TNWS02 A Summer to Remember
Copyright© 2020 by Murray Wilson
Chapter 17: Where the Hell Is Te Ruapa?
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 17: Where the Hell Is Te Ruapa? - The story of one young man's attempt to paddle solo down the last 142 kilometres of the Waikato River during a New Zealand summer and how he discovers Lifestyle Nudism as well as love in the process.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Teenagers Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Cousins Grand Parent Group Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Hairy Public Sex Small Breasts Nudism
As Keith was quietly processing all that Gemma had just said he felt her face push in over his knees. Then he felt her soft tender lips kiss his lips long and hard. And oh ... it did feel just so wonderful and with that long soft kiss it seemed like all Keith’s confused emotions untwisted themselves and all the tension in his mind melted away like so much early morning mist.
Gemma then pulled her lips away for a moment and whispered, “I’ve only known you for one whole day and already I am just so going to miss you when you get your boat fixed and you leave tomorrow or the next day. Why, I might just have to stow away with you in one of your plastic bags, Mr Keith-from-Te-Ruapa. Where the hell is that anyway?”
“Where the hell is what?” replied Keith.
“Te Ruapa!” responded Gemma.
“Oh, it’s just out of Dannevirke. It’s only a small town. But you should know that. Your sister spent six months there last year.”
“Nope! I know nothing about the place. All I was told was that Portia was going to stay with an aunt somewhere because she wasn’t getting on with mom too well. Once she got back we all got into this nudie stuff and now we all get on terrifically ... on account of all the sex of course! Well, that’s what I put it down to.”
As soon as Gemma said that bit about the sex Keith pulled the girl into his arms and kissed her hard himself and said, “Of course ... the sex! And I am going to fuck you really hard again and do it right here on the banks of the Waikato River. Your mom says you need a good seeing to every now and then and ... and I ... and I am going to see to you right now.”
As Keith was pulling himself and Gemma back up onto the grassy part of the bank Gemma reminded him of something.
“Actually, you are only supposed to be talking ‘dirty’ to me right now. The nudie fucking comes later Mr Keith-from-the-river-from-Te-Ruapa-Poata. So come on ... just talk to me all sexy and dirty like. Let’s see how good you ... well how naughty you can be actually!”
As Gemma was positioning her lovely little body on the soft grass Keith was standing over her with his penis already starting to stand to attention. Keith looked down at Gemma’s beautiful body and her lovely dimpled face. He looked along her young shapely legs as they disappeared up into those all too skimpy shorts then at her bare skin above her waist-line as it vanished up under her blouse. He then dropped down to his knees as his legs straddled her body and his cock soared out over her stomach and said, “Well then Miss Tight-tits-butterfly-butt-cute-cunt-rhino-horn-clitoris girl ... where do I start?”
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