The camping trip

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At that he boosted himself up onto the sofa and somehow got himself lodged between her legs. The sofa was really not meant for this type of activity, but it was not going to stop either of them.

He leaned down and just before be buried himself into Jeane awaiting pleasure box, he said, "Gee, you don't have so much grass around your house as ma does and where is the little man? On ma, he stands up very straight. When he is standing up and I just touch it, ma just whoops. It's fun seeing her go crazy. Maybe you don't have a little man."

As he was talking, his hand motion slightly intensified as he gently stroke her soft inviting thigh. His hand had inched it's way up so that he was now feeling her crack. He could feel her moistness as his finger explored.

Before Jeane could say anything, he lowered himself down so he could lubricate the premises. In one fell swoop, Jeane felt herself leave the world of children and enter the sensuously delightful world of adults. The first touch of his tongue on her private parts cause her great anxiety, it violated all she had been taught, but the exquisite sensations could not be denied. She writhed and twisted and might possibly even have escaped, but Alex was used to "an active partner" and held her firm in his grip. Slowly and lasciviously his warm tongue found her every fold and recess, bringing hot saliva to moisten and oil and leaving a tingling she had never imagined in her wildest dreams.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm… That feels good!" she said softly. Encouraged by this, Alex renewed his efforts and planted a juicy kiss right on her mons. The sensation was exquisite. He uttered not a word as his warm lips and tongue played games of passion on her genitals. Only when he had finished lavishing and lathering her and bringing her near to the brink of her first climax, did he pause.

He backed away and with the tender touch of a practiced lover he gently found the entrance to her vagina.

Jeane had heard that women had something called a G-spot, maybe he was searching for that, but she would never know if he found it or not, as she had her first orgasm and it nearly blew her mind. She didn't even care if Alex heard, but everyone else in the rest of the world surely heard her reaction. Her scream of ecstacy rose and rose reaching a pinnacle just as the lightening flashed through her brain and a gush of emotion flooded her body. This was what Nancy had talked about. She was right. It was the greatest thing.

But this outburst had not the slightest effect on Alex. He once again replaced his gentle hands with his probing tongue, which continued it's explore, satiated its wanderlust. It was almost painful, but all Jeane could do was moan and hope he didn't stop. No one had ever done that to her before and it felt so good.

Alex's his hands were not idle. Eventually, almost by accident it seemed, they crept around to her buttocks. Slowly and sensuously his warm hands stroked her, not in a lewd way, more like play. He didn't seem to miss a contour. The feeling aroused even more of her, if that was possible.

"Alex that was great, please don't stop. Do it again exactly the way you did before, please."

Alex obediently nodded, sending additional shiver of passion up her spine and snuggled down deeper in her crotch. With a few quick stabs with his tongue he finally found her clitoris, which had swollen to a visible size and peaked out from under its protective fold.

"I found the little man, Jeane," he cried. "So that was what he meant," Jeane thought, "Boy, is this great." After many delicious minutes feeling his expertness raise her once again to dizzying heights, she involuntarily arched my back under the urging of his warm hands still massaging my buns. Another sharp cry erupted from her as a second and more intense climax arrived.

Alex paused for breath, now. He rose and knelt above her with a kindly smile on his face. "Did you like that?"

She was beyond speech, but her smile must have satisfied him for he asked no more.

She looked down at herself. She was all pink and white, stretched out on the sofa. Her smoothly rising ivory breasts were each crowned with a little pink nipple, proudly erect. Her smooth white legs, her inner thighs, gently curved to meet at, then feeling like her very soul, her crotch, where the silky pubic hairs nestled all around her passionately rising mons. The virginal labia swollen and ripe and, of course, her dear little clitoris, although hidden from her view, was stoutly erect, hungering once again for human contact. And now the moistness oozed out of her vagina, down her crack to disappear in the mattress below.

At that instant she heard laughter. It was Josh and Nancy returning. Quickly, she sent Alex off to bed in the back and got her pajamas back on nearly the right way and crawled under the covers to wallow in her own cum. All she could do was feign sleep as the lights were still on in the camper.

"Oh, look she fell asleep before she could even turn the lights off," Nancy said as she leaned down to kiss her on the cheek. "That's funny," she said and paused. Jeane nearly died, but she only said, "Nothing," when Josh asked what it was.

"Wasn't that a total dud, Josh?" she said. "Naw, I thought it was great. I like those guys." "To hell with those guys, Josh, let's fuck." "Not tonight, I am tired and it was a hard day, besides we did it last night."

But Nancy wasn't going to give up that easily.

"How do I look?" she said as she stepped out of her clothes in an instant. "You always look great, Nancy, you know that, but put something on, Jeane is right there." "Ah, she's out cold. Come on give me your big cock, macho man."

Jeane could just see out of the slits of her eyes that Nancy had reached around the slowly disrobing Josh and unzipped his pants. "Let's see what ya' got, big guy."

Jeane never saw, because Nancy moved around him and slid her body seductively down his front. She fiddled there for just an instant and his pant mysteriously slipped to the floor. Quickly she pulled his undershorts down and let out a low mournful moan. "Josh, it's magnificent."

Josh's protests were apparently in vain as he stood stock still. Jeane could still not see what was going on, but her ears detected a sort of slurping noise. Silently, she rolled over slightly so she could see better, but all that was readily visible was a hairy rear end. She could see the muscles in his buttocks tighten and relax and very slowly his pelvis sort of started moving towards Nancy, then away.

His swaying became more exaggerated and Jeane could hear him panting and groaning over a background noise of something like someone slurping soup. Suddenly the noise stopped and in a low passionate voice Nancy said, "Take me Josh. I want this big cock in me. I want your cum to fill me up." "No. Keep it up. That feels great, Honey. I like it this way."

The struggle that ensued was hard to follow. Two practically naked adults (Josh still had on his shirt) proceeded to wrestle like little children. Only when Josh accidentally knocked something off of a table did he stop and say, "OK, dammit. Only be quiet about it or you will wake up Jeane."

He turned around and looked directly at Jeane, but she had her eyes closed, anticipating his move. Nancy moved around Josh and grabbed a couple of blankets out of the cupboard and threw them on the floor. As she lay down, practically right next to Jeane, she glanced over at her and gave her a big wink.

"Over here, Nancy, we can't do it right next to her. You know all of the noise you make." "No, this time I'll be quiet. Come here, quickly, Josh, I want it now." "Damn woman. Never seems to get enough of this," he whispered as be came over and knelt down between Nancy's wildly spread legs.

It was then that Jeane got her first good, close up, real life look at an erect penis. She gasped audibly, but Nancy, possibly expecting that reaction, continued babbling on about what a he-man he was and how he was hung and other tidbits of wisdom. Jeane saw that Josh's cock was obviously very wet as it glistened in the dim light from the camper ceiling.

He leaned over and placed his hands next to Nancy's waist and planted a juicy kiss on one erect nipple and practically fell on her. With virtually all of his weight on her he reached down with both hands and grabbed his penis. His hips bobbed around for a few seconds like a bouncing ball. Jeane was still breathless from seeing his cock it all its exposed glory. She knew what he was going to do now (she had paid attention in sex education class, after all), she just couldn't see anymore.

Then he paused and with a groan of almost pain his hips crashed against Nancy. She let out a subdued whoop of delight and wrapped her elegant legs around his waist. Then with another sort of slurping noise his hips rose as if pulled by a string and then sunk back into Nancy. With each return, Nancy moaned a seemingly dreadful moan, but her hands, around Josh's back, betrayed her intent to have him continue.

"Shut up. You'll have that kid waking up." "That's OK. She could learn something here." And glanced again over towards Jeane, faking sleep. For an instant their eyes met and Nancy smiled at Jeane.

Josh's response was unintelligible as his hip motion rapidly reached a fever pitch and he lower his face to Nancy and kissed her hard on the mouth. With a groan of his own he gave a final lurch stopped.

"Please, just a little longer," Nancy whimpered, as she desperately tried to continue the rocking of her hips. But she was pinned by the full brunt of Josh's weight.

As Josh tucked his head down next to Nancy's, she turned towards Jeane and with an odd expression on her face gave out a guttural cry and squeezed her muscular legs until Josh cried out in pain. "Aaaaarrrrgggghhh, that was sooooo goooood."

At that he rolled off and as he got up he said, "That ought to hold you for a few days."

"God, she's a heavy sleeper," he continued as he passed Jeane on his way to the bathroom, his limp cock flopping and dripping all the way.

When he was gone, Nancy got up and leaned over Jeane. "That wasn't one of his best shots, but it still felt good. Wait until you do it, Sweetie. I hope you enjoyed the view."

Jeane winked at her and snuggled further under the covers as Nancy gave her a moist kiss right on the mouth. "Ginger," thought Jeane. "Now where would she have gotten ginger." With her fingers dancing around her own clitoris, Jeane finally went off to sleep with a smile on her face and anticipation in her heart.

The next day found all of the campers rested and full of vigor. Josh declared this the day of the hike. He said, "Let's all go together. Togetherness is best."

So off they went. Most of the time Josh and Nancy lead the way. Jeane and Alex both giggled about the way that Nancy sort of clung to him on the trail. But they set a furious pace.

About noon, they stopped to eat lunch. Nancy said she had brought something along especially for lunch and said she needed a small fire. She gave instructions for setting things up to Jeane and said that she and Josh would be off to forage for firewood. Josh said he could get it, but Nancy insisted to going too. Jeane tittered as the went off arm in arm. She really wanted to follow them, but she couldn't leave Alex and she was afraid to take him along. After about forty-five minutes they returned, sans firewood. Nancy had a big smile on her face and Josh had this sort of satisfied look about him. Their clothes were all messed up. Nancy gave Jeane an great big wink and real cozy hug when she got back. All Jeane could make out when she hurriedly whispered in her ear was something like, "much better." Only after they had sat down did they realize that they had forgotten the firewood. With a rosy red face, Josh said he would go some, "alone, this time." He was back inside of five minutes with enough kindling for five fires.

The buckwheat pancakes were great, but it was not clear that either Josh or Nancy notice them. Out of the corner of her eye, she notice once that Nancy had slipped her hand inside of Josh's shorts. She disappeared a long way and Josh squirmed a lot as he tried to maintain some sense of composure. He didn't succeed too well. After lunch, Jeane suggested that she and Alex do some searching around a hillock close by. Nancy though it was a great idea, but Josh nixed the idea. "We should all stay together," he said. That seemed to put a pronounce damper on the party the rest of the afternoon.

When they got back Jeane renewed her suggestion that she and Alex take off to go swimming. Since Josh wasn't within ear shot when Jeane made the offer Nancy gave permission and with a passionate hug she bid the children off. "Take your time, she fired after them. "We will. Enjoy yourself" Jeane replied. The big beautiful smile in response was not lost on Jeane. The scheming little girl was busily working on a plan to get back and view the entertainment.

But the fates were not with her as Alex wanted to really swim. So Jeane had to content herself to playing make-believe tag and water football with Alex. The physical contact was a delight for her, but it was frustrating as her vivid imagination allowed her to see the intimate encounter between the impassioned adults.

After an hour or so they returned to find Josh alone. "Nancy went off to take a shower. We were invited to a party again this evening, I hope you don't mind." "Naw, we'll get along."

Jeane had an overwhelming desire to return to the ladies shower, but couldn't figure out a way to do it. In dejection, she just sat down and waited. Alex came over and tried to console her, even though he didn't know what was troubling her. As he put his arms around her, she felt a twinge of something very nice. "Maybe this won't be so bad after all," she thought. But Alex, obviously concerned interrupted her thoughts leaning very near her face and whispering, "Maybe we can look at each other again when they are gone."

Jeane about fell off of her chair, but she composed herself enough to smile back and say, "Ya. Don't tell anyone." "I know, Ma, doesn't want me to talk about that sort of thing either, but you are my friend, aren't you?" She leaned up and kissed him right on the lips. He knew what the answer was.

Nancy returned looking like a million dollars. Jeane caught her before she entered the camper where Josh and Alex were. "You sure look beautiful, Nancy. I wanted to come down to watch you shower, but I couldn't figure out how to do it." "Thanks, I sure would've liked you there. I suspect that Josh is going to stay a long time tonight. How would it be if I pretended to have a headache and come back early, after Alex has gone to sleep?"

Jeane hadn't expected that. "Well, maybe things were going to happen here, Nancy. Last night Alex saw me naked and he showed me his penis." "Did he say anything, Jeane?"

She paused for such a long time that Nancy had the answer she dreaded. "Oh, God, Jeane. Please don't tell anyone. I have been so desperate for some type of affection. We never screwed, Jeane, believe me." "I know. He was quite clear about certain things and I assumed others. He seemed to enjoy you as much as you enjoyed him."

"Well, Jeane, you already know that he isn't as 'immature' as I had implied, but I am not sure he knows enough to fuck. If you want to let him play with you like I do, go ahead. You will enjoy it, but I doubt that anything else will happen. He may be physically able to fuck, but I am not sure that he would want to or be encouraged to. He never seemed to get, how do you say it, turned on with me. He does have a nice penis doesn't he?"

"It is the first one I had really seen, except for babies. Then I saw Josh's and we saw those movies." "Oh, forget those movies. You never find those in real life. But I have found that size isn't everything anyway. It's not what ya' got, it's what ya' do with it, that counts."

At that the men stepped out and wondered what the girls were talking about. "Oh, just girl talk, Josh. You wouldn't understand. Let's be off and let the kids enjoy some time away from the adults," she laughed. The joke eluded Josh, but he was anxious to leave anyway.

After they left, Jeane, nervously fixed some sandwiches for them to eat. She really wasn't hungry, but Alex ate ravenously. If she hadn't have know better she would have been disappointed in Alex's lack of interest in their evening's activities. As it was, he acted like this was any other evening. "Calm down, Jeane," she told herself. "Maybe nothing interesting will happen anyway."

After the dishes were cleared up she turned around to figure out what to do next. Alex had placed himself squarely in front of the TV and was watching some innocuous program. "Would you like to do something else, Alex?" she hoped. "Naw, let me see this program."

Now she was disappointed. She decided that she should take the upper hand, that is what Nancy would do. She went into the bathroom and again changed into her baby-doll pajamas. She was tempted to leave off the panties, but thought better of it. She went over to Alex and sort of snuggled up to him. He responded to her putting her arm around him by doing the same to her, but his mind was on the boob-tube. Then she saw it. The TV cord ran right past her beautifully-turned foot. If she could just sort of get it wrapped around her and just sort of pull it sideways, it might just pull out of the socket.

"What happened," Alex cried as the TV went blank. "Fix it, Jeane."

"I'll try, but I don't know much about these things. After about five minutes of fiddling around with the TV. She got the bright idea to elicit Alex's help. "While I fiddle with the antenna, up here, could you get underneath me and turn those knobs," she tried. He complied by snaking his way between her and the TV, but she had left him little room. "Isn't this cozy?" she said. "Ya', but I want the TV."

Jeane persisted by having him continue to twist the knobs as she sort of writhed against him. At one point she actually got his head beneath her pajama tops.

"Now," she thought, as she pretended to topple backwards, pulling him over on her. She very nearly got the TV also, but thankfully not. As she lay sprawled on the floor with Alex draped over her, she wanted to just grab him and kiss him and do other things, but couldn't quite do it.

"Oooooh, I think I hurt myself," she cried. Alex quickly scrambled up and helped her up. "Help me to the sofa, please," she said. He laid her gently on her back and leaned over. "What can I do?"

"I seem to have hurt my chest, could you look at my chest and see what I did?" He slowly lifted her pajamas, but she urged him to take it off altogether. He sort of stared at her lovely upraised breasts and exciting little erect nipples. "Please massage them, they hurt so much."

"I know how to do that, I have done that for Ma."

Jeane just lay back and closed her eyes and basked in the gentle tender touch of Alex. He first gently kneaded around her small, but soft breasts, like he was kneeling a scone. His touch was warm and passionate. Then his fingers crept up to her ivory mound and traced around her tender areola several times, finally spiralling in to the awaiting nipple, turgid with passionate blood. She moaned in ecstacy as he delicately and unknowingly raised her ardor. He slowly leaned down and with just the very tip of his tongue he touched just the tip of her nipple. The electric shock brought a wave of heat over Jeane and she writhed in a delicious climax. He continued his interest in her sensitive nipples and her orgasm continued unabated for several minutes.

Finally, when she could stand no more she reluctantly reached up, cupping her own breasts under his electric tongue. "Enough, I can't take anymore, Alex."

"OK," he said and moved back. Jeane just wanted to lie there and bask in this delightful feeling. Nearly oblivious to her surroundings she did not detect the actions of Alex in removing her pajama bottoms until fait accompli, or nearly so. When she realized it she almost objected, but then thought, "What the hell."

As they finally slipped off, she said, for no apparent reason, "How do I look, Alex."

"Nice, real nice. You look much neater than Ma.

Some how she had lost any inhibitions. Maybe it was the warm room. Or maybe it was the barely perceptible feel of warm hands gentle caressing her body. Her mind wandered off into the netherlands as he delicately stroked her stomach, round and around, slowly edging down her sides to the outside of her thighs. Then ever so slowly he felt his way around to the marble-white virginal inner thighs and gently fondled the sensuous curves leading towards the awaiting cavern of delight.

Quickly she found herself rocketing out of control. She thrashed and twisted beneath his passionate petting. Her mons heaved in time to her heavy, almost labored, breathing as his fingers crept closer and closer to that warm moist receptacle beckoning him ceaselessly and irresistibly. Nearer and nearer, until just as they reached the soft labia and he began to trace the delicate line up to where they met and the exquisitely hooded clitoris residing in anticipation, Jeane was racked once again by the passion of still another orgasm. She could not hold back the verbal sign this time and the low moan scaled upwards, just as the charged emotions inside of her body soared, and ended in an animal-like cry of pure delight.

But Alex was seemingly not detracted as his warm fingers gently moved the soft covering hiding her erect clitoris and began tracing the base of that lovely and sensitive organ. Slowly he crept up that tiny organ, the home of such immense feeling, until with exquisite care he reached the top, the very tip, and another impassioned wail fell from her lips. The ensuing moments of pause were broken only by her laborious and loud panting. He leaned over once again and followed the exact trail left by his fingers, with his hot tongue this time. Twice on his way to the very tip of her clitoris she was overcome with passion and released the passion and lustful sensations within her.

Finally she could bear no more and slowly closed her legs, seemingly banishing him from her privates.

Alex simply said, "Jeane, what's wrong. I can do a lot more. Ma usually wants me to keep going lots longer than this. Did I do something wrong."

She was speechless, and just barely had the strength to reach up and enfold him in her arms. He allowed himself to be brought down to her side.

As he lay beside her on the sofa. He said, "Jeane, I sure feel funny. What is going on?" In a low hoarse whisper she asked what he meant.

He said, "Look."

She looked down and saw that his pajamas were bulging. Her heart stopped. With a weary smile stealing to her face she slowly got up and knelt next to Alex.

"Here let me look," as she slowly unbuttoned his fly and with trembling hands spread his pajamas open. His once flaccid penis was now at half staff, striving to erect itself against all odds. She was enraptured as they both watched it pulse with his excited heart beat and slowly, almost imperceptibly, creep up and up and up until finally it stood tall and proud and nearly as big around as her wrist.

"Oh, Alex, it is wonderful. Can I touch it." "Sure I'd don't care, but I don't know what caused it to do that. Will it go away?" "Sure. Together we can make it go away, but first I want to examine it."

A slight string of drool escaped Jeane's lips as she bent over his erect cock in the dim light of the camper. Slowly she reached out, scarcely daring to touch it. She was fascinated by this bulging, apparently hard staff, that pointed straight up as he lay back on the sofa. As Jeane stared intently at his tool, she stopping just short of grabbing it.

Her eyes drop down to take in the lose sack that dangled between his legs and rested on the sofa. Gently, she reached down and picked up his testicles, exploring each new wonder. After she had investigated each fold and lump, she eagerly allowed her hands to find and lock themselves around the base of his slowly throbbing penis. While still holding firmly with one hand, maybe to keep it from getting away, her other hand began a miraculous journey up the craggy sides, following fascinatingly a distend vein until it disappeared just beneath the base of his foreskin. As she continued up she squealed with delight as she found that his foreskin moved. Slowly she retracted it on its moist tracks until the flaming glans was revealed in all of its glory. Her other hand was fascinated by every pulse in Alex's body each bringing a new surge of blood to enlarge his organ.

Slowly she leaned over, just as he had done, and sought to run her tongue over his stiff staff. When she was about half way up his erection she heard Alex moan and felt his hips begin a rhythmic pattern up and down on the soft sofa. In just a short time his movement reached a fanatical pace and as they both stared in awe, open mouthed, Alex's wad shot up, nearly hitting the ceiling. Neither child could say anything as yet another gigantic shot surged upwards. For what must have been a minute they watched this magnificent performance, each succeeding ejaculation slightly less then the preceding one, until only a little oozed from him and ran down his erection.

"My, that was amazing," she finally said. "It sure was. I have never felt anything so wonderful in my life. Is that what you feel like when I play with your little man?" "I am sure it is. Can I still play with your BIG man?" "Sure, it feels nice."

She leaned down once again to continue her impassioned licking and to her surprise discovered the elusive ginger. "So that's what it was," she thought. The very though sending thrills down her spine.

She had heard from some of her more "worldly" friends of how men tended to screw and go on to other pursuits almost immediately and of how their dicks shrunk back down in size after they screwed so she longed to continue her play before that happened. She was much more fascinated with this manly post before her than that flabby dangly she had seen in the bathroom yesterday. For another few minutes she continued her relentless excursion around and up and down his sturdy projection, but it just continued to stand tall and throb in tune with Alex's breathing.

As she leaned back to once again view that magnificent creature one of her hands fell down to her own crotch. As she just stared at his in awe her fingers slowly sought her puny erection and fondled it producing a surge of electricity inside that seemed to demand release.

She lay down next to Alex, lying quietly on his back. Reaching over she encouraged him to roll on his side until he was facing her. She reached around him, pulling him to her and kissed him, hard, on the lips. This was the way one is supposed to kiss, she thought. Encouraged, he reached around and hugged back, but his still stout erection prevented him for doing more than just sort of leaning over. The sticky-damp glans lodged in the middle of her stomach bringing a sigh to her lips beneath the deep kiss. While he held her tightly she allowed one hand to drift down to his penis once again as the other continued to play around her clitoris, then creep down to her labia and slowly enter the hidden reaches of her vagina. "Suppose this was him," she thought. Then as her blood fiercely pounded in her head, she spoke out loud, "Why not."

"Alex, let's sit up." "Naw, this is fun. I like it." "I don't want to stop, but I've got a better idea. Take off you pajamas and sit in front of me cross-legged. They did. And for a few long moments they just sat there hungrily soaking up the beauty before them.

Alex reached out to gently cup her small, but luscious, breasts in his warm hands. Jeane extended her hand and caressed his nipples. A slow, fervent kiss exchanged their lips several times. Cautiously, at first, their tongues explored, as their hands softly and hesitantly meandered among the delightful hills and valleys of each other. Their nipple stood at rigid attention, her's being like lovely, ruby flowers stretching out to Alex. He paused a moment to delicately plant a warm, moist kiss on each sweet breast. Their fingers continued to enjoy their romped as children at play, which they were.

One of his hands crept up to stroke Jeane's hair and fell lovingly to gently massage her shoulders and back of the neck and ear; the other stole lower to her delicately smooth, creamy white inner thigh and delicately inched to her pubic area. It was still dripping wet with her vaginal juices from her too numerous to count orgasms. He gently traced the contours of her pubic mound and played with the sparse, but soft and downy pubic hair. He tenderly frolicked over the mons and cautiously ventured further.

Her hands were far from idle as she caressed his chest and arms and followed the contours down towards the deep and dark nether regions. As she reached the mound of soft hair surrounding his still rigidly erect penis, it quivering and quaked and maintained it urgent pose, proud and majestically upright. With supreme sensitiveness she once again slid the foreskin back to expose the glistening head at which she marveled a few minutes before. Her finger traced the edges of the glans around and followed it up to the narrow closed orifice. Oh, so, gently she lifted his stiff and forbidding penis up and looked it head on. Her soft fingers then touched a large serpentine vein and followed it full length, wondering lazily as she went. When she reached the root, the source of the enormous organ's strength, she extended her hand until she totally enveloped the rigid staff. The other hand stole down still lower to the testicles. In the heat of passion they were loose and pliable. As she valiantly tried to capture and hold one, Alex caused her to start.