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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan
Part: Chapter 11
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, anal, exhib
Revision: 1.2
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Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER ELEVEN

The next morning, I woke up later than usual. So late, in fact, 
that Erin had already left the cabin. When I peered over the side 
of the top bunk, I saw that Mom had also just woken up. She was 
farther along than I was, but still sleepy-eyed.

"G'morning, sweet pea."

"Morning, Mom."

"Did you sleep okay?"

I nodded. "You?"

She smiled, yawned, and stretched, then nodded slowly. "I think I 
had a little too much wine last night, though," she said with a 
rueful grin.

My stomach dropped. I quickly wondered if she even remembered all 
that had happened. What if she didn't remember? What if she did 
remember, but she was mad at me? What if...? A million different 
thoughts lashed at my brain, none of them good. I ruthlessly 
suppressed my rising panic.

"C'mon sleepyhead. Time to get up," she said, heading for the 
bathroom.

When she came out again, I was still in bed. I had a morning 
erection, and just watching her body as she walked out of the 
bathroom made it swell.

"What's keeping you? Are you feeling okay?" she asked, worry 
creeping into her voice.

I nodded, smiling, and decided that a morning erection probably 
wasn't going to startle Mom. Not at this point.

As I climbed down the ladder, my stiff penis bobbed in front of 
me. When Mom saw my hard-on, she raised her eyebrows and then 
looked up at me. I merely shrugged; she laughed, shaking her 
head.

I walked past her into the bathroom as she began brushing her 
hair. I brushed my teeth and then combed my hair. When I was 
done, my erection had subsided to the point where I could pee.

"Paul," Mom said seriously, when I came out of the bathroom, "we 
need to talk about last night."

Panic threatened to overwhelm me again and I stared at her, mouth 
suddenly dry.

"It's okay," she said gently, "I'm not mad or anything. We just 
need to talk about it."

She patted the bed next to her and I reluctantly shuffled toward 
her. She smiled as I sat down next to her. I was acutely aware of 
her body as she turned toward me to speak.

"What we did..." she started. "What we did wasn't... wrong, exactly, 
but a lot of people might not understand it." She took a deep 
breath and sighed. "I don't know if I understand it myself," she 
said quietly. "Mothers and sons aren't supposed to have sex."

"Why not?" I interrupted her.

"I don't know why not, and I can't come up with a really good 
reason. I guess it has to do with birth defects or religion... or 
both. But it's not supposed to happen."

I looked at her, suddenly blinking back tears. Panic at the 
thought of her rejecting me threatened to overwhelm me.

"Ohhh, it's okay, honey," she said. "I know, it's already 
happened with us. And it's my fault. I shouldn't have let it 
happen, but I just... I don't know what happened, Paul. I'd like to 
think that I had too much to drink. But I'm too honest with 
myself to believe that. I know that alcohol doesn't make you do 
things you weren't thinking about in the first place."

"You didn't like it?"

"Oh, honey, I liked it a lot. Too much. It's just that..." She 
stopped, searching for a way to express herself. "Well, what's in 
the past is in the past," she said with finality. "There's 
nothing we can do about what happened. We just need to make sure 
it doesn't happen again. Can you do that for me, honey?"

"What if I don't want to? I want it to happen again. I liked it."

"I did too, Paul. I really did. But we can't... I can't... let it 
happen again. Do you understand why?"

"No."

"Someday, you will."

"No, I won't. I love you."

"I love you too, Paul. But we can't do what... We can't have sex 
again."

"But what if that's not what I want?"

"I'm sorry, Paul, but that's the way it has to be." She put her 
arm around me. "Please, Paul, it has to be this way." She looked 
at me, holding my eyes with hers. I could see the pleading and 
the love in them. "For me," she said softly.

I shrugged, and she squeezed me tight, laying her face on my 
shoulder.

"I love you, Paul," she whispered.

"I love you too, Mom."

-----

While Mom and I were fixing breakfast, Susan came into the 
clubhouse. She walked over to talk to us and then we all sat down 
at one of the tables.

"How're you feeling today, Beth?"

"A little delicate. You?"

"The same."

The two women smiled ruefully at each other.

"Next time, one bottle of wine," Susan said.

"Definitely."

"How are you doing this morning, Paul?"

"Me? I'm fine."

"I'll bet you are," Susan said, chuckling. "I hope you two had a 
good time last night."

"We did," Mom said before I could answer. "And Paul and I have 
already had a talk about it. We both enjoyed ourselves, but it 
won't happen again."

"Are you sure?" Susan asked.

Mom nodded firmly. I just shrugged. I still wasn't convinced that 
Mom's reasons were any good. But what could I do?

"Okay, then," Susan said abruptly, changing the subject. "Paul 
and I have to head to town today to pick up the fiberglass roof 
panels. They should be in by now. Dwight wanted to start on them 
tomorrow," she said, turning to me. "He says you two work well as 
a team."

I blushed deeply and almost choked on my Fruit Loops.

"What's he talking about, Paul?" Susan asked.

"I helped him make his barbeque sauce yesterday morning," I half-
lied.

"Ah. Good. Anyway," she said, looking at me sidelong, "he says it 
should only take a couple of hours, if that, and I'll have a roof 
on my back patio again."

"That's wonderful," Mom said. "What time do you need to leave for 
town?"

"About half past noon. I'll feed Paul lunch, if you'd like."

"Paul?" Mom asked, turning to me.

"Fine with me."

"Okay, then, see you at noon."

With that, Susan got up and headed out the front door of the 
clubhouse.

-----

I spent most of the morning with Gina, Manfred and Jenny. Manfred 
and Jenny weren't too annoying to be around, and we all had fun 
in the lake. The girls floated on inflatable rafts and Manfred 
and I towed them around, when we weren't simply goofing off, that 
is. After a while, Gina and Jenny simply held their rafts 
together and let us swim around and generally act like fifteen-
year-olds.

By midmorning, I was waterlogged and thoroughly cold. I bid my 
friends farewell and headed up to our cabin to collect my 
clothes. I decided to shower at the cabin, and then go ahead and 
get dressed before I went to Susan's.

When I arrived at Susan's, I was a little early. I had to knock 
on the kitchen door twice before she opened it. As usual, she 
wasn't wearing her bikini bottoms around the house.

"Sorry, I was paying bills in the office. I didn't expect you 
this early. C'mon in."

I stepped into the cool of the kitchen and she shut the door 
behind me.

"Have you showered?" she asked, turned to look at me. "Yeah, I 
guess you have. Too bad..."

"Sorry."

"No problem, c'mon back to the bedroom. You can talk to me while 
I shower, and then you can help me pick out what I'm going to 
wear. We can make a quick lunch, and then we'll be on our way."

-----

"Are you excited?" Susan asked as I got back in the car after 
locking the camp gate.

I thought about it for a second, then nodded. I was definitely 
looking forward to seeing Stacy again. I didn't know what would 
happen, but it should be fun!

"Me too."

I looked over at Susan as she drove. The outfit we'd picked out 
was fairly simple. She wore her strappy sandals, a light blue 
gauzy skirt, and a tight white shirt with short sleeves and a 
scoop neck. No panties, no bra. Her shirt was so tight and thin 
that in direct sunlight I could easily see her nipples. Even in 
dimmer light, her nipples poked through and were clearly visible.

As I looked at her, I felt my penis stiffen. Not into a full-
blown erection, but into a comfortable state of semi-hardness. I 
also worked up the courage to ask her what I'd been dying to talk 
about the entire drive.

"Susan?"

"Yes?"

"Um... well..."

"What is it, Paul? There's no need to be shy around me. 
Especially now," she said with a smile.

"Well, there's something that Stacy did to you last time we were 
there."

"Mmm hmm."

"That I was kinda thinking about maybe trying."

"Mmm hmm." She gestured for me to continue.

"Maybe Stacy could teach me to... um... er... I mean, do you think 
Stacy could teach me how to go down on a girl?"

"Mmmmm, yes," Susan said, her eyes bright. "I think she could do 
that."

I could tell that Susan had really enjoyed whatever Stacy had 
done, and I made a mental note that I'd like to be able to make 
her feel like that too. The few close-up looks that I'd had of 
her pussy had fascinated me, and I was eager to learn more about 
how her body worked.

After that, the rest of the drive to town was relatively 
uneventful. We chatted about mostly mundane things; the whole 
time, however, I was thinking about Stacy, and my excitement 
built.

We pulled into the Winn-Dixie parking lot a few minutes before 
two o'clock. Stacy was waiting for us, carrying a gym bag. As she 
got in the car, she threw it across the back seat and then 
closely followed it, shutting the door behind her..

"I was so worried that you wouldn't be here," Stacy said 
breathlessly.

Susan smiled indulgently. I turned in the seat to hook my arm 
over the head rest so I could talk to Stacy, who was sitting 
almost directly behind me.

"Could you pull away from the store, out on the edge of the 
parking lot somewhere? Just for a second?"

"Sure," Susan answered. "What's up?"

"I want to change clothes before we go to the hardware store. I 
think I'm ready to try a little showing off in public."

Susan parked the car in the middle of the lot, away from any 
other cars. I watched, fascinated, as Stacy unzipped her gym bag. 
She took out some clothes and a small zipper bag. Then she 
systematically removed all her work clothes. She wasn't the least 
bit shy about stripping off her clothes in front of me. She even 
looked up and smiled, enjoying putting on a show for me. Her 
body, if possible, was even better than I remembered--thin and 
lithe, with firm breasts and little pink cone-shaped nipples.

Once she had her work clothes off, she stuffed them into the gym 
bag and opened the smaller zipper bag. She pulled out a compact 
and opened it to scrutinize her face. I hadn't noticed her 
wearing make-up the last time I'd seen her, although in 
retrospect, I suppose she had been. Her make-up was understated, 
and actually made her look better instead of covering up. She 
studied herself in the small compact mirror and decided she 
looked okay.

Stacy separated the two pieces of clothing she'd pulled from the 
gym bag. Susan had also turned in her seat to watch, and suddenly 
Stacy looked up at us and grinned infectiously.

"I brought the cut-off overalls."

"I like those," I said.

"I thought you would," she said, grinning.

She lifted a red t-shirt and held it up so we could see. It had 
been cut off at about the midriff. Stacy put her arms through and 
then pulled it over her head. When she tugged it down and put her 
arms at her sides, it didn't quite cover the bottom curve of her 
breasts.

"It took me three tries to get it cut right," she said, examining 
the shirt. "First, I cut it way too long. And then I cut it much 
shorter, but when I moved, you couldn't see enough. Finally, 
this!" she said with a flourish.

She lifted her arms and folded them behind her head, closing her 
eyes and arching her back in a stretch. The shirt lifted to 
reveal the entire underside of her breasts. I almost chuckled at 
the sight of her, wearing only an abbreviated red t-shirt, nude 
from practically the nipples down.

When she opened her eyes and lowered her arms, she was grinning. 
I looked at Susan, and she was grinning as well.

"Very nice," Susan said.

I nodded enthusiastically.

Stacy pulled on her cut-off overalls and began buckling the bib.

"Remember," Susan said, "the key is to make it look like it's an 
accident, like you didn't mean to expose yourself."

Stacy nodded. "I'm not brave enough to go out without the shirt 
yet. I thought I'd try this first. Besides," she said pulling the 
leg of the overalls to the side, "these're big enough that 
somebody should be able to catch a glimpse, if I want 'em to."

As she pulled the leg of the overalls to the side, I could see 
all the way up her inner thigh right to her brown pubic hair.

She finished off her outfit with a pair of sandals and then 
tugged her skimpy t-shirt into place.

"Voila!" she said with another flourish.

"Very nice," Susan said appreciatively. "Ready to hit the 
hardware store?"

"Like a tornado!"

-----

At McMaster's Hardware, Susan quickly found Mike, the owner's 
son, and asked about our fiberglass panels.

He was polite about it, but he couldn't keep his eyes off Susan's 
nipples. She practically beamed as he offered to help her load 
the panels in the back of the station wagon.

Stacy grabbed my hand and pulled me to the garden section in the 
back of the store.

"Hello, Stacy," an older man said as we stepped out onto the 
large covered patio.

"Hiya, Mr. McMasters," Stacy said cheerfully. "This is my friend 
Paul."

I stepped forward to shake his work-callused hand and we traded 
greetings.

"What can I do for you today?" he asked, his eyes roaming over 
all her exposed skin. I hid my grin as she flirted shamelessly 
with him.

"I was thinking about some of the mixed seeds you have, and maybe 
some of the smaller pots," she said, pointing to a top shelf 
where the smaller pots were stored.

As she did so, her shirt predictably rode up, and I saw the older 
man's eyes open wider as the entire bottom curve of her right 
breast was revealed. The thing she hadn't counted on, however, 
was the bib strap. The strap trapped the fabric of the t-shirt 
and caused it to bunch as she lowered her arm. The denim of the 
overalls simply grabbed the cotton of the t-shirt better than the 
smooth skin of her breast did.

I smothered another grin.

Mr. McMasters' gaze had not followed her arm as she pointed, 
being riveted to her partially exposed breast, and he belatedly 
looked up. He had started to sweat, and took out a red bandana to 
wipe his brow. From her right side, he could see the entire 
enticing curve of her breast.

"Just let me get the step ladder and we'll see what we can do for 
you," he said.

In a moment, he returned with an aluminum step ladder and set it 
up. As he looked up to make sure he'd set it up in the right 
place, Stacy poked me in the ribs, gesturing at me with her eyes. 
She wanted me to climb up and get the pots and seeds.

No problem. What did I care?

"Here, Mr. McMasters, why don't you let me climb up there and get 
'em?"

"Why, thank you, son," he said, stepping back.

 From the top of the step ladder, I reached for the small pots.

"Four please," Stacy said up to me.

I obediently stacked four of the small pots on top of the tray 
containing packets of mixed seeds and slid it off the shelf. 
Instead of letting me simply climb down with the tray, Stacy 
reached up with both hands to take it from me. One glance at poor 
old Mr. McMasters told me why she'd done it.

With both her arms in the air, her cropped t-shirt had ridden up 
until only her nipples were hidden, just as she'd planned. With a 
smirk, I held the tray just out of her reach, enjoying the 
expression on the old man's face as he took in the sight before 
him. Finally, I lowered the tray to where she could reach it. I 
climbed down as Mr. McMasters once again whipped out his bandana 
and wiped his neck and brow.

"Thanks, Paul," Stacy said.

"No problem."

When I reached the bottom rung, I could appreciate why the old 
man was so interested. When she had raised both hands, Stacy's 
crop-top had ridden up and been trapped by the bib straps. Only 
her nipples were hidden by the buckles of the straps. The outer 
curves of both her breasts were clearly visible.

She took the four small pots off the seed tray and picked out 
several packets of mixed seeds. Then she handed the pots to Mr. 
McMasters to hold and gestured for me to climb back up the step 
ladder. Once at the top step, she reached up to hand me the tray. 
She stretched far higher than she had to, however, getting the 
tray well over her head. I could have just as easily reached down 
to lift it, but I was enjoying watching her put on her show.

As she extended her arms to hand me the tray, she twisted a 
little, and I could tell from the look on her face that something 
unexpected had happened. I looked down and could clearly see that 
her right breast was almost fully exposed, puffy nipple clearly 
visible. Poor old Mr. McMasters nearly dropped the flower pots he 
was holding, bobbling them and only catching them at the last 
instant.

With a grin, I took the tray from her and slid it back on the top 
shelf. When I climbed down, she had straightened her t-shirt and 
was blushing furiously. Mr. McMasters was even more flustered 
than Stacy, and had turned as red as his bandana.

"Thank you, Paul," she said. "I think this is all I need today, 
Mr. McMasters. Thanks again."

"Any time, Stacy," he said, whipping out the bandana once again.

When we reached the front register to pay for the flower pots and 
seeds, Susan was waiting for us. She was listening to Mike 
McMasters talk about something, but I didn't catch what.

When we came up, she shot us an amused expression. The son rang 
up Stacy's purchases and with a wave, we headed out to the car.

On the way to Stacy's trailer, she recounted the entire episode 
to Susan, who listened with a wry grin of amusement.

"Sounds like you had fun."

"Yeah! Right up until my entire tit popped out!" she said, 
blushing.

"You shoulda seen the look on poor old McMasters' face. He turned 
about as red as his bandana!" I said.

"Wow!" Stacy exclaimed. "It was fun, though. And really 
exciting."

As we entered the trailer park, Stacy spoke up from the back 
seat.

"You know what I wanna do?"

"What?" Susan asked, looking at her in the rear-view mirror.

"I wanna take my clothes off in the car and then leave 'em off as 
I go inside!"

Stacy's was the last trailer on the row, with only one trailer 
opposite hers, so there was little danger of her being seen. But 
it still sounded exciting.

"That sounds like a great idea," Susan said, "I think I will 
too."

I could feel both women looking at me. I caved.

"Yeah, me too," I said.

We pulled up to the trailer and Susan turned off the car. She 
lifted her hips and pulled her skirt over her legs. With grins 
all around, we quickly stripped off our clothes.

"Put your clothes in the gym bag," I said to Stacy over the seat, 
"and hand it here. We'll stuff our clothes inside too, and I'll 
carry the bag."

Stacy looked delicious sitting in the back seat wearing only her 
sandals and a smile. She quickly stuffed her clothes, as well as 
the flower pots, in the bag and handed it forward. I took Susan's 
clothes and stuffed them with my own into the bag, zipping it up 
when I was done.

"Ready?" asked Susan.

"Ready," Stacy and I chorused.

As one, the three of us opened our doors and casually walked 
toward the door of the trailer. When we got there, Stacy turned 
around in a panic.

"My keys! They're in my overalls."

I grimaced and opened the gym bag. I rummaged around inside and 
eventually found the pocket with her house keys. She was clearly 
flustered by standing outside her trailer with no clothes on, but 
Susan looked amused. There was nothing I could really do except 
look for the keys, so I didn't worry about it. For some unknown 
reason, I was unconcerned. If someone saw us, they saw us.

When I handed her the keys, Stacy hastily opened the door and 
bolted inside. Susan calmly followed and I brought up the rear.

"Wow!" Stacy exclaimed as soon as the door was shut. "Thank you 
for doing it with me," she said excitedly.

She threw her arms around Susan and hugged her. Just as quickly 
she released Susan and wrapped her arms around me. I had just 
enough time to drop the gym bag with our clothes before she 
reached me. I wrapped my arms around her and she hugged me tight.

Feeling her nude body against mine, my penis quickly filled with 
blood. I felt it press against her soft skin and I could tell by 
the way she clutched me tighter that she felt it too.

When she released me, she looked down between us to where my 
springy erection was pressed against her stomach. Then she smiled 
up at me and wiggled her hips.

"I got so hot and wet in the hardware store," she said, her arms 
still around my neck.

She reached between us and grasped my erection, then began 
rubbing it against her pussy. Her pubic hair scraped a little at 
first, but then her labia separated and I felt her warm wetness. 
She was practically dripping. She closed her eyes and bit her lip 
as she rubbed the head of my erection across the sensitive folds 
of her vulva.

Susan moved quietly behind Stacy and wrapped her arms around the 
younger woman. She began to caress Stacy's very erect, very puffy 
nipples. Stacy moaned in pleasure and leaned back into Susan, 
still rubbing her pussy with my dick.

Stacy's eyes opened and with a lustful look, she slowly sank to 
her knees in front of me. Susan sank with her, never removing her 
hands from Stacy's breasts. Her hand still on my erection, Stacy 
stroked me a few times and then opened her mouth.

She could only take a few inches of my dick in her mouth, but it 
was enough. She stroked the base of my erection while she sucked 
and licked the head. She bobbed her head in time with her 
stroking and I relaxed and enjoyed the sensations she was 
creating in my dick.

I felt her move and looked down at the two women kneeling at my 
feet. Stacy pulled my dick from her mouth and leaned back into 
Susan.

"Let me suck him off," Susan said in a husky whisper. "Then he'll 
last longer the second time."

Stacy nodded hastily and the two of them switched positions. 
Stacy watched in fascination as Susan attempted to swallow my 
entire penis. She almost succeeded. She started off taking me 
very deep, leaving only a couple of inches outside her mouth. 
Each time she bobbed her head, she'd take me a little deeper.

Stacy shifted around to cup and caress Susan's breasts, obviously 
enjoying watching her suck my dick. Susan moaned and the 
vibration in her mouth made my cock swell. She impaled herself on 
my erection once again, this time taking me so deep that her nose 
brushed my wiry pubic hair.

She clamped her lips around my erection and paused. Then she 
opened her lips and slowly took more of my cock in her mouth. I 
felt the head of my dick in the back of her throat as she clamped 
her lips around the base and breathed through her nose. I was in 
heaven as she shut her eyes tightly and moved her tongue against 
the underside of my penis.

She slowly withdrew her lips from my shaft, letting me pop 
completely out of her mouth. She took a deep breath and licked 
the head, smiling me. Gripping the base of my saliva-slick shaft 
with her right hand, she took me into her mouth again.

She took me deep and wrapped her lips around my shaft, taking a 
breath in preparation for sliding my cock all the way into her 
throat. Once again, she opened her lips and slowly, exquisitely 
swallowed the remaining inch. Breathing heavily through her nose, 
she simply held me in her mouth, her lower lip pressed firmly 
against my balls. As she withdrew my member from the warmth and 
wetness of her mouth, she massaged me with her tongue.

Stacy was watching in amazement as Susan took my length deep into 
her throat. Smiling up at me, Susan licked the crown of my dick 
and stroked my slick shaft with her thumb and forefinger. She 
then wrapped her lips around my glans and began to pump my dick 
with her hand.

She swirled her tongue around the tip as she stroked me toward my 
impending orgasm. With a rush, I felt my come boiling up through 
the shaft of my dick. Susan felt it too and began to pump harder. 
My semen spurted into her mouth and a look of ecstasy washed over 
her face. She pumped my cock and swallowed as I ejaculated. Pump 
and swallow, pump and swallow.

When I finished spurting my seed into her waiting mouth, she 
released her lip-lock and smiled up at me. With her right hand, 
she stroked my slick penis, milking the last drops from my shaft.

I looked down dreamily and saw that Stacy had dropped one hand 
from Susan's breasts and was busily rubbing her smooth pussy.

Stacy withdrew her hand from Susan and looked up at me.

"Let's go back to my bedroom," she said.

I swallowed and nodded, helping them both to their feet.

-----

Stacy's bedroom was a small, tidy room, dominated by her queen-
sized bed.

Without words, Stacy directed Susan to the head of the bed. She 
then crawled on the bed herself, spreading Susan's legs as she 
moved forward. Susan bent her knees and spread her legs wide to 
accommodate the younger woman. I marveled at the sight of Susan's 
smooth pussy lips spreading open to reveal her inner parts.

"Stacy?" I asked hesitantly.

"Hmm?" she said, turning to look at me, as if seeing me for the 
first time.

"Will you... Will you show me how to go down on a woman?"

Stacy looked up at Susan from between her legs. "Do you mind?"

Susan licked her lips and shook her head.

Stacy smiled and nodded, scooting to the side and gesturing for 
me to lay down next to her. Then she scooted the rest of the way 
forward until her face was nearly touching Susan. I was a little 
to the side, but I had an incredible view of Susan's pussy.

I was amazed. Her normally smooth, pale pussy lips were pinkish-
red and swollen. The folds of her inner lips were just peeking 
out, topped by the hood where the inner lips came together at the 
top of her slit.

Stacy licked the tip of her index finger and looked at me.

"Always make sure your finger is wet if you touch a woman's 
pussy," she said, setting the tip of her index finger at the 
bottom of Susan's opening. "You can get it wet with her juices, 
if you want," she said, moving her index finger in small circles, 
"but a pussy is tender, so you don't want to scrape her with 
rough, dry fingers."

I nodded and watch raptly as she slowly inserted her finger into 
Susan, up to the second knuckle.

"Have you ever seen a pussy this close up?" Stacy asked, a 
twinkle in her eye.

I nodded. Then I shook my head. At the helpless and confused look 
on my face, Stacy laughed brightly. With a pained expression, I 
looked up at Susan.

"You wanted to do this," she said. She smiled, taking the bite 
out of her words.

I looked back to Stacy, who grinned at me and returned her 
attention to Susan. Stacy gently thrust her index finger back and 
forth in Susan's pussy, and when she withdrew it completely, it 
was slick with moisture.

Stacy shifted a bit and brought her left hand up to Susan's 
pussy. With her thumb and index finger on either side of Susan's 
slit, she gently opened her outer lips. She ran her right 
forefinger up the seam of Susan's inner lips to the folds of the 
hood. Moving her left hand slightly, Stacy slowly pulled the 
folds of the hood back and revealed more of Susan's pussy to me.

"See that little pink berry there?" Stacy asked, pointing with 
her right forefinger.

I nodded.

"That's her clit. It's like the head of your dick, only much more 
sensitive. And it's the secret to getting a woman off. But the 
real trick is not to touch it directly. Or not much. Rub the base 
of it through the folds of the inner lips here," she said, 
indicating with her left hand. Susan moaned appreciatively.

"Like your dick," Stacy said, "her clit will get erect when she's 
excited. Sometimes it'll peek out of its little hood. If it does, 
put your lips around it and gently flick it with your tongue."

Stacy stuck her right forefinger back into Susan's pussy and let 
the outer lips relax back against the hood covering her clit. 
Then Stacy slowly thrust her finger back and forth, once again 
coating it with Susan's lubricating juices.

"Also, the crease between her inner and outer lips is real 
sensitive," Stacy said, running her slick finger up between 
Susan's lips. Susan shuddered and drew a deep breath. Stacy 
smiled and then looked at me. "When you first start, before you 
really get her going, run your tongue between her inner and outer 
lips, flicking the side of her clit at the top. She'll love it."

"Also, most of the skin around her pussy is sensitive too, don't 
spend all your time on her lips and clit. Kiss her where her leg 
joins her pussy. Kiss her inner thighs. Kiss her pussy. Run your 
tongue lightly over her slit. Give her clit a flick at the top, 
run your tongue in a circle around it. Tease her."

"Now give me your hand," Stacy said.

I obeyed and she turned it palm up. She folded my fingers back, 
leaving my index finger extended.

"Now this is just about as important as the other stuff," she 
said seriously. "Slide you finger in, gently. She's wet, but not 
dripping yet."

I did as I was told, marveling at how slick and tight Susan's 
pussy was. I was amazed that it expanded enough to engulf my 
dick. I wasn't the size of Dwight, but my dick was quite a bit 
larger than my finger. I paused when the second knuckle 
disappeared in Susan's pussy.

"Keep going, all the way in."

I obeyed.

"Now crook the end of your finger."

I did and Susan gasped.

"That little spot is real sensitive. Feel how it's kinda like a 
little hollow back there? You can feel the little recess?"

I nodded enthusiastically.

"That little spot is almost as important as her clit. You can 
stick your finger up there and lick her clit, and she'll shoot 
over the moon," Stacy said with a smile. "Now, pull your finger 
out slowly. Feel the ridges on her pussy walls, real little 
ridges?"

"Yeah!"

"Only the first part of a pussy has a lot of nerves. The rest of 
it is there so you have somewhere to keep shoving your dick," she 
said, smiling at me. "The first couple of inches is for a woman, 
everything past that is for a man. If you wanna make a woman feel 
really good, make sure you pay attention to those first couple of 
inches."

I nodded seriously.

"And the last really important part is this; it's easy for a guy 
to start whenever he wants, take a break, and then get going 
again. With a woman, it's one long ride from beginning to orgasm. 
It's longer, slower, and better. So if you wanna take a break, 
make sure that you don't make her take a break too. Unless you 
wanna start from scratch.

"Oh yeah, make sure you tell a woman how nice they look, and ask 
what feels good. You talk to a woman, and she'll eventually tell 
you everything that makes her feel good. She may not tell you 
with words though, so pay attention to how she reacts. Her 
body'll tell you what it likes, you just make sure you're paying 
attention."

The whole time she'd been talking, Stacy had been rubbing her 
left thumb in little circles at the top of Susan's slit, 
caressing the base of her clit. I looked up and Susan had her 
eyes closed and was biting her lip, breathing heavily through her 
nose.

"Now, you watch while I have some fun," Stacy said.

I nodded and she turned back to face Susan's pussy. I was amazed 
at the complexity of it all. I knew I wanted to learn how to 
please a woman, and I decided that if I liked having my dick 
sucked, then I should learn to go down on a woman as well. Not 
only did it seem fair, it seemed like a lot of fun as well.

I quickly shifted my attention back to Stacy as she flicked her 
tongue out and licked from the bottom to the top of Susan's slit. 
With her right hand, she gently spread Susan's outer lips and ran 
her tongue up the divide between the inner and outer lips. She 
repeated the maneuver on the other side, and Susan shuddered in 
pleasure.

Stacy kept her left thumb working in circles at the top of 
Susan's pussy and began to flick her tongue into and out of the 
opening in the inner lips. Then she licked from bottom to top 
once again, using more pressure with her tongue, in order to part 
the inner lips.

"God, but you've got a beautiful pussy," Stacy said softly.

"Mmmmm," was all the Susan managed in reply, as Stacy began 
flicking her tongue in earnest.

I was entranced by how gently Stacy would manipulate Susan's 
smooth pussy and at each reaction that Susan had. Stacy continued 
licking Susan's inner lips, flicking her tongue up under the 
folds of the hood to caress her clit. Then Stacy put her entire 
mouth on Susan's pussy and I thought I could see her tongue 
moving over the tender flesh.

I looked up and Susan was breathing deeper, her face and chest 
flushed. Stacy stuck first one, then two fingers into Susan's 
pussy and began to slowly pump them back and forth. I watched in 
amazement as the inner lips slowly turned darker and spread out 
like the petals of a flower opening in bloom. It was like nothing 
I'd ever seen before, and I was mesmerized.

I watched, enraptured, for several minutes as Stacy licked, 
flicked, and probed Susan's pussy. Her outer lips were now 
swollen and dark pink, and the inner lips had gone from a pale 
pink to a much darker shade. They seemed to have flared out and 
gotten fleshier too. Susan's entire pussy was by now covered in a 
slick coating of saliva and her own juices. Susan was whimpering 
softly and had begun to buck her hips up at Stacy's teasing 
tongue.

All of a sudden, Stacy pulled away from Susan's pussy and looked 
at me. "Fuck me, please," she said in a husky voice, still 
probing Susan with her fingers. "Do it real slow. But don't come 
in me. Okay?"

I blinked at the apparent non sequitur; when I nodded, she 
quickly returned to Susan's pussy.

I climbed to the edge of the bed and rose on my knees. I don't 
know how long I stayed like that, looking down at the bewitching 
sight before me. Susan was leaning back against the pillows at 
the head of the bed. She had her knees up and spread wide, and 
her hands were caressing her breasts, rubbing her nipples gently 
under her palms. Stacy's lithe, nude body was pointed like an 
arrow at Susan's pussy, her head making little circles as she 
licked and sucked.

The spell was broken when I heard Stacy's urgent moan and I 
looked down to see her humping her hips into the bed. I looked 
down at her in wonder. Her legs were slightly spread, and I could 
easily see her pussy peeking out from between her thighs.

I moved so that I straddled her them and began rubbing her pussy 
lips with my fingers. She was soaking wet and I easily slipped 
two fingers inside her. With my right hand, I aimed the tip of my 
penis at her exposed pussy. I placed one hand on the small of her 
back for balance and began to slowly thrust my hips forward. The 
heat of her pussy washed over my penis as I penetrated her thatch 
of pubic hair. I continued thrusting my hips forward and soon 
felt the head of my dick spread her pussy lips and enter her.

Once I knew that I was on target, so to speak, I put both my 
hands on her hips and slowly pushed myself into her. Her pussy 
was as hot and tight as I remembered, and she moaned as I sank my 
length into her.

When I looked up, Susan was looking at me. Her eyelids were half 
drooping, and she had a languid smile on her face. I returned the 
smile as she suddenly fluttered her eyelids and closed them 
tightly, rolling her head from side to side and moaning. She 
removed her hands from her breasts and put them on Stacy's head. 
As Susan began to buck her hips up into Stacy's face, I drew back 
and started slowly fucking Stacy's pussy.

I fucked her with a steady, measured rhythm. As I pumped my dick 
into Stacy's steaming pussy, Susan plucked a small pillow from 
beside her and held it against her mouth to stifle her rising 
moans. When Susan came, she was holding Stacy's head between her 
legs with one hand while holding the pillow to her mouth with the 
other. I watched in fascination as Susan climaxed--hard, judging 
by the rising scream of pleasure that the pillow only barely 
muffled.

When Susan's orgasm began to subside, she let the pillow fall 
from her face and took a deep, ragged breath. Her face and chest 
were flushed a deeper red than before.

She looked at me for one brief moment and then her eyes rolled 
back and she opened her mouth and moaned again. Her moan steadily 
rose in volume until she had to replace the pillow to stifle her 
screams. I couldn't see what Stacy was doing, but Susan seemed to 
be rolling from one orgasm to the next. She was now bucking her 
hips wildly, still holding the back of Stacy's head with one 
hand. I was so enthralled watching her come that I had completely 
stopped fucking Stacy.

When Susan's rolling orgasms finally subsided, she once again let 
the pillow fall from her face. She looked at me drunkenly, and 
then broke into a smile of deep and total contentment. Then, she 
rolled her head back onto the pillows and went limp.

Stacy reached back with her right hand and placed it on my hip, 
pushing me back. I took the hint and reluctantly pulled my dick 
from her gripping pussy. I threw my leg over hers and she slowly 
came up on all fours.

"I want you to come in my ass. Wait right here," she said as she 
got off the bed.

When she returned, she had the jar of Vaseline and a towel.

Stacy got back on the bed and began to grease my cock. When she 
finished, she wiped her hands on the towel and looked up.

"Do you have a vibrator?"

I blinked, then realized that Susan was looking at us from the 
head of the bed.

"Huh?" Stacy asked.

"Do you have a vibrator?" Susan repeated.

Instead of answering, Stacy leaned over, opened the nightstand 
drawer, and withdrew a pink plastic vibrator. Susan reached for 
it and Stacy quickly handed it over.

"If you want, I can--"

"It's not for me," Susan said, interrupting her. She swung around 
in the bed until she was lying on her back with her head pointed 
at the foot of the bed. "Straddle me like we're going to sixty-
nine," she directed Stacy. "Only, I'm too sensitive right now. 
Okay?"

I didn't know what she was talking about, but Stacy obviously 
did, and quickly complied.

"Mmmmm, yeah," Stacy said. Then she looked over her shoulder at 
me. "Fuck me in the ass, Paul. As slow as you can. Please."

Who was I to argue? I scooted up behind her, and she spread her 
knees to make sure I had room. Susan set the vibrator on the bed 
and reached up to spread Stacy's ass for me. I gripped my slick 
penis at the base and aimed it at the little pink flower of 
Stacy's ass. She gasped as she felt the head enter her. I put my 
hands on her hips and slowly slid my entire length into her 
backside.

"Mmmmm, yeah," Stacy practically moaned. "Fuck poor little 
Stacy's ass."

So I did.

I had just begun pumping my dick into Stacy when Susan's hand 
reached out to retrieve the vibrator. I heard it begin to hum and 
wondered what Susan was going to do.

I didn't have to wait long. Stacy gasped and then moaned. An 
incredible sensation flowed through my penis when I felt it too. 
I gasped as I realized that Susan must've shoved the vibrator 
into Stacy's soaked pussy.

Susan began stroking the vibrator in and out of Stacy, timing her 
strokes to match my own slow, deliberate thrusts in and out of 
Stacy's ass. The feeling was incredible. I didn't think I could 
last long at this pace, however. Not with the extra stimulation 
Susan and the vibrator were providing.

To prolong things as long as I could, I buried my cock in Stacy's 
ass, leaned forward to wrap my arms around her, and fondled her 
perfect little breasts. She moaned in pleasure as my cock filled 
her ass and Susan filled her pussy with the vibrator. My hands on 
her nipples, however, were too much for Stacy, and she began to 
shudder with the beginnings of an orgasm.

She began rocking her hips quickly, moaning low in her chest. And 
then with a keening sound, she threw her head back and came. I 
could feel her orgasm surging through her as her ass spasmed 
around my dick. I felt my own orgasm beginning to boil up as the 
rhythmic contractions in her pussy spread to her ass.

"Fuck me, Paul! Fuck me hard! Come in my ass!"

I released her breasts, put my hands on her hips and began 
pumping her for all I was worth. My hips slammed into her ass as 
I pounded her, forcing her to cry out with each thrust. I managed 
four or five long, hard strokes before I felt my semen surging up 
my shaft. I quickly slammed my dick in her to the hilt. With a 
start, I realized that I didn't feel the vibrator in Stacy's 
pussy anymore.

I had just begin to wonder what Susan had done with it when I 
felt the slippery plastic move my balls aside. Susan pressed the 
vibrating toy against my prostate and I erupted. I squeezed my 
eyes shut so hard that I saw stars on the backs of my eyelids. I 
felt like my entire body was being emptied into Stacy through my 
penis. I gripped her hips so hard that she cried out, but I was 
oblivious. My existence had shrunk to include only my spurting 
shaft and the vibrator.

I think I must've passed out for a second or five, because the 
next thing I remember, I was panting and looking down at the 
beautiful arch of Stacy's back before me. I don't remember Susan 
shutting off the vibrator. I don't remember releasing the death 
grip I had on Stacy's hips. I don't remember much after I began 
spurting into her ass. I found myself kneeling behind her, my 
arms hanging limply at my sides, gasping for breath and hanging 
my head forward against my chest. Her back heaving, I could tell 
Stacy was breathing as hard as I was.

Slowly, very slowly, I withdrew my half-hard dick from her ass. 
When I looked down, Susan's face greeted me with her best "cat 
that at the canary" expression. I collapsed back onto my heels 
and then moved out of the way so Stacy could roll off of Susan. 
We lay there, three heaps of smiling, sweating flesh, gasping for 
air, completely drained.

Susan was the first to rise, and as she slowly stood up, she 
looked at me and smiled.

"Can I use the shower?" she asked Stacy, who could only nod her 
head weakly. "Thanks. You two can have it after I'm done."

While Susan was in the shower, Stacy regained enough strength to 
prop herself up on her elbows. She still hadn't entirely caught 
her breath, but she smiled drunkenly at me nonetheless.

We heard the water shut off, and in a few minutes, Susan walked 
into the bedroom, looking disgustingly fresh and cheerful. Stacy 
mustered enough energy to crawl to the edge of the bed. When she 
stood, she reached down and tugged my arm. I reluctantly moved, 
slowly getting up to follow her. Susan smiled and winked at me as 
Stacy pulled me off to the bathroom.

In the shower, Stacy stood under the spray and let the water run 
over her body, wetting her curly brown hair and plastering it to 
her face. She brushed her hair out of her face with her hands and 
smiled at me. She stepped back a little and pulled me forward 
into the spray.

Stacy gently pushed me back and lathered a washcloth. After she 
had washed and rinsed herself, she wrung out the washcloth and 
lathered it a second time. She gently washed my entire body, 
spending extra time on my penis, tenderly lathering my pubic hair 
and cleaning me thoroughly.

She stepped back again to let me rinse off. With a mischievous 
smile, she stepped forward, wrapped her hand around the back of 
my head, and pulled my lips down to hers. Suddenly, she was 
plastered against me, her tongue darting into my mouth. I kissed 
her back, wrapping my arms around her and holding her tight. When 
she felt me kissing her back, she ground her hips against me. I 
was surprised that my dick even responded after such a powerful 
orgasm, but it stirred against her.

She released my head and began kissing my face and neck. Dragging 
her slick, and very erect, nipples over my stomach, she kissed 
her way down my torso. As she sank to her knees, she continued 
kissing my abdomen, and then finally planted kisses all the way 
down my hardening shaft.

She pulled me into her mouth and eagerly began sucking my half-
hard penis. Unfortunately, after so little time since coming in 
her ass, half hard was the best I could do. I wanted to get fully 
erect, but my poor penis had other, more laissez-faire ideas. 
After a few minutes sucking, Stacy released me and smiled.

"Too soon?"

I nodded and she smiled knowingly. I then reached down to helped 
her to her feet.

She turned and pressed her back against my chest, nestling my 
half-hard penis between her cheeks. She leaned back and raised 
her arms, lacing her fingers around my neck and letting the water 
sluice over her chest. I reached forward and cupped her slick 
breasts, eliciting a deep sigh of satisfaction from her.

We stood like that for several minutes, until with another sigh, 
this one of resignation, she unlaced her hands and bent forward 
to turn off the water.

-----

As we toweled off in the bathroom, Stacy looked up at me, her 
eyes suddenly full of emotion.

"I don't even know your last name," she said.

"Hughes," I said. I looked speculatively at her.

"Kenner."

Suddenly, she was in my arms again. She hugged me tight, laying 
her face against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and 
nuzzled her damp hair. I couldn't fathom the emotions running 
through her body, but I understood at some instinctive level that 
all I needed to do was to hold her. So I did.

Finally, she released me and leaned back to look up into my face, 
a few inches above hers. She sniffled, blinking back tears, and 
smiled at me.

"I know so little about you."

"What would you like to know?" I asked gently.

"Everything."

"That's a long story."

"I know," she said, sniffling again. "When can I see you again?" 
she asked hopefully.

"I don't know really. Let's talk to Susan."

She nodded and opened the door to the hallway.

-----

When we looked in the bedroom, Susan had straightened up. The bed 
had been put back together and the vibrator was presumably back 
in its drawer. But Susan wasn't there. We quickly found her 
sitting at the kitchen table drinking a glass of tea.

"I hope you don't mind that I made myself at home," she said.

"Be my guest," Stacy said lightly.

"Susan, Stacy wants to know when we're coming back to town."

Susan thought for a moment, "Next week sometime." Stacy's face 
fell. "Getting into town, just the two of us together, is kind of 
complicated," Susan said gently. "But if we plan it right, we may 
be able to stay longer next time." Stacy's expression brightened. 
"Why don't I get your phone number and I can call you tomorrow 
and let you know?"

Stacy hastily wrote her number on a notepad and handed it to 
Susan.

"I don't think it'll be before Tuesday, but I'll call and let you 
know."

"Okay. Thanks."

"And now... Young Paul and I have to be getting back," Susan said, 
picking up the gym bag to retrieve her clothes.

Stacy looked at me, her eyes pleading.

"Susan, can I have a few minutes?" I asked.

She looked up from the gym bag, looking first at me and then at 
Stacy. "Okay," she said. "Just don't be too long."

Susan quickly pulled her shirt over her head and slipped into her 
skirt. She strapped on her sandals and came over to Stacy. The 
two women shared a quick hug.

Stepping back, Susan looked at me. "I'll be in the car. I'll see 
you in a few minutes." With that, she stepped out the door and 
closed it softly behind her.

Stacy wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tight. Once again, 
I wrapped my arms around her and rested my cheek on her still-
damp hair.

"I can't wait to see you again," she said softly, her face 
against my hairless chest. "You make me feel so safe."

I simply held her, not needing words. The feeling of her nude 
body pressed against mine was almost electric. As she pressed 
herself against me, I felt my penis stir and begin to stiffen.

After a few moments' silence, she said quietly, "If you can, I 
want you to come inside me before you have to go." As if my penis 
had somehow heard and understood her, it stiffened still further, 
now almost fully erect. "I want you to come inside my pussy. I 
want you to come inside Stacy's hot little pussy."

"Are you sure?"

"Mmm hmm," she said, suddenly serious. "My period's due in 
another two or three days, so it should be okay. I think I want 
to get on the pill. I want to feel you fill me with your come."

My dick quickly became fully erect.

"Mmmmm. Someone likes the idea... Now, I really want to feel your 
come inside me. I want to wave goodbye to you with your come 
filling my pussy."

She wrapped her arms around my neck and I grasped her hips. Using 
her arms for support, she wrapped her legs around my waist. I 
carried her over to the kitchen table and she loosened her legs 
around me. As I stepped back a little, my dick sprang up. Stacy 
quickly wrapped her hands around my shaft and set the tip against 
her very wet pussy.

She laced her fingers behind my neck and looked up at me, her 
eyes smoldering. "Now fuck me hard and fast. Come inside my hot 
pussy. Fill me with your seed."

I quickly sank my length into her pussy. She was soaking wet and 
I easily slid home. Without prelude, I began pounding my cock 
into her. She held my eyes with hers, willing me to go faster. I 
gripped her hips, pounding into her for all I was worth.

Quickly, too quickly, I felt my balls boil over. With a final 
grunt, I slammed into her and felt the semen rushing up my shaft. 
I closed my eyes and leaned against her, holding her tight as I 
spurted my hot come into her pussy.

When my spurts finally subsided, I opened my eyes and pulled back 
to look at her. She kissed me, quick and hard, and squeezed her 
legs around my hips, holding my deflating cock in her pussy. I 
returned her kiss fiercely. I ran my hands up her sides as she 
leaned back. Looking down into her eyes, I tenderly cupped her 
breasts and tweaked her nipples with my thumbs.

She released her legs and I reluctantly stepped back. Stacy 
quickly slid off the table and to her knees. With a hand towel, 
she expertly cleaned our combined juices from my flaccid penis 
and then stood up.

She reached for the gym bag to help me look for my clothes. I put 
them on as she handed them to me, then picked up my socks and 
sneakers. I could put them on in the car. We had kept Susan 
waiting long enough. It was definitely worth it, I thought, but 
we needed to get back to camp before dinner.

Stacy flowed back into my arms.

"When you wave goodbye, you'll know that I'm full of your come."

I nodded quietly, a grin of wonder spreading across my face. She 
kissed me quickly and then walked me to the door, still nude. She 
waved as I got into the car. I set my shoes and socks on the 
floor and waved to her, thinking of her pussy, her tight little 
pussy, full of my come. She winked at me as she waved.

Susan waved as well, and we drove off.

"I think she likes you," Susan said cheerfully.

I think I blushed six shades of red.

-----

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