Chapter 2: On the Road Again

Special thanks to Phil Gorman 2014 for his expertise in re-editing and proofing.

Leaving Susan, Shania and Charlene has me feeling like a shit. Considering what transpired over a short period of time, how will I be able to continue satisfying the feelings the girls have awakened? Unfortunately, there is no excuse available for me to extend my time with Ray and Peggy McBride and, especially, with my young teen lovers.

Friday morning it’s time; the girls, having said their goodbyes before heading for school, had tears in their eyes. I can’t say I fared much better. Then, with a final hug from Peggy and a hearty handshake from Ray, the Avalanche moves out of the area with my trailer in tow.

As time and movement put miles between my young lovers, my mind replays the many wonderful experiences we enjoyed together. My cock seems to reminisce on its own, as it is now tenting. Seeing three young teen pussies flayed in my bed last weekend will be embedded in my memories for the rest of my life. My proud member never had so much exercise in years. It seemed each time my erection had solidified; a pussy or tight rosebud was available.

Last night proved to be no different. Wondering and wanting to enjoy the girls one last time seemed out of the question; but, the girls had thought of that. Shania joined me in the shower earlier in the evening and had left with a large load of cum slowly seeping from her pussy. Susan actually stood guard in the hall; in the event Peggy or Ray came down stairs she would sound the alarm. Susan joined me in bed at one in the morning, after everyone else had retired. Her warm body felt so good against me. We enjoyed each other orally; then, a very long sensual sex exhausted both of us. Those experiences I will remember for a long time.

While driving I wonder if I’ll ever be as fortunate enough to relive what has happened with my first experience with other young teens. Anyone, whom has experienced young women, as I have, certainly will long for repeats, over and over again.

The plan is to enjoy the balance of my vacation doing nothing. Since there is no agenda as to any destinations, I just travel on. Fishing and camping will be part of the trip. With all of the outdoor equipment won at gambling packed in the trailer, it should be used at least once. Turning left at the next interchange the Avalanche is headed to the rolling mountains to the West.

A little about myself: I am forty-nine and never married. My name is Matthew Rogers. Early in my checkered life I got hung with the moniker ‘Mats’ and the crazy thing is I can’t remember why. My parents were what are commonly known as white trash. Leaving home, as a smart assed teenager, they likely celebrated because it meant one less mouth to feed. I have no idea if they are still alive; but, one of these days I will attempt to find out about them and my four sisters. As a loner, you learn to fend for yourself very quickly. Currently, I am an engineer and very proficient at my trade. My natural ability in the oil fields has kept me in demand. Keeping to myself, and staying out of trouble, is a good trait in a predominately male profession. My employer, under duress, agreed to give me a six-month leave of absence; it was either that or look for my replacement. He quickly agreed to a leave.

Life has been good to me, considering I left home so young. My semi-illegal, but lucrative, activities in my distant past, and the fact I have been fortunate in the oil fields, has put me in an enviable position of being independent. My funds are in sound investments and real estate, all capably handled by my accountant.

The trip meter indicates that nearly four hundred miles have been eaten up. Late in the afternoon, a number of signs indicate that there is a popular camping area within a few miles. Sign after sign offers varying descriptions of the campsites. Pulling into a large truck stop for fuel, the attendant suggests a number of well-serviced campgrounds that should suit my purpose. Boat rentals, a beach and clean showers are my minimum requirements. She tells me a full line grocery store is at the next exit and that Shady Nook Family Camp Ground has everything I’m looking for.

She is right about both. Loading up with groceries, I soon find myself unpacking my tent in a picturesque area beside a good-sized lake. My campsite is large with a brick fireplace complete with a grill; there is a large pile of dry firewood stacked close by. Now, the fun begins. The tent and accessories are the result of a royal flush. The trailer they are riding in a result of three aces. This is my first experience with this tent; opening the satchel containing the tent, and then shuffling through the packing, looking for the instruction booklet. Fortunately, everything is here and it goes up as the instructions suggest. Feeling proud of myself, I arrange the interior to my liking. It is, actually, what they call a five-man tent. The brochure says it sleeps five adults, Bullshit! Everyone would have to be three feet tall. After setting up my sleeping bag and accessories, my dinner is next.

Once the fire is lit, it takes time to warm up the steel grill and end up with hot coals to grill my steak. The campsite to my left is also taken. One large tent and a smaller one fill the lot. The smaller one is close to the lot line. It is either a large family or they use it for storage.

After throwing three foil-wrapped baking potatoes in the coals, I wait until they are nearly done before putting on my steak. The sizzle of the meat on the grill, and the cooking odor, reminds it has been too long between meals. Fishing out the potatoes from the coals, then carefully removing the wrappers, I am ready for the steak. A newer van pulls in next door. When the adults notice me, they wave and holler hello. Returning the greeting, my attention is drawn to the third member of the family: a young girl, likely their daughter, with long blonde hair. She certainly has my attention as I watch her every movement. She enters the small tent. My interest is now peeked. I was hoping to see more of her. Just the sight of her has my cock stirring.

She finally reappears while I am cleaning up after dinner. When she notices me, she smiles and walks over. Her low rider jeans show a smooth, flat tummy with a very large, deep belly button; there is a wide gap between her thighs that gets my imagination working. Her white T-shirt has a picture of a small blue bird to one side with the words ‘Eaton Whirlwinds’ and the name Krystin underneath it. Her breasts are not large; but, they are noticeable, pushing out her shirt.

“Hi, what are you doing?”

“Just cleaning up after dinner, and you?”

“Mom had me clean my tent. She has been on my case for two days. How long are you planning on staying?”

“I have paid for three days; but, it will depend on the weather and fishing. The owner said it is not problem extending my time.”

“We are on vacation. We will be here for two weeks. Where is your family?”

“What you see is all the family I have. I have been on my own in the oil fields in Texas for years. This is my first vacation in a long time.”

“My name is Krystin Gander.”

“Nice to meet you, Miss Gander. I am Mathew Rogers, but everyone calls me Mats.”

“Pleased to meet you, Mats. So how come this is your first vacation?”

She sits at the table as I explain a very small part of my checkered life; actually, only the facts about the oil fields. This gives me a chance to really study Krystin. Her mouth and lips are so well defined, like a sculpture. If she isn’t wearing lip-gloss, then her natural lips color is something most women would die for. Her glasses accent her large, ice blue, bedroom eyes. Someone has done work on her eyebrows, as they are neat and well-spaced. It has me wondering if her mom could possibly be in the beauty trade. At this distance, Krystin is more than just beautiful; she is a wet dream in the flesh.

“So, how far did you travel to get here?”

“Not that far. My dad works in Merryville; it is about twenty miles from here. Yes, I know it isn’t very far to go for a holiday; but, we have been coming to his park for as long as I can remember. If this lot is available, we always end up here. It is close to the lake and to the showers.”

There is a large building to my right, about four lots down, where the campers can shower and shave, as well as do laundry.

“Do you know if the fishing is any good in this lake?”

“You should ask my dad; he is always fishing.”

“Does he catch anything?”

“Yes and every time he does we have them for dinner. It gets kinda boring after a while.”

“Do you have any brothers or sisters?”

“One sister, Lane; she is two years older than me.”

“How old is she?”

“Fourteen.”

Krystin is twelve, one of my favorite ages for young girls; actually, after the experiences I have had recently, all young girls are my favorites.

“Where is your sister?”

“She is at a summer camp with her church group; she will be here later this week.”

Krystin stays, chatting for nearly an hour. She likes swimming, but is not too crazy about fishing. She provides excellent company; we are enjoying a hot chocolate when her mom comes over looking for her.

“This is where you are. I hope Krystin hasn’t been bothering you.”

Krystin’s mom is a mature facsimile of her. Same face, eyes and those sculptured lips all packed in a sexy body. She is wearing light blue shorts that have a slit up the side. If she is wearing panties, then they must be thongs as no panties lines are showing, just well-toned flesh. She has a similar blue t-shirt as her daughter, but it is very full of Mrs. Gander.

“Actually, she has been excellent company and a fountain of information. By the way, I am Matthew Rogers; but, everyone calls me Mats.”

“I am Karri Rogers, Krystin’s mom; as you may have already guessed. Krystin, you have to shower. We have a big day tomorrow. Maybe we can have coffee tomorrow, Mats.”

“Any time, just call.”

Talking to Krystin kept my mind off everything else; it is actually dark now. It is still warm. With a fresh mug of coffee, I just relax looking out over the lake. The moon is in its full glory, casting an eerie light over the park. Then, a noise draws my attention to Krystin’s tent. The light she is using is overkill; very bright. Her silhouette is very vivid. Fascinated, I watch her undress. There isn’t a porn movie made that could be as sexual as watching Krystin. Her movements are very feminine and sensual. She is standing before me naked and her hands run up and down her lithe body, only the canvas of the tent wall separates us. Shivers are running up and down my body. She slips on a pair of panties and then a robe and leaves the tent. Then she walks by, towards the shower.

She didn’t look my way, which is a good thing. My proud erection is pushing out my pants. My mind has her in a compromising position in my sleeping bag; wishful thinking. Checking the coffee situation, I see there is still another cup in the pot. I am tired and should retire for the night, but the desire to see Krystin again puts me back into my chair.

It is hard to see me from the road, unless you are actually looking directly at my chair. The coffee is good and, so far, the sights have been exemplary. Movement on the road catches my eye. It is Krystin; she is walking slowly, humming. She passes me without looking towards my lot.

“Good night, mom.”

“Night, Krystin, have a good sleep.”

She enters her tent. Again, her silhouette keeps my attention. She slips off her robe, and then slowly lowers her panties. She reaches for something; a bottle then shakes some of the contents on her hands. Watching her spread whatever it is on her body has me really hurting. This exercise goes on for nearly ten minutes as she massages the lotion all over her torso. Then she caps the bottle. I watch as she sits on her bed. Her hand is between her legs. Her movement’s telegraph to me she is masturbating. When she seems to be at the height of her climax, she falls back and continues. She has brought her knees upward and I can just make out she has her legs spread. Her body stiffens and she sighs in satisfaction of a job well done. The light flicks out.

What I’ve just witnessed certainly didn’t do much for me, other than get me so hard I need to follow Krystin’s example. In my tent, I relieve my pain and then walk to the shower. Back in my tent, snuggled in my sleeping bag, sleep overtakes me with my mind on Krystin.

What a morning! The sun is shining and, by walking into its rays, its heat makes an old body feel great. It has been a while since I have had to cook for myself. After pumping a Coleman stove, it is ready to light. Armed with bacon and eggs from my cooler, I soon have the bacon sizzling. Surprisingly, my first attempt at breakfast is a success.

Relaxing with a full stomach, and fresh coffee, I contemplate my day. Renting a boat and motor to try my hand at fishing sounds good. Three hours on the lake results in two good sized bass. Walking back to my camping sight, I meet Krystin on her way to the swimming area. The bikini she is wearing leaves very little to the imagination. Her pussy is outlined in the small triangle of cloth. There are two neat bows, on her hips, that keep it in place. Her top isn’t much better. Like her bottom covering, it is small and exposes two very attractive nipples. Her breasts are small, but firm. It’s hard for me to keep from showing my interest.

“Hi, Mats! I see you have had a bit of luck fishing.”

“Yes, they will be supper tonight. How’s the water?”

“Actually, it’s warm for this time of the year. Do you swim?”

“Yep, just like a rock.”

A beautiful smile forms on her face, distracting me for a moment from her luscious body. She reminds me a lot of Susan. How I miss my young friends. Then, Krystin uses her eyes in such a way that it makes me feel uncomfortable. She is well aware of how her exposed body affects men. She has an air of confidence about her. All my being wants a lot more of her.

“Why don’t you join me? I’ll try and teach you.”

“Are you sure? Don’t you have all the boys in the park after you?”

Krystin’s light complexion turns a reddish hue from a complete body blush. She’s beautiful when she blushes.

“I don’t go out with boys; besides, there are none in the park.”

“Well, in that case, give me time to clean the fish and I’ll change and scare everybody.”

“I’ll wait for you.”

Krystin accompanies me to my site and watches me clean the fish. I’ve great difficulty keeping my eyes off her. She looks so appealing. She is right next to me. Her skin is flawless, both in coloring and texture. Her long blonde hair is in a ponytail that shifts sexually every time she moves. Actually, if she burped I would likely think of it sexually.

“Excuse me for a minute while I change.”

In my tent there’s a problem: my hard-on will not go down and it is difficult to tuck in my bathing suit. The salesman, who sold me this style, told me it is the current fashion: I got conned. I guess all the men that wear this type of suit never get hard-ons. Finally, I get myself all in and it looks ridiculous. I thought Krystin’s costume is skimpy. My crown jewels are easily definable in this suit. Stepping out of the tent, I feel exposed. Krystin takes it in as if it is a common thing; but, I notice she keeps taking peeks at my bulge.

“Ok, lead on.”

Now following Krystin in her outfit takes my mind off my exposure. Her ass is naked except for a line of cloth running in the crease of her bum and a very sexy ass it is.

When we are out of earshot of her site; she turns and looks at my face and then at my bulge.

“I like the way you look in that suit, Mats. It really looks good on you.”

“Well, to be honest, Krystin, I’m impressed at the way you look.”

“You are?”

“Very much! You are a very sexy young woman.”

Again the blush: She turns and I follow my eyes glued to the two globes of soft smooth flesh. My throat is so dry and I’m hurting: maybe the cold water will do its job.

“This is it.”

There is a roped off area that appears to be set up for the younger set. A raised diving board, on a floating platform, is about forty feet out in the water. Krystin runs quickly into the water, diving like a fish. She reappears about fifteen feel away.

“Come on in, its great!”

Swimming wasn’t one of the requirements in my early life. It might have been because there were no facilities in the slum where I grew up. Over the years, I have attempted to swim in pools near the drilling rigs when it got too warm. My self-taught dog paddle isn’t a work of grace. It is downright brutal. Following Krystin, I manage to swim to her.

“You can swim; let’s go to the diving board.”

“You’re kidding? You aren’t going to get me to jump off that!”

“Come on, coward.”

As Krystin glides through the water, I lumber behind her. Once beside her she stops and looks into my eyes smiling. Slowly she moves towards me and our bodies touch. Even in the water the heat of contact has my hydraulics working. She purses her lips and smiles. She’s teasing me. Gradually we move around the platform. It is now blocking the view of anyone from shore. Steadying myself by holding the rungs of the platform Krystin moves to my back and puts her arms around my neck. Her small breasts and hard nipples push into my back. Then she nibbles my ear.

“What are you doing?”

“Nibbling.”

“Cut that out.”

“Don’t you like it?”

Her young body feels so good on me. It’s fortunate that my hands are necessary to keep me from drowning or they may get me in trouble. Then she lets go and disappears under the water. All that is left is a small ripple in the water. Then I feel her hands on my legs and then my cock. She has found the string that holds the suit and the tension is gone. She has untied it. Shocked, I feel her tug my suit downwards until it is at my knees. Then the vixen resurfaces.

“Krystin, what the hell are you doing?”

She answers me by coming towards me, face to face, with her arms around my neck. She moves her body up and down my body, with my cock as her stopper. Krystin has a sly smile on her face and reaches down and grasps me.

“Wow! You are big! It feels good Mats. Do you like that?”

She’s stroking me and it does feel so good. The image of her masturbating last night fills my mind. Taking a chance, I use one hand to steady myself and the other is on her soft bum. It does feel so soft. It doesn’t take much to undo the two bows and remove her bikini bottom. Putting it on the platform, she looks surprised, but doesn’t stop massaging me. My hand finds her bare bum exploring her crack. My finger finds her tight asshole. Caressing it, she sighs and pulls her body closer to me.

“That feels good, Mats. Nobody has ever touched me there.”

“You feel good, Krystin; but, maybe we should stop.”

“Oh, don’t stop. I like it. Don’t you like what I am doing for you?”

“Too much, but that doesn’t make it right.”

“I’m not complaining. Don’t be a spoiled sport.”

Krystin’s skin is so yielding and appealing. This is what has been missing since I left the girls behind. Krystin is now clinging to me, forgetting my cock, and enjoying my caressing hands as they enjoy her body.

The diving platform has a ledge around it allowing swimmers to climb up without trouble, and then mount the higher platform where the diving board is located. Hoisting Krystin to the lip, she sits facing me with a confused look on her face. My face, fortunately, is now level with her thighs and what’s between them. Her pussy is a vision, all puffy from excitement. It’s hairless. Unfortunately, the water has removed all of her personal scent. Leaning over, my lips touch her pussy, first kissing; and then a lick. Now Krystin no longer has a confused look, but one of surprise.

“Wow! That’s a first for me. I read about it, but I didn’t think anyone would ever kiss me there. It feels great, Mats.”

Not answering, my tongue continues to educate her. Slowly spreading her legs causes her pussy to spread, exposing her perky baby labia, an appealing shade of pink. Licking and kissing gives me a taste of her newly generated juice. It isn’t long before it is flowing liberally and Krystin is sighing softly with her hands at the back of my head pulling me into her. Her clitoris isn’t large; but, it is hard and sensitive. I’m sure that her body trembled a bit. Was it a climax?

“How do you feel?”

“Don’t stop!”

Following her request, my tongue keeps up its assault. Leaning Krystin back, against the upper platform, then lifting her legs over my shoulders brings her tight asshole into view. Like Susan’s and Shania’s, it is small, tight and smooth. When my tongue hits it Krystin’s eyes open and she really has a shocked look on her face.

“Don’t you like it?”

“You are licking my bum hole.”

“And?”

“Isn’t that dirty?”

“Do you think so? How does it feel to you?”

“It feels good.”

Krystin is now blushing. Her anal muscles are involuntarily trying to tighten her already tight asshole. Additional licking seems to get her to relax. My cock is pushing out as I wonder if this tiny hole be able to accept my spear. My experience with Susan and her friends has anal sex high on my desires. Krystin’s tight hole seems perfect. The tautness is gone from her bum cheeks. Spreading the cheeks only provides a small opening that the tip of my tongue explores. Krystin is now moaning with pleasure. Then we hear,

“Krystin, where are you?”

It’s her mom. Quickly the look of pleasure turns to a look of fear. After a quick kiss on her pussy and asshole I help her put on her bottoms then struggle into my bathing suit.

“I am here mom making sure Mats doesn’t drown.”

She swims into her mom’s view, followed by me splashing and nearly drowning with my unique dog paddle. With additional effort, I attempt to keep up with Krystin, but with poor results. Finally, I get into the depth of water where I can stand up. Krystin is on shore; she and her mother are laughing at my attempts.

“What you lack in talent you certainly make up for in effort. I hope you don’t plan to swim for our Olympic team.”

“Not this season.”

Karri is wearing a two-piece, red, bathing bikini that certainly exposes more than it covers, not that I am complaining. Her breasts are full and her nipples are large and appear long and thick. Her bikini bottoms are molded into her pubes, displaying a very impressive camel toe. The sexual appearance has my cock stirring, a movement both girls notice. Karri smiles knowingly. I wonder if she’s promiscuous.

“Krystin, I just wanted to let you know I am going to the city after I change. Do you want to come with me?”

Karri is looking right into my eyes as she says this. Fortunately, Krystin doesn’t notice this interplay. Karri is looking at my tent and I am looking at the growing damp spot on her bikini bottoms. She’s interested.

“No mom, I’m going to give Mats a few swimming lessons.”

“Do you need anything Krystin?”

Again, she’s looking right at me. It’s a double-sided question. Oh yes, I want to yell, ‘I need you in my tent right now!’ Her eyes are laughing at me.

“No mom; well, maybe can you bring back some ice cream bars?”

Again, Karri looks at me, smiling.

“That is one of her passions: ice cream. Yes, I’ll bring you some. I won’t be gone too long. Don’t drown, Mats.”

“I’ll try not to, mom.”

This time our eyes meet and Karri’s are bright and excited. It is obvious what I feel as my cock is pointing to her like a compass needle. Is there something to this interplay or is it just my wishful imagination? Watching Karri walk away from me is just as sexy as watching her walk towards me. She has a real sway to her ass and those bum cheeks don’t quit.

“Quit looking at my mom like that.”

“What do you mean?”

Krystin walks over to me, putting her body between me any anyone that may be looking, and grasps my cock, giving it a squeeze.

“That’s what I mean. You have the hots for my mom. She’s beautiful, don’t you think?”

“As beautiful as her daughter: I can see where you get your looks.”

“Dad is never home. I think mom needs more than she gets.”

“More?”

“Sex, you know what I mean.”

That’s a bit more information that I really didn’t need; but, it’s filed in the back of my mind. Offering Krystin a cola, we both sit at my table as we watch her mom leave the area. We’re now alone. The look on Krystin’s face indicates she is aware of this as well.

“I want you to do what you were doing at the platform. I never felt so good, even doing it my self doesn’t feel that good.”

“What do you suggest?”

“Can we use your tent?”

“And what if you mom or dad comes back unexpectedly?”

“They won’t know where I am if they start looking. We can think of something if anything happens.”

“Ok, you’re the boss.”

Finishing up our drinks, I follow her to the flap of my tent. Once inside, she pulls the door zipper to the floor. This conceals us from anyone that may walk by the site. Watching her remove her bikini re-enforces my erection. Standing naked before me, she puts her hands on her hips and slowly does a pirouette for me. She’s the answer to my prayers, since leaving the girls.

“I don’t have as much as my mom; but, for twelve, I’m not bad.”

“Oh Krystin, you have nothing to worry about. I love the way you look.”

“I can see that; the way you fill your bathing suit.”

Now we are both naked. She sits beside me and grasps my cock. The feel of her warm hand brings shivers to my body. Where do young girls learn about sex is a mystery, but I am happy they are so curious. Then, Krystin surprises me by straddling me and lowering her pussy on my cock; then, she rubs her body back and forth on the shaft. The dampness of her cunt is a welcome experience.

“You’re quite the girl, Krystin. I could learn to love this.”

My comment gets me the biggest grin. She continues to rub her moist pussy the length of my shaft. If she keeps it up there will be a flood of sperm all over me.

“I really like it when you kiss me down there.”

“Well, I’ll kiss you again, if you like.”

She moves her body up towards my head. Slowly, she squats over my face with her pussy inches from my mouth. Now I can smell her scent. Similar to my other young friends, it’s an addictive aroma. Opening my mouth, she lowers her offering. For a young preteen, the flow of liquid is amazing. The heat from her pussy is surprising. My lips and tongue do their job: Krystin’s legs are rubbery. She is on her knees, leaning forward, when her body shutters with a climax. A flood of juice splashes over my face. Lapping up the surplus, my manipulations bring her to the heights four more times. Spreading her ass cheeks, I indulge in tight rosebud licking. Krystin reaches back and spreads her cheeks even more, giving me a small opening that my tongue quickly uses. I am hurting. My peg is sticking up solid. I’m hesitant about considering actual sex with Krystin, even though both of her openings would accept my shaft. Her mom will be back shortly and it wouldn’t be wise to have her bleeding, even if she’s in agreement.

“That feels good, Mats. I bet my sister would like it as well.”

Krystin only mentioned her sister Lane once before, the comment that she’s at camp. If she looks anything like Krystin and her mother then she has to be a walking dream as well. Krystin looks very appealing, as she sits breathing heavily from the exertion of the numerous climaxes she just experienced. She’s staring at my hard-on; then, reaches over and starts caressing me.

“What do you mean your sister would like it?”

“We are close and her only experience has been with boys her age. All they do is grope and want to get into her panties; mind you, I can’t blame them for she is beautiful between her legs.”

More information I really didn’t need to know; but, it has my curiosity built up about meeting Lane. Looking at Krystin has me wondering just how close the two sisters are. She’s blushing, realizing what she just told me.

“She came home late one night with a big bruise on her thigh. She said it really hurt. One of her so-called boyfriends got so excited he bumped her, giving her the bruise; for his troubles, she kicked him between the legs. When she showed me the bruise, she took off her panty hose. I don’t think she has ever had her pussy kissed, at least she’s never told me if she has.”

“Well, I guess we will never find out. You said she is at camp.”

“But she will be here Sunday night; so, if you stay over you will meet her.”

Krystin is smiling as she watches me mull over her comment. I think she wants me to stay longer than I had planned. If she keeps rubbing me the way she is, she will get her wish.

“If you keep rubbing me, you will get all covered with my cream.”

“Will I? I have never seen a guy cum. Please do it for me.”