Chapter 7

Andrea's Saturday night was even wilder than Ginny's. She had met two guys in the village who had a weekend cabin. It was not difficult for them to read Andrea's messages. She was putting them out in spades and the two bachelors had picked up what she had laid down. Andrea couldn't have been happier.

An hour or two of wandering through Bass Lake Village had told her all she wanted to know about the action there. She knew the routine. You looked in all the windows, let everybody see you swing your ass and strut your stuff, then you popped into the penny arcade or the soda shop and you took your choice of guys on the make.

She had picked Dave Harrison and Jack Benson, both with summers to burn, no responsibility, no money worries, no dates. Dave was eighteen, long dark hair and mustache, and Jack was nineteen, with blond, shoulder-length hair and sandaled feet. They told Andrea that they had another buddy due up, Tom Penross, who wailed on guitar, but he wouldn't be there until next week.

"In the meantime, our pad's outta sight and if you like to swing we got the thing," said Jack, his blue eyes promising what Andrea was looking for.

"You're on, Jack," Andrea said and before the day was out, the two guys were calling her "Andy."

They had picked up some groceries at the local market, some beer, vodka, cola and soda, juices, and crackers. Andrea had had no trouble shaking the other camp members she was with. They all wanted to explore the edges of town and most of them would go back that night, she knew. Most of the counselors would be there that afternoon and stay till late evening, but by that time she hoped she would be safely ensconced in the cabin with the two dudes she had luckily encountered.

The cabin was on a paved road but fairly remote. Its lot bordered on the National Forest so there were no prying neighbors. At least Dave reassured her that this was so. It was made from prefabricated logs and had two floors. Upstairs was a large loft-like bedroom with water beds and animal rugs. Downstairs they had a living room and a kitchen, small, cozy, a fireplace, a couch that made up into a bed and lots of ashtrays.

"Wait'll old Tom gets here," Jack said. "He plays a wild guitar and he's bringing another key of grass. You smoke grass?"

"Sure," said Andrea, exulting in her good fortune. "Got any?"

Dave fished in his denim jacket for a Marlboro pack, brought it out and took out a joint. He lit it, dragged deeply on it, held the smoke in and passed it to Andrea. She did the same and passed it to Jack.

"Welcome to our humble abode," grinned Dave. "We're going to have some party!"

Andrea was delighted with the cabin. She felt snug and free for the first time since she had come to the camp. It had been the same way last year only with some older men. They hadn't smoked grass but they had plenty of booze and some porno films that had really turned her on. Jack and Dave though didn't need any such things. They were studs in their own right. Dave was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, Levi jacket and desert boots. Jack wore multicolored flares, a red shirt and wore sandals. Andrea thought he was cute. Dave was heavier but had a nice smile. She could see the bulge in their pants when they walked and she liked that. Dave dressed his cock on the right, she noticed and Jack, on the left. She always looked at a man's bulge and made no bones about it. She couldn't wait to bring those pricks out of their pants and make them grow in her hand and in her mouth.

They took a long time to finish the joint, chatting about their lives and their interests. Dave's father owned the cabin, she found out. He was an insurance executive and Dave was in college. Jack's father owned a construction company and his own airplane. Jack went to the same college as Dave and they were fraternity brothers. They were delighted with Andrea who seemed more hip than the chicks they knew. They just couldn't figure out why she was in camp instead of having a ball all the time.

"It's my one concession to squaresville," she told them. "This is going to be my last year. I had to bring my girl friend Ginny up because her folks and my folks got this hair up their asses. It's a drag, but Ginny's okay. I'll try to bring her with me next weekend. She's probably bored stiff by now."

"Hell, go get her now," said Jack, who was slightly high already. "Make a foursome out of it."

"No way, Dad. I'm not going back to that camp until I have to. We don't need her anyway. I can handle both of you."

"Wow," said Dave. "Outta sight! Did you hear that, Jack?"

"Yeah, let's get it on."

Andrea was a natural show-off and loved to pretend. With boys egging her on, she was in her element. She stood up in the middle of the room and began to do an impromptu dance, moving her body in a provocative manner as the guys ogled her. Her sinuous form was displayed to advantage as she pirouetted around the rusticly furnished room. They began clapping their hands in unison as she whirled to and fro, her tight pants giving them a fine view of her lovely curves.

Jack got up in the middle of the dance and put on an Elton John cassette and Andrea picked up on the beat of "Honky Cat," a wild number that she moved with like a dervish. She let her arms rise high in the air as she twirled, then reached down to her waist and began pulling up the navy blue blouse, slowly, until she had taken it completely off. She tossed it to Jack with a flourish and he laughed and slapped his thighs.

In white bra and powder blue capris, she jogged to the beat, flinging out her chest so that her breasts strained the bra almost to bursting. Wild yells greeted her cavorting and she smiled with pleasure.

She began pushing down her capris while the boys applauded and yelled "take it off!" She pushed the waist down past her bare tummy and the boys got a glimpse of red panties. They whooped and hollered still more. "Take it off!" they yelled, "take it all off!" Andrea ground her hips and danced closer to them, pushing out her crotch at them as she pushed the capris still further down. The pants slid down past her crotch and the boys could see the dark patch where her pubic hairs gathered over her pussy.

Dave began panting like a dog and making licking sounds with his mouth. His tongue came out and licked salaciously over his lips. Jack howled like a wolf. Encouraged and delighted, Andrea slid out of the capris like a practiced ecdysiast. Now she was wearing only bra and panties and tennis shoes. She kicked these off, her legs going high in the air like a can-can girl.

"Whoooee," hollered Dave, "would you look at that! That's some foxy chick, man!"

"Right on!" echoed Jack.

Andrea took a wide circle in the room to show off her best points. Her rounded ass bounced like a red rubber ball as she cantered before them. Her breasts rose and fell with the exertion of breathing. Andrea's eyes glazed. She seemed to be in a world of her own. The music poured through the cabin through stereo speakers, lending a pagan atmosphere to the situation. Andrea continued to dance in hedonistic abandon, her moves becoming more and more provocative.

Urged on by Jack and Dave, Andrea began vamping like a stripper in a waterfront dive, bending down to the floor, then popping up, her breasts outthrust, her legs spread wide to show the width of her cunt underneath the flaming red panties. She made gestures toward her pussy, swooping her hands up from her knees to a frame just in front of her crotch. She rubbed her body with her hands as though taking a shower and the boys could hardly contain themselves.

"Take your bra off," yelled Jack. "Yeah, take the fucking thing off," giggled Dave. "Let's see those boobs, baby!"

Andrea gave a hearty laugh and shook her finger in the gesture of a "no no" but then reached her arms, behind her back to the clasp. She unsnapped her bra and began dancing with it, snapping it like a whip, then twirling it around her half-naked body. She drew it up between her legs and threw it around her neck like a fur. She used it as a blindfold and as an apron. She put it over her full ripe breasts, holding it there for a few seconds before she pulled it away letting her jugs fall free.

She bounced around the room with a fervor, laughing and humming along with the music of Elton John's album. Finally, Dave couldn't stand it any longer. He jumped up and grabbed Andrea in his arms and began to dance with her while Jack cheered them both on. Andrea really turned them on. The marijuana and the music had gone to her head. She rubbed her flesh against Dave's thighs, then pranced away while he held onto her hands as best he could. She put her box against his bulge and felt it tauten like a stretched hauser, hardening at her wisp of a touch.

She knew she had them. She exulted in the expression of her body and in the power she held over the two males. She seemed to become a part of the music. It flowed through her and activated her coital motions. She devised an impromptu tango and bent backward, dragging Dave over her luscious body. The bulge in his pants was larger now, his tumescence evident. She teased it, running a hand lightly across it, tweaking at his balls, squeezing the tip of his cock with two fingers just to make it grow even larger. Her touch was expert.

"Hey, this gal's all right," Dave said, giddy as a tipsy sailor. "She comes on like a real monster woman!"

"Right on," said Jack, enjoying the voyeur's role.

"You boys turn me on," Andrea said breathlessly. "I could do this all day."

"Or something else, huh?" from Dave.

"Anything," she said. "Anything at all!"

"Jesus," said Jack.

"What a mother!" under-lined Dave.

Andrea finally pushed away the bulky Dave and he reeled over, laughing, to plop beside Jack. Then she began peeling her panties down, putting them at half mast. The boys could see just the top fringes of her pubic hair. Her belly button and rounded tummy began moving as she started a series of bumps and grinds a la Candy Barr. There was hair under her armpits, signals that they read well as she flung her arms straight up and moved toward them, her hips swaying, her legs stepping out long as her body arched backward.

"Hey, she's great, isn't she, Jack?"

"The greatest!" he answered.

"Take it off, Andy," said Jack. "Let's let it all hang out!"

Andrea looked at both of them with a salacious smile. She was very close to them, no more than two feet away. Suddenly she stopped dancing and stood there, panting, her breasts heaving.

Jack and Dave sucked in their breaths, awed by the beauty of her as she stood there motionless.

She slipped out of her panties like some wood nymph about to bathe in a quiet mountain stream. As if on cue, the music stopped at the end of the cassette.

There wasn't a sound in the room except the heavy breathing of the three people there. Andrea looked at Jack, then at Dave. She looked them in the eyes. They looked at her eyes, then theirs traveled down her slender graceful body, taking in every curve, every mound, every line.

Two pairs of eyes riveted on her fluffy thatch of hair. She was standing with her weight on one leg, the other stepped forward slightly. Her hands were on her hips, like a model's. There was the hint of a smile on her lips and her eyes glinted with a promised passion. Still, there was no sound from either of the boys.

Finally, Andrea spoke! "Well," she said, "you see it. Who wants it first? Or do you both want me at once?"

"I'll be damned," said Jack, his blue eyes twinkling.

"Geezus," murmured Dave, his mouth dry.

Andrea broke into a smile and reached out a slender arm.

"Which one will it be?" she asked.

Dave sat there like a stone. Jack gulped and reached out for her. He put his hand in hers and she pulled him up, then drew him close to her. He wet his lips and stared at her, not believing what was happening. Then she put her hands on his crotch and felt the partially soft penis underneath.

"You want to play?" she asked.

Jack nodded. As he stood there, she began fondling his genitals. They changed shape, his cock growing hard as her fingers caressed his scrotum and prick. Dave still sat there, watching, his own cock swelling in his jeans. He knew it was going to be Jack first and he was glad. Jack was older and Jack deserved her. But he wanted her too. In the worst way. He was just too stunned to say or do anything just then. He was fascinated by the way Andrea was handling his friend's crotch. She was bold and she was good. She had the most beautiful body he had ever seen. He had laid a lot of chicks but he had hardly ever seen their bodies up close like that, in the daylight. Andrea was a vision, like one of those foldouts in the men's magazines. She seemed to be bigger than life and he could scarcely believe his eyes.

She moved in the silence of the room like the shadow of a dancer, in slow motion. She had established the rite of her sexuality during the dance and now she was reaping the reward at Jack's trousers and with his body. He stood there, transfixed, looking deep into her eyes, past to her dark raven hair, and beyond, into a world of sensual excitements that he had never glimpsed before. All the while, she was at his manhood with her fingers, molding it with a curved palm, extending it with a feathery touch that made his skin prickle.

The zipper being unzipped made a noise in the room like a door buzzer. Jack was not even aware, at first, that she was in his undershorts with her hand, fishing his horn-hard cock out into the open. Another move of hers, while he was still caught up in her spell like a statue, unbuckled his belt, letting his trousers fall around his knees. Before he knew what was happening, she had dropped to her knees before him. He looked down and saw her looking up at him like a beseeching maiden, still with an assurance that kept him silent and off balance.

"I'm going to suck you," she said softly.

Jack nearly ejaculated right then. He felt a twinge in his cock and a spark through his loins that made his legs go weak.

Then she was at him, like a huntress come upon her prey. She opened her mouth like some carnivorous flower and devoured his rigid member with a hunger that surprised him. She took it deep into her throat with one swallow. Lights lit up in his head and his knees bent with weakness. He thought of foggy nights in San Francisco and young wet dreams of adolescence. He thought of the ocean and its wet sucking shore, the mist that swirls up around the rocks, dampening hair, body, and soul. He thought of his first kiss and his first sex, of all the fine girls he had known and was likely to know. He thought of everything and everyone, and nothing compared to this girl, Andrea, who had taken his manhood into her mouth and throat and was even now blotting out all the old memories.

Dave watched in disbelief and awe. He had never believed a girl could take a cock and bury it that deep in her throat. But Andrea was doing it to Jack. She had taken him up to the nuts and didn't even blink an eye. No strain, no pain, he thought. Geezus, but this couldn't be real. But it was.

Andrea sucked Jack's cock with a tenderness that surprised him. He looked down at her innocent face, marveling at her calmness. Her cheeks were sunk in, her lips full pursed over that swollen purple shaft of his.-He felt his juices surging to the fore, ready to burst into her mouth and splash her throat. He put his hands on her head, slipping them over her dark hair, feeling her powerful womanness through his fingers. Then he found himself jamming his cock into her head, not caring if he hurt her or not. He couldn't help himself. The feel of her tongue on the tip of his prick was almost too much to bear. She was holding his shaft in her hands and squeezing the mushroomed warhead while her tongue pried at the tiny hole like a hummingbird at a honey feeder.

If Jack thought Andrea would be disconcerted over his ramrod technique, he was mistaken. She took this as a sign of eagerness and only took what he had, seemingly able to ask for more. His cock slid in and out of her deep throat with no problem. It was wet with her own saliva and his precoital juices. Jack began making shorter strokes and faster ones as his excitement mounted. "Lord, Andy, I'm going to come," he gasped.

Andrea nodded her head and sucked his cock all the harder.

"I'll be damned," muttered Dave, who by now had unzipped his own trousers so that his cock could be free of confinement. It was rigid as he waited his turn.

"I'm coming now," said Jack, his body humped over in an odd position, knees bent, head flung back.

Andrea sucked him deep into her throat and felt his body shudder. A second later, clouds of sperm shot into her throat. She gagged, but kept swallowing. She sucked and sucked on his pecker until she had drained the last of his cum. Then she released her mouth's hold on him and looked up, smiling. "Take a rest, Jack, while I do Dave and then we'll really get it on," she said.

Jack shook his head in disbelief. He half staggered back to the couch, never taking his eyes from Andrea. "You're something else," he said. "I mean you have to be the greatest. You are!"

"Come here, Dave, or don't you want a blow job?" Andrea kidded, not answering Jack's comments.

Dave got up with alacrity and walked over to Andrea who was still kneeling on the floor.

"My," she said, "you've got a beautiful big one there. I don't know if I can handle it or not."

"Aw, come on, Andy," Dave said, whining, "try it. It's not that big!"

"I was just kidding," she smiled. "The bigger they are, the better I like them."

"Geezus," Dave said dumbly. "Outta sight!"

Andrea put her hand on Dave's stiff pecker and squeezed it. Then she ran her fingers down its length as though she were fingering a flute. The cock bounced higher as it stiffened even more. A dribble of precoital fluid seeped through the hole and Andrea took her finger to it, smearing it around the head of his cock before taking the organ into her mouth.

Jack watched as had Dave while Andrea performed fellatio once more. Dave very nearly prematurely ejaculated into Andrea's mouth, so exquisite did it feel as she sucked his cock into her warm wet mouth. The fact was that Dave's prick was larger than Jack's but he had not had as much sexual experience as his friend. He had only had one blow job in his life and that was at night. It had been nothing like this, but merely the girl's way of showing her affection for him through a minor bit of foreplay. Andrea seemed to enjoy cocksucking just for itself. It seemed to give her as much pleasure as it gave him. He wondered how a girl born of wealthy parents, with good breeding, had gotten to like oral sex so much. She was experienced, he could tell that. The way her tongue wound around the head of his dick almost brought him to his knees. Like he had seen Jack do, he took Andrea's head in his hands and moved closer to her, leaning back slightly so that his cock jutted out more. He still couldn't figure out how she could take all of him down into her throat without strangling to death, but that's what she was doing. She slid that curved set shaft of his down deep, swallowed it even deeper, then slid it back out again until the head just fit into her pursed lips. Her performance was perfect.

She had beautiful lips, too. They were full and perfectly formed. She made him tingle all over. He could almost feel his sperm boiling in his sac ready to explode into her mouth. He looked back at Jack and grinned sheepishly. A moment later he was watching Andrea again. He was content to stand there and let her suck him as she had Jack, but that was not her intention. Suddenly, she spit his prick out of her mouth and bent backward, extending her legs so that she was lying flat on the floor.

"Get over me," she told him. "I want you to fuck me in the mouth."

Dave straddled her face then, his blood racing. She pulled him down on her and swallowed his cock again. She pushed it out. "Fuck me in the mouth, Dave. Fuck me good. Fuck me until you come," she pleaded.

Dave needed no encouragement. He leaned over her and began pumping up and down, his cock sliding easily in and out of Andrea's mouth. She sucked him hard with each plunge. She tongued him on the upswing. He began fucking her face faster and faster, losing control as spasms of raw pleasure surged through his entire body. "Oh, man," he moaned, "I can feel it. I'm about to shoot."

Andrea sucked him harder, pulled him deeper into her throat.

"Now, geezus," he said, feeling his juices boil up and begin to climb through his rod.

Andrea held the head of his member in her mouth a moment, then, just as he ejaculated, she sucked him deep. He popped off, his body shaking all over. His cum shot into her and he could feel her swallow. She sucked him dry as she had Jack and he withdrew, the head of his penis tender with a sudden pain.

"Oh, thanks, Andy," he croaked. "That was so damned good."

Andrea wiped cum off her mouth and rolled over on her tummy, then hunched up, until she was standing again. She helped Dave get up off his knees. She patted his shrinking cock gently and smiled at both boys.

"Well," she said. "I dug both of you. I hope you're happy."

"Oh, yes," the boys chorused.

"Wild, man," said Jack.

"Outta sight," said Dave.

"Now," she said. "I'd like a drink and a cigarette before I let you guys fuck me in my pussy."

Jack got a hard-on at that. Dave mixed screwdrivers for the three of them while Andrea began toying with Jack's cock. They smoked another joint and rapped about the cabin and the mountains for a few moments. When Andrea had finished her drink, she pushed Jack and Dave off the couch and lay down, her long legs spread wide.

"Are you ready, Jack?" she asked.

"Damn sure," he said.

"Then, fuck me, baby. Fuck me good."

Jack mounted her. She helped guide his swollen prick to her cunt. He went in easily and began pumping in and out. Andrea pumped her self, completely relaxed, her eyes half closed. She was enjoying the shaft plumbing her depths. She beckoned for Dave to come near. She grabbed his peter and began jacking it slowly as she fucked Jack.

"You're class, Andrea," Jack said. "Real class."

"I'm glad you enjoy it," she said.

Jack gave her all he had and it was not long before he ejaculated inside her. Then Dave mounted her for his turn and fucked her while she played with Jack's shrunken cock. It grew hard again after a while. She pulled him into her mouth just before Dave came and sucked him until he ejaculated once more into her throat. Afterwards, she dressed and they lit another joint.

"That takes care of today," she said. "Now, I hope you guys will be ready for me again tonight. There are still some things we haven't tried yet and I'm in the mood for a lot of sex!"

"You're really something," Jack said. "I can't get over it."

"I think you guys are the wildest," she laughed. "I haven't been fucked this good since I can't remember when. And just think, we've got the whole weekend."

"Right on," said Dave, feeling a tug at his trousers again.