Chapter 2

There was an odor in the tent I wasn't familiar with. A bit musty, but intoxicating. I grinned at Heather and said "I'm ecstatic to see you. It's a clear night so I don't need a flashlight." I kept glancing down at her tits. My breathing was getting a bit ragged. Heather kept looking at me then down at my crotch. Sherry just kept looking back and forth between the two of us.

Heather smiled and leaned toward me. She crawled in close. I was sure we were going to kiss. I was getting ready to swap spit with her when she reached out and grabbed my balls. I froze instantly. She wasn't hurting me, but there was enough pressure there that a false move might result in some damage. She was still smiling.

"If you tell anyone, and I mean any fucking one, anything, and I mean any fucking thing, that you heard in this tent, I will hunt you down and rip off your balls." She punctuated each word with a little squeeze and twist on my nut sack. "Not one breath. Do you understand?"

I understood. "Yes ma'am" I whispered.

"Good boy" Heather said, and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. She quit squeezing my balls, and started massaging them. Her hand moved from my balls, up my cock and back to my balls again. "Very nice. Why don't you lay back between us?" She moved over to the left, giving room between her and Sherry for me to lie down. I fluffed up a pillow and laid back.

Her hand went back to my cock and she stroked it gently through the material of my sweat pants. She looked over at Sherry and said "Have you ever seen a real cock?"

Sherry shook her head. "Well, once, when Greg was coming out of the shower, I saw him. But it was real small."

"Well, I don't think this one is real small" Heather said. She reached for the waistband of my sweats. "Can we see it?" I lifted my ass up and she pulled my sweats down. The waistband caught on my cock as it passed over it, pulling it back, then releasing it with a thwack up against my belly. I was completely exposed, and Heather was in total control.

"That is a nice one" Heather said as she put her hand on my shaft. "It's not quite as long as my dad's, but I think it's just as big around. And your balls are just as big as his, too. Maybe a little bigger." She rolled each testicle in her hand. Then she turned to Sherry, who hadn't taken her eyes off my cock. "Hey, Sher. Want to make him cum?"

My cock twitched at bit when it heard that. Heather felt it jerk, and she looked up and smiled at me. "Like that idea, eh? Don't worry. You'll get your chance. Get over here, Sher. Put your hand out and check this out. It's pretty nice."

Sherry moved over a bit. The sleeping bag she had been holding up to her chest slipped a bit, and I caught a glimpse of a nipple. I wouldn't say she was flat as a board. Her nipples were puffed up a bit. I figured they were just starting to grow. She reached out her hand and laid it on my nut sack. She rubbed it a bit tentatively, then gave my testicles a squeeze. A little too hard.

"Ahhh" I grunted and jerked back.

"Careful, Sher" Heather coached. "Guys are really sensitive there. In fact, if you ever want to hurt a guy, just kick them in the crotch. If you hit them hard enough, I heard that they can pass out."

Geez, where did this babe get her experience from? I hoped that she wasn't going to try to demonstrate that particular skill.

Sherry apologized then resumed rubbing my balls. She moved her hand up the shaft of my cock, then wrapped her fingers around it. They didn't go all the way around, and she just held her hand there.

"Move your hand up and down, and keep a firm hold of it" Heather said. Sherry obeyed immediately, and I was treated to my first hand job from a female. It was obvious Sherry didn't have the skills Heather had developed. Her strokes were a bit hesitant and not too well coordinated. But a hand job is a hand job and I wasn't going to complain. I luxuriated in the feelings her hand was creating.

"Whatever happens, Sher, don't stop what you're doing" Heather said. "In a bit, he's going to start humping your hand. Just keep pumping and squeezing and watch him cum. Sort of point the knob on the top of his cock toward him, but don't stop stroking." Heather stuck her hand under my leg and started squeezing my nuts. Start humping, indeed. I knew I wasn't far away from cumming. In a few seconds, I felt my toes curl, and my ass came up off the sleeping bag. I was pounding my hips into Sherry's strokes and my cock exploded. A long stream of cum blew out of my cock and hit my chin. Sherry faltered a bit, then picked up the pace again. With each stroke I shot a smaller wad, until after 5 or 6 shots I collapsed. I didn't think I would ever walk again.

"Ohmuhgawd, ohmuhgawd" Sherry chanted over and over as I came. She was still tying to jerk me off and I put my hand on hers to stop her. Heather looked at the blob of cum on my chin and said "Wow. That was some shot. I've never seen one go that far before." She crawled up and licked the spot on my chin.

"Ewww" Sherry exclaimed. "That's gross."

"It's not gross" Heather said disgustedly. "It's hardly got any taste at all. You've got some on your hand. Taste it."

"No way" Sherry said. "Aren't you afraid you'll get pregnant?"

Heather turned and glared at Sherry. "Don't be stupid. You don't get pregnant eating cum. It has to go in your pussy to make you pregnant. And besides, I'm on the pill."

Sherry's mouth dropped open. "You are? How? I mean, you're just thirteen. Didn't the doctor wonder why you needed to go on the pill? Weren't you afraid he'd know what you were doing?

"My mom handled it" Heather replied. "She told the doctor that when I got my monthlies I got really, really sick. Cramps that doubled me over. Kept me home from school. I broke out in acne, I got the trots. Everything. And also that I got really bitchy just before my period came. The doctor told her that the best thing for that was to be on the pill. They discussed my maturity and mom sort of reluctantly agreed that if that was the only solution, well, she'd have to go along with it."

I was fascinated with this discussion. I was laying there with my cock flopping limply to one side while two girls were discussing menstruation and birth control. Is this a great country, or what! But my cum was running off my stomach and onto the sleeping bag, and it was kind of uncomfortable. I looked around for a towel or something to clean up with. Heather noticed and threw a pair of panties at Sherry. "Here. Clean him up."

Sherry didn't know what to do. I took the panties from her and wiped my cock and stomach. It wasn't much of a cleanup, but it was better than nothing. "Thanks, Sherry" I said. "That was really great. You did a great job."

Sherry grinned at my praise. "Beginner's luck" Heather said.

I turned to Heather. "Hey, I'm laying here with my cock waving in the breeze and Sherry is showing me her boobs every once in a while." Sherry jerked the sleeping bag up to her chest and tried to look offended. I ignored her. "But I haven't seen anything of you yet, Heather. How about getting comfortable?"

I didn't think Heather would get upset just by having me ask to see the goods. And I was right. "You think so, eh?" she asked. She got up on her knees. What I thought was a t-shirt was more a night shirt, and it feel to her knees as she got up. She reached down, and in that way that only women have perfected, crossed her arms, grasped the bottom of the shirt and pulled it over her head. There she was, gloriously naked.

What a sight. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. I had only seen pictures of naked women in Playboy before this moment, and it was nothing like the real thing. And frankly, I didn't think that the Playboy centerfolds had anything on the vision that was before me.

Heather had perfectly shaped breasts. They were just a handful in size, but each milky white breast had a beautiful nipple perched on the top of the front of it. The nipples themselves were fully engorged and bright pink. They were surrounded by milky chocolate brown areolae. Heather raised her hands and cupped her breasts, squeezing them together. She used her fingers to rub the ends of her nipples. I was in a trance watching her. She moved her hands down her body slowly, caressing herself. The blood drained from my head and rushed to fill my cock. My eyes followed her hands down her ribs, over her slim waist and to the junction of her thighs.

Her bush was just a little bit darker than the hair on her head. It still qualified as blond in my books. It looked like spun silk. There wasn't much light in the tent, just the glow from the streetlight coming through the one window screen. Her left hand began to trail back up toward her breasts. Her right hand went between her legs. I couldn't decide which hand to watch, but her right hand seemed to be moving. Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing deeply and slowly.

"You're beautiful" I whispered.

Her eyes opened, but her hands continued caressing her body. "Do you really think so?" she asked softly.

"Absolutely" I said. "Can I ... can I touch you?" As soon as the words came out of my mouth I was afraid that I might have gone too far.