2 comments/ 29963 views/ 7 favorites Next Weekend By: Odysseyker Before you read this story, be advised that it is adult oriented and contains very graphic depictions of a sexual nature. It is not intended for, nor should it be read under any circumstances, by persons who are not at least eighteen(18) years of age. This story can stand on its own, but it is a direct continuation of "School's Out", my 2012 "Summer Lovin'" contest entry. If you haven't read that one, you may find it helpful. If you choose not to, there may be a few things that won't make a lot of sense, but they are minor in the scheme of the story. I considered just tacking this episode on as chapter 4 of that story but decided its plot was different enough to be a sequel instead. I love to read your comments and would enjoy hearing from you. I even want your comments if you don't like the story, provided you are actually giving constructive criticism. Please don't leave a comment if you are simply turned off by what the story contains. Just because you may not enjoy or politically agree with the portrayals doesn't mean that others won't. Thanks for reading... ~~Odysseyker ------------------------- Next Weekend We broke camp, packed up and made the trek back to our vehicles. Once there, we said our goodbyes and followed one another back toward town. At various points we went our separate ways, heading for our respective homes. When I reached mine, I noticed that my parents' car was not in the driveway. I knew it wouldn't be in the garage because we only used that for storage. After unloading and stowing my gear, I went inside and found a note from my mom on the dining table. It said that they had went to my older brother's house for dinner and wouldn't be home until around ten o'clock that evening. I wasn't disappointed. I'd never gotten along all that well with my brother and was sure I wouldn't be missed. Plus it gave me solitude for the evening to just unwind and settle down from the excitement of the weekend camping trip. I headed upstairs to my room and stripped, dropping the clothes in a heap on the floor. Since no one was home, I ambled down the hallway to the bathroom in the buff. I turned on the shower, let the water get warm and stepped in. For several minutes, I simply stood there letting the hot water ease stiff muscles and wash away the feel of nature that always seems to cling to you after camping. And while the water pelted me, the only thing I could think about was Tracy. Normally, I would have finished my shower and been raiding the fridge by now, but visions of the nineteen year old girl had overtaken my mind. I could vividly see her dark blonde hair and smoky blue eyes. Her long, tan legs and sweet smile. Not to mention her pert, "C" cup tits and perfect ass. But it was more than those things, which I indeed loved, that had my mind reeling. It was the possibility of a relationship, and the things that I didn't know about her that captivated me. When the water began to run tepid, I quickly soaped and rinsed my body and hair. I turned off the water and grabbed a towel. After drying off, doing a quick shave of my face and combing of my hair, I exited back to my room, still nude. I usually wouldn't do that, even when no one was home, but I guess spending most of the weekend clothes-free was sticking with me. I considered not putting anything on, but decided on an old pair of gym shorts, just in case someone was to stop by or if my parents came home early. With Tracy still filling my thoughts, I headed for the kitchen and made a sandwich. I grabbed a soda and went into the family room, flopped down on the sofa and switched on the television. I channel-surfed for a few minutes in search of something to get my mind off of the girl. Finally, I settled for a baseball game. But after a couple of innings and devouring the sandwich, I had no idea who was even playing. I thought a nap might help so I stretched out and closed my eyes. After fifteen or twenty minutes I still couldn't push the girl out. "This is friggin' ridiculous," I muttered to myself and sat up, frustrated by the situation. I snatched the phone and punched in Tracy's number. "Hello," her sweet voice came on the line. "Hey, Tracy... It's Ron," I said. "I know you probably weren't expecting me to call so soon," I began, "...but my parents are at my brother's place and I was just wondering if you wanted to go get a pizza or something." "Sure... I guess... But can you give me a couple of hours?" she replied in a less than enthusiastic tone. My heart sank a little and I assumed that I must have read her wrong at the campsite. I thought for sure that she was interested in me. But her manner now didn't seem to reflect that. "If you're busy, that's okay," I told her, then said, "I can get a hold of one of the guys or something." I was trying to be nonchalant and upbeat, but doubt if I was. "No. No... I want to go," Tracy returned. "I'm just helping Mom with some stuff and I still need to take a shower," she explained, seeming somewhat more interested. Then she said, "I really want to talk to you. Pick me up around five-thirty." I agreed and even though I had been successful in my quest, I was now left with more questions than before. Was she interested in me, or had she led me on? Was I making more out of things than I should? She said she really wanted to talk to me; What was that about? The first thing that shot into my mind was that I'd cum inside of her that morning. Hopefully she wasn't going to tell me she wasn't on the pill. "After all, she told me to do it," I reasoned with myself. Still, the next two hours seemed to drag by. My earlier excitement for the girl was now compounded by a myriad of other things and by the time I left to pick her up, I was nearly at wits end. When I pulled into her driveway, Tracy was waiting for me on their front porch. She trotted out and climbed into my truck. I silently put the vehicle in reverse and backed out, then shifted and headed up the street. I started to ask where she wanted to eat but was surprised when she leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I thought that was a good sign and gave her a smile. I decided to take the initiative on dining choice, opting for a pizza place that was just out of town. I thought we might have more privacy there, and I knew the food was good. Once there, we sat down, placed our order and after the waitress brought our sodas we began to talk. The first thing I wanted to clear up was the question of birth control. Ever since I'd hung up the phone, I had been kicking my own ass for not being more careful. "Look, Tracy," I began. "I pictured this conversation starting out differently but I have to ask," I said, stumbling toward the question, "Are you on the pill?" She gave me a half-grin and replied, "Is that what's got you in a snit? You're worried about this morning, aren't you?" Then she took my hand and looked into my eyes and said, "I've been on the pill since I was sixteen. I wouldn't have told you to do it if I wasn't." Not that it would have changed my feelings for Tracy if she wasn't and had ultimately ended up pregnant, but I didn't think either of us were ready for that kind of responsibility and I was glad to hear she was protected. And with that burden off of my shoulders, I told Tracy the same thing. Then I confessed to her that I couldn't get her off my mind and that I wanted a serious relationship with her. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about," Tracy said, looking down at the table. She was interrupted by the waitress bringing some complimentary bread sticks, but continued after she left. "I really want a relationship with you too," she said, although I could sense a 'but' coming. She picked at the tablecloth and finally stammered, "But there are a lot of things I want to explore and I don't think I can commit to you, at least sexually speaking." She made a good point. I hadn't considered that side of the coin and now that it had been brought up, I couldn't say that I was finished sowing wild oats either. But then, as I thought about it, a proposal crept into reckoning. "What if we committed to one another but had an open sexual relationship?" I submitted. Tracy looked at me for a moment and then shook her head. "I don't think that would work. I'd feel like I was cheating if I were to go off with someone just to have sex," she explained. "Okay. I guess I can understand that," I said. We were both silent for a while and then for some reason I suddenly flashed back to the previous night when I'd watched Joe and the others fucking Tracy. As I thought about it, the idea of watching her have sex with others seemed curiously exciting. "What if we agree to only have sex with others if we are both present?" I offered. Tracy thought for a few seconds and then smiled. "That sounds interesting," she mused. And after a moment more she added, "Could be the best of both worlds. I think we could definitely make it work, but we absolutely have to be honest with each other and set up some ground rules before we start." She was right and I was amazed, yet again, at this wonderful girl. She was showing a real maturity and forethought that I wouldn't have. Another aspect that I had overlooked about her. Up until that weekend, I had only seen her as a gangly tomboy that hung around with a bunch of guys; somebody's cousin, lost in the background. But now I had a whole new perspective on the girl. Not only was she a beautiful woman, but she was smart and affectionate, charming and unworldly. We 'officially' became a couple that evening and spent most of it discovering each other, more intellectually than anything else. Over the following week, we went out a couple of times and talked at least once or twice a day on the phone. The ground rules were laid out in anticipation of the upcoming camp-out and we drew closer and closer to one another. By the time Thursday rolled around, I was bursting with excitement. Truth be told, I was anxious to see Tracy in action. I knew that I'd have my turn with her, but I couldn't stop thinking about how sexy she had looked with Joe's big cock slicing in and out of her. It seemed strange, and still does to some degree, to be anxious for your lover to screw others, but it wasn't the benefit of the others that I wanted. I was interested in Tracy finding the pleasure that she sought. And I knew that she required more than a solitary individual to meet that need. Not that she has ever been a raging nymphomaniac, just that she has higher goals than most women and a greater desire to fulfill. I found out that Tracy was not one to simply 'settle' for something. She's more of a woman than that. It's one of the things that I came to love most about her, and still do to this day. ------------- Thursday night, Joe called and informed me that he wasn't going to make the camping trip. "I hate to miss it," he said. "Sounds like it would be fun, but I've got a date tomorrow night," he told me. "Must be one hot chick," I chuckled, knowing that if Joe was interested in her she would most likely be spectacular. "She's a redhead," Joe quielty boasted. "And let me guess... She's got a twin sister," I speculated. Joe had always had a fantasy of doing a pair of redheaded twins. Joe laughed and told me I was correct in my assumption. I couldn't begrudge him a shot at fulfilling his fantasy so I didn't give him a hard time about it. But it was still a little disappointing since I was looking forward to his presence. And I knew Tracy was too. Still, there would be Kyle, Rusty and myself, even though I doubted that Tracy would have much contact with Rusty since he was her cousin. And although she had gone so far as to let him fuck her the weekend before, she had confided in me that she didn't feel right about it. After I finished the conversation with Joe, I dialed Rusty to finalize our plans. Again I was met with disappointment. "I can't go," he told me dejectedly. "Dad says I have to help him paint the stupid house," Rusty continued to complain. So that left us with just a foursome; Kyle, Debbie, Tracy and myself. Not what the girls were expecting, I'm sure. Still, I was confident that there was some good sex to be had and it might even be nicer to not be so hectic. I convinced myself that it really was for the better. Not having as much testosterone in the camp would give Tracy and I a chance to test our arrangement without going overboard. The next morning, I loaded up my truck, called Tracy and then headed to the store for some supplies. While I was shopping, my cell rang. It was Kyle and he sounded terrible. He explained that he must have come down with the flu and wasn't able to go with us. I thought, "Bummer... Now it's just me and the two girls." Then it hit me. It was just me and the two girls! I didn't know if they would be excited about the idea, but I was looking forward to trying to please them both. I made some quick adjustments in my shopping list and retrieved the goods. By the time I hit the checkout line, I'm sure my shorts were bulging just a bit, especially since I hadn't seen the need to bother with underwear. The more I though about having both women to myself, the hornier I got. I'd never had two girls at the same time before so I was understandably intrigued, in more ways than one. I was looking forward to servicing them both, but the pair had fondled each other and kissed a couple of times the previous weekend. I also knew they had been intimate before that. Now I was plotting how I might go about convincing them to fully engage. Of course I'd seen girl on girl sex on the internet a hundred times, but to witness it live and in person would be something. And knowing that the girl I was quickly falling in love with would be one of the girls; That was icing on the cake. I wheeled into Tracy's driveway and pulled up behind her Grand Prix. Her mom's car was absent, as expected, her having gone to work. Tracy's dad had passed away several years prior and her older sister had married and moved away. That left just Tracy and her mom in the house, so I believed Tracy to be alone. I guessed that we would need to go pick up Debbie, Tracy's brunette friend who was also nineteen and sexy as hell. But to my surprise, the door opened and Debbie's head peeked out, quickly followed by Tracy's. The pair surveyed the yard and street, then stepped out onto the porch. They were both wearing T-shirts over shorts. Once they were on the porch they did another quick look around and then both of them flipped up their shirts exposing four wonderful, braless boobs. Then, just as quickly, they spun around and dropped the back of their shorts to moon me. From what I could see, it was evident that I wasn't the only one going commando. The girls were laughing hysterically as they readjusted their clothes and ducked back into the house. I got out of the truck and nearly ran to the door. Tracy was waiting for me just inside with her bare chest plastered against the glass of the storm door. I tried to open it, but the little minx had locked it. "You can look, but you can't touch," she taunted. I gave her my best fake pout so she reached down and clicked the lock open. I grabbed for the handle as Tracy dropped her shirt back down to cover herself. When I stepped over the threshold, the little blonde tossed her arms around my neck and greeted me with a hot and passionate french kiss. My hand went to her now cloaked breast and she broke the kiss, smacking my hand away in a playful manner. "No touching," she reminded me. I used the comment as a segue to break the bad news. "Well, if I don't get to touch, you may be outta' luck," I began and then proceeded with the explanation of events. "So I guess it's just the three of us, if you still want to go," I concluded. Tracy didn't say anything. I expected she would still go even if it were just the two of us. Debbie was the question mark and she gave me a response that made my dick twitch. She worked her way toward the door and picked up her duffle bag. As she hefted it over her shoulder, she patted me on the butt and simply said, "You're going to be one tired boy." I felt as giddy as the girls had been when they flashed me. I couldn't believe my luck. I had heard stories of things like this happening and, of course, I'd read the letters in porn magazines. But then again, I never really believed most of that stuff. Now I had to rethink some of that because here I was with a beautiful, sexy girlfriend, who I knew was ready to jump my bones, and her equally sexy friend that seemed more than willing to do the same. I grabbed Tracy's duffle, along with a small cooler they had and we shuffled out the door. We made the drive to the same state forest we had visited the previous weekend, then needed to make two hikes to the campsite to get all of the gear and supplies there. That was another reason having the other guys around would have been handy. The simple fact was that the girls couldn't lug as much as the guys, but I was guessing it was going to be well worth the trouble. It didn't take us long to get the tent set up and start getting camp in order. I set off to gather firewood and when I returned, the girls were still busy tidying things up and putting finishing touches on the tent. But I quickly noticed something was different. As Debbie bent over to tie a drawstring on our temporary home, I was afforded a beautiful view of her tight ass and pussy, as well as one of her tits. She had removed her shorts and was just wearing the T-shirt. I ogled Debbie for a moment, then turned my attention to Tracy, wondering if she had done the same thing. Looking in her direction, I saw her tugging at the hem of her shirt which had ridden up over her also nude bottom. I smiled happily as I got a glimpse, between her legs, of a few pubic curls that poked out and contrasted against the inside front of her white shirt. I dropped the firewood and stood there watching both girls, jockeying my gaze from one to the other. They acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary, so I played along and left for another armload of wood without a word. But the next time I returned, there was no missing the fact that they had adjusted their attire again. This time they were both happily buzzing around the campsite totally nude. Again I dropped the wood and set to brushing the dirt and bark off of my shirt. I feigned disinterest in the girls, but my dick was already beginning to react to the sight. After sufficiently cleaning myself, I went to the cooler and retrieved a cold soda. As I straightened up and held the can away to open it, I felt arms reaching around me from behind. Then I could feel the soft swell of breasts being mashed against my back. I felt hands touch my chest, massaging lightly, and heard Debbie's voice whispering in my ear. "Tracy's like the sister I never had and I love her.... Don't ever hurt her," she commanded solemnly. Her statement caught me off guard and stunned me for a moment. Before I could respond, Debbie's hands slithered under my shirt, and she called out to Tracy, "Don't you think this guy's got too many clothes on?" Tracy turned and grinned at me, then walked toward us nodding her head in agreement. Her perky tits jiggled as she neared us and her golden hair tumbled around her shoulders. When she reached us, she squatted in front of me and reached for my crotch. Her fingers playfully stroked up and down my zipper while Debbie's were dancing circles around my nipples. My cock was growing harder by the second and in no time was swelling the front of my shorts. Debbie took the soda from me and dropped it into the cup holder of a nearby camp chair, then returned to her teasing. Her lips found the back of my neck and she began nuzzling me, sending chills along my spine. Meanwhile, Tracy was increasing the activity on my fly, rubbing along the obvious bulge now fully developed there. Her fingers moved upward and she found the button of my shorts and unfastened it, but then to torment me, she didn't lower my zipper. Next Weekend While Tracy leaned in and began mouthing my bulge, biting at it gently and playfully, Debbie paused and grabbed the bottom of my T-shirt. She hoisted it up and over my head, depositing it in the same chair as my soda. Immediately, her lips and hands were on me again, licking, nibbling and teasing my upper body. I could feel her nipples, hard as rocks, as her 34C breasts moved across my back. Everything the girls were doing felt incredible and I knew that we were just getting warmed up. Tracy took this opportunity, now that I was shirtless, to kiss and nibble at my belly. She let her mouth wander south and licked seductively at the gap left where she had unbuttoned my shorts. The tip of her tongue dipped under my waistband and I nearly came unglued. I wanted her mouth on my pecker so bad I was about to burst. I forced myself to maintain some composure, telling myself to be patient and enjoy the moment. But my dick didn't want to wait; I could feel pre-cum begin to ooze from the tip. After a few more minutes of this agonizingly delightful foreplay, Tracy giggled and said, "I think he's ready Deb." Her fingers started to rub right at the very end of my prick and I glanced down to see a quarter sized wet spot on my shorts. Without hesitation, Tracy swiftly lowered my zipper and tugged my shorts off my hips. My nine inch cock bounced out of them and before they were on the ground, Tracy had me in her sweet mouth. I groaned in delight and placed my hands softly on the sides of her head. While Tracy sucked my meat, Debbie let her hands slide downward. They crept lower and lower on my abdomen until her fingers were brushing the base of my penis. I removed one hand from Tracy's head and reached back, around my body, in search of Debbie's. I knew I wouldn't have much latitude, but I wanted to feel her skin in my hand. My fingers came into contact with her hip and I stretched as far as I could, trying to reach her butt. Sensing my intent, I assume, Debbie repositioned herself. She moved from directly behind me to a spot more to my side. Leaning into me, her boobs nestling around my arm, she dropped her head to my shoulder and watched Tracy blow me. With more room to maneuver, I let my hand dip between Debbie's thighs. My fingers were met with ample wetness. I teased her hairless slit for a moment and she parted her legs slightly more. Without hesitation I slipped my middle finger into her hot hole and began slowly finger-fucking her. I could hear Debbie softly moan as I worked the digit in her vagina. Her left hand moved along my abdomen, down to the base of my cock once more. This time she circled it with her fingers, as if holding it steady for Tracy as she bobbed up and down my pole. At that moment, I recalled Tracy telling me that she and Debbie had been practicing her deep-throating skills. I wondered if she was going to attempt it then. Unfortunately, it was not to be and Tracy released me from her lips with a slurp. Both girls worked their hands back and forth over my length for a few minutes and then Tracy let go. She stood and gave me a lingering kiss while my free hand searched for her pubic triangle. I quickly found it and discovered her to be as damp as Debbie. Like I'd done with Debbie, I teased Tracy's crevice for a moment and then inserted a finger into her with little resistance. Finally Tracy pulled her lips away and her eyes drifted to Debbie. There was a momentary look between them, then their mouths drew close and they locked into a hot french kiss. The kiss lasted for what seemed like several minutes and I didn't mind. My fingers were busily diddling the girls and there was a hand on my tool, still slowly stroking it. I had hoped to see the girls with each other and this seemed like a good start. When they finally separated, there was a definite lustfulness in the look they held for each other. I truly expected there was going to be much more between them, but I counseled myself not to push the issue. That was one of the ground rules that Tracy and I had discussed. Under no circumstances would we try to push the other into any activity. The desire had to be natural and not coerced. Otherwise, the act would only serve to satisfy the pusher and breed angst between us. Debbie stepped back, releasing my dick and freeing herself from my finger. She gave me a playful pat on the ass and said, "Start a fire. I'm hungry." I chuckled, kissed Tracy again and then called over my shoulder, "You two used that excuse last weekend too." "Yes, and it was true. And it's true now. I haven't eaten all day and I'm starving," Debbie returned as she disappeared around the side of the tent. Tracy was still hovering above my other hand, gently grinding her crotch on my finger. She pulled my free hand up toward our faces and, while staring into my eyes, sucked my middle finger into her mouth. It was slick with Debbie's secretions and Tracy made no bones about cleaning every bit of her friend off of me. And when she finished, she leaned in and whispered in my ear, "I can't wait for you to fuck me while I eat her pussy." I nearly squirted my load all over the teen's leg when she told me that. My cock was throbbing and I seriously considered forgoing the fire. "Patience..." I told myself, knowing that we had the whole weekend to play. Still, I was never so anxious to bed someone than I was to get these two lovely ladies in the sack. Again I was counting my blessings as Tracy dismounted my hand and went for the cooler. Grabbing a soda, Tracy dropped into one of the camp chairs and popped it open. She took a long drink from the can and instead of putting it in the cup holder, she jammed the can between her thighs, pressing it right against her cunt. "Whoo Hooooo..." she sqeauled. "Gotta cool it off," she added with a chuckle, grinning at me. I started with the fire, my dick slowly regressing to a flaccid state, but I was having some difficulty concentrating on what I was doing. As I knelt down to build the initial pile of twigs, I realized I was eye level with Tracy's hips. My eyes kept darting in her direction and when she caught on to the situation, she only made it worse. The girl would open her legs and give me a quick look, then close them tight again. Once, she even started diddling herself. I floundered, knocking over the whole pile of sticks and had to start from scratch. Finally, I managed to get the kindling lit and soon a fire was blazing away. By then Debbie had rejoined us and I think it was she that had planted the seed in Tracy's head to play with herself. I know they both had a good laugh at my expense. That was okay with me, but I made a mental note to get back at them, somehow. Of course it had to be in a way that wouldn't prevent me from getting laid. We ate a quick meal consisting of simple burgers and chips. By the time we finished, the sun was setting and I knew that darkness would soon settle on us. I didn't want to presume anything so I sank into my chair and waited to see if one of the girls would initiate something. After a few minutes, Tracy got up and said, "Gotta pee... Be back in a minute." That certainly wasn't the launch that I was hoping for, but when nature calls, you must answer. Debbie remained but I decided taking a whiz wasn't a bad idea. As I passed her seat, I quietly answered her earlier remark concerning Tracy. "Don't worry... I won't," I said. While I urinated, my mind wandered and somehow drifted to watching Tracy pee. I'd never had any fantasy about golden showers or anything like that, and that wasn't what I was thinking about then. But for some reason, the thought of simply watching her take a piss was turning me on. It was possible that the recent events' naughtiness were overpowering me to stretch into non-normal concepts. But then again, not everyone's 'normal' is the same thing either. In any case, I filed the thought away, finished my own business and returned to the campfire. When I got there, the girls were already on a blanket that they had spread out. I couldn't hear them, but I could tell they were talking. They both giggled and then clammed up when I approached. They were sitting with their legs crossed in front of themselves and facing each other. I stretched out on my side next to them with my head near Tracy and my hips next to Debbie. Before I was even settled, the girls pushed me over onto my back and Tracy straddled my chest. "Time for dessert," she chuckled, looking down as she worked her crotch into position over my face. I didn't resist. Her feminine aroma was already filling my nostrils and I simply reached around her, grabbed her ass with both hands and drew her pussy to my mouth. As I tongued Tracy, I could feel Debbie's hands on my limp manhood. Her skilled fingers toyed with me for a couple of minutes, quickly coaxing my member to a more erect status. Then I could feel her lips move over the head of my penis, her hands still at the base, and she began to slowly suck on me. Debbie had given me a couple of abbreviated and interrupted blowjobs the weekend before, and this seemed different. She seemed more focused and her efforts were more concentrated. I guess just the fact that I was the only one in camp with a dick made that easier for her, but there was more to it than that. Before, it was simply unbridled sex. Now it seemed as though she was literally making love to my cock. Either way, it felt great. It didn't take long before I was fully engorged and Debbie's saliva was coating my rod. And as she had done to the other guys the last Sunday, Debbie deep-throated my cock right down to the base. I'd only had one other girl do that before and she had struggled with it quite a bit, making the experience less than it could have been. That wasn't the case with this brunette dynamo. The sensation was incredible as the head of my manhood wedged deep in her throat. It was almost as if there were two completely separate feelings to absorb. I could feel the end of my meat being squeezed by her esophagus, while the totally different feeling of her lips and tongue centered at the base. While Debbie skillfully blew me, I was busy lapping away at Tracy's heavenly hole. Her juices were abundant and coating my eager tongue. I slid it between her puffy labia and upward toward her swelling love button. Once there, I flicked the tip over the fleshy bud. I heard Tracy moaning her approval and her hips began to gently gyrate when I sucked the hooded nub between my lips. We continued in this manner for a few minutes and then I could feel Debbie cease the fellatio she was performing on me. I was still nose deep in Tracy's snatch and had no way to see what was happening. The next thing I knew, I felt Debbie straddle me and then the exquisite sensation of her pussy encasing my cock. She felt warm and as wet a Tracy as I slid into her depths. Debbie began a slow undulation over me and, after a while, I felt Tracy leaning back a bit. This allowed me to see her torso and as I looked up, I could see Debbie's hands appear under my girl's arms. They came around and swiftly scooped up Tracy's boobs. Debbie started to gently fondle the glorious orbs and Tracy cooed blissfully. With Tracy having leaned back, I could do little more than jab my tongue at her hole and lick the lower portion of her pussy. But, I did what I could and let Debbie do her thing. She continued to softly ride me and had gradually increased her efforts on Tracy's tits. She was now starting to pinch and twist the stiff nipples with a good deal of force. I knew that Debbie herself enjoyed rough nipple play, but I wasn't so sure Tracy did. As I suspected, Tracy didn't like it quite as rough as Debbie. "Easy Deb," she exhorted her friend. "You're gonna pull my nipples off," she chuckled. "Oh, God.... I'm sorry Baby," Debbie responded sincerely. "I just got lost in the moment and forgot that I was playing with your tits and not mine," she added. Then with a coy tone she continued, "Why don't you lie down here and let us kiss them and make them feel all better?" With that, Tracy and Debbie both removed themselves from atop me. Tracy stretched herself out next to me and then Debbie dropped on Tracy's opposite side. Debbie and I simultaneously turned inward and let our lips descend upon Tracy's succulent boobs. Her nipples were quite red, and stiff as could be. We each kissed one of the swollen nubs and Debbie queried, "All better?" Tracy gave us a mock pout and replied, "Nu-uh!" Again we kissed the rigid nips a couple of times, then Debbie repeated her question. "A little," Tracy said in a childish manner. "But I think they need a few more kisses." Once more Debbie and I started kissing the buds, only this time we didn't stop at simple kisses. We each began to nuzzle and suck at the blonde's breasts, gently licking and, of course, kissing them too. "Mmmm... Much better," Tracy conceded. Her comment fueled my desire to please her, and I think it did the same to Debbie. We began a tender yet full out assault of Tracy's chest, causing her to mewl and wriggle beneath us. As we licked and nibbled at the girl's breasts, it was impossible for our mouths to not be in close proximity. When mouths are that close together, the only natural thing is for them to come together and eventually mine and Debbie's did. As we kissed, we each brought a hand up to take our mouths' places on Tracy chest. Our tongues chased each other for a moment and then Debbie gently bit at my lower lip. Her passion was evident in her eyes and heat radiated from her lips. Our tongues began their cat and mouse game again and I could feel a hand working into my crotch. I knew that it was Tracy's and I glanced down at her as I continued to french Debbie. Tracy was smiling and had a look that was not only sexual pleasure, but a look of satisfaction that let me know she was fine with Debbie and I being so passionate with one another. It was almost as if she were as anxious to see me with Debbie as I had been to see her with the other guys. I ended the kiss and returned my lips to Tracy's breast. I moved my hand downward, toward her hips. Debbie followed my lead and moments later our fingers were nestled next to each other's on Tracy's pubic mound. We relentlessly teased the girl, neither of us slipping low enough to touch her clit or pussy lips. Our fingertips danced over the girl's skin and brushed up and down the thin landing strip of hair that she hadn't shaved. Tracy was groaning from desire and after a few minutes, she began thrusting her hips upward, trying to get one, or both, of us to finger her. I held off in hopes that Debbie would do the deed and she finally did. After a whimpering, "Oh, come on guys..." from Tracy, Debbie trailed a finger over her friend's pubis and ever so slowly worked it into the girl's hole. For the next several minutes Debbie and I continued to pleasure my girlfriend. Our lips and tongues played across Tracy's skin, concentrating on her tits, and we alternated our efforts with our fingers between the girl's legs. Ultimately, as one of us plunged a digit, or two, into Tracy, the other would tease her clitoris. Working together as we were, we brought Tracy to the brink of orgasm twice, then let her calm down before proceeding further. Finally Tracy ordered us, "Either make me cum or stop so I can rest." She wasn't angry or upset, she simply needed a break. She was trembling and panting heavily as I moved to kiss her lips. Her brow was coated in perspiration and she almost looked as if she'd already cum. Her eyes were closed and her hair mussed, but she was still a beautiful vision. I kissed her for a moment and again, Debbie followed suit. My lips had no more than pulled away when Debbie took my place and pressed hers tenderly to Tracy's. It was quite the erotic scene and I felt like I could have watched them kiss forever. But I had noticed the fire dwindling, so I grudgingly got up and moved to tend it. When I looked back to the blanket, the tables had turned and it was now Debbie on the receiving end of things. Tracy had the brunette on her back and was hungrily sucking at the girl's nipples. Her left hand was wedged into Debbie's crotch and it was evident that at least one finger was buried inside her. Debbie's eyes were closed and you could tell that she was truly enjoying herself. I decided that instead of interrupting, I would just enjoy the show for a while and dropped into one of the camp chairs. As I watched things progress, Debbie slowly became more involved in reciprocating Tracy's efforts and before long they were having at each other pretty well. Eventually, they were laying head to foot and fingering each other's pussies with gusto. When I sat down, my dick had deflated some but was rigid as steel again after only minutes of watching the girls. And when Debbie grabbed Tracy and rolled onto her back, bringing the pair into a 69, I couldn't help but to start stroking it. I was mesmerized by the action as I watched Debbie waste no time in slithering her tongue into Tracy's snatch. Tracy's blonde hair was spilling around her shoulders and blocked most of my view, but it was evident that she too was munching away at her friend. The pair groaned and moaned and slurped each other for a couple of minutes and then I remembered what Tracy had whispered to me. She wanted me to fuck her while she ate Debbie out. Now was the perfect opportunity since she was most definitely eating Debbie's pussy and her ass was stuck up in the air at just the right angle. I decided Debbie would simply have to excuse my balls dangling in her face. I scrambled to the blanket and worked my way up to Tracy's raised rear end, my hard-on bobbing in front of me. To my delight, Debbie knew exactly what I was planning and guided me into my girl's gushing slit. I was too horny to play around much and drove all the way in on the first thrust. Tracy let out a pussy-muffled moan and then lifted her head long enough to exclaim, "Oh, God yes! Fuck me, Ron. Fuck me!" My heart was suddenly racing as I began to pound in and out of her unceremoniously. We had moved beyond tender lovemaking once again and were engaged in pure lust. I was trying to be somewhat careful, though, since Debbie was still under Tracy and lapping away as best she could. After several long, hard strokes I paused and pulled nearly all the way out. Debbie took the cue and jammed her face deeper into Tracy's crotch to nibble and tease the girl's clit. She also took the opportunity to give my slick shaft a few good licks and then I was slamming home in Tracy again. From my somewhat elevated position I could see that Tracy had not only her face, but a hand in Debbie's crotch as well. Still, I couldn't see exactly what she was doing with them. Whatever it was, Debbie liked it. The brunette was moaning and groaning and then she went still for a moment and her pelvis tilted upward a bit. I thought she was about to climax and thought it a bit soon, for her, but then she dropped her butt and growled, "Oh yes Baby... You know I like that." I found out later that Tracy had slipped a finger into both of Debbie's holes; one in her pussy and one in her ass. The next several minutes were a blur of grunts, groans, moans and exclamations as we lost all sense of time and place. It could have been ten minutes or ten hours, I had no idea at the time. Somewhere in that time, I remember feeling Debbie's tongue on my balls as they swayed back and forth above her face. I could feel her hand on my ass and a finger slip between the cheeks. For a moment I was concerned that she was going to try and probe me, but she didn't. Instead she simply rubbed her fingertip over my anus and down behind my scrotum. Debbie repeated this maneuver a few times. I'd never felt anything as intense and it pushed me past the point of no return. But before I blasted off, Debbie suddenly went rigid for a second and then began to thrash around beneath Tracy and I. Her voice broke out in a cry of, "Yes, Baby, Yes!," and, "C-cu...cumming so harrrddd!" Next Weekend I couldn't hold out any longer and drove my dick balls-deep into Tracy's slippery cunt. I grunted and began spewing my jism deep into her hole. As I held myself in place, I could feel Debbie's lips working on Tracy again and before I was finished ejaculating, Tracy's pussy was grasping at my pole in an orgasmic explosion of her own. She was whining into Debbie's pubes and bucking her hips as the climax overtook her body. I remained buried inside her until she shuddered one last time and went semi-limp under me. Debbie was still beneath Tracy and was breathing hard in her own recovery. As I extracted my deflating pole from Tracy's sweet box, Debbie leaned her head upwards again and took my cum-coated dick between her lips. My body involuntarily twitched as she sucked the mixture of Tracy's and my own juices off of me, but it felt amazingly good. When Debbie released me, I dropped back onto my haunches for a moment and then scooted back and into a sitting position. I watched, in awe, as she leaned up and started licking Tracy's open slit again. My cum had begun to ooze out and Debbie wanted it. She ate Tracy until there was no more. The whole time Tracy whined and begged for her to stop but made no real attempt to end the sweet torment. I had hoped to watch the girls together, and I got my wish, but I never imagined I'd get the chance to watch one of them eat my sperm out of the other. By the time Debbie finished, I couldn't believe it, but I was hard as a rock again and ready for more. And more there was. For the rest of the weekend, we fucked and sucked each other in nearly every way and position imaginable. There was very little time that we didn't have some body part connected in some way to someone else's. We even made a sexy game out of meal time. I had so many orgasms that I lost count and by the end could only manage a minimal amount of cum. My balls were sore for a week, but it was definitely worth it. That weekend was a defining time in my life, and a time of deep bonding between the three of us. By the time we left on Sunday, we had connected on a level that most people could never understand, and I knew that this relationship, with both girls, was one that I hoped would last a long, long time. ~~The End... of this episode. (Watch for more of Ron, Tracy and Debbie in "Summer Schooled" and "Debbie's Treat".)