Romping in the Glade

By Bardot1990. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Annie’s new swim mate

A

week later Charlie and Annie's brother Ben sat by the edge of this same

pool. Both boys were naked save for their raggedy grey shorts. Both

boys were muscular farm hands, heady with the physicality of youth. Ben

was a shade taller than Charlie, but Charlie's shoulders were wider.

Rugged forced labor had hardened the black boy and forced him into

pre-mature manhood.

They were fishing. Already they'd accumulated an admirable string of specks, bream, and even a couple of smallmouth bass.

The

boys lazed along in silence, barely noticing their fishing jiggers.

Charlie rolled some tobacco and lit it. He took several drags, then

passed the stogie to Ben, who repeated the process.

Suddenly Ben's pole jumped. He grabbed it quickly and snatched another fat speck from the water.

"Dat's a nice one," noted Charlie.

Ben grinned. "That's eight to your five. I told you I was hot today!"

Ben

bent his hook out of the fish's jaws. He ran the connected string of

prior captives through the new fish's gills and out its mouth. Then he

tossed the string of gasping fish back into the water at their feet.

The

boys sat in silence for a time. They knew each other well. They'd

hunted and played together since early childhood. They'd shared any

number of heaving pubic scalps. They'd also shared each other's deepest

secrets.

But

Charlie had one secret he hadn't shared with Ben. He didn't know how

Ben would react to the knowledge that he had boned Annette, Ben's

younger sister, although Ben was aware that Charlie had bedded several

local white girls. Indeed, Ben had shared some of his own conquests with

Charlie, and vice versa.

It

was a hot Louisiana summer day, stiflingly hot. Ben leaned casually

against a huge oak tree and held his fishing pole against his hip.

Charlie sat closer to the pool, allowing his feet to dangle in the

water. They had several cane poles propped up over various trees and

rocks.

After

some minutes of boredom, Ben casually unclasped his pants and pulled

out his  cock. He let it flop against his leg and regarded it casually.

It was heavy and uncircumcised, protruding from a thick shock of red

pubic hair.

Charlie watched him, suppressing a knowing smile.

The white boy began to stroke his shaft slowly. He wiped some salty sweat from his cheeks, using it for lubrication.

"Dang, it's hot today!" he observed, as his cock expanded and lengthened.

Charlie

didn't respond. Instead, he unbuttoned his own pants and pulled out his

own  cock. He mimicked Ben's masturbatory moves. In short order both

boys were spectacularly erect.

They

masturbated slowly, almost as an afterthought. They still held fishing

poles delicately in one hand while stroking themselves with the other.

There was no embarrassment on either part. This was a regular ritual of

their fishing dates. On some occasions a fish would hook itself during

their masturbatory ablutions. The boys would simply pause to reel the

captive in and then sit back down to continue stroking. Sometimes this

ritual went on for hours.

Ben broke the silence.

"Annie tells me she did it to you the other day."

Charlie was shocked speechless.

"She said she tapped dat ass," Ben continued nonchalantly.

Charlie didn't respond, but he stopped stroking his cock. His erection began to flag.

"You better be careful. If daddy finds out, he'll have your hide."

Charlie was relieved.

"If you ain't tell him he won't find out."

Ben laughed. "If I tell him, you'll tell him that I've been tapping Annie's ass since I was twelve! He'll whip my ass, too!"

Both

boys laughed. They both also knew that Ben's punishment would pale in

comparison to Charlie's punishment. Ben's casualness cut the tension

some. Charlie had been worried that Ben might not take the news well.

"Well, I was out here by myself 'n she jumped in ass nekkid. What wuz I 'posed to do?" Charlie explained.

"I don't blame you. That's some good pussy, ain't it?"

"An' it's deep, too!"

Both

boys guffawed at this ancient sexual reference. Charlie's cock

re-hardened. The boys began to stroke themselves with renewed vigor.

After

a time, Charlie dropped his fishing pole, shifted his cock to his right

hand and stood up. Ben followed suit. Both boys bent a little at the

knees and pointed their erect  cocks out over the water. They jacked off

with enthusiasm now, in full competition mode. Charlie was on the

brink.

"You ready?" he asked breathlessly.

"Almost, " replied Ben, "Hold on a second, "

Charlie slowed down to wait for Ben to catch up.

Suddenly, they heard a giggle coming from the bushes across the spring.

"Hey!"

More giggling and now some thrashing through the underbrush as the spies turned to race away.

Charlie

and Ben launched themselves into the water while still fully erect.

They left their trousers on the bank. In a flash they were pulling

themselves up on the far bank, just in time to see the two spies racing

for the wooded path. The boys took an angle along the stream while the

spies struggled through the woods.

It was Annie and Tilly. (Tilly was Charlie's cousin)

The

girls were barefoot, stumbling over rocks and fallen branches, laughing

uncontrollably. When they saw that Ben and Charlie were going to cut

them off, they stopped running but continued to laugh hysterically.

Tilly mimicked the boys' masturbatory stance, jerking her left hand in

the air like a piston. This move elicited another round of shrieking

laughter from the girls. Annie fell on the ground and threw her legs in

the air in delight. She pounded the ground with her fists.

"I told you they were out here pounding the pud!"

"You started laughing too soon. I wanted to see them shoot!"

Ben and Charlie were upon them now, still naked, picking their way thru the bushes.

"Who told y'all to come out here?" Ben demanded.

"Nobody told us nothing. We seen you when you snuck off!" retorted Tilly.

The boys were breathless from their pursuit. Their  cocks were still thick but not fully erect.

"Look at those puny things!" laughed Tilly.

She

mocked the male masturbation act again. Annie, who'd been sitting on

the ground, rolled to her back again in laughter. Charlie could see she

had no drawers on. Both girls wore long white cotton shifts and nothing

else.

"Puny?" laughed Ben, faking outrage. "I'll show you puny!"

He

charged after Tilly and caught her after a short chase. Charlie knew

that Tilly wasn't trying too hard. Tilly was fast. She could smoke

everybody on the farm in a footrace, present company included. She could

have easily out-distanced Ben if she'd wanted.

Ben

grabbed her and carried her like a sack of wheat across his waist.

Tilly acted as if she was struggling to get away, but again Charlie

noted that she wasn't struggling too hard. Tilly could fight, too, when

it was necessary. Charlie reached down and snatched Annie up and slung

her across his shoulder. She was too big to carry on his hip. Annie was

still laughing. She didn't resist.

The boys carried Annie and Tilly back to the edge of the spring.

"You think it's funny to spy on people, huh? You think it's funny?"

Ben

hoisted Tilly above his head and threw her into the spring. She popped

up immediately. The cold water pasted her white shift against the

contours of her body. Her full tits and her pubic mound were outlined

perfectly.

Now Charlie handed Annie to Ben. He took her ankles while Charlie took her wrists. They swung her back and forth.

"Ah-one and ah-two and here, we, go!"

They flung Annie out into the deep water. She popped up immediately and frog-kicked her way back to the bank.

Meanwhile,

Tilly emerged from the water, drenched and dripping. She moved as if to

assist Annie, but the boys grabbed her as soon as Annie hit the water.

Ben snatched her feet, Charlie grabbed her wrists and they launched her

in a high arc out into the spring. She did a somersault and landed face

first.

Seeing

this, Annie backpedaled. She wanted to continue to play, but not on

these uneven terms. She backstroked to the other side of the spring.

Tilly followed.

Ben

and Charlie dove in after them, caught them on the other side, and

proceeded to try to throw the girls in again. This time Tilly fought

back with some energy. She also interfered when the boys sought to gang

up on Annie. The struggle devolved into a wrestling match with Ben

against Annie and Charlie struggling to contain Tilly.

Predictably,

as they rolled in the soft grass at the edge of the pool, both boys

regained their prior erections. Charlie realized it first. Holding Tilly

from behind to keep her from escaping, Charlie suddenly reached down

and ripped Tilly's shift over her head. Both of them stood naked on the

sward. He held her shift above his head as she jumped and yelped for its

return.

Seeing

this, Ben tried to perform the same maneuver on Annie. She fought

gamely to retain her garment. In the end, her shift ripped partially and

Annie gave it up to keep it from ripping entirely.

Now the four of them stood naked on the bank.

"Gimme back my shift, Charlie," said Tilly.

Charlie grinned.

"Gimme some punani and I'll give it back to you."

Both Ben and Annie laughed. Ben chimed in.

"Yeh, give us some pussy. You owe it to us for spying on us."

"I ain't giving y'all shit. 'N neither is Annie," sniffed Tilly.

"Then walk yo' ass back to de house ass nekkid!" laughed Charlie.

This

response created another struggle as the girls renewed their efforts to

regain their clothing. The boys played keep away, ducking and dodging

the girls' retrieval efforts.

Tilly

pulled Annie aside and whispered in her ear. Afterwards, the girls made

one last halfhearted effort to get their clothes. Then they bolted over

to the fishing poles and grabbed the boys' trousers.

"That's okay," said Annie. "We'll get home in these!"

Ben

and Charlie saw that they'd been duped. They advanced on the girls.

Tilly and Annie stood their ground. Both girls squatted over the pants.

"You come one step closer and I'm peeing on these pants," threatened Annie.

Both girls giggled. They had the upper hand.

Or so they thought.

The

boys charged them. Before long all four teenagers were again swimming

across the pool, garments in hand. They obtained the far shore and

erupted again into another splash war and a water-wrestling match.

Finally, the four of them emerged from the pool exhausted and tousled.

They pushed each other to the ground and lay there, breathing heavily.

After some minutes, Ben hitched himself up with a smile.

"So. How about that pussy?"

Both girls were lying naked on the grass with their legs partially open.

"Seems

to me like the two of you got better punani in yo' palms than we got

between our legs." observed Tilly dryly. Both girls broke up laughing.

"Yeh!"

Annie interrupted. "If you let us watch you jack it up right here,

right now, you can get some pussy. But you gotta get it hard in 20

seconds. Right, Tilly?"

"Right," said Tilly.

"You mean you'll give us some pussy right here, right now if we can get it up in 20 seconds?"

"Seventeen seconds, now," laughed Tilly.

Ben and Charlie began to stroke themselves furiously as the girls watched in fascination.

All too soon, Tilly yelled, "Times up!"

But before they could get up and run again the boys grabbed them. Another wrestling match ensued.

This

time, however, the girls took pity on the boys. As they rolled along

the grassy bank, they pressed they furry mounds against the boys'

semi-erect  cocks to help them become fully hard.

Then,

almost as if they'd planned it, both girls abandoned their wrestling

postures. Both girls rolled to their backs and raised their knees so

that their pussies were open.

Tilly

looked at Charlie, whom she'd wrestled into a position astride her. The

base of his cock pressed against her twat. Its shrouded helmet sprang

up above her navel.

"That's not it," she teased.

Charlie

withdrew, fully expecting her to clamp her legs together and roll away.

She did not. Charlie pointed his  cock into the pinkness between the

black, springy hairs of her labia and lunged into her punani mound with

one stroke. Tilly sighed.

Ben and Annie watched the two blacks with interest. They looked at each other.

"Well?" said Annie.

Ben

rose up off her body. Annie reached down and gave his  cock a couple of

sensual masturbatory tugs. Then she arched her pussy up to receive him.

As she felt him broach the entrance to her pussy, she sucked his cock

expertly inside. She knew his cock well.

The

two girls opened their thighs widely. They were close enough so that

their toes touched. Meanwhile, Ben and Charlie were working it out

inside their pussies. The boys grinned at each other as they powered

strokes inside feminine warmth. Unlike the slow, almost tender

techniques they used when having sex alone, this public sex was quick,

almost violent. The boys synched up, thrusting and withdrawing in

rhythm. They accentuated each thrust with an emphatic "Ha!"

They were showing off.

The

girls didn't complain. They arched up on their shoulder blades to

receive the thrusts, hips clear of the ground. They grunted gutturally

as the boys smashed into their cunts. Tilly closed her eyes, groaning in

delight as Charlie pounded her. But Annie liked to watch a cock moving

inside her. She watched Ben's urgent thrusting down the crest of her

torso. Watching her labia ebb, widen and strain accentuated her arousal.

After some minutes of this, Ben reached over and tapped Charlie on the shoulder.

"Hey, buddy. You thinking what I'm thinking?"

Ben

had never fucked Tilly. She was one of the few black girls in the

neighborhood that he hadn't fucked. He wanted to give her a try.

Tilly was almost ready to come. She wasn't ready for Charlie to withdraw. In another twenty seconds or so she would be there.

Charlie pulled out.

"Oh Charlie! What are you doing!"

Tilly's eyes had been closed. She didn't realize that the boys were going to swap.

So

when she looked up from her erotic haze and saw the white boy standing

over her with an erect cock and a lustful glare, her first thought was

"What is this?"

Her second thought was "Dang! His cock is thick!"

Ben

wasted no time in slipping his purple cock tip into Tilly's open pink

cooze. Ben scooped her head into the crook of his elbow and began to

pummel her punani enthusiastically. He already knew Annie's pussy well,

so he was nowhere near climax when he mounted Tilly.

Tilly's

punani was new punani. Her scent and the curvature of her vagina were

new sensations for him. Ben quickly reached Tilly's level of arousal.

Unlike

Charlie, Ben could fit his entire cock into Tilly. When he finished

each stroke he could grind his public mound against her engorged clit.

Tilly's eyes widened as she felt Ben's kinky pubic hair stimulating her

small, erect sex organ. With Charlie, she had to stretch to rub her clit

against his shaft as he moved in and out. Charlie's cock was so long he

could never put pubic pressure on her clit. But with Ben, she got to

ride his shaft and got a good pubic grind in, too. The grind was good!

Plus, Ben's cock was a "fattie". It was thick enough to make her feel

"full".

After

a few minutes of standard in and out, missionary position sex, Tilly

grabbed Ben's buns. She held him tightly inside her so that her clit

pressed tightly against his pubic mound. She rotated her punani

obscenely and rippled her twat muscles to suck at his cock. She arched

her clit to receive stimulation from his pubic hair and pressure from

his pubic mound.

Ben

erupted inside her. Tilly literally screamed in ecstasy as she felt him

spurt and quake deep in her hole. She convulsed in orgasmic delight.

She intertwined her ankles with his to stretch his body as if impaled on

a torture rack. Ben pumped blob after blob of hot semen into her.

As

they skittered down from this shattering orgasm, Ben pulled his now

semi-erect member from between her legs and moved it up to her mouth.

Tilly obediently licked and sucked jizz from his shaft and testicles.

Amazingly, Ben had enough strength to manage a final weak spurt of cum.

It hit Tilly in the eyebrow.

Slowly

Ben and Tilly became more aware of their surroundings. They heard a

rhythmic slapping and looked over to see Charlie mounted over Annie from

the rear. The two teens were standing up. Annie bent forward a little

to grasp a tree stump. Charlie held her by the waist and was driving

long, deep strokes into her pink hole from behind. The rhythmic slapping

was the sound of his balls smacking against Annie's sticky vulva. Her

eyes were closed. Annie's whole body was tense. Clearly, she was on the

verge of climax.

Tilly

was fascinated. She'd been fucked from behind, but she'd never seen it

done. She'd also never seen a black man fuck a white woman before. She

noticed that Ben seemed fascinated by this coupling, too.

Tilly

reached down and wiped a large blob of Ben's semen from her inner

thigh. She drew it up to her nose and smelled it discreetly. She tasted

it. It tasted like paste. Ben's smell was unique. He smelled like spring

water, sweat, wet hair and white man. She was well familiar with the

odor.

Ben

was still lying on his side in the grass with his cock before her. She

took it into her mouth again to try to suck the last vestiges of cum

from his member. She didn't realize how powerful the sound of mating

couples could be. Ben's cock, limp just seconds before, began to fill

and thicken at the sound of his sister's mating cries.

Annie

came. She crooned the arrival her climax with a series of screeching

"Ohs!" as she arched her ass up and down on Charlie's thrusting cock.

Tilly watched this with interest as Ben's member hardened again in her

mouth. Charlie wasn't ready to come, she could tell. Charlie's nostrils

always started flaring uncontrollably when he was ready to come. His

muscles convulsed and quivered. It was clear that Charlie was in control

of Annie's pussy. At least, he was in control right now.

Annie

continued to coo and shiver as she loudly announced her orgasm. Her

body convulsed rhythmically and involuntarily. She drew breath in

staggering gasps. Charlie continued to churn inside her. He tried to

time his pelvic assault with her orgasmic convulsions.

As

the seconds dragged on, however, Annie's muscular spasms slackened

some. The interval between her moans and her contractions eased. Charlie

was still fully erect, though. He pulled his cock from between her

thighs, noting the angry red coloration of her scorched labia. Charlie

gently pushed Annie to her knees. Annie looked at her brother, but he

wasn't paying attention. With some trepidation, she took Charlie's

massive pole in her mouth and began to suck. Annie immediately noted his

acrid sexual odor in her nostrils. Charlie's cock not only smelled like

black cock, but it was coated in her own pussy juice and crested with

the piquant smell of her ass. Charlie's cock was funky.

Charlie

held his cock by its base with one hand. He gripped the back of Annie's

head with the other and encouraged her to swallow more and more of his

cock. Annie seemed reticent. She still wondered how her brother would

react to the sight of her kneeling before a black boy.

"That ain't how you suck no cock! Let me show you how to suck a cock, Annie!" exclaimed Tilly.

She

released Ben's cock and hopped up happily. Annie was amazed and a

little chagrined at her effrontery. She could suck a cock with the best

of them! Still, Annie moved aside and allowed Tilly to take Charlie's

cock in her mouth. Instead of dropping to her knees, Tilly bent at the

waist to suck Charlie's cock. She gripped his hips to steady herself.

"Hmm!" said Tilly. "This cock tastes like b'doosy!"

"B'Doosy? What's that?" asked Annie.

"It's tastes like it just came out of your ass and your punani. Did you let Charlie go up your poop chute?"

"No!"

"Well, it tastes like you did. That's b'doosy. Oops!'

While

commenting on the quality of Annie's hygiene, Tilly didn't notice Ben.

His cock once again fully blooded, Ben slipped up behind her and jammed

his cock back into Tilly's punani. She was still dripping with his

earlier cum. He held her firmly by the waist and punched himself deep

inside her with long, steady strokes.

Tilly

chuckled and continued to suck Charlie's cock. He was the only one of

the four that had yet to drop his load. She wanted to be the recipient

when he did.

The

three of them continued to fuck in this manner for some time. Charlie

and Ben smiled at each other knowingly as they shared this young black

girl between them. Her thick lips and warm tongue drew at Charlie's

ample foreskin. She cupped his balls gently with her hands. She dragged

her fingernails sensually across his balls to titillate and exacerbate

his passion. Meanwhile, Ben stood and humped her from behind, watching

the heft of his shaft create frothy bubbles in the semen he'd deposited

earlier.

"Switch!" yelled Ben.

Charlie

pulled his cock from Tilly's mouth. Simultaneously, Ben pulled out of

her cunt. The boys switched positions and re-inserted. Tilly began to

sense that long glide up to another shattering climax.

"Hey! What about me?" exclaimed Annie. She was exasperated. "Don't leave me out!"

She

crowded in on Ben's cock as Tilly had done, bending at the waist. The

girls shared his cock between them, alternately sucking and licking it.

Charlie pulled out of Tilly's cooze and deposited his cock, once again,

into Annie's protruding silky mound. He humped her for awhile, then

moved back to Tilly. His cock was coated with Ben's slimy jizz, still

oozing lazily from Tilly's swollen punani.

"Switch!" yelled Ben.

The boys switched positions again.

This

time Ben mounted his sister from the rear. He took her wide ass in his

hands as he expertly guided his thick cock between the angry pink folds

of her labia He knew this pussy well. He'd spent many a cool night

mounted over this ass. He'd watched it blossom and expand into full

womanhood. Over the years he'd left gallons of his seed percolating

inside her.

Now

the heady scent of Annie's sex wafted up to his nose. He drove into her

confidently, aching for release. He ogled at her silky blonde pubic

hair as it drifted up her taint and ass crack, then wistfully

disappeared into her skin. He felt her tight vaginal muscles clinging to

his foreskin, massaging the bulbous, sensitive cock head expertly. Too,

he felt aroused as he watched his sister suck Charlie's massive cock.

He'd spent years teaching Annie how to suck a good cock. Today she had

Charlie's eyes rolling back in his head. He was going to laugh at

Charlie and mock his "I'm coming" face at the very first chance.

As

if on queue, he withdrew from Annie, stepped to the left to mount Tilly

again. Her punani was sloppy and wet, but Ben loved the feel of her

kinky black pubic hairs gliding up and down his shaft. Plus, her black

girl scent was pungent and exotic. She reeked of sassy. Her back arched

obscenely, on her toes, to receive his quick, powerful thrusts. Plus,

she wasn't shy about delivering some powerful thrusts of her own. He

felt his load rumbling up from its deep source. He wanted to blast

inside her black punani again.

Charlie turned to Annie and said, "C'mere. I want some mo' of dat pussy."

He

pulled his cock from Tilly's mouth. Annie turned to offer a rear mount

position, but Charlie said no. He whirled her to face him, dipped a

little and scooped up her right leg. Then he straightened up and guided

his straining black member into her silky cleft. Her pussy lips parted

to receive him fully. Her engorged clitoris happily slid the length of

his thickly veined shaft. Annie draped her arms around his shoulders and

neck. She lolled her head backwards as Charlie began to fire

piston-like shots into her aching snatch.

For

some minutes the only sounds from the hidden glade were wet balls

slapping against taint augmented by deep, feminine moans. Charlie arched

and strove to push his entire twelve-inch rod up into Annie. Tilly

managed Ben's ten-incher with a little less difficulty. She'd already

had two shattering orgasms and was working on a third.

The

run up to paradise was managed relatively quickly. Charlie held his

climax for as long as he might, but finally delivered a blistering load

of hot cum into Annie's palpitating snatch. His seminal release

triggered Annie's own climax. She shrieked like a wildcat, dropped her

right leg to the ground, stood on her tiptoes and grinded her pelvis

against him savagely in order to receive the full heft of his thrusts.

Charlie pumped volumes of sticky, white cum into her. Apparently, she'd

come to terms with her trepidations about receiving his seed.

They held each other rigidly as his ejaculate congealed, crawled down their thighs and dripped to the ground.

Watching Annie's passion triggered Tilly's third orgasm of the day. She slammed her punani down on Ben's cock.

"Oh keep it there, Benny! Don't move! Oh! Ah! Give it to me! Oh! Oh-Oh! Fuck!"

She

clasped her labia like a vice around the base of his cock. Ben couldn't

withdraw if he wanted to. He was very close to another orgasm, but he

wanted to cum in Tilly's mouth. With a great effort, Ben held back his

ejaculate while Tilly strained and moaned under the force of her orgasm.

The moment he felt her punani ease it's clamp on his cock, Ben yanked

it out roughly and stumbled around to Tilly's face. Tilly was breathing

heavily, skittering downward from her orgasm. She took his cock in her

mouth as offered. Ben immediately erupted, shooting wads of hot jism

down her throat. Tilly swallowed his issue, but such was the volume of

his cum that it dripped from the corners of her mouth to the ground on

long, elastic sticky strings. Tilly could see Charlie's cum dripping

from Annie's cunt in a similar manner.

The

four teenagers now stood together, sweating profusely, breathing

heavily. Charlie and Annie were still connected at the crotch. Six

inches of Charlie's cock dangled like a thick black snake from her

vulva. The other six inches was still firmly clasped inside her. The

force of his orgasm had sated his lust. His cock had lost most of its

power. It was floppy. If his cock weren't so long it would have slipped

entirely out under pressure from Annie's convulsing cunt.

Ben

was rubbing his cock against Tilly's cheeks and hair. Tilly licked cum

from his balls. She masturbated her own clit lovingly.

"Wow. That was fun." she said.

Annie

eased up off of Charlie's cock and let it flop free. Following Tilly's

lead, she knelt and licked the excess cum from his cock and balls.

The two boys grinned at each other.

Charlie said to the girls, "Let that be a lesson to you!"

Ben chimed in, "Yeh! This is what you get for spying on people!"

Tilly replied, "Hmm. Gimme my shift. I don't know why you think this cock was all that. I've had better."

But she continued to lave Ben's cock with her tongue.

"She-it" said Ben. "Youse a lie. You keep talking and I'll tap dat ass again."

"Ha! Look at you! You can't get it up again."

"Don't bet on it," intoned Annie. "I don't think that thing ever, stays down for long."

They all laughed at this inconvenient truism. Of all people, Annie would know.

Annie

and Tilly now waded into the pool. Tilly took a header and came up ten

feet away. She rinsed Ben's cum from her face and hair. Annie wandered

out until the water covered her tits, then she sucked the cold water

into her cunt and expelled it forcefully. Charlie's semen clouded the

water in thick, milky blobs. She repeated the move, as did Tilly. Annie

didn't think the risk of pregnancy was great, but she always cleaned out

her cooze after sex in this manner.

Ben

and Charlie swam back across the spring to attend to their fishing

poles. Amazingly, all of them were still intact. They hadn't hooked a

single fish.

Ben called to the girls. "Hey, y'all need to spy on us more often!"

Annie called back, "You should be so lucky!"

Charlie ignored her. "And next time bring some of your friends!"

"We might just do that," said Tilly. "You think you can handle it?"

"We handled you, ain't we?" said both boys, simultaneously.

"Shee-it. I'll fuck both of you under de' table. I'll fuck you right now if you can get it up."

The

boys laughed. But they had to back down from this threat. Both of their

cocks were burnt raw from this morning's sexual escapades. It'd be an

hour or more before either staff would be able to salute a hot pussy.

"Yeh, that's what I thought. Come on, Annie." said Tilly.

The girls donned their torn shifts and moved off towards the path thru the woods.

Ben

noted, "Well, we'd better be getting back, too. Let's let them go

ahead, though. We don't want to be showing up alongside them. People

will talk."

To be continued.

By Bardot1990 for Literotica.