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Subject: {ASSM} "Summer Camp - Book 2" by Nick Scipio - Ch 17 (mf, teen, oral, anal, first)
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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
Part: Chapter 17
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends 
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: mf, teen, oral, anal, first
Revision: 1.02
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This piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. It 
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All characters in this story are fictitious; any similarity to 
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Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

The next day, I was up bright and early. Too early. No one else 
was up, but I was ready and raring to go. I did my usual Friday 
workout and then jumped rope. Because I didn't want to tire 
myself out, I kept things reasonable and quit after twenty 
minutes.

Mom and Dad were up when I went back into the cabin. Mom smiled 
as soon as she saw my dopey grin. (I couldn't help myself!) I 
slipped off my workout shorts and took a quick shower. I probably 
didn't need to, but I shaved as well. I think I was also 
beginning to understand what Dad had meant when he said I'd get 
tired of shaving. It wasn't so bad if I only had to do it once in 
a while, but everyday might get a little tedious. _Who was I 
kidding?_ I thought. I liked shaving--it made me feel like a man.

On the way down to the clubhouse, I started thinking about why I 
was so excited. It wasn't _just_ because Gina and I would be 
having sex. Of course, I'd had sex before. But with her, I knew 
it would be different. It would be _more_. At least, that's what 
I hoped.

Gina and I had a real connection, and I knew this would be more 
than just sex. Mom had said that when she was with Dad, it was 
different, deeper and more emotional. I hoped it would be like 
that for Gina and me.

When I entered the clubhouse, she and her mom were already there. 
Gina looked up and smiled when I came in. Her face lit up, and I 
felt like I was going to turn to jelly. She looked so happy, I 
thought she must be quivering with anticipation. I might even be 
quivering myself, I decided.

After breakfast, Mom went to join Gina and her mother. I wanted 
to make sure everything was ready with our stuff and the car, so 
I waved goodbye to the three of them and then walked back up to 
our cabin. I got the car keys from the dresser and went around 
back to the station wagon.

When I opened the tailgate, I realized that I hadn't even 
remembered to grab my new backpack or the large inflatable raft 
when we'd come home Tuesday night. I slung the backpack over one 
shoulder and picked up the deflated raft. Before I turned away 
from the car, however, I had a brilliant idea. I hadn't 
originally planned on taking the raft (I hadn't even remembered 
it), but instead of taking it to the cabin, I tossed it back into 
the car's rear cargo area. _It might just come in handy,_ I 
thought. After all, an inflatable raft can double as a mattress.

Inside the cabin, I grabbed a large blanket and a couple of 
towels. They went into the bottom of the pack. In another flash 
of insight, I threw in a bottle of suntan oil and a bar of Ivory 
soap. (You never know what might need to be cleaned for, ahem, 
reuse.) I put a flashlight in my pack as well.

On a whim, I tossed in my razor, the pack of fresh blades, and my 
can of shaving cream. When I couldn't think of anything else to 
take, I put a clean t-shirt on top of everything. I knew what I 
_might_ do with the razor, but I definitely didn't want to answer 
any awkward questions about it when we packed other things in the 
backpack. With that, I zipped the pack shut.

Down at the clubhouse, Gina and our moms were busy preparing food 
for us to take. I tried to distract myself by talking to Manfred 
and Jenny for a few minutes. They were eagerly anticipating our 
hike to the quarry the next day, so that's mostly what we talked 
about. Knowing them, it would be a daylong boff-fest. _Knowing 
Gina,_ I thought dryly, _it might be a daylong boff-fest for_ us 
_too._

When I told them Gina and I were going on a picnic by ourselves, 
Manfred's jaw dropped and he simply stared at me. Jenny elbowed 
him in the ribs and he closed his mouth. At that point, he arched 
his eyebrows inquisitively and made a few vaguely sexual gestures 
with his hands. Jenny rolled her eyes, apologized with her 
expression, and dragged him out of the clubhouse.

A little after ten o'clock, all the food was ready. The women had 
made ham and cheese sandwiches for lunch, and fried chicken for 
dinner. We took an entire six-pack of Cokes, as well as a large 
bottle of water. Susan even produced a wicker picnic basket which 
included plates and silverware. Once all the food was packed in 
the basket, I lugged it to the car.

Since we were going beyond the camp gate, Susan suggested we wear 
clothes--at least a shirt and shorts. I started to protest, but 
then I imagined slowly taking off Gina's clothing. My objections 
died unvoiced.

I simply threw on a t-shirt and some shorts, but when I saw Gina, 
my heart almost stopped. She was wearing a pair of tight, shiny 
cobalt blue shorts and a skimpy white halter top, which left her 
midriff bare. She looked devilishly attractive.

She handed me a folded towel and a small stack of other things: a 
large-handled comb, hair barrettes, a washcloth and some soap 
(_Good idea_, I thought ironically), and a small bottle of 
shampoo. I dutifully stored it all in my backpack.

Gina gave her mother and father a hug and then turned to me. When 
she clasped her hands behind her back and batted her eyelashes, I 
wanted to sweep her into my arms or something equally dramatic. 
Finally, I hugged Mom and then thanked my parents for letting me 
borrow the car.

By the time we were ready to go, it was almost ten thirty. Gina 
got in the passenger side and I slid behind the steering wheel. I 
backed onto the sandy road and we waved to our parents again. 
When I put the car in gear, she looked at me and grinned. I took 
my foot off the brake, and we were off.

-----

The whole time we were driving away from the camp, I had the 
gate's lock combination running through my mind. As I drove, I 
started to panic. What if I forgot the number? What if I got it 
wrong? What if the lock wouldn't open? What if it had rusted shut 
since the last time someone opened it? How would we get past it 
if it wouldn't open? What if...?

What if I were an idiot?

If the lock wouldn't open, I'd do what any sensible young man 
would do: I'd back up, turn the car around, and head back to 
camp. _No I wouldn't!_ I thought. _Mom's car could take the 
abuse, and I was willing to pay for any damage. Ramming speed, 
Mr. Sulu!_

(For the record, the lock opened smoothly on the first try.)

As soon as we pulled away from the gate, Gina wanted to take her 
clothes off. I stopped her with a look and a wink. She still 
fidgeted in anticipation. Even though I wanted to pay attention 
to her, I needed to be on the lookout for the turn-off. Susan had 
told me how to find the hidden road to the glade, but I still had 
to drive slowly to avoid missing it. The wait was excruciating, 
and it seemed like we were going two miles an hour.

Just when I thought we'd gone too far, I spotted the almost 
invisible break in the forest. Right where she'd told me to look, 
I saw the gnarled pine tree with the notch in it. Gina looked at 
me a little skeptically as I slowly turned off the main road. 
When we broke through the tall stand of weeds, she almost gasped 
at the sight of the hidden road. I drove until we reached the 
natural clearing and then put the car in Park. With a flourish, I 
turned off the engine and grinned at her.

I got out of the car and took a moment to get my bearings. Susan 
had told me to look for the small rock outcropping next to two 
large pine trees. She had described the path we needed to take to 
get to the glade, but I was pretty sure I could remember the way.

We had too much stuff for me to carry by myself, so I slung the 
backpack over my shoulders, hefted the picnic basket, and let 
Gina carry the inflatable raft. She looked at me curiously when I 
handed it to her, but I merely grinned and suggestively waggled 
my eyebrows at her.

It wasn't all that difficult to find the pool and falls, and it 
was just as I remember it. Once we rounded the low hill, Gina 
sighed appreciatively. A broad beam of sunlight speared down and 
bathed the glade with an otherworldly glow. The ground was mostly 
covered with soft pine needles, but the tall rocks were weather-
beaten and bare. One of them even looked big enough for us to lie 
atop.

"Paul, it's beautiful," she breathed.

"Mmm hmm."

She hopped up and down gleefully and then dropped the raft. When 
she impulsively threw her arms around my neck, I almost dropped 
our picnic lunch. She kissed me on the cheek several times and 
then let me go, grinning shyly.

"So you like it?" I asked rhetorically.

"Oh, _yes_."

"Good. Lets get our stuff set up and I'll start inflating the 
mattress."

"Is that what this thing is for?" she asked as she gently toed 
the heavy, folded plastic.

"Mmm hmm."

"I wondered..."

I smiled broadly and we began looking for a suitable place to set 
up. We picked a spot underneath a stand of large, old pine trees. 
They formed a sort of natural amphitheater, facing the falls and 
pool.

Blowing up the raft took _a lot_ longer than I thought it would. 
While I was inflating it, Gina started to take off her clothes. I 
got her attention and shook my head.

"Why not?" she asked a little petulantly.

I pinched off the plastic nozzle. "I want to do it," I said.

"Why? I mean--" She thought about it for a second. "Oh." Her 
expression brightened considerably. "_Oh._"

I grinned shamelessly.

"Yeah," she practically purred.

When the queen-sized raft was fully inflated, I set it on the 
ground and we spread our blanket upon it.

"Let's unpack our stuff first," I said.

She rolled her eyes and looked pointedly at the blanket-covered 
air mattress.

I shook my head. "We'll have plenty of time."

She grumbled, but didn't argue.

Unpacking mainly consisted of folding our towels into makeshift 
pillows and sinking our Cokes into the cold water at the base of 
one of the rocks.

While Gina was bent over to close the picnic basket, I came up 
behind her and gripped her hips. I pressed my burgeoning erection 
into her soft ass and she gasped. When she stood upright, I ran 
my hands up her torso and cupped her cloth-covered breasts. Her 
nipples hardened under my palms and she moaned softly.

"Oh, God," she said. "I've been waiting so long for this."

"Mmm hmm." I kissed her shoulder. "Me too."

With my left hand, I pulled her hair to the side and began 
kissing up her neck. Instead of returning my hand to her breast, 
I ran it over the front of her shorts. A wave of heat washed over 
my fingers as they delved between her legs. She sighed deeply and 
leaned against me.

I continued kissing up her neck until I reached her ear. Once 
there, I nibbled on her earlobe and she shuddered. My fingers 
worked over the humid crotch of her shorts, pressing against her 
mons, building her arousal.

She squirmed when I tickled her ear with my warm breath. I 
grinned to myself and gently exhaled again. I played with her 
pussy and her breasts for a few more minutes and then put my lips 
against her ear.

"Don't move," I whispered.

She nodded shakily.

I stepped back and quickly shucked off my shorts and t-shirt. As 
I stepped toward her, my stiff cock bounced gently, as if in 
anticipation. I pressed it against the satiny fabric of her 
shorts and started kissing her neck again. The white halter left 
her shoulders bare except for a thin strap, so I nibbled and 
kissed along her mahogany skin.

I ran my hands up her taut stomach and then underneath her shirt. 
When I encountered the smooth underside of her breasts, she 
sighed. I ran my hands up over the globes and cupped them, 
pulling her against my bare chest. Her breathing grew quicker and 
more ragged as I gently kneaded her breasts, lightly pinching her 
nipples as I did.

When I started rocking my hips--which rubbed my penis against her 
ass--she moaned and let her head loll against my shoulder. I 
dipped one hand under the waistband of her shorts and felt my way 
toward her sex. Her soft, sparse pubic hair parted before my 
questing fingers.

I pushed my middle finger along the length of her slit, feeling 
the moisture and heat seeping from within. She shuddered when I 
pulled my hand back and then gently teased her hooded clit.

I dropped my other hand away from her breast and pulled her 
shorts down over her hips. She whimpered when I took my hand away 
from her pussy to lower her shorts completely. Nevertheless, she 
kicked them off and I stood, my bobbing erection bumping against 
her leg on the way up.

I teased her for a few more minutes, gently twisting her nipples 
and sliding my finger over the slippery skin of her labia. When I 
finally took off her halter, she turned to face me. Her nipples 
pressed into my chest as we kissed with growing hunger.

With gentle nudges, I guided us onto the air mattress. When we 
stood in the middle of it, I slowly sank to my knees, tugging her 
with me. She reached between us and firmly gripped my shaft, her 
fingers painfully squeezing my girth in her haste. We continued 
kissing as I gently lowered us to the blanket.

I pushed her onto her back and then lay beside her. When I rolled 
onto one elbow and resumed kissing her, she reached for my 
erection. While we kissed, I gently parted her labia with my 
fingers and started spreading her moisture around.

We kissed for several long, delicious minutes. She stroked my 
shaft while I moved my fingers in gentle circles over her clit. 
When we finally broke the kiss, I smiled at her. Her eyelids were 
droopy and her face was beginning to flush with desire as I bent 
to kiss the hollow of her neck.

I scooted down a little and captured her left nipple between my 
lips. She held me against her chest as she hissed in pleasure. 
Once I had her nipple at attention, I switched to her right 
breast. Alternating between them, I quickly had her nipples hard 
and shiny with my saliva.

When I rolled to my hands and knees, my cock pulled out of her 
grasp. She whimpered at the loss, but quickly forgave me when I 
began kissing down her stomach. I stopped for a moment at her 
navel, dipping my tongue in it and making her stomach heave with 
pleasure.

Her legs parted easily when I moved between them, but I didn't 
withdraw my tongue from her bellybutton. She kept squirming as I 
teased the sensitive skin, alternately kissing and licking.

By now, I had one finger buried inside her steaming pussy and was 
busily teasing her clit with my thumb. She thrashed her head with 
pent-up desire as I slowly, languorously kissed from her navel to 
the top of her pubic hair. I inhaled the scent of her arousal and 
planted a kiss on the soft hair coving her mons.

Finally, I pulled my finger from within her and settled between 
her legs. I put my palms on her inner thighs and pushed her legs 
farther apart. For a moment or two, I simply blew cool air on her 
heated labia, causing her to shudder.

Teasing her, I kissed every place but where she wanted me to. I 
kissed along her inner thighs, eliciting soft cries of delight. I 
trailed my lips over the junction between her thigh and her body, 
teasing the sensitive skin with my cheeks as I did. My mouth was 
so close to her pussy that she could feel my breath, but I never 
put my lips directly against her.

It was driving her mad, and she soon began bucking her hips, 
trying to get me to kiss her pussy. After several minutes of 
delicious torture, I gave in and licked the length of her slit. 
Her outer labia were already plump with her arousal as I spread 
them with the tip of my tongue. Her inner lips were puffy as 
well, so I sucked them into my mouth and teased them with my 
tongue.

I shifted a little and brought my right hand up to her pussy. 
With my fingertip, I spread some of her moisture around and then 
slowly slid the entire finger into her. Her insides were velvety 
smooth and very hot. When I withdrew my finger, it was covered in 
her juices. I couldn't resist sticking it in my mouth for a 
taste. Then I slid it back into her and started gently sawing it 
back and forth.

Her pussy was tight, but not as tight as I expected, so I slipped 
another finger inside her. Her inner walls quickly accommodated 
both fingers, and I was soon lazily thrusting them in and out.

I wanted our first orgasms of the day to be when I was inside 
her, so I deliberately kept my pace slow and paid attention to 
her reactions. Her hips were gently gyrating as I licked her, but 
I could tell she wasn't close to coming.

Eventually, I rose and crawled up her body. When I kissed her, I 
knew she could taste her own juices on my lips. That thought 
aroused me even more, since I suddenly had an image of her 
licking Kara's pussy.

The tip of my penis bumped against her pussy and she flinched. 
When she realized what it was, she smiled broadly and looked deep 
into my eyes.

"Are you going to do it now?" she asked.

"Are you ready?"

She nodded quickly.

I rocked my hips and rubbed the underside of my shaft against 
her. She put her forearms along my upper arms and gripped my 
shoulders. Whenever my glans rubbed against her clit, she arched 
her back and moaned softly. I kept that up until her eyes flew 
open and she pleaded with me silently. With a grin, I kissed her 
quickly and then sat back on my haunches.

Looking down at her, my heart swelled with love and a welter of 
other emotions, desire chief among them. Her breasts were 
flattened against her chest a little bit, but still held their 
shape well. Her rib cage stood out as her soft belly fluttered 
with her irregular breathing. With her legs spread around me, the 
flare of her hips was exaggerated and made her look even more 
feminine.

"What?" she asked, her voice a little anxious.

"I was just thinking about how beautiful you are."

"You were?"

I nodded and then ran my hands along her outer thighs. When I 
reached her knees, I hooked my fingers behind them.

She gasped when I rocked my hips forward and rubbed my length 
over her slick pussy. When I pulled back, she closed her eyes and 
simply enjoyed the sensation.

"Are you ready?" I asked quietly.

She bit the inside of her lip and then quickly nodded. "I've 
_been_ ready."

I smiled as I reached for my erection. Then I gripped my shaft 
firmly and rubbed the head against her engorged labia. My pre-
come quickly combined with her flowing juices and lubricated my 
glans.

When I set the tip at her opening, I looked up and met her gaze. 
I mouthed, "I love you," and her eyes glittered as she smiled.

"I love you, too," she said aloud. She licked her lips in 
anticipation and smiled.

I don't know what I expected, but I tensed my muscles and 
prepared to overcome any resistance. Then I eased my hips forward 
and began to enter her. I meant to shove just the head into her, 
since I expected to encounter _some_ sort of barrier. When I 
didn't, my hips kept moving forward of their own accord. She was 
extremely tight, but I met practically no resistance as I slid 
into her.

Her eyes clamped shut and she arched her back as I buried my 
entire length within her. Our pubic hair mingled and I looked 
down at her with growing concern. Her eyes were still shut 
tightly and her nostrils flared as she breathed. Her lips were 
drawn into a thin white line. I quickly bent over and supported 
myself on my elbows, my face close to hers.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't mean to stick it all in at once."

She nodded and relaxed a little. "Oh, God. I thought it would be 
like a finger, only bigger," she said hoarsely.

I simply held myself immobile above her.

"You're a _lot_ bigger than a finger."

I guess the fact that she was actually talking was a good sign.

She looked at me and smiled feebly. "No _wonder_ I can only get a 
couple of inches into my mouth." She panted for a moment and then 
focused on my face. "You're _big_."

I smiled as warmly as I could. "I'm not _that_ big," I said, 
acutely aware of the truth of the matter. Still, _something_ 
within me swelled with pride at being told my dick was big. "It 
gets better," I said.

She blinked a few times and then nodded. "I know." She smiled 
guiltily. "Kara kinda told me what to expect."

"Ah. Okay."

"She didn't say I'd feel like I was going to split in half, 
though."

"Well..."

"Oh," she said, looking at me earnestly, "I like it, it feels 
good. It just... um... pinches."

"Do you want to try later?" I asked solicitously.

She shook her head quickly. "If you pull out of me now, Paul 
Hughes, I'll never speak to you again."

"We tried that once," I said dryly. "It didn't work. Remember?"

She looked at me sharply. When I grinned at her, she actually 
laughed. "Ow," she gasped. "I guess I'm not ready to laugh yet."

"Okay," I said, "I'll be serious."

With that, I kissed her. I wanted to take her mind off the 
discomfort caused by my invading member. She eagerly responded, 
and we were soon kissing passionately.

When we broke the kiss, she looked into my eyes. "Um... aren't you 
supposed to be doing something?" she asked piquantly.

I arched my eyebrows.

She smiled and then pulled my face down to hers. Instead of 
kissing me, she pressed her cheek against mine. "I love you, Paul 
Hughes."

"I love you, too," I whispered.

"Come inside me," she said softly. "Make me a woman."

I pulled back and looked into her eyes. They were full of love 
and desire. The set of her expression still held a trace of 
discomfort, but she smiled and nodded.

When I started to withdraw my cock, she gasped. She saw my 
concerned expression and quickly smiled reassuringly. Her pussy 
was very, _very_ tight, and gripped me firmly.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Mmm hmm. I'm ready. Kara said I'd get used to it pretty quick."

"Okay," I said hesitantly.

She bit the inside of her lip. "Less talking," she said with 
determination. "More fucking."

I tried not to laugh as I complied. At the end of my stroke, I 
pushed back into her. She inhaled deeply through her nose, but 
didn't flinch. I took long, slow, even strokes for a minute or 
two. Her pussy didn't appreciably loosen its grip, but her 
expression gradually changed from determination to enjoyment.

When I settled into a steady, comfortable rhythm, I looked into 
her eyes. Most of the pain was gone and she looked like she was 
actually starting to get some pleasure from my thrusts.

"We're doing it," she said at last, a little breathless.

I merely nodded.

"Am I doing it right?"

I bent to kiss her. "You're doing fine."

She bit the inside of her lip and closed her eyes.

Thrusting into her felt like I was sinking my dick into a velvety 
smooth vise. She was incredibly hot, and very wet, but also 
tighter than almost anything I'd ever experienced. (Except Amy, I 
thought errantly. I ruthlessly suppressed the thought and 
concentrated on Gina.)

As I thrust into her, I bent to suck her left nipple, pulling it 
gently with my lips and flicking my tongue against it. She 
whimpered in pleasure and pressed my face to her soft flesh. I 
gently clamped down with my teeth and then switched to the other 
nipple. When they were both erect, I began alternating between 
them, still stroking in and out of her molten pussy.

"Oh, God," she said. "I've wanted this for so long."

"Mmm hmm."

"I want you to come in my pussy," she said. "Oh, God. You feel so 
good inside me." She arched her back and closed her eyes. "Later, 
I want you to come in my mouth." Her eyes popped open, glassy 
with lust. "And then I want you to come in my... oh, God... oh, yes...
I want you to come in my ass."

Suddenly, I looked into her eyes and saw the fire of anticipation 
and lust. I quickened my pace, heedless of the discomfort it 
might have caused her. Her tight pussy walls caressed my length 
as I slid into her, and then sucked at me as I withdrew. I could 
feel every ridge and crevice of her vagina, and the heat and 
moisture were getting to me.

Her cries and moans of ecstasy drove me faster, but the look on 
her face triggered my climax. Her expression was full of love, 
trust, eagerness, and joy. I was giving her what she wanted, what 
I wanted, what _we_ wanted. I was giving her what we'd waited a 
year to share. Body and soul, she was mine and mine alone.

I plunged into her one final time and ground my hips against her. 
Body and soul, I was hers, and she knew it. Her hands fluttered 
against my sides, silently spurring me on. I felt the come 
boiling up in my balls, but time stood still and it seemed to 
take forever.

I clamped my mouth shut as intense pleasure grew in my groin and 
then radiated outward. All of a sudden, the floodgates released. 
A rush of adrenaline washed over me as the first surge of semen 
coursed up my shaft.

"I'm... gonna... come," I said through gritted teeth.

"Come inside me," she whispered throatily. "Make me a woman. Make 
me _your_ woman."

I threw my head back as my dick swelled and released the first 
torrent deep within her. The sensations flowed through my body 
like quicksilver, racing along nerve paths and suffusing me with 
jangling, ecstatic, rapturous pleasure. With the second powerful 
spurt, I arched my back and cried out.

As I emptied myself into her, I vaguely heard her crying out as 
well. At first, her cries were distant and muted. But then my 
senses gradually expanded to include her. Suddenly, we were the 
only two people in the world. The sharp, tingling edge of my 
orgasm receded as I looked down at Gina. I looked down at my 
lover. It was like we were in a bubble, and nothing outside our 
joined bodies existed.

I could feel the liquid heat of her pussy surrounding my gently 
pulsing cock. The sound of her breathing filled my ears and 
drowned out my own breath. The heaving of my chest was matched by 
hers, her hard brown nipples rising and falling as she sucked in 
oxygen. Her hands caressed my shoulders and upper arms, feeling 
my muscles and squeezing gently. My hips pressed against her 
thighs, forcing her legs apart, holding my cock inside her.

For what seemed like hours, I stared down into her dark eyes, so 
full of emotion. I felt my breathing slow and I swallowed, trying 
to restore some moisture to my parched lips and tongue. She 
smiled as well and then licked her lips.

Her lips.

Lips I wanted to taste.

I bent my head and settled onto my elbows, mashing her breasts 
with my own muscular chest. Our breathing was still heavy as we 
kissed with growing urgency, our tongues dancing and sliding 
along one another. She moved her legs along my flanks and moaned 
into my mouth as her pussy contracted and squeezed my erection.

We kissed for a long time, simply enjoying the pleasure of each 
other's body. I pulled back and kissed along her throat, tasting 
the saltiness of her perspiration. At the hollow of her neck, I 
nuzzled gently, making her gasp with pleasure. My slowly 
shrinking cock slipped from her pussy and she whimpered at the 
loss. I kissed my way back up her neck to her chin.

"You didn't come," I said at last, still panting lightly.

She shook her head. "It was better."

I arched an eyebrow.

"If I'd come, I'd've been too far gone to pay attention to 
_you_."

"Oh."

"This way," she said with a smile, "I got to see you, to feel you 
as you came inside me." She grinned shyly. "For the very first 
time."

I nodded.

"That only happens once. This way, I'll remember it."

"But--"

She shook her head, cutting me off. "We've got plenty of time," 
she said, throwing my earlier words back at me.

I nodded sheepishly.

"I can't wait to come with you inside me, though," she said. 
"Kara says it's much better when you've got a guy inside you."

"She does, does she?"

"Mmm hmm," she purred. "And your dick is just _perfect_ for me. I 
knew it would be. Long, hard, and thick."

"I'm glad you like it. It's the only one I've got."

She grinned and kissed me deeply. When she pulled back, she 
looked at me seriously, her eyes full of love and devotion. "And 
it's all for _me_."

-----

"It was kinda weird having our parents help with this," I said a 
little while later. I was on my back and had my arm around Gina. 
_The inflatable-raft-cum-air-mattress was a good idea,_ I thought 
distractedly.

"Yeah, I know what you mean," she said as she idly played with my 
semi-hard penis.

"Never in a million years did I think our parents would see us 
off as we went to have sex for the first time."

"Yeah," she said. "It's kinda freaky."

"Mmm hmm."

"It was even weirder when we were fixing the food."

"Oh?"

She nodded. "I could tell that my mom was pretty excited. Yours 
kinda was too. It's like they were reliving it, you know?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Last night was kinda weird too. After we left your cabin, I had 
a big talk with Mom."

"I figured," I said.

"I guess she wanted to make sure I was serious about... well... you 
know... this."

"Uh-huh."

She propped herself on one elbow and looked down at my face.

I smiled at her and gently brushed my fingers against her face, 
tucking her hair behind her ear.

"That wasn't the truly weird part. After I convinced her I was 
really ready," she said, "she told me some things we might like 
to try."

"You're _kidding_ me."

She shook her head and grinned shyly. "Like doing it... um... back 
there," she said, looking over her shoulder. "You know, in the 
ass."

"Really?"

She nodded. "She said I might like it, or I might not. But she 
said you'd be a good guy to try it with, 'cause you'd stop if it 
hurt."

"Oh. Wow."

"Mmm hmm. I don't think it'll hurt, though. I mean, it might, but 
I want you to have every part of me. So I want you to... um... you 
know... I want to try it back there." She blushed a little, but her 
eyes lit up with anticipation.

"When we were doing it, and you said that, I almost exploded 
right then," I said. "I mean, that was so out of the blue."

She bit the inside of her lip and nodded. "I could tell that you 
got excited when I said it. So now I really wanna try it."

"Right now?" I asked uncertainly.

She shook her head. "There're a couple of other things I wanna 
try first."

"Oh?"

"Mmm hmm. Mom gave me lots of ideas. Kara did too. It was kinda 
weird having a conversation with my mom about different ways to 
have sex, though."

"I'll say."

"But it was really cool, too. She told me some other things we 
can try." She paused for a moment and her eyes twinkled 
mischievously.

"So? Are you gonna tell me?"

She shook her head. "They're surprises."

"Please?"

"Uh-uh."

"Okay," I said glumly.

"Awwww, poor baby." She gripped my tumescent penis and squeezed 
gently. "Are you ready for the first surprise?"

"Sure."

"Mmmmm, me too."

She kissed her way down my body, never letting go of my slowly 
swelling member. When she climbed between my legs, I put my hands 
behind my head and relaxed. She took my dick in her mouth and 
quickly sucked me to full erection. As she bobbed up and down, I 
closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations.

She was taking her time, sucking as much of me into her mouth as 
she could. When her lips left my cock, I opened my eyes and 
looked down my torso. She grinned impishly and crawled up my 
body. I put my hands on her thighs as she straddled my cock. With 
sure motions, she grasped my hard-on and set it at the entrance 
to her pussy.

For a moment, I wondered how she knew what she was doing. She'd 
never had sex before, right? Then it hit me. She'd been watching 
her parents and other couples have sex for almost a year. In that 
time, she was sure to have seen a woman do exactly what she was 
doing now.

She closed her eyes and winced a little as she settled onto me, 
stopping when I was only halfway inside her. Then she took a deep 
breath and lowered herself the rest of the way. Her pussy was 
still incredibly tight, and she sighed in relief when she stopped 
moving.

"God, I always thought this would be so easy," she said, her 
expression a mixture of satisfaction and slight discomfort. 
Without opening her eyes, she continued, "I've seen my mom do it, 
and she always looked like she enjoyed it."

"Well, your mom's not a sixteen-year-old with a super-tight 
pussy."

She smiled in agreement.

"You'll get used to it," I said.

"Mmmmm, yeah. I'm getting used to it now."

I ran my hands along her thighs, and then up to cup her breasts. 
I gently tweaked her nipples, causing her to moan.

"I get this kind of electric shock every time you touch me," she 
said. "It makes me all weak inside." Finally, she opened her eyes 
and looked at me. "I hope that never goes away."

"Me too."

"And I absolutely _love_ the feeling of your dick inside me."

I clenched my buttocks and made my cock swell.

"Oh!" Her eyelids fluttered and she trembled.

I smiled serenely.

"It feels like you're filling me up," she said. Then she looked 
at me seriously. "Kara says you've got a really nice dick."

"You'll have to thank her for me," I said irreverently.

"I'm serious," she said.

I knew she was, but we were having this conversation while she 
was impaled on the aforementioned dick. I thought it was a little 
funny, but she was obviously serious. So I schooled my expression 
and nodded thoughtfully.

"That's better," she said with feigned crossness. "We talk about 
this stuff, you know. It's important stuff."

"What is?"

"A guy's dick. It's gotta be shaped just right."

I clenched my buttocks again.

"Oh, God," she panted.

I ran my fingers along her ribs and eventually settled them on 
her hips. I flashed her a wry smile and she rolled her eyes. When 
I ran my hands back up her torso and cupped her breasts, she 
moaned softly.

"Seriously," she said. "Guys look at girls' boobs, butts, or 
legs."

I nodded wordlessly.

"Girls look at shoulders, butts, and dicks."

"Really?"

She nodded. "I know I do."

"You look at other guys' dicks?"

"Mmm hmm. That's how I know yours is just about perfect."

I was speechless.

"But it's also perfect 'cause it's inside _me_."

_That_ I understood. I nodded.

"And here I am talking about it instead of enjoying it." She 
looked at me and grinned unrepentantly. "I promised you a 
surprise, didn't I?" When I nodded, she lifted off me a little. 
Her nostrils flared as she settled back. She repeated the 
movement several times, rising higher each time. "I've got to get 
you good and coated."

"Coated?"

"Mmm hmm."

I looked at her in confusion and apprehension, but she wasn't 
paying attention to me. She lifted herself off my erection and 
moved between my legs. With a lustful gleam in her eyes, she 
wrapped her lips around the crown of my slick penis.

Humming happily to herself, she licked and sucked her juices from 
my cock. She took as much into her mouth as she could and I felt 
her tongue laving the underside ridge. Then she licked the sides 
and base, inhaling our combined scents.

"God," she said quietly. "That _does_ taste good."

"Your _mom_ suggested that?" I asked, incredulous.

"Yeah," she said dreamily as she climbed up and mounted me again.

It was easier getting my cock inside her this time, and she 
quickly started bouncing on my length. When she had me thoroughly 
coated, she crawled off and started sucking me again. She kept 
this up for quite a while. Each time she re-mounted me, her pussy 
was even wetter than before. And each time she did, she rode me 
longer before crawling off and sucking my dick. No matter what 
she was doing, however, the sights and sensations were 
_incredibly_ arousing.

"God, baby," I finally gasped. "I'm gonna come if you keep this 
up."

She settled onto my shaft and gave me a smoldering look. "That's 
the idea."

"I want to come inside you," I said.

"Mmmmm, that sounds nice."

"But I want you to come first. Come with my dick inside you."

Her eyes lit up.

"I want to feel you have an orgasm with my thick, hard cock 
filling you up. Just move your hips back and forth," I directed. 
"You can rub your clit against the base of my cock."

With a look of primal lust, she started rocking her hips. I put 
my hand on her abdomen and gently moved my thumb over the base of 
her clit, causing her to tremble with desire. It took her a 
minute to figure out the rhythm, but she was soon grinding 
against me.

I kept rubbing her clit, circling the pearl of nerves with the 
ball of my thumb, driving her toward her climax. When she 
collapsed against me, I pulled my hand from between our bodies. 
Her breasts mashed against my chest and she cried out softly as 
the first tremors of orgasm built within her.

She kept rocking her hips against me, driving her clit against 
the thick base of my cock. Her pussy started spasming around me 
and I grinned to myself. I'd been waiting for this moment for a 
year. When it arrived, I know it surprised her. It happened so 
quickly, it even surprised me.

All of a sudden, her pussy gripped my erection and I felt a wave 
of heat wash over it. Her internal muscles practically rippled 
and her entire body tensed up. I cupped her ass cheeks and drew 
back to thrust into her. I knew it would be even better for her 
if my cock were battering against her clenching muscles.

With the first thrust, it felt like my dick was going to bend in 
half. Finally, I drove into her clamped pussy and buried myself 
within her. She cried out when my hips slammed into hers. Her 
voice still ringing in my ears, I thrust again. Her spasming 
pussy opened before me and I was inside her, spreading her with 
my girth.

Three more quick thrusts and she was still thrashing with her 
climax. I arched my back and all of my muscles tensed. With a 
grunt, I came inside her, my hot semen coating her insides. She 
cried out again, wordlessly voicing her ecstasy.

-----

"I'm starving," I said.

"Yeah, your grumbling stomach woke me up."

"It did _not_."

"Did too."

"Sorry," I said.

Gina rolled over quickly and kissed me. "I'm just teasing, 
silly."

"I know."

"I'm kinda hungry too," she said sheepishly. "But I was so 
comfortable lying there in your arms, I didn't wanna get up."

"I know what you mean."

"Oh, Paul," she said. "I'm so glad we did this. It's perfect."

"Which part? The part where I slid my--"

"No, silly," she said, grinning bashfully. "Everything. The 
picnic. This spot," she said, gesturing around us. "Everything."

I nodded and tried not to smile smugly.

"I'm glad we waited."

I snorted good-naturedly. "You weren't all that glad on Wednesday 
night."

"Wednesday night," she said patiently, "I was a silly virgin girl 
who was horny. I think I would've tried to rape you. If you 
weren't so darn strong, that is."

I grinned.

"Let's take a quick dip and get washed up."

I nodded.

"Then I'll fix us lunch. Okay?"

"Sounds great, honey."

The look she gave me when I called her "honey" filled my heart 
with joy.

-----

After lunch, we took a longer swim. Water cascading over the tall 
rocks had formed a sandy pool about four feet deep at the deepest 
point, which was directly under the falls. The waterfall itself 
was about eight feet tall. The pool was shaped like a large 
teardrop, with the wide, rounded end where the falling water had 
carved out a depression. The water was cold, clear, and spring-
fresh.

Gina and I washed each other with her washcloth and my soap (my 
soap was Ivory, which floats, while hers was something that 
smelled nicer but sank like a stone). I took my time washing her, 
gently scrubbing her with the washcloth and playfully fondling 
her soapy body at the same time.

When I went to lather her hair with the Ivory, she convinced me 
to use her shampoo instead. It smelled like strawberries, and I 
was more than happy to use it. I took my time with her hair, 
massaging her scalp and giving her the deluxe treatment. She 
sighed and leaned against me bonelessly.

After I finished with her hair, she rinsed off under the falls. 
Then she washed me with the same care and gentle caresses. When I 
rinsed off under the falling water, she swam into my arms and we 
kissed for a few minutes.

"You wanna climb up on the rocks and get warm in the sun?" I 
asked.

She nodded. "Yeah. Lemme get our towels and my comb."

"Sure."

Climbing to the top of the falls was pretty easy, since the rocks 
themselves were actually part of the ridge. In the past 
millennia, some earthquake or tectonic shift had caused the ridge 
to "slip" a little, and part of it had dropped eight or ten feet. 
We could simply climb up the broken scree on either side of the 
falls. Once on top of the rocks, we saw that the ridge sloped 
gently upward, regular and even.

With the sun almost directly overhead, the flat tops of the rocks 
were nice and warm, a welcome change from the chill of the water. 
Gina and I spread our towels and sat down. When she started to 
comb her hair, I held out my hand and silently demanded she hand 
over the comb. She looked at me a little funny, but did as 
requested.

When I spread my legs and patted the towel-covered rock in front 
of me, she got the message. She smiled and quickly settled in 
front of me, facing away from me. I started at the bottom of her 
cold hair, combing it with short strokes. I quickly worked my way 
up, and was soon pulling the comb through her hair with long, 
firm strokes.

"This is much better than when Kara does it," she said lazily.

"Mmm hmm." I scooted a little closer to her, and my limp penis 
pressed against her ass.

"_Much_ better."

I grinned and kept combing.

"Are you ready for your next surprise?" she asked. I'd finished 
combing her smooth, shiny hair, and she was pinning it back with 
barrettes.

"Surprise?"

"One of the things Mom suggested."

"Oh, yeah. Those." _The first surprise had worked out pretty 
well,_ I thought. "Sure."

"Mmmmm, good," she said.

She turned to face me and sat on her knees. When her lips met 
mine, I felt her hand searching for my penis. She quickly found 
it and started stroking as we continued to kiss.

"I think I like this surprise already," I said when we came up 
for air.

She licked her lips and nodded. "Mom said it should drive you 
wild." She kissed me again, her tongue playfully flicking against 
mine.

"You and your mom sure talk about sex a lot," I said.

"Mmm hmm." She smiled impishly and squeezed my hard shaft. 
"Especially lately."

"Isn't it weird?"

"What?" she asked.

"Talking to your mom about sex, having her make suggestions and 
all."

She sat back on her haunches but her fingers never left my dick. 
"Sometimes, I guess. Not really, though."

I asked her to elaborate with my quizzical expression.

"I mean, yeah, it's kinda weird having Mom tell me to ride you 
and then lick my juices off your dick."

"I'll say!"

"But it was pretty cool, though. Right?"

I had to agree with her.

"We've always talked like that."

"Really?"

She nodded. "Yeah. I mean, not always specifics and stuff, but 
general stuff." She paused for a moment to collect a drop of pre-
come and lick it off her fingers. She smiled impudently and then 
kept talking. "Like, that's how I know she likes the taste of 
come."

"You all _talk_ about that?"

"Sure. Well, Mom, Kara, and I do. Not with Leah. Not yet."

"You're kidding, right?"

She shook her head. "No. And sometimes, it happens at some funny 
times. Like, several months ago, we were at a garden party for 
one of my mom's charity groups. They had some plant or tree or 
something, and its blooms smelled like..." She blushed and then 
smiled. "They smelled like come."

"Huh?!"

"Yep. They smelled like come. The three of us just looked at each 
other and we had the same expression on our faces. It was really 
funny."

"You're joking, right? There isn't some flower that smells like 
come, is there?"

"Yeah, there is. I thought it was crazy too. After the party, we 
were laughing and joking about it on the way home."

"So Leah wasn't with you?"

She shook her head. "No. That's when I found out that Mom and 
Kara like the taste too." She grinned unabashedly. "Speaking of 
which..."

With a hand on my chest, she gently pushed me back. I propped 
myself on my elbows and watched as she wrapped her lips around my 
glans. She circled the base of my shaft with her fingers and 
sucked the first few inches of my penis into her mouth. With her 
other hand, she played with my balls.

For a while, I simply enjoyed watching her suck me off. With her 
hair pinned back, I had a good view of her mouth as she worked me 
toward orgasm. After a while, I wondered what the surprise was, 
although I was more than happy to sit back and enjoy the blowjob.

When I started feeling the familiar tightness in my balls and the 
building pleasure leading up to my climax, Gina looked up at me 
and took her lips off my cock.

"Make sure you're watching," she said.

I nodded.

She smiled and returned her mouth to my dick. Her lips and tongue 
worked wonders on my shaft, while her fist gently pumped the 
base. In a few minutes, I was ready to shoot. Gina sensed it and 
increased her pace.

Since I'd already come twice, my orgasm wasn't as forceful as 
before, but it was strong enough that Gina groaned when the first 
spurt hit the back of her throat. She kept pumping me, milking my 
cock, moaning as my come gushed over her tongue.

When I finally finished spurting, she squeezed the last few drops 
of sperm from my manhood and slowly withdrew her mouth. She kept 
her lips taut as she did, and I clamped my eyes shut as they drew 
over my super-sensitive glans. Once I opened my eyes, I looked 
down to see Gina gazing up at me expectantly. When she saw I was 
paying attention, she smiled tightly.

_What's wrong with her mouth?_ I silently wondered.

I only had a moment to think about it before she opened her lips. 
Pooled around her tongue, my semen formed a small lake of white 
liquid. Her eyes smiled at me as I stared, agog. Even though I'd 
just come, my cock throbbed in her hand.

She closed her mouth and smiled at me mischievously. I was a 
little confused when she pursed her lips and looked down at my 
erection. To my complete and utter amazement, a thin stream of 
white fluid spilled from her beautiful, full lips. The stream hit 
the shiny tip of my cock and started running down my shaft. For a 
moment, her lips and my dick were connected by the flow of semen.

The white fluid ran over my crown, and she liberally coated my 
cock. Her hand still gripped my shaft, so the semen ran down my 
member and then pooled around her fingers.

For a few moments, she gazed fondly at my sperm-coated cock, 
watching the rivulets run down the sides of my shaft. The tip of 
her tongue flicked out and she tasted a bit of my essence.

Then she lowered her mouth to my straining erection and began 
licking the semen/saliva mixture. I found I was holding my breath 
as I watched her suck the fluid back into her mouth. I was 
completely mesmerized.

As she cleaned me off, her lips and cheeks quickly became covered 
with my sticky semen. When she finally licked up all of my milky 
seed, she began wiping her face with her fingers and then licking 
them clean. The entire time, my erection pulsed gently with the 
beating of my heart--it was still as hard as it had been before I 
came.

When she looked up, she smiled beatifically. Without even waiting 
for her to sit up, I pushed her onto her back. She squawked in 
protest until she realized I was moving between her legs. When I 
reached between them, I found her pussy already damp and ready 
for me.

I set the head of my saliva-slick penis at her opening and gently 
moved my shaft around. When my glans rubbed against her clit, she 
moaned and lifted her hips. I set my cock at her opening, pushed 
forward, and in one long, smooth stroke, I was inside her. She 
squeezed my shoulders and looked deep into my eyes as I ground my 
hips against her. When I started thrusting, she moaned and arched 
her back.

I knew it would take me a long time to come, so I built up 
gently, slowly increasing my tempo until I was slamming into her 
full force. Her breasts were bouncing with the power of my 
thrusts and she was moaning in ecstasy. Finally, I buried myself 
inside her pussy and felt the first jet of semen blast into her. 
After my orgasm subsided, I held myself above her, panting and 
staring at her dazedly.

"Oh, my God," I said at last. "That was so _incredibly_ erotic."

Gina was panting too, and she smiled up at me. "Mmm hmm. I 
thought you'd like it." She wiggled her hips underneath me. "And 
I like the effect it had on you."

I nodded.

"That was the first time it didn't hurt," she said. "Not even a 
little."

"Good." Unfortunately, I'd been so completely horny that I hadn't 
even paused to consider whether or not it might hurt her. I'd 
simply thrust myself into her and started stroking. I mentally 
admonished myself and resolved to pay more attention.

"Mmmmm, I like the feeling of your come inside me," she said. 
"And your dick feels _so_ good, spreading me open and filling me 
up."

"It feels pretty good from this end, too," I said with a wry 
smile.

"Ha! I bet it does."

I grinned unrepentantly.

"Four times," she said distractedly.

"Huh?"

"You've come four times." She hooked her heels over my thighs and 
ran her hands up my arms. "Kara said you'd be a good lover, but I 
had no _idea_."

_What could I say to that?_ I thought.

"I need more come inside me, though."

I arched an eyebrow at her.

She smiled hungrily. "I want more come inside _me_ than there is 
in _you_."

"Gina," I said seriously. "It's about more than come. You know?"

She nodded quickly. "Yeah, I know, but--"

"No buts. Don't you feel anything when I come inside you?"

"God, yes. It feels like you're filling me up, and it's like I'm 
all hot and slippery inside." She sighed and rolled her eyes. 
When she saw my expression, however, she grew pensive. "But 
that's not what you meant, is it?"

I shook my head. I guess I was a little disappointed, so I 
started to pull away from her.

She gripped my shoulders and desperately held me against her. Her 
expression grew worried. "You meant 'how do I _feel?_'" she said.

"Yeah. I mean, isn't there something more than just an orgasm?"

She reached up and stroked my face.

When her eyes filled with tears, I started to feel a little 
guilty. Not much, but a little.

"Sometimes, like now, I get so scared," she said. "I get scared 
of losing you. I feel like you're my life, Paul. You're 
everything to me. Oh, please, you've got to understand. 
Sometimes, I just don't know how to say what I'm feeling."

"That's okay," I said. "I know how _that_ is. But you don't ever 
have to be scared of losing me. It's not gonna happen."

She smiled gratefully. "Sometimes," she said softly, "it's like 
what I feel is bigger than me, like I'm too small to contain it 
all, and it's going to come bursting out at the seams. Like maybe 
my heart's too big for my chest, 'cause it's full of me _and_ 
you.

"And when you were inside me just now, it was like we were 
connected, like we were one person," she continued. Tears ran 
down her cheeks and she looked at me with a mixture of hope and 
fear. "I guess I just don't know how to say it, so I joke about 
it, or act like this come-hungry slut or something."

"You're not a slut," I said quickly.

"I know. But sometimes, when I don't know what to say, that's 
easier than saying what I feel." Her stomach heaved as she 
sobbed. She looked at me despondently.

I brushed her hair out of her face and kissed her tenderly. "I 
know how you feel," I said softly. "But you know you can tell me 
whatever you're thinking, no matter what."

She sniffled and nodded.

"Sometimes, I don't know what to say either. I get so tongue-tied 
that I just keep my mouth shut. And I'm always worried about what 
other people think about me. I've always got these doubts and 
fears in my head."

"Yeah," she said, swallowing hard.

"It's like that for everyone, I guess. But with me, with us, you 
know I understand. I feel the same things. I bet that most of the 
time, I'm as scared and nervous as you are. But I don't feel like 
that when I'm with you." I paused and pressed my body against 
hers. "When you're with me, you don't have to worry about saying 
stupid things, or being nervous, 'cause I'm gonna love you no 
matter what."

"You mean that?"

I nodded immediately. "Yeah, I do. I mean, I never stopped loving 
you, even when you were being a colossal bi--" I looked at her 
nervously. When she smiled wanly, I quickly continued. "I mean, 
when you were angry with me."

"I _was_ a bitch," she said frankly, her tears beginning to dry. 
"The worst part was, I wanted to tell you I loved you, but I kept 
driving you away."

"Yeah, but that's in the past."

She nodded.

"And now, we've got our future. Together."

"Together," she echoed.

"And don't ever be afraid to tell me something, or to ask me what 
I'm thinking or feeling."

"Thank you," she said softly. Then she looked at me with eyes 
full of joy. "I love you, Paul. I love you so very, _very_ much."

"I love you too, Gina. And I want to make you happy."

"Oh, God," she said. "You make me so happy, I think I might 
explode."

"Well, let's leave the exploding to me," I said, pressing my hips 
against her.

"Do you think we could do it again?" she asked timidly.

"In a little while," I said. "I've gotta have time to... um... build 
back up, I guess you'd call it."

"Oh. Okay." She paused for a moment, deep in thought.

I almost smiled when she bit the inside of her lip.

"When you're ready, could we make love?" she asked. "Maybe we 
could do it slow, and take our time?"

I nodded.

"I want to really feel you. I want to look into your eyes while 
you're inside me."

"That'd be nice," I said.

"I want to feel your heart next to mine when you come."

"That'd be _very_ nice."

I bent down to kiss her and her lips sought mine hungrily, almost 
frantically. I knew it would be a while before I'd get another 
erection, so I took my time, making love to her mind as well as 
her body. She responded passionately, her body molded to mine, 
lost in a togetherness that was new to both of us.

-----

We decided to take a short nap mid-afternoon. As we lay down, I 
reminded myself to thank Manfred for the inflatable raft idea. 
Sleeping _anywhere_ with Gina would have been a fantasy, but 
sleeping on the hard ground would've injected too large a dose of 
reality. The raft was nice and comfortable, almost like a bed. I 
don't know how long we slept, but it was sinfully relaxing.

We both seemed to wake up at the same time, spooned together and 
very comfortable. I yawned softly and hugged her to my chest. 
When she stirred, I ran my hand up her torso and cupped her 
breast.

"D'you remember the other night?" I asked quietly. "When we were 
asleep on the couch in the clubhouse?"

"Mmmmm, yeah."

"You know what I was thinking about?"

She shook her head.

For a moment, I flashed back and thought about having sex with 
her, spoon fashion. As I expected, my penis began to expand, 
pressing against her ass as it did. "I was thinking about what it 
would be like to have sex with you like this." I gently humped 
against her for emphasis.

"You were?"

"Mmm hmm."

"You should've done it," she said. "I wanted you to, you know."

"Yeah. But the time wasn't right. 'Sides, my dad would've seen 
us."

"He won't see us now," she said suggestively.

"Nope."

She sighed when my dick reached full erection and pressed against 
the backs of her thighs.

I reached between her legs and smoothly ran my fingers over her 
pussy. She quickly grew moist and I spread her juices over her 
labia. With gentle touches, I guided her movements. She propped 
her right leg up and I reached for my hard-on. I slid inside her 
easily. She hissed as my girth spread her open.

"Promise me you'll always love me," she said softly, 
distractedly.

"I promise."

"And promise me you'll always do _this_." She placed her 
fingertips over our joined bodies and rocked her hips.

"I promise," I said. "I'll even do this." I gently pulled back 
and then thrust forward.

Her pussy stretched around me and she whimpered in pleasure. I 
moved my fingers over her hand--which was still covering her 
mons--and directed her motions.

"Play with your pussy," I whispered.

"Oh, God. Yes," she hissed.

When she began moving her fingers in small circles over her clit, 
I moved my hand back up to her breasts. I rolled and gently 
tugged her nipples until they stood out from her chest. All the 
while, I thrust into her, slowly, gently, confidently.

I kept moving within her until I felt her pussy spasm and 
contract around my invading member. Her fingers flew over her 
clit, and I felt her start tugging on her inner lips, pulling and 
rubbing them between thumb and forefinger.

Her erratic spasms built in intensity until she arched her back 
and cried out. Her pussy clutched my cock, but I continued 
thrusting. She cried out again as a second, more powerful wave 
washed over her. Her body shook with the force of her orgasm and 
I smiled to myself. Then I nuzzled her neck and lightly kissed 
the hollow behind her ear.

When her climax subsided and she could move again, I kept 
thrusting. Her pussy spastically clamped around my girth, 
gripping me and then releasing, rippling as her soft, firm belly 
trembled. I pulled back until just the head of my dick was inside 
her and then slid back into her smoldering depths. She moaned and 
kept rubbing her clit.

Since I'd had several orgasms over the course of the day, I knew 
I wasn't in any danger of coming too soon. So I took my time and 
steadily fucked her, savoring the sensations as her tight pussy 
gripped me with its slippery warmth. By the time she climaxed 
again, we were both quivering with pent-up sexual tension.

She thrust her hips back against me and I buried my cock inside 
her. A gush of warm wetness flowed over my shaft as her internal 
muscles held me tightly. I wanted to come, but it felt like it 
would be a while before I did. When I wanted to keep fucking her, 
Gina had other ideas.

"Oh, Paul. Oh, God," she said, panting. "Oh, I want you in my 
ass."

I held myself motionless within her.

"Oh, please, please, please. Oh, God. You've got me so fucking 
worked up."

_Did she just say "fucking"?_ I didn't think I'd ever heard her 
use the word before. She might have, but never with such 
intensity.

"Oh, God," she breathed. "Fuck me in the ass. I'm so fucking hot 
and ready for you. Oh, fuck, I want it so bad. Give it to me, 
Paul. Give it to me."

"You want it?"

"Yes," she hissed. "Fuck me hard. Fill me up with your gorgeous 
cock. God, it's so fucking thick and beautiful."

I started thrusting within her, spurred on by her lewd pleas.

"Stick it in my ass. I want you to fuck me in the ass. Fuck me 
hard and deep. Oh, please."

Who was I to argue? I pulled out of her pussy and rolled to my 
knees. In one lunge, I reached the bottle of suntan oil. My dick 
was still slippery with her juices, but it was her first time, so 
I wanted to make sure she had enough lubrication.

I pulled her to her hands and knees and knelt behind her. When I 
looked down at her upturned ass, I saw her fingers frantically 
rubbing her clit. Instead of opening the oil, I shoved my cock 
back into her pussy.

She cried out when I started taking short, fast strokes, my hips 
slapping against her ass. I dropped the oil, gripped her waist 
for leverage, and pounded into her for a few minutes. With each 
stroke, she reached back and tickled my balls. Each time I pulled 
out, she ground her palm against her pussy, pressing her labia 
against the underside of my cock.

"I want you in my ass," she said at last. "Fuck me hard. Oh, 
please, Paul. Fuck me in the ass."

Without answering her, I pulled out, my erection shiny with her 
fluids. I flipped the oil open and squirted a little on her 
brown, puckered asshole. It ran down the crack of her ass and 
into the channel of her pussy. With one hand, I closed the oil 
and tossed it to the side. Using the head of my dick, I spread 
the oil around and then started pushing against her sphincter.

She hissed with a mixture of surprise and pleasure when the crown 
of my dick slipped into her. As worked up as I was, I wanted to 
simply plunge into her body. But I knew it would be too fast, too 
painful. With superhuman restraint, I began to slowly work my 
thick cock into her ass.

Rocking my hips back and forth, I gently penetrated her, sinking 
more of my length into her with each forward thrust. She cried 
out a few times, at first in discomfort, then in growing 
pleasure. I kept my motions steady and as gentle as I could, 
since I didn't want to hurt her, but I could tell she was really 
getting into it.

She turned her head to the side and lowered her shoulders to the 
blanket. One hand was still on her pussy, moving over her clit, 
rubbing her labia. With the other hand, she kneaded her breasts 
and tugged on her nipples. Using firm strokes, I kept burying 
more and more of my dick in her ass. Soon, my hips pressed 
against her ass cheeks and I gripped her waist.

At first, my thrusts were slow and steady, but as she grew 
accustomed to my girth spreading her open, she urged me to go 
faster. In a few minutes, I was slamming into her, driving her 
forward with each powerful thrust.

With her fingers still on her clit, she had two small orgasms 
while I was pumping her ass. When I felt my own climax 
approaching, I pulled out all the stops and started pounding her. 
Each time my hips slapped into her, she moaned and her ass cheeks 
rippled with the force of the impact.

Finally, I reached the point of no return. With a final thrust, I 
buried myself inside her and erupted. She screamed in ecstasy as 
she felt me tense up and start to come. Her hand went into 
overdrive and she quickly reached her own release.

Her ass was so hot and tight that each spurt felt like a trip-
hammer pounding my body. My buttocks clenched and unclenched 
repeatedly as I emptied myself into her. When I was spent, I 
collapsed against her and we crumpled to the air mattress, a 
sweaty, gasping, heaving, spasming tangle of arms and legs.

-----

Later, we were gently washing each other in the pool, cooling off 
and relaxing from our exertions.

"I've never been that worked up before," Gina said a little 
bashfully.

"No kidding. Wow."

"And I can't _believe_ the things I was saying."

I grinned at her and she blushed. "I thought it was really sexy," 
I said.

"You did?"

"Oh, yeah. You really got me going."

She started to grin as well.

"But are you okay?"

She winced a little, but quickly nodded. "I'm probably going to 
be a little sore tomorrow," she said. When she spread her legs to 
straddle my lap, she grimaced. "Maybe a _lot_ sore."

"Is there anything I can do?"

"Not really. Maybe we should just have sex the regular way," she 
said. "For now. I mean, I liked it back there, but... um... I don't 
think I wanna do it again real soon."

"That's okay, baby." I kissed her gently and she pulled herself 
into my arms.

"That doesn't mean we can't do it the regular way." She scooted 
her hips against me suggestively.

"Not for a while, we can't."

Her face fell.

I grasped her hand and then put it on my flaccid penis. "I need a 
little time to recover," I said. "You're incredibly sexy, but I 
just can't keep going. Not like a girl can."

"I know," she said contritely. "I'm sorry."

"That's okay." I kissed her deeply. "But that doesn't mean my 
lips and tongue are out of action," I said when I pulled back. I 
reached between us and massaged her pussy. "Or my fingers."

"Ow," she gasped. "Maybe I need a little time to recover too." 
She looked appropriately chagrinned.

"That doesn't mean we can't kiss, does it?"

She grinned from ear to ear and shook her head. "Not at all."

"Then c'mere."

-----

We cuddled for a while, until our skin was wrinkled and clammy 
from the cold water. Afterward, we lay on the blanket-covered 
raft and relaxed, simply enjoying being together.

We ate dinner a little later, drinking Coke and feeding each 
other pieces of fried chicken. Gina and our moms had also fixed 
biscuits, coleslaw, and corn on the cob. The corn and chicken 
were pretty good, even though they were cold. After dinner, we 
cleaned up and then took our towels to the top of the falls. The 
sun wasn't shining directly on us, but the rocks were still 
luxuriously warm.

While we were enjoying the solitude of the pine forest and the 
lulling sounds of the waterfall, Gina moved between my legs and 
lovingly sucked my dick. It was slow, gentle, and very nice. 
After I came in her mouth, she crawled up and lay next to me, 
tucked under the safety of my arm.

A little later, she went down to get the last two Cokes. When she 
climbed back to the top of the rocks, she was wearing my t-shirt. 
It fell to just below her ass, and she looked incredibly cute in 
it. I opened the Cokes for us and she sat between my legs, facing 
me.

"What's the razor for?" she asked with artful innocence.

"Um... well... I... uh..."

She grinned and waggled her eyebrows. "Do you want me to shave 
for you?"

I blushed and grinned.

"You want me to have a smooth pussy like Susan's? You like that?"

"Yeah," I said. "I guess I kinda do."

"Oh."

"I like yours too," I said hastily. "But it's different."

"Good different?"

"Different different." Much to my relief, she seemed to accept 
that. "I just think a shaved pussy is really, _really_ sexy. You 
can't imagine how hard it makes me. Just thinking about sliding 
my cock into _your_ shaved pussy gets me worked up." I looked 
down and pointed to the truth of the matter.

Gina's eyebrows rose when she saw my sudden erection.

"See?"

"Yeah," she said reverently.

"But I don't think you wanna wear bikini bottoms the rest of the 
time you're at camp."

She shook her head.

"So, I guess it's just a fantasy."

"Yeah, but..." She looked at me mischievously. "If I shaved--"

"Or let me shave you," I said.

"Or let you shave me, yeah. Would you let me shave you?"

"Everything?"

She shrugged. "I dunno. Maybe. Or maybe just the base or 
something," she said.

"Yeah, I guess that'd be cool."

"But then you'd have to wear shorts all the time."

"Yeah. I hadn't thought of that."

"Oh well," she said. "It's a fun idea."

I nodded enthusiastically. From the look in her eye, neither of 
us had completely put the idea out of mind.

-----

Before the sun set, we gathered up our things. While I repacked 
the backpack, Gina filled the picnic basket with the remains of 
the food and our trash. I wanted to take most of the things back 
to the car while it was still light, so we left the raft and the 
blanket at the glade and carried the rest of the stuff back to 
the station wagon.

I also wanted to make sure I knew the route back to the car. I 
was pretty sure I could remember the path, but one pine tree 
looks much like the next, especially in the dark. We loaded the 
backpack and picnic basket into the car. Before we headed back to 
the pool, I retrieved the flashlight from my backpack. We'd need 
it coming back after dark.

Gina was still wearing my t-shirt, and she teased me with 
glimpses of her bare ass as we walked back. Once we reached the 
clearing, we lay on the makeshift bed and made out. Since both of 
us had recovered enough from earlier, we started fooling around. 
Without taking the t-shirt off, I rolled Gina to her back and 
began nuzzling her pussy.

When I had her worked up and very wet, I scooted my hips up and 
entered her slowly. I bent forward and held myself above her on 
my elbows, our faces inches apart. As I gently rocked my hips, we 
kissed, tasting each other and exploring.

Then I rolled to my back and carried her with me. When she had 
her balance, I skimmed the t-shirt off her body, revealing her 
perfect breasts and trim waist. She rode me to a gentle climax, 
her body shuddering as her orgasm suffused her senses. I came a 
moment or two later, filling her with my seed in several modest 
spurts. Afterward, we kissed for a long time, her breasts pressed 
against my chest, her legs still straddling my hips.

Soon, too soon, it was time to go. She got between my legs and 
cleaned our combined fluids from my shrunken penis. When she 
finished, I kissed her soundly, enjoying the way she pressed 
against me as I tasted her. I opened the nozzle on the air 
mattress and we snuggled on top of it as it slowly deflated. 
Eventually, we washed up and then walked back to the station 
wagon in a contemplative silence, hand in hand.

-----

Our parents were waiting for us at my family's cabin. We pulled 
in, exhausted from our day, but very happy. Our welcome home was 
friendly and warm. Gina's parents looked at her searchingly and 
she smiled, satisfied but tired. Our parents kissed us goodnight, 
and while I walked Gina home, the four of them walked down to the 
clubhouse. Dad carried the picnic basket, since our moms had 
offered to clean it up for us.

At her cabin, Gina kissed me tenderly. Kara and our younger 
sisters were inside, trying to be quiet and respectful, but 
jockeying for a glimpse of us at the same time. Erin knew it was 
time for her curfew, but she didn't want to go. No doubt she 
wanted to hear the details of our day. I don't think I'll ever 
understand women and their penchant for sharing intimate details 
with each other.

On the way out, Erin even hugged Gina like a sister. Gina looked 
at me over Erin's shoulder and smiled. I kissed Gina goodnight 
one final time and she went inside with her sisters. I put my arm 
around Erin and we started down the hill.

"Did you have a good day?" she asked.

"I had a _very_ good day, Er. How was yours?"

"Not as good as Gina's, I'll bet," she said slyly.

I was too tired to even chide her.

When we got to our cabin, I wearily climbed into my bunk. I think 
I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.

-----

Copyright (c) 2003 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved.

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