Chapter 3

The light of the long sunset was still in the sky when Rick reached the bottom of the rise. It wasn't as far as it had appeared from across the river, but it was different. The trees along the slope were large pines, spaced, and climbing up between them was obviously no easy matter. The ground was covered with slick pine needles and it angled up quite steeply to the rise, but there was still enough light that he could find the path to the top without difficulty.

The trail was angular, cut into the side of the slope as it rose from one level area to the next, and by the time Rick reached the last cut to the top, he was breathing hard. He'd have been very unhappy if the Boyds' camp wasn't there, but a short distance along the flat and in a clearing, he saw the large tent. The air carried a distinct odor of barbecued beef; when he reached the edge of the clearing, he understood why.

Seated at a large camp table were three people. A short distance from that was a campfire and grill being tended by Karen Boyd. He was excited at seeing Karen, but he was reluctant to step into the clearing because of those seated at the camp table. One was Valerie Boyd, as he would expect, but what disturbed him was the presence of two men. The three adults were all drinking from tall glasses and laughing and talking at the same time. Rick instantly thought that one of the two men had to be with Karen. If that was the case, he'd certainly have to re-think his plans. His muscles tensed with excitement as he decided to watch; to spy on the group was more correct, and the idea did have a certain masochistic stimulation.

They were apparently going to eat the steaks that Karen was carefully turning over the campfire, but the way Valerie Boyd was acting with the two men, Rick had to wonder. Karen was almost a carbon-copy of her mother, and she was blessed with a degree of sensuality that belied her young age. Yet, Valerie Boyd was all the woman that any man could realistically ask for, and then some. Rick felt that Karen would some day come up to the qualities of her mother, but he couldn't help the way he felt when looking at Valerie. She really turned him on in the most lewd and stimulating way he could imagine.

At that moment, seated at the large camp table, Valerie seemed to radiate pure sex like it was a common asset available to everyone. Her movements were deliberate and enticingly smooth, as if she was making love to anything that came in contact with her full and lush body. When she touched the table, it was certain that she was feeling its texture, caressing its surface with her fingers, and the bench she was sitting on might as well have been alive by the way her supplely fleshed buttocks and thighs pinched and rocked upon it. She was wearing a short dress of such delicate material that he had to wonder if it was all there, or instead, if was a blouse and she had somehow forgotten her pants or skirt. She always dressed in revealing garments, and though Rick had never seen her in the nude, he felt he could describe all of her intimate parts in detail. Her breasts, large and round and lifted, would shimmer and quiver as she shifted her position, the nipples pressing against the thin fabric of her dress as if straining to be free. He could imagine how proud and firm they were, like magnificent blushing globes above her narrow waist and curving hips. Her long tapering legs, always slightly parted seemed to suggest he could easily look up between them to the warm inviting place where her sleek inner thighs and softly rounded buttocks became one. Her silken pubic mound would be darker and thicker than Karen's, but he knew that the softly curling hair would part like a clearing in the forest to reveal the liquid pink orifice of her cunt tucked between soft, wetly glistening cuntal lips.

One of the men at the table was telling a dirty joke, but Rick kept his eyes on Valerie, for when she laughed, which was frequently, she would throw her head back so that her long auburn colored hair spilled over her shoulders like a flowing frame for her strikingly attractive face; at these times, her sensual mouth would open in an "O" shape as if her wetly ovalled lips were prepared to kiss the head of a cock. And then she would smile and her tongue would snake out between pearl white teeth to moisten her lips until they seemed to glow with alluring redness. She was an alive and tremendously exciting woman, a female, Rick knew, who could make any man glad to be near her.

It didn't take long for Rick to realize that the two men at the table were both seeking Valerie's favor and, becoming more excited himself at the sight of her, he decided he would make his presence known. He wanted to get away somewhere with Karen as soon as possible, and he was certain the two men would be glad for the privacy.

"So I find you at last," Rick announced abruptly as he stepped into the clearing and walked toward the camp table. Karen left the fire and ran to him with open arms.

"It's about time you got here... I've been going crazy hanging around this giggling trio!" She was smiling and her words were intended to jest, but her open kiss left little doubt about her genuine feelings. She was hot and as anxious as he was for sex. The feel of her sensually warm young body pressing tightly against him made his half-hard cock grow larger, and he pushed her back after a moment, still finding it difficult to be so open in front of her mother. Valerie knew about their involvement and thought it fine, but his natural reserve kept open displays of affection to a minimum.

Keeping an arm around Karen, he walked to the table. "Evening, Mrs. Boyd, how are you?" he said, his hand extended. He liked the direct way she looked at him, and when their hands touched, he always felt as though she was being very, very friendly.

"Well, Rick, you're just in time for a drink," Valerie said in her husky voice as she took his hand; it seemed as if she felt it more than shaking it. Then she glanced at the other two men who were standing. "This is Karen's friend, Rick! That's Ray, and that's Bob..."

Rick shook the hands of each, and he suddenly realized that they both knew Karen's mother better than he'd previously supposed as she went on quite casually, "They're a couple of Big Sur swingers, Rick."

"Nice to meet you!" he said to both. Then he turned to again face Valerie. "Before I forget, my mother said she would come by to say hello in the morning..." Then he added as if to make an excuse for her absence, "She was a little tired from the drive down."

"Too bad she can't come tonight. It might have done her a world of good!" she said, and Rick missed the touch of sarcasm in her voice. "Sit down, have a drink, and let Karen get those steaks before they're burned to a crisp!"

With a yelp, Karen hurried to the campfire, so Rick did as Valerie asked, sitting down beside her and pouring himself a drink. They were all drinking martinis in large glasses, but he preferred something he could water down, so he poured himself three fingers of scotch and filled the glass with ice. "Helluva nice way to go camping, Mrs. Boyd," he said, and he clinked his glass against hers. She laughed which reminded him how horny he'd become, and he quickly took a large gulp of the liquor so he wouldn't stare. After that he completely forgot about the time or his promise to his mother as he listened to Ray and Bob tell stories, and he attempted to keep from looking at Valerie laugh. Karen put the overdone steaks on the table, but no one seemed very interested in eating any food. Rick fixed a second drink when Karen sat down beside him, and while she held a drink too, her free hand was kept busy under the table stroking his inner thigh. Being in between Karen and her voluptuous mother was a situation that Rick thought to have great possibilities, and the second and a third drink were consumed quickly. Finally, he was aroused from their nearness, he stood up from the table with legs trembling.

"I've got to go!" he announced abruptly, and no one seemed to notice but Karen. She stood, pausing long enough to drain her glass, and then she ran off to the tent only to emerge a second later with a flashlight.

"Mother, I'm going to walk back with Rick... I'll be gone for awhile."

Only then did Valerie stop the animated conversation of the two men long enough for a short and meaningful comment of her own. "See you soon, Rick, and do take your time!"

"Thank you for the drink, Mrs. Boyd," he answered, and with quick nods to Ray and Bob, he took Karen by the arm and headed back toward the trail. Karen had the flashlight on, and they followed the circle of light, not stopping until they were at the edge of the slope. Then she pointed the light down the trail to the first level area.

"There! Just on the other side of that pine..." She started down the trail, Rick anxiously following close behind.

"What? What's there?" he said.

She laughed, devilishly, "A blanket... I put a blanket there earlier, in case it got cold."

Just off the trail, on the far side of a large pine tree, there was a flat and level space covered with fallen pine needles. And next to the base of the tree was a bunched up dark green blanket that Karen unhesitatingly picked up and began unfolding.

"Shine this down here while I spread this out," she said handing Rick the flashlight. Her rushing made him more excited than ever, and while holding the flashlight in one hand, he started unbuckling his belt with the other. In the process he couldn't help shining the light on Karen's sensual young body. Just like her mother, he thought, but younger and less experienced. Her dark eyes, wide with a heated arousal, glowed as the light shone on her pretty face; her long auburn hair, a shade lighter than her mother's fell in bright contrast around her white shoulders as she pulled off her sweater.

"I've been thinking about doing it all day... Hurry, darling," she said, but he remained motionless as she stripped off her brassiere and exposed her full, ripely quivering breasts to his view. The nipples, pink and proud, were hardened with her excitement, and he held the light on them, wanting to watch her undress completely. With belt loosened, he started unbuttoning his shirt with one hand, but he didn't want to set the flashlight down until he had seen all of her. She was wearing jeans, and in one motion she slipped them, and her bikini panties, down over her gently rounded buttocks, lower still down her firm, white thighs until they fell in a heap around her ankles. He moved the beam of light across her flat young belly, pausing for a second as if to tease her navel with it, and then he pointed the light directly at the triangular patch of her sparse pubic hair.

Karen saw what he was doing with the light, and she laughed openly, willing to play the game. "You see? It's ready for you, darling! Warm and moist and ready for your big old cock." As she spoke in her soft, low voice, she spread her slenderly tapered legs apart and began grinding her hips rhythmically back and forth, as her hands - palms against her white flesh with fingers extended - slid down over her naked belly toward the curving mound of sexual pleasure.

Rick gaped at her slow sensuous movements, as her fingertips drew closer and closer to the silken fuzz of her eagerly undulating cunt. His long throbbing penis was straining against the confinement of his pants, growing harder and bigger as he watched her caress her inner thighs and spread her legs out wider still before reaching up with two fingers of each hand to stroke the moistened hair-lined slit and part the wetly glistening pussy lips to wantonly expose the flushing pink flesh of her cunt.

Her lust hardened clitoris was throbbing visibly as she seductively pressed a fingertip against it, and the young boy couldn't leave his pants on another moment. His stiff, blood-filled cock was aching to be released, to be free to enter the moistly hot grip of Karen's tight young cunt, and he set the flashlight on the ground, the beam spreading across the blanket to illuminate their love-bed. "There! Lay down there!" he groaned as he hurriedly pushed his pants over his painfully erect penis, releasing it to stand straight out from his groin.

Karen willingly did as he asked, nakedly stretching out on the blanket so that the light shone directly on her voluptuous young loins, and with knees drawn up and spread out wide, she again stroked the tingling knob of her rigid little clitoris with a single fingertip. She was without shame as she arched her ripely flaring buttocks up off the blanket, grinding her pelvis in a lewdly open invitation to be fucked.

Rick was ready, tearing his shirt off and nearly tripping in his efforts to step out of his pants, as he knelt down on the blanket, naked now except for his shoes and socks. The night air was cold, but both young people were too impatient to notice anything except the other's arousal.

"Ooohh, your cock's so big and hard! Fuck me, darling. Fuck me," the young girl pleaded as she raised her hips up higher, as if trying to catch his wildly jerking penis with her hungry little cunt. Her hands were on her sleek inner thighs, fingers spreading the heatedly quivering lips of her lubricated vagina so that Rick could clearly see the wetly glistening opening to her femaledom. With a loud groan of hunger, the boy arched his hips forward so that the rubbery-like tip of his pounding cock was but inches from her moistly heated cuntal crevice.