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What Sandy Was Not Told Ch. 01

By: leBonhomme



Sandy's friend did not tell her about another episode during his trip to Europe, although it is related here as though he did. A girlfriend doesn't have to know everything!

After bidding farewell to Marga and Greeta in Cologne, Rick and I took the next train that would connect to one to Venice. We had foregone going on from Florence to Rome to stay with them, not that we could explain to some people why we had. But with our Eurail tickets, it was no problem to return south. The next day, we found the campsite at Venice and pitched our tent, joking about the fact that we hadn't shared it since meeting Greeta and Marga.

We were surprised to see a large bus at the campsite with "Sundowners" along its side, and soon discovered at the bar that it belonged to a somewhat loud group travelling from London to Calcutta, mostly Australians and New Zealanders, with a couple of English young people. We learned that from a couple of girls from the group who seemed more interested in talking to us than to sticking with group.

"We'll be with them for the next seven weeks," Pat explained, after she had introduced herself and the other girl as "Trish," adding: 

"Yeah, we're both named Patricia."

They were a couple of years older than us, but didn't seem to mind. When they asked where we had been, we mentioned that we had just come from Cologne, but had been in Florence before that, originally planning to go on to Rome and then Venice. Of course, they wondered about our change of plan. Rick explained that we had met a couple of Dutch girls.

"Oh, ... like that?" Pat remarked with suggestive smile.

"Yeah, maybe," I replied, returning her smile, and they both seemed to like that, Trish remarking: 

"Our good luck, or you probably would have been here earlier."

Rick and I agreed to that, and after a couple of more beers, we agreed to have dinner together. They thought that they should clean up first, and we did, too, exchanging nods when we happened to meet at the showers. Then we met again and had dinner, and they didn't object to our offer to pay for theirs. We learned that they had both been in England for two years, now returning to Australia, that the bus trip and flight from Calcutta would be cheaper than flying from London and obviously more interesting. They explained that they shared a tent with two other girls: Jean, also from Australia, and Mary from England. They turned the conversation to the social situation in their group and what they thought about the men: some nice, some less so, and apparently all of them looking for some "action." They didn't seem to object to their doing so, just to some of their too plump attempts, and to the problems pairing off within the group could lead to. Jean had come to Europe with a similar group and warned them about that.

Rick and I showed our understanding, even venturing to suggest that it could be easier when everyone knew when the party was over. We already knew that they were staying for three nights. They seemed to like that interpretation, glancing at each other before Pat suggested: 

"Like with the Dutch girls?"

"Um-hmm," I agreed: "a pretty extended party," and we all snorted, not quite smirking, but it was clear that we all understood what we were talking about. 

And more clear when at the end of the meal they asked where our tent was, luckily a bit away from those of their group. Of course, we offered to show them, and they didn't seem surprised when we bought a bottle of wine, another big one, implying that we continue the party - or maybe let it start. 

As we were about to leave, they stopped and glanced around, and then waved to someone. We didn't see whom - probably Jean or Mary - but understood that they wanted to let one of them know that they were with us. So off we went and were soon settled with the opened bottle in front of our tent. 

The first remark by Trish was that our tent was rather small, but that suggested that she had more than just a passing interest in it, and Pat picked up on her comment by pointedly asking: 

"With the Dutch girls?"

Trish seemed to find that a bit too forward; it was really too dark to see her expression, but she also snickered when I replied: 

"Just one of them, I was always in theirs."

That sort of broke the ice. As the bottled passed, they were more forward than Geerta and Marga had been, Pat showing a preference for Rick, and Trish fondling my fingers when we passed the bottle and then following Pat's lead by putting her hand on my leg. So pretty soon we had an arm around each of them, and were all helping guide the bottle to our partner's lips. Before it was empty, someone put it aside, and we were kissing, and they weren't minding where we put our hands, and after a bit we certainly weren't minding where they put theirs. 

Well, it was pretty obvious - very obvious - that no one wanted the party to stop, but someone had to suggest that, and how. Pat did: 

"We ought to go to the loo first."

That said it, especially the "first". 

With some chuckles of agreement, we got up and went hand-in-hand to the toilets. On the way, Trish asked softly: 

"All of us in your tent?"

"Um-hmm, plenty of space if we stick close together," I replied, getting snickers of agreement.

Back at the tent, Rick volunteered to make up our bed, since he had more experience, while the girls and I took off our shoes. When he joined us again, we passed the bottle around, snorting softly in anticipation. 

"All four of us," Trish murmured softly, adding: 

"I never did this before."

"Not in such close quarters," Pat remarked, apparently about her own experience, nodding with a smirk when we looked at her, and then explained: 

"Once at college, there were three couples in corners of the darkened common room."

We all snickered and passed the bottle around again. Then with a nod towards the tent, Pat snorted and stood up and started to take of her long pants. Trish snorted and did the same, and, of course, Rick and I did, too, a little surprised, but it was the most practical way, especially as crowded as it would be in the tent. While she rolled up her pants, Pat glanced around in the dark and saw that no one could see us. We all put our trousers inside the tent, and then with another glance around she took off her shirt, so we did too, and then in just our underwear crept into the tent with some snickers, and more as they took off their bras, and we all lay down.

"Funny," Trish murmured, lying with Pat between Rick and me, and then we were back to kissing and fondling, soon with our hands inside each other's underpants, and removing them. When I murmured: "We've got some," Pat understood that I meant rubbers and replied: 

"Don't need them, pill." Trish nodded with a snort.

But I wanted to suck her breasts first - first, before I showed her what I had learned with Geerta. She liked that, of course, and Rick seemed to be doing the same, from Pat's encouraging moans and sighs. Then it was evident that she was encouraging him to move his head further down - and to turn around. Trish didn't mind when I started to move further, but when she recognized that Rick was beginning to straddle Pat, she whispered in surprise: 

"Are you going to, too?"

"Um-hmmm!" Pat replied emphatically.

"All the way? ... I never have."

"Um-hmm."

"Oh," Trish responded softly.

By now, I was crouched next to her and nuzzling in her pubic hairs and murmured:

"You don't have to, ... at all, ... if you don't want to."

She didn't reply, but opened her thighs. As I began to explore deeper between them, I felt her hand urging me to move my legs back, so I did, of course. When I was lying next to her, her hand found my cock as she rolled toward me, raising her thigh invitingly. 

Ummm, nice pussy! And she was fondling my cock and balls with both hands, and then her lips slipped around the head of my cock. Oooh! At least she wanted to do that much, and it felt like she liked to do it, had experience, but I had thought that Geerta had. Oh, yes, Trish did have experience; she had said that she had just never gone "all the way." Did she want to now? She could decide that. If she had experience, she would know when to stop - if she wanted to. But now I wanted to enjoy her nice pussy, clutching her hips and eating her like a big watermelon, a juicy, not so sweet watermelon, and one that seemed to enjoy being eaten, her pussy rocking to show me where it wanted to feel my tongue. And her tongue seemed to know what would feel good on my cock. "Un-hnn!" I encouraged her. 

She did want to go all the way, or just couldn't stop when her aroused pussy took control, her thighs twitching as it went all wet. Whether she had wanted to or not, when I began to spurt, she didn't hesitate to continue, thank goodness - that's so good!

When we had recovered, she finally let him slip from between her lips and snorted and murmured: 

"I guess I should have done that before. ... Hm-hmm! Sorry, guys."

Pat snorted with a chuckle and agreed: 

"They think it is the best. ... Glad you liked it."

Rick had rolled off Pat by then, and we both replied: 

"We sure do," and I added: "Thank you."

The girls both snorted, and Trish shook my now more relaxed cock and replied: 

"Yeah, tastes funny, ... don't know what I expected, ... but it sure was arousing, ... to know you were coming that good."

"Um-hmm," I agreed: "... as good as I could."

We all snickered, and Rick added: 

"Me too; we've been saving it for two days."

We all chuckled, and Rick and I climbed back around, the girls rolling towards each other, and settled down behind them with our hands on their breasts. I squeezed Trish's and murmured: 

"Nice pussy, nice breast."

"Not nicer than Pat's," Rick replied. 

"How'd you know?" I asked, eliciting snorts from the girls as I realized that my remark suggested doing something to let us compare them - pussies and breasts.

Rick snickered and replied: 

"Try her other one, it's just as good."

I did. Of course it was good; there aren't any bad ones, ... well, not from my experience. Pat chuckled at having both her breasts fondled, and I remarked: 

"Yes, very nice, but not better."

"This is unfair," Trish complained not very seriously: "... no one is feeling mine."

I felt both Rick's and Pat's hands move, and then Trish responded: 

"Yeah, that's better," and snorted.

"Um-hmm, I think so, too," Pat agreed with a chuckle.

"Oooh! Is that your hand?"

"Um-hmm. ... Hm-hmm!"

"Oh? ... Oooh, you know what feels good."

"Of course."

I felt Trish's hand move, and then Pat remarked: 

"You do, too," and with a snicker Trish also replied: 

"Of course." 

Rick and I snickered, and he said: 

"I take it back, they're all perfect," and then asked: 

"How many have you held."

"Just mine ... and hers," Trish replied immediately. Pat snorted and agreed: 

"Me, too.

They all snorted, and then Trish remarked: 

"I thought we were talking about what it's like to feel them, not how they feel."

"Yeah, well, I was, that sucking them is also better."

"Um-hmm, real good, sucking and nibbling on an aroused nipple, tickling the goose bumps," Rick commented.

Pat snorted and replied: 

"Like Trish's."

"Ooh! And yours ... Uhmm!" she agreed.

"Um-hmm," Pat agreed and then snickered and added: 

"If they think it is that good ..."

There was a moment of silence, and then Trish asked timidly: 

"You aren't thinking of doing it, are you?" After another moment of silence, Pat replied: 

"I guess I was. ... Yeah, ... why not?"

"You want to suck my breast?"

"If you don't mind. ... Yeah, ... I want to." ... Hm-hmm! It feels like it wants me to."

Rick and I snorted as I thought that maybe he had felt that Trish's nipples had been relaxed and suddenly popped out again, the reason for Pat's comment. Trish had to chuckle and then snorted and remarked: 

"I guess it wouldn't mind."

"That's good," Pat murmured as she moved her head lower, and then Trish responded: 

"Oh! Oooh! ... It doesn't. ... Uhmm! ... Is it good?"

Pat just nodded with an "um-hmm" and continued. In the silence, we could hear her moist tongue lapping and occasional little sucking noises, and from Trish, little moans.

"Seems like she's doing it right," I murmured. Trish nodded with an aroused "um-hmm," and then whispered: 

"I want to feel something else, ... somewhere else."

She didn't have to arch her back and press her ass against me to let me know what she meant, but it helped, and when she felt me guiding my cock between the cheeks of her ass, she nodded again with emphatic "um-hmm," and reached down to help me and then gave an aroused "uhnnn!" as he slipped into her pussy. Uhmm! Good, so good without a rubber!

"Me, too," Pat murmured, and Rick obliged, of course, and then we were moving around a bit to get deeper in them. When I reached down to find Trish's pussy, I felt Rick's arm, his hand already on Pat's, maybe already while she was sucking Trish's breast. I think the girls had moved on to holding both of each other's breasts; there had been a snort and chuckle and then an exchange of "um-hmms."

I wanted to arouse Trish with my fingers, to make her clutch me while I held still. Rick must have had the same idea from the motion of his forearm, his fingers apparently moving just as eagerly on Pat's clitoris as mine were on Trish's, and they were liking it from their aroused "uhnns" and "ooohs" as their stomachs tensed - well, Trish's did, for certain. And she did clutch me, making me add my own "uhnn" - more than just once as it happened again, and then more often and harder, until I couldn't hold still any longer, about to come and wanting - having - to move my cock in the pulsing grasp of her pussy. 

I was just vaguely aware of the movement of Pat and Rick as I started to come and then felt Trish come, warm pussy juice wetting my fingers and warming my balls. As our orgasms waned, I was more aware of the other two, recognizing that all the panting and moaning hadn't been from just Trish and me. As we all stilled, just gasping, I drew my hand up and discovered that the girls now had their arms around each other and reached over and also put my arm around Pat. I felt Rick's hand draw Trish's hip closer to Pat's. 

We lay like that until my cock slipped out, Trish responding softly: 

"Hm-hmm, um-hmm," and then after a moment she whispered: 

"Ooh! I almost kissed you."

"Hmm! I probably wouldn't have minded," Pat replied with a chuckle, adding: 

"at least, when I was so aroused."

"That's all right," I assured them: "... the Dutch girls did."

"Really!?" Pat asked, and we loosened our embrace, the girls removing their arms from each other as Rick and I slid our hands down to "our girl's hip. Pat continued: 

"I thought you were sleeping in different tents."

"We were, but then in Cologne we had two hotel rooms, but only slept in one of them."

The girls snickered, and then Trish rolled back against me, turning her head to ask: 

"And they kissed? ... Oooh, ... what else did they do?

I made room for her to lie on her back, and Rick did the same for Pat and with a chuckle explained: 

"Probably what you think. They told us they did it once after a party, a bit drunk, when they didn't end up with guys, and ..., well, ... it was good, ... of course, so I guess they did it when there weren't any boys who wanted to."

Trish responded with a surprised "Oh!" Pat snickered and asked, just as surprised: 

"And they told you?!" I chuckled and replied: 

"Not just like that. The first morning in the hotel, when we woke up, having rolled over in the night, one of them had her arm around the other one, holding her breast. Seemed real familiar. After we had all gone to the bathroom and were back in bed, they told us - one did, the other was more embarrassed about it, the one who had had her arm around the other one."

"I can imagine," Trish remarked, reminding me of her comment about kissing.

"So how did they come to kiss, ... with you there," Pat asked. I let Rick explain: 

"Well, that wasn't until that evening. We were lying there, like this, and started to fondle their breasts, ..." 

In the dark, I couldn't see anything, but apparently he reached over and touched all four of theirs. The girls snorted and then Pat said: 

"Not now, I want to hear this."

"... and they started to fondle us, and then when one and then the other snorted, and one said 'Why not?', we discovered that they were fondling each other, too."

"Just like that?!" Trish asked. I continued the story: 

"Um-hmm, and beginning to really enjoy it. I was thinking they were pretty clever to be able to do it with both hands on a girl and boy, like patting one's head and rubbing one's stomach."

The others all chuckled, and Rick replied: "You didn't tell me that."

"Then one said that if we didn't do something, she knew what she might want to do. The other objected, and, of course, we did, but they continued what they had been doing, too, even helping each other with their other hands ..."

"Oh! I guess they didn't have any inhibitions by then," Trish interjected. 

"Not many, that's for sure. So that evening, one said she wanted to do what she had suggested in the morning, and the other agreed after we said that we would help by sucking her breasts ..."

"Both of you at once?" Pat asked. Rick replied: 

"Only at first, then she gave him a rubber and said that she knew what the other one wanted, and started to urge me to straddle her so that she could do it to me."

"Oh, my gosh! ..." Trish exclaimed: "... her girlfriend eating her, and eating you at the same time!"

"Um-hmm, while I was ... trying to make her girlfriend happy."

"An orgy," Pat remarked with a snicker.

"Just a small one," I agreed: "The night before, I had been wondering if it was an orgy if two couples just happened to be doing it in the same bed."

"Like us," Trish commented with a snicker, and then recalled the start of our story and asked: 

"And then they kissed?" Rick replied:

"Yeah, after everyone had come, and I had rolled off her, the other one crawled up and they embraced and kissed. Surprised me, but seemed kind of ..., well, appropriate, if they were accustomed to doing it together, sort of like what you said."

"Oooh, yeah, ... I guess. It's always nice to embrace afterwards."

"Anyone, even me," Pat remarked with a chuckle, but then added: "But you're right." 

We were all silent for a few moments. For lack of anything better to do, I slid my hand up and held one of Trish's breasts, a nice small, firm handful. Rick must have done the same to Pat; they both responded with an approving "um-hmm." Then Trish started and exclaimed softly: 

"Pat!"

Pat snickered and remarked: 

"I just wondered what someone else's felt like. Seemed like a good time to find out."

"You're too curious."

"After hearing that. What did you do after that?"

"Pat! I'm worried about you!" I felt Trish hold Pat's hand still, but she didn't remove it from her pussy.

"What did we do?" Rick asked, and then remembered: 

"We did it the other way. ... No, ... well, sort of: I was behind one of the girls, and she was doing it to him, while the other one was over his face."

The girls chuckled and I replied: 

"That was when I was thinking it really was an orgy."

"I bet," Pat agreed with a snicker. 

"And before you ask, in the morning, the girls did it to each other and then asked us to ... fuck them. Sorry, they used that word more liberally than we do."

"Oooh!" both girls responded, and Pat added: "at the same time?!"

"Um-hmm," Rick and agreed in unison.

"Oh!" Trish remarked, sounding very surprised.

"Definitely an orgy," Pat responded and then with a snort remarked: 


What Sandy Was Not Told Ch. 01



"And I thought we were being pretty wild, ... just all of us in one tent."

"Pat! Stop that! ... You don't want to do that, do you!?"

There was a moment of silence.

"I don't know. ... Sounded good. ... Oh, ... do you think that is want Jean was talking about?"

"What? When?"

"When she was warning about too much ... 'fraternizing.' She said something about helping each other."

"She did? ... If she did, I was thinking she meant that we should watch out for each other, ... not what you're apparently thinking."

"I wasn't thinking it before - just occurred to me now. I think she said 'helping ourselves.' Well, we didn't need her suggestion if she meant just doing it to ourselves, everyone doing it to herself."

"You think so? That she meant that?"

"Don't know, but it would make sense, ... as an alternative to problems with the guys, ... and if she thought that way."

"Hmm! Sounds like you're beginning to."

"Hmm! ... Hm-hmm! Only as an alternative, ... like those Dutch girls."

"Stop it! ... You really are!"

"I'm just more curious than you are."

"Absolutely uninhibited, I would say."

Rick and I were being very still during this interesting conversation. I was thinking that it would be very nice to repeat our experiences with Geerta and Marga, well, I guess more about Pat and Trish expanding their experience. I had to suppress a snort at the idea of my wanting them to learn about enjoying sex with another girl. 

Pat continued: 

"Just more curious. ... Okay, less inhibited. Yeah, I would be willing to do it, ... curious to; it must be good if guys like it, and I wouldn't care who did it to me - within reason. ... I'm not worried about ... changing sides, ... just curious."

"And oversexed."

"Just don't want to be deprived, ... if there is an alternative."

"Hmmm! Not likely, if you'll admit that. Talk to Jean. ... Let's go to sleep."

Rick and I did snort now, and the girls then did, too, apparently having forgotten that we were overhearing their conversation. I asked if they wanted to go back to their tent, but Pat replied: 

"And have them ask us what we've been doing?" Trish chuckled and agreed: 

"Especially after this. Need to sleep on it, and best not see them when they can quiz us too long. Good night."

She rolled towards me, inviting me to put a thigh between hers. Rick pulled our other sleeping bag up to cover us, and he and Pat settled down. I put my arm around Trish, and after more "good nights," it was silent in the tent. 

When I awoke, I had again turned on my other side, vaguely remembering that Trish had straightened out her legs in the night. Yes, I felt her ass against mine; she had also turned over, and it was quite warm, the sun shining on the tent. I looked at my watch and saw that it was still quite early, however, and liked that, also the recognition that I didn't have to go to the bathroom, although - hm-hmm - I did have an early morning erection.

I pushed to cover down to my waist, thinking it must be even warmer for the girls, lying between Rick and me. And then I liked the thought that we would be able to see them naked, now that it was light in the tent. Of course, we already had a pretty good idea of what their figures were like, but it still would be nice. Were their nipples pale pink, darker pink, maybe more beige, tan lines from bikinis? Probably not, coming from England.

"Good idea," I heard Pat remark and felt her push the cover down on her side, now leaving us all half uncovered.

"Um-hmm," Rick and Trish agreed, confirming that we were all awake. One of the girls kicked the cover back from our legs - nice, apparently no problem with nudity. Trish snorted, however, so it must have been Pat that kicked the cover back. Then she snorted and said: 

"Good morning, everyone," and we all responded. 

I moved away from Trish and rolled over to face her. She turned her head back to give me a smile, and then rolled towards me. I moved a little further to give her space and put my arm under her head. 

"Um-hmm," she agreed, smiling again, maybe a little wryly. Her nipples were light pink - and popped up when she saw me glance at them, no noticeable tan line, or tan – nice white skin. Pat was still facing Rick, and did have a slight tan line on her back from a bikini. Then she rolled on her back in the space Trish had left, just snorting with a smile when she saw me look at her breasts, glancing at Rick, who was also looking at them: larger than Trish's - but we knew that - with darker nipples and generally less pale skin, even where her bikini had been.

I guess I was staring; Pat chuckled and asked: 

"Like what you see?" The others chuckled, Rick with a nod, and I replied: 

"Very. Before I rolled over, I was suddenly wondering about the color of your nipples, couldn't see anything last night, ... just knew they were all very good."

They all snickered, and the girls' nipples tightened. I rubbed Trish's, and then Rick rubbed Pat's. Trish snorted and asked: 

"What did you expect?"

"I don't know, some are more beige than pink."

"One of the Dutch girls?" Pat suggested.

"Hm-umm," Rick replied: "... they were nice and rosy, ... like Trish's."

The girls chuckled and I explained: 

"None I have seen - not too many - but in Hustler some are. I heard that in Playboy they use make-up on them sometimes."

The girls chuckled again, and Rick and I massaged the breasts we were still holding. Pat chuckled again and asked: 

"How late is it, ... or how early?"

Rick turned his wrist up so that he could see his watch and said that it was about half past six, and then asked: 

"Is that early or late?"

"Early, breakfast is at eight."

"And you don't want to give your tentmates much time to quiz you," I commented.

"What are you thinking?" Trish asked, and then smirked.

"Well, we have to pass the time somehow, ... unless someone thinks they can go back to sleep."

We all chuckled - again - and then Pat snickered and suggested: 

We could talk about what we want to see in Venice."

We all snickered at her obviously facetious remark that only emphasized the more obvious alternative, considering how we had spent the night.

Rick moved his hand to Pat's other breast and rubbed her nipple and agreed - just as facetiously: 

"Yeah, I suppose so, but I only know about Saint Mark's and the Doges' palace."

"And the Grand Canal," Trish added, smirking. 

"And the Lido, "Grand Hotel" or whatever it is called," Pat suggested, also smirking.

" 'Hotel des Bains', Trish corrected her, and I liked that she pronounced the French correctly as she added:

"But we're not going there, and certainly not in such a hotel."

We all nodded and were silent for a moment, then Pat snorted again and said: 

"Well, I guess we used up that topic." 

We all snickered again, and Rick and I massaged their breasts, not without effect, and the girls nodded with a soft "um-hmm" of approval. After a few moments of enjoying that, Rick winked at me and said: 

"Well, if no one wants to talk, there is something else we can do ... with our mouths."

We all snorted, sharing grins, and Pat agreed: 

"Yeah, I did think of that," and I saw her hand slip down to Rick's cock, and then Trish's hand found mine as she smiled at me. Rick's and my hand slid down to their pussies, and they opened their thighs. 

Well, that was settled, we were going to do it again, and I guess we all knew that we had been expecting that we would eventually, although no one wanted to suggest it too directly. 

The girls quickly had our cocks aroused - I could see his - and the girls' pussy were responding to what our fingers were doing, when Pat snorted and remarked: 

"I guess this is about when those Dutch girls started fondling each other."

Trish started slightly, and I replied: 

No, earlier; we were still fondling their breasts."

"Rosy nipples," Rick added with a snicker, and then to my surprise said: 

"We always took turns - or they did - just happened the second night, and thereafter."

" 'Took turns'? You mean ...?" Trish asked.

"Yeah," I explained: "... she - the one I was with .... Oh, forget the details, we did, change partners. Kind of a good idea, actually, avoiding the implication that we were couples, ... when we knew we were just ..."

"Like us," Pat interjected, saving me from finding words. 

"Oh!" Trish responded and looked at Rick and asked: 

"And you were thinking ...?"

"Good idea," Pat interjected again, this time saving Rick from finding a reply.

"You want to?" Trish asked, looking at me.

"Not if you don't want to," I replied gallantly.

"I do!" Pat interjected, and then snickered and added: 

"Just to have something to write home about."

We all snickered, almost laughed, and Pat and I exchanged glances. Yeah, I wanted to, too. After a moment, Trish snorted with a nod, grinning wryly and agreed: 

"If you want to."

"You won't be disappointed," Pat remarked and sat up and began to climb over Trish. 

Rick gave me a silly grin, and I added to Pat's comment: 

"Rick won't be either." 

Trish gave me a funny smile and then rolled towards Rick, who was sitting up and beginning to turn around. 

Pat apparently wanted to be on top, straddling my head with her legs, giving me a good view of her pussy as she found my now less aroused cock with her hand. Trish and Rick settled down on their sides, curling up together. I stroked her ass, but then Rick's hand was holding it, and Pat had my cock in her mouth, as I drew her ass down and discovered her pussy with my tongue. Now I was an expert - ten days with Geerta and Marga - and Pat was, too - with whomever - and she knew what and where she wanted to feel it on her pussy, and it sure seemed that I knew how to please her, and there was no question that she wanted me to come in her mouth; she had said as much the night before.

It suddenly occurred to me to wonder who Pat could write home to about what we were doing. Of course, I knew that she hadn't really meant that, but I pushed her hips up a bit and asked - we were in no hurry.

I felt her chuckle on my cock, and then she raised her head, letting him slip from her mouth, and after a moment replied:

"My cousin, ... maybe - hm-hmm - or her brother."

Rick and Trish snickered - as best they could in their position, and then Pat was sucking my cock again, and I enjoying her juicy pussy, that soon became even juicier. 

Oh, that's good! I love the taste of an aroused, spurting pussy! And Pat loved to have a cock come in her mouth! She sucked and caressed him until he couldn't come any more, and then sloshed my come around with apparent delight until she swallowed it, humming with a long, satisfied sounding "Mmmm!" that vibrated on my sensitive cock.

Rick and Trish took longer, but I knew that it could only be just as good for them - if not better, if they could enjoy it longer. Pat rolled off me, fondling my cock and balls with her hand, and we waited for them to have their orgasms. 

They sure did! Pat clutched my balls when we heard the grunts and moans of their climax and felt the jerks of their bodies. We waited for them to recover. I was recalling Pat's comment to Trish, and she must have, too, murmuring after a minute or two: 

"Pat was right," and chuckled.

"He was, too," Rick agreed and gave her pussy a noisy kiss.

I gave Pat's one, and we all snickered, and Pat held my soft cock up and gave it a kiss.

More chuckles, and then we all sat up, looking appreciatively at each other, and then down at our sexes, just the pubic hairs of the girls, but Rick and I now knew what they both concealed.

"Maybe I'd better not write home," Pat remarked with a grin.

"You can decide that in a couple of days, ... or nights," I suggested, liking the opportunity to suggest that we still had two nights together. She snorted slightly with a nod.

Trish had a more serious expression her face after a moment, glancing at Pat, and then asked her: 

"Were you serious about that last night, ... you know, ... done it if I had let you?"

Pat looked a little startled at her question and then snorted and replied: 

"I sure would have been surprised. ... I don't know ... now. ... I might have, last night. Hmm! Yeah, I guess, maybe, if you had said you wanted me to, just said you didn't mind. We were all feeling pretty good and uninhibited."

"Like I did about your sucking my breasts," Trish murmured thoughtfully and then added: 

"Really? ... Hmm! ... I guess it shouldn't make much difference to me, if you know what I mean, ... if you thought that was your thing."

Pat snorted, while Rick and I tried to look non-committal, although I was liking Trish's train of thought. Then she exclaimed softly: 

"But I got to go. Where're my pants and shirt? Can you bring my other things?"

She found them, smiling a little wryly as she pulled her pants over her bare bottom, and just got her shirt on enough to cover herself before leaving the tent as she remarked that she hoped there wasn't a queue. 

Of course, then we all felt that we had to go, not so desperately as Trish, but we also forewent our underwear, Rick and I collecting our towels and toilet kits. Pat snorted as she stuffed hers and Trish's bras and panties into her pockets, and then we set off. Along the way, Pat decided to get their washing gear from their tent, remarking as she left us: 

"Face the questions alone, maybe better after what Trish just said." 

We nodded and returned her wry smile and went on to the washhouse, Rick remarking with a grin: 

"Are we just lucky, or have we developed some kind of team spirit?"

We waited for the girls outside the washhouse and agreed to catch the ferry their group took. After breakfast, we tagged along behind their group - more females than males - wondering if the girls with Pat and Trish were their tentmates, Mary and Jean, and wondered what had been asked and told about us. On the ferry, their group spread around among the other passengers. Pat and Trish found us, followed by the girls we had seen them with, whom they introduced. Pat rolled her eyes, suggesting that they may have had an interesting conversation with them. Jean looked like she was maybe a year or two older, sporty, self-confident, sort of my idea of an Australian girl from the outback who could ride horses and herd sheep. Mary was younger, looked like she could be sixteen, sweet face with chestnut-colored hair, and ... well, big "headlights" - not too big, but so that they couldn't be overseen. Pat and Trish snorted silently when they saw us notice them. They explained that they had full day's program, and we agreed to meet in the evening if we didn't happen to catch the same ferry back. Mary and Jean didn't look too pleased at the implication that they might spend the night with us again, but wished us a good day of sightseeing, and Jean suggested that we would probably see each other around during the day: "Tourists all go to the same places."

She was right. While we found our way around, reading our guide books, we ran into the group several times, sometimes eavesdropping on their guide's description. At the end of the day, we lost track of them, lost our way back to the ferry - easy to happen in Venice. We once discovered that we had gone in a circle. We decided to have dinner in town, skipping the next ferry. Rick thought we shouldn't, but then agreed with my argument that letting the girls wonder where we were would just increase their interest.

When we got back to the campsite, they were looking for us - well, waiting at the bar with their group, but saw us immediately. They accepted our explanation and then suggested that we move off to the end of the terrace, away from their group, snorting with chuckles as we did.

"How did it go this morning?" I asked Pat. She snickered, and Trish then did, too.

"Pretty well. Jean assumed the obvious, but Mary wanted to really know. She can be surprisingly innocently open."

"How old is she? Looks sixteen," Rick interjected. Trish replied: 

"Eighteen - but you're right - except for ..." and she gestured at her breasts with a grin: and sometimes acts like it." We all chuckled, and Pat added: 

"Yeah, when I was alone with Jean, she said that when they went to bed, Mary had asked if she thought we were really 'doing it'. She did, of course. Oh, she said that she didn't seem to be that innocent about that, and said she warned her a bit again about the guys in the group."

"Not so many," I remarked.

"Hm-hmm, not enough to go around," Pat agreed: "... or maybe so that they have to 'go around' more, the problem: their assuming we all want them to. Jean had told us to watch out for the couriers, the guys driving and are in charge. They are nice and helpful, but one doesn't want them to think they can have just anyone they want."

Trish nodded and picked up the conversation: 

"Well, anyway, they - Jean and Mary - suggested that you join us tonight."

"For what?!" Rick blurted.

The girls snorted with grins, obviously understanding his question, and Pat replied: 

"We're not sure, but they offered to buy the wine."

"I guess we can't refuse, ... don't want to, thank you," I responded, getting a nod from Rick. 

"When I was alone with Jean, she seemed more curious about you than I had expected.

"Hmmm! Did she suggested that, since you should be careful of the boys in the group ...?"

Trish and Pat snorted, and Pat replied: 

"Not really."

"But it did occur to us," Trish added with a smirk, Pat nodding with one of her own.

"Our good luck," Rick commented with a smile, but then asked: 

"All of you? ... Did you tell them about the Dutch girls?"

Pat shook her head and then grinned and said: 

"But I thought of them, like you were telling us last night."

"Oh, ... two at a time?" I asked.

She snorted with a slight nod: 

"Well, it occurred to me, when I wondered what they might have in mind."

We all smirked, and Rick suggested: 

"Or two of you will have to ... go off in a corner."

Trish looked like she was blushing at this suggestion, but Pat just chuckled.

"Well, we'll go and take a shower - and shave," I concluded the discussion: "Meet you here or at your tent?"

They told us how to find their tent, and Rick and I drained our glasses and went off, snickering. 

Snickering again, we found the way to their tent, a little relieved that the others were still at the bar and not around to watch us. It was big enough to stand up in, and the girls were all there, of course, welcoming us almost a little formally, maybe nervously. I wondered if it was suggestive that they had spread out all their sleeping bags with their air mattresses closer together than I imagined they would be otherwise. Not to show favourites, Rick and I sat down between Mary and Trish, and Jean and Pat, respectively. A larger bottle of wine was already open - not entirely full - and was passed around. Then Jean and Mary asked us about our travels.

Rick and I took turns telling. When we got to Florence, Pat and Trish glanced at us expectantly, and I told that we had intended to go on to Rome. Of course, that elicited the awaited question about why we hadn't. With a chuckle, Rick told that we had met two Dutch girls. 

"Like here?" Mary asked, looking back and forth at us questioningly, and then added: 

"Oh, I mean, if you didn't go on to Rome, you must have stayed with them. 

The other girls snorted softly with slight smiles, and I replied: 

"Um-hmm, we hitch-hiked with them back to Cologne."

"Oooh, really! Better than going to Rome. 'See Rome and die.' What's that in Italian?"

"I don't know, but ... well, Rome won't go away, but the girls were."

Mary grinned and murmured: 





What Sandy Was Not Told Ch. 01



"Must have been good," adding louder: "And then?"

"We took the train back down here," Rick answered.

"Did you know about them?" she asked, looking over at Pat and Trish.

They nodded and then chuckled, glancing at each other. The bottle had been passed during our telling, and now Trish had a drink and passed it to Pat, giving her a nod. Pat drank and then chuckled again and replied: 

"Yeah, sounded like they had a good time ... - hm-hmm! - especially when they found out that the girls ..."

She didn't finish her sentence. I glanced at Mary, who didn't seem to understand, but a snort from Jean suggested that she did.

"Did what?" Mary asked.

"Probably slept together," Jean answered in a neutral tone. 

"Oh! ... You mean, ... like that?!" and she looked at us again, more surprised than questioningly.

"Um-hmm," I confirmed.

"Oh! ... And that made it ... - what did you say - 'especially' good?! ... I'd have thought ..."

She left her sentence unfinished. The girls all snorted again as Mary looked at us questioningly. Rick picked up the conversation: 

"Um-hmm. More variety."

"And 'variety is the spice of life'," Jean added with a snort and knowing smile. 

While Pat and Trish and Rick and I exchanged glances that seemed to suggest that we were enjoying the way the conversation was going, Mary looked at Jean as though she were beginning to understand. Jean just nodded. 

"Oh, like that, ... all four of you, ... together. Oh! ... Oh, I guess so; a girl at school once asked me in the showers if we wanted to do it together, to each other - we all knew that we all did it to ourselves, ... - hm-hmm! - even back in four-bed rooms. We didn't, but everyone knew that some roommates did, the last two years when we had two-bed rooms, and they sure liked boys. We all did, but they were more ... 'open' about it. All four of you together? ... Hmm! Every which way?"

We all chuckled, Mary more giggling, and I replied: 

"I think so," and took the bottle from Pat and had a swig and passed it to Jean, who drank, while Mary giggled again, apparently now from a greater appreciation of what "every which way" could include. She took the bottle from Jean and had a good drink, and then remarked: 

"Oooh, that must have been good! ... Did you ... uh ... do that, too? You know. ... We never did that, ... he never did that to me."

We all snickered again, and I replied: 

"If you mean what I think, yes. ... But we hadn't done it before, and the girls hadn't either, not to boys."

Jean chuckled loudly, and Pat and Trish looked like they appreciated this admission, while I was thinking that Mary at least knew something about sex and apparently wasn't a virgin.

Whether it was the wine or just her innocent outspokenness, Mary remarked: 

"Oooh, I'd like that!"

There was moment of startled silence. It was now too dark to see the others' expressions, maybe cover for Jean's putting her hand on my thigh as she replied: 

"Don't we all."

Pat and Trish agreed emphatically: "Um-hmm!" 

Jean squeezed my thigh, and I found hers in return, and Pat's, too, hearing her softer "um-hmm" of agreement and one from Trish, and a soft "Oh!" from Mary, and then a muffled giggle and agreeing: "um-hmm."



What Sandy Was Not Told Ch. 02



Well, that settled it, that something was going to happen, and Pat and Trish and Jean obviously understood that there was going to have to be some sharing, doubling up, or girl-on-girl action. Even Mary had understood that and didn't seem think it was a problem; and Jean had taken the initiative of making contact with me. Pat had shown interest, and Trish had admitted that she wasn't entirely adverse to the idea of a girl eating her pussy. 

But at the moment, I was more interested in what Jean's hand was doing, sliding up my thigh and then unhesitatingly slipping down to find my cock and balls. I assumed that Rick was paying proper attention to Mary and hoped that Pat and Trish would understand. As I leaned towards Jean, reaching across to find her head, Pat's hand disappeared, letting me hope I was right.

Jean's face was closer than I expected, and when she felt my hand, she dropped back, drawing me down on the mattress with her other hand and then quickly changing hands on my cock as we embraced and kissed, and I found one of her breasts, firm, aroused nipple, and no bra under her shirt - that I hadn't noticed that? As we straightened out our legs, bumping others, there were snorts, but that only confirmed that the others were doing the same. Hmm, other legs from the side where Pat and Trish had been sitting! Were they kissing, too, or just finding each other's breasts? I heard a giggle from Mary and then a chuckling "um-hmm". Lucky Rick, those nice breasts. 

But Jean's were fine, too, my hand slipping into her shirt, and she was an aggressive kisser, and her hand knew all about men's pants, quickly finding my zipper, and then she snickered when she found that I didn't have on any underpants, although she must have felt that already, but it was nice confirmation to her that we had been hoping the evening would develop that way. The legs moved around, but no one seemed care or notice that they were touching. I heard a surprise "Umm!" from Mary, and heard Pat and Trish murmuring. Well, they weren't kissing, at least at that moment. Jean's hand slipped past my cock and massaged my balls. No question that we were going to do more, even if we had to go back to our tent.

But then Mary whispered loudly:

"Oh shit! I got to go," and giggled, adding: "Not like that."

We all chuckled, and Pat said what most of us probably thought: 

"Good idea," and we agreed with um-hmms. 

"Oh, I didn't want to break up the party.

"No fear," Jean replied: "... I think it is just starting; better now than later."

Oh, good," Mary replied with giggle as she started to get up.

Jean snickered softly as she removed her hand from my pants and attempted to zip them up. I reached down and pushed him in, hoping he wouldn't be caught in the zipper when I had to remove my fingers. She solved that by leaving the last inch or two open and pushing him to the side.

With more chuckles, we trooped out of the tent and hurried to the toilets. I was a bit relieved that there was no one around to see us; the rest of the group either still at the bar - it sounded like it - or already in bed. As we returned, Pat asked me quietly: 

"May we use your tent?"

"If you want to," and she and Trish went off.

"Where're they going?" Mary whispered.

"Our tent."

"Oh."

Jean squeezed my hand with a soft chuckle, and we returned to their tent and took off our shoes. Jean closed it, as I heard Rick and Mary sit down, and then joined me, still standing, her hand sliding around my back as we found each other's mouth. Then she murmured: 

"May as well get ready for bed," and started to undress. 

I did the same, like her, still standing. We heard Mary snicker and then they were also rustling around. Before I could wonder about Mary's apparently easy acceptance of what was going on, Jean was back in my arms: warm naked bodies together, hands exploring up and down as we kissed again. As we sat down and then laid back, it did occur to me that Mary probably wanted to go along with anything that we older three did, and she had started things with her "Oooh, I'd like that!" I was sure Rick wouldn't have forgotten that. What an invitation! That all went through my head much faster than it took words to express. 

Jean and I were kissing again with our hands all over each other, hers soon finding again my aroused cock, and then one of mine leaving her breast and finding her moist pussy, and then my mouth finding that breast - nice stiff nipple. As I was beginning to think that I wanted to suck and lick her pussy - oh, I was thinking it all along, just thinking it was time to - she sat up and started to turn around. "Um-hmm," I agreed and helped her lay back down, she immediately slipping a thigh under my head, the other one raised, as mine slid up under her head. No question: she knew what she liked and wanted - both ways - nodding with my cock in her warm mouth as my tongue acquainted itself with her slippery, aroused pussy.

Oh, I did wonder for a moment what Pat and Trish were doing, either wanting to be alone to do it together - or just Pat to Trish? - or not to do anything and leave us alone. Tomorrow ...? Then I heard Mary murmur: 

"Oooh, yes. Oooh-ooh! ... Should I, too?"

"Only if you want to," Rick murmured. Jean chuckled on my cock.

"I guess I should," Mary replied and giggled softly. Jean nodded with another chuckle as Mary remarked: 

"Nice cock, ... here goes."

Jean and I both chuckled again, and then we forgot about them for a while. We were in no hurry, and Jean knew how to prolong my pleasure, so we were aware of when Rick grunted and then moaned - several times - and then Mary hummed with a loud "uhnnn," that Jean repeated for my enjoyment and to show that she also knew what had happened.

"Oooh, that was a lot!" we heard her exclaim softly, adding: 

"Not so bad, just tastes funny. ... Was it good? Oh, it must have been."

Rick must have just nodded, like Jean did with a snicker, if one can snicker with a cock in one's mouth. Then it seemed like Jean wanted to taste it too, and I sure did, sucking and tonguing her firm, not so little knob, my nose rubbing between her slippery lips. Rick must have been doing about the same; as Jean's thighs began to quiver, we heard Mary's aroused noises, at first more muted sighs and moans, but then louder with gasps, and then she was almost crying - or laughing. It seemed awful loud in the silent night and arousing to hear, but Jean's thighs clamped on my ears, muffling the noise as her pelvis jerked, beginning to flood my face with her pussy juice as my cock twitched and thrust in her mouth, spurting again and again, apparently to her liking, she moaned each time she felt him spurt, gasping in cool air around him as her orgasm continued, and continuing to hold him as her pelvis continued to twitch against my mouth and give me more of her juice. 

Finally, she stilled, letting him slip out a little as she gasped and sighed, and then as she recovered, she licked around his head as we heard Mary exclaim: 

"Oh God, that was good! ... Uhnn! ... I didn't know I could come like that."

Jean let him slip from her mouth with chuckle, nodding on my thigh. I chuckled and nodded on hers in return, and she removed her leg from my head. Then we heard Rick and Mary moving around, and then Mary murmur: 

"Oooh, you've got me all over your face, ... hm-hmm. I can still taste you; you don't mind?"

Obviously, Rick didn't; we heard a moist kiss. I sat up and turned around, embracing Jean, and we kissed without having to clarify that. My thigh slipped between hers, and she made space, inviting me to slide it to her pussy, and then we dozed off.

Eventually it cooled off in the tent, waking us. We rummaged around and got a sleeping bag to cover us, probably stirring the others, who then seemed to do the same as Jean curled up with her back to me, and I found her breast, and we dozed off again.

Then it must have been too warm; I woke up again, lying on my back. For a few moments, I was thinking I was back in the tent with Geerta or Marga, but then remembered. The cover slipped down on Jean's side. Maybe she had just pushed it off her shoulder, and that woke me up. I heard Rick snoring softly and chuckled silently. Jean must have, too, must have woken up; she snorted softly, and then reached back with her hand to find me, touching my hip. She chuckled softly and rolled on her back. 

"Um-hmm," I acknowledged softly. "Awake?" she whispered. "Um-hmm," I repeated, and she chuckled again and let her hand slide over and find my pubic hair, her fingers scratching familiarly. "Um-hmm," I acknowledged again, and she agreed and then whispered: 

"Worked out better than I thought; didn't know how it could."

"Thank Mary ... and Pat and Trish."

"Um-hmm. ... You think they did?"

"Maybe, Pat admitted she was curious, and Trish, that it shouldn't make any difference who did it to her."

"Hm-hmm! I heard that argument when I came out. They're both right, ... the Dutch girls, too."

"Um-hmm, I thought so. They were wondering if that was what you meant with 'helping each other'."

"Hmm! They told you that? ... They were, but I doubt Mary understood."

"But she seems adventurous enough."

"Hm-hmm! Surprised me. ... Hmm! ... But I like this better when I can have one."

Her fingers slipped down and found my cock, that hadn't been entirely unaffected by what her fingers had been doing. I rolled towards her and slid my hand down between her thighs. She chuckled softly, and for a few moments our fingers were doing the talking - and getting response. Then I whispered: 

"You like to ride - your nice strong thighs?"

"Hmm! Um-hmm, not just horses."

"Hm-hmm! Without a saddle?"

"Only."

Jean snorted and rolled towards me, sliding her leg over me as I rolled back, murmuring with her mouth close to mine as she straddled me: 

"Glad you asked," and then we were kissing as she guided him into her pussy. 

For a few moments, we were more kissing than fucking, and then she wanted me to suck her nipples - as if I didn't want to! - first one and then the other, while we just moved a little. From my experience between Florence and Cologne, I knew that she would want to sit up and take charge - do what felt best for her. Anything, everything would feel good for me in the hold of her pussy. She did sit up, with an "uhnn!" as he went deeper and was forced back, and began to rock her pelvis to and fro. I grasped her breasts. After a moment, her hips began to circle. She certainly did like to ride! And knew how! 

Of course, we had forgotten about the others since we had stopped just whispering, but Mary's only slightly muted question reminded us that they were also there: 

"What are they doing?" I guess she could see the silhouette of Jean. Then she giggled and answered herself: 

"Oh, like that!" and giggled again, and then asked more softly, probably to Rick: 

"Is that good?"

Jean snickered out loud, holding still for a moment as she replied: 

"Real good," and snickered again before she added: "Try it."

I snickered and heard Rick chuckle as Mary giggled again. As Jean resumed moving her hips, we heard Mary ask Rick softly: "You want to?" 

We snorted and then forgot about them. Well, I was pretty sure Rick wanted to, but then I forgot about them; Jean was riding so professionally - no, I didn't mean to suggest that, but she knew how to, and knew how to make it better for herself - it couldn't have been much better for me without making me come. I felt her fingers slip down between us and then felt them rubbing, quickly, back and forth and in circles as she moaned in appreciation, and her hips moved nervously, both of us responding with an "uhnn!" when her pussy clutched him.

For a moment, we were distracted by hearing Mary exclaim softly: 

"Uhnn! ... Ooooh! ... Oh! Yeah! That's good! ... Uhn-unnn!"

Jean and I snorted, and I was thankful for the brief pause as Jean held still. I rubbed her nipples, and felt her nod vigorously once with an "um-hmm," and then she started moving again, both her hips and her fingers. Distracting myself, I considered that Mary couldn't be doing it so good for Rick - or for herself - but would certainly learn how to. Then Jean murmured: 

"Sit up and hold my ass."

I did, squeezing her hand between us. She found my mouth with hers, thrusting her tongue in mine and then teasing mine into hers and sucking on it as her arms went around my neck. I felt her fingers moving again - and her pelvis. She sure knew what and how she wanted it, but it was feeling great for me. 

If she had more experience, I was happy to learn from it. 

My hands explored the cheeks of her ass, attracted to slip down between them - um-hmm - feeling the back of her pussy and my cock in it. I'd never done that before. What did she think of it? She released my tongue and loosened her hold around my neck, leaning back and murmuring:

"Suck them."

I did - only one nipple, of course - as her fingers became even more active, now that they had more space to move, and then she murmured: 

"Rub it." 

She did like that my fingers had slipped down there, I thought, and rubbed, but then she almost commanded - louder than a murmur: 

"My asshole."

If she thought that felt good, I thought, and my fingers slid up and found it. She nodded with a confirming "um-hmm." She thought it did feel good, and it felt interesting for my fingers, especially when I felt it tighten - and her pussy contract on my cock. Yes, it must feel good, if that happened. She really did know what she liked and what felt good for her, and that felt good for me, too, having her pussy clutch him. I shifted to her other nipple and sucked nibbled as my fingers - and hers - moved more actively, and her asshole and pussy responded.

"Oooh!" we suddenly heard Mary respond to something they were doing, and then: 

"Oooh! ... If you want to. ... Uhnn! ... Hm-hm-hmm! That feels good!"

I had to think that Rick had responded to Jean's demand: "My asshole," and rubbed hers, and she rocked her hips, moving him in her pussy as I sucked on her nipple. The contractions of her asshole invited my finger to press deeper, and she had no objection. On the contrary, she nodded with an emphatic "um-hmm" as her fingers seemed to be doing everything they could to arouse her. Then her other hand drew me up, making me release her aroused nipple, and both her arms slung around my neck as she demanded: 

"Fuck me!" and began to ride up and down on my cock as she devoured my mouth.

I didn't need any encouragement; my cock wanted to come in her clutching cunt, and her clutching asshole wanted my finger in it, and got it little by little as I helped her ride up and down. As I was about to come, I heard Mary repeat Jean's command in an aroused, almost desperate tone: 

"Fuck me."

I hope Rick did. We sure did: Jean's cunt was trying to milk my cock as her asshole clenched my finger. Not just trying to milk him, he was coming as though he never wanted to again! And Jean was, too, at least as good as I could imagine, her cunt squeezing him and flushing her warm - hot! - love juice past him and down on my balls, more times than he could.

Jean pressed me back, dropping heavily down on me as she stretched her legs back, gasping and sighing loudly, as I held her ass, and she let her head drop down over my shoulder, still gasping, and I was, too.

As we recovered, we became aware of the sounds of Mary's and Rick's exertion, the slap of their hips coming together and then Mary's aroused "fuck, fuck, fuck ...." Then Rick gasped and moaned, and Mary was whimpering as their hips continued to slap together, losing control of her noises, sobbing and moaning out loud. 

Jean and I snorted. I was wondering if it had been that arousing for her - I knew it had been for me. She raised her head and murmured: 

"We did it just as good - if not so loud," and kissed me. 

"Um-hmm," I agreed with a nod as we kissed, and then she moved off me, half way - her thigh still over mine - nodding on my arm under her head with a cheerful sounding "um-hmm." 

Then we had to chuckle again when we heard Mary exclaim:

"Oh, my God! I never came like that before! ... God, it's all wet. Did I do that?" and she giggled, and then we heard them kiss.

"Compliments, Rick," I murmured to Jean, and she nodded with a snort. 

We found our cover and then settled down next to each other. Jean reached down and gave him a friendly massage as she chuckled softly, and then we slept for the rest of the night.

When I awoke, it was just dawning. This time I immediately knew where I was and then recalled the previous evening and night. I tried to change position without disturbing Jean, but as I settled down facing her, she turned her head back and said "Hi" with a mild smile.

"Good morning," I whispered.

"Good morning. Sleep well?"

"Um-hmm, I always sleep well after you know what."

"Hm-hmm! Especially when it was that good."

"Um-hmm," I agreed with a grin and reached over and held her breast.

That reminded me of my question the previous morning and I asked softly: 

"What color are your nipples? I pretty much know everything else."

She snorted and replied: 

"Yeah, kind of funny, not seeing each other," and pushed the cover down.

The nipple that wasn't in my hand popped up in the cooler air, more beige than pink. I warmed it up. Jean smiled with a nod and whispered: 

"We were all wondering what would happen. ... Well, I was, and the others must have been."

"We too, real good." 

As she nodded again with a smirk, Mary remarked in a bright voice: 

"Oh good, you're awake. Good morning."

I saw the movement of her sitting up as we replied, and we sat up as Rick mumbled a sleepy "good morning", still lying beside Mary. I returned the cheerful smile on her younger looking face and then saw ...!

I thought breasts like hers only appeared in artists' paintings: high, widely spaced, full, half orbs with lovely, rosy nipples in the middle, pointing a little to the sides, aroused from the fresh air after being under the cover. For some reason, they seemed quite innocent, just there, not suggesting sex, like the breasts in men's magazines. Jean snorted, apparently having recognized what I was looking at. As Rick sat up and said "good morning" again, I wondered which artists had liked girls like that: French, 18th, 19th century? Rick would know, he had taken an art appreciation course.

Mary turned to him and said: 

"Hi, good morning," and then giggled and looked at us and added: 

"That's the first time I told a boy 'good morning,' ... like this, slept with one all night."

We all chuckled. Mary grinned - perhaps at the recognition that "sleeping with someone" was a euphemism, obviously with a sudden recollection of how she had; her nipples popped out again, and she exclaimed softly: 

"Oh, that was good," and gave Rick a smile, and then giggled and added: 

"Oooh, and that, too. We did that, ... I did that," and she gave us all a self-satisfied smile. 

As we three snickered, she continued: 

"I sort of knew what to expect. I did it to him a couple of times ... before we really did it. Kind of messy in his pants, but then we took everything off. Wow!" 

Her hand swept in a curve, and she joined in our snickering, then adding: 

"Smells and tastes funny," and turned to Rick and asked: 

"Did I do right?"

"You sure did," he assured her, rubbing her back as a pleased smirk passed briefly over her lips. 

I guess I was still looking at Mary's breasts and that Rick noticed. He looked at them, quite obviously - he hadn't seen them before either. Jean chuckled again and said: 

"They are lovely. The rest of are getting a complex about being just normal."




What Sandy Was Not Told Ch. 02



Rick and I nodded with suppressed grins. Mary didn't understand immediately, but then said: 

"Oh, you mean these," and glanced down at them and looked back up at us for confirmation."

When we smiled and nodded, she said: 

"I thought the guys were just being polite - the couple that have seen them. ... Oh, I know they're bigger than some."

"Size isn't everything," I remarked: "... I thought only artists imagined they could be like yours."

Rick nodded and looked at them again as he agreed: 

"I did too. ... Oh, I know: Boucher, 18th century, ... and Fragonard, ... and Courbet, 19th century, ... probably others, but those are the ones I remember, like yours."

Mary's nipples had popped out again at his appreciative comparison, making them look even more perfect, as Rick added: 

"Renoir and Baroque artists, too, but their girls are all a little overweight."

Mary certainly wasn't and grinned at this indirect compliment. Jean snorted and repeated: 

"They really are lovely."

"Yours are too," Mary replied (true enough, if we hadn't had hers for comparison), but she seemed a little embarrassed at all this interest in her breasts, not blushing, but putting her hands over them as she smiled slightly. That didn't upset the image of youthful innocence. On the contrary, her gesture heightened it, suggesting a young and very attractive girl's awareness that she was nude and being observed - delightful!

Ah, I thought, that was what had seemed so innocent about her breasts before, when I had first seen them: her revealing them as though she were completely unaware of them, innocent of any thoughts about their sexual appeal. But Mary wasn't really so innocent, maybe only in her unabashed outspokenness, open curiosity and willingness to say whatever came to mind about sex - also delightful. 

After a moment, she lowered her hands and remarked enthusiastically: 

"Gosh, this is great. ... Hm-hmm! Glad my mother gave me the pill. I guess she knows I do it, but that surprised me, ... and I wasn't thinking I needed them. Good thing I took them anyway."

She chuckled with us as I hoped that Rick had asked her. I had assumed that Jean would have let me know if she didn't. She nodded with a smile and agreed: 

"Yeah, good thing." Mary grinned and then asked Rick: 

"Who were those artists? Really, like me?"

Rick chuckled and replied: 

"Almost. You probably know one of Manet's paintings, a picnic in a park, the nude girl sitting with two men in their clothing."

"Oh yeah. That always surprised me when I've seen it in a book; she seems so unconcerned about sitting with them like that."

"Like us," Jean commented and kicked back the cover. It had become warmer with the sun on the tent.

"Um-hmm," Mary agreed, and did the same:

"... but we're all naked. That makes a difference." 

For a moment, we looked at each other. Jean did have strong thighs, and Mary's legs seemed the proper addition to what we had seen already. The girls didn't hesitate to look down at Rick and me. Rick snorted and agreed: 

"It does. ... Oh, Courbet painted a picture of a woman lying on her back, a view from her thighs - open - to her breasts ..."

"Really! Like that?" Mary asked: "... Hair and everything?!"

"I guess; I don't think it's in any books, just read about it: called 'The Origin of the World'."

"Oh, I guess not. Hm-hmm! 'Origin of the World,' hmm!"

We all chuckled again, and then Mary asked: 

"I wonder what Trish and Pat are doing. ... What they did last night."

"They'll tell us if they want to," Jean replied, sounding like an older sister.

Mary seemed to catch the damper on her curiosity, but still remarked: 

"I hope they didn't go off just to leave us alone."

I wanted to reply that I did too, but remembered Jean's tone. Rick had a better response: 

"Maybe we should go look for them."

"Good idea," Jean agreed.

Rick and I had to crawl around to find our clothes. The girls seem to enjoy watching us when we stood up to get dressed. Mary snickered when she saw that we both didn't put on underpants and asked: 

"Don't American boys wear underpants?"

"Not when we hope that they could get in the way," I replied, She giggled, Jean just chuckling, chuckling again as she stood up and offered: 

"You can look at us too." 

We did, and she looked very good, even turning and raising her hands to her hair. Mary just stood up, smiling almost a little shyly as we enjoyed the view of her in her full glory, really a painter's model. And then we were off.

After a few steps, Rick suggested that we go to the bathroom first, and I suggested with a snicker that we wash a little. He snorted and replied: 

"You think so? Good idea." 

On the way to our tent, we both chuckled and Rick said: 

"This is going to be interesting."

We scratched on the tent before we opened it. The girls looked up at us with smiles as we crawled into the tent. They were both naked, apparently having kicked back the sleeping bag they had used as a cover. We hadn't left them the way we had used them night before, so it was obvious that they had decided to share a larger bed.

"Another picture by Courbet," Rick murmured as Pat said: 

"Glad you came first. We were wondering how we should get back to our tent, ... whenever. Didn't want to ..., well, it could have been interesting to walk in on you four."

"Oh, we would have been terribly embarrassed, naked in the presence of two girls in clothes," I replied facetiously.

We all chuckled and Pat replied - equally facetiously: 

"I bet, .... like us now," and covered herself with her hands. Rick replied, also facetiously: 

"Oh, sorry. We won't look while you get dressed."

"I've got a better idea," she replied with a smirk and took her hands away.

Trish had just snickered, her nipples aroused, and now nodded in agreement. As Rick and I took off our shoes - feet still outside the tent - she asked: 

"What was that about a picture." With a snort, Rick explained: 

We had been talking about artists who painted girls with figures like Mary's ..." 

The girls nodded and chuckled. 

"and one was Courbet, who also painted a picture of two girls sleeping together, ... well, more suggestively, their legs overlapping."

The girls snorted, and their nipples popped up. Trish rubbed hers as Pat replied: 

"Really? Like that?" and then she smirked and put her leg over Trish's.

"Um-hmm," Rick agreed as we started to take off our shirts. 

Trish looked embarrassed at what Pat had done, but didn't do anything to suggest that she remove her leg. We took off our pants, and they chuckled when they saw that we didn't have any underpants, and then we were sitting beside them in the space they had made for us by moving closer together. 

Pat rubbed Trish's calf with her foot, who looked a little uncomfortable at this familiarity. Pat looked over at her questioningly, rubbing her calf again, and then with a resigned expression and a snort, Trish nodded and murmured: 

"I guess so."

Pat gave her a brief smile of thanks and said softly: 

"She let me do it."

"Good," Trish add, now looking relieved that the secret was out, managing a smile at Rick and me.

Pat reached over and held her breast. Trish snorted again, glancing at her, and then took a deeper breath and murmured: 

So I did too, ... to be fair," again looking relieved that she had managed to admit it.

Pat nodded with a smile as her fingers massaged Trish's breast and confirmed: 

"Real good." Trish nodded with a snort.

"I like that," I murmured, and Rick nodded.

"We know why," Pat agreed, changing the meaning of what I had said, but Trish nodded with another snort, and then took the initiative: 

"So we both did it again ... later."

Pat snorted with a nod, and another nod as Trish reached over and found her breast.

"I like that," Risk said it this time, and we all smiled in agreement. Then Pat snorted and said: 

"But since you're here ..." and smirked.

I snickered with a grin and replied: 

"If it was 'real good', we could do it like the Dutch girls suggested.

Pat must have been paying better attention at the time, maybe already more receptive to the idea of girls doing it; she snorted with a wink. Trish asked: 

"How was that?" and glanced back and forth from me to Rick questioningly. 

"They were doing it and asked us to ... join in."

"Oh, yeah," she replied, apparently remembering, and then looked over at Pat, who nodded slightly, and asked softly: 

"You want to do that?"

"Why not? ... Must be good - a ... man, and that, too."

Trish snickered with a nod and an expression that suggested that she had only wanted confirmation of Pat's agreement, and we all chuckled as we exchanged smiles.

"It will be good, better - without rubbers," I remarked, and the girls chuckled again. Pat sat up and began to turn around.

"You better help us first," Rick suggested. They both glanced at the nearest cock, obviously not ready for what we were talking about, and looked up at us. I answered the question in their eyes: 

"No, we haven't done it this morning, but we did wash."

They snickered and reached for our cocks, moving around to find them with their mouths. 

"Hmm! This too," Trish remarked cheerfully as Pat was saying: 

"That wouldn't have mattered; we know how it tastes."

Then they were arousing us, obviously enjoying it as much as we were. When Pat thought that "her" cock was sufficiently aroused, she raised her head and remarked with a chuckle: 

"Now 'every which way', to quote Mary," and began to turn around towards Trish, who let "her" cock slip for her mouth with a chuckle as she mirrored Pat's movement. 

They curled up with their heads between each other's thighs. Rick and I quickly lay down behind them. Yes, much better without a rubber, her tongue - now the other one's tongue - finding him, caressing him for a few moments and then helping him find her girlfriend's pussy. Mmmm!

It was like with Geerta and Marga, of course, but really better, without a rubber, and when I intentionally let him slip out, enjoying her sucking on him for a few moments before she guided him back into that nice warm, slippery pussy, that gave him a welcoming squeeze as I squeezed its owner's breast.

Then it was as good as it could be. ... Enough said.

Oh, it was a little different at the end, after we had recovered. When my cock slipped out, she licked it again, and then I heard her lapping at the pussy with a chuckle, and then she murmured: 

"Come and pussy - hm-hmm - really 'every which way'."

"Um-hmm," the other agreed.

We all chuckled and began to get sit up. We looked at each other with pleased smiles. I snickered, and the others did, almost in anticipation of what I was about to say: 

"I want to kiss such good cock-sucking, cunt-licking mouths."

The girls started at my four-letter expressions, but then laughed, one glancing at Rick as the other offered me her mouth for a good kiss while the others kissed. Was it the taste of mine or Rick's come? It didn't matter, since we then kissed the other girl, but by then there wasn't much to taste.

We all chuckled again, and then began to get dressed. As Rick and I found our wash gear, Pat asked: 

"I wonder what Jean and Mary having been doing."

"Wondering about us ... for sure. Mary asked the same question about you," I replied.

"I can imagine," she replied with a snort. Rick added:

"Jean said they'd find out if you wanted to tell."

"Hmm?" 

"She told me - more or less - that that is what she meant with 'help each other'," I added.

"Hmm! And Mary?"

"Seemed curious. ... Oh, she had heard about the Dutch girls, and, ... well curious about anything, kind of proud that she had done it to Rick. She asked him this morning if she had done it right."

The girls laughed, glancing at him. He nodded with a grin, adding: 

"After she had told how she knew about what to expect."

They laughed again, and Trish remarked: 

"Maybe it's good that she has such understanding tentmates."

"Enjoy yourselves," I commented.

We all chuckled and then set off, the girls back to their tent, Rick and I to the washhouse.

We all met on the ferry again, of course. Like with Geerta and Marga that morning at breakfast in the hotel, we put on a show of just meeting, containing our chuckles. Mary even contained herself, except for her bright eyes and those couldn't-be-overseen breasts, that we could now envision just too well. They told us that they were going to Murano to a glassmaker in the afternoon, which sounded like a good idea for us, too, so we found out when they would be going, just after lunch. After that, their group had free time with no arrangements for dinner. When Jean mentioned that, we all snorted with smiles, tacitly confirming our agreement to spend the afternoon and evening together. She seemed to be the one who kept track of their itinerary.

We found out where to catch a boat to Murano and then spent the morning sightseeing. We had lunch and then caught the boat, an earlier one than their group came with. Since it was a free demonstration of glassblowing, we could join their group, which was interesting. Then, of course, we had to go through the salesroom. After that, the group broke up, most of them going back to Venice; some wanted to go to the beach on the Lido. We wandered around Murano, saw a church with paintings by the famous artists, Tintoretto, Bellini. While I was wandering around alone with Pat, I asked if she had told them. She shook her head with a smirk and replied: 

"They didn't ask, just smirked, probably because it was obvious that we must have been doing something, since Trish and I didn't return to our tent as soon as we could have."

I snorted with a nod, and she glanced around to see that we were still alone, then looked up at one of the large paintings as though she were interested in it and snorted: 

"They were still lying around naked - warm enough in the tent - ... hm-hmm! ... and smelled like ... , well, you know." 

We both snickered, and she glanced around again as we moved on to another painting, whispering: 

"Rick was right about her knockers; I remembered those pictures after he mentioned that."

We chuckled, and I remarked: 

"Yeah. Jean told her they were really lovely, and then said that you all were getting a complex about being just normal."

Pat chuckled with a grin, and I added: 

"Her nipples are more beige."

"Jean's, I know; Mary's are nice and rosy, just right for a painting." 

We chuckled again, not missed by Mary as the others joined us, who asked: 

"Didn't sound like you were talking about religious paintings."

"We weren't," Pat agreed with a snort: ... at least, not about religious ones."

"I was telling her about our art appreciation discussion this morning."

The others chuckled, and Jean remarked: 

"Maybe we should get out of here before I have to go to confession; I'm supposed to be Catholic."

Chuckling again, we did.

I don't know about the others, but Jean's remark suggested to me that we think about doing things one would have to confess, at least, it was an indirect reference to such. Whatever they had thought, no one suggest we look at anything else on the island, and we walked back to the ferry pier, hurrying when we saw one approaching. 

On the boat, Jean told us that they were going to leave very early the next morning. That also seemed to be a suggestion: time allocation until then; that it would probably be best if Rick and I didn't stay till dawn - didn't seem to be any question that we would not spend the evening together - and if we did that, that maybe we shouldn't wait till dark to "start the evening." I suggest that we have something to eat "before we go back," which I thought was a clever way of implying that then the "evening" could start. Again, I don't know if the others had the same idea, but everyone agreed, and Rick said that we would treat them.

"All of us? Really? That would be nice, thank you," Mary responded. 

"Really? You want to? For all of us? We can share." Jean replied. 

She was right, Venice was expensive, but I nodded to Rick and then snorted and explained: 

"All of you; we've been saving on our budget for rubbers."

The girls and Rick snorted and chuckled with smiles, and I liked my even less indirect reference to the "evening." Trish snorted again and said: 

"Really, that much? You said the Dutch girls needed them."

"They had their own, we shared," Rick replied, and everyone chuckled again. 

That seemed to settle that we all knew what was going to happen, if there had been any question, but we probably all knew that leading up to the obvious can go faster with a prologue: not waiting till the bottle was empty, till it got dark to start playing around. 

We decided which stop to get off, the one closest to where we could catch the boat to the campsite, and did, finding a restaurant. We just had one course and a glass of beer - expensive enough - but the company was good, and the conversation spiced with innuendos. It was only late afternoon when we arrived back at the campsite. Mary's suggestion that she had to go to the bathroom was agreed to by all. On the way, Pat's comment that Mary hadn't trained on beer like all Aussie girls had, was received with chuckles, but that only suggested that we all knew we wanted to get that out of the way.

Back at their tent, chuckling again - each of us probably a little uncertain how we were going to proceed - Jean opened the tent and we all took off our shoes and stepped in. Someone, probably Jean, suggested that we shouldn't leave them all outside the tent, giving rise to snickers - not just chuckles - as we recognized her reasoning. Two pairs were left outside, then Jean closed the screen curtains.

It was very warm in the tent from being closed all day in the sun. 

"Geez, it's warm in here," Mary remarked and pulled her shirt out of her pants.

"Um-hmm," we all agreed, doing the same as we stood around.

"Too warm to wear much," Pat added, and glanced around for confirmation as she started to open her pants. We all had on long pants, following the guidebook instructions for visiting churches. There were snorts of appreciation for her not too subtle suggestion that we take off our clothes as we started to remove our pants. When we all had, still standing around looking at each other. Rick's and my shirts covered our underpants, as did Jean's, but the others' didn't.

"Shirts too?" Mary asked, obviously thinking about taking off more, as though we all weren't, but her question was a nice catalyser. 

"If you're that warm," Jean replied with a chuckle. Apparently, we all were, unbuttoning them or pulling them over our heads. Again we looked at each other with snorts, snorting again, waiting for the next, penultimate catalyser. Rick snorted again and with a grin remarked: 

"Glad I don't have to wear a bra, must be uncomfortable."

The girls almost laughed out loud and accepted his invitation, reaching back to unhook them. Mary grinned and asked: 

"Want to see them again?" We did, and got to see them, and the others', all of us looking with chuckles. 

"Mary's give me a complex," Pat remarked with a smirk and covered her breasts.

"They told you that?" Mary asked, sounding upset, but grinned and shook her shoulders. 

They hardly moved, but we all smiled with another snort. Then Jean snorted and said: 

"Jockey shorts must be just as uncomfortable."

The girls snickered, and I replied: 

"Oh, they are," and Rick and I began to take them off as I thought to add: 

"... especially sometimes."

"Hm-hmm! Um-hmm!" the girls agreed when our not so flaccid cocks appeared, and then they took off their underpants. Trish and Jean unconsciously fluffed up their pubic hair, more than Pat's. Mary's was the least, also an artist's ideal there, too.




What Sandy Was Not Told Ch. 02



We all grinned at each other. We sure had managed that well, I thought, but what were we going to do? What to whom?" There was a very pregnant pause - very, but not long.

"Whose idea was this?" Trish asked with a snort to fill the vacuum. 

"Pat's,"

"And Jean's," 

"And Rick's,"

"And Jean's,"

"Not mine, apparently," I added, grinning: "... I am entirely innocent. Hm-hmm! Almost as innocent as Mary; she just asked if she should take her shirt off."

"I wanted to," she replied with a grin and snickered: "... the rest, too."

"And we wanted you to, too," Pat commented with a smile: "... we all wanted to, apparently."

"Um-hmmm!" we all agreed emphatically.

"So what are we going to do?" Mary asked. We all snickered. 

"Good question. What would you like to do?" Jean asked in a more even tone than our snickers suggested. We were all silent for a moment, Mary looking like she had been put on the spot by Jean's direct question, but that only made her appear more innocent, as though she didn't know anything about it. But she did; still looking a little bashful, she answered: 

"Me? ... I want to do that again. ... Should I say it? ... I want to suck another ... cock." 

A bit flustered by her admission, she added quickly: 

"You all have more ..." and she glanced at the other girls, who only nodded slightly.

"Good idea," I agreed: "... and you're lucky; I just happen to have one."

Mary giggled with a grin, apparently relieved at my jocular response, and the others then did chuckle, nodding approvingly. But then Mary looked more serious and said: 

"I want to do it ... 'right side up,' - that funny place. I remembered that this morning; he really liked me to rub him there. That must be especially good."

The others tried to suppress their chuckles as I nodded and agreed: 

"It sure is, ... it sure will be."

She gave me a smile for this and then murmured: 

"I want to see it, too."

"I hope it's light enough in here," Jean remarked.

Mary just nodded, looking at my cock, that was becoming aroused in anticipation. I made it twitch, and she snorted slightly and took a step closer, her hand involuntarily reaching out as she asked softly: 

"Just here, like this?" and then asked the others: "What are you going to do?"

She dropped to her knees, apparently not disturbed if the others just wanted to watch. Her hand found him, now quite aroused, and the fingers of her other hand found my balls, still nice and loose. She looked at him as her fingers explored, moving my balls and raising him up so that she could see that "funny place," as I heard Jean say:

"Good idea, I want another cock, too. If you both haven't, your own fault."

She dropped down on her knees in front of Rick.

"And us? Pat asked.

"Whatever you want. No questions asked. ... Hmm! ... If you want, four to choose from - well, I guess just three."

It took me a moment to understand that Jean was referring to four pussies and assuming that Pat and Trish had done it together, perhaps because I was more appreciating what Mary was doing, curiously watching her fingers explore, and feeling them. She didn't have to raise him up now to see that funny place.

"You want to?" I heard Trish or Pat murmur. 

"She knows we've done it." 

"Guess so."

"She'd like it."

"She'd be surprised."

"Pleasantly."

"Um-hmm."



What Sandy Was Not Told Ch. 03



"Can I suck your balls?" Mary asked softly without looking up at me.

"Mmmm! Please," I replied as I saw that Jean already had Rick's cock in her mouth, and saw Pat move behind her, hesitating a moment and then lying on her back. Jean understood immediately and spread her legs, letting Pat move between them. Rick gave me a glance and began to drop to his knees, letting Jean kneel lower. 

Mary had sucked one of my balls into her mouth and was massaging it with her tongue, humming, and I moaned in response to the nice vibration as I saw Trish behind Mary, watching what Pat had done and then doing the same. Mary was surprised, releasing my ball and looking down between her legs when she felt Trish between her calves and then her hands on her ass. 

"You want to do that?" she asked, but was already making space between her knees for Trish, and we both followed her urging Mary to lower her hips. As I dropped to my knees, Mary murmured: 

"Oh, this is going to be good," and then her lips slipped around my cock, and she moaned as Trish found her pussy, and continued occasionally to moan as her tongue discovered the funny place, apparently enjoying it, and I sure was, also the way her fingers were fondling my balls. I reached down and found Mary's breasts - firm and round, her stiff nipples caught between my fingers.

Then there was nothing to do but enjoy it, what Mary was doing, of course, and her response to what I could hear Trish was doing, and watching Jean and Pat, whose fingers seemed to be competing with Rick's to fondle Jean's nipples. For a moment, my hand left Mary's breast and urged her to move her head on him. She nodded and then didn't need any more encouragement, eagerly bobbing her head, experimenting with how deep she could take him, but then holding still with a shiver and gasp when Trish distracted her, which happened often enough to keep me from coming as soon as I might have otherwise. 

When I remembered to look, it seemed that the situation was about the same for the other three. Jean had made a good suggestion, and Pat and Trish had picked the best alternative.

Then Mary was becoming more aroused, almost biting me when Trish did something good - no, better! But that was arousing for me, too, not so much her biting as the infectious recognition that she was so aroused. My hips began to move, and she held him with one hand to keep him from going too deep as my movement took over from that of her head. 

"Tighter," I murmured.

She understood, not just holding him tighter but also sucking and licking more vigorously, understood that I wanted to come, moving her hand on him - or me moving him in her firm grasp. Maybe Trish understood, too; there were no more interruptions in Mary's attention, also clutching my tight scrotum. 

I began to moan, wanting to come, but also wanting to prolong the exquisite sensations Mary was giving me, obviously aware of how aroused she was making me, trying to do everything she could to make me come, wanting me to, wanting me to come in her mouth. 

I did! Again and again spurting in her eager mouth, and she wanted it, receiving them with aroused moans of her own until I had to hold her head still. She drew it back and little and let me feel her tongue moving, not so much on him as moving the creamy liquid around in her mouth. A "born cocksucker" I thought as I enjoyed the sensation, but didn't like the expression in reference to Mary.

Then she must have swallowed; she let him slip from between her lips and smiled up at me. I returned her smile with an appreciative "Mmmm." She nodded, but then started with an "Oooh!" - her eyes widening and then closing as her expression changed.

Suddenly it occurred to me that Trish could probably see that Mary had released him. For sure, she had started again, and girls knew what was best for each other, but Pat and Trish weren't getting any ... Mary was still holding my cock, but it didn't look like she was aware of it any more - and it wasn't much to hold by then. Her expression clearly said that she was only aware of what Trish was doing in her pussy.

Pat was nearer than Trish. Mary let go of my cock as I move away, glancing at me and then glancing down at the top of Trish's head between her thighs. As I got between Pat's thighs - already drawn up - I heard an emphatic "uhnn" of recognition, and she let her thighs flop open.

Nice pussy, this was going to be good, I thought as I stretched out, looking at it as I moved closer, nice pussy, already a little aroused. Didn't I get an erection when I was eating a pussy? Of course, it was also arousing for girls. Just before I made contact, it occurred to me that Jean might be trying to let Rick hold off so that they could come at the same time; she had enough experience to do that, but maybe now she would let him come first so that he could do it to Trish.

As thoughts, not so many words were necessary, only taking a second or two before I had my mouth on Pat's pussy. 

"Uhnn!" I heard again, and she rocked her pelvis up. If it wasn't before, it had become aroused in anticipation when she recognized what I wanted to do, my tongue sliding up between her lips and discovering that they were already nice and slippery.

No more juicy details - no, one later. Jean did make Rick come, and he did attend to Trish, and then Mary and Jean gave themselves up to their own orgasms - someone shushed Mary. They flopped down, freeing Pat's and Trish's heads and letting them draw their thighs up, rocking their hips up to give us more access, and we used it.

Remembering how Geerta had eaten Marga, I slipped one and then two fingers into Pat's slippery hole, much to her delight. As my thumb rubbed below it, I recalled Jean's wanting me to rub her asshole, and did that, too. Pat was surprised, responding with a surprised "Oooh!" when she first felt it, but after a second or two, she added an aroused "Uhn-hnnn!" and then she was starting to lose all control, gasping as her thighs twitch, and then muffling her mouth with her wrist as she came with spasms.

I was very pleased with my success - and did have another erection. As I looked up while Pat was recovering, I saw that Trish was also just lying there and breathing deeply. I had completely forgotten about them in my concentration on Pat, overheard any noises, but it looked like she had also gotten what she deserved.

Jean and Mary had long since recovered and were sitting up, apparently had been watching us, and seemed impress, Mary, at least, who mouthed a just audible "Wow!" Jean's snort and nod suggest that she agreed.

"God, that was good!" Pat murmured, and took a couple of more deep breaths. Then she snorted and asked: 

"Where did you learn that? From the Dutch girls."

"Um-hmm. One showed us. ... Well, she was doing it, I just saw her doing it."

"To the other one? ... Of course."

"And the other, from Jean, my thumb."

Jean looked amused. She couldn't have seen that, but understood. Pat snorted again, and then glanced over at her with another snort and smiled and said: 

"Thanks, ... - Hm-hmm! - I'll remember."

"What?" Mary asked.

Pat and I sat up, and then Rick and Trish did, also looking a little curious after Mary's question. But then she seemed find the answer by herself and murmured: 

"Oh, that? With your thumb? ... Hmm! Like Jean said last night? We heard that. Um-hmm, then Rick did, too. That sure was a surprise, but then good."

Rick chuckled, but Trish seemed even more curious then and asked: 

"What?"

The rest of us glanced at each to see if anyone wanted to tell her. After a moment, Rick - perhaps as her most recent partner responsible for intimate details - explained: 

"Jean asked him to rub her asshole. ... I should have done that, too, ... now. Apparently Pat also liked it."

"Oh," Trish replied, looking surprised.

"I do, too," Mary volunteered, with a pleased expression, as though she were proud she was among the more experienced. Trish just snorted with a wry smile.

There was a pause in the conversation. I suddenly saw Mary with fresh eyes, seeing her again like the first time I had seen her lovely breasts, recognizing now that they seemed to swell out past the sides of her ribcage. Yes, they did, slightly; I remembered feeling that when I had slid my hands down to hold them. I don't expect that my looking at her was the reason for her changing the subject, but she did: 

"Well, I guess I don't have to ask what you did last night," glancing at Trish and Pat.

"Nope," Pat replied with grin.

"Or what you did this morning?" 

Pat snickered. After a moment, I snorted and said:

" 'Every which way', ... all at once."

Trish and Pat chuckled, while Mary looked disbelieving and said: 

" 'All at once'? You can't do that," and looked at us all questioningly.

Jean snorted and replied: 

"I don't think so either, ... not really 'every which way', - Hm-hmm! - but maybe a couple of them 'all at once'."

"How?"

Jean looked at us, as though to suggest that one of us explain, and Pat and Trish looked at each other with raised eyebrows and then looked at Rick and me with slight nods. Rick also looked at me, as though he thought I should be the one; I had started the question.

"Jean's right. They did it together, and Rick and I joined in ... from behind."

"Oh. ... Like that!" and her face lit up: 

"... Yeah, that would be good! ... Whose idea was that?"

"It was. The Dutch girls'," Pat replied as Trish nodded with snort.

"Oooh, I want to do that."

After we all chuckled heartily, Jean remarked: 

"Maybe later. ... Anyone want anything to drink? I guess the wine will be pretty warm, unless someone wants to get dressed and fetch something cold."

No one did, of course, but Mary remarked: 

"Pity this isn't a nudist colony, then we all could just go to the bar. ... Well, I guess that's what it's like at one."

We all chuckled with nods. As Jean found the bottle and opened it, Mary continued:

"I wonder what it's like at one. I like being naked ... like this with you all."

"I didn't get that impression the first couple of days," Trish commented.

"Oh, ... I guess not. Yeah, we all were pretty private, turning away to change clothes.

"Until Jean didn't," Pat continued: "... had to turn around to find her bra. Of course, we all had seen girls at school - or elsewhere. So after that, we didn't worry about tops, just a little about bottoms."

"Till last night," Mary added with a grin.

The wine was warm, so we just sipped at it. As we passed the bottle around, Mary suddenly remarked: 

"Oh! I forgot that." When we looked at her, she continued: 

"When I was little, I always played with my cousin naked, ... when it was warm enough, in the garden. ... Funny, that I didn't think of that till now."

"How did that start," someone asked.

"Oh, I don't know, we just did it. I can't remember when it started, maybe when we were still in diapers. I can remember our mothers - sisters - reminding us to take them off when we went out to play, maybe so they wouldn't get dirty. It just seemed normal, and later we did it sort of automatically: go out to play, take off our clothes first. We didn't think anything about it."

"And when did you stop?" Trish asked.

"Oh? ... when we were eleven. Francis and I were just about the same age."

"Francis or Frances?" Jean asked.

"Oh, Francis, my cousin is a boy. ... I didn't mention that. ... Hmm? Maybe our mothers wanted us to see what the other sex looked like; we didn't have any siblings.

"One reason," Jean agreed: "and why you might have stopped at that age."

"Um-hmm. Yeah, towards the end of that summer - we only did it in the summer - Mother told me that we were too big to play like that any more - naked, we didn't do anything - and I guess his told him, too, so we just didn't the last few days of that summer. ... Oh! Maybe Mother saw that his little thing - I didn't have a word for it - was stiff. That had happened lots of times, even when we were small. We didn't think anything about it. It wasn't much, either, just stood out and then didn't."

We nodded, liking her story as the bottle passed. After Mary had had a sip, she looked up and exclaimed softly: 

"Oh gosh! I forgot all about that! A couple of years later they moved to the Continent; his father was a banker. Can't remember when we last saw them. ... Hm-hmm! Maybe just as well."

"Why? Forgot what?" someone else asked.

There followed a comparison of our prepubescent experiences. We shared nods and smirks, except for Trish, who didn't have any siblings, nor apparently childhood friends to see naked. When she complained disappointedly, Pat replied: 

"Oh, I don't think you really missed out on anything.".

"Not since we got here, that's for sure," Trish replied with a snort, smiling, and then added: "'every which way'."

We nodded with chuckles. The bottle had returned to Mary, and she reached for it and took a sip, tilting it up well past the horizontal. Even with the larger bottle and taking sips, with the six of us drinking, it was almost empty. Then she looked up - or down, she'd had her head tilted back - and asked in cheerful voice: 

"Is it 'later' now?"

The contrast of her apparently harmless question and her tone with what we knew she was referring to made us almost laugh, and she joined in and then murmured: 

"Well, someone had to say something."

"At least more subtle than last time," Jean remarked and asked: "Is it?"

"It must be; the sun is setting," Pat replied, and smirked. Mary looked hopefully around at us.

"Can't deny that," Rick agreed and just happened to reach down and move his sack like I would have if I felt that it was sticking to my thigh. We were all sitting cross-legged.

"In a while, it will be later. But I guess compared with 'earlier', it is 'later' now, ... if that is what you wanted to know," Trish added her comment, but then also smirking, and also apparently by chance rubbing her fingers on the inside of one thigh, rubbing them up closer to her pussy. 

"Well, then it must be later, don't you ... agree, Jean?" I suggested. 

I had hesitated, changing from "think" to "agree, since we were really talking about agreeing to do something. Mary almost grinned; we all had found indirect ways to answer her question positively. Jean smirked and chuckled, even slid her hand up her thigh and let her fingers play in her hair. More in response to seeing her do that than to a felt need, I reached down and moved my cock aside with my thumb as my fingers moved my sack like Rick had done. As I was doing that, Jean replied: 

"If everyone thinks so, it must be 'later'. Later for what?"

We nodded with chuckles, Mary too, with a grin that faded before she replied a little softly: 

"You know, ... what they did this morning."

"Oh, that," Jean replied facetiously, but then changed her tone as she agreed enthusiastically: 

"That's a good idea," and smiled, and then asked: "With anyone in particular?"

"Well, the boys, of course, ... and well, ... Pat and Trish have already done it, so I guess with you again, if you want to."

"I do," Jean replied immediately: "... been wanting to since I heard about."

They smiled at each other, but Mary must have caught our surprise at her "with you again". 

"Oh, we didn't tell you that. We did it this morning. She was telling me about what they did when she came east. Well, I asked her, wondering about Pat and Trish and what she had said about helping each other. Hmm! They did. There were just three girls in the tent, and they did it in a triangle - no one left out. So then, when it seemed that you weren't coming back so soon, and probably wouldn't for a while, well, we did it. I was thinking I would like it."

Jean just nodded. Trish, who had been more hesitant about it, but then found out that she liked it and could admit it, replied quietly: 

"I was too, but it took a while to realize it. ... Good thing now, I guess, if we're going to be left out."

"Not if we can help it," I said: "... don't know how well we can coordinate everything, but we'll try."

Rick nodded as the Pat and Trish and Jean snorted. After a moment, Mary grinned and said: 

"Oh, like that, to them while ... That really is about 'every which way'. Hmm! Really, if we do it to you a little."

With chuckles, we moved around, Jean and Mary finding each other. Obviously, Pat and Trish helped us get aroused, and we, them, and then from our experience with Geerta and Marga, Rick and I chose to move behind the girl we hadn't slept with. Pat and Trish seemed to have the same idea. I had eaten Pat before, so she joined Rick, and Trish crawled around with her ass behind Mary's head. 

Then Jean and Mary were helping our cocks find the other's pussy, not without Mary's "doing it to you a little", but then Jean guided mine into Mary's pussy. Oooh, the tightest of the four! And then Trish raised her thigh, and I drew her hips closer and found her pussy. Nice, having her thigh for a pillow. I had to draw her a little further, so that I could move and press him as far as possible into Mary's pussy. 

And then it was all as good as Mary and Jean could have imagined, and Trish and Pat got theirs too. At one point, I wondered if I should hold Mary's or Trish's breast, but found Jean's hand on Mary's, so Trish got all the attention I could give her. Mary's tight pussy could squeeze even tighter, and Jean knew how to make it do that, and how to massage my balls.

Pat's and Trish's orgasms couldn't have been as good as Mary's and Jean's, but Trish's must have been very good from the way she flushed pussy juice in my face. Mine couldn't have been better, not the way Mary's pussy was clutching him as she had hers.

We all relaxed and slowly recovered. Hands moved around, finding breasts, taking them from someone else's hand to fondle; rubbing asses. When Rick rubbed mine, I slid my hand up from Jean's breast and over her hip and rubbed his in return. Then Trish snickered, and I felt her move her arm, and then felt Mary snort, and then Rick chuckled. Then I was very surprised to feel his hand slip down between Mary and me. Was that what Trish had done? It must have been to make him chuckle, must have found his cock. Did he want to do that? Jean snorted. He did! I returned his chuckle despite my greater surprise.

If he wanted to, I could - and did, finding Trish's arm and following it down behind Jean's ass, and found her hand on his cock. With another snicker, she slipped her fingers from under mine, and Rick chuckled warmly as he moved his fingers on me, and I did on him. If the girls could do it, why not? All of us chuckled warmly as I thought: of course the girls liked the idea, all of them having demonstrated that they enjoyed doing it to each other. Rick didn't seem to be just kidding, his fingers held my cock more confidently - nice, whoever's fingers, and nice, whoever's cock - as mine held his.

"Um-hmm," he confirmed, just before I agreed, and the girls did too, Mary nodding. 

Maybe Pat hadn't immediately understood what was going on, but I guess the sequence of chuckles and um-hmms gave the right idea; her hand slipped down next to Rick's and she chuckled with an "um-hmm" as her fingers joined his, holding them around my cock. 

We squeezed each other and then removed our hands and rolled on our backs, my head still resting on Trish's thigh. Tactfully, no one made a comment or snorted - even a general one about its all having been good, but we all knew that. Not even Mary. But after a few moments, she was the first one to say something: 

"I got to go again," but she didn't move.

"I do too," Trish agreed and began to sit up, tousling my hair before she removed my pillow.

"The power of suggestion: I do too," Rick remarked.




What Sandy Was Not Told Ch. 03



He was right, we all then felt like it was a good idea, sitting up. It was so dark that Jean had to find a flashlight - "torch" she called it - so that we could find our clothes. Then we did chuckle at finding each other's difference items spread around. Tacitly, we seemed to agree to put on all our underwear, letting me wonder if maybe that had been the final act. As we put on our shoes, Mary remarked: 

"I really got to go now. I guess as long as you're doing that, you don't feel like you have to."

"Something like that; me too," I agreed, and then we were all leaving the tent, Mary rushing off first, the rest of us slipping out more discreetly, but their neighbors were apparently all at the bar; it sounded like it.

On the way, Pat chuckled and said: 

"We better wash our faces."

"At least!" Jean agreed with a chuckle.

"I'll tell Mary," Trish enjoined, and then with chuckles we went our ways.

Face washing was easy, but without a towel ... A wipe in a toilet with a wet and then a dry paper towel from the washbasin had to do. Mary was the last to return, snickering as she explained: 

"I had to go back, ... after Jean told me to use paper towels."

"Us, too," Trish remarked before anyone could chuckle.

"Let's have a beer," Jean suggested: "It's my shout."

A cold beer sounded like a very good idea, and Rick and I - and the others - nodded, but I guess Jean recognized from our expressions that we didn't understand her second remark.

No, Mary had repeated questioningly: "shout?"

"Oh, 'shout' is an Aussie expression for a round of drinks."

"Then it's not just yours," Pat added: ... "they invited us to dinner."

Trish nodded and said: "Mine too." 

"Mine too," Mary chimed in: "... but I don't have any money with me."

"We can settle that later," Jean replied as we walked towards the bar.

She "shouted" her round. The noise from the group gave meaning to the expression. With six cans of beer, we moved to the fringe of the area.

"Cheers," Jean toasted. 

"Cin cin," Trish responded, explaining: "That's what Italians say."

"Here's looking at you," I added, undressing them with my eyes.

My glances weren't lost on them; the girls smirked as Rick nodded, and then we all drank - more deeply than our sips of the warm wine. Jean reminded us that they were starting early the next morning, heading for Yugoslavia, mentioning what she remembered about the area. I don't recall where their first stop would be; she talked more about Split and Dubrovnik as we quickly finished our beers. 

When Pat suggested that it was her "shout", we agreed that two of us could share a can, and she went off and returned with three cans. She handed Rick and me one and we opened them, and then with a smirk, she repeated my toast with pointed glances below our waistlines - he even seemed to feel it.

"At you, too," Rick responded, and I recalled how she looked naked as the other girls snickered, and Pat smiled with a glance down at her breasts. We three drank and then handed our cans to the others, who drank. 

It took us about as long to share the three cans as we had needed for the first round, Jean telling more about their route - and about the social interaction. 

We already knew from Jean, of course, how she and her two tentmates had interacted, but she told us they had taken advantage of the company that campsites offered - "but never like this," and she smiled, and we did. That had gotten better after they reached Europe. At first, in India, it seemed that all the girls had taken a chance with guys in the group, fewer than the girls, but she and her tentmates quickly recognized the problems. 

She smirked: 

"Maybe because we found a better alternative than some of the other girls."

A couple of steady pairs developed; some girls apparently took what they could get, even knowing that sometimes the guy came from another bed or went to one.

Mary looked shocked for a moment, but then snorted and grinned and remarked: 

I guess I shouldn't have been surprised, but this is all sort of 'in the family.'"

We all nodded and chuckled and drank. Yeah, that's when that round was finished. Trish got up and asked: "Three more?" we nodded, and she went off. While she was away, Jean told us that the "couriers" were good, serious, dependable guys, watching out for younger girls and guys - "not that they didn't, if the girls wanted to" - even "taking care" of those who were "entirely deprived." 

We chuckled, agreeing that they took their job seriously. Then Trish returned, followed at a distance by a man taller than Rick or me from the group with a can in his hand.

"He's a courier," Jean murmured.

As Trish passed out the cans, he approached and asked: 

"You girls all right?" They nodded.

"And you Yanks? Need any help?"

"We're doing fine," Rick replied, and the girls nodded again.

"Sure? These Aussie girls can be a handful." 

He sounded a little drunk, and the girls looked a little apprehensive, but I - maybe also a little drunk - boldly replied: 

"We've noticed, ... but we've been training with Dutch girls for ten day."

The girls snickered as he looked surprised, and I added: 

"And the real 'handful' is English." 

He glanced at Mary, who chuckled unblushingly with a grin. 

Did she shake her shoulders? Or did I just think that it would have been an appropriate way for her to accentuate her humor at his now apparent defeat? Whatever, he looked discouraged and replied less confidently: 

"I guess you do ... have everything in hand."

He smirked at his turn of phrase, and we all grinned as the girls nodded their smiles changing to smirks, but he missed them, having turned to go, but then turned back to remind the girls of their early start and went off.

"Oh, that was good!" Trish remarked as we opened the cans, all nodding with chuckles and then drinking, first one and then the other from each can.

"It was," Jean agreed: "... but we'll probably hear about it later, ... but that could be interesting. I was thinking about letting him know that that I had done the trip before and had experience with couriers. ... Oh, if I had said that, he could have thought it was invitation, ... better this way," and she looked at me with a smile and held up her can. Luckily, I was holding the one I was sharing with Trish and raised it, and we drank.

The others drank, sharing their cans, and there was a lull in the conversation. We all drank again, and the lull became a pregnant pause. The crowd at the bar was as loud as before, but it seemed that the other were wondering like me what would happen next. We drank again in silence. 

Jean broke the silence, referring to what she had said: 

"Maybe we'll need that later; better think of something to say that doesn't sound like an invitation."

We all nodded, and drank again. Apparently we wanted to finish our beers, but what then? It didn't seem like anyone wanted another round. Was someone - probably Jean - going to suggest that we go to bed - each to his/her own? It wasn't really late - but 'later'. I snorted at the thought.

"What was that for," Trish asked, nearest me to hear it.

"I was thinking that it really isn't late, and then thought that it is, however, 'later'."

The others snickered, more than was necessary just to show their recognition of my reference. Mary smirked and agreed: 

"Yeah, it's way past my bedtime." 

The others snickered again, and we all glanced around to see if anyone could overhear us; we had some experience with how such conversations could develop, especially if Mary led them, but everyone's glance around suggested that they anticipated that it might, and weren't adverse to it. The people at the next tables had disappeared. Pat responded to Mary's remark: 

"Yeah, mine too. You need someone to put you to bed, maybe to change your diapers?"

Mary grinned, obviously now comfortable in her role as the youngest, and agreed: 

"Maybe, but not for that, if I can go to the loo first."

She'd done it again, make us all want to go to the loo - and suggested that when she had, she needed someone to help put her to bed, hardly a euphemism with the our common experience. We drained our cans. No one was going to suggest that the "evening" was over, and we went to the loo, and waited till we were all back together and then went in the direction of their tent. On the way, Mary snickered and whispered: 

"Oh, I didn't wash. Anyone mind?" 

There were just chuckles.

We took off our shoes and entered the tent - still nicely warmer than outside. Warm enough that we didn't need another suggest from Mary that it was too warm for clothes. We just started to take them off - like the last evening with Geerta and Marga - but just seeing silhouettes of each other. No one was hesitating, all of us just stripping them off, our underpants last, which everyone must also have observed; when they were removed, we gravitated together: hands touching and then sliding up arms and down to asses as we crowded closer, reaching further to touch the next person. I recognized that the person beyond Trish must be Rick, and he must have recognized that I was on the other side of her; he couldn't have meant that tight grasp for one of the girl's bottoms.

Of course, it was Mary again who asked the obvious: 

"What are we going to do? I can't think of anything else."

There were snickers of agreement at her dilemma - at our dilemma. We all wanted to, but what? I snorted as an idea occurred to me, and felt the other turning their heads in my direction.

"Mary can't have all the good ideas. Don't know if this is good, but I think it is."

"What," Mary asked for the others - left and right I could feel nods.

"I want to suck Mary's breasts and kiss her - haven't done that yet." The others snickered.

"And would like to kiss and suck the others', ... and the rest, too."

"How?" Mary asked, the other girls letting her lead me on, nodding with "um-hmm." Rick squeezed my ass again.

"Guess I have to go into some detail. I was thinking of the girls' taking turns lying on one of us - also taking turns ..." There were snickers.

"... on her back on us - one of us, not just lying, of course - ..." more snickers: "... and then everyone else could suck or kiss or lick."

There were chuckles and snickers; I had to snicker, myself. 

"Sounds complicated, but I guess it would work," Jean commented, adding: 

"And we're going to do that four times?"

"That was what I was thinking, ... if everyone wants to." More chuckles.

"Oooh, all of us doing to each other! I would like that! I haven't sucked a girl's breast ... or kissed one, but I'll sure do it," Mary enthused, adding in my direction: "If you want suck mine, I'd better 'lie' on Rick."

"Then someone ought to help me get aroused," he remarked with a snort. 

There were snorts, and I felt Trish move and felt Jean's hand find my cock as she chuckled, and then heard Rick murmur: 

"Both of you? That's nice."

There was some more movement in the dark, while Jean fondled me, and then Mary murmured: 

"Let me do it, ... if I'm going to 'lie' on him," and there was some more movement, and Rick said: 

"Don't fight for it," and there were soft chuckles, and he added: 

"Yeah, just take turns."

We all slipped down on the ground, on their air mattresses and open and overlapping sleeping bags. Then I was surprised to feel a hand find my foot and slide up, joining Jeans. Pat must have crawled over to us. Then her mouth joined their hands, kissing and licking and then slipping around his partially engorged head. Jean snickered and murmured: 

"Don't overdo it; we need him later."

Pat nodded, and I found one of Jean's breasts, and then we found each other's mouth. After a minute or two, Mary said: 

"I think that's good enough. Lie down."

"Um-hmm," we all agreed, and there was some more movement and chuckles, and Mary murmured: 

"Help us, Trish. ... Hm-hmm! Maybe you should lick me some first. ... Um-hmm! Like that. ... Yeah, keep him aroused."

We three snorted at our image of them: Trish apparently licking Mary's pussy and holding Rick's cock. After a few moments, we heard Mary again:

"Oooh! Yes! ... Oooh!" and an "Uhmmm!" from Rick. 

It was obviously time for us to join them. Pat let go of me and crawled around as Jean and I dropped to our knees and found where they all were. Pat had found Mary's head and with a chuckle and said softly: 

"Yeah, Trish and I did this, too," and there was a maybe intentionally loud kiss.

Jean and I found Mary's breasts, firm and almost as round as when she was upright, and with a very nice nipple to suck, as I felt Rick's hips moving Mary and heard Trish's mouth on her. Mary was making pleased and aroused noises: chuckling apparently at the thought and effect of having us all arousing her; and an aroused "Uhn!" at what Trish and Rick were doing to her pussy.

That went on for a minute or two, and then I wanted to kiss Mary. I reached towards Pat, who was on my side, and found her breast, fondling it for a moment and murmured: 

"I want to, too."

Pat nodded and murmured: 

"Next one," and began to move around Rick's and Mary's heads. Before I found her mouth, she said brightly: 

"Yeah, do that; change places," and was snickering as I put my lips on hers, our tongues immediately finding each other as I was aware that the others were moving, Trish brushing against me as she took my place. Rick chuckled, and for a few seconds I felt him give Mary some harder strokes and then resume a slower pace, letting me think that Jean had taken over licking Mary's pussy. I fondled one of Trish's breasts and heard her "uhn-hnnn" of appreciation. 

Suddenly both Mary and Rick snorted, and Rick responded to something: 

"Oooh! ... We didn't think of that. ... Nice!"

Mary snickered and murmured with her lips on mine: "She's sucking his cock."

As I chuckled, thinking this was all going even better than I had thought - changing places and then this - Mary's hand brushed my thigh and slid up between them and found my cock - not as aroused at it been when Pat was sucking it. Then Mary snickered again and said: 

"Give me back my cock," adding a second or two later as she squeezed mine: "Uhn! Good!"

Rick was moving it in her again, and her hand was moving on mine with pleasant effect, and then she murmured: 

"Let me suck it. I want two cocks."

Rick snickered and gave her a couple of harder strokes, and I moved around to let her have mine, straddling their shoulders with my hands supporting me above their heads. Mary didn't let go of him and guided him to her mouth as Rick chuckled, and then she did have her two cocks: one moving leisurely in her pussy as she demonstrated to me again how much she liked to suck one. There were muffled chuckles from the other girls, whose mouths were all busy. Then. as it was beginning to feel really good, Jean said again: 

"Don't overdo it; we need him." 

Everyone seemed to accepted that as the signal to change places again. Trish chuckled and reached behind my legs and fondled my balls; I dropped over to the other side and found Mary's other breast, freed by Pat, who was moving down between Mary's thighs. When Jean had taken Trish's place, I reached across Mary and fondled her breast, and then it was like before.

But not for long. Pat wanted to suck Rick's cock sooner than Jean had, and Mary wanted to have Trish's pussy, and got it - for a long time. Pat had a couple or three sessions with his cock, letting him fuck Mary in between, until I felt it was my turn to enjoy her pussy.

I gave Jean's breast a final squeeze and began to move. When Pat noticed and was moving from between Mary's thighs, she chuckled and whispered: 

"I'm going to cheat."

I understood what she meant as I moved to where she had been; she hadn't moved up to Mary's breast but had slide back behind me on her back. As I found Mary's pussy, suddenly recognizing that I hadn't anticipating how it would be with Rick's cock in it, Pat pushed herself up between my legs and reached up and found my cock, pulling it down and moving herself a little further up until it was comfortable for her to take it in her mouth - very comfortable! 

I could already imagine Jean's reminding her again not to overdo it, but I wasn't going to - not as good as felt. And Jean wasn't thinking about that either, if she had noticed. After the briefest kiss, I saw the silhouette of her getting over Mary and Rick, apparently without waiting for a suggestion from Mary. 

I liked that, that she wanted to have her own pleasure; and knowing that Mary wanted to give it to her - and was getting her own so many ways - and that I was getting mine; and Rick, his, of course; and Pat was doing something she liked. Poor Trish, she deserved better the next time. 

During this, I was licking Mary's pussy, recalling that Trish, Jean and Pat already had, wondering if she noticed any difference in technique. I was trying to avoid touching Rick's cock, that he kept moving in her, but occasionally my tongue slipped down and brushed it, and that didn't upset me, it just belonged to it, if we were doing this, and it was kind of nice to feel it slipping in and out. Had he snorted at feeling that I had licked it - more often than before? 

Oh, Trish was feeling her way past me and snorted when she found Pat. Pat snorted; maybe Trish had found her breast, and then there was some more movement behind me, and Pat snorted again with an "uhn-hnnn!" vibrating on my cock. Trish must have found the best thing she could do, nice for Pat, too - even nicer! Oooh, nice too, Pat was massaging my balls.

She must have done that to Rick, too. Had all the girls? I did. Rick gasped, but then snorted and gave Mary a couple of better strokes and then held still as I scratch his tight scrotum and then stretched it, trying to compensate with my tongue for his lack of movement in Mary's pussy, thinking that I knew more than the girls about massaging balls and helping delay a man's orgasm. 

Pat wasn't trying to do that; Trish was distracting her; her knees brushed my hips.

Rick had started to move in Mary again, now that his sack was loose again. He hadn't mind that familiarity, and my tongue slid down and felt his cock sliding in and out at the edge of Mary's hole. Was his moving it once deeper a response to his feeling that? Did he think that I might want to do what the girls had done? Did I?! Pat and Trish and Mary had all be been curious about how it was to lick another girl's pussy - curious enough to try it. Yes! I was curious. Did Rick expect me too? Even want me to? Like Pat was doing so arousingly on my cock? 



What Sandy Was Not Told Ch. 04



I massaged his balls and nibbled on Mary's aroused clitoris and then licked down again, not just happening to rub his moving cock, licking below where it was disappearing in her pussy, but just as nice and wet from it. Rick took a deeper stroke - in both directions. His cock sprang out of Mary's pussy with a wet noise. 

Did he want me to?! Suggest that he thought I did? At least, he seemed to be suggesting that he wouldn't mind if I did. I did! Licking back up the length of his cock, my lips slipped over its head. It twitched - intentionally? All nice and wet from Mary's pussy, smooth and firm - and nice to lick and suck and to move in my mouth, nice to feel it twitch - like mine in Pat's mouth. I knew just how it felt for him. Real good! And almost as good to lick and suck. 

But Mary was being short-changed. Was she realizing that this time it was me and not a girl sucking his cock? I gave it back to her. Reluctantly? I won't say.

Then Rick and I were doing all we could to give Mary her orgasm; and it sounded like Jean was very aroused; and now I was again more aware of what Pat was doing, and also from the movements of her body that Trish was close to giving her hers. 

Rick and Mary came first - his balls all tight in my hand. The flood of her pussy juice put me over the edge, and Pat moaned in recognition, and then almost bit me, apparently in turn put over the edge by Trish, whom I could hear slavering in Pat's wet pussy. No, Jean had come first, unnoticed by me. She must have, since after hearing her noises, Mary's were unmuffled; Jean must have dropped down off her. 

I rolled off to one side with my head on Mary's thigh, giving Rick's cock a fondle, and then we all just lay there catching our breath. It must have been a couple of minutes before anyone spoke. I had almost dozed off. It was Mary, as usual: "Oh God! ... Thanks, everyone! Hm-hmmm!"

"Um-hmm," we all agreed. I found Pat's face with my hand; she nodded and then sucked a couple of my fingers into her mouth for a moment, snorting. "Thanks, Mary," Jean said and then snickered and asked: "Where did you learn to do that so good?" "Hm-hmm, as if you don't know. Thanks."

As we chuckled, Mary rolled off Rick and gave him a kiss and murmured: "Thanks for the best fuck I ever had, ... not without everybody else's help, of course. "Good idea," Trish commented and rubbed my leg. "But everybody didn't stick to the rules," I replied with a chuckle: "... just did whatever you wanted - better actually." "Um-hmm!" the other agreed cheerfully, and Rick murmured: "You too," without snorting or snickering. "Did you really expect that the four of us would just be satisfied making it good for Mary and Rick?" Pat asked. "I didn't think that far, but you all made it even better, thanks." "We're not really going to do this three more times?" Jean asked and then added: "What happened down there?" "I cheated," Pat replied in a tone that suggested a smirk: "... I thought a cock would be better than a breast ..." "And I thought her pussy would be, too," Trish enjoined brightly. "Oh, that's good," Mary remarked: "I wondered where my 'breasts' had gone," and snorted at her shorthand expression, and then referred to Jean's first question: "Are we going to do it again? "Not three times, for sure, but Trish really got left out." 

Her hand slid up and found my very relaxed cock as Rick snickered and remarked: "Not with me."

The girls chuckled, and Pat's hand also found my cock, she snorting when she found Trish's there, both of them fondling - without effect.

"It's my turn," I replied: "... I only had a little one - with some help ..." Pat interrupted me: "That isn't true," and snickered, and then snickered again and added: "I take that as an insult."

We all laughed, and I agreed: "I was just trying to give Trish hopes. At least, it will make it easier to carry on until you've all had your turns with us."

More snickers, and Rick snorted and admitted: "Yeah, a problem. I came a little when Pat was doing it. I think it was Pat." "Not when I was - to you," she countered. "Hm-umm, in Mary, but I carried on manfully." "You sure did!" Mary confirmed, and we heard another kiss.

Pat rolled towards me and added her mouth to Trish's and her hands on my cock. "No, he's mine," Trish murmured and moved up, adding: "You've already had him."

Pat rolled back as the others chuckled, and Trish took my soft cock in her mouth, her fingers cupped around my soft sack, moving my balls. Then we were all silent. I put my hand on Trish's head, encouraging her, feeling more than hearing her hum of acknowledgement. After a few moments, I felt her snort and nod, not from anything I had done. I curled down and found her breast - and Pat's hand - and Trish nodded again. 

Good idea of Pat's; Trish probably needed a little arousal, too - unless she still was from having missed out on any since Mary had been eating her pussy. Pat must have had the same thought; after her hand left mine, Trish hummed again on my cock, and I felt her role her hips back, humming again.

I was a little pleased that my cock responded sooner than I expected to Trish's nice help; Pat had been right, of course, I had had a very good orgasm in her mouth. After another minute or so, Trish released him with an expectant chuckle and murmured: "Now it's my turn."

I rolled on my back, and she scrambled around and knelt over me, guiding him into her pussy with a satisfied sounding "uhnnn!" and then moved her hips down and lay back on me, murmuring: "I never did it like this before." 

Pat immediately moved between our legs and licked both of us, even licking my balls, but then back up, and I let her feel my cock moving in Trish as I found her breasts, pinching and pulling her aroused nipples

"Um-hmm," the others agreed and began to move to join us. Mary chuckled and remarked: "I've had enough, thank you. I'll just take what comes by," her voice moving down past Pat. There were a couple of chuckles as Jean's and Rick's hands took Trish's breasts from mine, and I found one of Jean's. Then Pat murmured: "Oooh! Good idea," and then she was licking us again and fondling my balls. Yes, of course she had done that before to Rick.

He was kissing Trish, until Jean pushed his head aside. I was tempted to see if I could find his cock again, but didn't, but Pat found mine, Trish snorting in response at feeling Pat's hand take him from her pussy. Jean let Rick kiss Trish again and found my mouth, getting a good fondle of her breast in response to her tongue's exploring in my mouth. 

Pat put him back in Trish's pussy, and she hummed as Pat and I aroused her, Pat seeming to be humming from whatever Mary was doing. Then she raised her head and murmured: "Next." 

With chuckles, Jean and Rick raised their heads, and Jean murmured: "Your turn." 

Was he going to, too?! I wondered as he and Pat changed places. Jean had had enough of kissing and moved up and swung her leg over us. Trish snorted, and I felt her hands guide Jean's hips - her pussy - down to her mouth and heard their moist contact. Pat chuckled. I fondled Trish's breast on the side where Jean had been, and heard Pat noisily sucking and licking on the other one. Suddenly, I wondered if Jean had come so good when Mary had been eating her that her juice had dripped down on Rick. 

Rick!? He was letting me feel his tongue, there where my cock was slipping in and out of Trish's pussy, and then it was just on Trish. She really had the biggest clitoris of the four, but that isn't important, of course. And I was trying to make it better for her in her pussy, when I felt Rick find my balls - still pretty loose, but that made it nicer to feel the way he could move them. He snorted and raised his head slightly and murmured: "Good, Mary. ... Oooh! That too," and he gently pulled my balls, suggesting that she had found his.

Then he was back licking - not just Trish - and I was liking it. Yes, I wanted him to do more, but wanted to leave the decision up to him. After a few more generous licks down on my cock - almost down to my balls - he pulled it out, immediately catching its head in his mouth.

"Um-hmm!" I responded as I felt Trish snort, and he didn't hesitate to do everything the girls did - and I had done - licking and sucking and nodding his head. Once you've decided to do it, you want to do everything to make it good - knowing how it feels. I felt my balls draw up, something you can only recognize when they're in someone's hand. He did, too, but continued for a few moments before he put him back in Trish's pussy, just in time. I held still, waiting for my arousal to subside, and Rick helped by stretching my sack.

Then with a chuckle he raised his head and murmured: "Thanks, Mary. Now it's your turn, Jean. You did that before. Hmm! And Mary is waiting for you. ... Ouch! Don't bite!" and he chuckled, and we snickered, Trish, too - when Jean had moved off her face. "I want two cocks, too," Trish snickered. Pat kissed her - good - and then Pat murmured with a snort: "Pussy," and added louder: He's yours," and then added: "I bet Mary really hasn't had enough," and we all chuckled

As they moved around - and I moved in Trish - Mary replied in her most cheerful voice: "You're right. I just thought I had, ... but now it's ... 'later'."

We all almost laughed, and then Rick was over Trish and me with his cock in her mouth, and Jean was holding my balls and licking Trish and me, and Mary murmured: "Nice pussy. Hello again." 

Just as I recalled that she had given Jean an orgasm the previous time, Pat murmured: "Then let me." "Oh! ... All right. ... I was looking forward to it ... both ways. Have we done it before?" "I can't remember," Pat replied and snickered: "... just don't want you to think you have a monopoly on Jean's pussy; you did it this morning, too." 

Trish pushed Rick's hips up so that she could laugh with us, and then Pat and Mary found their places, and we were all having one - fucking, pussy-eating, cock-sucking good time. Jean also cock-sucking for a while. Maybe she knew more about guys' balls than I had thought.

I hope the others came as good as Trish and I did, it seemed like it. Not Mary, of course, who remarked with a real giggle while we others were still recovering: "I don't know if I can put this in my diary."

We all had to laugh, despite our state. After a gasp or two, Jean replied: "You won't forget. I kept a diary on the way to Europe, but there are lots of things that aren't in it that I remember, ... not just like this. ... There wasn't anything like this."

"Um-hmm," we all agreed, and Rick said to me: "Geez, we haven't kept ours either, not since Florence."

The girls and I chuckled, and I agreed: "We sure haven't, better things to do in the evening. Maybe we can reconstruct the events." "Yeah, maybe, at least where we were. ... Hm-hmm! But like Mary, I want to keep all the juicy details straight."

The girls had been chuckling or snickering during this exchange, and Pat remarked: "Who with whom and how?" "Yeah, something like that," I replied. 

More snickers, and Jean suggested: "Everyone with everyone, every way." "'Every which way'," Mary added, and we all agreed with snorts. "That, for sure," Trish agreed.

Then we were silent, hands find each other's bodies, intimate parts familiarly, moving together to find those of the others. I wanted to see them all again, but no one suggested finding a flashlight as Rick and I started to search around for our clothes, but then we needed one, so we all had the opportunity to smile at each other - and a last view of Mary's breasts. We all snorted as we got dressed, they still nude, very naked with us clothed. Someone suggested "last kiss," and they stood up and one after another came into our arms. After good wishes for our further travels, Rick and I slipped out of their tent and went to the toilets. 

When we came out, we were only briefly surprised to see them again; of course they also had to go - and wash a bit; they each had a towel and washcloth. There were smirks and snickers, and nods and smiles of goodbye, and then we were back in our tent.

"And I thought we had a fucking good time in Cologne," Rick said and snickered. "We did, but I'm afraid it's going to be all down hill after Venice."

We chuckled and went to bed - in separate sleeping bags. 

The next morning, we found a slip of paper under the edge of our tent: "Hope the rest of our trips are both as good. Love, Mary, Pat, Trish, Jean."

On the reverse was Mary's address in England.

Of course, they and their bus had disappeared. After breakfast, we packed up and found our way back to the train station, deciding to go to Vienna and Salzburg, Munich and Frankfurt for our flight home from there.

It wasn't all down hill. In Vienna, we met a couple of Canadian girls - separate tents. In Munich in the Hofbrauhaus, we met two Americans, junior year abroad students, who had just arrived. 

They were pretty naïve, but seemed to be looking for a good time away from home, even commenting about how they were looking forward to being in "more liberal" Europe. I don't like to thing that we filled them up with beer, but eventually they thought it would be interesting to see our campsite - with some giggles. They were a bit like Mary, but just the giggles. Luckily, they had been roommates for two years, apparently familiar enough with each other. After we got closer, they giggled and then snickered when it was obvious what the next move could be and that we all would have to share our tent, but they wanted to. As I said, a bit naïve, and not adventurous, and apparently with no experience with the morning after, kind of embarrassed as they got dressed and then hurried off. 

As Rick said, probably next time they would be better, and with chuckles we hoped so, snickering and agreeing: "But not as good as ...," not mentioning any names.