As usual, John's prick was beginning to grow rapidly and he could feel a soft childish hand caressing it. Looking down, he saw that it was Nancy who was stroking it so lovingly, and he gently pushed her back on her back.
He caught her by the ankles and spread her slim legs and settled himself between them. He cast his eyes over her luscious body, and thought how she had filled out in the last few weeks. She was no longer a timid, awkward little girl — she was a ripened young woman, her body blossoming almost under his eyes. Her breasts were beginning to grow more firm, and her hips were rounder and smoother.
She lay back against the soft ground, her face raised to the sun, her hair almost bleached white. Her fingers trailed along his back, teasing him, trying to pull him down on her. The sparse young pubic triangle between her legs was bleached bone white, too, contrasting strangely with the dark gold of her skin.
Both the girls had all-over tans from their continuous total exposure to the sun, and Carla, naturally swarthy, was almost nut brown now.
Nancy's hand was still clutched around his expanding penis, and the tip of her forefinger played with the opening at the top, taunting it, the nail slipping into the tight little slit. John lowered himself between her legs, and began to caress her body with his hand. He felt her tremble and quiver beneath his touch and her body, perfectly honed to pleasure from the many hours of practice that she had, was already beginning to flush.
She guided the head down towards her downy triangle, and began to lubricate it in the juices which were beginning to trickle from her willing cunt. The faint pearly pinkness of her treasure gleamed in the sun, and John could see the eye of her clitoris twinkling through the white hairs of the swelling furrows.
He could feel the delicate skin of her cunt as it grazed the head of his cock and his hands continued to play along the smooth contours of her body.
She raised her knees up and he grasped her firmly by her ankles, and hoisted a leg over each shoulder, so that they dangled down his back. He stared at the delicate feminine mystery as if he was seeing it for the first time. The softness, the many shadings of pinkness, the faint pulsing of it utterly fascinated him and he licked his lips in anticipatory glee.
He tested the smooth fleshy head against the contracting folds of Nancy's cunt, and then gently began to sway forward, trying to insert its massiveness into the soft unresisting pussy flesh. Tenderly, he pressed on, until he felt the head slip inside with a gentle whoosh. He held Nancy securely by her buttocks, his fingers clutching the tender sun-bronzed flesh. He looked down at her pearly pink cunt edges closing in around his cock as he began to saw slowly forward, sinking his member deep up into her molded depths.
Her cunt responded eagerly to his advancing penis, grasping and sucking it in, her sensitive flesh rippling over the webbed ridgy surface of it. On and on he reamed until he had imbedded it all in her sinewy depths. He felt his pendulous balls scrape against her upraised crotch, and he looked down and saw that their pubic hairs, still damply curled from their swim, entwined in a curious tangle of black and white.
Nancy's hands were digging convulsively into the soft earth on either side of her, and her breasts were heaving in passion. Her mouth was half-open and her eyes were tightly closed. Little droplets of sweat stood out on her upper lip. Slowly, he withdrew his penis, watching the greedy velvetlike flesh clinging hungrily to his exciting cock. When he had withdrawn all but the very top, he plowed forward again, burying it completely in her once more.
Little moans of joy escaped from Nancy's lips and already her head was beginning to flail from side to side. He felt the beginnings of a churning motion in her loins, and the inside of her cunt grasped at his prick, opening and closing without letup. He forced his hands between her shoulders and ran them down the soft curves of her back and waist, and she rippled the ridges of her backbone serpentlike in a slow undulation. The sinews of her muscles quivered lightly just under the tanned skin, and he could feel the vibrations resounding through her from her desperate churning below.
Carla sat watching the lustful scene, her greedy little eyes riveted on Mr. Harrault's plunging cock. She enviously watched as Nancy began to writhe and flail beneath him. Carla saw Nancy's hips pound and batter against his, her legs clutching his neck in a bearlike grip. Her hands were digging into his neck, and he felt as if his body was being torn asunder, so strong was her passion incited hold.
A deep animal growl began to murmur in Nancy's throat, and then she was screaming wildly, her head pounding against the ground, scattering the dirt and twigs in all directions.
Her cunt clutched and unclutched his penis in a frenetic attempt to drain it dry in time to the gushing of her own secretions which were copiously flowing out around it, and she succeeded.
He heard himself uttering harsh snarls of animalistic fury and then his own hips were bashing against hers. A volcano had erupted in his balls, and now the white molten lava was speeding along his cock to burst into the crater of her cunt. Spurt after spurt he sent shooting into her, and her ever-hungry cunt swallowed every last drop. Long after she had pumped his cock dry, she continued her maniacal milking refusing to believe that there was none left. With the whimper of a sulking child, she relaxed her deathlike grip on him and sunk in a heap on the ground.
John dozed off, satiated by the beautiful fucking of the young thirteen-year-old he had just experienced, until he was wakened by what seemed like insects crawling all over him. Rousing himself, he attempted to swipe the pests off, but found that they were not insects — it was Carla, a curious lustful gleam in her eyes, who was bending over him, her long hair sweeping and tickling his flesh. A lascivious grin spread over her face, and John, thinking of his satiated prick, sighed aloud, "Oh, no, not again!" which convulsed the girls with laughter.
Iris, hearing John in the kitchen, decided to wait until he had left before getting up. Then, when she had drunk a cup of coffee, she ambled out to the office and did a little paperwork.
Glancing at her watch, she saw that it was eight-thirty, and she went into the bedroom, and put on a matching shorts outfit. She applied lipstick and combed her shining cap of hair into place.
Then she sauntered out into the bright morning sunlight, and humming to herself, walked in the direction of the woods. She breathed in the fresh morning air, redolent with the scent of many blossoms. When she had walked for about ten minutes, her face lit up when she spied a figure in the distance. The figure began to run towards her, and she in turn, quickened her pace. They reached each other and embraced warmly. Iris' companion was a young girl, recently enrolled at camp. Her beautiful long auburn hair gleamed in the sunlight, sending off red highlights, and her delicately chiseled face lit up with joy as she walked hand in hand with Iris.
They reached a shady glade, well off the main path, and they sat down under the shade of an old tree.
Immediately, the girl's hands began to roam over Iris' body, caressing and squeezing the older woman's flesh. Then she raised her angelic face to Iris, and Iris responded, pressing her lips down in a feverish kiss on the younger mouth. The girl's hands began to fumble at Iris' outfit, tearing impatiently at the buttons, all the while murmuring terms of endearment, and stroking the glossy cap of hair.
Sighing with pleasure, the girl finally managed to undo Iris' top, and began to slip it from her. She flicked open her bra, and released Iris' firm breasts. She cupped them lovingly in her hands, and buried her head in the warm doughy mounds. Iris breathed in the subtle perfume of the girl's hair, and the red strands fell over her tanned breasts creating an intriguing pattern, both of touch and visually.