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What Sandy's Friend Told Ch. 01

By: leBonhomme



This is what Sandy's college boyfriend told her about his summer vacation in Europe. When they were back together, they were each pleasantly pleased to discover that the other had learned that there were more ways to make love than just the missionary position. At first, of course, they each were a little surprised at the recognition that the other had obviously gained experience during the summer, but since it was mutual, they accepted it. After some hesitation about admitting that they had enjoyed themselves, they both took delight in telling and hearing about each other's experiences. 

The reader may eventually hear about Sandy's experience from someone else's viewpoint.

Oh, all this happened back in the late 1960s. For those who can't remember, "The Joy of Sex" hadn't been published yet, so young people didn't have a guide. Masters and Johnson's "Human Sexual Response" had been, however. Sandy ventured to buy it after doing some things she hadn't ever done. She found it reassuring to discover that she wasn't the only one to enjoy them, but most young people back then were much more naïve about such than even younger teenagers are today.

His story, as he told it to Sandy:

The second morning at the campsite above Florence, Rick and I noticed a couple of girls there. They weren't overly attractive, but attractive enough, above average, and we had only talked to a few Americans in well chaperoned groups. We managed to overhear that they were speaking Dutch, at least, we were sure it wasn't German. When we saw them again in town, on the old bridge with all the shops, Rick spoke to them - you know I am shy - saying that we recognized them from the campsite. They spoke quite good English and seemed pleased to be spoken to, and mentioned that they had also noticed us. That sounded good, and we agreed to continue our sightseeing together. 

Of course, we all had already seen Michelangelo's David, but when we happen by there again, the girls snickered and one of them told that they had seen a group of younger American girls staring at him "like they had never seen a naked man before." Rick and I liked that, the oblique suggestion that they had. 

So we had a nice day together and finished it at the campsite with one of those oversized bottles of Italian wine, agreeing to meet the next day. And did, another nice day, maybe not the full sightseeing itinerary, but we were all obviously enjoying each other's company. They were students from Rotterdam and seemed more forward than we were accustomed to - not really, just a bit, somehow - and we found that ... uh, ... inspiring. Well, Rick and I had hopes that we might get a little kissie/feelie, not that there had been any pairing off.

When we got back to the campsite after a cheap supper, they said they wanted a shower first, which sounded like a good idea, leaving it unspoken that we would again spend the evening together. I hurried to buy two more big bottles of wine, and then after our showers, we gathered at our tent. When we realized that we only had cups for ourselves, one of the girls suggested that we could all drink from the bottle. The previous evening they had brought their own cups. So we passed the bottle around, which made things a little closer, drinking out of the same bottle and sitting so that we could pass it and - yeah - touching hands, since those bottles are too large to hold well except at the neck. And none of us was avoiding that. On the contrary, the girls seemed to take the initiative about touching more than necessary - well, only the first time, and they didn't seem to mind when Rick and I responded, and ... well, you get the picture. 

So we finished the first bottle - really not so much for four people - and agreed to start the second one. Rick and I winked at each other, and I had the impression that the girls may have, too. During the evening, they looked like they were agreeing about something, a couple of times speaking Dutch to each other, and they certainly were being agreeable. Rick and I - during our showers - had wondered if either of them had shown any preference for us - and agreed that we didn't have any. By then, it was dark and late enough to think about going to bed. 

The second bottle was passed around a couple of times, exchanging nice glances as we passed it. Then after a nod between the girls, one of them said that she had to go, and the other agreed, and Rick and I had to, too, of course - been holding it to avoid breaking up the party. 

We all got up, feeling the wine a bit, and went to the bath/toilet house and did our thing. Of course, we were wondering if the party was going to continue, and if not, how we would break up. The girls took a little longer, and we waited on them. At first we walked back towards our tent, all walking pretty close, and then one of the girls took my hand, just waiting long enough for me to squeeze it, and said so all could hear:

"Why don't we split up?"

Then I noticed that the other one was holding Rick's hand. Just what did she mean, I wondered, but her hand was already suggesting we go in another direction. I squeezed it again before I could find my tongue to reply, hoping that I wasn't sounding surprised when I agreed: "Good idea."

She smiled at me in the dim light and returned my squeeze and led me to their small tent. When we got to it with a couple of more squeezes and smiles, she let go of my hand and stooped down, suggesting that I take off my shoes while she straightened up things in the tent. I did, watching her find a flashlight and then slide one air mattress off the other, and then crawl back on them and roll out a sleeping bag. To my surprise, it was already opened completely, covering both air mattresses. Had they been planning this since their showers?! 

She spread out their other sleeping bag across the foot of the bed that she had made. This was going further than I had imagined, expected, hoped! And then - and now ...?!

"Okay," she whispered, smiling at me, and I crawled into the tent. She turned off the flashlight, leaving it very dark after she closed the tent, but I could recognize that she was beginning to get undressed, taking off her blouse, and I took off my shirt; and she started to take off the long pants she had put on for the evening, lying back and slipping them over her hips, and I did pretty much the same, taking off my socks. I lay down, already more than a little aroused in my jockey shorts. Yeah, I was thinking: maybe all those stories about European girls being more liberal really are right, not just guys shooting their mouths off.

I was still expecting her to find a night shirt or something as I recognized that she was taking off her bra. But she didn't. She lay down next to me. I couldn't really see her, but felt her warmth. And then she was moving around, and I could see the silhouette of her legs and her arms, removing her panties! 

If she thought I had taken my shorts off together with my pants, they sure had to go now! And did, accompanied by a soft "um-hmm" from her, that could have been a chuckle, but I hoped not. I felt warm enough already, but she then sat up and pulled the other sleeping bag over us, lying back down and finding my hand.

Well, ...! I was glad I wasn't a virgin, thank you [to Sandy], but I didn't know if I would/could live up to her expectations. Those stories seemed more true than I could have imagined.

"Um-hmm," she murmured again, and her hand slid up my arm, and her feet found mine. I brushed her breast with the back of my fingers, brushed her aroused nipple, reassured, at least, that she was also aroused, and she confirmed it with another "um-hmm," her hand now sliding from my shoulder down onto my back. I turned my hand and held her breast - nice. I was thinking something about Dutch dairy products, milk-fed girls, nice round cheeses. She drew us closer, our noses touching. 

And, well, ... I felt pretty confident about my skill at kissing, and we did, and they do it about the same way in Europe, at least, she did, which was reassuring, ... and arousing. And she didn't mind feeling that I was, her hand sliding down to hold us even closer together. Yeah, we were soon locked in each other's arms, ... and legs - after kicking back the cover - and I wanted to check out ... - hm-hmm! - the source of Dutch girls' dairy products. 

When I started to move my head down, she rolled back, inviting me to. Good! And she liked that. And her hand found my cock, and then after a few moments ... Oh, I did wonder if Rick was also having it so good, even wondered if they had arranged our sleeping bags the same way. What one can suddenly think about in such a situation!

And then after a few moments, her other hand was on my head, seeming to urge it to move further. There was only one thing she could be suggesting, my tongue not just in her belly button. I didn't have any experience with that - we didn't. Why not? But, of course, guys had talked about it, but I couldn't remember anyone that really seemed to have spoken from experience. And then it occurred to me that I didn't have any rubbers, so maybe that - this - was the only solution. 

I wasn't going to disappoint her if I could help it; the reputation of all America's manhood resting on my shoulders, or dependent upon my tongue - virginal tongue in this context. When I relinquished her nice nipple, both her hands seemed to urge me to turn around. If she knew what she wanted, did that include ...? Whatever, she wanted me to turn around, and my mouth moved down to her soft hair. Was it as blonde as she was? It sure smelled sexy, and she had opened her thighs. 

Yeah, I wanted to. Whatever I may have thought about it before, I wanted to taste her pussy. But if that was what she wanted, she must know how she wanted it! Do your best! 

Well, I don't have to tell you [Sandy] about that, just say that she wanted to, too, and did.

Hm-hmm! I won't make any comparisons. It was my first time, and, of course, it was good. I did wonder if she really wanted me to go all the way, but I figured that she must have experience and would decide that for herself. She did, and sounded like she was enjoying it. I sure did, both ways. ... Oh, maybe she didn't as much, ... I didn't know what to expect that way.

But she sure seemed pleased when I crawled back around and kissed her. I thought we would just curl up and go to sleep, but she reached down and found him again, snickering, and then snickering again when she felt that she could arouse him again. I wasn't sure what she had in mind, but she knew what she wanted, kissing and then offering me her breast again. Still thinking that we didn't have a rubber, I was wondering where things were going. She was lying on me, now holding him between her thighs, and rocking her hips, rubbing him against her pussy, and it was feeling good, and I thought I could hold off, even knowing and feeling he was rubbing between her slippery pussy lips. Then she surprised me by reaching out a hand, rummaging around for a moment at the side of one of the air mattresses, and then handing me a rubber. 

She chuckled and slid her legs outside of mine and let him poke at her pussy. My hips were moving, and she seemed to be wanting to try to capture him, and did! She moaned and held him, rocking her hips down to hold him deeper, and then waited for me to get the rubber out. She helped me put it on and guided him back into her, and then ..., well, ... we fucked, she as active as me, maybe more so, the way she was moving her hips. Whatever, she came, and, of course, I did again, and she was more than just pleased.

Forget the details. Then we did curl up and go to sleep.

Of course, I woke up a couple of times in the night. The first time, I had rolled over and wasn't touching her, but the different smell of the tent reminded me immediately of where I was and what had happened, pleasant thought, and I went back to sleep. The next time, it was her arm around me that awoke me, this time very aware of her warm presence, and realized that this was - would be - the first time I spent a whole night in bed with a girl, and also realized that it didn't seem to be her first time from the way her arm had found its way around me. Wondering a bit about how it would be in the morning, I drifted off to sleep again. 

When I woke up again, it was dawning, lighter in the tent. Her arm had disappeared. I rolled on my back and looked over at her, seeing her lying on hers, and apparently already awake. She turned her head and smiled at me and whispered: 

"Hi. Good morning."

"Um-hmm, good morning," I replied, returning her smile as I wondered what was the appropriate thing to say. That would have been no problem with you [Sandy], but - first time - and what did girls in Europe expect, especially if they were accustomed to sleeping with someone on such short acquaintance?

When I didn't say anything, she smiled again, maybe a little wryly this time, and asked: 

"Surprised?" I guess I nodded, and she added:

"Me too. It just seemed like a good idea."

"It sure was. ... Oh, I guess I said that last night, when you suggested it, but I didn't know how good it would be."

"Me neither. ... Hm-hmm! Are all American boys like you?"

This was getting much easier, now that she had admitted that she was also surprised, so I replied almost jocularly: 

"Maybe you'll have to ask your girlfriend." She almost laughed and agreed:

"Oh, I will, if she'll tell."

"Then I'll ask him about Dutch girls."

"Don't think they are all like this."

"And don't you think we're like all American boys."

I knew that Rick had less experience than I had, so I was wondering what had happened in our tent. She rolled towards me onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow and looking down at me with a grin. The top cover slipped down, revealing her nice full breasts - oh, sorry, but they were - and I was thinking "Gouda, Edamer," just recalling my thoughts from the night before, as she remarked:

"Maybe I shouldn't just ask her," and she smirked, and after a moment - I wasn't sure just what she meant - when I smirked, she nodded slightly, and I replied: 

"I don't think I want to trust his opinion, either."

We both chuckled, and then chuckled again more heartily, which made her breasts move nicely. 

You [Sandy] did want to hear everything, and didn't spare me any details.

"And I [Sandy] haven't yet told you everything."

"If they want to," she replied, and her nipples popped out, and she smiled when my fingers found them, but then sat up and threw the cover back and said that she had to go, and that it would be good if I and her girlfriend returned to our own tents before other people were up.

As we got dressed, a bit difficult when one can't stand up, we looked at each other unabashedly, smiling when our eyes met. She chuckled once, and then again and whispered: 

"I had heard that Americans were ..., weren't so ..., well, ... you know, ... didn't all do that." 

"Hm-hmm! Maybe you're right. I certainly will in the future."

She smiled at my veiled admission, and then we were getting our shoes on and went to the toilets. As I waited for her, Rick and the other girl appeared, smiling a little wryly when they saw me, and disappeared as Geerta came out. 

Yeah, that was her name, will make it easier to tell them apart. The other one was Marga.

Geerta squeezed my hand with a smile, and then a soft chuckle we went our ways. Back in our tent, I found that Rick and Marga had made the same kind of double bed with our sleeping bags, reminding me to wonder again that in their tent the sleeping bags had already been spread to cover both air mattresses. If they had planned so far ahead, I thought, so much the better. When I discovered the wrappings for a rubber on each side of the tent, I grinned and snickered to myself, wondering which of them had taken the used rubbers to the toilet. Yeah, Geerta had taken ours - grinning at me when she found it and the wrapping to dispose of.

Rick returned, smirking as he entered the tent. I didn't expect him to tell me any details, and he didn't, just looked very pleased with himself, and probably I did too. I felt it. I didn't want to brag about having had 69 with Geerta - oh, I did, but I didn't - but told him about our joking about Dutch girls and American boys. He liked that, of course, especially the implication that Geerta might want to sleep with him. He admitted that he also hadn't been sure what to say at first, and Marga, too, but they had gotten around that with a little kissie/feelie before they got up. Oh, yes, he did tell that he had been surprised by her suggestion to make the bed that way. When I told him that Geerta seemed to have already prepared to make the bed that way, we both wondered at her or their apparent anticipation that the evening would end as it had.

The girls joined us for breakfast, sharing what they had, which included Dutch cheese. Of course, I whispered to them all the thoughts I had had about that, and we all laughed, and all seemed to enjoy the mild reference to the way we had spent the night. When the girls glanced at each other, I wondered if Geerta had also told Marga about our joking. Even if she hadn't, I thought it would be a good idea to give Marga a little more attention during the day, at least to suggest that I wasn't favoring Geerta.

That wasn't difficult; we all equally happy with each other's company. I even had the feeling that Geerta was following my lead by talking more to Rick, and he didn't look like he was minding. So we had another nice day together, and evening, with an additional bottle of wine that the girls insisting on paying for. 

We finished the old bottle and started on the new one, now much more familiar with each other, so the conversation got more intimate. We all admitted that we had never jumped into bed so soon after meeting someone, and joked about the fact that apparently we all had rubbers - condoms, they called them - in anticipation that it might happen. Towards the end, Geerta referred jokingly to our discussion about Dutch girls and American boys, so by the time we finished the bottle, it seemed only a question of who-with-whom in which tent. 

On the way to the toilets, Geerta settled that - she was the more outspoken of the two - by taking Rick's hand and saying that she wanted to see the inside of our tent. Marga glanced at me with a smile, and I touched her hand with a nod, and then we separated. Rick and I were finished sooner, smirking at each other as we waited, and then the girls joined us with grins and took our respective hands. 

Marga and I chuckled a couple of times on the way to their tent, and then it was pretty much like before, except that the bed was already spread out, and this time I had no questions about what would happen, hardly aroused as we undressed. 

Then we were lying in bed, facing each other, just holding hands with our forearms touching.

"This is nice, meeting you two," I murmured: ... especially nice like this," and I squeezed her hands, and she, mine as she agreed: 

"Um-hmm, ... - hm-hmm - maybe a little funny, ... like we were talking about."

"Um-hmm. I guess we all wanted to. Funny. Of course, when we started our trip, we liked to imagine that maybe something would happen, but we really couldn't imagine how, ... and it seemed even less likely as time passed."

"Um-hmm, yes, sort of like that, though I don't think we really intended to, expected to. Hm-hmm! Just came prepared."

"I noticed, was surprised, ... worrying about that at some point."

"Um-hmm, she liked that, what you did, ... we like that."

"And I sure liked it, and that she did too."

"Hm-hmm! She did too, ... like it. She wasn't sure before, but she wanted to try it. ... I did too, but we didn't do it."


What Sandy's Friend Told Ch. 01



"Hmm! Maybe I should talk to Rick."

"Hm-hmm! I think ..., well, ... maybe Geerta will tell him."

"Or show him. ... I got the idea, worrying about not having a condom. ... Like Geerta, I wasn't sure before. Maybe you were right about American boys, ... but we're willing to learn."

"Hm-hmm! He knew that he had some, ... - hm-hmm - and knew how to use them."

During this, our feet had touched, then our knees, our calves eventually overlapping, and then our thighs, not arousingly, just comfortably, familiarly. We were still just holding hands, however, but by then more comfortably, with our palms turned towards ourselves, my forearms touching Marga's breasts, and hers, my chest. 

"That's good! ... Uh, ... how did you know that she wanted to try it?

"Oh, not just from yesterday. ... Hmm? ... You really want to know."

"If you want to tell."

"Oh, guys had done it to us. ... Hm-hmm! One especially, I guess the first one for us both. ... Hm-hmm, now you know a little more about Dutch girls. And, of course, it seemed that they wanted us to, too, but ... well, ... we just didn't, hadn't wanted to. But then another girl said she liked to, ... liked it, if you know what I mean."

"Um-hmm."

"So, well, ... I didn't expect that Geerta really would ..."

"But she did, ..."

"And liked it."

"It sure seemed so. I figured she knew what she was doing; it sure seemed so ..."

"And she thought you did too."

"Gosh, that's good! I was worried that the reputation of all American males was resting on my shoulders."

Marga almost laughed out loud, snickering and clutching my hands, and I snickered too, venturing to add: 

"Well, maybe my shoulders weren't really the right part of my body."

She snickered again and pressed her head closer, and then I felt her tongue touch my nose, long enough for me to nod my head, and we both snickered again. We were silent for a moment. Then her thighs squeezed mine, making me suddenly aware of how close we were lying, and then squeezed it again, and she murmured:

"I want to try it, ... just by myself."

"If you want to," I murmured, feeling him respond to her suggestion.

I felt her nod as she straightened out her legs and released my hands, wondering how she would want to do it, as I rolled on my back. She rested her head on my chest and her hand slid down my stomach, finding and scratching in my hair for a moment, and then venturing further, finding him, now full but not sticking up. "Um-hmm," she murmured as her fingers slipped around him, and then chuckled pleasantly when she felt him start to rise. I felt her fingers explore, thinking that her little nod was a response to the recognition that I was circumcised. By now, he was standing up, and she moved her head and shoulders down towards him, but then she drew her knees up and rose onto them, letting go of him to fling back the cover, and then crawled down between my thighs, finding him again in the dark, and finding my balls with her other hand.

You [Sandy] know I don't have much experience with different girls fondling me like that - hardly any, in fact, except you - but she seemed to have experience. 

It seemed like she was re-acquainting herself with something familiar for a few moments. Then in the dark, I saw her head and shoulders sink down, and then I felt her tongue on him, twitching before it started to explore, twitching again when it found his most sensitive area. She obviously knew about that! She held him still and caressed it and then found his little slit. Her soft "um-hmm" suggested that she knew she would find it moist and had.

I was beginning to think that if she weren't careful, she might have to discover if she liked "it" before she discovered if she liked to do it. But I guess she knew about that, too; for a few moments, she just massaged my balls. Then she found him with her mouth, her lips slipping around him, slipping down until he was in her warm mouth, twitching, and I was worried again, and murmured: 

"You don't have to. ... Uh, ... if you want, I can try to warn you."

She just nodded - moving him in her mouth - and did a bit more to arouse him, and then raised her head and replied brightly: 

"I want to. I like this. Hm-hmm! Good!" and she gave him a lick: "... and I want to find out."

And then she had him in her mouth again, licking and experimenting with sucking and blowing, letting fresh air slip in around him and warm air escape, and he loved it all, and then she seemed to understand that it was more about sucking a cock than literally giving a blow job, if she knew that expression. 

With Geerta, thinking she had experience and being very busy myself, I had just enjoyed it, but this was especially arousing, knowing Marga was doing for the first time - and so good! - and with the knowledge that she wanted to go all the way, let me come in her mouth, not like having to try to pull out in time for lack of a rubber.

But she was going to find out whether she liked that sooner than I wanted her to, it was being so good. She probably recognized how aroused I was, my hips beginning to move as I moaned softly. All I could manage to say was: "soon," and then I came before I expected that I would. And how! Again and again, and whether she was liking it or not, she didn't hesitate to help me give it all to her.

She liked it. 

She held him until he began to soften, and then let him slip out of her mouth and dove up on me, kissing me - our first kiss - with the taste of it still in her mouth, and I liked it too as our tongues moved on each other and from one mouth to the other. ... Hmm! At least tasting it that way1. Finally she raised her head with a soft snicker and murmured "Oh yes!" and kissed me again, we kissed some more, my hands exploring everywhere they could, her round bottom and back, and then her breasts, her aroused nipples, and she liked that, with pleased "uhnns" encouraging my scratching and pinching and pulling on them.

Of course, I wanted to do it to her, to return the favor, thinking that then he would be able to let us really do it. She had the same idea, at least about my doing it to her. First she offered me her breasts to suck - this time I didn't think about cheeses - and then - a bit to my surprise - she crawled up on me until her pussy was over my mouth. 

One aroused pussy, already moist, and a little different from Geerta's. Wasn't I an expert now? And it got better; she knew what she liked and could show me - no, I wasn't yet an expert. But it was fun learning, and he was back to life, letting me wonder as I tongued her clitoris - yeah, different from Geerta's, forgotten how - let me wonder if Marga knew where a rubber was and was thinking about the possibility of moving on to that. My hands were again playing with her nipples, and she was obviously very aroused - even a non-expert could recognized that from the way her hips were moving her pussy on my mouth.

I forced my head back and murmured: "condom," and then returned to enjoying her now very wet pussy. I felt her weight shift for a moment and then a few moments later felt her hand find my cock and then felt her slip one over his head. Clever, these Dutch girls, being able to do that behind their back, I thought. And then she was moving back, finding him again and rolling it down, and then guiding him into her.

"Uhnn-uhnn!" we both agreed, and then, ... well, ... well, now we [to Sandy] can do it at least that good.

Then we curled up and went to sleep, and, to keep it brief, again got up in the early morning and found Rick and Geerta, and she and I returned to our own tents. Rick looked even more pleased with himself than the previous morning. It didn't take much urging to get him to tell how Geerta had taught him about oral sex, taking the initiative - now that she knew she liked it - and making it obvious that she wanted him to, too. He liked it, both ways, of course, and that wasn't all they did.

Of course, we had breakfast together again, sharing smirks that didn't need any explanations. Rick and I already knew that the girls were only going to stay in Florence one more night, and we were planning to go on to Rome. That sort of put a question mark over our day, although we had a fine time together, laughing when we saw a group of US teenagers gawking at David, and taking the time to stand in line to climb to the top of the cathedral. In the evening, the girls let us invite them to dinner, a bit better than the previous evening. And then we were back at the camp site with a fresh bottle of wine.

By then the question mark - at least for Rick and me - had two parts: who would spend the last night with whom; and how to bid the girls farewell. The first part was also apparent to Geerta and Marga, of course. As the bottle was making the next to last round, Marga settled that, taking Rick's hand with a smile and saying: 

"Let's share what we've learned."

There were lots of snickers, and Geerta and I winked at each other, so that was settled. Then she asked if we really wanted to go to Rome. It was a high point on our itinerary, but her further suggestion that we could go to Verona and back across the Alps with them, easily won us over - more nights ...

We did not go to Rome. Rick and I had Eurail passes, but joined them hitchhiking, which was easy as couples. We didn't always arrive together, but they both knew where the campsites were, so we always met up after a day's trip. We did take care that each couple had a tent, just in case. After those first three nights, we continued to exchange partners. It just happened without any discussion, perhaps because we all realized that serious pairing off was inappropriate, since it was just a vacation affair - two, three, four affairs? Hm-hmm, and we soon needed more condoms, but Geerta had no reservations about buying them, and let me pay for them, with my explanation: "since I'm sleeping in your tent" - that night.

Then we were in Cologne for the last three nights of their vacation. Rick and I agreed that we should try to treat them - and ourselves - to a hotel. By then, we had understood that they wanted to go Dutch treat on everything, but we convinced them, both with the temptation of a real bathroom and bed, and, to their demurring that nice girls shouldn't accept such an invitation, with the direct argument that they had made the first invitation of that nature. Of course, that brought forth snickers and smiles and their agreement. Of course, we wouldn't book into the hotel as couples, they signing into one room, and Rick and I, into the other one.

We found a small, modest hotel and settled in. They insisted on treating us to dinner, and we bought a couple of liter bottles of wine to take back to the hotel, inviting them to join us. I guess that Rick and I had assumed that we would split up as couples for the night, as we had until then, and maybe the girls had the same idea.

They went first to their room and then joined us, bringing the glasses from their bathroom. We had a glass or two of wine, sitting on the double bed - really two adjacent beds - like we had sat at the campsites, just a little more formal, drinking from glasses. For a while, we talked about our vacations, before we met and then together. By now we had been together so much that we knew how the evening would end, and knew with whom, the other one this time. 

Oh, that sounds kind of crude, but that's the way it was, and it really was nice and seemed normal: no hang-ups about having - pretending - to be in love to enjoy sex together; no thoughts about how others might view our partner swapping - no, "sharing" is a better word. 

"The other one this time." We all knew who that was and naturally showed a little more interest, leaving a hand on her thigh, or on her shoulder, her hand on his thigh. It also wasn't hard to notice that they had removed their bras, reminding me that we had only seen each other naked for brief periods when we got dressed in the dim morning light in the tents.

As we finished the bottle of wine - and some more mild caressing of the partner for the night - it was evident that eventually someone was going to have to suggest splitting up, volunteer to go to the girls' room. In a pause in the conversation, Geerta and Marga exchanged glances, and then Geerta said: 

"We put the "do not disturb" sign on our door."

Marga nodded and gave my thigh a squeeze. For a moment, I thought: yeah sure. But then I asked myself why she had mentioned it, and then understood that she could be suggesting that no one use the room, that the cleaning woman in the morning shouldn't see that it hadn't been used. When Marga squeezed my thigh again, and I saw Geerta undo the top button of her blouse, I chuckled with a smile and glanced at each of them and gestured with my head towards the pillows. Their nods were very slight, but the movement of their eyes suggest stronger agreement, and more, when Marga also started to unbutton her blouse. Rick caught the implication and asked:

"All of us, here?"

"Good idea," I added immediately to mask his question as a suggestion.

"Why not," Geerta agreed, whose blouse was now open down to the last two buttons, and then snickered and added:

"If we're that kind of girls?"

We all laughed, perhaps more than necessary in nervousness about what had been suggested, but, "why not?" I thought, and grinned at Marga and began to unbutton my shirt, and she grinned back as she continued to unbutton her blouse. Rick had caught on and pulled his polo shirt out of his pants and began to strip it over his head. Geerta's breasts were already visible in her opened blouse, suddenly reminding me of my thoughts about Dutch cheeses, although there was really no connection, except perhaps in a very general way, both being round.

Someone rescued the glasses as we took off the rest of our clothes with more alacrity than I expected, and agreed that we all had to use the bathroom. 

We grinned at each other, all standing naked in the small room, taking each other in for the first time in the light, Rick and I just a little aroused. We let them go first, Geerta using the toilet first. We were surprised that she didn't close the door, and more surprised when she said that we could use the washbasin: "That's what the boys back home do."

We three snorted, and Rick nodded to me, so I joined her, wondering if she was going to watch. She did, and didn't hesitate letting me wash herself. Then Marga and Rick used the bathroom the same way.

We returned more or less to the positions we had been in before, sitting together on the beds, but now each of us obviously looking at the others' naked bodies for the first time in better light: lovely breasts with aroused nipples, Geerta's smaller than Marga's - knew that already - but with larger areolas - guess I knew that too, but it was nice to see. And they both had light brown pubic hair. And they were looking at us, all of us snickering, and the girls snickering again when they saw our cocks stir, stir even more when they put their hands on our thighs again.

With a chuckle, I said:

"I want to see something else, ... before I ..." and grasped Marga's thigh, pretty close to where I meant.

She snorted, maybe nervously, but Geerta just grinned and opened her thighs, even rolling her hips up as she leaned back and supported herself on her hands. It looked like she was already aroused. Marga hesitated, seeming surprised at Geerta's immediate response, looking at her pussy and than glancing at me. I winked and squeezed her thigh again, and then with another snort she did the same. Rick had a better eyeful than I did, but I quickly moved to have a better view of what I had been eating every other night, moving to do so again.

Marga lay back, and I straddled her, and after a more intensive, close-up look at her pussy, I was tasting her again, and she was pulling my cock back to have him in her mouth. Geerta and Rick were just as quick, the girls lying head to foot with us over them and making moist noises in their pussies. After a minute or two, it occurred to me that I could see what Geerta was doing if I raised my head. I did, seeing Rick's cock in her mouth and her hand fondling his balls. Of course, she noticed my movement and glanced over at me, the corner of her mouth moving, as much of a smile as she make with her lips around him. Then my head dropped back down between Marga's thighs ... 

Then things began to sound more sloppy, and I was aware not only of the aroused movements of Marga's and my bodies, but also of those of Geerta and Rick - and their moans. Of course, we didn't all come at the same time, but Marga and I sure came, and I knew Rick must have, and recognized from my experiences with Geerta that she did.

Rick and I rolled away from each and lay with our heads on one of their thighs. I wondered: is it an orgy if two couples are just doing it in the same room, on the same bed? It had just happened that we did and been a nice, additional experience, admittedly a little more arousing, doing it in the light and seeing both their pussies, and seeing Geerta with Rick's cock in her mouth.

Then I saw that the girls' hands had found each other. Well, that seemed to indicate that they had no problem with it. Were we going to continue like in the tents all the previous nights? I didn't know just what Rick had done, but we - Geerta or Marga and I - had always wanted to use a rubber - or two, if we woke up in the night. Oh, once we fell asleep after eating each other, and just did that again. Which one? I had thought about doing it in the mornings, but we always felt like we had to avoid anyone's seeing me leave the girls' tent or one of them leave ours. Yeah, we guys were always in the same tent, ... more reason not have anyone notice that the girls took turns being in ours with Rick.

"Hmm!" Geerta snorted, and I saw her hand with Marga's rock back and forth, and then she remarked: 

"Well, that was something new, ... good, ... didn't think I would ever have anyone watching me," and she glanced over Marga's thigh at me with smirk.

"Um-hmm," we all agreed, and I wondered if Rick had seen my cock in Marga's mouth. I reached over and fondled Geerta's breast, and Rick - always open to a good suggestion - found one of Marga's. They apparently liked that, both chuckling softly when their nipples responded, so we continued, of course, and I could see their hands playing with each other.

Then Marga's other hand found my cock, and a chuckle from Rick suggested that Geerta had found his. Soon it was obvious that we wanted to do more. 

Geez, I don't know if we would have been doing it like that night after night if we hadn't been changing partners, but we did. Maybe it was because we always started with oral sex; nice and relaxed and fun to do, even before one is aroused, but then, of course, we always were aroused, and did. 

And we wanted to again, but we needed rubbers - in the pocket of my pants, that were lying somewhere on the floor behind me. "Condoms," I muttered, and the others snickered as I rolled over and found my pants and then the rubbers. When I rolled back, Geerta was already moving to be on top of Rick, all of them snickering again as I handed her one. Marga sat up and drew her legs out of the way so that I could lie on my back and then straddled me, rubbing her pussy on my cock. She even got it in her while I was unwrapping our rubber, while Geerta was doing the same - rubber and pussy.

And then we were doing it, letting the girls do it, rocking their hips. Hm-hmm! I think they also had gained some experience with us. We all chuckled when they watched what the other was doing, Geerta even rising up to let us all see Rick's cock in her pussy. But then it was getting more arousing, and the girls were paying attention to us as we fondled their breasts, and then sucked on them when they leaned down, and then we were really fucking, their wet pussies riding up and down on us, and eventually we all came.




What Sandy's Friend Told Ch. 01



After we had recovered, we all went to the bathroom again, snickering as Rick and I also washed our faces. We decided not to start the second bottle of wine and went to bed, the girls facing each other between Rick and me, now behind Geerta, nice and comfy. The girls were again holding hands, like I had with Marga the first night with her, the back of Marga's hand against mine, that was cupped around one of Geerta's breasts. 

We didn't spend the whole night lying like that, of course. When I woke up, I was facing the other direction, and had to go to the bathroom. I slipped out of bed and went. Only when I returned, did I realize that the girls were now lying curled up together - yes - like I had been with Geerta! She also had rolled over in the night, and now Marga's arm was around her. 

Well, of course, that was comfortable, and maybe just natural after so many nights sleeping with someone, just naturally putting one's arm around the warm body one found. I almost snickered at the thought that maybe Rick and I could have ended up that way, and then snorted silently at the further thought, that I would surely have noticed not finding a breast to hold, but then Marga should have noticed that she did find one, well, maybe not holding it, just noticed that it wasn't a man's chest. 

They all still seemed to be asleep, and I wondered if I should dare disturb them by trying to sneak back into bed. If it had just happened, it would be tactful to let them get out of that position without knowing I had seen them. Then I had the startling thought: what if it didn't seem strange to Marga to have her hand there? It did look like it was on Geerta's breast. Oh gosh, I thought - doing a lot of thinking for so early in the morning - maybe they did sleep together like that, and remembered my surprise the first night when I saw that their sleeping bags were already opened out to make a double bed. I didn't know what to think about that. 

Before I could start thinking again - well, I had recognized that if I didn't go back to bed, they could still surmise that I had seen them like that - Geerta's eyes opened sleepily, and then recognized that I wasn't in bed, and then found me. After a moment, she seemed to wake up more and then smiled slightly - a Mona Lisa smile. It could have indicated that she understood that I had recognized that they were accustomed to sleep like, but it also could have indicated that she too was a little surprised that Marga had her arm around her but didn't want to disturb her. Thinking again, it occurred to me that when she first became aware of it, she might have assumed that was Rick or me. Of course not, if she had really woken up, but we all had awakened to find ourselves with our or our partner's arm like that - and probably they had often spent the whole night sleeping with someone - a man, presumably - whereas Rick and I till then had always had to get the girl back to her dorm.

Geerta smiled again, this time a little wryly, and then raised the covers, inviting me to get back in bed, but also revealing that Marga's hand was on her breast. I did, as gently as I could, lying on my back, and Geerta put her arm around my chest.

For a few moments, maybe a minute or two, all was still, and I thought that maybe we hadn't disturbed the others and might doze off again. But then I felt Marga's hand - just touching my arm - hold Geerta's breast more firmly, and then move a little, obviously aware of what it was doing, and seemingly familiar with holding it. Geerta snorted softly and slid her hand up and held my breast, confirming her recognition that I had felt Marga's hand move, and also that I must have realized that it wasn't the first time they had been like that, and she snorted again. 

Then the back of Marga's hand seemed aware that it was touching me, pressing against my arm once, and I heard a soft "oh?" and her hand slipped away. Geerta snorted again, and I did too, and Marga murmured a more audible "oh." I heard Rick move, apparently rolling onto his back towards Marga, and then after a moment, he raised his head and looked over at us, seeing that I was awake, but apparently not taking in the girls' position, and murmured: 

"I got to go," and got up. Marga rolled back, and Geerta's fingers moved on my breast, finding my nipple as she drew her thigh up onto mine with another snort.

"Hmm! That seemed rather familiar," I remarked and put my hand on Geerta's to emphasize what I was referring to.

"Hm-hmm! ... Um-hmm, maybe," she agreed softly, then adding a little louder: 

"But I got to go, too."

"Me too," Marga agreed quickly, so quickly that I thought that maybe she wanted to escape the situation, and she followed Rick before Geerta could get up.

"I have, already. At least we don't have to get up so early," I remarked, hoping it would suggest that they return to bed.

Rick chuckled when he returned and said: 

"Marga waited for me to finish, but Geerta went in the shower. She must have really had to go. What was that about, ... before?"

"You'll find out," I replied, anticipating that the girls would return before I could have told him.

He stood waiting for them, both of us hearing some Dutch in the bathroom after Marga had flushed and as water was running in the washbasin. Then they returned, both smiling a little wryly. Geerta got in the other side of the bed and rolled over next to me, and Marga followed her, and Rick joined her, all of us lying on our backs, looking at the ceiling for a few moments. Then Geerta snorted slightly, and I ventured to repeat my remark:

"That seemed rather familiar."

Geerta snorted, more strongly this time, as Rick asked: "What?"

Marga said something in Dutch that sounded like an objection, and Geerta snorted again and replied: "Why not? He probably knows."

"Knows what?" Rick asked, and I replied:

"That Marga was lying with her arm around Geerta and holding her breast."

"Oh! ... Really?"

"Um-hmm," Geerta confirmed, chuckling softly.

"Yeah, that does seem ... 'familiar'."

I wondered if Marga was blushing, but thought it not tactful to look at her, and the others also seemed to feel that it was better to keep looking at the ceiling. Then Geerta chuckled again and remarked:

"I wondered what you thought that first night when you saw how our sleeping bags were."

"Well, I did wonder if you two had been anticipating how the night would end before we even thought it could end like that, ... so nicely."

"How was that?" Ricked asked.

"They were rolled up at the back of tent, but already opened full width."

"Oh, yeah. I just thought it clever of Marga to open ours that way. ... Hm-hmm! Didn't know theirs were always like that."

We all snickered, even Marga, who may have been fearing that Geerta or I would have said something more direct about the way they had been sleeping. Rick snickered again, maybe at a fuller recognition of implications of what he had said and the way they had been sleeping. Then I felt Geerta's hand slide over my hip and find my cock and balls, gathering them in her hand she commented:

"Well, at least you know that we prefer boys."

"We sure do," I agreed, and Rick added:

"Very much," and then snickered and murmured: 

"That feels good. I guess you do."

"Um-hmm," Marga agreed, and I surmised that she had done about what Geerta had - was doing, massaging me gently as she added her own "um-hmm." 

By now it seemed obvious that Rick and I understood that they had slept together before we met them, and I asked: 

"Well, since you do, how did that start?"

Marga said something in Dutch again, and this time Geerta replied to her in Dutch before she said to us:

"Oh, it just happened. Once ..."

Marga interrupted her in Dutch, and she replied in English:

"Why not? They already know, now."

"Oh, all right," Marga acquiesced, and Geerta continued:

"Last winter at a student party ... Oh, ... hmm, ... - just informal - ... it is not unusual that people go home together afterwards, well, to one of their rooms, ... not all of them, of course, and not always. So, well, at this party, we were talking, maybe too much, not dancing or talking with boys, but eventually talking about them."

"Um-hmm," Marga agreed, now apparently accepting that the story was going to be told, and willing now to add to it, explainng : 

"One especially, who wasn't there that night, the one I mentioned to you the first night in our tent. That's when we discovered that he had been the first one to do it like that to each of us."

"Um-hmm," Geerta agreed, continuing:

"And, ... well, when it was late, and we had maybe drunk too much, Marga suggested that I could spend the night in her room, since mine was much further away."

"You asked if you could, didn't want to take the night bus."

"So, there we were, a little high, and feeling like we had maybe missed out on something else, if you know what I mean," and Geerta held my cock to suggest what she meant and continued:

"So, we went to bed. Girls often share a bed, ... well, not often, but don't think anything of it. And we didn't have anything on."

"I offered you a night gown."

"But you weren't wearing one, and had taken off your panties ..."

"Because you had." 

"Okay, so I started it. ... So, there we were in bed together, naked, ... and well, we did it."

"It was your suggestion."

"You were turning me on, holding ... touching me."

"You were too, ... first."

"Felt good, ... both ways."

"Um-hmm, but you suggested it."

"And you didn't object, ... and wanted to, too."

"Only after you started; what else could I do?"

"So we did. Why not? Of course, we knew it would feel good, and we liked it, boys like it, those who do it."

Rick and I snickered and agreed simultaneously: "We do."

We all chuckled, and Geerta's hand was arousing me a little. Then she snorted, and Marga gasped slightly, and Geerta murmured with a chuckle: 

"If they know we do, why not?"

Then Marga snickered, and I felt Geerta's thigh twitch as she murmured an approving "um-hmm," and the girls both snickered. Geerta's hand had forgotten my cock for a few moments, but then remembered - fondling him more intensively than before. 

"Um-hmm," I approved, and Rick agreed with me. We rolled towards the girls onto our sides, and all grinned at each other. Their nipples were aroused, and I could see that Marga was holding Rick's cock, but not just that: the girls each had her other hand on the other's pussy - very familiar! - and their fingers weren't just holding them. 

We found their aroused nipples, our hands starting with those of the nearest girl but then reaching to fondle those of the other one. Both hands of the girls were also busy, which was interesting to watch, making me suddenly think about trying to pat one's head while rubbing one's stomach, but it seemed as though they had no difficulty mastering the trick of simultaneously arousing a cock and a pussy, and they were, all four of us humming appreciatively. They drew their thighs up to let each other arouse the other one better, and did, to judge by the intensity of their moans.

"Oooh, mmmm!" Geerta gasped and then glanced back and forth at Rick and me and murmured: 

"If you don't want to, maybe we will."

"Not with them watching," Marga murmured. 

Rick and I did want to, of course, and found rubbers, and then Geerta wanted me to get him in under her thigh, and Rick quickly did the same with Marga, and then ... we were, and they still had their hands on each other, and after we started, they both were helping the other's hand on themselves.

Oooh, that was good! Not just to see that they were still arousing each other while they had a cock in their pussy, but to feel how aroused they were - well, for me, Geerta, even when I held still in her, her pussy clutching me. Oooh, good! Sure, I knew girls did that when we were fucking, but it got a little lost in the movement, and now it seemed much more intense, feeling it as I held still, feeling her pussy clutching like it wanted to draw me into her, but I was already as far in as I could be, but it wanted as much cock as it could have - more! - and making me want to come, even though I wasn't doing anything. 

Of course, then I did, couldn't help but, starting to fuck in her pulsing cunt as hard as I could, and she liked that even better, groaning and moaning and gasping. Vaguely, I was aware that Rick and Marga were there and also more aroused, but Geerta and I were about to come, and that was all I was really aware of, that in a moment or two ...!

Bang! I was already shooting into her tight, clasping cunt, and her whole body was jerking, tense and writhing, and as much as I was shooting into her, she was spurting out - hot wet flooding my balls and down my thigh - more than I was giving her, more and longer, until she finally stilled, her cunt still clutching, but then, finally, also relaxed.

We were all just gasping and sighing, and I was again more aware of the others, surmising that they must also have had good orgasms. As we were returning to normal, I thought that if it hadn't been an orgy the night before, this had been closer to one. 

Then Geerta snorted and squeezed my cock - yeah, she could do that, too - and I slipped out of her, causing her to snort again, and then she snorted a third time and brought both her hands and Marga's up to her mouth and started to lick the fingers from one pussy. Marga's hand twitched as she gave a shocked "Oh, Geerta," and I also was at least surprised. Rick chuckled, but Geerta just snickered and then licked their other fingers, and Marga let her, just snickering this time, and Rick and I did too, and Geerta, when she was finished.

"Any difference?" Rick asked. Geerta chuckled with a shake of her head as she replied: 

"Not that I could notice," and we all chuckled with her. She was chuckling again, reaching down and finding my cock, and slipped the rubber off. She held it up, letting it dangle and letting us all see it. I was impressed at the sight of its content, and she must have been too. After a moment, she told Marga:

"Let me have yours."

As she got it, we all snickered, understanding that she wanted to compare them. Rick seemed to anticipate that he might lose the contest and murmured: 

"I'm not so good in the morning," and we all chuckled, and then he added to Marga: 

"But it was real good."

"Um-hmm," she agreed as she held up their rubber and handed it to Geerta.

It must have been; his was at least as full as mine, but we all just snickered again without commenting. It occurred to me to repeat Rick's remark, but I didn't. Geerta swung them around a couple of times and then with a chuckle knotted them together, eliciting snickers from us, especially when she played at squeezing our semen up in the rubbers. 

By then it was time for breakfast, and we got up, snickering at the state of the sheets on the bed. Rick and I were worried what the cleaning woman would think; it being obvious that girls had been in the room, but the girls thought that wouldn't be any problem, that the man at the desk probably expected that we would pair off, just didn't mind since we had two rooms, making everything officially all right. Then we snickered again at Geerta's suggestion that the cleaning woman might be impressed with what just one couple do, and Marga remarked that she might figure out that it hadn't just been one couple when she saw their room. Rick glanced at her with a grin, and then tried to look disappointed as he said in a complaining tone: "You didn't want to." We all laughed

We cleaned up a little and got dressed enough so that Rick could look out to see that no one was in the corridor, so that the girls could return to their room, agreeing to meet for breakfast. 

The girls were already in the breakfast room when we got there after showering and shaving, and whispered that they had tried to make it look like their bed had been slept in. 



What Sandy's Friend Told Ch. 02



Marga had been to Cologne before, which made it easier for us to find our way around. Rick and I weren't so interested in Gothic and Romance architecture, but we learned a lot, visiting the cathedral and much older churches, and learned that "Cologne" came from the Roman word "colonia," and saw more than enough Roman artefacts to believe it, also remembering our Caesar from high school Latin. The girls insisted on paying for a good dinner in the early evening. When Rick went into a shop to buy a bottle of wine as we returned to our hotel, Geerta snorted and told Marga and me, glancing at her as she said: 

"I know what I want to do."

Marga gave her questioning look with a side glance at me, that I didn't understand, but at least whatever Geerta had in mind sounded like something different, and obviously referred to what we would do back in the hotel. Rick returned, and we went to the hotel, agreeing that we would go to the girls' room after we had showered in ours.

We even shaved, snickering about why, although the girls had never complained. After we got dressed, and remembered to pocket our rubbers and hang out the "do not disturb" sign, we grabbed the two wine bottles and went and knocked on the girls' door.

It was a few moments before they opened it, a bit longer than we anticipated, letting us think that we had interrupted a discussion, although they both greeted us with the expected enthusiasm - and a suggestive minimum of clothing, both wearing shorty night gowns: "just to prove that we have them" as Geerta explained with a grin when she saw our expressions. 

"Oh, yes, the wine," Marga remarked with a smile, maybe to change the subject. I uncorked a bottle with my Swiss Army Knife, and we kicked off our loafers. Geerta pointed out at pants, and we took them, joining them in our shorts on their beds. We passed the bottle around, talking about what we had seen during the day, thanking Marga for her help. Of course, we all knew that when the bottle was finished, like the previous night, something else would happen, but no one made an effort to hurry things along by drinking deeply, and we had no trouble continuing our conversation about sightseeing, referring to things we had seen since Florence.

But eventually it was evident that the bottle could only make one or two more rounds and was passed with some expectant glances and a lull in the conversation. When Geerta looked at me, I ventured to ask:

"What was it that you knew you wanted to do?"

I felt more than saw that Marga tensed when she heard my question. Geerta gave me a wry smile and replied:

Marga doesn't want me to tell, ... much less, to do it."

"Why not?" Rick asked with unfeigned curiosity.

Marga looked uncomfortable, and Geerta smiled wryly again as I remembered her remark that morning: "If you don't want to, maybe we will," and also Marga's response: "Not with them watching." I snorted slightly and responded:

"Why not? We don't mind, ... and maybe we'll learn something."

"Hmm, maybe," Geerta agreed with the briefest of smirks.

Rick looked like he understood, and Marga seemed to understand that the subject was out in the open, snorting nervously, reaching for the bottle and drinking before she asked us: 

"But what are you going to do? Not just watch?"

"Hm-hmm! Oh, we can help, ... if you don't want to, too," I replied.

"How?" and she took another sip from the bottle and then handed it to Geerta - out of turn.

"Any way you want, anywhere you want," I replied with a smile that I hoped didn't look like a smirk.

Through the flimsy cloth of her night gown, it was apparent that her nipples had popped out, and Rick - not always so good on the uptake - snorted and added to my comment: 

"Yes, there," and reached across and let his fingers rub one.

"Oooh!" Marga responded and then chuckled, and then, when his fingers found her other nipple, she gave another "oooh!" and chuckled with a grin and asked: 

"Both of them?"

"Um-hmm," I agreed, grinning at her as I added:

"You won't be able to see who's doing something else, maybe that nice guy who first did it." 

Geerta smirked silently, and Marga giggled nervously and whispered: 

"All three of you ...," and then snickered and added with a grin: 

"She does it better." Geerta smiled and murmured: 

"Thanks. I want to," and emptied the bottle and set it aside. With a chuckle, she started to gather up her nightgown, and then we were all taking off our clothes. 

The girls had panties on under their shorty nightgowns, but they were soon removed with some chuckles from us all as we became naked. I was wondering how they were going to do it, where on the bed, but when Geerta slipped off it onto her knees on the floor, with a snicker Marga moved over and lay back with her hips on the side of the bed before Geerta. That looked practiced, I thought as I put my hand on Marga's breast and crouched down between her and the pillows. Rick was doing the same on her other side. As we lowered our heads to find her nice erect nipples, bumping heads, he moved around towards the other side of the bed, then we found them, and I suppose that Geerta found her pussy, too, or was working up towards it on the insides of her thighs. Whatever, Marga murmured:

"Oooh! ... All three ... Oooh! ... Ja," and held my head to her.

Perhaps Rick could see what Geerta was doing. I could just see that Marga was also holding his head to her breast as we both sucked, and could hear her appreciative little noises, and then feel her hips move, and then hear moist sounds from Geerta, and other sounds from Marga as I felt her knee touch my side, letting me feel when her hips moved.

If it hadn't been an orgy the night before, I thought, and only the start of one in the morning when the girls were arousing each other as we fucked them, this was getting closer to it: two guys and girl arousing one girl at the same time. And we were: Marga moaning softly, catching her breath occasionally when her hips jerked. Then her hand left my head and after a few moments found mine, slipping a rubber in it as she murmured:

"She wants to, too."

I didn't know how Marga knew that, but I was certainly willing to take her word for it, and aroused enough to want to do more. I let her nipple slip from my mouth and raised my head, a little surprised to see that she was now holding Rick's cock, but that was nice, that she was also trying to make it arousing for him. 

I slipped off the bed and moved behind Geerta, noticing that she had one hand down between her legs. Marga had been right. Had they so much experience eating each other in turn - instead of 69 - that she just assumed it? Or had she noticed that one of Geerta's hands was no longer holding her thigh up, like her other hand was? Whatever, Geerta moved her knees to let me move closer behind her with my cock between her thighs and found it with her fingers' help, nodding with a chuckle as they guided it into her pussy, with an "uhnnn" as I pressed it deeper. When I looked up from unwrapping the rubber, I saw that Marga was urging Rick to move over her head. Then I was putting it on, and then Geerta's fingers were again helping it slip back into her. "Uhnnn!" we both moaned, and then I saw that Marga was sucking one of Rick's balls into her mouth.

Yeah, she had done that to me - after Geerta had one night. They must have talked about what they did when we weren't around. Feels good! I said that they also seemed to have learned something with us. 

Maybe Geerta saw that too, her fingers slipped down and fondled mine. And then I was fucking her, and her hand was still there, but now more on herself, and Marga had Rick's cock in her mouth. He was on all fours over her head, moving it slightly in her mouth, and her fingers were clutching her breasts. Yeah, while I was getting behind Geerta, she had murmured: "I can do that," and she was now, squeezing her breasts and pinching and pulling on her nipples. I found Geerta's with my hands, and then for a while it looked we were doing all we could to arouse each other. 

But then Geerta's hand came up - all moist - and found one of mine and drew it down to her pussy. When my fingers found her, she nodded and then her hand left mine. Then I saw that it was under her chin and then after a moment was moving vigorously, her fingers obviously in Marga's pussy. Marga's body reacted with jerk. Had she been waiting for that? Had Geerta known that it was just the right moment? It was! Marga convulsed, her head jerking up with a moan and then a gasp as Rick's cock went deeper, but apparently her own arousal was stronger than her gag reflex; her head dropped back down as her body convulsed again, writhing as Geerta's fingers pumped in her pussy, and my cock in hers, that was clutching him, both of us turned on by Marga's orgasm, and then having our own, and Rick too, from the sound of it and his tight scrotum and the way his ass was moving.

I was still clutching Geerta's pussy, hold her hips to me as I heard her slurping, and then her dripping wet hand came down and found mine - and my balls, wet from her orgasm - and then urged my hand to let go of her as she raised her head and glanced back at me with a soft "Thanks." Rick had rolled off to one side of Marga and was stroking her cheek; she was still sighing with moans, just looking at the ceiling. Then Geerta rose up, my cock slipping noisily from her wet pussy, and crawled up over Marga, lying on her as their mouths found each other in a good kiss, obviously not for the first time, since Marga immediately embraced her.

That didn't seem to surprise me, just seemed the right thing for her to do - for them to do - like they had done with me. I suddenly remembered the first time Marga had sucked my cock and then kissed me - maybe from her experiences with Geerta? Of course, they knew that the one of them who had just had an orgasm wanted to be embraced, and Geerta had had one too. After a few moments, they rolled together away from Rick, holding each other, their legs interlocked. I slipped off the rubber and put it aside and crawled up behind Geerta, putting my arm around both of them as Rick moved closer behind Marga and did the same.

We must have lain like that for several minutes, almost dozing, until I heard one of the girls chuckle. I was a little surprised when I felt Marga's hand rub Geerta, suggesting that it had been her chuckle, then confirmed by another one. Geerta responded with one of her own and a slight nod and rubbed Marga's back in return. Marga snickered and murmured: 

"I said you could do it better," and snickered again.

"With their help."

"Without it, ... but that sure was good," and she snickered again and found Rick's hand and drew it down to her breast. I slid my hand down and rubbed her other one with the back of my hand and then held Geerta's. As we fondled them, we all chuckled comfortably.

After a minute or two, it occurred to me that I should wash and said so and slipped off the bed, remembering to pick up the rubber, and went off. I heard them talking and returned to find that they had sat up, all sitting cross-legged. I offered to open the other bottle of wine, and they thought that was a good idea. I joined them, handing the bottle to Geerta as I said: "Well, here's looking at you," and did pointedly as she returned my look with a snort and drank and handed the bottle to Marga, and then it passed to Rick and back to me.

Sitting around all naked after what we had done, naturally the conversation turned to sex. Well, maybe I started it by remarking: 

"I guess we did learn something," glancing at Rick, who nodded with a snicker, and the girls exchanged smirks as Geerta nodded with an "um-hmm." But Rick hadn't seen what Geerta had been doing, just knew that it must have been good for Marga, and remarked questioningly: 

"Geerta must have been doing something real good."

The girls snorted with nods, and I replied: 

"She sure was, and not just with her mouth."

"Oh, ... yeah!" he replied with a grin and added:

"I should have thought of that.

"Me too," I agreed and asked: 

"Why didn't you tell us?"

They snorted again, and Marga replied - now not waiting for Geerta's lead: 

"Oh, it was good enough without - hm-hmm! - and maybe we wouldn't have wanted to do anything after that."

We all chuckled, and Geerta nodded and added: 

"I didn't want to be too ..., you know, like telling you what to do, ... like ... that's the way the others do it. They don't."

Marga nodded in agreement and then snickered and said: 

"But you told me to ..."

Geerta nodded again with a snort, and I murmured: 

"I thought you always both did it, you know, sixty-nine."

They snickered with nods, and Rick, too, and then after a moment, maybe blushing slightly, Marga volunteered: 

"We can't, always, ... so once I was just doing it to her, ... and she wanted more, ... and told me."

"Hmm! And sure got it!"

We all snickered again, and the bottle passed, Geerta remarking after she had drunk: 

"Yeah, if it was that good, that way, the guys might be disappointed later."

"And we would be, too," Marga agreed with chuckle as she handed the bottle to Rick, then snickering as she put her hand down and found his cock while he drank. He almost choked when he had to chuckle, coughing as he passed the bottle to me, then grinning when he saw Geerta put her hand on my thigh, and we all grinned as she slid it up and slipped her fingers around my cock.

Of course, that was nice, confirming that we would do something again - not that there had been much doubt. Somehow the subject turned to first times, the girls' both when they were seventeen. With chuckles, we recalled how it had been, agreeing that it had been terribly exciting but not very successful, snickering when it turned out that we all had read that it probably wouldn't be, but only afterwards. Rick and I were fondling the girls' breasts, my elbow on Geerta's near shoulder with my hand down holding hers. After the bottle had been passed again, my hand wandered down to her pussy, and then Rick's, to Marga's. Geerta chuckled and leaned closer to Marga with arm around her neck, sliding her hand down to the breast that Rick had relinquished. She snickered with a glance at all our hands and did the same.

The conversation died down as we fondled each other, the girls now having more to play with, both chuckling when their fingers slipped down and found our loose sacks. And then the bottle was passed again, requiring the girls to free one hand for a few moments, letting go of our cocks, but the next time it passed, after Geerta handed it to Marga, she leaned down and sucked her other breast. Marga responded with an appreciative "oooh!" before she drank, and then handed the bottle to Rick, finding his cock again while Geerta continued to suck her breast. 

I saw Marga look down at my unattended cock, that obviously looked like it wanted attention. With an emphatic chuckle, she murmured: 

"I can think of something better to suck," and slipped her arm from around Geerta and leaned down across her as she let go of Rick and reached for my cock. She held it, pulling on it to shift her weight forward so that she could get her feet back under her hips and leaned further down across Geerta's legs, raising her ass as her head lowered. With a snicker, Geerta got out of her way. 

As she was about to put her mouth around him, she stopped and said: 

"Rick, you can fuck me," which sounded like she was offering a compensation for her letting go of his cock, but then she added: 

"I want it both ways, ... two cocks," and then, with an inviting wiggle of her hips, her lips slipped down around the head of my cock.

Marga had certainly become more outspoken, and my cock twitched in her mouth. They used that word more liberally than American girls do, apparently without the feeling that it was a "four-letter word," just the most direct English one for it. Rick didn't need a second invitation, grinning as he rose up behind her. Geerta swept her hand under the pillows behind me and found a rubber and handed it to him. With a snicker, glancing at us, he unwrapped it, glancing at us again as he put it on, and then he was feeling Marga's pussy and guiding it into her.

"Uhnnn!" she vibrated on my cock, then licking and sucking as my hands reached down and found her aroused nipples. Vaguely - very vaguely - I considered that Geerta was being left out. But she had her own interests in mind, rising up and crawling up to me and pushing me back. When I lay back, she quickly straddled my head and lowered her pussy to my mouth, already wetter than I expected as my tongue swept between her lips. Marga moaned again - more felt than heard - and I could feel her move from Rick's thrusts. Marga was getting what she wanted - two cocks. I reached up and found Geerta's breasts, her nipples just as hard as Marga's had been, a little smaller but just as aroused and sensitive.

"Mmmm!" she responded, holding her hands to mine as she rocked her pussy on my mouth. 

Yeah, I thought, this was really an orgy, Marga sucking and fucking - funny, that the heretofore more reticent Marga was again the one to be getting it both ways. But Geerta had also been licking and fucking before, and I was now enjoying it both ways, too! Definitely an orgy!

Geerta was showing me where she wanted to feel my tongue, rocking her pelvis forward to present her wet hole, and then rocking it back to have her clitoris sucked and nibbled as she encouraged my fingers to squeeze and pull on her nipples. While we did that that a couple of times, of course, I was very aware of what Marga was doing, even considered that Rick could be taking care of arousing her nipples - if he wasn't rubbing her clitoris, or both.

Then Geerta pushed one of my hands aside and murmured: 

"I can do that," and dropped down over my head, presenting her clitoris again, but also making her hole more accessible, and I remember what she had done to Marga and, with a snort, that the girls had said they didn't want to tell boys what to do. But she wanted it, to feel something in her pussy, and I let her: two fingers sliding into her slippery wet vagina.

"Unnn! Yes!" she confirmed, and then I was trying to make it as good for her as she had for Marga, who was trying to make it just as good for me, maybe even had seen my fingers disappear in Geerta's pussy: she seemed to have nodded with an "un-hnn."

I think I did. At least, Geerta came a lot better than she - or Marga - ever had before when I ate them. She could hardly stifle her aroused noises as her pelvis jerked on my mouth and against my fucking fingers, clutching them as she spurting her warm juice past them and into my palm and dripping down on my chin. Of course, I came, too, pushed over the edge by Geerta's orgasm and the good things Marga was doing, accepting my thrusts in her mouth, and then almost biting me with a sharp "unnn!" suggesting that she and Rick were also coming.

"Oh, fuck!" Geerta exclaimed softly as her body dropped down on the bed, turning her pussy up from my face, dripping profusely as my fingers slipped out of her.

"For sure," Rick murmured in agreement as Marga nodded, still just holding me as her knees slid back, lying flat on the bed. I felt her moving my semen in her mouth until she let my cock slip from between her lips, sucking to keep slobbering.

Geerta had my head pinned to the mattress under her abdomen, and we lay like that for several moments, feeling her deep breathing. Then Marga licked all around my now flaccid cock - still in her hand - and said: 

"Give me the rubber," and let go of me.

Geerta, as curious as I was about her request, rolled off me and looked at her as I raised my head and saw Rick hand it to her. With a soft snort, she looked at it and then put the open end in her mouth and held the tip with one hand and with the other one forced its contents up to her mouth. Only then did she look up at us, looking a bit silly with the slack rubber dangling from her lips as she obviously moved Rick's semen around in her mouth, smirking when she saw our expressions. She swallowed and let the rubber drop in her hand, smirking again before she explained: 




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"I wanted to know if it tastes the same. I guess so," and she snickered, and we all did too.

"I wondered about that too," Geerta remarked, chuckling and adding: 

"This morning, when I had them both."

We all chuckled, and Marga smiled and agreed: 

"Yes, that's when I thought of it. I thought you might." Then she grinned and asked: 

"Do we?"

Rick and I snickered as we exchanged glances and nods, and then I replied:

"As the expert for the evening, I think so. ... As best as I can remember, also pretty much the same."

Rick nodded in agreement as the girls snickered, and then Geerta snorted and said: 

"I got to go, and that tastes different, ... well, at least I think it must."

We all chuckled again as she started to get up and then followed her. She and Marga used the toilet, snickering as they watched us go together in the washbasin. We washed ourselves with some more snickers: cocks, pussies, Geerta's and my faces.

And then we went to bed, lying like the night before. As I was about to fall asleep with my arm around one of them - I can't remember which one - someone asked sleepily: 

"Do we have enough rubbers?" One of the girls replied: "Yes," and we went to sleep.

We needed two in the morning - again. 

Foregoing the details, Marga - no longer reticent - said that she wanted to do it to Geerta and turned around on the bed, making it apparent that she wanted Geerta to do it to her, too. They started to, between Rick and me. After a few moments, Geerta murmured: 

"Fuck us." 

So we did, of course, while they continued to enjoy eating each other's pussies. It was like the previous morning, but even more arousing: not just the awareness of how their pussies were responding to what they were doing when we held still in them, but also knowing they were enjoying what they were doing, hearing them humming appreciatively and hearing their moist noises - and their massaging our balls, well, mine, at least, until she couldn't move them any more - hm-hmm! And then we all came, real fucking good, ... real cunt-licking and fucking good! And some cocksucking, too, to arouse us when we started, and before we put the rubber on, for a few moments Geerta had had me between Marga's lips so she could lick us both - nice!

The girls propped their legs up, and we just lay there until we had recovered, going soft in their pussies. When my cock slipped out of Marga's, Geerta took the rubber off and licked me, and then she snickered and held it up, letting it brush Marga as she said: 

"Give me the other one; now we can both see if they taste different."

We all snickered, and Marga did, taking mine from Geerta. With another snicker, they both did, like Marga had the night before.

"Hm-hmm! ... Um-hmm, ... hm-umm," they agreed, and then Geerta licked me again as though she wanted to make sure. 

We all chuckled and then sat up, and then all felt that we had to go to the bathroom and did. When I told them how arousing it had been to feel how aroused the girls were from what they had been doing - both mornings - Rick nodded with a grin, and the girls nodded with smirks. Marga replied: 

"Not just for you," and Geerta nodded her agreement, adding: 

"That's almost too good, ... well, I mean, ... it can't be 'too good', but married life could be ..."

"Just call me," Marga interrupted her with another smirk, and we all snorted.

Rick and I washed ourselves a bit while one of the girls began her shower. We dressed and got back to our room and showered and shaved. At breakfast, with other guests present, there was some play about asking if everyone had slept well, but when one of the girls asked if boiled eggs in America taste the same, we could hardly suppress our snickers. 

We had another good day of sightseeing, perhaps a little subdued by the recognition that it was our last day together, or maybe because we had just had enough of visiting churches and museums. Nonetheless, we dutifully sought out the places recommended in our guide book and found them with Marga's help, having a bratwurst and beer for lunch, Dutch treat, I mean, each of us paid for their own. Rick and I agreed that we would treat the girls to a good dinner, and they accepted our offer. So in the evening, we found as nice a restaurant as we dared to enter in our informal clothing and had a good farewell dinner.

On the way back to the hotel, we got another bottle of wine, "just one," the girls said, but with promising looks as they explained that they wanted to start home early the next morning. Rick and I did too, having decided that we just had to go back to Italy and see Venice, having missed Rome.

The man at the desk in the hotel greeted us and gave us the keys to our rooms, with a smile that perhaps suggested that he knew that we had been sharing them. The others all seemed have had the same thought; snickering slightly after we left him, but that was good, confirming that we all had the same thing in mind, and we agreed to meet in our room after showers.

Following the girls' lead from the previous evening, Rick and I only put on Bermuda shorts to greet the girls when they knocked. They were wearing rather rumpled dresses and grinned as they greeted us. When the door was closed, they both began to unbutton them, smirking as they pushed them off their shoulders, revealing that they weren't wearing bras, of course, and snickering when Rick and I started to take off our shorts, revealing that we didn't have anything on under them, and they weren't wearing panties, we soon discovered, all of us snickering at our mutual anticipation of our last evening together. 

We stood around naked, smirking as I opened the wine. Rick snorted and remarked: 

"Looks like you want to get to bed early for a good night's sleep."

We all chuckled, maybe nervous release at the so obvious recognition that it was really all and only about sex, so obvious that it was a little embarrassing.

"Um-hmm, something like that," Geerta agreed with a smirk that belied what she had said, as did her suddenly aroused nipples, and then added:

"Marga wants to try something different."

Marga looked a little embarrassed, her nice nipples also popping out. I smiled at her and handed her the bottle and said: 

"Cheers, here's looking at you," and did, pointedly - well, at her pointy nipples - which didn't reduce her embarrassment, nor when I added: 

"That sounds good. What?"

She drank, rather than reply, but Geerta did with a snicker: 

"She wants to know if we can all do it to each other," and wagged her tongue between her lips with a smirk.

Marga snorted, nodding after she had managed to swallow and passed the bottle to Geerta as Rick and I grinned. He remarked: 

"Oh, that's a good idea. I bet we can."

We all nodded with snorts, and he and I drank from the bottle. I passed it to Marga, agreeing: 

"Of course. Good idea. Nice and slow; I want to enjoy that."

"Um-hmm," she agreed with a smile as Geerta drank.

"Any preference?" I asked.

She shook her head with a smirk and replied: 

"Just a nice ... cock."

That was the first time any of us had used a word for it. When Geerta nodded in agreement, Rick snorted and replied: 

"Oh, that's good; I was worried for a moment."

We all laughed, more than was necessary, again nervous release at his inference that maybe she had been considering doing it to Geerta and leaving Rick or me to do it to the other. As we passed the bottle around, Geerta snickered and said: 

"Marga thinks we should lie back-to-back; she likes to lick it that way."

"Geerta!"

"I do too; she's right."

We all snorted at this admission and Marga's response, and I replied to Marga: 

"You think about it more than I thought, ... but you're right; we like it that way best, at least, I do."

Rick grinned with another snort and nodded, then remarking: 

"Yeah, that will be good. Let's."

Someone put the bottle aside, and the girls got on the bed, raising a thigh as we joined them.

"Nice and soft," Geerta remarked as she found my cock, ... or was it Marga? Anyway, Geerta said it, and he was, nice and soft in whosever warm, moist mouth, as my tongue began to explore in a freshly washed, unaroused pussy.

We really had been having a lot of sex, every night for ... ten days? It just felt nice and familiar, good, but not like the first nights, immediately aroused. Geerta remarked again with a snicker: 

"You've been fucking around too much."

Yeah, I was in Marga's mouth; she nodded. I felt better knowing that Rick was also being slow to arouse, and Geerta's pussy also wasn't as aroused as the first night. Of course, then we all were, enjoying it nice and slow, Rick and I alternating between fondling the breasts of the girl who was eating us or the one we were eating. But it didn't seem like anyone was getting close to coming, just a nice erotic foursome. Is it an orgy if no one comes?

"Let's do it like this morning," I suggested.

The others agreed immediately. The girls rolled towards each other, quickly finding where Rick and I had been, while we got rubbers and moved behind them, they quickly guiding us into each other's pussy, and then it got better, still nice and slow, but anticipation is ninety percent ..., and it was being real good, feeling their - well, Marga's - pussy squeezing my cock; it obviously felt good for her, too, and from her aroused moans, and for Geerta, too, from hers, and from the moist sounds they were making in each other's pussy.

So eventually we all came, most satisfactorily, but also a bit of relief. "All fucked out" is the right expression, I guess. We just lay there until our cocks slipped out. I guess the others felt the same way; no one said anything. It seemed obvious that it was the last time. Rick and I took off our rubbers, and we all sat up, smiling at each other, but still not saying anything, until Geerta suggested: 

"Let's finish the wine."

As we passed the bottle around, she glanced at Marga and said: 

"If you don't mind, we want to start early, think it would be easier if we sleep in our room."

Marga nodded, and Rick and I did, too. So we finished the wine, and they put on their dresses, all of us chuckling that that was all they had on. We agreed when to meet for breakfast, and they returned to their room. 

After Rick closed the door, he remarked: 

"Fuck! Was that one or two honeymoons?"

"Two," I replied, and we chuckled, but then both looked a little abashed at our so immediate summation of the past days.

But in the morning at breakfast - we were the first guests - when the girls smirked and said something about the best vacation they had ever had, I told them about Rick's comment, and they snickered and nodded.

When we were checking out, we offered to help them with their backpacks to the start of the autobahn, where they would start hitch-hiking, but they said that Marga knew how to get there by bus, so we all shook hands - a bit formal, but that is how things are in Europe, maybe with telling smiles. Yeah, they both said "two" with smirks, and then we parted.

Rick and I found our way to the train station and caught the first train with a connection to Italy, but that is another story.