, her taught little buttocks grinding against his thighs as she took his length deep inside. She let go of his hair and leaned back on her hands, arching her body as she slowly rose up once again. He could see her little clit, proud above her glistening pussy and his slick cock, glossy with their juices. She rode him slowly, milking the very last of his come as the sun shone on her breas
ts and glistened through her hair. After some time her thighs ached and she lay against his chest, happy beyond words.
“Les! Les that was amazing!” he said quietly as he nuzzled her neck. “We did that yesterday as well?”
“Mmm, but it wasn’t anything like just now. This was way better!”
They kissed passionately as she continued to move gently, still sitting on his thighs. His cock remained hard, pushing deep inside her as she relished the feeling of fullness from him. With her hands carefully on his shoulders, she rose slowly, allowing his cock to slip out of her. His cum dripped steadily from between her lips and to her surprise, he pulled her towards him so that his tongue once again found her clit. She groaned, then gasped as he pulled harder, back to the position they had been earlier which now gave him access to her soaking pussy. His tongue probed, slick cum dripping into his mouth as he lapped at her. She was shocked, delighted and thrilled all at the same time, savouring the feeling of him pushing inside her.
“You dirty boy, eating your cum!”
He pulled her closer, his tongue across her asshole. “You taste so good,” he said as she pushed him away.
“I have to lie down Bri,” she said, giggling as she collapsed on the grass beside him. He carefully slipped down and lay beside her, pulling her close as they regained their breath.
Frank watched intently, his cock aching from the sight of the two teens making love. It was beautiful in his estimation, a just reward for them both after their harrowing adventure. Again he wondered what they knew about love-making and where they learned some of their skills. Given that they were both virgins it seemed that they must either talk a lot with older friends or had watched porn movies extensively. Times, he thought, had certainly changed with the Internet.
Chapter 9
The forest of course never really lies silent at any time of the day. Activity continues on different schedules for different animals. Beneath the moon, some were stirring for their day, ready to find food, water, shelter and maybe even some amusement. Brian, on the other hand, had woken almost 30 minutes ago and was contemplating the growing need to go to the toilet. He tried vainly to roll onto his side to lessen the pressure on his bladder but the pain in his shoulder still prevented much movement, even though it felt so much better than 48 hours before. When he decided that he had to make a move he swung his legs carefully off the side of the bed and stood, swaying a little as he tried to determine the route to the door while avoiding the mattress. Leslie’s blonde hair shone in the pale light and he could see Frank’s arm around her waist. As he stepped past them he saw the shape of her breasts and Frank’s hand inches away from them. Brian smiled as his fingers absently checked to ensure his cock was still attached to his body, then grinned with the unexpected strength of his erection. Padding slowly to the bathroom he closed the door and slumped onto the seat, pushing his hard cock downwards so that there was a chance of getting something in the bowl. After two minutes he had calmed enough to allow a small stream of urine to trickle out, followed soon after by an ever-increasing gush that earned a welcome sign of pleasure from the boy.
There was little originality to their meager breakfast, but it was welcome and at least luke warm. With the washing up complete all three went out into the garden to breathe in the day’s warm air and enjoy the sun that was now above the trees. Brian slumped into the garden chair and closed his eyes, crossing his arms as though to indicate that he was going no further. Leslie wandered down towards the end of the garden, admiring the wild flowers that grew between the trees.
“Pink lady slipper. That’s what that is called. Type of orchid,” said Frank. He watched from behind Leslie as she crouched in front of the bright pink flowers. Her tight little bottom was a delight, far more attractive than any wild flower.
“You planted them?”
“No, they’re wild. Pick some for your Mum.”
“That’s a very nice thought,” said Leslie, gathering a small handful. She smiled at Frank and took his hand as they made a circuit around the grassy area. Whenever he pointed out the names of flowers she squeezed his hand gratefully, pleased with the new knowledge and his attentiveness to her. Approaching the cabin again she hugged him close and laid the flowers near the door. She reached up around his neck and pulled him down for a delicate, slow kiss. Frank held her hips and squeezed her closer, unfazed by the fact that his cock had quickly swollen to press against her pubic mound. She smiled as she sensed his erection, breaking the kiss with a giggle and a touch of his penis.
“Tsk. Again!”
Frank shrugged, smiling into her mischievous eyes. “It’s your fault you know.”
“Time for our early morning wash. Hey Bri, coming down for a wash?” she shouted.
Brian groaned and shook his head. “No, think I’ll go and lie down for a while if we’re going back soon.”
“You OK?” asked Frank as Brian trudged past.
“Yeah, just want to be fine for the walk back, that’s all.”
Leslie and Frank collected their towels and washing things then made their way down the hill to the warm water spot. The higher rocks made good places to leave their towels while they sank into the pool. They both agreed that it was warmer than the previous day and sank to their necks to get the most out of the natural hot tap. Leslie’s hand found Frank’s after a short while and they shuffled closer to sit and cuddle, even though the sand and pebbles became irritating after a short time.
“Wash my hair?” asked Leslie, grabbing the shampoo.
“Again?”
“Yeah, it felt so nice and I want to be squeaky clean for when I get back.”
Leslie turned her back to Frank and sank in to the water, leaning back to wet her hair. Frank steadied her, cupping water with his hands to make sure she got her hair completely wet. She leaned up again and he squirted a generous amount of liquid onto her scalp, massaging it into her hair with straight fingers. She signed appreciatively and leaned back between his legs so that her head brushed against his stomach. The bubbles flowed over her shoulders and down her back and as she leaned further and her hair rested against his straining erection. His fingers massaged her constantly with small deviations to feel his stiff cock inside the mass of tangled, soapy hair.
“Oh yeah” whispered Leslie. “I can feel you!”
“My cock’s in your hair.”
Leslie laughed out loud at this comment. “That’s so weird!” she squealed.
Frank smiled and laughed with her. “OK, rinse off and we’ll do it again.” Once her hair was clean again she turned, her eyes lighting up and she looked up and him then down at his cock.
“One more time?” she asked, offering the shampoo.
“You want to turn round?”
“No, like this,” she said, looking down between his legs. He tipped the bottle onto the top of her head and began massaging again. Her head dipped slowly under his fingers until he felt her lips closing around his cock. She raised herself a little and sucked him slowly as he went about his work.
“Oh yeah, that feels so good!” he said, his actions stopping momentarily as she tried unsuccessfully to take all of his length in her mouth. Her head, shoulders and back were covered in soapy bubbles and he massaged each area in turn as she gently sucked. He felt her little fingers gently teasing top of his cock, lightly circling it as she pulled his foreskin down slightly then released it. Blood surged into his cock, pulsating with each heart beat as he became fully hard and an ache began to develop in his groin. She leaned back slightly and while holding the base of his cock, she licked his length from bottom to top, tracing the dark veins that stood out along his shaft.
“Oh yes, good girl, that’s the way!”
He caressed her head, her shoulders, all slippery with soapy bubbles, thinking about her young hairless pussy a few inches below the water and how wonderful it had felt as he entered her for the first time.
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