4 comments/ 68278 views/ 5 favorites Weekend in Connecticut By: Steve Orshon This story is the sequel to “Toys, Toys, Toys in the Attic”. Arrangements for the kids are complete. Reservations for the hotel and ferry made. All that’s left to do is pack and go. Paula has been on her best behavior for the last week, not that she is normally difficult, but she has been especially nice to me lately. Planning a weekend away alone together always seems to bring out the best in her. No griping. No complaining. Hugs and kisses offered frequently. Even a bit of sex! Yes, she is definitely putting on her best, not wanting to allow a minor tiff today to spoil a nice weekend together. We are both packing our suitcases, not that I really need anything more than a briefcase. I mean three days, two nights, nothing approaching formal. Of course, she needs a footlocker. “You know, you won’t need that many clothes, I’m hoping to keep you naked as often as possible.” I kid her. “I know, but I can never decide, so I bring everything.” “What are we going to wear to the festival?” “Totally casual. It’s held outside for crying out loud. Something sexy would be most appropriate.” “You ALWAYS want me in something sexy.” “That’s because you always look so good that way.” And honestly, she does. At forty, Paula still turns a lot of heads when she wants to. Some makeup, some snug clothes and the heads turn. Most of the time she dresses conservatively, but a racier, sexier Paula comes out when we go away alone, and I enjoy every minute of it. “Should we pack your ‘plastic friend’?” I ask. ‘He’ is a rather realistic looking vibrator and is not really plastic, more of a pliable latex rubber. Paula’s response here is telling of how she will handle the whole ‘toy’ situation. If she hesitates or declines, then the sex will be quiet, romantic one on one. If she embraces the idea, we could be in for some serious fucking. “Yeah, we should take it, don’t you think?” She questions. Part of me wants to make a joke and answer: Sure, all oversexed wife-sluts carry their dildos with them. Then I realize that she is vulnerable here and follow Billy Joel’s advice to “Leave a tender moment alone”. “I think we should take it. We’ve had some fun with it before.” I reply. And what fun we HAVE had with her toy. Not frequently actually, but maybe every other month when Paula really seems fired up sexually I’ll pull it out. I’m always careful to read her since trying to introduce her toy if she’s not really into it would be a disaster. On those times when she is really smoking it’s something that we both truly enjoy. Paula will suck it, alternating with me, or I’ll fuck her with it while she sucks me. To date, we haven’t had the chance to have me fuck her pussy while the toy fucks her ass, but I’m hoping to do that this trip. So it’s off to the ferry, with a brief stop in Greenport for wine, bread and cheese – our staples for day-trip lunching. Paula’s dressed in a cute denim mini skirt and tank top. I didn’t have a chance to see her get dressed this morning, so in my perverted way, I’m curious to know what panties she’s wearing so I ask her. “You’ll have to wait and find out later.” She insists. “C’mon, tell me.” “No. Later.” I try to sneak a peek when she gets back into the car, but she smoothly rebuffs me, holding the hem of her skirt down. Additional tries at the ferry parking lot are also stopped. Shit, she’s got the blocking maneuver down good. The drive north mellows out once we get onto the interstate and I finally sneak a hand under her skirt, searching for fabric to identify which panties. This time she is caught by surprise and is unable to stop me. I am equally surprised to find no fabric, just skin and some sparse hair. “You are SO naughty!” I accuse her. “Surprised?” “Yeah, and now totally distracted. How am I going to drive knowing your sweet pussy is hiding under there uncovered.” “You’ll just have to tough it out, I told you to wait until later.” “I don’t feel too much hair, have you been busy with the razor?” “Maybe.” This is another thing that gets us both going, trimming her pussy. Left unchecked, Paula has a typical bushy pussy. Except perhaps in mid winter, she always has to keep it trimmed a bit. When she wants to really get me going she’ll shave her pussy lips and trim her mound leaving just a ‘landing strip’. I find this so sexy, and it makes for some great pussy-eating. Lately, I’m starting to think it gets her going too, since I don’t have to plead with her to do it, or beg her to let me do it for her, she just does it herself. Thinking about this, I might like to watch her do it sometime, hmmm. We pull into the Old Sturbridge Village parking lot, our first stop. As I maneuver the car into a secluded area, I’m able to get my hand under her skirt again. “Steve, not here.” “You mouth says no, but your pussy says YES!” “Please, later. I promise.” With regret, I remove my hand. She was wet. Not dripping, but wet enough to get my finger in. I might have been able to convince her to let me continue, since her legs were slowly spreading, but sometimes the tease is almost as much fun as the doing. Her pussy felt very smooth, she must’ve really worked out with the razor. We found a picnic bench in the shade and enjoyed our wine, bread and cheese. Finishing, we set out to tour the restored village. You could really spend more than a day there, and it was especially nice to sneak kisses to my aroused wife at every opportunity. I tried to get Paula to join me in a hayloft, but she refused. Back to the car, I must’ve made a wrong turn leaving, because we ended up nowhere near the interstate. As I went to turn around on a gravel road, I noticed it turned behind some trees and decided to go a little further, parking in a very secluded area. “This isn’t the right way.” Paula charged. “Just a minor detour, I thought maybe we’d finish the wine.” “Oh did you. Nothing more?” “Well, it IS later.” I said as I slid my hand back under her skirt. No objections this time. “Just what else did you have in mind?” Her legs were now apart, her pussy very wet. “I thought a little teasing.” Rubbing her clit. Paula’s breathing was quickening. My objective was to get her close, but not too close. Sure enough, just as I thought she was approaching orgasm, I stopped. “OOOh.” She gasped. “That was nice.” “It’d probably be even nicer if I did it for another minute, but that’s all for you until later. Hmm, later, there is that damn word again, huh?” “Yes, a most inconvenient word right now.” “You know, all this teasing has kind of gotten to me.” I stated, rubbing the front of my jeans. My cock was hard and aching. “Poor baby, is this bothering you?” Paula now bending over me and rubbing my jeans. I thinking I fucking love trips away. Without another word, I open my jeans and my cock pops out. Paula straightens up and looks around. I’m worried that she is going to bail out, but she’s just making sure the coast is clear. Bending back over, she takes me into her mouth. Heaven on Earth. The teasing, kisses and sexual tension have built up so much I know it won’t be long. Paula bobs, taking me deep into her mouth. She can’t deep-throat me, but she gets close. It seems that hornier she is, the deeper she can go, and today she is going deep. My cock bumps the back of her throat. The pressure is building. My right hand is in her hair, guiding her. She’s not a dick tease, I know she’ll finish. Suck, suck, bob, bob, lick. I’m getting sooo close I tell her. And then it’s there! OOOH. A blast of come shoots into her mouth, and another blast. It feels like gallons draining out. Paula raises up enough on my cock to swallow. She is so good at this, sucking gently as the last chunky come oozes out. Cleaning me off. “That was awesome, thanks babe.” I compliment her. “You’re welcome.” Looking about, “Do you know how to get us out of here?” “No sweat.” Back to the highway and off to the brewers festival, already in progress. Twenty-five craft brewers are set up under a giant tent, selling samples of their best beer. Venders lined up along another side with various foods. Live bands playing one after the other until after dark; and I’m here with a very horny wife who I know will want to fuck me to death later tonight in the hotel. Does it get any better than this? Well maybe if she had a hot girlfriend with her…. Anyway, we had a great time. Over the years, Paula has learned to enjoy superior beers. We enjoyed each other’s company and the crowd was upbeat and not too rowdy, considering the alcohol consumption. One interesting thing happened during the day. This was about 7pm. We had both had a few and the beer tent was crowded. Paula elected to wait under a large oak tree while I went in to get us fresh beers. When I returned I overheard her tell someone, “See, that’s my husband. I told you.” Sitting on the ground across from Paula was a young man, probably 22-25. I asked her what she had told him. “I told him that I had a husband, and that you would be right back. He didn’t believe me.” She explained. “Hi, I’m the husband, and she tells the truth.” I explained to the young fellow. He looked rather sheepish, and got up. “Nice talking to you.” He muttered to Paula as he walked away. I asked Paula who he was. She didn’t know him, saying that he just stopped by and started talking to her. His name was Michael, and when she told him she was married and that her husband would be back any minute he didn’t believe her. I kidded Paula that he was trying to pick her up, but she disagreed with me, saying that he was only being friendly. I knew it was bullshit, guys aren’t just friendly with chicks; he wanted to fuck Paula. At around 10pm we were both feeling a little beat and a little drunk. The last band was wrapping up and it seemed like a good time to head out to the hotel. I didn’t see Michael again, but the place was still crowded. Thankfully, it was a short ride to the Hilton and I was careful. Paula was very kissy in the car. We checked in and went to our room. I thought sex would be the first thing on the agenda, but Paula had noted that the pool was open until midnight and she wanted to go for a swim. We changed into our suits and went back down. The pool and hot tub were secluded off of a long hallway away from the lobby and elevators. Paula made a beeline for the hot tub, but I was ready to cool off, so I entered the pool. At this hour the whole area was deserted, in fact we hadn’t seen another guest since our arrival. Paula must have been either feeling her beers or her horniness, because as I surfaced and looked over at her in the tub she pulled her bikini top down, flashing me her breasts. I looked around, but we were still alone with no sight of anyone. “Why don’t you bring those babies over here?” I asked her. Without a word, Paula climbed out of the hot tub and came into the pool. I was at the far end and she walked right over to me, her beautiful breasts swaying, until she was right in front of me. Kissing me hard, she reached into my shorts, freeing my rapidly hardening cock. “I want you in me right now.” She stated matter-of-factly. And with that, she pulled her bikini bottoms to the side and mounted me, right in the hotel pool. “We can’t do this.” I gasped. “Just for a minute.” Paula was true to her word; she rode me for perhaps a minute, and then slid off, fixing her suit. With some effort, I stuffed my hardon into my suit. “That was nice, but I think it would be even nicer upstairs.” I said. “I’m ready.” In what must now be referred to as an understatement. With that, we returned to our room, Paula using the bathroom and I pulling off my wet suit. Looking at the hotel chair in the corner with my clothes on it gave me an idea. I stuffed my other clothes into the legs of my jeans and positioned them over my shoes. The effect was a little bit like a scarecrow, minus the torso and head. Behind the fly I placed Paula’s toy. This might be interesting, I thought, dimming the lights. Shortly thereafter, Paula emerged from the bath and joined me in bed, dressed in a sexy nightie. “You look yummy and I can’t wait to examine that porn-star pussy of yours.” I complimented. “I hope you like it and that I didn’t go too far.” We began kissing and I rubbed her breasts through the thin nightie. “You know, that guy Michael really liked you a lot.” I started. “He did not. Really, we were just talking.” “Take it from another guy, he had more than talking on his mind. Did he see what you were not wearing under your skirt?” “NO. Of course not. Steve, don’t give me a hard time. He was talking to me, I had nothing to do with it.” “Easy, I’m not mad. I don’t blame you. You are so pretty, he was attracted to you.” “I disagree.” “You’re too modest. Anyway, I ran into him later. He was very nice and admitted he thought you were a knockout.” I lied. “You’re lying.” “No really. He was attracted to you and I thought, what’s the harm in him seeing you for a minute or two. So I invited him up.” More lies. “What? Are you crazy? We don’t even know him. I don’t want to know him.” Paula was getting upset. “Just for a few minutes, he’ll leave when you want him to. He’s sitting in the chair there right now.” Paula quickly glanced over to the chair. Seeing only my clothes on it, she turned to me with a puzzled expression on her face. “Really, he just wants to look at you for a few more moments, then he’ll leave when you tell him enough.” I explained. “Now just ignore him for a minute and kiss me. “I don’t know what you are up to, but I’ll play along.” She replied, and kissed me. I resumed rubbing her breasts, noticing her nipples hardening. “He thinks your breasts are beautiful. He doesn’t know the half of it, can I show him them?” I asked. “Umm-hmm.” And I untied her nightie top, revealing her full breasts and hard nipples. I gently licked and nibbled them. “You are so beautiful and nasty too, showing off your boobs to a stranger. Does that make you wet?” I teased, my hand now rubbing her mound through the nightie bottom. “Umm-hmm.” Again from her. “Maybe I should take you bottoms off so he can see that porn-star pussy of yours.” Upon hearing no refusal, I untied the bottoms, pulling them off. Paula was nude now. I moved between her legs, the chair in a corner behind my right. “Oh such a lovely little pussy, so wet, so bare.” I complimented. “Mike thinks it’s fantastic.” I gave her a little lick and she caught her breath. “He would really like to be the one to do this.” I licked her again. Paula was really heating up as I licked her wet pussy and hard clit. I brought her a little closer to orgasm, and then backed off. “Do you want Mike to eat you?” I teased. No response. “Show him how wet that yummy pussy is.” As I guided her hand to her box. Paula dutifully rubbed her slit and then gently slid her middle finger all the way into her pussy. “That’s it.” I encouraged as she pumped the finger in and out, “Now show him how yummy it is.” Paula pulled her hand up from her pussy, her finger glistening with wetness in the dim light and brought it to her mouth, sucking her wetness off. I laid next to her watching her lick, then kissed her deeply, smearing more of her juice from my face to hers. With that, I laid back, our signal for her to suck my cock. “Show him what a good little cocksucker you are honey.” I commanded. Paula raised onto her knees and began sucking me. I held her hair up out of the way and watched her devour me. Deep, then up to just the head. Licking me like a lollipop, then rubbing me all over her face. “Oh, you can be such a pro, Paula. Mike says you are fantastic. He wishes it was his cock you were sucking so well.” Paula made no response; she gazed into my eyes with a look that could only be described as smoking sensuality, as she again plunged my cock into her throat. If I thought she took it deep earlier in the car, she took it even deeper now. I was hard as a rock, but thankfully I didn’t yet feel like I was going to explode, because tonight I wanted to bury my dick to the hilt in Paula. “Get on your back.” I commanded Paula, and she laid back. Holding her legs in my hands, I positioned myself just at her opening. I teased her, sliding just the head into her and withdrawing. “Say the magic words.” “Fuck me.” She answered. What a wonderful girl. And fuck her I did. “OOOOHHH” Paula moaned. She really sounded like she was close; I slowed down and settled into an easy rhythm. I wanted her hot enough to use the toy, but not to come yet; it worked. “Get on your hands and knees in front of Mike, he wants to see your tits better.” I demanded. Paula complied, kneeling in front of the chair with her ass up. I entered her doggy style and pulled her hair so that she was looking straight at the crotch of the jeans. “Do you like showing off your body and fucking in front of strangers?” I asked. “Umm-hmm.” “Do you like being my slut-wife?” “Umm-hmm.” “Rub his cock.” She put her hand against the crotch of the pants, and feeling the bulge began rubbing. “Is he hard?” I asked. “Yes.” “Unzip his pants and stroke his cock.” As I pumped her pussy from behind, Paula unzipped the jeans, reaching inside to pull the toy out. She held it realistically, protruding from the pants as she stroked it. “Do you want to suck his cock baby?” I asked. “Umm-hmm.” And with that she lowered her mouth over the hard plastic cock. “Oh my nasty little slut-wife likes two cocks at once. One pumping her little wet pussy and one filling her mouth.” We continued like this for a moment or two, but I felt my come rising. I knew if I was going to get both of Paula’s holes filled, I’d have to work fast because the erotica of her doing both cocks was getting to be too much for me. “Maybe my little slut-wife would like both of her holes fucked at once. Would you like that, baby?” I asked. “Hmmm-hmmm.” She moaned back with fervor, pushing against my cock with such eagerness I was afraid I would come. I pulled Paula up and positioned her on the bed on her hands and knees. I squirted some lube onto her ass, and then positioned the cock against her anus. She tensed, and slowly relaxed as I pushed the hard toy into her. “He’s fucking your ass. Oh honey, he’s fucking your ass.” Deeper and deeper the plastic cock went into Paula. I was surprised by how hard I had to push it, until finally it was all the way in. Paula was gasping. I quickly laid underneath her with my cock pointing up. Paula moaned as she slowly lowered herself onto me. The tightness of her pussy was incredible. Her face was contorted by either pain or pleasure as she finally reached bottom, our crotches pressed together, her ass and pussy totally full. Paula paused only a moment all the way down before she rose again to complete another stroke, banging me as I reached behind her to plunge the toy in and out of her ass. I could feel the movement through her pussy as the two cocks pushed in and out. In scant moments, Paula came and I followed, spurting into her. Weekend in Connecticut Everyone in the story involved in sexual acts is 18 or older. * It was a few minutes past midnight; I was working on my third scotch and water, listening to some past musical hits on my IPod while everyone else in the house was sleeping. I'll be candidly frank and admit that I've been trying to drum up an idea for my next erotic story. If I'm right about the number, I've got about 347 stories on Literotica at the moment, and 348 was giving me fits. Over the years I've tried to touch on every aspect of erotic play; but there are only a few basic themes upon which to present one's story; but one looks for a new twist to formulate around a theme that's been used before. And that's what I've been trying to do for the past two days -- trying to develop a different variation on a time tested theme, but so far I've come up empty. I fall back on a tried and true method that I've used before, free association. I take another sip of scotch, close my eyes and, believe it or not, allow the music to take me down memory lane. Yeah, perusing my personal sexual adventures always leads to something ... and this time .... Free association took me back to the 7th and 8th grades when I first became aware of my sexual side and how just looking at a girl's neck could make me hard for hours on end. Although it was some years later that I actually lost my virginity. (I wrote about that in a story titled: My First Time.) I was dwelling on that experience, trying to draw some previously hidden act or action from which I might soar off to a new sexual adventure when I remembered that weekend in Connecticut. How the hell had I forgotten about those two nymphs, Eileen and Fiona? A little background: It was the late 70's; my father was building his dream house on some virgin acreage just off Candlewood Lake. For him, it was a weekend project that because of money and time constraints would take almost nine years to complete. That particular summer, my father was concentrating on carving the foundation out of the gigantic boulders he'd decided to build the house on. Family members, uncles and their families gladly volunteered to help, and different ones came up each weekend to work and allow their wives to make use of the lake so the kids got out of the city and had a little summer fun. My father had installed a used Army tent that actually slept twelve people comfortably. That is, if you didn't mind the mosquitoes and other insects that roamed freely through the tent. There was a wooden platform for flooring and six beds, a small table and four chairs and a corner where the food and cooler sat. As a skinny 18 year old, I was basically a go-for, hauling cement blocks from the truck to the building site in the morning and then thank God, assigned to take the smaller kids down to the lake and supervise them until their mothers found time to join us. As to my appearance, my face and body wasn't unattractive, but I was a bit too short and a bit too thin to be the kind of "hunk" girls like to invite home from the bars. Not that I'd had all that much experience in the bars at that time. But one Friday, my uncle brought his sister, Eileen and her best friend and schoolmate, Fiona along. Like me, they were both seniors. Unlike me, they went to an all girl Catholic School. My uncle at that time had no children of his own, which meant that when I'd finished hauling cement blocks I was free to show the girls the lake. Another thing worth mentioning, as it served as the catalyst for what followed, was that my mother had stocked all sizes of bathing suits for our guests. Where she got them I might guess, but would rather not. But I know for a fact that she didn't buy them at any local store. Eileen's sister rummaged through the pile of bathing suits and found a pair that seemed right for Eileen and Fiona. Moments later, rolling their eyes at what they were doing, the two girls joined in. There might have been thirty or more suits to choose from, although none of them were particularly stylish from the teenage girl's perspective. Given their druthers, both would have opted for bikinis. But, alas, none were to be found, and after what to me seemed a prolonged delay, they made their selections and darted behind a jury-rigged partition to try them on. I got to see them after they decided the attire would be good enough for the afternoon's swimming session. Eileen's was a basic white suite with red and yellow flowers scattered around. She looked good to me: A brunette, sensual lips, even white teeth, trim stomach, long legs, and what looked like a lovely pair of pear-shaped breasts behind the bathing suit material. Fiona on the other hand, wore a pale yellow one-piece that was actually too loose for her breasts, although neither of us knew it at the time, the water would add more weight to the material when we started playing in the lake and the laws of physics and her over-developed breasts would take it from there. But I'm getting ahead of myself. I had a hardon just thinking about having two girls to myself down at the lake, and spent considerable time trying to hide it from everyone as I led the way down to the lake with Eileen and Fiona following about two strides behind, whispering to each other the entire time. Of course I thought they were talking about me. Well, maybe they were to some extent, but my inexperience with girls had me queasy in that I didn't know what to say or do with them when we arrived at the lake itself. That problem was solved when the girls ran shrieking into the warm lake waters. I pulled off the extra large T-shirt I was using to hide my almost perpetual erection and followed them in, diving at their feet to show off a little. It never occurred to me that either of them might be a very good diver, or swimmer. (They weren't, but I should have considered it before showing off.) It was only when we moved into shallower water that I saw how revealing their bathing suits were. Fiona was struggling to keep her rather large breasts within the confines of her top, and losing the battle. She was forced to use one hand to sort of pinch the material together, and kept asking if we had anything like a safety pin to help her out. (We didn't, and I wouldn't have offered one if I had. I was shy, but not a fool.) Eileen thought Fiona's plight funny, that is until she caught me staring at her crotch. Her suit had no protective material there, and once the suit was wet it was virtually transparent. I was stunned to see her cunt lips pressed against the wet material, shielded only in part by her dark pubic hair, and once wet that thinned out so much that no matter what Eileen tried, her cunt was visible in its entirety. What kept the girls from leaving the water and grabbing towels to cover themselves was the protruding bulge in my own bathing trunks which apparently fascinated them as much as I was by them. And for a time the three of us sort of stood still and gawked at one another. After a minute or so, a kind of truce was established, and we resumed our swimming with me taking the casual look, but not making any comment on Fiona's lovely tits; most of which kept almost springing free, or Eileen's cunt, which was a magnet to my eyes. (It was the first pussy I'd ever seen close up. I had seen one while peeping through some windows as I drove about one Saturday night the previous spring, but while it provided me with hours of masturbatory pleasure, it wasn't anywhere as close to my person as Eileen's was.) I should add that there was absolutely no touching -- at least on my part. After a while Eileen and Fiona got playful, dunking one another. That's where I got a glimpse of Eileen's left tit. In fact, Fiona actually reached into her top and plucked it out while Eileen screamed with laughter and promptly returned the favor while I gawked happily. Eventually the girls complained that they were turning into prunes and left the water, picked up their towels and dried themselves off as best they could. "Do we have to go back to the tent?" Eileen asked. I can't tell you how many different erotic thoughts ran through my 18 year old brain at those words. But I answered quickly enough, and I didn't stammer or stutter either. "I know a nice little clearing in the woods," and I pointed over to our left. Both girls looked but couldn't see anything through the thick foliage. "Where?" Fiona asked, obviously interested. "I'll have to show you," I said. "Let's pick up our things in case someone else comes down here." I led the way to a little clearing I discovered the previous summer. There was no clear-cut path and I warned them to hold the occasional branch so that the one following didn't get smacked in the face. They followed me without question, and soon enough we were some 250 feet from the lake shore; a distance that would allow us to make some noise without being heard; I told the girls not to yell or scream and we'd be left alone. We spread our towels out and lay down to get some sun. Being from the city, we all wanted to return from Connecticut with some sense of a tan and so settled into a lethargic, almost sleepy mode until Fiona began tapping Eileen on the shoulder. Eileen, half asleep asked, "What's the matter, is there a bug on me?" "No," Fiona said quickly as she sat up allowing her right breast to peek out at me. "I have to pee." "Oh," Eileen replied, "Well I do too."They both looked at me as if I could tell them where the nearest bathroom was. "Umm, we're in the woods, we don't have any place to go, unless you go in the woods." "Yeah, okay," Fiona said as she casually adjusted her peeping breast back into her top. My mind worked faster than usual and provided me with the perfect excuse for being able to watch both of them pee. "Umm, Eileen ... listen, if you go into the woods you better watch out for the poison ivy." "Poison ivy!" both exclaimed. "Yeah, the shit's everywhere. Do you know what it looks like?" "NO!" they said together. I walked to the edge of the clearing, not the way we'd come in, but the other side and pointed to the nearest greenery. "There, that's poison ivy ... and," pointing to another vine that seemed to be everywhere, "that's poison oak. 'Yuck!" Eileen gulped. "Hey, I really gotta go," Fiona complained. "I do too," I said adding fuel to the fire. (It was true, I did have to go.) My statement apparently registered differently with the girls. I caught the look they gave one another and wondered what they were thinking. I found out a moment later. "We'll go if you go first," Eileen said, trying to sound innocent, but her eyes were locked in on my boner. I didn't wait for Fiona to agree. "Well if you think it's all right," I said, waiting a beat for any objection from Fiona. I lowered my trunks and my dick sprang out and pointed skyward. (Oh, how I miss that effect today, but I lost that particular spring many Springs ago. Although I would add that my tool still functions as well as ever; just with a little less bounce.) Both Eileen and Fiona's eyes all but bulged out of their respective heads. "OH!" Fiona gasped. "It's only that big because he has to go so bad," Eileen said, speculatively. "But it is big, isn't it?" It was big all right. So big I couldn't piss. I turned red, embarrassed that having exposed myself to the girls I couldn't make it piss. "It ... it doesn't want to go," I said lamely. "That's okay, I'll go," Fiona said, pulling the crotch of her bathing suit to one side and squatting, she let fly. I had heard the expression, "Like a cow pissing on a flat rock," but had never thought of it in this context, but that's exactly what it sounded like. Neither girl seemed to think it unusual, so I didn't offer a comment. It seemed Fiona took a hell-of-a-long time to finish, and then Eileen did exactly the same as Fiona had, pulling the material to one side and letting go a stream of piss that had me spellbound. "Your turn, Jack, Eileen said, and not having any tissue with which to wipe herself, she just smoothed the material over her cunt. This action made the bathing suit adhere even tighter to her flesh and her cunt lips more visible than ever. I realized that I still had my dick in my hand and silently nodded at them, turning my body so as to face them, let it rip. To the girls it must have looked like I was holding a hose as my urine arced through the air only to spatter amongst the foliage and poison ivy. You can imagine my surprise when Eileen's hand darted out and grabbed my dick and began laughing and waving it around as I pissed. Fiona was bent over, holding her sides as she laughed hysterically. And when Eileen directed the stream of piss at her best friend, splattering the golden stream directly on her pussy, we were hopelessly over any means of protesting what followed. Fiona shrieked just as I reclaimed my appendage and without thinking sent the last of the flow at Eileen, catching her on the hand and wrist. It was Eileen's turn to shriek as Fiona and I roared with justified laughter. After we calmed down and Eileen stopped cursing me, it occurred to us that we had better return to the lake and wash off the urine. Once in the water, the girls took turns handling my dick, which of course hardened with each touch. I was allowed to touch them as I saw fit, and did, fondling and squeezing their tits and even rubbing their respective pussies. And when I felt I was getting close to ejaculating, I warned them, only to have them excitedly tell me they wanted to see me do it. Now I've always had a fertile imagination, and it served me quite well then. "Let's go back into the woods. You'll have a better look," I said and got no argument from either girl. Once we were back in our little oasis, I dropped my trunks to my ankles and said, "Who wants to go first?" They looked at one another, and Fiona pointed at Eileen as if telling her to go first, which she did. "I should get something out of this too, don't you think?" I said as Eileen's hand closed down on my shaft. "What do you want?" Eileen said. "You're not putting that thing in either of us," Fiona said firmly. "Well, how about me putting a finger in you?" "Okay," Fiona said so quickly I was astonished. Realizing that this might be difficult to accomplish standing up, Eileen sat down on her towel, pulling me down with her. (I'll let you picture how she managed that.) Fiona, not wanting to miss a thing, promptly sat next to me and pulled the crotch of her bathing suit to one side, granting me access to her pussy. I knew one thing for certain. I was going to cum quickly. There was no getting around it, so I sent my middle finger toward Fiona's slit while Eileen began jerking me off. Fiona guided me into her pussy and that was all she wrote. I exploded the moment I felt her heated flesh. Eileen eeked in surprise and Fiona shrieked as my dick pulsed and spewed out line after line of pasty, semi-transparent white cream; some of which landed on Eileen's wrist and hand, the remainder hit the grass and the towel we were sitting on. Both girls wanted to taste my sperm, and while they did, I got to finger Fiona to the point that she began humping back at my hand and, I believe to this day, had at least a mini-orgasm. I believe this because when she'd finished, Eileen insisted that I do her too. I did, but without the same result, although I think she enjoyed my finger as it tickled her fancy. Minutes later, without a word from any of us about what had just happened, we picked up our belongings and headed back to the tent. That night I heard them whispering to one another after everyone had gone to sleep. I couldn't help but jerk off as they giggled and whispered, wondering if they were going to call me to their bed. They didn't, and after that weekend, I never saw Fiona again. Eileen was another matter. We would meet again, but that's another story.