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Summer Schooled

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 sequel to "School's Out", my 3 chapter '2012 Summer Lovin' contest entry. Also ahead of this story is another sequel entitled "Next Weekend". If you haven't read those, you may find it helpful to do so. 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 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... And thanks to Signore Calcio for a helpful suggestion for this episode.

~~Odysseyker

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Several weeks after our first camping adventure, Rusty, Mark, Kyle, Debbie, Tracy and myself made a return visit to the campground. Joe didn't join us because by that time he was smitten with a cute redhead who he was afraid to approach about coming along. They had only been dating for a few weeks and he simply wasn't comfortable asking her to tag along for what was certain to be nothing short of an orgy. 

My name is Ron, and Tracy was my girlfriend at the time. Like Joe and his lady, we'd only been together for a few weeks. The difference between our situations was that Tracy had been a willing party to the first round of debauched camping. Plus, Tracy and I both wanted to explore sex a whole lot more and had devised a plan to help us with that. We had decided that we could have others sexually, as long as we were both present and in agreement. 

It seemed a little strange, but the arrangement was working well, so far. Tracy and I had already tested it with Debbie, and then again with a male friend of Debbie's. She was supposed to join us in the venture, but turned up sick and left the task to Tracy and I. The evening was odd since we only met this fellow for dinner and then went back to his place for sex. I think both Tracy and myself were a little hesitant, but the sex was good and all three of us enjoyed ourselves.

The weekend camping trip promised to be a rousing time and I knew that Tracy was going to be screwed silly by my buddies. But they would be having a time with Debbie too, I was certain. As for me... I had already enjoyed both of these beauties, over and over, but was still excited at the possibilities that were sure to present themselves. It didn't take long for the merriment to kick in either.

The girls had both worn the skimpiest outfits that they could possibly have worn and still been covered. Both were wearing the shortest cut-offs that I'd ever seen, leaving about a quarter of their ass cheeks visible, even when they were simply standing. Tracy had on a lime green, boob hugging tube top and Debbie's tits jiggled under her barely-there halter.

After hiking to the site, we made short work of setting up camp. We'd only brought two large tents, since we knew that would be plenty of room for six of us; probably more than enough. As I was finishing up with mine, I asked Tracy to reach up and hold a corner of the rain fly while I secured it. She had no more than grabbed the material when I saw Debbie sneaking up behind her. In a flash, Debbie latched onto Tracy's tube top and yanked it downward, letting my girl's 36Cs flop out for everyone to see. 

Tracy yelped in surprise but never released the rain fly. For a second, I don't think she realized that her boobs were on display. But then she laughed and scolded Debbie, "You little bitch. I'll get you for that." Her words sounded tough, but Debbie and I both knew that she was only putting on airs. I was sure she would have some sort of retaliation for Debbie, but it would all be in good fun. 

I purposely took longer to complete my work than needed, and even when I finished I didn't tell Tracy. Instead, I stepped behind her, slipped my hands around her torso and grabbed a handful of her breasts in each one. As I gently squeezed the orbs I chuckled and said, "Almost done... Just a couple of things to take care of."

Tracy let the rain fly slip from her fingers, but didn't turn around. She simply stood there and let me continue feeling her beautiful tits. I was more than happy to oblige, letting my fingers find her already stiffening nipples. But after a couple minutes, I released her boobs and tugged the tube top back into place. 

Debbie, Kyle and Mark, who'd been standing around idly watching us, returned to their tasks. Rusty had missed out since he was away gathering firewood. I was confident, though, that he'd have ample opportunity to gawk at his cousin's nude body that weekend. But looking was all that he'd get to do, with Tracy anyway. 

Tracy had let him have some fun with her on our previous camping trip, but this time she wasn't planning on it. She had confided in me that she was no longer at ease with the incestuous behavior. She'd simply been overwhelmed by the wild bawdiness before. And I could see her point. I have a couple of pretty hot cousins, but don't think either of them would let me have sex with them. Rusty would just have to consider himself lucky to have ever had her at all. 

After camp was set up and a fire started, we made some dinner and then tidied up again. By that time, twilight was creeping in so there was little point in hiking, but I thought a walk to the lake would be nice. Taking Tracy by the hand, we made the short journey in just a few minutes. Once there, standing at the water's edge, I pulled her close and kissed her with as much passion as I could find.

Tracy returned my kiss by slipping her tongue between my lips and chasing after my own. Her dark blonde hair was flowing over her shoulders and her blue eyes twinkled in the waning sunlight. I was hopelessly in love with her and yearned even more to make love to her. It was hard to believe that just a couple of months before, I barely noticed the girl. But I was certainly noticing her then. 

And Tracy wasn't the only thing I noticed while I stood there kissing her. As our lips separated, I noticed a fire flickering in the distance. Looking again, I saw that we were not the only ones camping in the area. On our previous two visits, we had the lake and surrounding forest pretty much to ourselves. This had afforded us the freedom to do whatever we wanted, whenever and wherever. But it was obvious that we would need to be a little more conscientious this time. 

About that time Debbie and the others joined us and I pointed out the neighboring campers. They all groaned but I consoled them by saying, "We can still have plenty of fun... We'll just have to be a little more careful, and a little quieter." In all honesty, we really wouldn't have to curtail our volume that much. Neither of the girls were what I would consider 'screamers', at least not that I'd witnessed to that point. 

The campsites in that part of the forest were well away from each other due to the terrain. I suspected that we could actually get fairly rowdy and the other campers wouldn't even know it. From where I stood, our neighbors looked to be at least five hundred yards, or more, from our own campsite. With the rocky hills and thick woods between the two sites, it would be difficult to hear even the noisiest of sex taking place. 

From what I could tell, it looked like our counterparts were just a pair of people; maybe a man and woman. Their campsite was tucked away in the trees, much like our own, and in the fading daylight their campfire wasn't very illuminating. "Probably just a couple planning the same thing we are," I said with a chuckle. 

"Maybe we should give them a little show," Debbie teased, reaching into Rusty's crotch and giving his dick a healthy squeeze. 

Debbie was standing within arms reach of Tracy. My girl twisted and reached out, swiftly grabbing the tie holding Debbie's halter around her neck. "Maybe we should," Tracy smirked as she pulled the string. Debbie didn't even flinch. She simply stood there and let the string loosen and, with a little shake, her top slid down to expose her breasts. 

"Oh, no... Whatever am I gonna' do, Rusty? My top's fallen down," Debbie feigned her distress.

Rusty just stood there, eyes bugged out, ogling Debbie's bare chest. Before he could think of anything to say or do, Kyle stepped up behind the girl and reached around her. And like I had done earlier with Tracy at the tent, he cupped Debbie's tits and said, "Here... I'll cover you up Honey." 

After a few moments, Rusty finally snapped out of his daze and reciprocated Debbie's hand, which was still fondling him. Tentatively, the boy reached out, palm up, and pressed his hand squarely into Debbie's crotch. He worked his fingers around a bit while Debbie reached behind herself and untied the bottom string of her top. With a little tug, she pulled the garment off and tossed it over Rusty's shoulder. 

Even after our previous weekend together, Rusty still seemed bashful and a little hesitant. I had come to know Debbie well enough to predict that she would tease and taunt him, fueling her own libido and brazenness. The brunette tended to enjoy having the upper hand and she certainly had it with Rusty. She was feeding off of his shyness and it was making her bolder. 

Still holding the front of Rusty's shorts, Debbie twisted her head and started kissing Kyle. Her hips were gently gyrating and grinding into Rusty's hand and I knew the game was on. And after a minute or two, Debbie broke the kiss and turned back to face Rusty. Pulling her hand away from his now tented shorts, she said, "Here, sweetie... Maybe this will help," as she began to unfasten her shorts. 

Seductively and almost agonizingly slow, Debbie unbuttoned and then unzipped her tight cut-offs. The fly peeled open in a large 'V' shape and she guided Rusty's hand inside the opening. "Mmmm... Isn't that better?" she quizzed the stupefied young man as his fingers delved into her pants.

"Uh... Uh-huh," Rusty managed to reply as Debbie returned to stroking his obvious hard-on. And honestly, I had noticed my own pecker stirring too. So I decided a little foreplay wasn't a bad idea. Reaching up and between us, I found Tracy's boobs. I massaged the left one for a minute and then hooked a finger over her top, dipping into her cleavage. 

As I started to pull downward, Tracy quickly brought a hand up and stopped my motion. I looked into her eyes and grinned, knowing that she wasn't as willing to flaunt her goods as Debbie. Still, I thought she needed a bit of encouragement and tugged a little more. "Fine. Strip me and have your way with me," she said with an indifferent tone. But I knew, behind her false facade, that was probably exactly what she wanted me to do.

As Tracy's hand moved away, the fabric of her top stretched downward and her tits popped out. I drew the shirt a little lower and then let the elastic material snap back just below her breasts. "Don't worry. Nobody can see anything from that distance," I assured her. 

It was a good thing that the other campers would have had a poor view of us, if they were even bothering to look. When I returned my attention to Debbie, her shorts were slipping lower and lower on her hips. Rusty's busy hand was drawing them down and it was only a matter of time before they would slide down her thighs. But Debbie didn't wait. She clamped her legs around Rusty's fingers and wriggled the denim over her butt, down her legs and stepped out of them. 

"Now that's really better," Debbie chirped as she released Rusty's hand from its temporary prison. 

Tracy chastised her friend with a disbelieving, "Debbie! You should be ashamed."

With Kyle still hefting her boobs and Rusty toying with her box, Debbie ran her hands through her hair and then reached skyward in a lingering stretch. "Maybe so, Baby... But I'm not. I feel so naughty and it makes me so hot," the minx replied, ending with a decidedly sexy tone. 

I wasn't going to complain about a girl getting naked, no matter where it was. I just lowered my face to Tracy's chest and took her left nipple between my lips. She let out a sigh and I knew that she would soon be giving in to her own desires. But as I tongued the nub, I realized that Mark had just been standing by, watching the scene unfold. 

"You know, Mark, she's got two of these," I said referring to Tracy's boobs. He looked at me and smiled a cautious smile, but didn't make a move. I had expected that he would jump at the chance since he's always been the horniest of our group. At least he was before Debbie joined our merry band. Now it was no contest; Debbie held the honors without a doubt.

"Well... uh," Mark stammered. 

"Well, what?" Tracy returned quickly, then added, "Ron will share, won't you?" 

I nodded and slid my lips to her other breast, knowing that her libido was kicking in. With some hesitation, Mark finally took Tracy's boob in his hand and began to squeeze. Still, it was only half-heartedly at best. I knew Mark took sex more seriously than that and I had to wonder what was bothering him. Then it dawned on me. The last time he'd had sex with Tracy, we weren't a couple. And even though I'd explained our relationship to everyone concerned, apparently it hadn't sank in. 

"I think you're going to have to help him relax," I whispered to Tracy after pulling away from her breast. Tracy needed no further encouragement and let her left hand seek out Mark's fly. Teasingly, she stroked up and down the front of his shorts. The action seemed to ease the tension a bit but Mark still acted somewhat withdrawn. 

Again I whispered to Tracy, "I think its gonna' take more than that to ease his mind." I knew Tracy could certainly take his cares away, but before she did I spoke again, louder, "Let's move this back to the campsite before it gets out of hand."

Tracy wrestled her top back to its original position as Debbie grumbled something about the boys just getting started. "Well I'm not laying down in this grass. I'm going back to camp where there's a blanket," I replied. The last time we'd done this, I wound up with a chigger on my nut sack. It was not a fun thing and I wasn't going to repeat the incident, if I could help it. 

"Well c'mon boys. Let's get back to camp and get back to action," Debbie commanded as she put her arms around Kyle and Rusty's shoulders. Scooping her shorts up with a foot, she lifted them as high as she could and Kyle reached out and grabbed them. He tossed them over his shoulder and slid his arm around her waist. 

Rusty mimicked Kyle and reached around the girl from her other side and the three began the walk back to camp. Debbie wasn't the least bit concerned that she was naked. I think she was secretly hoping the other campers would get a look at her. Of all the people I've ever met, Debbie is probably the most confident and secure. She approaches life with a simple attitude that says 'To hell with what other people think'. Not that she's uncaring or belligerent toward society, she just lives life for all it's worth.

Mark, Tracy and I followed and I watched Debbie's cute little behind wiggle and jiggle all the way back to camp. I was certain Tracy wouldn't mind. In fact, she was probably doing the same thing since she found Debbie just as sexy as I did. Earlier, when I said Tracy and I had tested our 'arrangement' with Debbie, I should have said we had tested it several times. And each time, Tracy and Debbie were just as much lovers as me and either of them. Our time together wasn't spent with just the two girls getting me off. They got each other off just as many times as I had. 

When we got back to camp we pulled out a couple of old blankets we'd brought just for this situation and spread them on the ground. Debbie kneeled and immediately set to work removing Kyle's shorts. While she labored over his stuck zipper, Kyle pulled his T-shirt off and discarded it in a camp chair. After freeing Kyle's loins, Debbie turned to Rusty, who was already shirtless, and performed the same duty. 

Anxious to get started myself, I grabbed the bottom of Tracy's tube top and skinned the stretchy garment up her chest. She raised her arms and I continued upward, pulling it over her head. Tossing the top aside, I reached for and unsnapped her cut-offs. But before I could start stripping them off her, she stopped me.

She looked at Mark, who was pulling a soda from the cooler, still standoffish. "Get over here and sit," Tracy told him, pointing at the blanket. When he had complied, my sweetheart began a 'pep talk', of sorts. 

"I know you guys are treading lightly because Ron and I are a couple," Tracy began. "Mark, you barely touched me and Kyle, you've hardly even looked at me since we got here," she scolded. "Here's the deal. For this weekend, don't think of me and Ron as a couple. We are just two more people that want to have some fun and some good sex. I want you to fuck me and, believe it or not, Ron wants you to fuck me. But I will not beg you for it, so either man up or pack up." 

Everyone sat there in stunned silence for a moment until Debbie broke in. "Yeah... You tell 'em, Baby," she cheered her pupil. And I have to admit, I was even taken back by Tracy's boldness. Everything she said was true, but I was surprised to hear her vent her frustrations so confidently. 

Tracy then stepped toward the blanket, neared Rusty and gave him a tender peck on the cheek. "I'm sorry cuz', but we won't be repeating what we did before. It's just too weird for me. But Deb will take good care of you, I'm sure," she apologized.

I grabbed a couple of logs to stoke the fire and confirmed Tracy's comments. "We may look like a couple and act like a couple but Tracy is as much fair game as Debbie," I said. "I'm just here to get a little... actually to get a lot," I chuckled as I tossed the wood on the fire. "I know this may seem a little strange to you guys, but you need to quit thinking about it and just have fun," I concluded and then started to strip out of my own clothes.

By the time I was naked, Mark was standing again and holding my half nude girlfriend close to him. I couldn't hear the conversation, but it appeared to be an apology on Mark's part. They hugged and then Mark's hands lowered on Tracy's back and came to rest on her firm, round ass. He squeezed and tugged at the globes causing even more of her butt to show below the frayed remnants of denim. 

After a moment, Tracy took a step back and dropped to her knees. Like Debbie had done with the other two, she swiftly unfastened and pulled Mark's shorts to the ground. Her hands went to his still underwear covered package and she began to tease him while he removed his shirt and gave it a pitch at one of the chairs. I watched them for a minute or two as Mark's cock started to swell the front of his Jockeys, and then turned my attention to Debbie. 

She was skillfully working both Rusty and Kyle, switching her talented mouth back and forth between their stiff poles. It was obvious, though, that she was approaching the two men with differing styles. With Kyle, she was working his tool vigorously, while she was quite reserved when she switched to Rusty. I suppose she remembered that the latter had a tendency to shoot quick and was just helping him prolong his time. 

As Debbie pulled her lips off of Kyle again, I stepped up and said to him, "Cuttin' in Dude," and nudged him aside. It was my way of prodding him into moving to Tracy, which he quickly did. I knew that once the ice was broken, after he got his dick in Tracy, the tension would fade and a good time would be had by all. So I didn't feel bad about pushing him away from Debbie. Besides, it had been well over a week since I'd wet my wick inside the brunette and was looking forward to having her.


Summer Schooled



As Kyle stepped away, Debbie let his prick slip out of her hand and replaced it with mine. "How ya' doing there, Sport?" I quizzed Rusty, the youngest of our group at about four months past eighteen, and most definitely the least experienced sexually. 

"G-good," he replied, then said, "This is fuckin' great, man."

I was semi-hard but knew that it would only take Debbie a minute or two to have me like a rock. And I was right. By the time she slurped off of Rusty, I was stiff and ready. Debbie's lips descended over the head of my penis and they felt incredible. Her tongue swirled around my glans and then she took about half of me in. 

I had enjoyed quite a few blowjobs up to that point in my life, but they all paled in comparison to Debbie's. Even Tracy, who did a wonderful, but inexperienced job couldn't compare. Still to this day I have never had a better blowjob than Debbie gives, and I've had more than my share. 

I let Debbie work up and down my shaft for a few minutes while she continued to slowly jack Rusty off. Then I suggested that she lay down and let Rusty and I do the work for a while. She gave Rusty a grasping pull and turned to lick off the large droplet of pre-cum that formed when she did. With that done, the girl dropped to her butt and then leaned back and stretched out on the blanket. 

"Have you ever eaten a girl before?" I asked my inexperienced counterpart. 

Rusty barely nodded his head up and down and then said, "I've done it a couple times... But I'm not very good at it." 

One of Rusty's biggest problems was his lack of confidence. It had held him back in school, in sports, and of course with girls. "Well I bet that Debbie is a pretty good teacher," I told him with a grin. 

Rusty understood my meaning and immediately dropped between the brunette's legs. His head dipped into Debbie's crotch and he began lapping away at her. 

"Whoa... Slow down there, cowboy," Debbie told him with a giggle. She too had caught my meaning and was already in teaching mode. "Slow and gentle to get things moving, Sweetie," she instructed, adding, "Take your time and concentrate. Don't just jab your tongue at it."

I stretched out next to the pair and looked over Debbie to see what was going on with Tracy. It appeared that all of the trepidation on the part of the males had vanished, along with Tracy's shorts. Mark and Kyle were no longer keeping their distance and Tracy seemed to be enjoying herself. They were in a similar pose as were Rusty, Debbie and I, except Tracy was on all fours and Kyle was beneath her, between her slender thighs. He was going to town on her pussy with his tongue and Tracy had a mouthful of Mark's rod.

After watching them for a few moments, I returned my attention to Debbie. She was still coaching Rusty and emitting low moans when his performance merited. My fingers went to her chest and I found her nipples, which were hard as pebbles. I tweaked and rolled them, slowly increasing my strength. Being aware that Debbie liked it kind of rough with her boobs, I wasn't afraid to pinch and pull them fairly hard. 

Still tutoring Rusty, Debbie said, "Just think about what you like a girl to do when she sucks your dick, then figure out how to transfer those same things to me." Rusty shifted his body a little and Debbie groaned. Apparently her wisdom was reaching him, and I was glad for both of them.

While I let my fingers continue to toy Debbie's right nipple, I lowered my lips to her left one. Again she softly moaned and I felt her hand on my head. She ran her fingers through my hair and then down my neck. I was in no particular hurry and her touch felt wonderful, so I just lay there and took it in while nursing at her breast.

It wasn't long, though, before Debbie grew impatient and told Rusty, "That's enough of that. I want your dick inside me."

Rusty scrambled onto his knees and shuffled up to Debbie's pelvis with his hard-on bobbing in front of him. He swiped the head of it up and down the girl's slit a couple of times and then, without much grace, he stuffed his prick into her and began hammering away. I looked up at him and quietly told him, "Slow down... Take your time... We've got all night." 

After I was satisfied that Rusty had settled into a more steady rhythm, I went back to work on Debbie's chest. I sucked and nibbled at both her nipples but also placed soft kisses and gentle bites on the fleshy curves of her breasts. And like before, I built up the forcefulness of my activities until Debbie was sucking in sharp breaths each time I bit into her skin. Still the nibbles were not very hard. Not nearly as hard as some of the abuse I'd seen Debbie give herself. 

Eventually I shifted into a combination kneeling-squatting position. I could still reach the girl's chest with my hand and it put my cock just a few inches above and to the side of her face. Debbie didn't need an explanation and raised up onto her elbows to seek out my tool with her lips. They parted and she sucked my somewhat drooping prick in. 

As Debbie quickly worked me back to full mast, I checked on Tracy again. She was still on her hands and knees but now Kyle was in front of her and Mark behind. My girl was working her mouth up and down Kyle's dick while Mark plugged his into her pussy, doggy style. And for all of their hesitancy, both men were now giving my girlfriend a brisk workout. 

Tracy was timing her movements well, going down on Kyle each time Mark drove into her from behind. Her hair was cascading around her shoulders, bouncing with each thrust. And then it was like she sensed me watching her. She paused and gathered the hair, flipped it behind her head and let the mass of it fall over the shoulder farthest from me. This gave me an unobstructed view of Kyle's dick disappearing into her mouth as she went back to work on him. 

I watched the trio for a couple of minutes, admiring how beautiful Tracy was and how her boobs jiggled with each thrust from Mark. Her ass cheeks were rippling, almost as if in slow motion, each time he bottomed out with his skin smacking against hers. "Now that's more like it guys," I thought to myself. 

My attention was drawn away by the sound of Rusty puffing and panting. When I looked at him, it was obvious that he was losing control and would soon lose his load too. I started to offer a trade of positions with him, but was too late. Rusty grunted, pulled his slick pecker from within Debbie and began spewing gobs of his cream onto her belly. Swiftly, the girl's hand went to his throbbing pole and she stroked him until he finished spurting.

When he was done, Rusty twisted his body from between Debbie's legs and flopped on his back next to her. I pulled my steely pole from the female's oral opening and informed her, "I want you from behind." I guess watching Tracy in that position spurred my request, I don't know, but Debbie complied without a sound. She simply came to a sitting position and then leaned forward and got to her hands and knees. 

Deb wiggled her ass at me as she peeked back over her shoulder with a 'come and get me' look. I expected that Rusty did little more than whet the brunette's appetite and knew I'd have my work cut out for me. But that had never stopped me before, and it certainly wasn't going to then. So I scooted forward and dipped the head of my cock into her invitingly wet hole. 

As I slowly pushed into her, Debbie purred and pushed back at me. I sank almost all of my nearly nine inch tool into the girl and then just held myself in her for a moment. Her vagina was warm and snug around me. Not quite as snug as Tracy, but very nice all the same. 

Taking her hips in my hands, I began to glide in and out of Debbie at a steady pace. Normally, when Tracy, Debbie and I had sex, it was more of a race than anything else. Our passion for each other always seemed to drive us into frenzied lovemaking that was great, but very fast paced. This was a delightful switch from that scenario and I planned to take my time and enjoy it. 

Glancing at the others, I found that Mark and Kyle had traded spots again. Kyle was now thumping his fat cock into Tracy at a fairly rapid pace. Mark was sitting with his legs spread on either side of my sweetheart and she was bobbing her head in his lap. The girl's hind end was jutting up in the air and I knew Kyle was getting a good view of her butthole as he screwed her. 

I watched the three for the next several minutes as I slowly fucked Debbie. But I could tell by her responses that the brunette was getting antsy. I knew I was going to have to spice up what I was doing to keep her happy. And truth be told, I was ready to heat things up a little more anyway. 

Pushing all the way home, I paused and asked Debbie to raise her upper body. As she did, I reached around her and cupped her tits with my hands. My fingers found her stiff nipples and I gave them a good tug, which brought a deep sigh from the girl. She began to grind her hips, working her pussy on my staff. 

Debbie leaned back against me and I continued to work her breasts. After a minute or two, I let one hand skim down her abdomen, meeting the sticky remnants of Rusty's ejaculation. I'd forgotten about the goo and it was an unexpected feeling, but I didn't let it slow my progress. I pushed past the mess and into Debbie's hairless crotch.

When my fingers found her clit, Debbie let out an "Mmmmm..." and her body gave a little tremble. Her head tipped backward and swivelled toward me. I twisted mine and pushed forward to kiss her. Our parted lips met and our tongues began darting back and forth. The kiss was heated and sexy but didn't last very long. The position we were in simply wasn't very conducive for a lengthy lip-lock. 

Even after the kiss ended I continued to kiss and nuzzle her ear, neck, and shoulder, letting her dictate the pace of our loins. My hands remained full and busy, one teasing her clit and the other tugging at her nipple. At one point, I switched places with my hands so that I could tease her other tit as well. 

My efforts were paying off because I could sense the tension beginning to build in Debbie's body. Her hips were increasing their movement and her breathing was becoming quicker and more pronounced. I, too, was feeling the effects as the familiar prickle was presenting itself in my balls. I knew it wouldn't be long before we both reached our pinnacle. 

Giving a look in Tracy's direction, the men had exchanged places once more but Tracy was on her back, legs in the air and spread wide. Mark had his face buried in the blonde's snatch and Kyle was licking and sucking at her heaving boobs. I knew the look on her face to be a sure indicator that she wasn't far from her own blast off, like Debbie and me.

"She's gonna' cum real soon," I whispered into Debbie's ear. 

"Uh-huh... Me too," Debbie quietly replied. 

We watched Mark and Kyle skillfully work Tracy's body as she tugged at Kyle's dick. Within a couple of minutes, Tracy was whining and twisting as she neared her release. Suddenly her gut clenched and she wailed, "Uh... Uh... Uhhhnnnggg!" Her climax crashed down on her and the guys were relentless as they kept teasing her through it, milking her for all that they could get out of her. 

Finally, Tracy cried out, laughingly begging them to stop. "Wow!" she panted, "That felt good... Better than good." 

After she caught her breath somewhat, Mark rose to his knees and scooted forward. He plunged his cock into Tracy again, causing her to twitch and mew. The blonde didn't protest though. Instead she pulled Kyle around to get his prick into her mouth again, this time really going after him. There was no doubt that she was only concerned with getting him to blow his load. 

As Debbie and I watched the activities, I increased the speed and pressure that I was applying to the brunette's love button. She was cooing and gasping and then her upper body suddenly lurched away from mine. Debbie groaned and her cunt locked down around my shaft as the orgasm tore through her. 

The spasms of Debbie's vaginal canal pushed me past my threshold and I released a torrent of semen deep inside of her. I thrummed in blissful relief as my balls emptied into the girl, my hips thrusting forward to wedge myself deeper into her pulsating hole. My fingers were still strumming away at her clit, but my other hand was simply holding her body close to mine.

Once I finished pulsing inside her, Debbie reached into her pubic "V" and forced me to cease my torment. I hadn't intended to make her uncomfortable, and I don't think she really was. I'd simply gotten lost in the moment and didn't even realize I was still diddling her. But when her hand covered mine, I came back to reality and quickly removed my fingers. My hand moved up her torso and I hugged her close to me. 

Again Debbie turned her face towards mine and our lips met in a happy, post-orgasmic kiss. The kiss lingered but our attention was drawn to the others as a considerate Mark informed Tracy he was about to cum, and asked for permission to shoot inside her. The blonde pulled off of Kyle's spit covered dick and chirped, "Sure," then went right back to it.

With that, Mark's butt clenched with his tool buried to the hilt in my girlfriend. His guttural moans confirmed that he was dumping his seed inside Tracy. Before he finished, Kyle followed Mark's lead and announced his own imminent ejaculation. But unlike Mark, Kyle didn't ask to shoot in her mouth. He withdrew his tool from Tracy's lips and took matters into his own hand.

Jacking his cock a few strokes, Kyle let out a loud, "Uhhmmm," and a huge stream of jism leaped out and streaked across Tracy's chest. He stroked again and another, almost identical, rope of cum escaped and landed next to its brother on the girl's boobs. Then a shorter, weaker blast splashed onto her cheek and shoulder. The rest was just droplets that my hungry little babe licked away with a smack of her lips. 

"She's such a good girl," Debbie softly chortled, and I agreed with a chuckle of my own. 

Mark rolled from between Tracy's thighs, onto his back next to Rusty who was still right where he had landed earlier. "Damn girl... I don't know what I was afraid of... but I'm glad you set me straight," Mark exclaimed through ragged breaths.

"Yeah... No shit," Kyle agreed as he slumped back on his haunches. 

It was just then that I realized my half hard dick was still inside Debbie. "Guess you'd like me to get out of you, huh?" I quizzed the girl. 

"Oh, Sweetie, you could just stay in there all night as far as I'm concerned," Debbie taunted me in return. Then she chuckled and added, "But it might be a bit awkward when I go pee, which I'm gonna' have to do in just a little while." I couldn't argue with that and unwillingly let the girl pull away to unsheathe my manhood. 

After we had all recovered, we heated some water to clean up a bit and made the obligatory trips to the trees for bladder relief. Then we spent the rest of the evening as most campers do. We sat around the fire, toasting marshmallows, laughing and sharing good comradery. The only difference between us and most other campsites was that we were all still nude. And there was a definite sexy playfulness shared by all, with the occasional ass grab or smack, among other things. 

Eventually we all grew sleepy and turned in for the night. The other guys weren't exactly thrilled with the sleeping arrangements, but I was. Both of the girls had decided to bunk with me, leaving the guys to themselves. I didn't question the girls' decision, simply assuming it to be a matter of comfort or normalcy. The three of us had shared sleeping arrangements on a few occasions, so it just seemed right, I guess. 

The next morning we decided to do some hiking. Which I figured to be an excuse to kill time while the guys plotted a way to get the girls out of their clothes. Getting the girls naked wouldn't be much of a chore, though. They were both wearing the same ultra short cut-offs from the previous day, along with very skimpy bikini tops. 

We set out in the opposite direction of where our neighbors were camped. The plan was to hike around the lake, ending up back at our site. But, about an hour in, at the far end of the lake we took a wrong turn and wound up in a more camper-friendly part of the area. That portion of the forest still wasn't used a great deal, but the sites were much more accessible, so they saw more use than ours. 

As luck would have it, there was a group of older scouts camping in a few of the sites. We were well away from them on the trail, but they were within clear visual range. Still, I doubted that they could see us very well. But as we topped a hill, we were met with an oncoming group of about six or seven young men all decked out in their scout uniforms. 

There was no easy detour so we had to pass directly by them, making it their lucky day. The tops that the girls were wearing barely covered their areolas, not to mention the ample amount of their butts showing below the shorts. Without a doubt, the group of teenage boys got an eyeful as we passed, sharing pleasantries as we went. 

Eyes widened in the troop and a couple of the boys even turned to check out Debbie and Tracy's rear ends. Then they continued on in their march toward the campsites. I could just imagine the stories to be swapped around their campfire and thought to myself, "They'd be really blown away if they were around our campfire." 

After passing the scouts, we got back on track and a couple of hours later we were in the homestretch to our campsite. It had been a fun morning and the girls had provided us with some very nice sights from time to time. But it was near mid-day and my stomach was telling me it needed to be fed. So, at that point, my only concern was getting back and making a sandwich. 

As we came over a ridge, I recognized that we were on a trail that would lead us home, but we'd pass right by the other occupied campsite. I stopped to consider the options and as I looked around I discovered I could see into our neighbors 'front yard' as it were. And I was astounded to see a woman lounging on a blanket, apparently sunbathing, totally nude. 

I froze and 'shushed' the rest of my rowdy friends, pointing out the naked female. She appeared to be a bit older than us, but she was fit looking. Her breasts were larger than Tracy's and a good deal bigger than Debbie's 34-Cs. She had a vivid, wide landing strip of dark hair highlighting her pubic area and medium length dark hair splattered under her head. 

It was certain that she was oblivious to the fact that we were standing there spying on her. If she was aware, it didn't bother her, at all. Her tan skin was well oiled and sparkled in the sunlight. We all gawked at her, making various comments. But the one that got to me was Tracy saying, "She's pretty hot... And not from the sun either." 

As we watched, a male figure appeared from a spot that had been hidden by foliage. Apparently he wasn't aware of our presence either as he neared the blanket and offered a plate of food to the woman. His attire was the same as hers, with an adequate endowment dangling below a dark patch of pubic hair. He, too, looked quite a bit older than us but was in pretty good shape, sporting a full head of black hair. 

The girls giggled when they got a glimpse of the man's schlong and I 'shushed' them again, then herded the group back over the ridge and out of sight. Deciding we didn't want to disturb the couple's privacy, we back-tracked about fifty feet and took another trail. That one skirted the edge of the lake and would keep us predominantly hidden from the man and woman. At least until we got to where we had stood by the lake the night before.

After quietly making it back to camp, we had sandwiches and a lively discussion about our hike, especially the latest discovery. By the time we finished eating, the conversation wasn't the only thing hot. The sun was directly overhead and pouring into our site, replacing comfort with sweat.




Summer Schooled



"I'm going for a swim," I announced in lieu of an invitation to the others. 

Everyone agreed that the lake indeed sounded inviting and within a few minutes we were standing at the edge of the water. I pulled my t-shirt off and gave a momentary thought to skinny dipping, but discretion won out and I dove in with my shorts still on. The others followed my lead and we were soon splashing and generally rough-housing. 

The water felt wonderful and as we played around, I guess we shut out the world around us. A while later a voice startled us as it called out, "Is this a private party, or can anyone join in?"

We all turned to see the woman from the other campsite standing on the shore. But now she was clad in a bright yellow, well cut but revealing, bikini. Before any of us could respond, the woman questioned in a surprised tone, "Rusty McMaster... Is that you? And Kyle Donovan?" And then looking at Tracy, whose breasts I was currently cupping, she asked, "And aren't you Tracy... uhmm... Sherwood? Yes, that's it. Tracy Sherwood."

Almost simultaneously, the three replied with a shocked, "Mrs. Rantoul?" 

I thought the woman looked familiar, and when they said her name I immediately remembered her. She was a teacher at our local high school and although I never had any of her classes, I knew who she was. I expect that nearly all of the males who'd attended our school in the last decade knew who Mrs. Rantoul was. By far, she was the hottest and most whispered about teacher at George Washington High. 

There were a few moments of awkward silence and then we all started laughing. All of us except Rusty, that is. He blushed beet red and sank a little lower into the lake, like he'd just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. I don't know why. After all, he wasn't the one standing there with his hands full of a girls boobs. 

When I realized I still had my hands on Tracy's chest, I quickly slid them down to her bare belly. Mrs. Rantoul was still looking in our direction and chuckled, then said, "You don't have to stop on my account. I'm not you guys' teacher anymore." Then she gingerly stepped into the lake, her big tits, I estimated at 38D, wobbling and straining against the bikini top.

I think we were all a little dazed at her nonchalant statement about not being our teacher, not to mention her brazen appearance. We all watched her enter the lake, goose bumps immediately covering her skin. Fairly good sized lumps also began to form under the bright yellow material of her top, outlining her nipples as her body reacted to the cool water. 

"Really guys... I'm not here to rain on your parade," she affirmed. And after another few seconds, added, "I'd feel a lot better if you acted like I wasn't even here." Then, after another thoughtful pause, she stated, "Actually, maybe I should just leave you alone and go back to my tent." 

Again with a good deal of synchronicity, we all responded, "No!" And once more we all laughed at the situation.

"You don't need to leave," I said. "But just so you know, we can get kind of ornery," I cautioned her, 'feeling my oats', as the saying goes. 

"I'm sure you can," she smiled back, adding, "I was a teenager once too. And you can call me Kris, by the way." 

I introduced Debbie, Mark and myself and then asked a question to which I already knew the answer. "Is that your campsite, over there?" I asked nodding my head in the direction of the neighboring site. Kris confirmed that it was and I posed another already answered question. "Are you camping all by yourself?" I wondered. 

"No. My husband's taking a nap," Kris responded. 

"I guess it's a good thing we didn't go skinny dipping," I said with a guffaw, trying to set a gauge on just how 'ornery' we'd be able to get.

"Wouldn't have bothered me," Kris quipped with a naughty smile, and then she disappeared below the surface of the water. 

While she was under, I gave a quick thumbs up to rest of the group and we all laughed again. As the woman surfaced and swiped the wet hair away from her face, I still had to wonder just how far we could go. And even more of a question was how far would she be willing to go. 

I pushed the question to the back of my mind and decided to take her suggestion and play it as if she weren't there. And once I got the ball rolling, it didn't take the others long to get back into the swing of our raucous horseplay. We splashed and wrestled in the water for ten or fifteen minutes, and everyone seemed to be getting more and more comfortable with Kris' presence. Mark and Kyle even took the initiative to dunk her a couple of times. 

As the afternoon wore on, I was becoming more audacious and finally decided it was time to push the issue. "After all, she was sunbathing naked," I thought to myself. I waited for just the right opportunity, when I had Debbie in my grasp, knowing she would be the least apt to complain. And when the timing was right, I reached around her from behind, grabbed the flimsy bikini top and jerked it to both sides. 

Debbie squealed giddily as her tits scooted out from under the material, then quickly turned to me and scolded, "You shit-head!" Then she swung her hand at me in what I know was going to be only a playful smack, but I caught her wrist in mid-air. She brought the opposite hand up in the same manner and I grabbed it as well. And while I held the squirming girl, Mark came up behind her to finish the job I'd started. 

Swiftly, he unhooked the cross strap and then untied the neck cord. In a matter of seconds he was holding the tiny garment above his head in triumph. Whistles and hoots arose from the others and Debbie glared at me. But then her lips curled into a devious smile and she said, "Now let's get Tracy." 

I looked over at my sweetie with a grin and nodded my head in agreement. Releasing the hold I had on Debbie, she turned and we began to approach Tracy. "No... No... No..." she commanded, wagging a finger at us and backing away as we neared. 

After taking several steps backward, Tracy bumped into a waiting Kyle. He took hold of her arm and she wriggled to get free. But before she could, Kris grabbed her other arm. Debbie and I made a dash behind them and, working together, quickly liberated my girlfriend of her top. 

Kyle and Kris let go and Tracy quickly covered her chest with her arms. Her face was glowing red with embarrassment, but I knew it was only because of Kris being there. She certainly wasn't that modest around the rest of us. Especially not after her mini tirade the night before. 

And it was an odd thing. Having a much more mature person with us was different, for sure. I put Kris at somewhere in the neighborhood of middle to late forties. Not old by any stretch of the imagination, but still close to thirty years our senior. But the fact that she was a former teacher to half of us made it truly strange.

I knew the only way to ease Tracy's discomfort was to treat Kris like she was one of us. And by then, I was fairly certain that's what she wanted too. I didn't know if she'd always been this rebellious, or if she was going through a second childhood, of sorts, and quite frankly I didn't care. She was hot, she was female, and she seemed willing. That was good enough for me. 

"Now we gotta' get Kris," I informed the group, targeting no one in particular. 

The teacher's eyes widened and she tried to escape, laughing and blustering, "Now... now, wait a minute."

Before she could get too far, I had her elbow in my hand, but it was a slippery grasp. Mark and Debbie quickly sloshed up to us and helped me subdue the woman right in front of Rusty. Through all of this, he had been a meek bystander. Actually, he'd been kind of quiet ever since Kris had joined us. His shyness was once more getting the better of him, but he was going to have to get over it. 

With Kris' back toward Rusty, he was the best candidate to untie the strings holding her top. "Do it!" I barked at him and he timidly reached out, grasped the thin ties and pulled. Kris' boobs edged out around the loosening fabric and Tracy stepped in front of her. With her own bare breasts hovering just above the surface, Tracy got hold of and yanked her teacher's top away with a giggle. 

It was almost as if time stood still for a moment when Kris' large, firm boobs came into view. I think we all just stared at them for a time. They were well tanned, showing that today wasn't her first nude tanning session. Her very hard, forty-five caliber nipples resided in the center of reddish-brown areolas that were just slightly smaller than a soda can. 

"Hey guys... They're just boobs," Kris teased us back to reality. 

Still we just stood there until Tracy shocked me by hefting one of the glorious orbs and saying, "But they are great boobs."

Her statement brought a hearty round of agreement and then the three females began a lighthearted and fun comparison of their chests. After a couple of minutes of boob mapping, the girls drew close and whispered something amongst themselves. I guessed they were plotting revenge and began to take a step back. But just as I did, all three of the females turned and descended on poor, shy Rusty.

Suddenly Rusty was surrounded by half naked women, rubbing their tits all over his upper body. If I'd have known that was the kind of revenge they were planning, I would have readily volunteered. But as it was, Rusty was reaping the benefit. And from the look on his face, he had no idea what to do about it. In fact, he looked scared to death. 

After a bit, Kris hooted, "Rusty McMaster! Whatever is that poking me in the leg?" Then her hand dipped below the surface and she grinned widely at the terrified young man. I think it was obvious to us all exactly what she was doing. "Oh... Now I know what it is, you randy boy," she taunted.

We all just kind of stopped and stood there, even more surprised at what Kris was doing then than we were when her breasts were revealed. It was evident to me by then that Kris held few reservations about flaunting her mature sexiness, at least away from school anyway. As I stood there watching her, without a doubt groping my young friend, my mind began to gnaw at the possibilities. In short, I wanted to fuck her. 

My plotting was interrupted by a male voice calling out, "Kris... Are you being naughty?"

"Oh... Hi Honey. Why don't you join us? The water's great," The teacher replied with a wide smile.

Looking toward the shore, I could see the man standing there. I don't usually rate the men I meet, but from what I'd gleaned from females that I knew, he was what they would probably consider handsome. He was around the same age as Kris, well built and you could tell that he worked out regularly. There was no age-induced belly swell above his Speedo, which was bulging with his equipment.

Not waiting for a response from her husband, Kris went around the group with introductions. Then she informed us that the man was indeed her husband and that his name was Brian. He greeted us again with a wave and then declined the offer to join us. "It's getting on toward dinner time," he explained. 

Brian didn't seem upset by the fact he'd just caught his wife red-handed and topless, cavorting with us. His demeanor was almost indifferent, although he did linger as he surveyed Tracy and Debbie. It made me wonder about the couple's relationship and whether it was anything like the one Tracy and I shared. 

"Well, I guess I should be going," Kris told us and then leaned in to kiss the still stunned Rusty on the cheek. All of us said our mingled farewells as the woman waded toward her husband. But before she got too far past me, I called out to her. 

"Hold up a second, Kris," I said, then went to her. My feeling was that I had nothing to lose and possibly a lot to gain. With my libido fully engaged I boldly but quietly informed her, in no uncertain terms, of what I was sure would be taking place later in our camp. "If you and your husband are interested, just come on over after dinner," I offered.

Kris just nodded and smiled at the invitation. I seriously doubted that they would show up, but I figured there was no harm in sharing. It was actually a major turn-on, telling this much older woman that me and my friends were going to be screwing each other's brains out in just a little while. And although I was now on fire for the woman, I knew I'd need to discuss the situation with Tracy. But, I didn't expect that she'd mind.

I watched Kris as she exited the lake and took her husband's hand. Without putting her top back on, they walked away, back toward their own site. Her ass, like her tits, was wider and a little fuller than either Tracy or Debbie's, but it fit her body magnificently. And her bikini bottom showed it off very nicely. Even though it was a full seat version, the thin material barley reached the top of her ass crack and clung tight to the jiggling hemispheres.

As the couple retreated, I felt boobs pressing into my back and then I heard Tracy's soft voice in my ear. "You invited them to come over later, didn't you?" she asked.

"Yeah. But don't tell the others," I cautioned. No point in getting everyone's hopes up, especially since I didn't think the pair would show. "I hope you don't mind," I added.

"Huh-uh," Tracy replied as her hand slid down my belly, then farther down, over my waistband, in search of my loins. And as she started to slowly rub my johnson, she remarked, "Still, it's kinda' odd, her being my teacher and all."

I could hear the others giving Rusty a hard time in the background, teasing him about being 'teacher's pet' and the like. But he gave it right back. "Hey... Fuck you! You guys are just jealous 'cause she played with my dick and not yours," he boldly responded to their jeering. 

I was glad to hear Rusty finally showing a little backbone. It had been far too long in arriving. He had always let the other guys run over him without a word. They never did anything truly malicious to him, but they rarely let him slide on anything either. Rusty was green and backward, but he was a good kid and didn't always deserve the multitude of ribbings that he'd endured over the years. 

The guys both laughed and were apologizing to the teen as I turned to take in the spectacle. Debbie added her own expression of regret by sidling up to Rusty and kissing his cheek, then asking if it would be okay for her to play with his dick too. He grinned and said, "Sure... That would be great." 

I interrupted the group before things went too much further and suggested heading back to camp. We'd played away the whole afternoon in the lake and the sun was hanging low in the western sky. It would soon drop below the trees and darkness would quickly follow. "We better get back to camp and get into some dry clothes and get supper going before it gets dark," I told them. 

In all honesty, I wasn't as concerned about the darkness as I was anxious to get back and get dinner over with. I wanted to be sure we had plenty of time to take advantage of the opportunity if Kris and Brian decided to join us in our evening romp. My concern was that if they showed up and we were still eating, our timing might not mesh and we'd miss out. But if everyone was already 'in the mood' when, or if, they arrived it would make a possibly awkward situation less so.

Back at the site, I immediately began work on getting the fire started, still in my wet shorts. Once the fire was blazing, I headed for the tent to change. As I neared, Tracy and Debbie emerged having already changed. Both looked sexy as hell and would certainly help maintain the mood and horniness in camp. 

Tracy was wearing another tube top over terry cloth gym shorts. The top was smaller than the green one she'd worn the day before, barely encasing her breasts. It was tight, white and just short of transparent, showing her dark areolas with ease. The shorts, also white, looked like they were one size too small for her, giving her a deep camel toe and showing even more of her ass cheeks than the cut-offs had. 

Debbie had on a long, bright red, open mesh muscle shirt hanging loosely from her shoulders. Under it she wore no bra or bikini top, just her bare tits on display. Her pubes were covered by a tiny, black thong bottom that covered her mound and did little else. Her gorgeous ass, while the shirt hung down below it, was just as much visible as were her boobs.

"Nice," I said with a grin as I surveyed the pair. Dipping my head, I kissed Tracy briefly and then quietly asked, "Can I talk to you a second?"

Tracy followed me back into the tent and I began to strip the wet shorts over my butt. Whispering, I posed, "If they show up, are you okay with me trying to score with Kris?"

"Sure. I assume you wouldn't mind if I do Brian," Tracy replied in a hushed voice as she took a step closer and wrapped her fingers around my waterlogged dick. 

"Wanna' do a quickie before supper?" I offered. 

Tracy grinned at me and appeared to be considering the proposal but never got the chance to answer. "Quit suckin' face and get out here and help with supper, you two," came Debbie's voice. 

"Guess not," I chuckled and started to pull away from the girl. But Tracy quickly dropped to her knees and before I even knew what was happening, had my cock head in her mouth. She sucked on my tool for a few seconds and I could feel it start to swell and stiffen. Another ten of fifteen seconds passed and I was halfway erect. 

I was content to let the blonde finish the task she'd started, but Debbie's face appeared in the mesh window and she blurted out, "Just couldn't wait to get a cock in your mouth, could you?" The brunette made a 'tsk, tsk' sound and then humorously scolded, "Get your asses out here and help. You can suck dick later." 

I had no plans to be sucking dick, but I was sure that Tracy would be. And I was also sure that I'd have mine sucked again before the evening was through. Still, it was with great reluctance that I pulled away from my sweetheart and went in search of something to wear. Settling on a pair of baggy gym shorts, I tugged them over my semi-hard tool and then french kissed Tracy before we exited. 

We were met with a mild round out teasing when we joined the group, and I suppose we deserved it. But I knew that any of the other guys would have done the same thing if Tracy had hit her knees in front of them. And, honestly, I was a little surprised that Debbie wasn't already on hers. Tracy and I just took it all in stride and pitched in with the meal preparation.

After we finished eating, we cleaned the few utensils and straightened the area again. Darkness was upon us and the fire was giving the campsite a warm, orange glow. After stoking it, I popped the top on another soda and sank into my camp chair. The other three males were already lounging in theirs while Tracy and Debbie whispered and giggled between themselves. 

The females excused themselves, grabbing the roll of toilet paper. While they were gone, I commented as to how lucky the three of us fellows were. This sparked the others into a discussion on the topic and they readily agreed. We also agreed that none of us had experienced better sex than with these two wonderful girls. 

As we talked, I heard Tracy and Debbie chattering away as they returned from their potty run. At the same time, I saw something that quickened my heartbeat. There was the unmistakable dance of a flashlight nearing us. A moment later, I heard a male voice calling out, "Hello in the camp."

Everyone turned to look and I returned the salutation as Kris and Brian came into view. The beam from the flashlight bounced a couple of times and then momentarily washed over Tracy and Debbie as they neared the fire. Quickly the beam flicked back and centered on the girls in their skimpy attire. 




Summer Schooled



"Well you girls certainly look... Uhmm... Comfortable," Kris' voice chortled. Then she questioned Brian, "Wouldn't you agree, Honey?"

Brian cleared his throat and replied, "Uh... Yeah... I guess 'comfortable' would be one description." 

I could hear the lust in his voice and I knew he was hooked. Now if we could reel in Kris. But I actually expected she would be an easier catch than her husband. Obviously, we'd only met very briefly at the lake, but he seemed a little more reserved than Kris. Then again, Tracy usually appears more reserved than me, but I was discovering that she could be a real vamp when she wanted. 

The light clicked off and the older couple came into clearer focus. As they neared, I could see that Brian was dressed much the same as the males in our group, wearing a t-shirt and cargo shorts. He had a couple of camp chairs slung over his shoulder and even after the flashlight went off, he continued to stare in the girl's direction. 

Kris was packed into a white, form-fitting garment that was either a short dress or long tank top, I wasn't sure which. It had a very revealing low cut, scoop neckline and accompanying arm holes that showed a lot of skin. And the material was nearly as see-through as Tracy's tube top. I could certainly make out the large, dark circles on Kris' boobs and thought I could see the outline of her pubic hair. 

Of course, it could have been a shadow or just my imagination, which was in high gear at that point. But, as we all rose and shuffled our chairs to make room for them, I got another look and was positive that the slightly darker patch was indeed there. And it was the same relative size and shape of what we'd seen earlier in the day as Kris took in the sun, au naturale.

Everyone sat down, Kris being very careful about the position of her legs. Which, in my mid, confirmed that she was naked under the shirt, or dress, or whatever it was. After we were situated, I offered our guests a soda. They both declined but thanked me anyway. Then, since there were some curious looks being shared between my comrades, I explained that I'd invited Brian and Kris. 

There was a long, somewhat awkward silence and then Brian spoke. "So... Kris tells me some of you were her students." 

Multiple affirmations were mumbled and then Tracy clarified, "Rusty, Kyle and myself were all her students, and all of us except Debbie went to G.W." 

Debbie then expounded on how she'd come to be a part of our little band, leaving out the fact that she'd been welcomed in by a weekend of raunchy sex. After that, the conversation began to roll, but not in the direction I'd hoped. There was the cursory question and answer session about what everyone was doing and if we were in college. And, of course, what our future plans held. 

As the discussion lulled, I asked, "What about you, Kris? What are your plans?" I was hoping to get an answer like, "I plan to get by brains screwed out," but instead she kept things clean. 

"Well... I start a new job in the fall," she began. Then she proffered, "I'm going to teach third grade. I left Washington because of all the rumors and innuendo that I'm sure you all heard while you were there. None of it was true, but it finally just wore me down."

The tone of her story didn't bode well for my hopes of bedding the woman, but suddenly took another turn. "Yes, Brian and I are swingers, but I would never have relations with one of my students, or anyone underage for that matter," Kris explained. "Still, I've always had the fantasy of..." her voice trailed off.

"Of what?" Debbie prodded, "Fucking one of your students?"

"Yes!" Kris admitted and then went on, "When I discovered you guys today and realized who you were, I got all tingly and worked up."

"And then we didn't help matters any when we started gettin' frisky," I interjected. 

"Actually it helped a lot," Kris chirped. "It let me be me without feeling guilty. I would never have tried to pressure you guys into anything, but I ended up having a blast." she finished.

Rusty leaned close to Mark and whispered something and they both chuckled. Of course, this drew everyone's attention. Mark quickly wiped the grin off his face and apologized, saying, "Sorry.. It's nothing..."

"What?" Kris wanted to know, "Did I say something wrong?"

"No ma'am," Mark returned, bringing the evil eye from the teacher.

"Don't you 'ma'am' me! Now what's so funny?" Kris growled. 

"Well... It's just... Aw hell! Rusty says you could pressure him into blasting any time," Mark finally conceded. 

We all burst out laughing and Rusty blushed enough that you could still see it, even in the dim firelight. The tension was broken by the exchange and I now felt confident and comfortable to pursue the cougar. But I wanted to be certain that everyone was on board. Brian had been quietly observing, so I asked him, "What about you, Brian? What's your take on all of this?"

Again he cleared his throat, then said in a very matter of fact tone, "Honestly, although we fall into the category of a swinging couple, I usually prefer to watch Kris with others. When she told me about your offer, I encouraged her to take you up on it."

That was all I needed to hear, but Debbie wasn't satisfied with Brian's answer. She got up and moved behind the man, leaned over and let her hands trail down his chest. "You're not just watching tonight," she informed him. 

"Well... That was my plan until I got here and saw you two girls. Now I think I could be persuaded," Brian confessed.

Debbie removed her hands from Brian's chest and I could see her hike the tail of her shirt up, and then her body wriggling around. The next thing I saw was her thong as it landed in Brian's lap. 

"How's that for persuasive?" the brunette teased and returned her hands to the man's chest. 

Tracy rose from her chair and then moved next to Kris. She bent over at the waist, giving me a great view of her ass and bringing her face to within inches of Kris' "There's something I've been dying to do ever since this afternoon, and I want to do it before the guys get to you," she stated, and then pressed her lips to the teacher's. 

Kris drew back in surprise, but then returned the kiss. Their lips parted and I could see tongues dancing back and forth. Unabashedly, Tracy's hand found the older woman's chest and she began to gently squeeze the oversized melon. Kris responded by extending a hand with trembling fingers and letting them slip into my girl's crotch. 

"Mmmm..." I could hear from Tracy as Kris began slowly rubbing back and forth. The terry cloth of the shorts was wedged deeply into Tracy's crack and I knew that Kris' fingers were lodged in the teen's vulva. They kissed and teased each other for a couple of minutes, then Tracy raised up and simply stood there while her teacher continued rubbing her pussy.

After a short time, Kris withdrew her hand lifted herself out of her chair. When her legs parted, just before she rose, the light of the fire illuminated her crotch and I could plainly see her beautiful beaver. But, just as quick as I saw it, it was hidden again as she got to her feet. I licked my lips in anticipation of driving my dick into her sweet, mature cunt. 

Once she was standing, Kris took hold of Tracy's flimsy tube top and slowly lifted it from the bottom. Tracy raised her arms and Kris pulled it over her head, dropping it in her chair as she admired my girl. Then, without hesitation, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of Tracy's shorts and started working them down.

Ever so slowly, the terry cloth inched lower and lower, stretching over Tracy's behind. Once it passed the widest point of her hips, the soft garment slid down her slender legs with ease. Kris squatted, moving with the shorts until Tracy lifted a foot out of them. Exchanging feet, Tracy stepped out of the other leg hole and Kris twisted to drop the shorts in her chair with the top. 

Kris looked up and down Tracy's frame and then leaned in, placing a tender kiss just above her thin strip of pubic hair. I could see my girlfriend's body shudder as the older woman's lips touched her skin and I could feel my cock swelling the front of my shorts. The sight was astoundingly erotic and I could see why Brian preferred to watch. 

I was expecting things to go a little further, but after the kiss to Tracy's abdomen, Kris stood up. It was then that I realized all of us were watching the pair intently. The three guys were bug-eyed, Rusty rubbing the front of his once again tented shorts. Even Debbie was transfixed. Her hands were still stroking Brian, but her attention was fully on Tracy and Kris.

"You are so gorgeous and I could just eat you up," Kris told Tracy, "And I plan to... But I started something this afternoon and I feel obligated to finish it." Then, turning her head and looking directly at Rusty, she crooked her finger and said, "Come here, young man."

Rusty looked like he'd been shot, but climbed out of his chair. With nearly robotic movements, he moved across the circle and neared Kris. Tracy retreated and moved toward Brian and after Rusty was past me, I also got to my feet. My gym shorts were jutting out in front of me but I didn't care. They would be gone soon enough anyway. 

Stepping away, I ducked into my tent and retrieved the blankets from the night before. Mark saw me and hustled to help. He quickly moved chairs to make room, then helped me spread the blankets. In a matter of a couple minutes, we once more had a perfectly suitable outdoor love palace. 

Kris wasted no time in leading Rusty by the hand to the middle of the blankets. Then she proceeded to strip him as she'd done with Tracy. The boy's boner sprang free and nearly slapped Kris in the face as she worked his shorts down. She chuckled and waited for the tool to stop bouncing, then kissed the very end of it. Continuing, Rusty held onto Kris' shoulders and clumsily stepped out of his shorts.

I looked around to find Tracy straddling Brian's left leg, sitting on his knee. The man's left hand was busy on her breasts as her right one worked over his bulging fly. Debbie was still behind him and continued to slither her hands over his pectorals. She looked at me and gave me a wink, then rounded Brian's chair, took hold of his hand and tugged. 

Tracy hopped off the man's knee and grabbed his other hand. The women hauled him out of the chair and dragged him to the corner of the blankets. Once there, the girls dispatched his clothing in short order, leaving him standing there with his boner stabbing the night air. 

Brian's cock was about the same length as mine, but looked a bit fatter. It was heavily veined and had a distinct curve drawing the head up and back, toward his body. His nuts were large and well defined as they hung low beneath his turgid member. I had to wonder how many women the man's tool had been inside, then smiled with the knowledge that he was about to add a couple more notches to the count. 

Kris' voice caught my attention as she spoke to Rusty. "Are you just going to stand there with you dick hanging out?" she quizzed. 

I turned to see that she was still fully clothed, if you could consider the skimpy dress thing fully clothed. Rusty still had the 'deer in the headlights' look on his face and stood motionless. But then Kris reached out and took one of his hands. She lifted it placed it on her shoulder. With her hand covering his, she slowly moved them over the shoulder and down her bicep. "Let me show you," she said to him. 

For the next few minutes, Kris tutored Rusty in the fine art of caressing a woman. She guided his hands over her body, showing him how and where to touch her to stimulate her senses. She quietly gave him instructions, telling him things like, "Stroke me here," and "A little softer," ending with, "Now kiss me. Kiss me like you are in charge, but don't be harsh." 

I glanced back to Brian and the girls. Tracy was kneeling in front of the man, taking a good deal of his big prick down her throat. Debbie was behind him, still wearing the mesh shirt, with her face buried between his ass cheeks. Brian's face showed the pleasure he was experiencing and I knew, firsthand, how wonderful it felt. 

Brian only had the girls to himself for a short time as Mark and Kyle stripped and joined the fray. Mark took a position next to Brian and Kyle stepped behind him. Tracy quickly made the transition from Brian's dick to Mark's, but continued to jack the older man in her hand. And Debbie did much the same thing. She swiftly swallowed Kyle's stubby, fat cock while bringing a hand up between Brian's legs, I assumed to tease his balls.

Returning my attention to Kris and Rusty, I caught them just as Kris grabbed the bottom of her shirt-dress. With arms crossed and one steady movement, she raised the hem, uncrossing her arms as she went and unveiling her fantastic, older body. Pulling the garment over her head, she dropped it to the ground and then shook out her hair. 

Kris's tits were just as amazing as earlier in the day and her figure was flawless. The bottom of her hourglass was adorned with the thick but neatly trimmed patch of hair. It looked about three inches wide and was about five or six inches from where it disappeared in her crotch to the straight-edged top. Either she was uncommonly blessed, or Kris had taken very good care of herself through the years. 

I admired the woman for a few seconds and then wrangled my shorts off, freeing my throbbing cock. As I moved toward her, she glanced at me with a smile and then a seductive lick of her lips. When I was close enough, I reached out and gently touched her arm, as she'd shown Rusty. With my hand still there, I moved behind her and nestled against her. My penis pressed against her soft bottom and I began to nuzzle her neck. 

Pausing briefly, I looked at Rusty and urged, "Remember what Debbie taught you last night?"

The teen got my meaning and nodded, then dropped to his knees before Kris. With the gentleness of a skilled lover, Rusty drew his face to Kris' lower body. He started to kiss and nibble at her pubic region, trailing his tongue between his targets. With sensual precision he quickly had Kris softly moaning her approval. 

Proud of the patience Rusty had learned, I returned to my own teasing of the woman. Brushing her hair aside, I kissed the back of her neck. I let my own tongue glide along her neck and behind her ear. I bit at the back of her ear, very tenderly, and then let my tongue slither back down the side of her neck. Again very gently, I bit into her shoulder and I could feel her body shudder.

I heard Tracy squeal happily and expected one of the guys had mounted her. I wanted to turn and look, but didn't want to relinquish my current position. Deciding to remain where I was, my hands drifted forward, around Kris' rib cage. Then, bringing them up, I scooped her massive boobs into them and lifted. 

They were surprisingly heavier than Tracy's. I expected some addition heft to them since they were larger, but not this much. They were firm, yet soft, and most definitely all natural. I toyed with the globes for a moment and then sought out the large, stiff nipples. Rolling them between my thumb and forefinger brought a deep sigh from Kris. 

The woman's hips were faintly undulating and she had her hand on the back of Rusty's head. Her other hand came around behind her and she touched my hip. I shifted my stance just a bit and my dick found its way into the deep crevice of her buttocks. While Kris' hips continued in their motion, I began a slow and easy up and down with mine. 

We continued in this fashion for a few minutes with Rusty teasing Kris' pubes, me working her tits and dry humping her ass. Eventually Kris pushed Rusty's face away and sank to the blanket. I followed her, stopping when I hit my knees. Kris continued on until she was laying flat on her back, then she motioned Rusty toward her head. 

My fortunate young friend knee-walked to the woman's shoulders and Kris twisted the upper half of her body. Opening her mouth, she took Rusty's drooling cock in. As her lips closed around his organ, I glanced at the others. They were oblivious to us and had advance their activities well past the stage that we were in. 

Brian was laying on his back with Tracy riding up and down his stiff prick. Debbie, who'd finally shed the shirt, was hovering just above the man's face and he was lapping at her bald cunt. Kyle was feeding his pudgy dick into Tracy's mouth and Mark was doing the same thing to Debbie. They were one big bundle of flesh, emanating sounds of slurping and squishing with an occasional moan or groan. 

Confident they were enjoying themselves, I positioned myself between Kris' legs. Dropping to my stomach, I spread her thighs and pushed my face into her crotch. I jammed my tongue between the puffy labia and drilled it into her damp and welcoming hole. My action was answered with a deep, guttural, dick-stifled hum of pleasure.

I ate Kris' beautiful pussy for the next several minutes, licking up and down her slit, sucking her labia and swirling my tongue around her engorged clit. My hands were all over her thighs, hips, ass and abdomen, toying with her well tanned skin. I was rewarded with her nectar coating my lips and tongue. 

I was somewhat surprised that Rusty hadn't busted his nut by that time, given his history. Apparently Kris was quite skilled at prolonging a man's release. Just as the thought crossed my mind, she pulled off of my friend and told, "I think it's time for you to put that in me." Which was fine with me because I was rearing for her to suck me too. 

Rusty and I quickly exchanged places and Kris took me into her heavenly mouth. Her full lips encircled me and her tongue danced happily on the underside of my shaft. She worked up and down the upper half of my pole for a short time, and then she began to take more and more of me. 

In the meantime, Rusty got himself situated and eased himself into Kris' hot, older box. Unlike the night before, when he started to thrust it was with steady and moderated strokes. With more patience that I thought he had, the youngster paced himself, giving the woman a much more pleasurable experience, I'm sure. 

Kris kept working her mouth on me, eventually swallowing nearly my entire length. I was in heaven. Here I was with a gorgeous woman, old enough to be my mom, and she was giving me an excellent blowjob. I could feel the years of practice, and God only knows how many other blowjobs, she'd given. Debbie was still better, and Tracy was just as good, but Kris had subtle differences that I was sure she'd perfected over time. 

With Rusty pumping in and out, and Kris expertly blowing me, I shifted my eyes to the others once more. Now Debbie was mounted on top of Kyle, pummeling his tool, while Tracy bounced up and down on Mark's. Brian was standing in front of the girls and they were trading his cock back and forth with one blowing him for a while, and then the other sucking him in.

I had guessed that if both of these hot little babes worked their charms on him together, it wouldn't take a long time for Brian to get off. And that's not meant to be a knock against the man. I just knew how voracious the two chicks could be when they worked together and how quickly they'd made me cum on previous occasions.

My assumption wasn't wrong. Debbie and Tracy both slid their lips along the sides of Brian's cock, back and forth a few times. Then they sandwiched the head between their mouths, as if they were trying to french kiss through it. I could see the man's butt clenching and then he groaned, "Oh, God... I'm gonna' cum, girls."

The two females seemed to double their efforts and Brian groaned loudly, his cream spewing out of his dick. Debbie was quick enough to get her mouth into position to catch most of the first wad. Tracy squeezed in close, and managed to get the second expulsion squarely on her tongue. Then the pair shared the remainder of Brian's jizz as it escaped his prick, taking turns closing their lips over him. 




Summer Schooled



When he was finished, the girls locked in a true french kiss, painting Brian's ejaculate over each other's tongues. When they parted, each one swallowed whatever was still in their mouths and smiled up at the exhausted man. To my surprise, Brian leaned over and gave, first Tracy and then Debbie, a lingering french kiss. Apparently he was no stranger to the taste of his own cum, or simply too appreciative to care. 

As Brian backed away, I heard Tracy tell him to help himself to a soda from the cooler. Then I heard Kris as she pulled her lips from me. "Don't cum inside Teacher, Rusty. I want you up here for that." 

"O-okay, Mrs. Rantoul," Rusty replied as if the woman had just called him to the chalkboard. 

I could tell from Rusty's facial expression and his labored breathing that he was getting close. So instead of letting Kris get me back in her mouth, I moved toward her hips. "Why don't you let me take over," I told my buddy. 

Wordlessly, Rusty withdrew his tool and got to his feet. I moved in and went down on Kris again for a brief moment, sucking and teasing her clit. Her hips twitched a bit and she cooed happily. After harassing her love button for a short time, I raised up to my knees and requested that she turn over. The buxom cougar rolled onto her stomach and then, knowing my plan, raised her rear end up into the air.

I shuffled forward and took my cock in hand. I swiped the head up and down her vaginal split a couple of times and then centered it on her opening. Pushing steadily inward, I entered the woman with relative ease. To my pleasant surprise, she was very cozy. I had expected, since she was older and I suspected well used, that she would be looser. But that wasn't the case. Her pussy was wet and warm and grasped my dick nicely. 

Pressing myself into Kris, I came to rest with my lower abdomen against her firm, round ass. I held myself there for a moment to absorb the luscious sensation, and then began to saw in and out of her. My hands went to the plump cheeks of her butt and I squeezed them as I fucked her. Her hind end felt just as firm, and at the same time soft, as her tits had. 

As this was taking place, Kris had raised up onto her hands and had Rusty in front of her. She took his prick into her mouth again and began nursing him. Her well schooled (pardon the pun) lips and tongue were merrily working the boy over. I could tell that he was on the brink of blasting, but then Kris changed what she was doing, whispered something to him and after a moment or two, Rusty seemed in control again.

I steadily increased my pace until I was thumping into Kris pretty well. My hands were still mauling her ass, squeezing and pulling the cheeks apart. Her puckered anus was winking at me from time to time and I wondered if she'd let me in there. My curiosity finally won out and I slowed my pace. Sticking my thumb in my mouth to lubricate it, I then wedged it between her cheeks and found her anal opening. 

Rubbing my digit precisely over her butthole, I waited to see if she would object. She didn't so I pressed inward. Her ass accepted my thumb with little resistance and I stuffed it further in. Kris hummed happily and I knew I was going to have to get my dick in there. But I was satisfied with what I was doing, for the time being. 

I continued pumping her from behind, plunging my thumb in and out of her ass, and watching her torment Rusty for the next few minutes. Kris brought the teen to the very edge of orgasm again, and once more she was able to coach him into controlling it. I was amazed at her skill and his reception of her tutelage. 

But it wasn't really very long before Rusty simply could hold out no longer. Kris sensed it too, and swallowed the lad's medium sized dick. With her nosed pressed against his belly, Rusty groaned and his whole body tensed. "I'm gonna'... cum," he warned.  

Kris gave a muffled, "Uhm-hmm," and Rusty released his load. 

With a strangled, "Ahhh..." Rusty grabbed onto Kris' head and his hips quivered as the climax peaked, and then ebbed somewhat. And after a moment, Kris withdrew about halfway and suckled his still hard cock. Rusty twitched and moaned, finally pulling himself away from the teasing woman with a jerk. 

Kris snickered and said, "Some teachers get apples from their students... But that was much better."

Rusty didn't say anything. He just slouched backward and dropped his backside to the blanket. Then, as usual, he flopped down with a great sigh. But then he exclaimed, "Wow! That was amazing. I can't believe I just fucked Mrs. Rantoul."

Kris started laughing, as did I. Our laughter was joined by Tracy and Debbie's, who'd apparently finished off Kyle and Mark. When I heard them, I looked over at the pair, kneeling close by now. Both were somewhat sweaty and had semen streaked on their abdomens. Debbie swiped the majority of what was on her with a finger and then sucked the digit clean. 

Kris patted the blanket in front of her and said, "Ms. Sherwood..."

Tracy needed no further information and quickly scooted toward her teacher's head. She dropped to a sitting position and looked into Kris' eyes. Then, as if they were reading each other's minds, they moved together and were quickly positioned with Kris' face buried in Tracy's cunt. My sweetheart's eyes closed and her hands went to her chest. She fondled herself and pulled at her nipples while the teacher began her assault. 

I had slowed my pace considerably during the exchange so I thought that would be a good time to attempt an anal entry. Pushing completely into Kris a final time to coat my whole shaft, I held myself in place for a moment when I bottomed out. Then I slowly withdrew and got to my feet. I spread the woman's cheeks apart and pushed my dick between them. 

Still holding the left side of Kris' butt, I took hold of my shaft with the other hand. I pressed in and felt her asshole begin to open. Seeing what I was doing, Debbie leaned her face over the teacher's posterior an let her saliva dribble down the woman's crack to aid my entry. As Debbie's spit pooled around the head of my cock, I pushed a little harder and worked the tip in.

With another gentle shove, the head slipped into Kris' tight backdoor. I paused but Kris pushed back at me and a third of my dick sank into her asshole. "Uhhhng..." the woman growled into Tracy's mound. 

Debbie drooled more saliva onto my invading member and then backed away and moved out of sight, behind me. I drew my hips back an inch or so and then pushed further into Kris' hind end. Again she mewled and puffed air out of her lungs. I repeated this procedure twice more and finally had nearly my whole cock buried in the cougar's ass. 

Just as I began to work in and out, I felt someone sliding between my legs. Glancing down, I saw Debbie on her back and wriggling herself under both myself and Kris. Once she was in position, she brought her hand up and started diddling Kris' vacant pussy. She lifted her head and sucked the woman's clit and then let a finger slither into her vagina. 

I could feel Debbie's finger wiggling inside of Kris as I pumped her ass. There's no other feeling in the world like having your dick buried in a girl's butt. And as I relished the sensation it was compounded by the presence of Debbie's probing finger. Of course, I wasn't the only one that appreciated the brunette's helping hand. Kris was now whining and moaning into Tracy's snatch. 

Tracy, in turn, was now pulling the teacher's head downward and grinding her hips against the woman's face. Her legs were sticking up, toes pointed skyward, and she was tossing her head from side to side. Apparently, Kris was just as skilled at eating pussy as she was at giving a blowjob. 

The three of us fucked and sucked and fingered for several more minutes. And then I heard Tracy's voice cracking, "Uhh... Uhhh... Ohh... Kr-isss!" The blonde's head jerked and her shoulders hunched forward as she climaxed. Her fingers were still tangled in the woman's hair and she had her eyes clamped shut, her face distorted in a blissful grimace. 

Once Tracy's orgasm passed, she slumped onto her back and just lay there panting with her legs still spread and sopping cunt on display. When she regained a measure of composure, but still with ragged breath, she said, "God, Kris... That was fantastic."

It always revved me up when I watched Tracy cum, and witnessing her orgasm at the hands of her teacher excited me quite a bit. I could feel my own release building so I slammed Kris' butthole even harder. Debbie was working the woman's cunt ferociously and I felt like Kris was getting close too. But not as close as me.

Feeling the familiar tingle, I slammed Kris' back door a few more times and then jerked my dick out of her. Just as I exited her anus, a forceful jet of cum screamed out of me and splattered against the orifice. The first was followed by two more strong ropes which also plastered her asshole and then trailed down and ran onto Debbie's hand. 

As soon as the last one escaped, I stuffed my dick back into Kris' ass and hammered into her with a few strokes. Her hips bucked and she cried out in joyous groans of release. The climax washed over her body and she humped back at my re-inserted prick while she grabbed fistfuls of the blanket. 

I drove home, fully burying my rod, held it there for a moment and then withdrew. As the head of my pecker pulled free, Kris shuddered and I heard a contented sigh escape her lungs. Then Debbie extracted her fingers causing the teacher's back to arch and her hips to twitch again. She was panting heavily and she slumped into an upright fetal position. 

I remained behind the woman for a couple of minutes, my slimy, wilting dick resting in the crack of her ass. Debbie scooted out from under us and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. "Thanks," I puffed in appreciation of her help, knowing I probably wouldn't have gotten Kris off by myself. 

Debbie walked over and picked up the roll of toilet paper, unwound a length and snapped it off. Then she tossed the roll at me and chortled, "Don't leave our guest a mess."

I caught the roll and pulled some off. Backing away, I swiped at the gooey mess between Kris' buttocks. When I had her fairly clean, I crumpled the wad of tissue and tossed it at the fire. By the time I unrolled another length and finished cleaning myself, Kris had turned around and was reclining on the blanket next to Tracy.

I rose and moved to return the paper to its original location. As I did, I couldn't help but notice that Brian's sizable dick was rock hard again, and he was idly stroking the tool. Debbie grabbed him by the hand and pulled him to his feet. She led him to the blanket and pushed him down onto his back. Then she squatted over his sword and impaled herself, balls deep. 

Grabbing a soda from the cooler, I dropped into one of the camp chairs and watched the randy brunette as she rode Brian's joystick. Eventually, Kris and Tracy joined in, ravaging Debbie's body while she humped the man. They teased and kissed her until she was whining and sweaty, and then they turned up their torment.

Kris dropped between her husband's legs and began tonguing Debbie's hairless, cock-stuffed pussy. While she did this, Tracy stood and stepped across Brian, straddling him and behind Debbie. She reached her hands over Deb's shoulders and found her bouncing boobs. Then, quite forcefully, she started twisting and pulling her friend's nipples. 

I knew that would pull Debbie's trigger. Within a minute or two she wailed loudly and her entire body shook as orgasmic elation overtook her. The girl's fit of ecstacy must have pushed Brian over as well because he groaned and called out, "Oh my god... Yes... Uhhn... Uhhnn."

Debbie remained atop the man for a brief time, pulling herself together. Then she dismounted, but squatted just over his deflating member. I could see the man's cum dripping out of her stretched hole and dribbling down on him. When she finished expelling Brian's cum, the little minx quickly scrambled around and knelt beside Kris. Tracy, just a quickly, joined the pair on Kris' other side. 

Together, the three women lapped and sucked every last drop of jism from Brian's crotch. His body jerked and twisted, he laughed, cussed and moaned at the treatment. When they finished, the females traded tender kisses between themselves, making sure they had gotten every remnant of Brian's seed. Then Tracy giggled and said to Kris, "Maybe you can come back next year. I like summer school when you're teaching."

~~Class dismissed....

 (Watch for more of Ron, Tracy, Debbie and the boys in "Debbie's Treat".)