Liz discovered that ‘Life is what happens to you while you are making other plans’.
TAGS: Cheating; Creampie; Cunnilingus; Fellatio; First time; Group sex; Lesbian sex; Masturbation; Public nudity
Erotic couplings
I would like to thank kenjisato for making this story much more readable and enjoyable than what I could have mastered on my own. I am sure that the effort was much larger than what he volunteered for. All errors that remain are entirely my fault.
All characters involved in sexual activities, whether actual, fantasy or implied, are 18 or older.
Local words:
Bundu is a word used in South Africa and Zimbabwe to describe a faraway wilderness. The combination ‘bundu bashing’ is used when it is required to forcefully work your way through rough and difficult terrain/vegetation.
eGoli is the Zulu word for Johannesburg, meaning ‘City of gold’.
Location background:
The Magoebaskloof (Mokgoba’s valley) is a forest reserve in South Africa’s northern parts (near Tzaneen for followers of the ‘Spring Break’ series). It is part of a beautiful, mountainous, indigenous, sub-tropical-evergreen forest. A number of hiking (backpacking) trails are laid out in the reserve, with two-day, three-day and four-day options.
Mokgoba, after which the area is named, was the King of a small indigenous tribe (the Tlou tribe) that rebelled against the government of President Paul Kruger in 1894.
Most of the action takes place in along the circular three-day Dokolewa hiking trail, which meanders mainly through the forest, with occasional savanna (grassland) sections and some cuts through pine plantations or along gravel roads that are mainly used by logging trucks. The 35km (21.75 mi) trail is divided into three sections (8.4 / 15.0 / 11.7km or 5.2 / 9.3 / 7.3mi) with overnight huts that can accommodate twenty-four hikers each at a time. Electricity is only available at the overnight hut at the start of the trail. The trail crosses numerous mountain streams that abound with refreshing mountain pools, rapids and waterfalls.
Historical background:
This story plays off in South Africa in July 1993. South Africa was still white-ruled (ANC majority rule only started in 1994) with a conservative-religious government. Rules regarding the censoring of the media and publications started to be more relaxed after decades of severe censorship. The only adult magazine reasonably available at the time was ‘SCOPE’, where printed black stars obscured the view of nipples and vulva (even unshaved). The magazine was launched in the 1960s and the final issue was published in June 1996.
A frequent advertiser in the magazine was ‘Beau Brummel’, who operated a resort for naturists named, ‘Beau Valley’. Beau bought the 400 Ha farm from his proceeds as a pop singer (Beau the Untamed) and operated the resort from 1981 until 1994. The resort brought lots of business to the local (conservative) town of Warmbaths (the town’s name is derived from the numerous hot springs in the area — about 250 km south of Magoebaskloof) to the extent that the community applied pressure on the school’s principal to re-admit Beau’s two children when they were expelled from the school (due to their father’s unacceptable social tendencies). The principal eventually resigned.
With competition entering the market and his monopoly on the ‘naturist’ market dwindling, Beau would (naturally) promote the resort whenever there was an opportunity to do so.
Cell phone coverage in South Africa only started in 1994.
Graskop: Monday 12 July
Liz watched through her admin office’s window into the workshop, where Jacob picked some heavy equipment up onto a workbench. She couldn’t miss how his muscles bulged due to the effort. A flutter went through her, as she recalled the last time they had sex and how wonderful the powerful grip of his hands felt. At the time, she still considered herself lucky to be in a serious relationship with Jacob as he was the most handsome young man in the company. Several of her female colleagues had expressed their interest in a relationship with Jacob in the past. Then she felt the sinking feeling that her recollection could well be the final coupling of them, and the final good memory for her to cling onto.
The telephone conversation she just had with ‘Cyndi’, the receptionist at ‘City of Gold Guest House’ and who referred to Jacob as the ‘hot, sexy guy from Graskop’, convinced her that she did the right thing to call off their relationship. Jacob handed Cyndi’s business card to her when he heard that he should report Wednesday morning at the ‘Egoli Industrial Training Center’ to renew his forklift competency certificate.
Jacob was an accomplished mechanic, who started working the logging company, where Liz was working, about a year ago. He was three years her senior and they soon started to date and it wasn’t long before their relationship turned sexual. She just loved the firm grip of his strong hands, which was the result of handling heavy equipment, on her body when they had sex.
They were devoted to each other, or so Liz thought. But rumors of Jacob’s infidelity surfaced, after Jacob attended a two-week training course in Johannesburg on the maintenance of new logging machinery the company invested in some three months earlier.
Jacob turned around and disappeared into the workshop, and with it, her thoughts of Jacob started to fade and she started to think about her plans for the rest of the week, which would hopefully culminate in a new sexual encounter.
Liz was a five-foot-three, twenty-three-year-old brunette with a 36-23-39 figure. She grew up on a farm just outside Graskop (population about 4,000) but went to school in nearby Sabie (population about 10,000) which was only thirty kilometers (20 miles) away. She had her first sexual encounter at the end of her matric year (similar to senior year/Grade 12) seven months shortly after she turned eighteen, whereafter she remained celibate. That is, until she started dating Jacob about a year ago.
After school, she got a job at a local logging company where she discovered with shock, that the moral values of the loggers and the men working in the workshop, who were not as conservative as the sub-community where she grew up. Centerfolds of mostly the ‘Scope’ magazine were displayed on the walls next to several workbenches, and there were even a few ‘Playboy’ centerfolds without stars over the model’s nipples and vulva. She once ventured into the men’s locker room where she found a similar display of centerfolds.
Liz smiled when she recalled that she found a discarded Scope magazine in the workshop a few months into her employ and secretly took it home. Her curiosity got the better of her and, with the order form in the magazine, she bought herself a dildo. Not too big, but something larger than her finger. During her time of celibacy, she often fantasized about sex with another woman, but discarded the idea that it would materialize, mainly because she was living in the small, seemingly-conservative community.
It brought her thoughts back to her latest purchase from a Scope advertiser, the notification to collect the package arrived that same morning and she planned to collect it during her lunch break. She was a bit stressed, she needed the contents for her special plans later in the week and she feared that she was running out of time. And the person on whom she intended to try out the contents of the package, was sharing the admin office with her — Marlene!
At nineteen, Marlene was four years younger than Liz. She was a single child and home-schooled in Sabie by her parents. Her parents loved the outdoors and preferred to be on their own, which resulted in Marlene growing up in isolation without boyfriends or other friends. She was very impressionable and immediately befriended Liz when she started to work at the logging company where they shared the same admin office. She looked to Liz as an elder sister and enjoyed the expanding horizons of their discussions. Their chats were purely platonic at first, but as time went by, their discussions started to include intimate, and even erotic, undertones.
Marlene started to fantasize about having a boyfriend, especially when Liz started to spice their conversations up with references to the sex she had with Jacob during their chats. But after Liz broke up with Jacob, their chats took a lesbian turn.
When Liz’s parents told her two months ago that they would be going on a hiking trip in Magoebaskloof, and that they want her to house-sit, she immediately saw the opportunity to invite Marlene to stay with her, and to try to play out her suppressed fantasies. It was easy for Liz to get Marlene excited about the prospects and she hadn’t had to wait long before she claimed another discarded Scope magazine in the workshop so she could order a selection of new toys, toys for two women. ‘Toys with big…’
Movement at Jacob’s workstation interrupted her thoughts. She smiled and finished her thought. ‘…with big shafts like Jacob’s.’
Liz was torn in two, a part of her wanted to have sex with Jacob again, and she knew she could have it if she wanted. He told her so, claimed that he was loyal to her. Another part was trying to push him away, forget about him after he cheated on her, like her recent phone call confirmed.
Jacob looked up and saw Liz’s gaze in his direction. He blew a kiss in her direction. Liz abruptly looked back into the office in the direction of Marlene who was on her way to the ladies’ restroom. A thought flashed through Liz’s mind, so she waited until she heard the flush from the toilet before she, too, went into the restroom.
Marlene was standing in front of the vanity, making her final inspections. Liz was again drawn to her due to her innocence. When done, Marlene turned around and stepped towards the door, where Liz was waiting for her, blocking her way.
Liz wrapped her arm around Marlene’s waist and drew her closer. She leaned forward and pecked a quick kiss on Marlene’s lips. She saw the surprised look on Marlene’s face. “I reckon that we should start breaking the ice, otherwise tomorrow night may start off awkward.”
Marlene’s heart was racing, it was the first physical intimate act from Liz, in spite of their open talk and plans of getting intimate with each other. Was it excitement, or was it nerves? She gave a nervous smile.
Liz took the smile as approval and leaned in to kiss Marlene again, this time her lips lingered slightly longer on Marlene’s, giving them a slight tug when she pulled away.
Marlene was still petrified, but thought that sex could not be that bad if kissing felt so great and exciting. She closed her eyes and leaned forward for more. Her knees almost buckled under her when Liz’s hand cupped the back of her head and pulled their lips harder together. She understood the message when Liz’s tongue probed her lips and allowed Liz entry into her mouth.
She tensed up when she felt Liz’s hand which slid from her back towards her breast. She got hold of Liz’s hand just when it cupped her breast and kept it in place and broke the kiss. “Carefull, they’re sensitive… It is that time of the month.”
Liz saw how her plans with Marlene evaporated into thin air and slowly released Marlene. She was mid-period and never contemplated Marlene’s cycle. “We better get back to work.”
****
Tuesday 13 July 07:00
Liz felt disappointed, even devastated when she put the phone’s handset down. She had all her ducks in a row for her intimate time with Marlene, but her plans seemed to just continue to fall apart. She was feeling positive as her test ride of the strap-on dildo, albeit in solitary, exceeded her expectations. And Marlene indicated that her period would be over in a day or two, leaving ample time for then to play with each other.
The new duck that went astray, was the cancellation of the Magoebaskloof trip, because one of the main organizers had had a heart attack during the night and was recovering in the local hospital. Liz was no longer required to house-sit her parents’ house.
She sat back in her reclining chair in the hopes to gather strength to face the day after this new setback. Then, slowly a smile formed on her face, the duck which went astray may be on its way to a better pond. She would just have to get the rest of the ducks in a row again on their way to the new destination, and the first step was to call Reverend Murray.
****
Pretoria; Tuesday 13 July 09:00:
Frans brought his white Toyota Corolla to a halt in the driveway of Dorothy’s house. He was still recovering after completing the four-day, 240 kilometer (160 mi) Bergriver canoe marathon this past Saturday. He finished in the top thirty and their 1,500 kilometer (1,000mi) return trip back to Pretoria had taken its toll. He looked forward to see Dorothy again, since he hasn’t seen her for almost ten days.
He couldn’t figure whether he was more excited than nervous about the wonderful news he had for her about their upcoming hiking (backpacking) trip. He arrived early because they would have to review their shopping list due to the changed circumstances. Reverend Murray called him an hour ago and told him that Elder Marais, the person who organized the backpacking trip in Magoebaskloof, had had a heart attack during the night and was admitted to hospital. The elderly group, which he and Dorothy literally gate crashed two months ago, would no longer be going onto the trail. He and Dorothy would have the entire trail to themselves if they were still interested in going.
Frans and Dorothy had been in a celibate relationship for the past fourteen months, mainly due to Dorothy’s highly conservative father, George. Frans and Dorothy’s sport commitments also played a role. When Dorothy heard a classmate bragging about her grandparents, who would go onto the Magoebaskloof trail as part of a church group, she encouraged Frans to contact the organizer to find out if the two of them could join the group.
When Dorothy’s overly-protective father heard about it, he wanted to prevent Dorothy from going, but agreed to allow Dorothy to go with Frans on the trail, only because they would be part of a church group. Dorothy’s open-minded mother, Claire, also used her influence to sway George’s mind.
Frans and Dorothy daydreamed, since they joined the backpacking group, about how Frans would deflower Dorothy on a romantic moss-covered bank of a mountain pool. Dappled sunlight through the forest canopy would flash over Dorothy’s breasts, while the rhythmic splash from a nearby waterfall, feeding the pool, would provide the background beat for lovely birdsong to complete the romantic setting for the momentous event.
With the church group no longer sharing the trail, there would be no privacy issues when he and Dorothy lose their virginities together. Nobody else would be around to hear Dorothy’s grunts, when he would finally break through her hymen and penetrate her vagina. No one would hear her expression of joy when she finally climax on his penis, or his expressions of joy when he orgasmed. He chuckled, thinking that it would indeed be a ‘momentous event’.
Frans stepped out of the car to convey the good news to Dorothy. He was greeted by Claire when he rang the doorbell. She invited him in, while she went to call Dorothy who was in her bedroom.
Frans could hear Dorothy saying that she didn’t want to see him, before the bedroom door was abruptly closed. A muffled conversation ensued of which Frans couldn’t make out any words. After minutes of anxious waiting, he could make out that Dorothy was sobbing during the brief moment the door opened when Claire exited her bedroom. Claire was very apologetic when she told Frans that Dorothy didn’t want to see him and that Dorothy was absolutely sure that she wouldn’t be going on the trip. When Claire saw his disappointment and confusion, she suggested that Frans give Dorothy a few days, maybe a week, to find herself; since Dorothy didn’t want to discuss the issue at all.
*****
Graskop 08:00
Marlene entered the office with an announcement and a frown on her face. “I guess our plans for tonight are cancelled with the Magoebaskloof trip being called off.” Marlene was somewhat relieved about the news, even though part of her was still curious and disappointed at the turn of events. She put her handbag onto her office desk and got seated.
Liz smiled at her and lifted the telephone’s handset. “I just spoke to Reverend Murray, he said we can use the church’s reservation to go on the trail. We should be on our own, except for maybe a young couple from Pretoria. I already spoke to Mrs Pretorius, who said that she would cope for the rest of the week.”
Marlene looked unsure at Liz. “You mean…?”
Liz interrupted Marlene. “I mean, you better submit you application for leave for the rest of the week before Mrs. Pretorius changes her mind. I’m off to my parents to lay claim to their backpacks, sleeping bags and other hiking stuff. Come to my flat with all your clothes and stuff as soon as possible.”
****
Grasskop: 10:30
“You sure you want to do it, I mean we are two young women on our own? Besides, your car would qualify as a classic soon!” Marlene sounded a little concerned in spite of the mischievous glint in her eyes, as she dumped her clothes on Marlene’s dining table.
“Says who? Ten years is nothing for modern cars!” Liz mocked irritation, and the fact that they would be two women on their own, created the vision of the two of them stranded in her metallic-navy-blue Volkswagen Jetta on a deserted road. They would be cuddled up under a cozy fleece blanket for the night in the back seat, with only the sound of chirping crickets outside, and maybe an owl hooting in the distance. A waxing crescent moon near the horizon would provide a dim, romantic setting while her arms would be wrapped around Marlene’s body with one hand playing with the nipple on Marlene’s pert young 34B breast and the other exploring deep inside her wet vagina.
Liz’s thoughts were interrupted by Marlene. “You mentioned that a couple from Pretoria also booked but Reverend Murray wasn’t sure if they would still be interested in going.”
Liz thought for a moment and a smile spread over her face when she envisaged herself riding the big cock of the Pretoria stranger. She shuddered when she remembered that she was done with men, who are all cheaters! She recollected herself and looked at Marlene. “The worst-case scenario would be four people on the trail, even if they decide to go. It would be easy to avoid them and I suspect that they would also prefer to avoid us if they are also planning on having some intimate fun.”
Marlene added some advice which jerked Liz back to reality. “We must hit the road not too long after twelve, so we better start packing! We’ll need to do some shopping for stuff that other members of the group would have packed. It will be a four-hour-plus drive in your car and sunset is around five! You don’t want to drive the last stretch in the dark.” It was clear that Marlene was a regular backpacker and knew the area.
*****
Pretoria: 16:50
Frans rushed into the supermarket with his shopping list. He had decided at the last moment to go onto the trail on his own, after all. He, too, needed to clear his mind, and it would give Dorothy the time to find herself, as Claire suggested. Luckily, he could use the shopping list that he and Dorothy compiled before he left for the canoe marathon. He decided to improvise a menu but, since they planned to be on their own, except for the meals, the shopping list required little revision.
He was again impressed by Dorothy’s planning ability when he opened the list and knew that he would dearly miss her if things didn’t work out between them in the end. The list was categorized with a section for food, clothes, toiletries and so forth. He decided to sort the toiletries out first because the pharmacy section was nearby. He took a box of bandages and ticked it off the list. The next item on the list was insect repellant which he took and ticked off the list. A jolt ripped through his heart when he got to the last item under toiletries. He drew a line through the item in his mind, without taking any — condoms. Dorothy would have been in her fertile window and they wanted to take no risk.
It was almost half past six when he paid for the shopping and went home to pack his backpack. He realized that it would be too late to start driving as it was already dark, and the last part of the trip was on winding gravel roads. He hoped to get onto the road shortly after five the next morning so he could arrive at the start point’s overnight hut around ten. The first day’s trail was almost eight and a half kilometers (5.2 mi) long which he should cover easily in the seven hours of daylight that would be left.
*****
Magoebaskloof: 17:15
It was getting dark outside the De Hoek overnight hut where Marlene and Liz were both straddling a raised log that was provided for seating around the campfire. They stared into the starry night sky and listened to the sounds from the dark surroundings. Marlene’s back rested on Liz’s D-cup boobs with Liz’s one hand cupped over Marlene’s pert young breast and her other hand nestled between her upper thighs. Luckily, Marlene didn’t complain that her breast was sensitive, but it may just be because she was careful not to stimulate it, yet.
Marlene was unsure what to expect, and clueless on what to do. She was excited about the prospect of being intimate with another person, and the fact that it was Liz, made her relax a bit. The familiar crackle of the campfire and the sounds of the night animals made her at ease. She had already accepted her fate, and was ready to play along and to follow Liz’s lead.
Liz was hesitant to take the next step. It would be her first experience with another woman, and although it was easy to do in her fantasies, she wasn’t sure how Marlene would react, especially after their encounter in the ‘ladies’ the previous day. She slipped her fingers into Marlene’s tight-fitting blouse, but realized that there wasn’t enough room to play around. She waited to make sure Marlene was comfortable with the idea before she pulled her fingers out to undo the top button of Marlene’s blouse. When she returned her hand to cup Marlene’s breast over the thin lacy bra, she could feel the first signs of a firmer nipple.
While she still decided on her next small step, the blouse’s tension on her hand relaxed and she realized that Marlene continued to undo more of the blouse’s buttons. She waited until Marlene unbuttoned all the buttons. This gave Liz the courage to take hold of the bra’s shoulder strap and to pull it off Marlene’s shoulder along with the shoulder of the unbuttoned blouse.
This move was similarly welcomed by Marlene who maneuvered her elbow so Liz could pull the blouse’s sleeve and the bra strap off in one movement, allowing Marlene’s breast to pop into freedom as soon as the cup cleared her nipple. Marlene turned her head and gave Liz a loving kiss on her lips. This gave Liz the courage to let her hand venture back to Marlene’s breast and start to grip the hardened nipple lightly between her fingers. Marlene sighed contently when she leaned back, pressing harder into Liz’s large boobs, for another kiss.
After a few minutes of intimate kissing and playing with Marlene’s nipples, Liz decided to take the next big step and started to undo the top button on Marlene’s shorts. She was again eagerly assisted when Marlene got up and undressed completely except for a pair of lacy briefs.
When she sat down again, she sat a few inches forward from her earlier position in order to spread her legs invitingly wide. Liz cupped Marlene’s pussy, rubbing her fingers lightly over the texture of her panty. After a while of bliss, Marlene took Liz’s hand and guided her fingers into the waistband of her panties.
Liz was reluctant to proceed. “Is it safe?”
Marlene knew why Liz asked the question. “I guess… my tampon was still clear when we arrived.”
Liz slipped her hand deep into the panty, careful not to pull any hair of Marlene’s lush bush which Liz thought needed trimming. When she finally lowered her hand to cup the vulva, her middle finger touched Marlene’s anal bud, which pulled away in reaction.
Liz paused and held her breath for a moment because she thought she heard a car’s engine that could be the couple from Pretoria. All went silent around her and it was as if nature also kept its breath for that moment. She felt Marlene’s hand on hers, guiding her middle finger to her clit, through the wet channel between her inner lips. She started to breathe again and she could hear the night sounds again, which never went silent.
A nearby nightjar called into the night.
Marlene’s other hand started to roll her own nipple between her fingers. Liz started to work Marlene’s other nipple and to massage the clit. She eagerly met the lips that were momentarily offered before deep gasps started to escape and compelled Marlene’s lips to break away from Liz’s, in order to breathe.
“Oooooh… yesssss, ohhhhh yessss.” Marlene jerked, as the first orgasmic bolt ripped through her body. A second bolt flushed through the young women’s body. “Yessss, yesssss… ohhh fuuuuuck.” She gave Liz a kiss. “That was my first orgasm with someone else. It was… It was so intense.”
When the last orgasmic bolts subsided, Marlene realized that it was cold. Although Magoebaskloof was a sub-tropical forest, it was still winter and she was totally naked. “It is cold.” She gave Liz a final kiss before working loose from Liz’s hands. She gathered her clothes and went into the overnight hut to get dressed. Once inside, she noticed the goosebumps all over her body. She opened her backpack, which was simply dropped inside the hut when they arrived, and retrieved her sweater top which she donned over her naked torso. She removed her panties, which had a soaking wet gusset by now, and went to the showers to clean her pussy.
Liz’s stuff was in a disorganized bundle on the floor. She decided to pack her stuff at the overnight hut in spite of Marlene’s warnings that she brought along too much stuff. Liz made Marlene’s advice off with ‘I can always leave stuff in my car.’ She already found her sweater top and was searching for the matching pants. When she finally found them, she stepped into them, and explored the hut, which was essentially a logger family’s old house.
When Marlene returned, Liz pointed to the corner room with the only working door in the hut. “I think we move into that room over there. So the Pretoria couple won’t disturb us when they arrive.” Marlene agreed, and they moved their stuff into the room.
Liz walked to the ablution facilities. She touched her nose on her way there to take in the tangy scent of Marlene’s sex for a last time. She couldn’t really tell if it was different from her own, and slipped her other hand into her trunks to retrieve some of her own juices to compare. There was a hint of something, but it was too subtle to tell. It might have been remnants of Marlene’s scent in her nose when she sniffed her own. She put her finger with the dry remnants of Marlene’s sex juices in her mouth but she wasn’t sure if the tangy taste was Marlene’s or just sweat. She pumped soap onto her hands and rinsed it off under the tap.
Marlene was preparing hot chocolate in the kitchen, when Liz finally got out of the ablution. She rubbed her hands over her sweater sleeves in the hope to warm her arms. “I’m making a mug for you, as well.”
Liz poured hot water in the kitchen sink and washed the cutlery which they used for supper. They left the cutlery to dry overnight and settled in their secluded room with steaming mugs of hot chocolate in their hands. They left the door open and finished their hot drinks while sitting on the bottom of one of the bunk beds. They discussed sleeping options, but the bed’s positions in the room didn’t fit the double bed arrangement that they would have preferred. The heavy bunk beds were also too heavy for the women to move around, and sleeping separately on single beds wasn’t part of their plans. Sleeping together on a single bed sounded like fun, but only until one of them fell off in her sleep.
Liz went for a short excursion to see if there were better options in the rest of the hut, but she had no luck. Marlene used the time to pull a mattress off one of the beds, checking if it would work if they put two next to each other on the floor. There was a suitable space right at the entrance to the room that could work, but the door would have to be either permanently open or permanently closed.
They discussed the options and opted to sleep with the door closed to ensure that the Pretoria couple wouldn’t be able to walk in on them when they finally arrive. It also meant that they would have to do their final ablutions and dishwashing before they could finalize their sleeping arrangement.
It was almost ten o’clock when they finally closed the bedroom door behind them. They sorted the mattresses and zipped the matching pair of sleeping bags that Marlene borrowed from her parents together.
Liz dug among her stuff for the two packages with ‘one size fits all’ babydoll sets that she specially ordered for the trip. She went on a spending spree when the trip became a reality and the babydolls were added as an afterthought. There was a red one and a white one for Marlene to choose from.
Marlene loved red and looked at the photo on the package. The thin extensions of the shoulder straps, which was supposed to form breast cups, formed a deep plunging ‘V’ neckline and is joined at the bottom of the ‘V’ onto a short miniskirt which barely overlapped the waistband of the matching G-string. The whole appearance screamed ‘easy access’.
On the smaller image showing the back it was clear that the shoulder straps reduced to spaghetti straps which were bow-tied into a halter. Bowties on both sides of the G-string confirmed that the set had ‘easy removal’ in mind as well to complement the ‘easy access’ appearance. The thought of her wearing it set her heart racing, although she thought that it would be too daring for her.
Marlene next took a closer look at the white set, which seemed much more conservative. The round neckline went barely an inch or two below nipple height and an elastic strip below the breasts provided minimal support. A skirt with a slit in front was joined to the elastic strip and the slit’s overlap ensured that the crotch of the thong was the only exposed part. A hint of areolae could be seen through the material with two vertical straps which kept the cups in place.
Marlene looked at the smaller rearview photo that showed that the shoulder straps cross on the back before they joined the elastic under-breast band. The thong, although entirely covered by the skirt, could still be seen through the thin material. She decided on white and handed the red set back to Liz.
Liz smiled because she actually fancied the red set for herself, and started to undress. Marlene, who waited for Liz to take the initiative, also started to undress. Marlene was still busy to sort out the shoulder straps when Liz was done. It was the first time that Liz wore a babydoll and decided to experiment a bit, pulling the breast covers into her cleavage to spread her boobs. She loved the way her full breasts were pressed together when the cup strips were on the outside.
She bundled the small piece of G-string cloth together and was testing if all would fit between her nether lips when Marlene cleared her throat to signal that she was finally finished.
Marlene made a beautiful sight. Her soft nipples pressed small dark dots through the thin white material, but it was the medium-small dark spots of areolae that stood out prominently. The model’s areolae must have been much lighter, or maybe they manipulated the photo. Scanning lower down, it was also clear that the model was much shorter than Marlene’s five foot ten because the skirt barely covered the panty’s waistband and there was no hope of the G-string panties covering Marlene’s dark bush. “You look stunning.” Liz started to think about plans to trim the bush down.
“You, too.” Marlene could only smile, as she looked at Liz with her naked boobs, nicely framed and pressed together by the boob strips and with the G-string disappearing between shaved puffy lips, like a sausage disappearing into a hot dog roll.
Liz, who was quite satisfied with the impression that she had made, and pulled the pieces to their proper positions. She gestured to Marlene to join her on the sleeping bags which were spread over the mattresses.
She delved in her mess and retrieved the black, strap-on double-headed dildo, which she tried out the night before. “For tonight!?” The section that would go into the bearer was slightly thinner and shorter than the section that would be inserted into her partner. There was also a small nub that would rub the clitoris of the bearer. The entire toy was intimidating.
Marlene looked in horror at the toy, and couldn’t decide which end was supposed to end up inside her. Both ends seemed gigantic and she felt unprepared to go ahead, even though Liz had tried to prepare her for this when they discussed their plans. She looked at Liz, who smiled at her, before she looked back at the strap-on in the hope that it was smaller, but it only seemed larger than before. She was unconvinced that she was ready to take the big step. “No, it’s too big, it’s a monster!”
Liz smiled, as she had expected the reaction, she would have reacted much the same if she was still a virgin. But it was part of her plan to prepare Marlene. “No, it isn’t. Look!” She tested the inside of her vagina and, although it was wet, she still lubricated the larger ‘cock’, pulled the G-string’s gusset aside, and slowly filled her pussy with it. She looked triumphantly at Marlene’s shocked face. “See, it fits easily, no problem!”
Liz used the opportunity to work it a few times into her, trying to recreate the feeling of the night before, to feel how well it filled her compared to Jacob’s cock. Satisfied that it still was a good match, she kept it inside her, to prolong the nice sensation, while searching for the dildo which she believed would be acceptable for Marlene.
Liz gave another triumphant smile when she retrieved a soft double-ended pink and turquoise dildo. It was about two inches shorter than the black monster’s total length and slightly thinner in girth, as well. This was the actual item that Liz wanted to buy which escalated into the spending spree and which Liz hoped would become the work-horse toy during the trail. “What about this one?”
Marlene was still shocked and just shook her head. In her mind, it was even longer than the strap-on.
Liz was disappointed when she returned the toy the pile next to her. She was still confident that they would do it in duo, but she had her hopes on doing it tonight. Liz had a final and foolproof alternative which she was trying to find. It was her trusted and much shorter and thinner red dildo that she secretly ordered from a Scope advertiser for her own pleasure after she lost her virginity. One which gave her much pleasure until she discovered Jacob’s marvelous cock. Expectantly, she offered it to Marlene. “Surely this one would work!?”
Marlene was still in shock and even a pinky would be large in her mind. “Rather tomorrow, in a romantic setting, like next to a stream. And besides, I did orgasm tonight.” The thickened head of the toy scared her and she wasn’t so sure about this lesbian stuff anymore. She was so sure when Liz played with her outside, and she did the things that she thought Liz wanted, but until now, anything that was supposed to go into her vagina was imaginary and sometime in the future.
Liz decided to make the most of the situation and retrieved the box with the rechargeable vibrator which she also added to her latest order. She splashed out the extra money to get a luxury model that featured a clit stimulator and rotating knobby sections along the length. She hoped that it would be better than Jacob’s cock.
She stowed the vibrator under her pillow and made herself comfortable on top of the sleeping bags with her feet planted about a foot away from her buttocks and a foot apart. She slowly started to remove the strap-on from her and chucked it onto the pile at the end of the bed.
She handed the vibrator to Marlene. “For me.” Marlene was shocked because it seemed as if the shaft was even longer and thicker than the strap-on’s. She inspected the toy which started to vibrate softly in her hands. She almost dropped it and was desperately searching for the controls which she believed she accidentally touched. The intensity of the vibrations increased and started to vibrate in bursts of about one second. Marlene looked up at Liz who couldn’t contain her laughter.
Liz pressed a button on a small tear shaped remote control to end the vibrations before showing it to Marlene. They inspected and tested the remote and quickly worked out what the various controls were doing.
Liz handed the vibrator and lube to Marlene before she got herself back in the comfortable position with her feet apart as before. She spread her knees wide and showed Marlene to sit between them.
When Liz pulled the G-string to the side, Marlene knew exactly what to do and lubed the toy before she inserted the tip of the vibrator into Liz’s vaginal opening.
“Turn it on.”
Marlene obliged and was amazed to see how the vibrating toy slid effortlessly centimeter by centimeter into Liz’s vagina until all of it was buried. Only when Liz felt the clitoral appendix touched her clit did she let go of her G-string and started to play with her breasts.
Marlene stepped up the vibration intensity three notches, when Liz said that she should leave it at that setting for the time being and asked Marlene to step through the modes.
Marlene stepped through the modes, leaving it in a mode for about a minute at a time. Liz was undecided, after Marlene completed the cycle, between the short bursts and the slow ramp where the intensity started off low and increase over about five seconds. Marlene increased the intensity another notch and could hear in Liz’s breathing that it was already hugely enjoyable to her. Liz settled for the ramp mode and asked Marlene to take it two notches down before she activated the ‘turbo’ mode.
A jolt ran through Liz’s body when the toy started to tap onto her clit and the knobby sections inside her vagina started to rotate. She pinched hard on her nipples and pulled it, hoping to delay her orgasm which was approaching like an unstoppable train. Marlene notched up the intensity which took Liz powerfully over the edge. She never experienced an orgasm with this intensity. Her legs slammed against Marlene’s head, just to open wide again while she lifted her hips into the intruder of her vagina. Her hips barely lowered when another orgasmic shock ripped through her which caused her hips to rise even higher.
Marlene raised the intensity up another notch and skip to the next mode with four short bursts in quick succession followed by a longer burst which caused Liz to squirt when the next orgasmic strike ripped through her body. Liz’s hands gripped around Marlene’s hand on the vibrator, wishing to pull it out, but only managed to refine the position of the appendage on her clit. “Oooohhh… fuuuuuck.”
More jolts ripped through Liz’s body, but soon she didn’t have the strength to react any more. Her hips dropped back onto the wet sleeping bag while Marlene reduced the intensity setting a notch or two. Liz took the remote from her and switched the turbo mode off.
Marlene started to pull the vibrating toy out and was again amazed that Liz could take the entire length as centimeter after centimeter of the shaft reappeared. When she finally removed the tip she was surprised to see that Liz’s opening continued to contract and release as if breathing and she wondered if her own vagina would do the same after an orgasm. It took her a while before the vibrations in her hand and the noises from the vibrator pulled her attention away from Liz’s breathing opening.
The temptation was too much for Marlene, and with her free hand, she pulled her thong away, spread her vulva wide open and pressed the vibrating tip onto her clit, searching for the right spot. Soon she was drifting away on a cloud. “Oooohhh… yesss… fuuuuuck!”
They dried the two puddles of squirt juice and noticed other stains on the sleeping bags, speculating whether it had a similar origin. It was shortly before eleven when they finally got into the sleeping bags. At least there would be no need to wash it off and contend with an even wetter sleeping bag.
*****
Wednesday 14 July 1982: Magoebaskloof: 07:30
Liz woke to birdsong but feeling on a high. Then she felt it, a short tuck on her breast. She smiled when she recalled the events of the night. After they slid into the sleeping bags they embraced each other. They intertwined their legs and her hand ended up on Marlene’s shoulder strap, which was too much of a temptation. She pulled it off Marlene’s shoulder until a pert tit popped free. With a bit of maneuvering she started to kiss, lick and suck it and with the aid of her free hand, she fingered Marlene to orgasm before they drifted off to sleep.
Marlene responded in kind when the temperature dropped in the early hours of the morning and they covered the sleeping bags with a fleece blanket. This time, Marlene dipped her head into the sleeping bag cocoon and started to suck Liz’s breast and fingered her to orgasm. However, Marlene continued to suck her breast until they fell asleep again. Recalling Marlene’s shocked expression when she saw the strap-on, Liz pondered if Marlene’s desire to suck her breast provided her with a sense of security similar to the security a baby got when she sucks her mother’s breast. Liz carefully worked her breast out of Marlene’s mouth so she could get going. She still has to pack her stuff.
Marlene was luckily sleeping on the mattress that didn’t block the door. After some shifting of stuff around, Liz returned the mattress to the bed and opened the door to boil water in the kettle for coffee and their breakfast cereal and to surprise Marlene with breakfast and coffee in the bed.
Liz sent Marlene to the shower while she washed the cutlery. Then she took her shower bag and towel to join Marlene. No sign of Marlene’s bush was left by the time they stepped out of the shower thirty minutes later.
At eight o’clock, Liz and Marlene still battled to get everything into their backpacks. Liz didn’t realize that the loose items in the car, like the fleece blanket that they used to cover them when the temperature dropped in the early morning, would take up so much space. Liz would have been in a bigger trouble if Marlene didn’t start to arrange everything and organized her backpack on her behalf.
They already decided to leave the fleece blanket and wear their sweaters during the night. The babydoll sets were also on the ‘leave behind’ pile because they were wet and smelled like sex, even though they were small enough to fit in somewhere and would have been dry by now had they washed them when they started to pack.
The black monster also ended up on the pile which saddened Liz because she had hoped to try out the adventurous toy somewhere along the route. Liz made sure that her small red dildo was packed, if only one of her selection of toys ended up in Marlene’s pussy, then that was the one with the biggest chance! But it was a toss-up between the vibrator and the double-ended dildo. Liz had visions of simultaneous action, especially with the strap-on now out of the picture. She swayed the decision on the arguments that she doesn’t know how long the vibrator’s batteries would last and because it was thinner for Marlene’s sake and flexible for easier packing.
They filled their water bottles and locked everything that should be left behind in the car. Liz looked at the cars in the parking area, there was neither movement nor new vehicles. “I guess the Pretoria couple decided to stay home.”
“Yeah, looks like it.”
Liz took Marlene’s hand in hers and took the first step on the gravel road that led to the forest and a romantic stream where she would take Marlene’s virginity.
*****
Near Warmbaths: 08:00
Frans just left Warmbaths behind him when the eight o’clock news broadcast started. He was in no mood for news and searched for another station. He tuned in on a local station discussing events of the day. A thirty-something lady with a bubbly voice and quaint French accent, was introduced to discuss regional events associated with Bastille Day. She provided some historical background of the day and elaborated on events organized in the nearby towns, which were mostly costume competitions at local hotels with small historical displays that were prepared. He loved the sound of her voice and decided to settle on the station for the time being.
Frans tried to make sense of his situation with Dorothy who should have been in the passenger seat next to him. They should have made the trip the previous day and arrived at the overnight hut before sunset. And both would have been losing their virginity soon.
Their plans were supposed to be foolproof. The fact that both of them were still virgins was testimony of Dorothy’s father’s highly-religious attitudes towards pre-marital sex, despite the fact that Dorothy herself was the result of pre-marital sex. He contemplated on why he put up with all that shit and decided that Dorothy’s company was worth more than the shit her parents gave him.
‘Bastille Day’ of Rush played to complement the talk, but Frans’s thoughts were still trying to figure out the Dorothy situation.
Dorothy’s mom wasn’t so bad, probably because she realized how hypocritical they were. Dorothy’s last call was on the morning when he left for the canoeing trip, with the wonderful news that her mother promised to help her with birth control as soon as her next period started. It was indeed good news, as it seemed as if Claire accepted the fact that the two of them would have intercourse soon.
Maybe Claire smelt Dorothy’s sex juices on her wet panties, when she got into the house after he said his final goodbyes the night before he left for the Bergrivier trip. The night that Dorothy finally allowed him to play with her nether lips inside her panties. Or maybe she picked up the smell of his sperm which he blasted into her mouth that night. He shuddered at the thought that some of it escaped, and Dorothy smeared it over her face.
Unfortunately, the plan to get her on birth control would have been too late for the Magoebaskloof hike, hence the condoms on the shopping list. Claire must have realized that it was inevitable that Dorothy would lose her virginity soon, and decided to manage the situation sensibly. Claire was also instrumental to convince Dorothy’s dad to allow Dorothy to go on the trip with Frans because they ‘would be part of a church group’, albeit of a different denomination.
Her dad on the other hand was like a guard dog on steroids whenever Frans was around, even after fifteen months of celibate dating. He made it clear from the beginning that he had a shotgun, he knew how to use it, and he was prepared to use it if Frans dared to hurt his little daughter. He didn’t care how much his precious daughter was hurt in the process by his attitude. Frans made a mental note to check with Claire before visiting Dorothy.
An elderly man started rumbling on the radio about the regional mid-week sport events but Frans didn’t bother. He was thinking of the good times he and Dorothy had. They met at a supermarket’s April fool’s promotion the previous year. They were both fooled. He was waiting in the queue, right behind Dorothy, for some introductory special of a wonder computer, an offer that was too good to miss. He tried to pass the time to identify other loners, like himself, who just stood in the queue with crossed arms, minding their own business. He felt a solidarity with them and decided to talk to one of them when there was an opportunity, until he realized that the girl in front of him was also a loner.
They started to chat about the fake promotion, liked each other’s company, and started to date. He would always try to push her limits, like to kiss her, or fondle her breasts, but she would resist. Her resistance would last for sometime until she would suddenly take initiative and lead the way, confidently. Like in kissing. It took more than a month before she allowed him to hug her, let alone kiss her. It took another three months during which time she turned her cheek for him to kiss. Then suddenly, she would give him a toe-curling kiss that would start off with their lips brushing lightly and build up into heavy intimate smooching. The thought crossed his mind that she received periodic coaching.
Some Afrikaans song was playing on the radio, but Frans’s thoughts were still with Dorothy. He couldn’t understand why she didn’t want to talk to him and was no longer coming along. He was thinking back to the last time that they saw each other. They said their goodbyes in a shady part of the garden at Dorothy’s home, where they discussed the sex position for the deflowering event. They decided on cowgirl to allow Dorothy the freedom to control the process. Once that was decided, Dorothy allowed him play with her breasts while she took his member in her mouth like they had started to do for a week or two before.
Unlike the previous times, where she merely worked him stiff so he could race home to jerk himself off, she continued and made him come in her mouth for the first time. Then she also allowed him, for the first time in their relationship, to play with his finger inside her panty with her wet woman parts. No penetration, just feeling around and finally she guided his finger onto her clit until she, too, orgasmed.
The song finished and they introduced the next guest to talk about a special day. The presenter introduced naturist Beau Brummel. The name immediately caught Frans’s attention. Frans was not a Scope subscriber but he had seen a few at friends’ houses and knew that Beau ran a nudist resort somewhere in the area where he was driving.
Beau announced that he wanted to talk about a new event on the international celebration calendar, namely ‘International Nude Day’. Beau gave an historical background starting with the nudity ban on US beaches in 1974. How Lee Baxandall successfully organized nude ‘free the free beaches’ protests since 1976, and that there was a convergence of dates to the fourteenth of July in most countries. Beau decided to join the initiative and followed the practice of having the fourteenth of July as the nudist date to celebrate in South Africa, as it falls within the school holidays. Entry for adults at his naturist resort, Beau Valley, for the day would be free where you could skinny-dip in the hot springs of the resort, despite it being winter in South Africa and meet up with other like-minded people. He also encouraged others to join the celebration of National Nude Day, and to go naked if appropriate.
Beau’s interview ended and Brian Hyland’s ‘Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini’ song started playing on the radio that put Frans in a slightly better mood. Frans chuckled, he had heard that Beau was crazy and he wondered how many people would accept Beau’s free entry offer. In his mind, he could see that he and Dorothy were skinny-dipping in a hot pool, while Dorothy’s father was doing back flips when he found out.
*****
Magoebaskloof: 10:25
A shaded parking spot under a dense tree was open when Frans arrived at the De Hoek overnight hut shortly after ten. He figured that the twelve odd cars that were parked under the trees belonged to people who were doing days two and day three of the route. He went into the hut to fill up his water bottle and relieve himself after the long, five-hour drive.
His backpack was good to go and he only needed to put on his trail boots to replace the cross-trainer shoes he used to drive. By half past ten, he took his first step on the gravel road. He smiled when thinking back at Beau’s plea to go naked today. He could actually do it because he would be alone in the forest and it would be liberating. He decided to go naked as soon as he entered the forest, although in the back of his mind, he doubted if he would actually do it.
The road crossed two gravel roads and on one of then he saw a loaded truck approaching. He would not be as alone as he thought, so maybe going naked wouldn’t be a good idea. He walked past another smaller backpackers’ hut with a sign that read ‘Dokolewa Pools hut’ and he was glad that he wasn’t naked when the female cleaner inside waved at him.
Frans was disappointed to enter a pine plantation after walking barely more than two hundred meters through a ravine with indigenous forest trees. Mature pine trees stood on the one side of the road while on the trees on the northern side were cut and workers, who waved at him, were removing branches from the logs. The sun was beating down on him and he regretted the fact that he didn’t overnight at the hut. He would have been out of the sun before it got warm, and it was a boring part of the trail anyway.
He was glad when he finally entered the real forest shortly after eleven o’clock. The cool forest breeze brought immediate relief to his hot and sweaty body. The idea of going naked grew with every step he went deeper into the forest. He looked around and was greeted with a lush canopy, moss-covered trunks, lavish ferns and a mixture of birdsongs.
Frans walked until he found a mountain stream. He settled to have lunch. He had an early start and could do with something to eat. The ham sandwiches that he prepared early morning were packed right on top of the upper compartment of his backpack. After he finished, he filled his water bottle with cool mountain water and started to close his backpack again. The cavity where his sandwiches were, called out to him, showing him that there was space for his clothes.
The idea grew on him, thinking that he could easily skinny-dip in a mountain pool to wash the sweat off his body. He started to pull his golf shirt over his head. He looked around to make sure that he was truly on his own. He sat down to remove his trail boots so he could remove his denim and underpants. He left his sweater top outside to wear as a skirt when he was outside the forest.
With only his socks and boots on, he got up and continued along the trail, looking at and enjoying all the epiphytic growth on the moss-covered branches along the trail. He crossed a stream with a nice moss-covered bank and realized with a shock that he didn’t think about Dorothy since he had entered the forest. Did he make peace with the thought that he had lost her? Did he lose her? Did he want to lose her?
*****
Liz was standing on the wooden bridge over the mountain stream looking at the map, frustrated. Marlene was delaying her big moment with every possible excuse. She was convinced that Marlene would co-operate with all the positive signs of the previous night. Marlene’s only requirement last night for the big moment was a romantic setting next to a stream. When they got to a stream, the ground was wet, or not level and bumpy, or simply not romantic because there wasn’t a waterfall.
And just at the last stream crossing, there was a waterfall, the ground was flat and level, there was even birdsong in the background and she still had an excuse; she could hear the loggers’ chainsaws! Yeah, she, too, could hear chainsaws, but they were kilometers away. They were running out of trail and she needed to put that double-ended dildo to good use tonight.
She closed the map, strapped on her bag and started walking, trying to catch up with Marlene so she could convince her that the waterfall was the right place, their only place before they were too far away.
She caught up with Marlene where the forest went over into a savannah grassland. “Look Marlene, we came all the way to do this, to experiment and test our limits. We ran out of options.” She opened the map. “Just as I thought, we’re here. It is just a short walk through this grassland before we get the gravel road which should be over… there.” Liz pointed at the tree line next to the cutting of the road. “And the hut should then be…”
“There!” Marlene pointed at the red rooftop of the overnight hut that played peek-a-boo behind swaying tree tops.
“Right. If you don’t want to do it, then it is fine. Then we continue to enjoy each other like last night, either at the hut or at the waterfall. And it is also fine if you don’t want me. But you can’t go on, saying you want to do it and keep on making excuses.”
“Okay, let’s go back to the waterfall and see what happens. I really want to do it, especially after I watched your orgasm last night. I could see in my imagination how that vibrator would sink into my pussy, stimulating me into a senseless orgasm. And then I realized how big it was, thinking that it will never fit into me.”
“Okay, I know you are unsure of how it will be. I promise to take it slow.” She took Marlene’s hand and started the trip back to the waterfall.
They dropped their bags in an open space just before they got to the stream. Liz located the small dildo and handed it to Marlene. “For you.” After a while she managed to untangle the double ended dildo and handed it over to Marlene. “For me.” Then she untied the sleeping bag from the bottom of her backpack before she started to undress herself so she could walk the hundred meters to the waterfall naked.
*****
After the first four stretches of dirt road where Frans used his sweater as a skirt and saw nobody he decided to take it riskier without the sweater skirt. He was thankful it worked out and that no one was around to raise an eyebrow for his naked bravery.
The trail next took Frans along a gravel road with the forest on his left and cut pine trees on his right. He still couldn’t believe that Dorothy wasn’t walking hand-in-hand with him. His mind drifted to the last mountain stream river crossings and he tried to imagine how he would have deflowered Dorothy.
His thoughts were brought back to reality when he heard a sharp whistle, and soon after a cacophony of whistles erupted when more forestry workers noted that he was walking naked along the trail. He thought of covering his dick with his hands, but realized the futility of it. All must have seen his nakedness, so he turned to face the men and swung his hips so that his cock swung like a large pendulum. He got an ovation for his performance.
He turned to continue along the road and was glad to spot the sign where he would go into the forest again when he realized that the rumble he heard was that of an approaching car. Initially, he thought that he would make it because the sound was still soft. But then the car rounded the corner ahead of him, and he realized that he needed to run for it if he wanted to make it. He could see the surprised expression on the two thirty-something women’s faces as the car came closer and they saw his swinging dick. The car, with the ‘Department of Forestry’ logo on the door, stopped in a cloud of dust just as he turned into the forest. He heard a honk before the car pulled away followed by laughter and dog whistles from the foresters.
The image of the two women lifting their hands to their mouths and looking in surprise to each other was still haunting him when the sound of a waterfall became discernible over the birdsong and the rustling of the leaves in the breeze. He could also hear that foresters were cutting trees far away. He looked at the map again and his heart started to race, the waterfall ahead would have been an ideal place where he could have deflowered Dorothy. There was a nice pool at the foot of the waterfall and a wide open bank some fifty meters off the trail. There should be a clear footpath near the wooden bridge over the stream, according the description on the information leaflet which he received when he checked in.
The image of him and Dorothy skinny-dipping in the pool’s cold water after they had sex, appeared in his mind. Dorothy’s hard nipples would poke his chest while he hugged and kissed her before they got out for another round of sex. A more-relaxed round, with the nerves of the deflowering event behind them.
He dropped his backpack against a boulder some five meters from the bridge over the stream. He removed his boots and socks and took the path that led towards the waterfall’s rumbling which provided a drumbeat for the rich birdsong coming from all over the forest. He owed it to himself to skinny dip in this pool.
He was about thirty meters in, when he heard a grunt and decided to walk slowly. If he was lucky he could see a bush buck or other small antelope of which he only saw two or three fleeting glimpses along the trail.
*****
Liz was straddling Marlene’s face while her own head was buried between the younger woman’s elevated thighs, her large breasts hugged the sides of Marlene’s waist. Her arms were wrapped around Marlene’s thighs so that she could pull her nether lips apart and play with the button and folds that were hidden inside. Two dildos were laying close by.
After a few minutes of pleasurable ministrations, Liz was ready for more action. She handed the duo-dildo to Marlene. “Please put one end into my pussy and begin to work me. I will wait before I put the red one into you. Is it good?”
“I’m good, but you’ll have to take it slow.” Marlene sounded nervous.
Liz responded in a comforting voice. “I’ll do my best.”
Marlene inserted pink end of the dildo, until she felt that it bottomed out on Liz’s cervix and pulled it an inch out again. She started to work the shaft, and soon the wet sounds of Liz’s sex juices could be heard. The juices soon started to collect at Liz’s clit and dripped down onto Marlene’s neck. Liz moved slightly back, to eat a bit of Marlene’s pussy, her own started to touch Marlene’s chin.
Marlene copied Liz and started to lick Liz’s wet slit which was now within reach.
Liz continued to kiss and nibble on Marlene’s pussy lips and clit, that made her come after a few minutes with a soft drawn-out grunt. Only then, did she pick up the dildo to guide it to Marlene’s vagina. She could feel how Marlene stiffened, when she swept the tip over her wet folds to collect lubricating juices. Marlene again stiffened, when she placed the dildo’s tip against her hymen.
“I’m ready . . . You can do it.” Marlene tried to be brave, but it came out as a soft whisper.
****
There was a bend in the footpath and the open bank began to expand in front of Frans. There was nothing in the clearing in front of him, and he decided that whatever made the grunt must have heard him and trotted away into the bush. With his guard down, he walked towards the pool to feel the water’s temperature.
“Aaauuuwww!” Marlene slammed her arms onto the ground and grabbed some grass to pull on. It set the turquoise tip free to doodle in the air. The birdsong went abruptly quiet despite the uninterrupted drumbeat from the waterfall.
Frans came to an abrupt halt when he heard the moan. His head swung in the direction from where he heard it. There were two naked women on a sleeping bag, less than three meters from him. One was laying on her back with her legs spread wide in his direction. The other with her head in Frans’s direction was straddling her in a sixty-nine, her arms wrapped around the first one’s thighs, where she held something red close where the other woman’s pussy would be, her face only inches away. He felt that trouble was beginning to brew in his man part, as he realized that the woman on top was playing with the other woman’s pussy.
“Oooohhh, aaarrrrggghhh.” Frans saw that the hands were moving close to the bottom woman’s crotch. His gaze moved to the end where the moans came from, and couldn’t miss the large breast that hung from the woman on top, and which hugged the waist of the woman on the bottom. The woman on the bottom, her arms were stretched out, as they clutched and pulled on the grass.
The turquoise doodling tip of a double-ended dildo was swinging at the rear end of the woman on top, probably poking from her pussy. The woman on the ground had probably done a similar pussy ministration recently. “Aaaaarrrrggghhh.” The ministration abruptly stopped at the same moment as he heard the grunt. Frans had a full-on erection by now, and took it in his hand, unsure if he wanted to hide it or stroke it.
“One more inch.” It was the woman on the top whispering.
Frans looked back at the pussy action, which seemed to stare back in his direction. A streak of blood trickled out of the wet folds and down her crack. “Aaaaarrrrggghhh.” The dildo was now entirely embedded inside the woman’s pussy. His erection gave a jerk, when he realized that a virgin was being deflowered before his eyes. He looked at the streak of blood again, thinking that it could have been Dorothy’s, here where it would have happened.
The doodling dildo continued to stimulate Liz and she was still on a high. With Marlene’s virginity taken, Liz released the dildo and slipped her hand to her clit, it left the dildo free, bobbing on the contractions of Marlene’s vaginal muscles which struggled to accommodate the unfamiliar intruder. Marlene’s hands returned to the dangling dildo and resumed its ministrations. Liz rotated her hips onto Marlene’s lips who resumed her oral ministrations.
Frans was transfixed, his hand slowly stroking his stiff member.
Wet kissing and sucking sounds mixed with the drumbeat of the waterfall, and the rich birdsong which started to call from the surrounding forest again.
“Oooohhh, yesss, yesss, fuuuuuck!” It was Liz who went vocal. She had her eyes closed and cranked her head backwards as wave upon wave of orgasmic bliss washed through her, fantasizing that it was Jacob giving her the pleasurable feeling. She didn’t know why, but she wished he was there, with her, inside her. She desperately wished for a cock, any cock..
Frans gave a step back realizing that the moment was sacred, that it belonged to the two women. He wasn’t supposed to be a witness, to be part of it. He needed to withdraw for a while, retreat his steps and wait for them to leave the pool area.
He gave another step back. *Crack*.
The whole forest went silent when Frans stepped onto a branch behind him. Only the waterfall and a distant chainsaw could be heard in, the otherwise, deafening silence.
Liz’s eyes opened and was startled to see Frans, whose hand was wrapped around his healthy erection.
“What was that?” Marlene moved below Liz in a fruitless attempt to see what was going on. The dildo, which was still fully embedded in her vagina, bobbed up and down with every movement she made.
A smile appeared on Liz’s face, realizing that her wish was granted in the form of a slender, naked six-foot-two man with wild, curly, red hair, sporting a healthy erection. “I think Mars just marched in on us from Mount Olympus.”
“Sorry, I didn’t want to intrude.” Frans took another step back.
Marlene was struggling in vain to get out from under Liz. “What’s going on?”
“Are you the Pretoria guy?” This was the only logical explanation that Liz could think of.
“Get off me!” Marlene wasn’t sure what to do, except that she didn’t want her dildo-filled pussy to stare at a stranger. Liz stood upright without covering any of her private parts from where the dildo swung in small movements. Marlene struggled upright and hid herself behind Liz.
The question came so natural that Frans’s flee instinct calmed down and he considered the discussion natural, albeit somewhat unusual. “Yes.”
“And the chick?” Liz was curious why only the guy was standing in front of her.
“She decided to stay. But who are you, anyway? I was told that I’ll be alone on the trail! By the way, I’m Frans.” He wanted to wave the greeting, but realized his hand was stroking his erection.
“I’m Liz and this one,” Liz pointed her thumb to Marlene behind her, “is Marlene. My parents were part of the church group and we decided to come in their place.”
“But why are you naked?” Marlene was clearly not comfortable with a naked man with a healthy erection so close to her.
“I wanted to skinny-dip and the map indicated that there was a suitable pool here.” Frans pointed in the pool’s direction, finally releasing his cock.
“But why didn’t you undress at the pool where it is more private?”
“Oh, it is National Nude Day. Beau said this on the radio on my way here.”
“Beau Brummel, of Beau Valley? Liz didn’y even try to hide the fact that she had paged through a few Scopes in the past.
“Yes, him. He has a free entry promotion for today.”
“So you decided to do today in the nude? The whole trail?” Liz was curious.
“Almost all of it, with only my boots and backpack on. Almost got caught out by a pair of ladies from Forestry, who got an eyeful, but I made it.”
Liz wanted to move the discussion forward, as she could almost feel Frans’s dick inside her. It would be an even better way to revenge Jacob for cheating on her, better than sex with Marlene. “I guess your chick would have gone naked as well?”
This was a difficult question to answer. If Dorothy came along they would have arrived the previous night and been in the forest when Beau was aired and they wouldn’t have known of the nude day. But if they knew it was nude day, and that they would be alone, then Dorothy would have gone naked. And Dorothy planned on getting naked any way. “Yes, she would.”
“And you two would have fucked each other on the trail, like here where it is private?” She pulled the dildo out of her vagina and started to stroll towards Frans.
Frans was taken aback by the straightforward question, but answered anyway. “Yes, it was our plan to have sex … here.” He wanted to flee, to be alone, but his legs wouldn’t cooperate.
Marlene, who suddenly felt exposed, slipped one hand to her crotch, almost grabbing the dildo, and the other arm over her breasts.
“So you came here to fuck? Secretly behind the backs of the elderly churchgoers!” Her hand folded over Frans’s dick and started to give it soft slow strokes while she suggestively inserted the dildo’s tip that was still wet from her juices into her mouth.
Frans was out of his element. He received conflicting messages. His mind told him that that it was wrong, it should be Dorothy stroking his cock and not a stranger. He looked around and saw the dappled shade on the moss-covered banks of a mountain pool. He heard the birdsong, singing to the drumbeat of the waterfall. His dick told him that the opportunity was too good to miss. His dick won the argument and jerked in victory. “I guess. Here in the dappled shade of the moss-covered banks of a mountain pool, where a waterfall is the drumbeat to which the birds sing. It is here where I would have deflowered Dorothy!”
Liz placed her finger over Frans’s lips. “Don’t say her name, don’t break the magic of the moment.”
Marlene was unsure what to do. She wanted to pull the dildo out of her to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling, but the unintended ministrations caused by her hand gripping it, started to become pleasurable. And the scene that started to unfold in front of her, made her to grip a nipple between fingers.
Liz tightened her grip on Frans’s penis and led him to the sleeping bag. She removed Marlene’s hand from her breasts and took her along. She maneuvered Marlene to lay on the sleeping bag. “Now play nicely with your toy.” Marlene rewarded her with a nervous smile.
Next, she got down next to Marlene, planting her feet slightly apart and near her buttocks. She spread her knees invitingly wide. “Here’s something to eat!”
Frans was mesmerized, it was the first time that he saw a real-life pussy. This was so different from the line drawing in the educational book his mother gave him, when she realized that he started dating Dorothy. He only touched and played once with Dorothy’s once, and he never saw it. He expected to see a lot of pubic hair, but there was none. And Marlene’s pussy was mostly either obscured by Liz’s hand, or the big head of the dildo.
Dappled light flashed randomly over Liz’s breasts, body, and pussy. Birds sang nearby, blurring the sounds of the chainsaws. The pussy in front of him became Dorothy’s, the reason for him being here on the moss-covered banks of a mountain pool. He slowly went down and lowered his head to where the tangy smell overwhelmed his senses. He had to taste it, smell it, and feel it. He licked some tangy juice onto his tongue before his lips slowly closed around the nub where the two puffy lips met. Hands gripped his head, guiding his ministrations towards her clit, where Liz wanted the action.
Marlene started to enjoy the small motions that she applied to the dildo, and the effect it had inside her. She rolled her head towards Liz, whose head was cranked back, pushing her large breasts towards the sky. She slipped her hand which wasn’t working the dildo to her clit, and hopped onto a cloud that slowly drifted towards the land of bliss.
Liz was finally satisfied with Frans’s workings on her clit and relaxed her grip on Frans’s head. She tilted her head to see how Marlene was getting on. Marlene was facing in her direction, but her eyes were closed and she took deep irregular breaths through her partly-opened mouth. Liz reached over and took Marlene’s nearest nipple between her thumb and middle finger and gave it a firm twist. Marlene’s eyes flashed open to see an air-kiss passed her way. She returned the favor and closed her eyes in order to get back onto the cloud. She could sense that she was close to the destination.
Short breaths, almost as if hyperventilating, started to escape from Marlene’s lips, as she realized that the cloud started to drop her onto the land of bliss. The tug and roll that Liz administered to her breast was the final act that pulled her off the cloud. Deep breaths, that were only interrupted when a new wave crashed onto her, signaled that she worked herself to an orgasm.
When she was finally finished, she rolled over and took the breast, which provided her with comfort during the night, into her mouth again. This time, she didn’t suck on it for comfort, she rolled her tongue over the nipple, nibbled on it and kissed it. It took Liz over the edge who cried in ecstasy into the forest, lifting her hips into Frans’s mouth, encouraging him to nibble harder onto her clit.
Frans knew that she was spent when she finally lowered her hips back onto the sleeping bag and looked up towards Liz’s face. She looked at him and smiled. With her fingers, she called him closer. He slid his abdomen over her body until he could take Liz’s other nipple into his mouth, enjoying it as he had enjoyed Dorothy’s lately.
Then he felt his member being guided towards her vagina. It only touched the vulva and a primal instinct forced him higher up her body. His member slipped smoothly into her wet, hot opening and he experienced the joy of being inside a woman for the first time in his life. He wanted more. Instinct drove him higher up her body, deeper into her. His erection jerked when her lips met his. He couldn’t get higher up, but he forced his hips to try nonetheless, to go even deeper.
His member gave another jerk and instinctively he drew back and slammed his hips hard back in. Her tongue played with his and he bucked out again. He started to get into a steady rhythm, in and out, in and out. It felt warm inside, and tight, in and out. Trouble was brewing and he needed to get out of her. He broke his rhythm, his instincts told him to drive back in to deliver his seed inside her, the way nature intended it to be. His brain told him he had to pull out.
Liz lifted her legs and locked her feet behind Frans’s back, pushing him back in again. “I’m on birth control.”
In his mind-versus-matter struggle, matter came out victorious and he drove hard and deep into her, pumping a load of semen into her. He pulled back and fired another load of semen when he drove back in. He never expected to cum bareback inside a woman, giving her a creampie, not on his first real coupling. He fired another load keeping the pressure onto her while he feel how the last ripples of his orgasmic bliss faded away.
“Fuck, I’m leaking.” Liz unlocked her legs and urged Frans to get off her. Frans instinctively gave a final thrust before he pulled his softening member out. Liz got up to stand with spread legs next to the sleeping bag while cum dripping onto the moss-covered ground.
“We need to clean the sleeping bag.” Marlene was concerned about the accumulation of stains onto the sleeping bag. They weren’t prepared for cum on the sleeping bag, there was no cleaning stuff around.
Frans got to his senses and picked up a large leaf from the ground to scoop the spilled cum off the sleeping bag. After doing the same with two more leafs and his wrist, he could deal with most of the damage. He stepped to the pool to wash his wrist when he realized that he could swim.
He stepped into the cool mountain pool, until he was neck deep into the water. A white string of semen formed on the tip of his penis, broke off and dropped to the bottom. He called the two ladies, inviting them to join him. “This is the best way to clean yourself.”
Liz was first, realizing that her cum-filled pussy could do with some douching. The water was colder than she expected, but she continued. She knew she would get used to the cold water and she needed to clean herself. She got in waist deep, inserted her finger into her pussy to work the semen out. She gasped, as the cold water rushed into her vagina and white blobs of semen sank to the bottom of the pool.
She stepped towards Frans when she felt that she removed most semen, wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him an intimate kiss. “Thank you, I needed that.”
“Thank you, it was my first time, but you were supposed to be Dor… my girlfriend. I saw her face when I drove into you, cum into you.” Frans started to feel guilty.
Marlene, in the meantime, removed the dildo and washed the blood stains and sex juices off it in the shallow water. She slowly ventured into the cold water. “She must be very special to you.”
“Yes, we’re dating for almost fifteen months. We were both virgins, until now, and we planned on our first sex here, or maybe somewhere earlier along the route. Her father is very protective and the only reason he gave his permission was because we joined an elderly religious group.”
They decided to get out of the water after a while, and to dry on the pool’s edge. Marlene was the first to notice it and pointed out to the other two how a few small fish in the pond were eating the pearls of semen that sank to the bottom.
Liz wanted to keep the momentum with Marlene, “Would you like to try your first real cock?”
Marlene was still tender after her experience, “Rather not now. It feels a bit uncomfortable down there. Maybe tonight in the hut.”
Liz was disappointed in Marlene’s delaying tactics, “Well then, it is getting late. Let’s get dressed and get the last bit of trail behind us.” When they got to Frans’s backpack, she was shocked at its size. She guessed it was as big and heavy as hers and Marlene’s combined. She gave a warning to Frans. “You better dress properly. It is open grassland from here to the overnight hut. We can continue our NUDITY DAY celebrations in the privacy of the hut.” She emphasized the words ‘Nudity Day’ while giving Marlene a burning stare.
Frans was unsure about what to think of Liz’s last comment. He was excited about the prospect of dipping his dick into a vagina which haven’t had another dick yet, but he also felt that he would be cheating on Dorothy if it happened. He picked up his bag and walked towards the women. He decided not to break his head over it. He whispered to himself ‘What happens in the bundu, stays in the bundu!’
Liz and Marlene heard it, looked at each other and smiled.
****
Woodbush 16:00
The trio dropped their bags at the door, glad to get rid of the load for the day. The hut was already in the shade of the mountaintops to the west, even if the official time for sunset was a quarter past five. A refreshing breeze pushed a few cirrus clouds to the west.
Liz and Marlene collapsed onto the bench on the underroof patio, while Frans scouted the hut. There were three bedrooms with four bunkbeds each. In one of the rooms, the beds were pushed together into two pairs which left a reasonable open space in the middle of the room. The mattresses of two of the top beds were removed and arranged as a double bed in the space, probably by the group who last used the hut. It made him think about sleeping arrangements. He was sure that the ladies wouldn’t mind sharing the room with him, at least Liz seemed interested in more fun, for which the arrangement on the ground would work just fine. However, it was unlikely that they would sleep comfortably in three separate sleeping bags.
A cool breeze met him when he returned to the patio. The women had their sweaters on, and he decided it a good idea to follow their example. A few stars were already visible in the bright light of early dawn.
A teepee of wood was stacked in the braai area with grass on the inside as tinder. More wood was stacked next to the braai. “You better go and shower while I start the fire. There’s no hot water at this hut and it is just going to get colder. Let me take this to the bedroom.”
Frans picked up the two backpacks and carried them to the room which he earlier identified with the women in tow. He placed one backpack each onto lower bunks. The ladies got seated next to their bags and started to dig for their toiletries. Frans left the room to get his bag. He returned just as the ladies were ready to leave the room.
Liz waved her shower sponge to him. “Hurry up with the fire, I want you to wash my back.” She looked in Marlene’s direction. “And she needs a full body wash!”
Marlene slapped in Liz’s direction which was more serious than playful. “Speak for yourself.”
Frans lifted his bag onto one of the top beds and retrieved his lighter and his hiker’s gas lamp. He returned to the patio and started the fire. He lit the lamp to search for some wood chips to add to the fire, and soon the fire was going strongly. He returned to the bedroom to retrieve his bag with toiletries and his towel.
He was about to leave when another thought stroked him. He opened the larger compartment in search for a five hundred milliliter (pint) bottle of Cola. It was still semi-frozen and he went to the kitchen to fill the basin with water to speed up its thawing.
He could hear the muffled giggles from the shower and realized that the door was closed. A smile formed when he realized that he couldn’t hear water splattering. He opened the door without knocking and caught them enthusiastically soaping each other’s breasts.
Liz was the first to respond. “Ahhh, let there be light.” She handed the foamy sponge to Frans. “Get out of your clothes and give me an all-over-body wash, so I can rinse myself and start heating up.”
Frans undressed, took the sponge and started on her back, going down to her firm buttocks and down her legs. He started to wash her breasts for an extended time, but Liz cut it short. “It isn’t playtime, the water is cold, so move on.” Frans reluctantly moved on and finished soaping her entire body. She warned Marlene that she was about to open the tap and rinsed all the soap off her body.
When done, she rushed out of the cubicle and shepherded Marlene and Frans back in. She poured new soap onto her sponge and handed it back to Frans. “You wanted to play, play with her!”
Marlene wasn’t impressed. “You washed me already, I only need a rinse.”
Liz was relentless. “Then you give him a thorough wash.” She gathered all her stuff and took the lamp, walked out and closed the door behind her. This left the two in complete darkness, sans the sparse moonlight that seeped in through the small window.
Frans took Marlene in his arms and probed for her lips. He pecked a kiss in the dark which landed on her nose. Marlene lifted her head in reply and offered her lips. He gave her lips a light nibble before breaking the contact.
Marlene wrapped her hand behind Frans’s head and pulling his lips back to make and retain contact. She was rewarded by a poke in her thigh from his stiffening member to which she responded with a soft moan.
Encouraged, Frans slipped his one hand onto her pert little breast. His member jerked when her rock-hard nipple slipped like a ratchet between his fingers. He started to probe the inside of her mouth by sporadically darting his tongue inside.
Marlene dropped her hands to take his large member. She instinctively started to work his cock which reacted to the ministrations.
Frans slipped his hand down to Marlene’s nether lips, which his finger easily parted. It was slippery inside, which may be due to the soap, or Marlene’s own lubrication. He slowly started to rub her clitoris. Marlene’s breathing became irregular and she grabbed her one nipple while still ministering Frans’s cock with the other.
“Aaaahhh! Fuuuck!” She went rigid and tilted her head backwards when the orgasm hit her. Her knees buckled under her, but Frans’s grip around her waist prevented her from collapsing.
She slowly lowered herself onto her knees and with both hands started to work Frans’s cock with renewed vigour.
“YES, YES, yesss, yesss, aaahhh!” Frans couldn’t delay any longer and blasted his sperm into the darkness.
The door opened and light flooded back into the room. Marlene’s jizz-covered face stared at Liz as she walked in. Some dripped onto her breasts. “I thought you were killing each other. I’m glad to see that you made peace with each other! Here is hot chocolate when you are done.”
Frans picked up Liz’s sponge in the corner and started to wash Marlene. “Seemed you needed a wash after all. He deliberately lingered over her breasts before doing the rest of her body. Marlene returned the favor, and made triple sure his deflated penis got enough attention to pick up its head again.
They rinsed in record time, and stepped out and worked their towels around them. They took a sip of hot chocolate to start their revival process. When dry, they quickly dressed into their sweaters and returned to the bedroom cupping the mugs with hot chocolate with their hands.
“What do you have for supper?” Frans smiled, as he worked his hand deep into the backpack.
The question reminded Liz of something. “Do you know anything about a bottle with black stuff in it in the kitchen sink?”
Marlene found her supper after a short search. “Two minute noodles!” She held the packet triumphantly out to Frans.
Frans pulled a vacuum-packed rump steak from his bag. Condensation quickly formed on the bag and a small spot turned white. He had the freezer on ‘quick freeze’ and wrapped the bag in newspapers for isolation. He then packed it in the middle of his backpack to ensure maximum isolation. He guessed the second bag with fillet steak would be in the same condition. It would thaw, but should remain cold enough to braai on the evening of day two. “Would anyone like to share?”
The women’s faces lit up and accepted his offer enthusiastically. Liz offered the noodles because they would need starch as part of a ‘balanced’ meal.
Then he pulled a half jack of Klipdrift brandy out of his bag. “And to answer your question Liz, it is cola to go with this! I transferred it into the plastic bottle to prevent it from breaking when it freezes.” When Liz’s face lit up, he pulled out a second one. “For tomorrow.”
Liz was amazed. “No wonder your backpack is so big and heavy.”
Frans chuckled. “I thought I could just as well spoil myself with these luxuries. I can easily handle the extra weight.”
****
Frans continued during the early night to feed new wood onto the fire and it was warm and cozy on the patio, especially since the breeze subsided while they had supper. He was alone, on Liz’s instruction, to attend to the fire while the women washed their plates and cutlery. He thought back at the day and never expected to end up having such a nice time. He added another two logs onto the fire which started to burn soon afterwards.
Marlene giggled while she dried the last pieces of cutlery. She wasn’t used to heavy liquor and the brandy and cola affected her more than she realized.
Liz pounced on the opportunity. “I dare you to go outside with me in just our sweater tops. No pants, no bra, just the tops. To surprise Frans.”
The idea struck a chord, but Marlene wasn’t that far gone yet. “It is too cold.” She didn’t want to admit that she was still scared about Liz’s notion of the two of them having sex.
“It was nice and warm there when I refilled the tumblers just now. There wasn’t any wind. We can start off in the same embrace as last night, remember how you enjoyed it while we cuddled next to the fire.” She took a sip of her neat brandy and smiled when Marlene followed her example.
Marlene’s face twisted, it was her first taste of the neat liquor in her life. Liz noticed this and comforted her. “The mix is finished. Relax, you’ll get used to the taste. Marlene picked up the tumbler and took another sip, prepared for the strong alcohol taste.
Frans heard Marlene’s giggles and turned around. His heart jumped to his throat when he saw the two semi-naked ladies standing in the doorway. Liz placed her tumbler on the table and walked over to Frans. Without ceremony she removed his sweater sweatpants which left him naked waist down. He stepped out of the pants and gave an embarrassed smile. “I normally sleep commando.”
Liz was ready with a response. “Suits me…us fine.” She looked in Marlene’s direction before she continued. “Can you move the bench a bit closer to the fire, please?”
With the bench closer to the fire, Liz straddled it at the one end and tapped in front of her as signal to Marlene to sit there. Marlene obliged and straddled the bench with her legs wide apart. She clearly lost all of her earlier inhibitions.
Frans refilled his tumbler with a healthy helping, leaving the bottle somewhat less than half full. He straddled the bench in its middle facing the ladies. Marlene’s spread-out pussy stared invitingly to him. He raised his tumbler. “To National Nude Day.” The women raised their tumblers in response and took a sip.
Liz unzipped Marlene’s sweater halfway to make space for her hand to slip inside. She started to fondle Marlene’s breast. Marlene, responded by working her clit with her free hand. Frans, eager to join the action, leaned forward and started to kiss her inner thigh. Marlene removed her hand and guided him onto her nether lips. Her mind tried to tell her she should stop, but her aroused state won the battle and she started to relax.
It was just a matter of time before her orgasm hit her. “Yesss, FFFUUuuuck, YYeeesss, fuuuuck, yessss, eat my pussy.” She arched her neck back and closed her eyes in the spasms of her climax.
Liz slipped her hand over her mouth. “Softer, do you know how far sound can carry at night?”
Marlene finally relaxed in a huge sigh. “That was wonderful.”
Liz patted Marlene’s shoulder. “Why don’t you go and sit on his lap for a thank-you kiss?”
With all her inhibitions gone, Marlene complied. She straddled Frans’s lap and leaned forward for a kiss. She was unsure on how to handle his rock-hard member which poked her groin.
She enjoyed the mischief of the situation, and lifted herself to reposition her onto Frans’s lap.
Liz used the opportunity to guide Frans’s member towards Marlene’s vaginal opening. “It is… was my favorite position with Jacob.”
Marlene froze when she felt the tip which was already two inches inside her. Frans’s dick jerked inside her. She relaxed and nervously continued to lower herself onto Frans’s dick. She gave a soft moan for the entire time that her tight pussy slowly got stretched with Frans’s dick while he was slowly filling her up. She got another pleasurable sensation when Frans jerked inside her. She gave a sigh of relief when she finally bottomed.
Frans cupped her buttocks to support her and pulled her closer, working him even deeper into her. He voiced his concern. “Is it safe?”
Marlene stiffened when she realized that she wasn’t on birth control, but Liz beat her to an answer. “She’s safe, she had the last of her period yesterday.”
Marlene relaxed and leaned back and supported her weight behind her. Her sweater’s one shoulder slipped off halfway, exposing her breast. The invitation was too much for Frans and he leaned forward and took the nipple into his mouth, sucking it and nibbling softly onto it.
Liz slipped away to the sleeping area with things going according to plan on the bench. She took the lamp with her leaving the pair in the light of the fire only. She retrieved her trusted red dildo and went outside. Marlene’s legs were now resting on the bench behind Frans and her sweater discarded on the floor. Frans’s hands rhythmically pulled her hips closer and released while Marlene’s hips bucked in synch.
Liz made herself comfortable on the table, spread her legs wide and inserted the dildo in her wet pussy, slowly working it to get herself ready to receive Frans when he was done with Marlene.
Marlene started to enjoy the experience and worked her hand between their bodies and onto her clitoris. Her breathing got shallower which took Frans along with her. His member jerked in her which took her over the edge. Her hips bucked hard and she grabbed Frans around his neck with both hands.
Frans’s hips bucked as he prepared himself to offload, but he was trapped. He stood up as if Marlene was a feather and rammed his cock hard into her as he offload his first package of man juice. He grabbed Marlene around her waist and drove hard into her again, delivering another load. He was spent after this, mainly due to his earlier release in the shower.
Semen started to trickle out of Marlene and onto her buttock. “I’m leaking.”
Liz rushed into the hut to retrieve toilet paper. Frans slowly lowered her back onto the bench and pushed her onto her back, which slowed the trickle down.
Liz returned and handed a ball of toilet paper to Marlene who was ready to plug her pussy when Frans pulls out and managed to block most of his man-juice from spilling.
Marlene took the lamp and headed for the showers to douche her pussy, leaving Liz and Frans in almost darkness since the fire was almost burnt out. Liz called after Marlene. “Bring back the light when you are done, and don’t waste time.” Then she used the opportunity to go onto her knees to clean Frans’s dick with her mouth. She smiled when she detected life that returned after his recent orgasm.
****
There was still an hour left before midnight when the three returned to the bedroom for the night. Marlene was fully clothed in her sweater, but both Liz and Frans only wore their tops.
Frans was delighted to see that the bed was arranged with the two sleeping bags of the ladies joined into a double bed. He took his sleeping bag and unzipped it and added it on top. “As an extra blanket, it will get cold in the early hours of the morning.” Next he removed a mattress from a bunk bed and blocked the open doorway to prevent a cold draft from entering if one developed.
He was surprised to see Liz totally naked when he turned around. He expected her to follow Marlene’s example to dress fully. Liz must have noticed his questioning gaze. “There is still an hour to go before National Nude Day is over. So get out of your clothes and come here!” She patted the bed to indicate where she wanted Frans to get comfortable.
Frans thought that it was premature, if she wanted to mount him cowgirl style, due to his soft member. She surprised him and straddled his head, leaving her wet pussy inches from his eyes. The intoxicating smell which came out of her opened-up love hole and the image of it surrounded by the wet folds of her nether lips, resuscitated his member and it started to grow hard again. He lifted his head and probed her opening with his tongue.
Liz returned the favor and took his member into her mouth, which aided substantially in the recovery of his member into a rock-hard condition. She handed the tube of lube and her red dildo to Frans. He got the message and lubed the toy, which had a fruity scent. He guessed that it must be edible and put a drop of it in his mouth. In his mind, he applied some on the tip of his member and someone started to suck it off. He battled to work out who the woman was who would be sucking him off. He pictured Dorothy, but the slap on his bum brought him back to the delight in front of him. He squirt a bit of lube onto the toy and spread it a bit. He started to insert it into her vagina.
“Humm uuhh,” Liz’s attempt to stop Frans was muffled by his cock in her mouth. She emptied her mouth. “Not my pussy, my rosebud. You must lube it well.”
Frans didn’t know what her ‘rosebud’ meant, but figured that it must be her anus. He squirt more lube onto Liz’s crack and spread it a bit. He worked a bit into her hole before he placed the tip at the opening. He didn’t know what to expect and slowly started to push it in. Liz’s rosebud slowly opened up and ate the tip of the toy. He continued until the entire toy filled her inside.
“Now do me doggy-style.”
Frans worked himself out from under Liz and positioned him at her rear end. He took his stiff member and slowly pushed it into her wet vagina. He took a deep breath. He could just hope he could finish this one off.
****
Thursday 15 July
Frans was the first to wake up to a dove cooing nearby. The sun was already up. He couldn’t believe he was in bed with two lovely ladies, both naked like him. Liz was nestled in next to him facing him and holding onto his member, which was surprisingly semi-stiff. Marlene had her back towards them and his hand cupped her breast. He realized that they should move on, as they have to cover fifteen kilometers (10 mi) which was almost double the distance of the previous day.
He slowly removed his hand and got out of bed without waking the women. He wanted to do his ablutions before they hogged the facilities. He knew that, with all the intimate action they shared since they met, they wouldn’t mind him sharing the facilities, but it would only distract them and result in a late departure. He gathered all he needed and removed the mattress from the doorway.
His first stop was the fireplace to get the fire going. He wanted to get the fire going to surprise the two beauties with morning coffee and rusks. He went to the ablutions, closed the door and took a quick shower. He wish he could avoid the freezing cold water, but this was the only way to remove the sex juices that spilled on him during his encounters with his two ladies. Sure, they tried to clean up by licking it off him, but their attempts were mainly focused on his dick, and only re-distributed the juices onto other areas. Fond memories of his own efforts to clean his two beauties in similar fashions drifted back to his mind. His efforts were, of course, focused on their nether regions and perky tits.
He got out of the shower, surprised that he wasn’t sporting an erection from his recent thoughts. It must be the cold water. It may be have been for the better because another round of lovemaking would delay them even further, and there would surely be more romantic spots along the way. He decided to rough it out and didn’t shave which gave his face a fiery glow.
The girls were awake when he surprised them with coffee. The two erected their pillows against the wall to sit against while they enjoyed their coffee.
Frans started to return his stuff to his backpack, but was constantly distracted by their lovely perky tits staring at him. He waited until they finished their coffee. “You better get going, it is a long stretch today.” He would have loved to enjoy the view, but his mind got the better of his desires.
The ladies heeded his advice, got up and gathered the toiletries and stuff.
Frans waved a sachet of instant oats to them when they were ready to leave. “I cannot offer you bacon and eggs for breakfast, interested in this?
The women looked at each other, the idea sounded better than their granola bars. It was Liz who put their thoughts to words. “We can have the bars as an early snack.”
Frans finished packing and took his backpack to the patio. He filled up all water bottles, and was ready with breakfast for the women’s arrival.
Marlene had a sense of urgency and took charge of the women’s combined backpacks. She ordered Liz around to fold their clothes, and collect their stuff that were strewn all over the room for her to pack. They were soon finished and joined Frans on the patio for breakfast.
Liz had a medium-length camisole top in a khaki-floral design and denim pants, which showed a bit of flesh between the two. Marlene wore a halter top in a uniform yellow and matching pair of wide, knee-length shorts. Both decided to go without a bra, which Frans appreciated.
“Aren’t you afraid of scratching your delicate skins?”
It was Marlene who responded. “I saw yesterday that the trail is cut wide open. There is not a lot of bundu bashing required. It is going to be a hot day, and I would rather travel lightly.
It suited Frans fine and he finished off his breakfast. He washed his bowl and spoon and somehow found the space in his backpack for them. “I’ll get your backpacks.” He pushed a blob of toothpaste onto his brush and went inside. When done he made a final inspection of the bathroom and bedroom for items that may have been overlooked when they packed their backpacks.
He spotted something white, partly hidden under a mattress. It was the panty Liz used the previous day, still wet from her juices and his cum. He carefully folded the wet parts inside and put it in his pocket, picked up the two backpacks and walked outside.
The ladies finished cleaning their breakfast dishes and came outside, finding Liz’s wet panty displayed on the table. Liz blushed and looked at Frans. “You can have it to remember me by.”
Frans smiled and thread some webbing with a quick release through the crotch and snap it back in. The girls giggled because the white panty, high up on Frans’s backpack, could easily be mistaken for a white flag. Frans picked up his backpack, thread his water bottles through his hip-strap. He was ready to go. He picked the women’s backpacks up and held them in position so they could just slip in and fasten their straps.
Frans set a quick pace during the early stretches along the forestry roads and grasslands. They got away later than he planned and could already feel that the heat of the sun was building up. He soon left the women behind which didn’t impress them.
The two ladies, but especially Liz, wasn’t used to the demands of backpacking, relatively unfit and haven’t fully recovered from the previous day’s trip. They soon noticed that Frans was pulling away and thought that he simply didn’t notice that he left them behind and would stop and wait for them soon.
“He can fuck himself tonight.” Liz meant it literally and figuratively when Frans disappeared some distance ahead around a bend in the road. She was out of breath and bent forward to take the weight of the bag off her shoulders for a while.
They just spotted Frans again when he rounded another corner after completing a long hairpin bend in the road, all of which they still have to cover. “Yeah, fuck him.” Marlene was now also upset for being left to their own devices. None of them considered that they would have been alone on the trail, in any case, if it wasn’t for Frans.
Frans finally entered the shade of the forest’s canopy shortly after he was spotted completing the hairpin bend. He looked for a secluded spot, away from the road he just left, and dropped his backpack.
The ladies were relieved when they saw him jogging in their direction. They forgave him all the bad things they thought of him when he took a backpack in each hand and carried it on their behalf and dropped them next to his.
Liz removed her sleeping bag for a headrest and dropped onto the forest floor. Marlene found a nice sloping tree trunk and she sat down, leaning against it. Frans made himself comfortable on a small outcrop and started to rearrange his backpack to the beautiful birdsong that abound in the forest.
When he looked up, his gaze fell on Marlene’s wide open legs and could see right into her shorts. She relaxed a mere two meters (7 ft) away and had her eyes closed. Frans couldn’t miss the way the crotch of her panties pulled in between her nether lips and the darkened line where it made contact with her wet inner works. Shit, they cannot afford a delay to attend to his growing erection.
He turned around to avoid the scene and soon finished what he was doing, satisfied in the extra space he created in his bag. He did remove a large steak with newspaper wrappings and half a liter of cola after all.
Without asking permission, he pulled Liz’s backpack closer and removed her toys and bag of toiletries, which seemed to make up a lot of her bag’s weight, and worked them into his bag. Then he gone through a similar exercise with Marlene’s bag and managed to work their rations into his bag. He redistributed the weight of the women’s two bags before closing them.
He had to wake them up when he was done, and helped then get into their backpacks. They didn’t realize that their backpacks were lighter, which caused Frans to chuckle secretly.
Marlene drew his attention to a tree branch that was covered in moss and ferns (Polypodium Polypodioides for those who want to attach a name to the fern) which reminded Frans of Dorothy’s interest in ferns. She called herself a ‘fernatic’ and referred to her collection of ferns as her ‘fernature’. He decided to be more attentive and take it slower. That will allow the women to keep up. He could just hope that they made up enough time with his brisk walk off earlier.
Although the women’s bodies hadn’t fully recovered from the previous day’s unusual exercise and the brisk early morning pace, they took the lighter weight of their backpacks and the slower pace that Frans set, in their stride. At two crossings over mountain streams, they took a quick break, not indulging in sex even in these romantic settings.
From there, the route took them along another logging road with high pine trees on both sides. Although they were mostly in the shade of the trees, the scenic forest views were gone. Frans set a more brisk pace, and with the women getting back into their stride, they made good ground. At eight kilometers (5 mi), the trail headed into grassland, and luckily, it was overcast and Frans decided to keep the brisk pace.
They reentered the forest shortly after the ten kilometer (6.2 mi) marker and soon, got to another mountain stream. Frans, who pulled slightly clear, decided that it was a good place to stop for lunch. There was a number of chair-high rocks, sufficient flat ground and ample shade for an extended break. Lower down, the light rumble of a waterfall could be heard.
The women were thankful for the break. Although they managed well, the long stretch took its toll, they collapsed onto the ground as soon as Frans helped them out of their backpacks, opting to rest first before having something to eat.
Frans used the opportunity to explore the terrain lower down from where the waterfall sounds came from. He noticed an old footpath which nature tried to claim back and followed it. It led him to a secluded mountain pool with a nice view onto the meadows at the foot of the mountain, showing the silver, winding route of the stream where it met with others to form a river.
Birds of various types flew around and called their mates. His thoughts were once again drawn back to Dorothy; it would have been a perfect spot to have follow-up sex. Frans tested the water’s temperature and would describe it as ‘refreshing’ but decided to undress and venture into the water. He could use a refreshing bath to wash off the sweat from his hard, early morning walk.
He was contemplating if he should call the girls when they called him. His head was under the waterfall and could barely hear their voices. When they heard that he was cooling off in a mountain pool, they decided to join him. He described how to find the old footpath and they soon arrived.
They both undressed and Marlene took a quick dip in the pool ‘to wash off the worst of the sweat’. Liz however joined Frans where he sat on a rock with his head under the shower of the waterfall.
Marlene offered to return and prepare lunch and Frans told her where to look for the food, theirs included. Both scolded him for digging in their backpacks, but were secretly thankful that he lightened their loads.
Marlene decided to go without her panty due to her wet body, leaving it for Frans and Liz to bring up later. She was not even out of sight, when Liz started necking Frans and helped his hand onto her breast. There was an enclave with a thick-grassy floor behind the curtain of the waterfall, which Liz thought as the most romantic setting for a bit of intimacy. It was only about a meter deep and high and just over two meters wide. It was slightly elevated and out of the splatter zone of the falling water, at least mostly.
She slipped into the enclave and lured Frans in while kissing him seductively. Her efforts were rewarded with a growing erection. Frans must have worked out what Liz’s plan was, and worked himself into a kneeling position between Liz’s splayed legs. There was barely space for the two. Frans had to bend low down to avoid his back pushing against the wall and Liz’s head almost touched the side.
Liz’s hard nipples stood proud on top of her areolae, which were contracted from the cold water into an ever-changing labyrinth of ridges. She blew into her hands to warm them up and placed her hands on her breasts, pinching her nipples lightly in the sinuses between the bases the index finger and her thumb.
Frans lowered his head and had a look at Liz’s nether lips, which were contracted from the cold water, which was splashing on them until recently. It left the inner lips exposed, pale and washed of her natural lubricants. Liz shuddered as he exhaled and his warm breath washed over her vulva. It left a red ridge at the top of her pale labia minora in its wake. Her vaginal opening also contracted and opened in response, as if trying to draw in the hot air.
Frans took in another deep breath, held it in his chest to warm up before he gave it another blow, which caused the flushing to spread and the vaginal opening to take another breath. He worked sputum to the tip of his tongue and slowly started to wet Liz’s washed-out folds.
Liz shivered from the contact and the hot air escaping from his mouth every time he exhaled. She pinched her nipples harder and moaned softly.
Frans continued to wet and warm Liz’s inner folds with new sputum and hot breaths and was fascinated to witness the color changes in them, from a pale pink, through pink and going for red. He was soon rewarded by the scent of her sex, which slowly started to drift into his nose.
“Hhhhmmmmm.” Liz didn’t want to suppress her expression of arousal. She unconsciously had started to buck her hips and roll her nipples, now hard from stimulation and no longer from cold, between her fingers and giving them light tugs.
“Uhhhmmmm.” Her expression of content, when his lips closed around her clit and his tongue started to search for her sensitive spot, was louder. Her hands reached down to guide his ministrations to the right spot, to make sure he worked hard enough on her vulva.
Frans could track Liz’s levels of arousal by the darkening of her inner folds and the scent of sex emitted. Then there was her breathing, which got increasingly labored, to match the intensity in which she pressed her clit into his lips. The pull of his own pelvic muscles was also a good indication of his own level of arousal.
“Ohhhhh fuuuuck… yesss!” Liz couldn’t delay the inevitable orgasm. She lifted her hips and pushed Frans’s head hard onto her pelvis.
Frans could feel how Liz’s orgasmic waves ripped through her body. Her hips bucked with every wave and he kept the suction on her clit while the wave peaked, and relaxed his ministrations while Liz was at a trough. A gush of Liz’s ejaculate onto his chin surprised Frans, he had never realized that women could also ejaculate.
Liz was equally surprised, she had had never ejaculated before. She felt the urge to release and tried to hold back, but couldn’t. An intense feeling of relief washed through her body and she went into a deep relaxation and bliss.
Frans released his lips from her vulva and couldn’t miss the contractions of her vaginal opening, as if it was huffing and puffing. He bent down and gave it a kiss before he slid his body upward, leaving trails of her ejaculate on her tummy, so he could put his rock-hard member into her breathing hole. He kissed her just as his member started to enter her.
There were still contractions of her vagina that he could feel around his cock, as he plunged deeper into her, but it soon died down. He slid his arms under her shoulders and enjoyed the way her breasts pressed into his torso. He pulled back and slowly started to pump his stiff member into her, picking up speed, as he gave his mind over to his urges.
Liz tasted her ejaculate and sucked his lip in deeper into her mouth, rubbing her tongue around it. It was her first taste of her own ejaculate and she wanted to taste more. She could feel how her efforts disrupt Frans’s stroke, only to resume with more vigor and energy. She continued her ministrations on his lip, even after she could no longer taste herself.
Frans could feel how the knot in his tummy tightened every time Liz sucked and licked on his lip. It spurred him on, to drive harder into her. He knew the battle was won and he would have to release his sperm soon, even if he wanted to delay, to draw this glorious feeling of being inside her out much longer.
“Ooohhhhh fuuuuuck!” He could no longer hold back and he erupted into her with a powerful drive. Liz held his lip captive, sucking harder onto it. Frans had no option, but to pull back and drive into Liz again, and again until he was drained.
Living in the heavenly feeling of the moment, they turned their heads to enjoy the view of the valley through the curtain of the waterfall. Both wished it could last forever, but it was Frans who had to break the moment. “We’ll have to keep an eye on those clouds on the horizon. Better get going if we don’t want to be surprised.
They cleansed themselves in the refreshing water of the pool, rolled all the clothes in a ball and returned to their backpack. Frans had Liz leading the way to ensure he had a good view on her behind.
Marlene used her time well to explore Frans’s backpack. She found his camping gas stove and welcomed the two with mugs of hot chocolate which they greatly appreciated. She also found his supply of ProVita, tin of smoked oysters, sliced biltong and cottage cheese which was transferred to a Tupper bowl. The spread that she prepared was quickly consumed.
They got dressed and got the ladies on their way (their backpacks were virtually undisturbed) to make up for ‘lost time’. Frans started packing the loose stuff into his backpack and set off at a brisk pace to catch up with the ladies. He reached them where they were resting at the edge of the forest with about three kilometers (2 mi) of grassland ahead, before the Woodbush hut.
Frans produced apples from somewhere, to the surprise of Marlene who thought she did a thorough inspection of his backpack. He helped them with their backpacks and set off, which was a good thing because within minutes it started to drizzle.
The drizzle got heavier as they progressed and they just started to contemplate if they should retrieve their raincoats when the hut appeared some five hundred meters (555 yd) ahead after clearing a bend in the road. They started running with Frans beating them substantially. It gave him time to drop his bag under the patio’s roof and relieve Marlene, who outran Liz by a substantial margin, from her backpack. Liz gave up and dropped her backpack some fifty meters (56yd) away and signalled for Frans to recover it.
Frans could only just chuckle.
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Frans’s gas lamp was the only light available, and being overcast meant that the three of them had to stick together. After Frans lit the fire, they took their backpacks to the sleeping area and made a communal bed. They enjoyed the filet steak from Frans’s backpack and finished the brandy and a second, and last, bottle of cola. The dishes were washed and they were ready for their final ablutions.
They collected their toiletries and towels and headed for the showers. The cubicles were larger than the previous hut’s and Frans left them no option but to bundle into one, washing and playing with each other. The arousal levels of all three climbed to ‘let us fuck’ levels when the gas lamp ran out of gas, leaving them in total darkness.
Frans was just busy hugging Marlene to wash her back while her pert tits pressed against him when the light started to fade and die. He looked down and started to explore with his lips for hers and she soon helped him to discover them. Then he wrapped his hands around her orbs and lifted her effortlessly. Once her crotch cleared his erection, he slowly lowered her and with the help of Marlene, herself, she was soon impaled on his erection and her legs wrapped around his waist.
Liz was still thinking of joining in the fun, but decided that she had her chance at the waterfall. Working from memory she felt her way back to the bench where she found a towel and wrapped it around her. Not to be denied her pleasure entirely, she fantasized about what was happening in the cubicle and imagined that she was on the receiving end of Frans’s ministrations. She spread her legs and started to work with one hand on her nipple and another on her clit.
Marlene was living her own fantasy, dreaming that she was wrapped in Frans’s arms at the waterfall. She imagined the rich birdsong and dancing spots of sunlight through the forest canopy falling on her.
Then her back was pressed against the cubicle’s cold wall, her breasts pressing hard against his chest. She never realized how exciting the position could be. She couldn’t slide off because of how she was sandwiched between Frans and the wall, but gravity ensured that there was a constant force pulling her onto Frans’s cock and keeping pressure on her clitoris.
Frans enjoyed the constant pressure on his cock, and started bucking his hips to work it in and out of Marlene’s tight pussy. It was just what he needed, and soon drove with force into her, their wet abdomens slapping audibly together every time he drove into her.
Marlene wrapped one hand around Frans’s neck to keep his lips onto hers. Her other hand was useful in rubbing, twisting, rolling and pulling her nipple, which kept her on a high. A soft moan escaped.
Liz rearranged the stuff on the bench, to lean back against the wall. She had the opportunity to buffer the cold with a folded towel. She could already feel that her lubrication returned after being washed away and the scent of sex in the air could only be hers. She uttered a moan, as if in response to Marlene’s, feeling how the knot in her gut was slowly pulling tighter inside her.