Usual disclaimer – I've tried to write a stand-alone story, but you'll benefit from reading the previous chapters. First-timers: Frank is a girl!
All characters are fictional, all comments are welcome.
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Early next morning I awoke with Tim behind me, his hardness pressed into my spine as he slowly woke, his unconscious male body recalling the previous evening's fucking.
I slipped away from him, and, pulling on my bikini to cover my little tits and shaven pussy, I left the tent with our water bottle to replenish our stock and have a morning cup of tea. It was a half-light moment, with the sun still to rise over the horizon, but leaking enough light to show me where to go.
Having put our aluminium can on the spirits stove we had, I figured I'd check on Paul & Vanessa, so started walking slowly over to the hillock on which they'd made their camp on the other side.
As I approached, I heard some very familiar noises – people fucking. Slowly, not thinking that I was doing anything at all wrong, I edged toward the skyline that would give me a view.
Right ahead of me, facing almost exactly where I was looking from, but oblivious to my presence, was Nessie, astride Paul, eyes closed, riding his cock. As she set the pace, her big breasts bouncing and her thigh muscles working hard, I could tell that I was watching an act of love, not lust. Nessie & Paul weren't just fucking, they were giving everything of themselves to each other. She looked divine, and as she bounced on and off Paul, so his cock was exposed and then consumed. From the angle I had, Paul looked much bigger and fatter than either Karl or Tim in the knob department.
As I watched, on my hands and knees, I realised Tim had crept up to join me, and was whispering in my ear:
"I want you, Frank. I really want you right now."
I was already aroused from watching Nessie and Paul, so the quick tug that removed my bikini bottoms was welcome. Tim's shorts and underwear hit the floor next to me almost instantly afterwards. As my pussy was well oiled from the images in front of me, it came as no surprise to me that Tim's hard cock was pressing at the entrance to my love tunnel as we watched Karl and Nessie screwing, and I knew that he'd slide inside me with no external lubrication.
Tim pulled at my bikini top, which landed next to the bottoms beside me, and he cupped one of my breasts as he pushed his cock deep inside me. I gasped at the pleasure of finding my pussy being suddenly filled by his hardness as he slipped all the way inside me, riding the wave of my lubrication. As I watched Nessie riding Paul, I found Tim's hard cock slamming in and out from behind in perfect harmony with their rhythm. Tim was timing the 'slap, slap, slap' of his fucking with exquisite perfection, exactly in line with Nessie, riding Paul's cock with the rhythm unfound outside couples with a regular habit of fucking each other.
As I was being well and truly screwed from behind, I managed to fix in my imagination the sight of Nessie, in wild abandon, enjoying her boyfriend's dick; her long brown hair flying over her head, her large breasts, flush with excitement, jiggling, her expression of total devotion, perhaps (or probably) to Paul's big dick inside her, all made a powerful image. This was the first time I'd ever seen anyone else fucking, apart from myself riding Karl in my bedroom mirror, and I found the whole experience highly erotic. Remembering the shower we'd had the previous morning, I found myself wondering, as Tim pistoned in and out of me, whether or not Nessie would respond to a girl-on-girl request. I figured that guys, with their porn resources, would have seen hundreds of women fucking, even if they had no interest themselves.
Within five minutes both Paul and Tim were cumming, Tim up my pussy and Paul inside Vanessa. I hadn't orgasmed as yet, but knew that the sight of Vanessa's perfect body, naked and satisfied, would live with me for a long time to come.
I nudged Tim from behind me, and we crept back toward our tent, my cunt dribbling his offering as I walked, naked and holding my skimpy clothing, behind him. As we got back to the tent I tapped his shoulder, forcing him to stop and turn, and then sank to my knees in front of him, taking his sticky dick in my mouth and licking it clean, tasting my love juice and his semen as I did so. Kissing it 'good-bye', I stood, and, matter-of-factly; said to Tim:
"Let's get this tent packed"
"Oh, Frank", Tim replied. "That was so good. I really enjoyed connecting with you so physically."
"Tim", I responded. "Don't mince your words! We just fucked, and, believe me, you fuck well, and I really enjoy the feeling of you inside me."
"Me too" he said. "I just hope that we can get together more often in the future."
In that moment he looked so forlorn, and I remembered that back in the real world I was just someone else's boyfriend, and he was some other guy who fancied me but couldn't publicly acknowledge it.
I hugged Tim close, knowing the love he felt for me, and whispered to him: "Tim, I care deeply for you, and I will do anything I can to make you care more deeply for me. Here and now, please accept what we have shared, and I too hope we can share again, but for the moment, can you just accept what we've got?"
Tim's urgent hug, holding me close and tight, told me all I needed to know.
The billycan was well and truly boiled, so we started over for our morning tea. Tim and I put on our tramping clothes quickly, grabbed a mug of tea, packed up our campsite and then walked back over to Nessie and Paul's site, acting for all the world as though we'd not been watching them fuck so deliciously half an hour previously.
We finished our trek quickly, the main part being downhill, and were back to Paul's car, via a considerate tractor driver with an empty trailer, a lot earlier than we expected.
Dumping everything in the car, we set out for home, Paul driving, Nessie next to him, and myself reclining on the back seat, my head in Tim's lap, because I could, my hand occasionally teasing him, tickling his balls, as we drove home.
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We arrived back home in mid-afternoon on the Sunday. On being dropped off I thanked Paul and Nessie for an enjoyable weekend (oh, how my eyes twinkled when I said that!), pulled Tim close to me and promised (ever so quietly) that we'd share more, soon.
Inside, I showered, trying to get my mind in order. Only a week ago I'd been the average teen, with one boyfriend, and one cock experience. Now, I'd been fucked by another, and had watched my two best friends fucking their brains out while my pussy had been stuffed full of cock from behind. While I couldn't help remembering Nessie's perfect female body, I also couldn't help thinking of Ann, whose ankle injury had given me the opportunity to go away for the weekend and get closer to Tim on a one-to-one level.
I had to remind myself that Tim's was only the second dick to get inside my pussy, that I'd been a good girl till now, and that I still had the chance to make everything right. Sadly, my subconscious was getting louder, telling me that although I'd only screwed Tim, I had been having impure thoughts about Nessie's body too, as well as Paul's incredibly large cock, and that fingering myself while thinking of my friends was not the behaviour of the girl I thought I was.
Every time my busy fingers manipulated my clit to an almost-orgasm under the showerspray, I recalled Ann instead of Nessie. As she lived just round the corner I figured I'd get dressed and go round to say hello, and keep her out of the misery and boredom usually associated with limb problems that keep people housebound and off the beaten track.
Dressing, I put on a matching black bra and knickers set, with tights, covering my body with a tiny miniskirt and oversize black shirt. A little make-up around the eyes and cheeks left me looking a couple of years older than I ought, and I left the house to go and see Ann, two streets over, and thank her indirectly for my weekend. Ann was an old friend, known throughout our close circle and within school as a girl liberal with her favours, who enjoyed sex as boys do, without caring about the reputation that girls got for doing the same. Her track record was impressive, and she was known for selecting her boyfriends, fucking them and spitting out the pieces – she controlled her men, and was respected for that – no one called her a slut; she was much more than that..
Arriving, I rang the bell, and Richard, Ann's twin brother, answered. He looked confused, but recovered quickly, to exclaim loudly (too loud in retrospect):
"Kate! Good to see you! How was your weekend! My parents are out – expect them later, can I get you anything to drink?"
I was a little confused over the enthusiastic welcome I had.
"Fine thanks, Richard." I replied. "I've come to have a chat with Ann, if that's OK?"
At that moment I saw my boyfriend Karl come down the stairs. He looked flushed, he looked dishevelled, and above all, he looked guilty.
"Kate" he muttered. "Gotta go – tea – late – homework"
I had no chance to respond as he let himself out of the front door. I looked again at Richard, whose expression was that of someone who wanted the floor to open and swallow him completely.
As Richard started to try and say something I turned my back on him, striding up the stairs, two-by–two. At Ann's room I didn't stop, opening the door to see inside.
Ann was lying on her bed, one knee up, clutching a sheet which covered her up to her chin, in a room which reeked of sex. I looked at her, seeing the fear in her oh-so-blue eyes and knowing my suspicions were correct. Karl had been less than faithful. I strode to the foot of the bed, clasped her sheet with a hand and jerked hard, pulling it off her and the bed, leaving her naked in front of me.
