“Elsa?” a feminine voice called out.
“Diane? Yeah, it’s me, with a friend.” The naked blonde replied.
Diane came up, wearing a tee-shirt and a pair of very tight
jeans. She too was blonde, and very thin. Janice’s first
impression was that she was sixteen or seventeen, but that
disappeared when she got closer.
Diane was pretty, and thin. Her breasts were small bulges under
her shirt, and her legs were thin too. Mostly her hips were
boyish and small, further giving illusion that she was very
young.
“I’m Diane.” The thin blonde said, smiling at Janice. Janice
introduced herself, and Elsa followed suit, explaining to Diane
where they’d met. Both girls led Janice to a large blanket
spread out on the sandy soil some yards from the tent.

Janice shook her head, amazed at her boldness.
“Besides, I’ve always wanted to walk around outdoors without my
clothes, haven’t you?” She queried, smiling.
Janice nodded, thinking of how she and Steve had once camped in
the mountains and run around like nudists for a whole day. But
that’d been far away from people, and here, there were at least
fifteen tents set up in the campground.
The girl took her towel and began walking out the door. “Are you
coming?” She asked. After a slight pause, “Or just breathing
hard?”
Janice shook out of her musings and followed the girl as
she made her way towards the lake. Walking quickly to catch up
with her, Janice watched her soft, firm form walking in the
moonlight. Her pale skin looked ashen in the moonlight, and her
soft buns jiggled as she walked. The girl turned around to see
how far behind Janice was, and her breasts too were bobbling like
jello. Her breasts weren’t large, maybe B-cups, Janice thought,
but they moved sensuously as she walked backwards over the rough
ground.

Outside, as she walked to the restrooms, she wondered why,
whenever she planned a night of intense lovemaking, Mark seemed
only interested in getting off and going to sleep. Not that she
could get away with that. When she’d come back from New York,
she’d been exhausted and suffering from mild jet lag. But Mark
had taken her to bed, and after her first orgasm, she’d fallen
asleep. He woke her from her soft, dreamy sleep, and insisted
that she suck him, then he wanted her to straddle and ride him.
Janice was totally exhausted afterwards and slept soundly.

It’d been a long hard day hiking up the hill, and now that they
had, at last, settled in for the night, Janice was hoping for a
night of warm and sensual lovemaking. She and Mark climbed into
the single large sleeping bag, and she began fondling his
genitals. Mark moaned and stroked her hair, using his coarse
hands on her breasts too. Janice pulled his shorts down and went
under the cover of the bag, licking his long, hot penis, tasting
the salty sweat from the day’s exertions. She slipped it into
her mouth and licked the head, flicking her tounge over the hole.
Mark moaned and lifted his hips, his hand reaching over to find
her left breast. Encouraged, Janice sucked more of his stiff
erection into her mouth, wetting it with her own saliva and then
let it slide back out. She used her fingernails on his balls,
sucking him into her mouth again, bobbing her head in a slow,
easy rhythm. Janice loved the way men tried to speed up the
process, as if they couldn’t wait. But Janice wanted to make Mark
so horny that he’d give her a hard, fast fuck, make her tits
bounce, and ram his cock deep just as they both came. She
continued her oral foreplay, sloppily licking and sucking at the
head. Mark was breathing heavily now, his cock throbbing in her
mouth, and his hips rocking slowly. Janice tried to take his
whole length, gagging just a bit at the end, then she slowly
raised her head. Janice moaned with surprise and frustration
when his cock jerked and a stream of thick semen rushed into her
mouth.




Then she felt another gush of his rich, salty cream
flooded into her mouth. Janice was out of breath and she
swallowed his sperm. She took a breath through her nose as
Mark’s twitching, throbbing cock spurt twice more. She released
him from her mouth, savoring his taste, and felt his cock give a
last shudder and spurt against her cheek. The thick semen felt
warm, clinging to her skin. Mark sighed heavily and relaxed, his
body limp.

There were two of them that night. Yes, two of them. I’ll never
forget it; it was simply wonderful.

Linda was gorgeous. She was about 5′7″ with green eyes and blond
hair. I’m not sure what she weighed, but she was a knock-out!
Large round and firm breasts with wonderfully large nipples that
grew to giant size when they were firm…and, they were always
firm. Her ass was tight and rounded in perfect proportion to her
tits. Flat stomach and a curvaceous torso. She was like a dream
with a personality to match.

She was in from out of town, having called my wife a few weeks
earlier requesting a place for an old friend to stay. I had met
Linda at our wedding and was impressed with her then. But, my
wife was no slouch either so I wasn’t too terribly distracted
(but, that’s another story). My wife picked her up at the
airport, and they arrived in time for us to share in making a
warm and wintry dinner at home. We served plenty of wine that
evening. And, a good thing too.

We settled into the living room after things were cleaned up and
Linda explained why she was visiting Washington. I was feeling
too relaxed to be too very serious and decided to put some warm
music on the stereo just to keep things light. As I sat back
with a fresh glass of wine, I enjoyed watching my wife engage
Linda in some coded conversation that I was obviously not
supposed to be able to decipher. But, I kept getting glances
from Linda and had the uneasy feeling that I was getting the eye.
Now, that wouldn’t bother me, except that I really liked the way
she looked! But, I became uncomfortable because I felt that it
was an utterly hopeless situation as far as anything coming of
it.

I left the room for a breather and remembered the many recent
conversations that my wife and I had had about threesomes…and,
the possibility that we might just be able to set something like
that up one day. Naturally, it had to be with a woman as the
third. Could this be it? Surely, something would have been said
to me earlier. Besides, I really didn’t think that my wife would
really go along with the idea anyway. But, before I could get
back to the living room, I was intercepted by my wife. She
placed her arms around me and planted a wet passionate kiss upon
my mouth. Her tongue entered between my willing lips and
searched and found my moist tongue. Our tongues teased and
wrestled with each other for moments as I begin to fondle her
breasts with my searching hand. Then, just as suddenly as she
had approached, she withdrew her mouth from my lips. Looking me
dead in the eye, she asked if it would be all right for her to
kiss Linda the same way!!!! I couldn’t believe what I was
hearing. My wife wanted to kiss and caress another woman! While
I had thought about this moment countless times before, being
faced with it was entirely different story. All of a sudden, I
just didn’t know what I should feel. “Sure,” I said, “But, what
about me…do you want me to leave?” She nodded her head, “No.”
And, her silent response was all I needed to become okay with
what was about to transpire.

Lena was riding her John Player Norton. I, as usual, was on the LeMans.
The big Guzzi throbbed between my legs as we swept through the turns one after
another. The Goose has a stiff suspension; there’s something very sexy about
the way the firm seat fits between my thighs, how the [...]