I was butt naked when I met the girl of my dreams. Yet, that was not the most unusual circumstance of that improbable introduction. She was naked as well on that fateful day, as were the twenty or thirty other people in the area. It just goes to show that there is some wisdom in the old Boy Scouts’ motto: Be prepared.
It was the summer between my junior and senior years at the university. A few days earlier, one of my housemates–a part-time hedonist taking summer classes at the local community college–introduced me to “the quarry,” a little-known swimming hole located about five miles outside of town. At the center of the abandoned quarry, a spring-fed pool of the coldest, clearest water in the county was home base for a secretive community of naturists. I joined that unofficial club the first week of summer vacation, and spent the rest of the summer driving to my personal paradise at every opportunity.
On that fateful day I left for the quarry right after lunch. I took a towel, a book, and a small cooler containing a few beers–just enough to maintain a mild buzz throughout the afternoon. I parked alongside the road a half mile from the quarry. There were two parking areas within walking distance of the swimming hole; the closer of the two resulted in a walk of only about a hundred yards, but that was where the cops went first on their semi-weekly roust of the naturists. They always took down license plate numbers prior to chasing everyone out of the quarry. The alternated parking area was much further away–nearly a half mile walk through the mosquito-infested woods–but the cops didn’t seem to know about it. At least no one parking there had ever received a citation. That was where I always parked.
I found my favorite rock unoccupied, so I spread out my towel, dropped my shorts and t-shirt, and jumped into the frigid water to rinse the sweat from my body. I swam back and forth across the pool for about twenty minutes, then returned to my towel. I dried off, opened a can of beer, and then took a good look at my surroundings. While I was swimming the small crowd of about twenty had grown to over thirty people. I scanned the shoreline from east to west, and that’s when I spotted her, lying on a towel about twenty yards to my left.
I put on my sunglasses, sat down on my towel, and tried to think of a way to approach her. I had never been shy around girls, but never before had I attempted to introduce myself to a nude woman. It goes without saying that I had never tried to meet a naked girl when I was also naked. It’s more difficult than one might think. No matter how hard I tried, I could not gather the courage to move from my towel. I ended up sitting on that rock for nearly an hour and a half, doing nothing more than sipping beers and hiding behind my aviators.
Thank God for those counterfeit Vuarnets that I found in the library. Without turning in her direction, I was able to stare at her naked body for almost ninety minutes. I watched her read a book. I watched her jump in the water and swim. I watched her climb back onto her rock and towel herself off. I watched her apply sun screen to her entire body. It was at that point that I finally moved–I had to lie face down to hide my erection.
The crowd continued to grow, and the sparse female population finally became more abundant. Nonetheless, I only had eyes for the golden-skinned girl with curly brown hair hanging just past her shoulders. She stood about five feet, seven inches tall. She had an athletic build, well-toned legs and arms, a flat stomach, and breasts that looked like C-cups sitting high on her chest. Her dark brown aureoles were about the size of a quarter, and her nipples pointed upward at forty-five degree angles. A thick bush of dark curly hair glistened in the afternoon sun. I never believed in love at first sight, but at that moment I was forced to reassess many of my former beliefs.
The hours passed. People came and left, jumping in the water and then climbing back onto the rocks to sun themselves in the afternoon heat. Regulars greeted each other, shared beers, and passed joints from one to another. My golden girl with the thick bush didn’t leave her rock, however, so I remained anchored to mine. If she would just jump into the water again, I could dive in and swim near her. That’s all the opening I need.
The afternoon tranquility was shattered when two new guys ambled down the path and spread their towels on the rock next to the golden girl. One guy carried a boom box cranked up to eleven, while the other carried a large cooler. The two immediately offered beers to everyone seated near them, including her. I was heartbroken as I watched her sit up, take a beer, and begin talking to one of the louts. That’s what you get for waiting too long. As my history teacher always said: “he who hesitates is lost.”
I sat up and watched Goldie and Party Guy, trying my best to appear inconspicuous while my insides roiled. I had my chance. I blew it. The only person I can be mad at is me. Finding my erection diminished, I jumped into the water to cool off.
Fifteen minutes later I emerged from my swim, only to find her gone. My first thought was that she had left with Party Guy, but a quick survey revealed that he had moved on and was chatting up two more naked girls on another rock. Realizing I had missed her, I looked over and saw that her towel and clothes were gone, as well. I was relieved that she did not leave with Party Guy, but disappointed that I had blown my opportunity to meet her.
I dried off, got dressed, and left. On the walk back to the car and throughout the drive home I tried to analyze the situation and my complete failure to take advantage of the opportunity. I never before had a problem talking to girls on campus or at bars. I almost always got lucky at parties. On rare occasions I had even met girls on the street and ended up staying at their places for the night. Yet, no matter how hard I tried, I still could not imagine my naked self approaching a naked girl. It was incomprehensible.
I spent the next week contemplating that problem. I went to the quarry every day, hoping for another opportunity to talk to her. I left every evening, frustrated that I had not seen her. At the same time, I was also relieved that I did not see her, as I still did not have a viable solution to the nudity conundrum.
Everything changed on the ninth day. I exited the woods and turned on the path that led to the northern edge of the pool. I rounded a bend along the water, only to find that my favorite rock was occupied. Looking for a new place to set up, I turned to the left and saw no good spaces. I turned to the right and saw her, laying face down on a rock a few feet from my favorite spot. There was an empty rock next to hers. I picked up the pace and made a bee-line for that rock.
I claimed a spot less than ten feet from her. I’ve established a beachhead. I pretended not to notice her as I took off my shorts and t-shirt. My manhood immediately started to rise, so I dropped myself face-down onto the towel to hide my arousal. I turned in her direction and got my first good look at her perfect butt. She was blessed with tight round cheeks that were the same golden color as the rest of her skin. Each side of her lower back had a dimple above the butt cheek. I imagined that the dimples disappeared when she assumed the doggy-style position. That thought caused my erection to throb painfully between my belly and the rock, so I forced myself to look away.
A minute later I heard a splash. I glanced up to see her swimming across the pool, agitating the still water as she swam away. Get up! Go! She wants to be followed! I sat up and reached for the cooler. I opened a beer and watched as she reached the opposite end of the swimming hole. That particular spot was the only place where the ground sloped into the water. Everywhere else there was a drop off from the rocks to water–in some places only a foot, and in others as much as six feet. She walked out of the water and onto the path that led from the water to the surrounding hills. I had never explored that path. I preferred to stay in the water or on the rocks at the opposite end.
Miss Golden Buns disappeared behind a hill. Follow her, damnit! She’s leading me to the hills! I tried to recall every conversation I ever had with anyone regarding the quarry, but no one had mentioned the path leading from the water to the hills on the far side. I had no idea what was over there. As soon as I finish this beer, I’ll swim over there and find out for myself.
Goldie returned before I could move. She walked into the water, turned onto her back, and swam a slow backstroke to the rocky side of the pool. She reached the rock where I was sitting, and stood on a ledge at the edge of the water.
“Excuse me,” she said, extending one arm toward me. “Can you give me a hand?”
I almost dropped my can of beer.
“Um, sure, what can I do for you?”
“I need help getting up this rock.”
Countless times I had stood on the precise spot where she was standing. I knew it was not difficult to climb out of the water at that point. A mere six feet to her left was a different story, but she was standing on a ledge that almost formed a natural ladder. I’m in. Motherfucker, I am in.
I stood up and walked to the edge of the rock. As I squatted down to take her hand, I noticed that my flaccid cock was hanging less than two feet from her face. Without warning, it started to swell when I took her hand and pulled her out of the water.
“Thank you,” she said as she emerged from the water. “I always have a hard time climbing out on this side. It’s so much easier on the sandy side.”
She stood up, reached behind her head, and pulled her hair into a ponytail. Her back arched and her breasts jutted skyward as she squeezed the excess water from her hair. I felt my dick stiffening.
“Would you like a beer?” I offered, hoping that a change of subject would reverse the flow of blood to my cock.
“Yes, thank you. I’m Astrid, by the way.”
“Here you go, Astrid,” I said, handing her an ice-cold beer. “My name is Ramon. ”
“Nice to meet you, Ramon.”
“The pleasure is all mine.”
“I can see that.”
I stared into her eyes as a bewildered expression formed on my face.
“Your excitement is showing.”
Astrid looked from my eyes to my crotch. Following her eyes, I looked down and saw that I had already reached half-mast.
“Let’s sit down. It’s not considered good form for you to walk around here with a boner, you know. People will think that you’re a pervert. We’re all perverts, to some extent, but obvious perverts are not welcome here.”
“I’m sorry,” I stammered. “I didn’t mean to…”
“Don’t apologize. From what I can see, I’d call that a promising start to our friendship.”
We sat down and finished our beers. I opened a second beer, but Astrid declined.
“I have to work this afternoon. I can’t go in with a buzz.”
“Where do you work?”
“The Village Inn. I’m a waitress. Do you know where that is?”
“Of course. Everyone knows ‘the Inn’.”
“You should stop by and see me tonight,” she smiled. “I would enjoy the company.”
“You wouldn’t get in trouble?”
“Not as long as you keep ordering and I keep working. I could even sneak you a free pitcher of beer every once in a while. Just don’t tell anyone.”
“I can keep a secret.”
“Speaking of secrets, how did you find out about the quarry? We’ve managed to keep this place a secret from most of the university students.”
“One of my house mates is a local. He brought me here about a month ago. I’ve been coming here almost every day since then. How did you know I’m a student, by the way?”
“You always bring a book. Most of the guys who come out here just stare at the tits and asses and pussies.”
“Well, I bring a book, but I don’t get too many pages read when I’m here. How about you?”
“I’ve been coming here since I was in high school, but only a couple times a month.”
“How long ago was high school?”
“I get the feeling that you don’t want to tell me how old you are.”
“Does it matter?”
“Not really, but you already have a good idea how old I am.”
“I suppose. How old do you think I am?”
“Well, you can’t be any older than me.”
“I’m sure that I am.”
“Really? Not by much. You don’t look older than me.”
“So, you’re a flatterer and a flirt. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you were trying to get into my pants.”
“Well, that’s an interesting concept Astrid–since you aren’t wearing any pants.”
“Just because I’m naked and drinking a beer with you is no reason for you to think that you’ve succeeded. Not yet, at least.”
“I’m never presumptuous.”
“Is that silver tongue of yours good for anything besides talking?”
“Why don’t we go back to your place, so you can find out?”
“I told you, I have to work tonight. Are you going to try and talk me into calling in sick?”
“EVERYONE GET OUT OF THE WATER AND WALK TO YOUR CARS. I REPEAT, EVERYONE GET OUT OF THE WATER AND WALK TO YOUR CARS.”
A cop with a bullhorn was standing at the southern edge of the water. Another cop was circling the far side of the water toward the hills. Everyone jumped up and started running in all directions.
“Where’s your car?” I asked.
“That way,” she answered, pointing to the northern edge. “Through the woods.”
“Mine too. Grab your stuff and let’s go.”
Astrid and I put on our shoes, grabbed our clothes and other belongings, and sprinted toward the northern path. Running in only our sneakers, we caught a group of seven or eight other people who were also heading in that direction. We reached the trail, turned the bend, and ran for the forest. The other nudists continued running, but I stopped at the edge of the woods. I grabbed Astrid’s hand and pulled her toward me. We were both flushed and our bodies were glistening with sweat. Astrid’s golden breasts were heaving up and down as she struggled to draw the hot, heavy air into her lungs. The warm, pungent aroma of her sex invaded my nostrils, driving out the moist smells of the woods. I put an arm around her waist and drew her body against mine. Our hearts were racing a thousand beats per minute. I lowered my face and pressed my lips against hers. I ground my erect cock into her belly as my tongue explored her hot mouth. We kissed for over two minutes as our hands explored each other’s naked body.
“I want to fuck you so bad,” I growled into her ear.
“I know,” she panted. “I can feel it. I want it to. But we have to keep moving. That cop could be catching us any second now.”
We put on our clothes and set out through the woods. Fifteen minutes later we reached the clearing where we both had parked.
“Do you have to go in to work?”
“I’m afraid so. I’ve used up too many sick days already.”
“Are you going to stop by and see me tonight?”
“I’ll try. I will certainly try.”
“It would make my night go much faster if you were there.”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
“I get off at two. You could walk me home. My apartment is just a few blocks away, and I don’t think my roommates will be home.”
“I’ll do my best. I would love to see your apartment.”
“I’m sure you would.”
We kissed again and said our goodbyes. I wanted to stop by the Inn, but the truth of the matter was that it was a little out of my price range, especially after paying the rent earlier that week. Even with a free pitcher of beer, I couldn’t afford to eat there; and if I ate, then I couldn’t afford a bar tab. If I didn’t open a bar tab, I wouldn’t be able to hang out there all night. Face it, I’m fucked.
I contemplated my options on the drive home. My mind was telling me to watch my budget, stay home, and look for Astrid the following week. My heart and my dick were telling me to blow my budget and pursue the woman of my dreams. When my head, heart and dick were in conflict it was usually my heart telling me to be faithful, my dick telling me to pursue what was available, while my head performed a risk assessment before making the final decision. The alignment of my heart and dick against my head was a new dynamic.
Upon reaching the house, I found that one of my housemates scored a bag of weed and another had gone to the store to pick up a few cases of beer. Phone calls were going out in all directions. Friends were heading over to the house. Pizzas were ordered. Somebody fired up the grill and started burning some hot dogs and burgers. My situation was resolved: Party with the guys until after midnight, head over to the Village Inn around twelve thirty, escort Astrid back to her house where we would finish the night consummating our new friendship, then go to sleep with Astrid in my arms as the sun peeked over the horizon. Life can be good for a twenty-one year old student lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time.
Unfortunately, what is often said about best-laid plans is too often true. At least it was true one too many times with my “best-laid plans.” A small crowd started trickling in a few minutes after six. By eight o’clock a call went out for more beer. Someone passed a hat around, and forty minutes later a car pulled up with seven more cases of beer. My stamina was diminished from running around naked for several hours in the hot afternoon sun, so after several beers and countless bong hits, I was down for the count much earlier than anticipated. I woke up the next morning on a lawn chair in the back yard. Someone was thoughtful enough to cover me with a blanket, but my face, arms and legs were still covered in mosquito bites.
I stumbled into the house and surveyed the carnage. Half a dozen people were sleeping on the sofa, in chairs, or amid the empty beer bottles and overflowing ashtrays strewn about the floor. I crawled up the stairs to my room. Opening the door, I found a rather messy-looking girl sleeping in my bed. Her clothes made a crumpled pile at the foot of the bed, and she smelled of sex, cigarette smoke and beer. I tried to wake her, but she just ducked her head under my pillow and pulled the sheet over her head. Fuck it, its my bed. I took off my clothes, climbed over the girl, and collapsed against the wall.
I awoke again a few hours later. The sun should have been high in the sky, but instead it was overcast and looked like rain was on its way. The naked girl was gone, but her clothes were still on the floor. Ten minutes later she returned, her body wrapped in one towel and another wrapped around her head like a turban. Both towels fell to the floor, and she crawled into bed with me.
My dick responded immediately. Whatever blood I still had in my body rushed toward my groin as my cock hardened. In a surprise development, however, my mind said “no.” Get rid of this skank. Clean yourself up and get over to the quarry.
That’s when reality hit me. I never made it to the Village Inn! I had totally blown off Astrid! As a result, I probably ruined any chance I had with her. Relax, it wasn’t a firm date. I never said I would definitely be there. I tried to rationalize the situation, but the facts were inescapable. I never told her I would not stop by. She was expecting me. If she had any feelings for me, then I let her down. Fuck!
The naked girl backed her ass against my crotch and wiggled. Any other time I would have accepted the invitation and fucked her without a second thought. What I did next was totally out of character.
“Listen,” I said in a low, even tone. “I don’t know who you are or why you’re here. It doesn’t matter. I am going to go downstairs, take a shower and brush my teeth. I’m going to put on a pot of coffee, walk across the street and pick up a newspaper, and then come back up here. That should take about thirty minutes. Do whatever you need to do or call whomever you need to call, but by the time I get back, you need to be out of here.”
Her face froze in a shocked expression. A tear formed in the corner of her eye and rolled down her cheek.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know you. I’m sure that you’re a very nice girl.”
“Ok. Nancy, you’re hot and sexy, and I’d love to fuck your brains out. I really would. But today’s not a good day. It’s not you. It’s not even me–it’s just a matter of timing. No offense, but you need to go.”
I climbed off the bed, picked one of the towels off the floor, and without looking back I descended the stairs. Thirty minutes later I returned to my room as promised. Nancy was gone. There was a note with her phone number on the pillow. I threw it away.
By two o’clock I was once again walking through the woods to the quarry. There was no sun in the sky–it was gray in all directions, but it did not look like the rain would arrive for several hours. I rounded the corner at the northern edge of the swimming hole only to find the place deserted. I stayed for an hour, but only seven other people stopped by while I was there. Counting myself, there were eight guys and no girls. What a fucking waste of time.
It rained the next three days, so I didn’t even bother driving out there. I worked the next two afternoons. I drove over in the morning on both days, but I had to leave before any sort of crowd developed. It appears that these nudists are mostly hippies and slackers. They don’t come out until the sun is high in the sky. I was counting the minutes until I once again had a free, sunny afternoon.
A week after Astrid and I parted, the skies were once again clear and I had two full days of freedom from work. I packed my cooler and towel and drove to the clearing on the edge of the woods. I was disappointed when I did not see Astrid’s car parked along the side of the road, but it was still early and she had several hours to get there. I took my time hiking through the woods, and then picked up my pace when I rounded the corner that opened onto the quarry. A nice sized crowd was scattered along the rocks.
I headed toward my favorite rock, but stopped suddenly when I saw a familiar golden butt laying two rocks over. Astrid was laying face down on the rock. My heart stopped when I saw that she was not alone.
As I got closer I saw that a plump blonde woman was laying on Astrid’s left. A blonde man was kneeling on a towel between the two women, rubbing sunscreen onto both of their backs. Fuck! This is going to be some shit.
I walked across the rocks toward them. I saw that there was just enough room to squeeze one more towel between Astrid and the far edge of the rock. Otherwise, I would have to seat myself twenty feet away on the next open rock. I shuffled my feet and shook my cooler as I approached in an attempt to make my presence known.
“Hey, Ramon, glad you could make it today. I’ve missed you.”
Her eyes sparkled as she looked up at me. That’s a good sign.
“Hi Astrid,” I responded. “It’s been a while. Where have you been?”
“Work. Stuff. More work. Pretty much just work. How come you haven’t stopped by to see me? A girl gets kind of lonely working late, you know?”
Careful. Everything depends on how I answer this question.
“I had some family visiting from out of town,” I lied. “They took up most of my free time.”
“I see. Ashamed to have your family meet me?”
“No, it’s not like that. They’re just, you know, not…”
“Relax, I’m just kidding. Oh shit, I haven’t introduced you to my friends. Ramon, this is Jenny and Johnny. Jenny and Johnny, this is my friend, Ramon, that I was telling you about.”
Although he was still kneeling between the girls, Johnny appeared to be around five feet, eight inches tall, with shaggy blonde hair and a thick mustache. He was a little on the stocky side, but I couldn’t tell if that was due to muscularity or body fat.
Jenny, on the other hand, was definitely chubby. I guessed her height around five foot, three inches. She had big breasts–probably D or DD cup–with pale pink aureoles and nipples that were nearly flat. Her tummy bulged, and she had thick thighs beneath her wide ass. Except for her heavy, hanging breasts, nothing on her sagged. Her weight gain was probably rather recent. Jenny also had shaggy blonde hair, although most of hers was several shades lighter than Johnny’s. She had at least five or six different colors of blonde going on up there.
“Is this the guy?” Johnny asked.
“It sure is,” Astrid answered.
Johnny lifted a greasy hand from Astrid’s back and offered it to me. First time I’ve ever shaken hands with a naked man. Could this day get any worse?. His grip was firm, but he held my hand a few seconds longer than I found comfortable. What really bothered me about him, though, was the grin on his face as he locked eyes with me. He knows something I don’t, and he finds that amusing.
“Pleased to meet you,” Johnny sneered.
“Uh, nice to meet you, too.”
Jenny rolled over and sat up. The first thing I noticed was her breasts. Slick with sun screen (did Johnny apply that also?) her pale skin was almost luminous in the bright sunlight. I couldn’t tear my eyes from those pendulous orbs. Then she stood up and stepped forward. In that brief moment before she embraced me, I caught a glimpse of her pussy. I wasn’t sure, but it looked hairless. That was my first look at a genuine shaved pussy. The focus of my attention shifted instantly.
“I’m happy to meet you, Ramon. Astrid has told me so much about you.”
Jenny wrapped her arms around me, stood on her toes, and gave me a quick kiss on the mouth. I forgot about the possibility of her shaved pussy as she pressed her fat tits into my torso. My cock responded to the touch of her thick, oily body, by stiffening while we kissed.
“Wow. The pleasure is all mine, Jenny.”
“I hope not,” she smiled. “I’d like to have a little pleasure, too.”
I pulled my t-shirt over my head. Jenny reached for my shorts and tugged them to the ground. My erect cock sprang out and nearly hit her in the face.
“See what I mean?” Astrid asked.
“You weren’t lying,” Jenny responded. “He does respond to the slightest touch.”
“What do you expect? I’m a healthy, horny young male,” I said as I dropped my shirt on the ground. “Besides, most girls I know would complain if I didn’t show a response.”
“Oh, we aren’t complaining, are we Jen?”
“No complaints here.”
This is getting interesting.
Jenny scooted her towel to the edge of the rock, making room for me between her and Johnny. It wasn’t where I wanted to be, but at least I was in the game. If I had been banished to a different rock, my chances of getting close to Astrid would have sunk to zero.
I laid down on my towel and analyzed the situation. The labels Astrid used to identify the three of us were troubling. She referred to all three of us as “friends.” That implied that her relationships with Jenny, Johnny, and I were equal. Who the fuck is Johnny, and who is he to Astrid? And what about Jenny? How does she fit into this picture? Any other time, Jenny would have been the girl I pursued. I have always preferred curvy girls with big breasts and a meaty ass. Jenny was much closer to my “type,” whereas Astrid was the girl who was great to look at but a little too thin for my taste. Yet here I was going against my tendencies–I wanted Astrid. My heart was bursting as I tried to sort my way through that maze of unknown relationships.
The next two hours were a slow torture. My six-pack of beer was gone in minutes. Johnny had a bag of pre-rolled fatties, and I had to admit to myself that his stuff was pretty good. We all jumped into the water at various times to cool off. Everyone had a nice buzz. Except for me, everyone seemed very relaxed. My anxiety and Johnny’s ever-present grin were driving me crazy.
I wanted a moment with Astrid, but Jenny and Johnny never left us alone. One or the other was always present–talking, giggling, or passing another joint. When Astrid jumped in the water, Johnny followed. When Astrid asked for a re-application of her sun screen, both Jenny and Johnny responded. In order to avoid being completely shut out, I took advantage of an opportunity to rub lotion onto Astrid’s calves. Both girls rubbed lotion onto Johnny, and when it was my turn I also received the four-hand lotion treatment. I feared that would be the highlight of the day.
The crowd grew in the afternoon heat, and then dissipated as the sun started to descend toward the horizon. I wanted to leave also–but only if Astrid were accompanying me. Johnny caught me watching Astrid, and then broke out his widest grin yet.
“The crowd is finally thinning out,” he said. “It’s about time we headed over to the mud pit.”
“What’s the mud pit?” I asked.
“It’s a spot over in the hills,” Jenny pointed across the water, “where the spring flows through a clay deposit. It makes a very fine mud that is great for rolling around and playing. The cool mud feels so good on your skin.”
“Haven’t you ever seen anyone walking around here covered in mud?” Johnny asked.
“Ummm,” I thought out loud. “No, I haven’t.”
“Come here much?” Johnny asked with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
“Almost every day,” I responded.
“Maybe you should stop staring at Astrid’s ass and look around a little more,” Johnny smirked. “You might see something interesting.”
“Why shouldn’t he look at Astrid’s ass?” Jenny interjected. “Everyone else does. Especially you.”
“She does have a nice ass,” I turned toward Astrid.
“Enough about my ass. Are we going or not?”
“Where is this mud pit?”
“You have to swim across the water and then walk barefoot through a pretty rocky area to get there,” Astrid answered. “Most people can’t take the walk. I haven’t seen too many people going up there this year.”
“I’ve been waiting for this all day,” Johnny said, standing up. “Let’s go.”
Astrid and Jenny also stood.
“Are we just going to leave our stuff here?” I asked.
“The stuff will be safe,” Johnny said. “Let’s go before the mosquitoes get bad.”
Johnny jumped in the water and started swimming. The girls followed a second later. I shrugged and then dove in behind them.
Johnny reached the opposite bank first. I was right behind him, and the girls followed a few seconds later. Once everyone was out of the water, Jenny led the way up the path. The four us formed a nude caravan walking between the rocky hills.
“Fuck, you guys were right about the rocks,” I said. “There’s no way to avoid them.”
“In a way, that’s kind of a good thing,” Johnny responded. “Natural protection–that’s what gives this place a little more privacy.”
“Is that because no one else is crazy enough to torture themselves like this?” I asked.
“All I’m saying is some people have fucked up priorities. Just wait until we get there, then make up your own mind.”
It only took about five minutes of tiptoeing around the jagged rocks to reach the mud pit. The rocks lining the path weren’t the only obstacle. The ground beneath the rocks burned the soles of our feet with every step. The cool mud was like an oasis in the middle of a desert.
The mud pit was actually a depression in a plateau overlooking the swimming hole. One of the springs feeding the pool passed through a deposit of dark, super-fine clay. The pit was about thirty feet wide, and the mud in the center was nearly a foot deep. The moist mud squishing between my toes felt amazing.
Johnny took three long strides and then dove into the mud, face first. He slid on his belly to the center of the pit, then looked back at the rest of our group.
“What are you waiting for?”
Astrid was next. She stepped to the center of the pit, turned, and fell flat on her back next to Johnny. Mud splashed in all directions. Johnny grabbed two large handfuls of the wet clay and rubbed it on Astrid’s perfect breasts. My heart sank.
“Don’t get started without me!” Jenny called as she waded into the mud.
Jenny sloshed to the center of the pit, then extended her legs and dropped straight to the ground. Her plump ass landed with a splat next to Astrid’s head, splashing mud all over Astrid’s face. Jenny leaned over and used her heavy breasts to wipe the mud from Astrid’s forehead. My cock started to rise once again. I had no idea what was going to happen next, but I knew that standing on the edge was not where I needed to be.
I sprinted toward the center of the pit. Just before reaching the three mud-covered bodies strewn about the mudhole, I dropped into a baseball-style hook slide. I had underestimated my momentum, which carried me to the center much faster than I expected. I crashed into Jenny feet first, striking her with so much force that I knocked her onto Astrid.
“Hey, get off me you cow!” Astrid giggled. “Somebody get this filthy cow off me!”
“Oh, shut up, whore,” Jenny responded. “You weren’t complaining when I was on top of you last night.”
Astrid tried to throw Jenny off, but Jenny’s grip was too tight. She swung her leg around, placing more of her weight on Astrid’s belly. Leaning forward, Jenny thrust her heavy breasts in Astrid’s face.
“Get those udders out of my face! Somebody call Hampton’s Dairy Farm and tell them one of their cows is attacking me!”
The girls continued to roll around in the mud. Johnny was quick to take advantage of the situation. He looked in my direction with his ever-present grin as he felt up the two squirming girls. It didn’t seem to matter who or where he was touching. His hands roamed across both girls’ backs, butts, bellies, boobs–he touched everything he could reach.
“Are you just going to sit there and enjoy the show?” Johnny asked, the mocking grin now etched on his face, “or do you want some of this, too?”
“Looks like you got your hands full,” I answered. “Let me help you out.”
The girls squirmed into different positions every few seconds, but for the most part Jenny remained on top of Astrid. As a result, when I extended my hand into the writhing mass at the center of the pit, I got a handful of Jenny’s meaty ass. I extended a second hand and felt Astrid’s firm thigh. The sensation of gliding my hands over two women’s slick bodies was like nothing I had ever experienced in my life. The mud formed a perfect lubricant as one hand glided over Jenny’s ass, back and thighs, while the other caressed Astrid’s thighs and calves. The girls continued to writhe against each other in the mud while Johnny and I felt all over them. Johnny continued to flash that annoying grin in my direction, but it bothered me less and less as I caressed the girls. Everyone was giggling–even me.
After several minutes the girls gradually separated from each other. Astrid rolled toward Johnny, and Jenny wiggled toward me. I felt a slick hand on my thigh, but I didn’t pay much attention. I looked up and saw Johnny positioned on his hands and knees, while Astrid was sitting on top of him. She wrapped her arms around his belly, and her ass bounced up and down, as if she were trying to hump him. My heart felt as though an icicle was piercing it. I have change places with Johnny before this goes any further.
Astrid slid one of her hands down Johnny’s stomach toward his groin. She grabbed a handful of hard, muddy cock and started stroking him. Johnny shifted his weight from his hands to his elbows, causing his hair to dangle in the mud. Astrid slid off his back and knelt beside him. She continued stroking him with her right hand, while her left hand slid between his butt cheeks. She penetrated his ass with a muddy finger, causing Johnny to gasp.
My attention was diverted by a slippery hand grasping my cock. I looked down to see Jenny smiling at me.
“So, I guess you like to watch?” she asked.
“I have to say, this is something you don’t see every day–at least I don’t.”
“Would you rather watch them, or play with me?”
Jenny’s other hand reached for my balls. She stroked one hand up and down my hard, slick shaft, while tugging my balls with the other. My feelings were more conflicted than ever before.
I looked over to see Astrid lying on her back. Johnny was sliding both hands all over her, giving her a full body massage in the mud. Why shouldn’t he? The mud is a perfect medium. It’s wet, slick, and frictionless.
I rolled onto my back. Jenny climbed on top of me, never letting go of my cock. She sat on my chest, leaning forward and stroking my shaft with both hands. I caressed her lower back and her ass cheeks. She didn’t flinch when I pushed my finger into her ass. That’s promising.
Releasing her grip on my cock, Jenny turned around and hung her boobs in my face. If they had not been so muddy I would have suckled them. Instead, I reached up and caressed her enormous globes. They were full, heavy, and slick with mud. I slid my hands all over them, marveling at their size and weight. Her nipples–which up until that point had been non-existent–were now jutting out and demanding attention. I pinched and squeezed, twisting them between my fingers.
Jenny climbed off me, taking a position on her hands and knees. She bent over and kissed me. Her muddy blonde hair was hanging in my face, but her lips were clean. I returned the kiss, pushing my tongue past her teeth as I explored her mouth. She lifted her face from mine and wiggled her ass. There was no mistaking that signal. I crawled behind her as she lowered her face to the mud. Only her ass was sticking up in the air. I laid down on top of her, slipping my erect cock into the deep crack separating her well-rounded cheeks.
I turned to see Johnny lying on his back, with Astrid sitting on his groin, impaled on his cock. Her back was arched, her perfect tits were pointing straight up in the sky, and her face was looking at the clouds. My feelings hovered between intense, voyeuristic excitement, profound jealousy, and lust for the chubby blonde laying beneath me.
“Aren’t they beautiful?” Jenny asked, looking toward Johnny and Astrid. “With their mud-covered bodies, they look like a work of art–like an erotic bronze statue.”
“Yeah, you’re right. That’s pretty hot. First time I’ve ever watched two people fuck.”
I tried very hard to keep my emotions in check. Jenny was a hot, sexy woman. Under any other circumstances, she would have been the target of my interest. But I was in love with Astrid, and she was fucking Johnny less than ten feet away. The pain and pleasure I felt at that moment were becoming too intense for me to endure.
“You’ve never seen two people fuck before?” Jenny wiggled her ass checks against my cock. “And I thought you were a practiced voyeur.”
“Well, one time my roommate fucked his girlfriend in our room while I was in bed. I pretended to be asleep. And I fucked my girlfriend once while he was probably pretending to be asleep. We never talked about either incident. But both times the lights were out and everyone was underneath blankets, so there really wasn’t much to see. I’ve never had a view like this before.”
“You have a girlfriend?”
“Not any more. We split up a long time ago.”
“Has there been anyone since her?”
“Not really. Just a few one-night stands. Then I met Astrid.”
“Isn’t she hot? My brother has wanted to fuck her ever since he moved in with us. That was almost two years ago. Sometimes Astrid and I get naked and make out on the sofa just to tease him. It drives him crazy. He ends up taking off his clothes and jacking off while we put on a show.”
Brother? What brother? Does she mean…? What the fuck?! What kind of freaky shit is going on here?!
“Is Johnny your brother?”
“Half brother. We have the same mother. You didn’t know?”
“No one mentioned that to me.”
“Most people can see the resemblance. We both took after our mom. She’s such a whore.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Our mom got pregnant by two different men–while she was married to someone else. He didn’t find out until he went in for a vasectomy and found out he was already sterile. I’d call that a whore.”
“I wouldn’t … yeah, I guess that is kind of bad. I suppose you and Johnny do resemble one another. How did Astrid get involved with the two of you?”
“I have known her since high school. We got an apartment together right after graduation. Johnny moved in with us when mom’s fourth husband kicked him out of his house.”
“I see. Are Astrid and Johnny…?”
“Don’t be silly. She’s more like family.”
That didn’t clear up anything for me. Johnny and Jenny were family, and yet they had their hands all over each other, touching each other in ways that siblings just don’t touch one another. I probably should have been more freaked out by their display of familial affection, but my mishandling of the Astrid situation distracted me. In any event, I could see that it was going to take more than one afternoon to unravel this knot.
“Then why is she…?”
“Why is she fucking Johnny? She lost a bet.”
“What was the bet?”
“Does it matter?” Jenny wiggled her ass again. “Are you planning to fuck me, or do you just want to watch them while you interrogate me?”
I glanced one more time at Astrid and Johnny. Astrid looked like a jockey riding down the backstretch. Her ass was bouncing up and down on Johnny’s groin. Her tits were shaking back and forth. Her nipples were rigid as she rode faster and faster. It wouldn’t be long until she reached the finish line.
My cock was as hard as it was going to get. I had a sexy little plumper with huge tits wiggling her fat ass against my cock. Sometime life deals you aces, and sometimes it deals you a straight. Either hand can be a winner, if you know how to play it. But if you don’t play your hand, you don’t have any chance to win. I decided to play.
I shifted my hips, sliding my cock down the crack of Jenny’s ass until the head was pressing against the opening of her pussy. I pushed forward, driving the shaft deep inside her. Johnny may be fucking my next girlfriend, but he’s going to have to watch me fuck his sister.
“Mmm,” she moaned, “I knew you wouldn’t let me down.”
“I would never disappoint a filthy slut like you.”
“Hey, watch who you’re calling a filthy slut. This mud washes off, you know.”
“And what does that leave?”
“Shut up and fuck me.”
With every thrust into Jenny’s tight little pussy, mud squished out of the crevices between our bodies. Our fucking produced an obscene liquid noise that got louder with every second. I glanced over at Astrid and Johnny to see if they noticed, but they were lost in their own world of lust.
“Unnngh!” Astrid groaned.
I tried to block the sound of Astrid’s grunts out of my mind, but they became more and more insistent. Jenny, on the other hand, wasn’t much of a moaner–she was more of a talker.
“Fuck me, baby,” Jenny gasped. “Fuck me hard. Fuck me as hard as you want. Pull my hair. Slap my ass. Just don’t stop fucking me.”
I varied my pace, fucking hard and then slow, then hard again. Jenny pushed her plump ass upward to meet my thrusts, then squeezed her Kegel muscles around my cock. I felt pressure building in my balls, so I slowed my thrusting and reached for her tits.
“Don’t cum inside me,” she whispered. “I’m not on the pill anymore.”
That was going to be a problem. I didn’t have a condom, and I wasn’t sure that my self-control would be up to the task. My timing is usually precise enough that–when necessary–I can wait until the last possible second before pulling out and shooting my load on a girl’s belly or ass. But this time my senses were being overstimulated by the slippery mud, the sight of Astrid and Johnny fucking right next to us, and Jenny’s fabulous, voluptuous body. I was concerned that I would lose control and fail to pull out in time.
Astrid’s moans continued to grow louder. I glanced in her direction again; her mud-stained body was bouncing up and down on Johnny’s cock. He was pinching both of her nipples and grunting in time with her motions. Their climax was imminent. What a sight! The four of us rutting in the mud like beasts. Is this how hippies make love? Is this what Woodstock was like?
Fueled by a curious mixture of conflicting emotions, I drove my cock harder into Jenny’s fat little pussy. The chubby blonde slut responded by tilting her hips, thereby allowing my shaft deeper access into her tunnel. Damn! My first time with a shaved pussy and I didn’t even get to taste it. Maybe next time. Whoa–am I really thinking about a next time with her?
“That’s it, baby, that’s it,” Jenny gasped. “Your cock is hitting the spot.”
Astrid and Johnny’s grunts and moans continued getting louder, but my awareness of them was fading. The intersection of Jenny’s cunt and my cock had become the focus of my universe. It no longer mattered to me that the object of my affections was fucking someone else less than ten feet from me. My only thought was making Jenny cum.
“Don’t stop,” she panted. “I’m almost there.”
I squeezed her tits and thrust deeper.
“More,” she cried.
“Your pussy feels so good.”
“More, please. I love your cock.”
“Mmmm. So good, baby, so good.”
“Don’t stop fucking me. Please.”
“I’m gonna cum.”
“Don’t cum inside me.”
“I’m gonna pull out.”
“Not yet. Don’t stop.”
“I have to.”
“Put it in my ass.”
“Put it in my ass. You can cum in my ass.”
I had fucked two other girls in the ass, but neither one asked for it. In both cases, former girlfriends had given in to my persistent requests for rear access. One girl seemed to enjoy it, although we never did it again. The other girl was traumatized–we broke up a few days later. Jenny’s unexpected request was music to my ears.
I pulled my cock out of her pussy and placed the tip against her asshole.
“Fuck me. Put it inside me.”
I pushed forward, but my cock slid up the crack of her ass. I lined it up and pushed a second time, but it slid back into her pussy.
“Here,” she said, grabbing my cock. “Like this.”
Holding my cock with one hand, Jenny placed the tip against her asshole and pushed her butt against my crotch. The head slid in with little resistance. This mud is an incredible lubricant. Somebody should market this stuff. I lowered my weight onto her back. She wiggled her hips beneath me as my cock slid deeper into her ass.
“Fuck me baby, fuck my ass.”
I drove my shaft as deep as it would go. My balls were bouncing off her crotch as my cock slid in and out of her chute. No longer burdened by the need to pull out at the point when it would be most difficult, I thrust into her ass without caution.
“Mmmmm! Mmmmm! Mmmmm! Mmmmm!” she moaned. “Take it baby, take it.”
I pumped her harder and harder.
“Yes! That’s it! Take it! Take it!”
“Mmmmmmmmm! Cum inside me!”
“Give it to me! Cum inside me!”
I exploded inside Jenny’s ass. The first load shot up my shaft and spurted deep inside her bowels. That blast was followed by five or six more spurts. I kept pumping, enjoying the sensations of her clenching ass around my sensitized cock. After a minute of slower and shallower strokes, I collapsed on top of her.
Applause erupted from the other side of the mud pit. I looked over to see Johnny and Astrid clapping their muddy hands before they resumed caressing one another.
“Are you two animals finished?” Astrid chided.
“I’m just getting started,” I replied.
“I hope you saved some for me,” Astrid looked at me with fluttering eyelids.
“Who said I’m sharing, slut?” Jenny chimed. “You already had your chance. This cock is mine, now. And besides, I don’t think my brother is finished with you yet. He’s been waiting a long time to tear your ass up.”
“Let’s go get cleaned up,” Johnny interrupted. “We can get something to eat on the way home. I think it’s going to be a long night.”
“Long, hard and wet,” Jenny responded. “Just the way I like it.”