The summer after my seventeenth birthday, my parents let me go away on a week’s camping holiday with three friends: Mandy, Sam and Chris. We’d all been friends since primary school, and though we’d gone off to different secondary schools we’d still kept in touch.
Mandy’s parents had an old VW Campervan (how cool is that?) and they agreed to drive us all up to the Lake District for a week. Some old friends of theirs had a farm by Ennerdale Water, and they often used to go up there and pitch a couple of tents on a field down by the lake.
This time, her parents agreed to stay with the friends actually in the farmhouse, so we had a bit more freedom to camp by ourselves. I suppose they felt they could keep an eye on us that way, without having to put up with all the mess and fuss that four teenagers create. The only rule was that the guys had to have one tent, and Mandy and me the other.
We’d all done a bit of camping before, on Duke of Edinburgh Award trips and that sort of thing, so we decided we’d do it properly and cook for ourselves as well – though I don’t think Mandy’s parents expected us to last out all week without trying to phone for pizza! But we started off well enough, and on the first morning we managed to have a fry-up for breakfast without burning everything. Mandy, Chris and Sam then went into the village to get some more food. I was going to go too, but I had some books I needed to read for school next year, so I decided I’d better stay behind and make a start.
It was a lovely hot day, and when they’d gone I decided I’d have a quick dip in the lake first, just to cool off. I’d got my red bikini on, but it was so nice and warm that when I got down to the water’s edge I decided it would be more fun to swim topless. I unclipped the straps, and pulled off my bikini top, letting my little 32b boobs bounce free. I loved the feeling of water on my bare tits as I swam about. A couple of boats sailed past on the lake, but I don’t suppose they could see me, and even if they could, I didn’t care! The water was pretty cold, but nice enough once you were in. My nipples got pretty hard, what with the cold water and me feeling a bit horny swimming without my top on.
After a while I began to feel a bit chilly, so I came out to warm up. I wondered whether I should put my bikini top back on, but decided not to bother. There was no public access to the field by the lake, so I didn’t think I’d be disturbed by walkers, and in any case topless sunbathing isn’t exactly a hanging offence, even in Cumbria. I sat down on my towel and rubbed plenty of sun cream over as much of me as I could reach. I then got out my book, lay down on my back and started to read. This was heavenly; the warm sun on my body and nothing to worry about.
I think I must have drifted off, because I suddenly woke up to hear a big splash from the lake. I looked up with a bit of a start, but relaxed when I saw it was only Sam. I looked around to see if Mandy and Chris were around, but couldn’t see them. I assumed he must have turned round and come back, since there wouldn’t have been time to get to the village and back yet, let alone do any shopping. I waved at him and he waved back, before diving back under the water.
I shut my eyes again and listened to him splashing around. Again, I wondered if I should put my bikini top on, but decided not to. So what if he saw my bare breasts? I’d nothing to be ashamed of. After a while the splashing stopped, and he emerged from the water and walked up the grass towards me. I put down my book.
“Hi Sam,” I said. “It’s a bit cold in, isn’t it?”
“You’re bloody right about that,” said Sam. “Mind you, it’s nice and warm in the sun.”
“Do you want some sun-cream?”
“That’s okay, I’ve got some in the tent.”
“No, you might as well use mine. Then you can put a bit more on me. I think I’m starting to dry out.”
“Sure, no problem.”
I watched as he rubbed cream over his well-toned torso. He kept glancing at me too. It made me feel a bit horny, knowing he was looking at my tits. I began to think about what it would feel like to have his hands rubbing sun-cream over them, his fingers stroking my nipples. I bet he’d like to do it, too. There was only one way to find out.
“Your turn now,” he said. “Give us your leg.”
He took the tube and squeezed a big dollop onto my right leg. He started to rub it in, up and down my smooth bare leg, starting at the foot and moving up past my knee. It was funny, but it felt much nicer having someone else do it than just doing it myself. He squirted some more cream onto my thigh and rubbed that in, squeezing my firm toned flesh. I raised my leg so he could do the underside too, and felt his warm hands on my sensitive inner thigh. Then it was my left leg’s turn. It did feel really good, like an oily massage. His hands stroked right up to the edge of my little bikini bottoms.
“How’s that?” he said, when my legs were shining with cream again.
“Thanks, Sam,” I said “Could you just squeeze a bit on my tummy while you’re there?”
He squeezed a big white dollop onto my flat stomach, and rubbed that in too. At first, I could tell he was trying not to look at my little breasts, right in front of his eyes. He caught my eye, and looked embarrassed, but I smiled to let him know that I didn’t mind. His hands stroked down the sides of my body, and up round the sides of my bare titties. His fingers just touched my under-breast; then he stopped.
“I think you’d better do the rest,” he said, his voice a little bit hoarse. I looked at him, and he was actually blushing a little. And what was more, I could see a bit of a bulge in his swim-shorts, so he was getting turned on too.
“Ok, Sam,” I said, and he passed me the cream. I squeezed out two dollops, one onto my right breast and one onto my left. The cream ran down the sides of my boobs a little.
I lowered my sunnies and looked him in the eye.
“Are you sure you wouldn’t like to do it?” I asked.
There was a pause, but only a short one.
“Oh fuck yes, Annie, if it’s okay with you.”
“What are you waiting for, then?”
I shivered as I felt the first touch of his fingers on my bare breasts, and he began gently to rub the cool cream into the firm but yielding flesh. He seemed to be avoiding my nipples at first, but then his fingers touched my areola, which were already aroused and goose-bumpy. I was trying to keep my breathing under control, but I couldn’t help letting out a little gasp.
I admit I’d just been teasing him, but now I was starting to feel more than a bit aroused as his hands rubbed the cream further into my breasts. Every time his fingers slid over my hard nipples I wanted him to squeeze and play with them. Little tingles ran through my body. I clenched my toes, tensing the muscles in my legs. I could feel a bigger tingle starting to grow between my legs, and it was a struggle to stop myself from touching myself there.
“Oh God, Sam, that does feel nice,” I whispered.
I could see his erection really straining at his swim-shorts now. I couldn’t wait any longer, so without saying a word I just raised my arms and put them round his neck, pulling his head down to me.
I opened my mouth as our lips met, and let out a deep moan in my throat. His mouth was open too, and our tongues were sliding over each other. My hands clasped him to me. For a second, Sam pulled away and was about to say something, but I put my finger on his lips. I didn’t want him to say anything, apologize, or ask if it was okay or anything like that. I just wanted him to carry on. He was kneeling beside me now on the grass, and I pulled him against me. I could feel my creamy naked breasts pressed against his chest. My hand stroked his back, moving down to his swim-shorts, slipping inside them and clasping his firm bum. Now it was his turn to gasp.
I got both of my hands on his swim-shorts, and pulled them down off his waist. For a second, they snagged on his erection, but I tugged a bit more and his cock sprang free. It was very hard and the knob was a deep purple colour. I put my hand around it, my fingers only just able to encompass its girth. I squeezed it, feeling the blood pumping into it. And oh my God, it got even bigger! It must have been easily ten inches long, and very thick. Wow! Sam moaned a little.
For a moment, I just stared at it, almost unable to believe just how big it was. I knew I wanted to have it inside me, if only to find out how much of it I could take, but it seemed a shame to rush things. I tugged his swim-shorts right down his legs, as he lay down next to me. I bent down with one hand still on his cock, and angled it towards my mouth. My tongue licked around his hard smooth knob, underneath the tender flesh of the helmet.
I looked at him with a smile on my face.
“How’s that?”
“Ah yes; that’s good.”
I sucked the knob end into the warm wet cave of my mouth and held it there, while my tongue tickled round it, nudging at the little hole in the tip. Then I slowly swallowed it, taking it deep into the back of my mouth until about six inches of it was in my mouth. Then I leant forward, straightening my throat, and did my party trick, swallowing it all, taking him deep into my throat, until his balls were pressed against my chin, his pubic hair tickling my face. I could feel his knob end halfway down my throat, pressing against it. I knew that from the outside it would be clearly visible, like my own little Adam’s apple. I gently squeezed his balls in my hand.
“Annie - oh my god!” he groaned. I pulled my head back, letting his cock slip out about halfway, then thrust it back again. I loved deep-throating guys, although I’d not swallowed a cock as big as Sam’s before. For about five minutes I sucked and licked at his erection. I could feel his thick girth almost choking me, but I knew I could keep this up as long as I wanted. But Sam was starting to moan quite hard now.
“Ah, Annie, I’m going to come.”
I was surprised he’d managed to last as long as he had; most guys I’d done this to had spurted almost straight away. But I didn’t want to choke on his cum, so I let him slip out of my mouth, his cock wet and slippery with my saliva.
“Come on then,” I whispered, and pumped his cock with my hand. He barely had time to groan the words ”Oh, fuck,” before I felt his cock pulsate as he began to come, his cum rushing up his erection from his balls. The first spurt erupted over my face, hot and thick and sticky, and I aimed his knob at my chest so the next helpings splashed over my tits and nipples. Again and again he came, his creamy ejaculate splattering all over me, running off my tits and stomach, a little pool of it gathering in my navel.
Believe it or not, he was still hard, and showed no signs of wilting. I kissed him, pressing my bare sticky breasts against his chest, smearing it with his own cum.
“Fuck me now, quick,” I gasped.
He didn’t say anything, just kept on kissing me, as I felt his hands fumble for the tie on my bikini pants. He found it and pulled on the bow. I felt them loosen around my waist, and then his hand pulled them away. His still-erect cock was nuzzling against my thigh, leaving a thin trail of semen along my leg.
“I haven’t got a …” he just managed to gasp, but I shut him up.
“Fuck that,” I squealed, “Just do it, for God’s sake.”
He positioned himself above me, one hand easing my legs apart so that my pussy opened slowly before him, the little bush of hairs on my mound not hiding the pink folds of my labia. I opened my legs as wide as they could go, and reached up to grab his cock, pulling him towards me. His thick purple knob pressed against the entrance to my wet cunt, and I felt my lips parting to take him.
A little dribble of my juices ran down my crotch. I arched my pelvis up against him, and felt his knob-end just pop inside my slit, before the first six inches slid smoothly into me. Sam began to fuck me properly then, his cock sliding in and out, each time pushing a little deeper, the tight sheath of my vagina expanding to take him, until after a few thrusts I felt his knob pressing against the entrance to my cervix. There were still a couple of inches of his cock outside me, but I couldn’t take any more.
I clenched my vaginal muscles around his cock, trying to suck him even deeper. I could feel my inner labia sliding against him as he thrust smoothly in and out. I began to arch my back, meeting his thrusts with my own. He was groaning now in time with his movements.
I grasped my little tits in my hands, squeezing them. He leant down and took my right tit in his mouth, biting at it, bruising the flesh.
“Oh yes, Sam,” I moaned. “Bite me, bite me!”
He took my nipple in his mouth and gently closed his teeth around it. I thrust my crotch harder against his cock, gripping his body with my bare legs to hold him in me. I was full of him, wanting his cum, wanting him to fuck me harder, wanting him to make me come too.
And suddenly there was a noise that wasn’t either of us. It sounded like a giggle.
I looked up. Oh crikey, it was Mandy!
My mouth fell open, not quite sure what to say, but I quickly realized that Mandy seemed to be enjoying the spectacle.
“So that’s why you came back, you filthy sod!” she said to Sam. Turning to me, she went on. “He said he’d remembered something he really needed to do, and all he wanted was to give you a good shagging!”
“Honestly, I did,” he protested. “But Annie wanted me to rub sun-cream onto her, and it just kind of happened.”
This was sort of a weird conversation to be having, two of us in mid-fuck, Sam with his cock still buried in me.
“Hey Chris, you just gotta see this!” yelled Mandy, and I saw him walking back from the tents, where he’d obviously been leaving the shopping. He roared with laughter when he saw us.
“Way to go, mate!” he said to Sam, “You lucky fucker,” and they high-fived each other!
“Oh Jesus, what’s that on your tits?” shrieked Mandy. “Has he come already, the dirty cunt?”
“You can lick it up if you like,” said Sam. “I’ve got plenty more where that came from.”
“I’d rather have some of my own,” she answered. “What do you say, Chris?”
“Fuck yes,” he said, and started to unbutton his shirt.
Mandy began to unbutton her loose summery blouse as well, slipping it off her shoulders and letting it drop onto the grass. Underneath, she was wearing her blue bikini top. She was wearing cut-off denim shorts which showed off her long legs a treat.
“Come and help me with this, Chris, sweetie,” she said, and Chris came over and pulled on the bow that tied her bikini top behind her neck. Mandy held the cups against her large firm breasts for a moment while Chris undid the bow at the back as well, then let the top fall to the ground. He stood behind her and put his arms round her, his hands over her boobs, kneading them gently. She purred in her throat, and pushed her head back against him while he nuzzled at her neck, stroking her long blonde hair.