Well, that settled it, that something was going to happen, and Pat and Trish and Jean obviously understood that there was going to have to be some sharing, doubling up, or girl-on-girl action. Even Mary had understood that and didn't seem think it was a problem; and Jean had taken the initiative of making contact with me. Pat had shown interest, and Trish had admitted that she wasn't entirely adverse to the idea of a girl eating her pussy.
But at the moment, I was more interested in what Jean's hand was doing, sliding up my thigh and then unhesitatingly slipping down to find my cock and balls. I assumed that Rick was paying proper attention to Mary and hoped that Pat and Trish would understand. As I leaned towards Jean, reaching across to find her head, Pat's hand disappeared, letting me hope I was right.
Jean's face was closer than I expected, and when she felt my hand, she dropped back, drawing me down on the mattress with her other hand and then quickly changing hands on my cock as we embraced and kissed, and I found one of her breasts, firm, aroused nipple, and no bra under her shirt - that I hadn't noticed that? As we straightened out our legs, bumping others, there were snorts, but that only confirmed that the others were doing the same. Hmm, other legs from the side where Pat and Trish had been sitting! Were they kissing, too, or just finding each other's breasts? I heard a giggle from Mary and then a chuckling "um-hmm". Lucky Rick, those nice breasts.
But Jean's were fine, too, my hand slipping into her shirt, and she was an aggressive kisser, and her hand knew all about men's pants, quickly finding my zipper, and then she snickered when she found that I didn't have on any underpants, although she must have felt that already, but it was nice confirmation to her that we had been hoping the evening would develop that way. The legs moved around, but no one seemed care or notice that they were touching. I heard a surprise "Umm!" from Mary, and heard Pat and Trish murmuring. Well, they weren't kissing, at least at that moment. Jean's hand slipped past my cock and massaged my balls. No question that we were going to do more, even if we had to go back to our tent.
But then Mary whispered loudly:
"Oh shit! I got to go," and giggled, adding: "Not like that."
We all chuckled, and Pat said what most of us probably thought:
"Good idea," and we agreed with um-hmms.
"Oh, I didn't want to break up the party.
"No fear," Jean replied: "... I think it is just starting; better now than later."
Oh, good," Mary replied with giggle as she started to get up.
Jean snickered softly as she removed her hand from my pants and attempted to zip them up. I reached down and pushed him in, hoping he wouldn't be caught in the zipper when I had to remove my fingers. She solved that by leaving the last inch or two open and pushing him to the side.
With more chuckles, we trooped out of the tent and hurried to the toilets. I was a bit relieved that there was no one around to see us; the rest of the group either still at the bar - it sounded like it - or already in bed. As we returned, Pat asked me quietly:
"May we use your tent?"
"If you want to," and she and Trish went off.
"Where're they going?" Mary whispered.
"Our tent."
"Oh."
Jean squeezed my hand with a soft chuckle, and we returned to their tent and took off our shoes. Jean closed it, as I heard Rick and Mary sit down, and then joined me, still standing, her hand sliding around my back as we found each other's mouth. Then she murmured:
"May as well get ready for bed," and started to undress.
I did the same, like her, still standing. We heard Mary snicker and then they were also rustling around. Before I could wonder about Mary's apparently easy acceptance of what was going on, Jean was back in my arms: warm naked bodies together, hands exploring up and down as we kissed again. As we sat down and then laid back, it did occur to me that Mary probably wanted to go along with anything that we older three did, and she had started things with her "Oooh, I'd like that!" I was sure Rick wouldn't have forgotten that. What an invitation! That all went through my head much faster than it took words to express.
Jean and I were kissing again with our hands all over each other, hers soon finding again my aroused cock, and then one of mine leaving her breast and finding her moist pussy, and then my mouth finding that breast - nice stiff nipple. As I was beginning to think that I wanted to suck and lick her pussy - oh, I was thinking it all along, just thinking it was time to - she sat up and started to turn around. "Um-hmm," I agreed and helped her lay back down, she immediately slipping a thigh under my head, the other one raised, as mine slid up under her head. No question: she knew what she liked and wanted - both ways - nodding with my cock in her warm mouth as my tongue acquainted itself with her slippery, aroused pussy.
Oh, I did wonder for a moment what Pat and Trish were doing, either wanting to be alone to do it together - or just Pat to Trish? - or not to do anything and leave us alone. Tomorrow ...? Then I heard Mary murmur:
"Oooh, yes. Oooh-ooh! ... Should I, too?"
"Only if you want to," Rick murmured. Jean chuckled on my cock.
"I guess I should," Mary replied and giggled softly. Jean nodded with another chuckle as Mary remarked:
"Nice cock, ... here goes."
Jean and I both chuckled again, and then we forgot about them for a while. We were in no hurry, and Jean knew how to prolong my pleasure, so we were aware of when Rick grunted and then moaned - several times - and then Mary hummed with a loud "uhnnn," that Jean repeated for my enjoyment and to show that she also knew what had happened.
"Oooh, that was a lot!" we heard her exclaim softly, adding:
"Not so bad, just tastes funny. ... Was it good? Oh, it must have been."
Rick must have just nodded, like Jean did with a snicker, if one can snicker with a cock in one's mouth. Then it seemed like Jean wanted to taste it too, and I sure did, sucking and tonguing her firm, not so little knob, my nose rubbing between her slippery lips. Rick must have been doing about the same; as Jean's thighs began to quiver, we heard Mary's aroused noises, at first more muted sighs and moans, but then louder with gasps, and then she was almost crying - or laughing. It seemed awful loud in the silent night and arousing to hear, but Jean's thighs clamped on my ears, muffling the noise as her pelvis jerked, beginning to flood my face with her pussy juice as my cock twitched and thrust in her mouth, spurting again and again, apparently to her liking, she moaned each time she felt him spurt, gasping in cool air around him as her orgasm continued, and continuing to hold him as her pelvis continued to twitch against my mouth and give me more of her juice.
Finally, she stilled, letting him slip out a little as she gasped and sighed, and then as she recovered, she licked around his head as we heard Mary exclaim:
"Oh God, that was good! ... Uhnn! ... I didn't know I could come like that."
Jean let him slip from her mouth with chuckle, nodding on my thigh. I chuckled and nodded on hers in return, and she removed her leg from my head. Then we heard Rick and Mary moving around, and then Mary murmur:
"Oooh, you've got me all over your face, ... hm-hmm. I can still taste you; you don't mind?"
Obviously, Rick didn't; we heard a moist kiss. I sat up and turned around, embracing Jean, and we kissed without having to clarify that. My thigh slipped between hers, and she made space, inviting me to slide it to her pussy, and then we dozed off.
Eventually it cooled off in the tent, waking us. We rummaged around and got a sleeping bag to cover us, probably stirring the others, who then seemed to do the same as Jean curled up with her back to me, and I found her breast, and we dozed off again.
Then it must have been too warm; I woke up again, lying on my back. For a few moments, I was thinking I was back in the tent with Geerta or Marga, but then remembered. The cover slipped down on Jean's side. Maybe she had just pushed it off her shoulder, and that woke me up. I heard Rick snoring softly and chuckled silently. Jean must have, too, must have woken up; she snorted softly, and then reached back with her hand to find me, touching my hip. She chuckled softly and rolled on her back.
"Um-hmm," I acknowledged softly. "Awake?" she whispered. "Um-hmm," I repeated, and she chuckled again and let her hand slide over and find my pubic hair, her fingers scratching familiarly. "Um-hmm," I acknowledged again, and she agreed and then whispered:
"Worked out better than I thought; didn't know how it could."
"Thank Mary ... and Pat and Trish."
