Chapter 5
"Let's get out of here for a while," I said to Jenny the next morning. Breakfast had been a tense affair with unspoken recriminations polluting the air between us. "Let's take a trip, a second honeymoon, we could go some place where nobody goes and just be ourselves for a while. What do you say?" I leaned over the table and stared at her with bated breath. Everything depended on her answer. If she refused me this time I could do nothing but throw in the towel. She looked seriously at me for a few seconds and then her face broke into a wide smile.
"Oh Richard, that's a wonderful idea! Yes, let's do it right away. I need a change of scenery as much as you do." I made a few phone calls while she packed our gear and within hours we were on the way. It felt great to be driving down the highway with two weeks of unmitigated leisure staring us in the face. Jenny looked happier than I'd seen her in quite a while and I could feel my soul resurrecting itself from the rubble already. We had decided to go to Lake George with our camping gear to rough it, no TV, no innerspring mattress, just us and mother nature.
It had been years since we had done anything as rash as this and when we found the right spot we were' flush with a sense of adventure. I pitched the tent and Jenny set up a grate over an open fire enclosed by rocks, and before long we had our home away from home in operation. The smell of coffee and sausages blended with the fragrance of pine needles and the song of birds. It was close to evening by this time, the sun was setting over the vast lake just a few yards from our camp site, colored beams shot the woods through with a dazzling radiance, and the sight of Jenny attending to the fire and the cooking food made me yearn for her with an animal lust. We still had on our city clothes, Jenny in her slacks and cardigan and me in casual pants and shoes, and I decided we had no need for any of the trappings of civilization. These forests were large enough to absorb people for any length of time, the chances of our running into other campers were small, and so it wouldn't trouble anyone else if we ran through these woods naked as savages.
When she brought my food over she found me sitting naked on a tree stump. "Why, Richard!" she exclaimed. "You look terrific like that!" She set the food down on a small card table and removed her own clothes before she sat down to eat. She pulled up a director's chair opposite me and sat with her legs open just a little way so I could look right up her alley. We began to eat with relish. The fresh air had made us hungry and now our passions were consuming calories as fast as we ingested them. We really had to tuck into our food. I kept staring at her, those full tits dangling when she bent forward to take a mouthful, the firm, sturdy thighs, the full flesh of her shanks and the little jungle covering her pussy, all of it looked very sensual to me in this different light. I saw her as a woman now, not my wife but a female annual, and as I scoffed my food and washed it down with coffee my mind began to think of what I ought to do with her.
She stared at me as hard as I stared at her. When my cock began to rise she began to squirm about in her chair and when she stood up to refill my cup I noted the small wet patch left on the canvas. Her buttocks quivered freely, flouncing from side to side with every step and folding in to the side slightly just to make my hands itch with longing for her. My cock resembled a dog begging for food at this stage and Jenny was very careful to avoid it when she passed the hot coffee to me.
"Now," I said when all the food was gone, "let's fuck!"
"Wait till I clean the dishes," said Jenny, teasing me just to make me more eager.
"I'm not waiting for anything!" I swept the card table out of the way and made a jump for her but she was out of her chair in a flash and by the time I recovered my balance she was running through the woods. She looked like a nymph of old, fully fleshed, her dark hair streaking after her as she ran barefoot through the trees. I was after her in a flash, galloping like Pan! She was a good runner but her tits and ass slowed her down enough for me to catch her, and when I was close enough I leaped at her and brought her down with a copybook tackle. She squealed and struggled and the two of us rolled about on the carpet of leaves and pine needles, not caring about the faint stinging sensations or the crackling of dead foliage. I wanted her, she wanted me, that was all that mattered.
In the course of this struggle I quickly inserted my finger into her pussy to get her temperature and moist-ness and found both to be in order. She was ready to go right away. This was no place for foreplay, animals didn't mess with kisses and oral-genital contact, they planted the female of the species with their hard cocks and fucked until the job was done! I got on top of her and kept her legs open by placing mine between hers. Jenny was panting and flushed and when she saw how close my cock was to penetrating her she stopped fighting at once. Her hands reached down and fondled my erection tenderly before guiding it into her body. Her cunt seemed to open up for as long as it took to swallow me- and then it closed down all about my cock, hugging and squeezing it within its soft, moist confines to make me feel right at home.
Dusk fell rapidly as we fucked. The birds retired, there wasn't a sound except for the rustling our bodies created on the forest floor. A soft dimness made everything vague and sensual. When I looked at Jenny it was like seeing her ten years ago, that girlishly pretty face, the ready smile, her tousled locks. I caressed her fulsome breasts with my sensitive palms and recalled the thrill of touching them for the first time. She said she wanted to get on top for a spell and I willingly rolled us both over. Now the needles and leaves pricked at my back but that merely added to the pleasure of the whole situation. The mystery of dusk, the silence, the freshness of the still air, and my woman on top of me riding ever so slowly as she savored the full glide of my cock along her cuntal walls, it all added up to a contentment of unfathomable depth. I rested my hands on her ass and felt the imprint of a thousand pine needles indenting her flesh. But that couldn't take away from the slow, sensual shudder of her buttocks when she landed and gnashed her pubic bone into mine. I closed my eyes and let my thoughts wander in whatever direction they wanted to go so as to take my concentration off the delicious feelings her pussy transmitted through my dick. Let it happen all by Itself. I only wanted to lie there and abandon myself to nature.
We fucked for a long time that evening. It was pitch black in the forest when we finally strolled back to our camp and rekindled the fire. Nothing needed to be said. For the first time in ages we had satisfied the other's need completely. We smoked our, cigarettes and looked into the dancing flames, listened to the lake suck at the shoreline, and when we got the energy to get into our double sleeping bag we drifted to sleep in minutes.
The rising sun brought a glorious new day into being. I got up and stretched like a lion, naked, facing the sun, squinting against its brightness. It had been a warm night and the sleeping bag had been designed for colder climes. The sweat of the night had to be rinsed off and the best way to do that was to jump into the lake. With Jenny close behind me I ran to the shore and dove in. Cool water engulfed me, cleaning me in a second and caressing me sensually.
"This is the life," sighed Jenny when we were draped over the rocks behind our camp site, toasting our bodies under the sun. "We'd have to be crazy to ever go back, Richard. This is the place where I can find my head again, it has everything I need ... solitude, wilderness, tranquility, everything!"
"The same goes for me," I agreed. "We won't stop until we are back in one piece. Think of it, Jenny, all that time together! I'm not going to let you out of my sight the whole time!"
"But Richard, I need some privacy in order to sort myself out," she protested. "I really don't want to hurt your feelings but it's very important to me to be alone now and then."
"Oh ... well, sure, I can understand that." I was disappointed but I didn't want to hurt her feelings either. Unwittingly, Jenny had made a lot of trouble for herself and, ultimately, for me, but neither of us knew that at the time. The trouble potential, so to speak, only became clear some hours later when we decided to take a walk in different directions. She put her walking boots, jeans, and plaid shirt on, I dressed in my swim suit, and off we went with the agreement to meet back at the camp by dinner time. While she tramped into the woods I struck out toward the center of the lake where a float had been moored by some chamber of commerce or another.
From the raft I could see most of the lake's shoreline. The far side of the lake was obscured by a faint mist but I could see the rest quite clearly. There wasn't a soul around, not a tent, not a camper, not even a kid! Glorious solitude. Perhaps Jenny was right, being alone would do us more good than clinging to each other for the whole time. We had to learn to function as individuals and yet always refer back to each other, at least if our marriage was to survive. Lying on the raft and soaking up the sun had the effect of making all the complications of real life seem trivial. My optimism rose with the temperature.
I dozed off for a little while and when I came to I imagined strange sounds. It sounded like twittering and then it was more like giggling! I looked all around me but couldn't see a thing. After inspecting the shore line closely I noticed that there was a piece of land jutting out so as to fold a bay into itself, obscuring it from my view. That was where the noises seemed to be coming from. By this time a sense of boredom had made me more receptive to stimuli, and I didn't hesitate to plunge overboard to swim toward the bay. It was a long haul, much longer than I had anticipated, and when I finally reached the shore there wasn't much I could do except pant.
Eventually I got the strength to creep through the undergrowth. The noise was louder now and easily identifiable. Humans produced it, young humans of the female variety, there was no mistaking it. When I rounded the last obstacle I saw what looked to be a feverish hallucination. If I had wished our second honeymoon to end in abysmal failure, this would have been the substance of my wish: some forty, fifty young girls all naked splashing about in the shallow waters of the inlet. I closed my eyes, shook my head until it rattled, and looked again. This was no mirage, it was real!
My first impulse was to flee. Perhaps I could catch up with Jenny and attach myself to her for the rest of our vacation. But once that silly impulse passed I moved in closer, taking care not to disturb the bashes too much, and I feasted my eyes on all that lovely young stuff playing about in the water. There were too many of them for rue to single out any one in particular. All I saw were bobbing little tits, a flash of snatch now and then, and cantaloupe buns that barely quivered even when the possessor stamped hard on the ground! I felt faint, a little dizzy, and every part of me except my cock went limp. It was as though all my blood and energy had been transferred to that small part of my body because I couldn't move yet my cock throbbed like a sore thumb.
An older woman sat in a deck chair by the side of the lake. A large clearing had been cut there and the grass was lush and thick. The girls' clothing had been strewn all over the place, all those delicious little panties-and trainer bras on display just for a droller like me! I moved through the bushes like an adept scout and made it to the back of the clearing without being spotted. Some clothes lay quite near me and when I was certain no one was watching I snatched up the panties and pressed them to my face. Ah, youth! A faint tang of womanhood mingled with baby powder and sweat, a heady blend that had my cock raring up and whinnying! I took the crotch of the panties into my mouth and sucked at them as if this would conjure up the pussy that had recently pressed against the material. But this only whetted my appetite more!
I prowled around the clearing hungrily, like a wolf waiting for a sheep to stray from the flock. They played and giggled and squealed, unaware that there was a man around to give their tits and ass a value they themselves wouldn't have put on it. The supervisor knitted and lolled in the sun. I kept staring at those young girls with their protrusive pubic mounds and their little dabs of hair growing between their legs, the bulging pussy lips sticking out so blatantly, the slender thighs and the round bottoms, or the tits of all sizes shining with wetness, and all those pretty, innocent faces. There had to be a conspiracy against my marriage! That was all I could come up with. How could I spend time with Jenny when I knew there were dozens of teenagers gamboling through the woods?
"All right, girls!" The supervisor clapped her hands. "Let's go now, time for lunch!" One by one the girls came out of the water and dried themselves with rough towels, bending over, touching parts of themselves that I would have gladly eaten, and I crouched among the bushes and tried not to play with myself. I was going to get me one of those tasty morsels before the day was out. I didn't know how I would do it but there was no doubt in my mind that I would soon be skewering one or another of those girls. When they put their T-shirts on I read that they were staying at Camp Moorehead, and judging by the age and size of the supervisor the camp wasn't far away. She waddled out of the clearing and the girls trailed behind her. Only the slowpokes were left behind to finish dressing.
As soon as the supervisor was out of sight a couple of girls produced cigarettes and had a smoke by the side of the lake. The others obviously disapproved but said nothing. There were three of them puffing on cigarettes, and they leaned against a tree trunk with an air of insolence about them. As the other girls were leaving, one of them turned to the smokers and yelled: "You girls are going to get into big trouble, wait and see!"
"Who's going to give it to us!" shouted one of the smokers. "Not you, you seedy little bitch!" The threesome laughed confidently and lit up another cigarette with the butt end of the first. I considered attacking them right away but something held me back. The girls were obviously a power in the camp and I didn't want to offend them in any way in case I needed something from them later. My mind was already formulating strategies by which to fuck the whole camp, just in case I was given a chance. So I made myself comfortable among the bushes and waited to see what the girls would do.
"Oh Jesus, I'm horny!" sighed one of the girls, an angelic looking little brunette who must have stood all of five feet tall. Coming from her mouth it sounded rather incongruous but it sent chills up my spine just the same. One of the others, a large 'girl with short-cropped blonde hair, nodded and said she felt horny, too, which left the third girl with no choice but to declare her own horniness. The third girl interested me most. She was a little black girl with her hair in cornrows and little ribbons that were still drying out from her splashing about in the lake. I had noticed her before she'd put her clothes on and her ass excited me beyond belief! The little white girls had delicious little buns that were rounded yet, in comparison to the black girl's, quite flat in profile. The black girl had two dark brown globes sticking out from the small of her back, an abrupt swelling of flesh that was cleft in two down the center and curved under to form a curly-haired pussy that made me drool just to look at it.
"Yeah, I think I'll beat off," said the brunette. She took her jeans and T-shirt off, puffed on her cigarette, and stuck her hand into her panties. I felt faint again. Her titties were bite-size, glorified nipples really, firm as muscle, and to see her with a cigarette stuck in her mouth and her hand groping about between her legs was more than I could take. I didn't know whether to blow or laugh! "How about you guys, are you going to beat off with me?"
"Sure," they said, and stuck their cigarettes into their mouth so they could undo their clothes too. I waited for the black girl's ass to reappear. Ah, there it was! Those firm half-globes of flesh pointing right at me, such perfect formations, leaning into each other so there was no spill-over into her thighs. She was a strong little thing, not an ounce of fat on her body, and when she turned again to prop herself against the tree I was m a position to appreciate her little black tits fully. They stuck up and away from each other, two small mounds tipped by black nipples that were extraordinarily large in proportion to her tits. Another puff of her cigarette, then she began to play with herself in earnest. She held the cigarette in one hand and rubbed her clitoris with one finger of the other, gazing out into the woods and silent. The biggest girl was also nude now and toying with her pussy idly. None of them was really approaching frenzy.
"Hey, let's have a contest," said the brunette. "The first one who comes wins a packet of cigarettes, what do you say?"
"How do we know who comes and who doesn't?" asked the black girl.
"We test her to see how wet she is."
"That's got nothing to -do with it." The black girl was obviously the rationalist in the group.
"Okay, then the wettest after ... five minutes wins." They all agreed to that. One by one they stubbed their cigarettes out and began to play with themselves more intently. And as they rotated their fingers over their clits and pinched at their nipples, they checked to see what the other was doing. When the big girl began to dip her finger into her pussy, for example, the other two quickly followed her lead; and when the black girl lay on her back and opened her legs wide to get more than one finger up herself, that caught on, too.
I was going quietly insane behind the bushes. Three pussies stared at me unblinkingly, each with reaming fingers in its mouth. The downy hairs, the pudgy lips, the hard little buttocks and tits, all reminded me of that hot night with Pru and office dalliances with Peggy. Yes, I preferred firm little girls to the soft, flesh of older women, I liked little titties and clenched pussies! I stared at the three girls playing with themselves and imagined all I'd do to them if I ever got one of them alone.
"Oooohhhhh, I'm coming!" groaned the big girl. Her hips moved up and down so that her ass pounded against the ground, and her two fingers slid in and out of her pussy so fast that they became a blur to me. I could hear her juices slopping about inside her cunt and I figured she was sure to win. The other two girls didn't say anything, they merely fingered themselves harder. And when the big girl rolled over on her side so she could fingerfuck herself from behind, the black girl and the brunette moved closer together and started to toy with the other's cunt. That really turned them both on. They kissed with rapid pecks and stroked the other's titties, tickled between the other's legs, and it wasn't long before they were clinching in a passionate embrace. The big girl was oblivious to everything but her fingers shoving their way into her cunt from behind. Her cheeks parted as the side of her hand slid deeper into the valley, pushing her flesh out of the way until it must have been caressing her asshole. She grunted and sweated and I was sure she had forgotten , all about the contest. The black and the brunette girl were just as indifferent to competition. They had maneuvered themselves into the sixty-nine position, the brunette flat on her back, the black girl hunched over her.
The big girl rolled over on her stomach and now one hand held her ass open while the other divided its thumb and fingers between her two orifices. The girls hurled and purled and small squeals issued forth as climaxes exploded deep down in their bodies. I was tugging at my cock as hard as they were making love. There was nothing I could do about it, the spirit had moved me beyond the point of return. Five minutes had long elapsed before the frantic action subsided, and only then did the big girl notice that her friends bad been intimate, more intimate than the rules of the game allowed.
"Not fair!" she cried, sitting up and lighting a cigarette all in the same tired motion. "Anyway, I know I'm the wettest so I win."
"Says you!" protested the black girl. "Here, feel how wet I am. Hell, I'm damn near drowning in the stuff!"
"And me!" added the brunette. The girls stuck fingers up the other's pussy and looked thoughtful as they tried to gauge the fluid content of each. The test only resulted in a quarrel and the big girl told the other two to fuck off, she was never going to speak to them again. The girls left her behind, and it looked as though the big girl intended to sulk a while before returning to the camp. That was all I had prayed for. As soon as the brunette and the black girl had gone I stepped out into the clearing.
"What you need is an impartial judge," I told the startled girl. She turned as white as a sheet and scrambled to her feet. "No, no, don't get up. I'll test you and then we work out if it is possible to get any wetter. If not, you win. the prize." I rubbed her prize suggestively and she stared at it in horror. She shook her head and her eyes filled with tears. She hadn't had much experience with men, evidently.
"No, mister, don't do it! We were only fooling around, I'm sorry if we gave you the wrong idea. Let me go, please, I'm late already!"
"I won't be long," I said. She tried to make a run for it but I was too quick for her. I grabbed her by the arms and gently laid her out on the thick grass. She stared up at me like a frightened animal and my cock throbbed all the harder for her fear. "Look, all I do is stick this into you and then I move it around, you'll feel pleasure, I'll feel pleasure, and then you can go have lunch. Now what's wrong with that?"
"Help!" she screamed. Her shrill voice echoed through the woods and I quickly clapped my hand over her mouth. I listened for a while to see if anyone was about to come to her rescue and when the forest remained silent I began again. I told her not to worry, I would do everything in my power to make her feel nice all over. She didn't believe me. Her eyes kept moving down to my cock, measuring it against the size of her cunt hole, and I could sympathize with her misgivings. My cock was as big and thick as it could get, throbbing ominously as it waited its turn. To distract her I took her into a tight embrace and kissed her on the lips. She was tense and her lips were stiff and unresponsive but I persisted. I forced my mouth hard against hers, pushing until she opened up a little, and then thrusting my tongue past her lips to brush along her teeth. She relented slightly, perhaps to humor me; I didn't care, just as long as I could get into her mouth! For the moment I cared only for French kissing and when I achieved my objective my cock swelled even more. It pressed against the upper part of her belly and rubbed its knob against her soft skin. The big girl didn't know what to do about that.
"Put your lips around my cock," I said softly. She looked at me as if I was crazy but I nodded in a friendly fashion, encouraging her to try it. If I had threatened her she might have resisted but my avuncular attitude left her with little to kick against. She bent over and touched my cock with her lips briefly, checked with me, and did it again. The blood beat violently in my cock, pressing at the veins as if they weren't big enough to contain so much virility! I let my hands slide along the girl's back, bending over until I had a good grip on her pert cheeks. How firm she was, how squeezable! Jenny was getting floppy but this girl was as Bard as rubber balls. She was still kissing my cock tentatively when I got the urge to stick my cock into something warm and wet, and she was completely taken by surprise when I shoved it down her throat.
"MMMGLLPPHHH!!" she protested. I drew back a little way but I held on to her head so her mouth would stay in place. Then my cock moved right back, shining with her spit, pulsing with life, and it slid back into her as smoothly as a shell slipping into the breach, Her eyes bulged and so did her cheeks but she understood that this was important to me, that I might get angry if she didn't do my bidding. I leaned back and closed my eyes, sensing the soft lips slithering down my cock and back up, feeling the suction on my glans, hearing her struggle to get ah- into her lungs.
"Now let me see how wet you are," I said, gently disengaging myself. She was so confused by this time that she let me sit her down in the grass with her legs wide open, and waited until I had stuck my finger right up her pussy. "Oh, very good! You're dripping wet! Do you mind if I have a taste?" She shook her head but I could tell she didn't know what was happening. I took her by the knees and lifted her legs so she ended up lying flat on her back with her legs in the air. Her pussy stretched open and her pink inner flesh bulged out like stuffing. Now her cunt hole became visible, a slit within her slit, pink and gleaming in the sun, so small that even the tip of my tongue had trouble getting in. I did my best to loosen her up a bit before I began to fuck her but it was hard to tell whether that had much effect. She couldn't seem to catch up with her body somehow. She was wet, her nipples were hard, but her face expressed little except awe.
With my face buried between her legs I didn't much care how she felt. If she was near enough to being a woman she'd enjoy herself; and if she wasn't I would just have to enjoy myself alone. Her pussy was delicious, a small, chubby cunt that was made to be eaten. I stuck my tongue up her as far as it would go and moved it around inside her while my nose nudged at her clitoris. She knew what a clitoris was for. Pretty soon her body began to move from side to side, uncomfortably squirming in the lush grass as she sought to find relief from the emotions building up inside her. I didn't give her a chance to escape the orgasm I was putting together for her. My fingers worked her pussy over .as thoroughly as my tongue did, stroking her and fingering her, prying into her asshole and sticking my tongue in right after, spreading her plentiful fluids about her ass and belly, and generally turning her into a sex bomb. Yes, she loved it! The confusion left her face and in its place came a blissful contentment. She liked to be fingered especially and to give her a real thrill I stuck my finger right into her snatch. She gave a little jump and a cry but then she settled down to the kind of love I was making.
My thumb moved in and out of her easily. Her muscles had loosened up, her mind had, too, and when I pushed at her asshole with the index finger on the same hand her sphincters gave without much resistance. When I had both fingers stuck deep up her ass I began to masturbate her dually, adding my other hand to the fun so I could titillate her clitoris as well. "Oooooooowwwww!" I heard her moan, sounding like a dog in heat. "Oooohhh nooooooo!!! That's too nice, stop it, stop it!" Of course I stepped up my fingering, ramming both of them up her orifices and knuckling her clitoris until she couldn't take it anymore. She struggled to get away from the delicious agony by pushing herself backward along the grass, but I followed her at once. As much as she was enjoying herself she had trouble accommodating so much pleasure in so little tune. But when I forced it on her she accepted it and promptly began to climax like a new volcano.
While she writhed about in the grass, grabbing at her little tits and uttering tiny shrieks of joy, I got on top of her and aimed my swollen knob at her dripping pussy. She hardly noticed at first, so busy was she with her new experiences, but when I pushed down hard on her she suddenly stopped in mid-cry and once again she eyed me with a mixture of fear and fright. "Be careful!" she pleaded, her hands coming up as if to protect herself from me. I pushed down another inch and she froze. "OOOOWWWWWWWW!!" she yelled. "GET OFF, GET OFF, THAT HURTS! OH JESUS, MY THING IS ON FIRE!! TAKE IT OUT!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!" Her pain must have been total because she shook all over . and took several inches of flesh out of my back with her nails. To me that acted like a battery-operated riding crop. I shoved my cock right into her young cunt and started to fuck her uncontrollably. Those harsh, desperate cries soon gave way to animal shrieks which subsided to moans and then she was back in heaven again. It was all so sudden that. I had trouble keeping up with her but when I heard those blissful moans we managed to harmonize again.
I supported my torso with both hands on the ground, my arms straight, and I looked down at her crotch as my cock moved in and out with a steady, pounding beat. There was some blood visible around the shaft when I withdrew it far enough and in my mind I chalked up a hymen to my credit. The girl was out of it. She lay under me with a great big grin on her face but that was all she was capable of doing. Now and then she reached for me as if embrace me but her hands lost their direction halfway and fell back to the grass.
The fuck ended peacefully. She couldn't take the emotional strain toward the end and simply dozed off with that same sheepish grin on her face. And I gave in to my cock, which had wanted to unload its cream ever since I first caught sight of the girls. I pulled out and washed my cock in the lake, then got dressed again and made myself comfortable under the tree where the girls had conducted their contest. I smoked and gazed at the nude young girl sleeping in the grass, at the sperm dribbling out of her distended pussy, the admixture of blood streaking it red, and I wondered what it was about young girls that attracted me so powerfully. Their firm flesh, the tight pussies, and those green-tits? Yes, but there was something else. They were so easily satisfied! I could fuck Jenny all night and she'd still be up for more. But the girl in the grass had had as much as she was capable of taking and that made me feel very good indeed.
"Hey, you're going to miss out on lunch all together," I said, shaking her by the shoulder. "I know you must be hungry."
"Yes, I guess I am." She stretched, yawned, and surveyed the clearing. "Gee, I feel really funny! What's your name, by the way?"
"Richard. I'm camping just over at the other side of the lake."
"Oh yeah? Well, maybe we'll come and pay you a visit soon. My name is Berry and the girls you saw rue with are my best friends. Would you mind if we dropped by?"
"I wouldn't mind, no, but my wife might."
"Oh, I see. We'll have to take care to avoid her." She put her Camp Moorehead T-shirt back on and then slipped into her jeans. "Boy, what you did sure beat jerking off hands down. That's sex, right?"
"The real thing," I nodded.
"Great, now I can tell the girls all about it. You know, it's funny, they're always talking about it and I was always the one who said I'd keep it for my husband—you know, when I get married when I'm old. But now I don't have it anymore and it feels really nice!" She shook her head and chuckled to herself.
"That's always the way. There are talkers and doers," I said. Berry looked pleased at being among the chosen, shook me by the hand, and disappeared into the woods. She had left her cigarettes behind so I had another one and thought about the next few weeks. Now that Berry had had a taste of me she would spread the word. That could mean trouble. If Jenny were to find out she'd leave me right off the bat, and wasn't ready for that. I had to use my head!
Instead of swimming back to our camp I strolled back along the shore, traipsing through bushes and undergrowth, thinking the whole time. It was Jenny's fault for wanting to be independent, of course, I was blameless. But now I would have to encourage her solitary rambles. So many problems! The cleanest solution would be to pick up stakes and shift the camp to another part of the state, well. away from temptation. If only I had some moral fiber!
Jenny was still gone when I got back to the camp. I cooked up some food and coffee and ate in silence. It wasn't the same now that I knew there were dozens of fresh young pussies within a 'mile of the camp. I kept thinking about them and in between I wondered what Jenny was doing with herself. She came back around dusk, tired, grubby, and in no mood to do anything but crash. I wanted to talk with her, to make her unwittingly persuade me to stay with her, but she was snoring the moment her head hit the pillow.