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Hi, from Riya, again.
I think it is time we had another of my catch-up stories based on notes from my diary.
We were camping at the Kia Iwi Lakes, a long way north of Auckland in New Zealand. The trip there had been fun as I got to drive Simon’s camper van for part of the way. That was good fun. I noticed that Amita drove Steve’s big van and heard that it was more than driving for her.
I think it is time we had another of my catch-up stories based on notes from my diary.
We were camping at the Kia Iwi Lakes, a long way north of Auckland in New Zealand. The trip there had been fun as I got to drive Simon’s camper van for part of the way. That was good fun. I noticed that Amita drove Steve’s big van and heard that it was more than driving for her.
Arriving at the Camp.
As I told you in my last story, the track into the campground was in poor condition. There were three places where the sand was so deep that it was difficult to drive through. Commander Mike allowed me to try taking Simon’s van through. Simon seemed OK with it, saying the worst that can happen is I’ll get stuck and have to get pulled out, but I had no intention of getting stuck. In Australia, I had driven in soft sand, so I was determined to get through this time too.
Yes, as you will remember, I got through the last and worst sand trap and successfully drove into the campground. Amita, who was driving Steve’s camper van, managed to get into the camp too.
Yes, as you will remember, I got through the last and worst sand trap and successfully drove into the campground. Amita, who was driving Steve’s camper van, managed to get into the camp too.
It was Peter in the Sick Van who got stuck, and he arrived, walking into the camp. He was angry with some of the words I can’t repeat here. To be honest, I don’t even know what some of those words mean. When my Dad is angry, he usually keeps it from us kids. The men quickly calmed him down, saying there were us women present. But I don’t think Amita and I were that offended. We knew how much trouble that van was causing the men, and we felt sorry for them. They wanted our holiday to go well, and having van troubles wasn't helping.
I helped set up the camp, being what Mike called his runner. It was like a messenger and kept me busy most of the time. I have begun to see Mike in a new light. He always seemed to be laid back and let his wife lead, but here he was, the boss, getting the camp set up just how he wanted it. That is why we called him “Commander Mike.”
“Don’t you mean Command her?” he joked. Holding his cock out towards me he added in a deep gruff voice, “Get down on your knees, girl!”
I laughed so much that I almost fell on my knees before Sharvesh arrived, and we stopped.
“Riya, you’re supposed to be working, not tempting Mike,” he said.
“But he said, ‘Get down on your knees, girl.’” I replied.
“Then why aren’t you?” Sarvesh said.
I looked at them and they were smiling, about to laugh, I think.
“Men! You are all the same. Just like teasing the poor girls.”
I turned, walking away, taking an extra tent peg-hammer over to Joseph and Mootie. As I left, I heard them laughing. Let them have their jokes. I didn’t really mind. Both of them were good men, and I liked them. I can tolerate their many jokes.
I helped set up the camp, being what Mike called his runner. It was like a messenger and kept me busy most of the time. I have begun to see Mike in a new light. He always seemed to be laid back and let his wife lead, but here he was, the boss, getting the camp set up just how he wanted it. That is why we called him “Commander Mike.”
“Don’t you mean Command her?” he joked. Holding his cock out towards me he added in a deep gruff voice, “Get down on your knees, girl!”
I laughed so much that I almost fell on my knees before Sharvesh arrived, and we stopped.
“Riya, you’re supposed to be working, not tempting Mike,” he said.
“But he said, ‘Get down on your knees, girl.’” I replied.
“Then why aren’t you?” Sarvesh said.
I looked at them and they were smiling, about to laugh, I think.
“Men! You are all the same. Just like teasing the poor girls.”
I turned, walking away, taking an extra tent peg-hammer over to Joseph and Mootie. As I left, I heard them laughing. Let them have their jokes. I didn’t really mind. Both of them were good men, and I liked them. I can tolerate their many jokes.
That first night in camp, I was with Simon for the night. He said it was to pay for driving his camper van, but I knew better. I would have been with him even if I hadn’t driven the big van. I like Simon and was willing to take sex with him even though he has two daughters about the same age as me.
Since I had been giving cheek to him after dinner, he put me over his knee and pulled my bikini bottom aside to beat my bum. It hurt a bit, but not too much. The way his finger rubbed over my bare bum cheeks, down along the bum split, even as low as my pussy was sexy. I think it showed up my desire for him when he discovered how wet I was becoming for him.
We ended up in his tent, and then Peter came in with Mum. I think Simon was expecting them, but I wasn’t. Anyway, Mum didn’t seem too worried to see me. Maybe she already knew I would be there.
The sex that night was good, Mum and I swapped between them a few times. But I won’t go into details here as this was covered in my last update story.
So now I know you will be saying; Why does this silly girl keep repeating herself and not get on to her next story. This is what I will do now!
Since I had been giving cheek to him after dinner, he put me over his knee and pulled my bikini bottom aside to beat my bum. It hurt a bit, but not too much. The way his finger rubbed over my bare bum cheeks, down along the bum split, even as low as my pussy was sexy. I think it showed up my desire for him when he discovered how wet I was becoming for him.
We ended up in his tent, and then Peter came in with Mum. I think Simon was expecting them, but I wasn’t. Anyway, Mum didn’t seem too worried to see me. Maybe she already knew I would be there.
The sex that night was good, Mum and I swapped between them a few times. But I won’t go into details here as this was covered in my last update story.
So now I know you will be saying; Why does this silly girl keep repeating herself and not get on to her next story. This is what I will do now!
Wednesday – The Second Day.
The next morning, I was up early as both Simon and Peter were going on a run. If I had known, I would have gone too. But I had left with Mum for an early shower as those bad men had made us messy by leaving cum all over our bodies and leaking from our pussies.
It was a bit strange having been in the same tent with Mum, having sex with a man while she was with the man next to me. Then we were swapping to do it again. Now here we were in the shower, talking as we washed ourselves. We were talking about the two men we had been with, and Mum was comparing how their sex styles had been different, with Simon being gentle and Peter being a bit rougher. That was a bit weird talking about my sexual activities with my mother.
It was then that Rachael and Deanna came in. “What are you two talking about?” Deanna asked.
“Your husband,” Mum replied.
“Were you with Dad last night?” Rachael asked.
“Yes, we both were, with him and Peter,” Mum replied.
“What a cradle snatcher. They both have daughters our age,” Rachael laughed.
“I don’t think you can talk, Rachael,” her mother said. “You were with Fred last night. He is older than either Simon or Peter. His kids are already grown and married.”
“He was a cradle snatcher, too,” Rachael laughed.
“I think all the men are enjoying you, younger ones,” Deanna said. “Young, energetic and exciting.”
I smiled at that. I think we all knew she was right. Since I had become sexually active in Australia, I had more than my share of these older men. Many of them, my Dad’s and Mum’s age or even older. They might not have the staying power of younger men, but they sure knew how to make me happy. And isn’t that the main purpose of all this sex? Orgasms for everyone!
It was a bit strange having been in the same tent with Mum, having sex with a man while she was with the man next to me. Then we were swapping to do it again. Now here we were in the shower, talking as we washed ourselves. We were talking about the two men we had been with, and Mum was comparing how their sex styles had been different, with Simon being gentle and Peter being a bit rougher. That was a bit weird talking about my sexual activities with my mother.
It was then that Rachael and Deanna came in. “What are you two talking about?” Deanna asked.
“Your husband,” Mum replied.
“Were you with Dad last night?” Rachael asked.
“Yes, we both were, with him and Peter,” Mum replied.
“What a cradle snatcher. They both have daughters our age,” Rachael laughed.
“I don’t think you can talk, Rachael,” her mother said. “You were with Fred last night. He is older than either Simon or Peter. His kids are already grown and married.”
“He was a cradle snatcher, too,” Rachael laughed.
“I think all the men are enjoying you, younger ones,” Deanna said. “Young, energetic and exciting.”
I smiled at that. I think we all knew she was right. Since I had become sexually active in Australia, I had more than my share of these older men. Many of them, my Dad’s and Mum’s age or even older. They might not have the staying power of younger men, but they sure knew how to make me happy. And isn’t that the main purpose of all this sex? Orgasms for everyone!
Fixing the Van.
During the morning, the men decided to fix the sick van. I like cars and I like hanging around with the men and so I joined in to help them. I noticed Amita and Rachael were there too. Some of the men were wearing shorts and even a shirt in some cases, but for me, I hadn’t bothered to wear anything. I was still naked.
They had decided the overheating problem could be fixed with another radiator flush and replacing both the top and bottom radiator hoses, which Peter had managed to buy replacements for in Dargaville. I suppose that wasn’t such a big job for them; it was for me. I’d never worked on fixing a vehicle before, and I was excited to be involved in fixing this one.
There were a lot of the men around, but only us three women. Sure, a few other women were watching, but they didn’t get involved. It seemed like the men were happy to allow us girls to do all the work. I was happy with that too.
I watched as Peter showed Rachael how to open the radiator cap, and we found, once again, there was no water. Peter got Rachael to undo the clips that held the top hose on, but not take it off yet. A tiny bit of water leaked out.
Once they got the van up on the blocks, my first job was to empty the remaining water from the radiator. This was done by opening a plug right at the bottom. I went under with Ian, and we were lying, looking up at this rusty plug thing.
“This looks a bit sad, but we have to get it open,” he explained. “Do you want to try opening it? It looks a bit rusty and might be stuck.”
“I’d like to try,” I replied.
“Be careful, lots of dirty water will come out. We won’t collect it, just let it soak into the sand.”
It seems he expected I could open it. He gave me this socket with a long handle. I tried and couldn’t move it.
“Hey Mike,” Ian called out. “Have you got some CRC?”
Mike handed him a spray can, which he gave to me. "Spray this over the plug and then tap it a few times with the edge of the spanner."
I did as he said, but still the plug was too tight to move. I was worried we would never get it open.
“You need more leverage,” he said.
He showed me how to hold the socket hand near its end, which he said would help me. While I gripped the lever with both hands, Ian held the socket against the plug. At first, it didn’t more.
“Come on, Riya. Try harder. What, are you a girl or something?” he said.
“Of course, I am a girl! I thought you would have noticed that.”
“I think everyone out there would have noticed, too, the way your legs are wide open,” he replied.
“What?”
What I didn’t think was that as I strained to open the plug, my legs had opened to get a better grip. Yes, you have guessed it. I was naked, the top of my body was under the van, and the lower half was outside. My legs were apart and I was giving everyone watching a pussy show. But I couldn’t worry about that. I had this job to do. Using all my strength, I pulled, and the plug moved slightly.
“Try again, Riya. You’ve almost got it,” Ian encouraged me.
I pulled again, and the plug moved. I began to slowly undo it, taking care to avoid being under it when the dirty water came out.
They had decided the overheating problem could be fixed with another radiator flush and replacing both the top and bottom radiator hoses, which Peter had managed to buy replacements for in Dargaville. I suppose that wasn’t such a big job for them; it was for me. I’d never worked on fixing a vehicle before, and I was excited to be involved in fixing this one.
There were a lot of the men around, but only us three women. Sure, a few other women were watching, but they didn’t get involved. It seemed like the men were happy to allow us girls to do all the work. I was happy with that too.
I watched as Peter showed Rachael how to open the radiator cap, and we found, once again, there was no water. Peter got Rachael to undo the clips that held the top hose on, but not take it off yet. A tiny bit of water leaked out.
Once they got the van up on the blocks, my first job was to empty the remaining water from the radiator. This was done by opening a plug right at the bottom. I went under with Ian, and we were lying, looking up at this rusty plug thing.
“This looks a bit sad, but we have to get it open,” he explained. “Do you want to try opening it? It looks a bit rusty and might be stuck.”
“I’d like to try,” I replied.
“Be careful, lots of dirty water will come out. We won’t collect it, just let it soak into the sand.”
It seems he expected I could open it. He gave me this socket with a long handle. I tried and couldn’t move it.
“Hey Mike,” Ian called out. “Have you got some CRC?”
Mike handed him a spray can, which he gave to me. "Spray this over the plug and then tap it a few times with the edge of the spanner."
I did as he said, but still the plug was too tight to move. I was worried we would never get it open.
“You need more leverage,” he said.
He showed me how to hold the socket hand near its end, which he said would help me. While I gripped the lever with both hands, Ian held the socket against the plug. At first, it didn’t more.
“Come on, Riya. Try harder. What, are you a girl or something?” he said.
“Of course, I am a girl! I thought you would have noticed that.”
“I think everyone out there would have noticed, too, the way your legs are wide open,” he replied.
“What?”
What I didn’t think was that as I strained to open the plug, my legs had opened to get a better grip. Yes, you have guessed it. I was naked, the top of my body was under the van, and the lower half was outside. My legs were apart and I was giving everyone watching a pussy show. But I couldn’t worry about that. I had this job to do. Using all my strength, I pulled, and the plug moved slightly.
“Try again, Riya. You’ve almost got it,” Ian encouraged me.
I pulled again, and the plug moved. I began to slowly undo it, taking care to avoid being under it when the dirty water came out.
Now, Mike brought the water hose over and handed it to Amita. Her job was to put it in the top of the radiator and flush out any dirt. Rachael and I were leaning over on the other side, watching her. She was leaning over doing it, and there were a few comments from the men about her bare bum. Or more correctly, what was showing between the cheeks of her bare bum.
Suddenly, she turned and pointed the hose at two of the men. She got them, and they both got soaked. That will teach them. Rachael and I were laughing.
To our surprise, Amita turned the hose on us, hitting us in the chest. “What are you two laughing for?”
That wasn't fair; we were supposed to be on her side.
Well, you know, we couldn’t allow her to do that without being punished. Both Rachael and I attacked her. It became a bit fight for possession of the hose, and all three of us got wet and then sandy and dirty as the fight was taken to the ground. A few men got wet too, trying to break us up. I think the other women sitting nearby were enjoying the show, that is, until Rachael managed to point the hose at them, too.
So finally, got back to working on the van. Rachael, Amita and I were wet, sandy and dirty while many others had got wet. But on that nice warm morning, who cared about that? We could take another shower or go for a swim in the lake afterwards.
Amita and Rachael took the top radiator hose off, and Ian and I went back under the van again to take the bottom radiator hose off. The replacement ones were handed to us. First, Ian and I fitted the bottom one, and then we put the plug back in with Ian making sure I had it tight enough, giving it that tiny bit more that a man’s muscles could give. We watched as Amita fitted the top hose.
Leaning over the van, naked like that, she was showing everything from behind. Most of the men saw her display, and some made cheeky comments again, but I’m not sure Amita cared too much. Why should we be worried? These were the men we had been taking sex with earlier. She just wanted to finish what she was doing.
Suddenly, she turned and pointed the hose at two of the men. She got them, and they both got soaked. That will teach them. Rachael and I were laughing.
To our surprise, Amita turned the hose on us, hitting us in the chest. “What are you two laughing for?”
That wasn't fair; we were supposed to be on her side.
Well, you know, we couldn’t allow her to do that without being punished. Both Rachael and I attacked her. It became a bit fight for possession of the hose, and all three of us got wet and then sandy and dirty as the fight was taken to the ground. A few men got wet too, trying to break us up. I think the other women sitting nearby were enjoying the show, that is, until Rachael managed to point the hose at them, too.
So finally, got back to working on the van. Rachael, Amita and I were wet, sandy and dirty while many others had got wet. But on that nice warm morning, who cared about that? We could take another shower or go for a swim in the lake afterwards.
Amita and Rachael took the top radiator hose off, and Ian and I went back under the van again to take the bottom radiator hose off. The replacement ones were handed to us. First, Ian and I fitted the bottom one, and then we put the plug back in with Ian making sure I had it tight enough, giving it that tiny bit more that a man’s muscles could give. We watched as Amita fitted the top hose.
Leaning over the van, naked like that, she was showing everything from behind. Most of the men saw her display, and some made cheeky comments again, but I’m not sure Amita cared too much. Why should we be worried? These were the men we had been taking sex with earlier. She just wanted to finish what she was doing.
They backed the van off the blocks to do the last part of filling up the radiator, again. Amita put the hose in, and we were leaning over watching as she filled it. Suddenly, it was full, and the water squirted all over the front of us again.
“The final thing is getting the air out of the cooling system,” Peter explained.
With the cap off, Peter started the engine. We could see bubbles coming to the surface, but we kept filling more water in until the level stayed just below the cap. The men said it looked good and they were happy.
They put in some stuff called “Gunk”, and Amita got some teasing as she didn’t believe anything would be called a name like that. We put the cap back on, and we went for a test drive, and yes, since we were leaving the camp, I put on my clothes for that.
“The final thing is getting the air out of the cooling system,” Peter explained.
With the cap off, Peter started the engine. We could see bubbles coming to the surface, but we kept filling more water in until the level stayed just below the cap. The men said it looked good and they were happy.
They put in some stuff called “Gunk”, and Amita got some teasing as she didn’t believe anything would be called a name like that. We put the cap back on, and we went for a test drive, and yes, since we were leaving the camp, I put on my clothes for that.
I was happy to help fix the van. I was surprised at Amita's willingness to get in and dirty. She always surprises me. Rachael told me that she liked to help her Dad with little jobs on his vehicles.
Wednesday Afternoon.
The rest of Wednesday was spent around camp. We went out in the boats and walked a track to the pine forest, but mainly we stayed in the camp.
During the heat in the afternoon, we had a school meeting. We had missed a few days, and Sarvesh wanted to catch up on what work the kids were doing. It also involved Deanna, who gave the kids a lesson on New Zealand, with Mike following with a lesson on the area around the camp and how the lakes were formed. I am surprised that the water doesn’t leak away and run under the sand dunes to the nearby ocean.
The New Zealand kids thought it was funny us having school, as in New Zealand, it was the summer holidays, but they joined in too and had fun. The school ended with us telling them there would be a Zoom meeting with the school in India the following day.
Later, some of the men were teaching some ladies water skiing. I had a go and got up on my feet for a while, but everything went wrong when the boat tried to turn a corner, and I went straight ahead until I came off and fell back into the water. It seems I had to lean my body to take the corner, too. But I had no idea about that.
Amita had a go, and so did Jasmine. Nishi didn't do so well. Then Jenny and Sharon did very well, having done it many times before. Others like Shanti did well too. Even the Kiwi girls my age knew about doing it, too.
A game of football developed on the beach where men, women and children were involved. It became confusing until no one knew who was on each side. But like these types of games, winning or losing didn't really matter other than everyone having fun.
During the heat in the afternoon, we had a school meeting. We had missed a few days, and Sarvesh wanted to catch up on what work the kids were doing. It also involved Deanna, who gave the kids a lesson on New Zealand, with Mike following with a lesson on the area around the camp and how the lakes were formed. I am surprised that the water doesn’t leak away and run under the sand dunes to the nearby ocean.
The New Zealand kids thought it was funny us having school, as in New Zealand, it was the summer holidays, but they joined in too and had fun. The school ended with us telling them there would be a Zoom meeting with the school in India the following day.
Later, some of the men were teaching some ladies water skiing. I had a go and got up on my feet for a while, but everything went wrong when the boat tried to turn a corner, and I went straight ahead until I came off and fell back into the water. It seems I had to lean my body to take the corner, too. But I had no idea about that.
Amita had a go, and so did Jasmine. Nishi didn't do so well. Then Jenny and Sharon did very well, having done it many times before. Others like Shanti did well too. Even the Kiwi girls my age knew about doing it, too.
A game of football developed on the beach where men, women and children were involved. It became confusing until no one knew who was on each side. But like these types of games, winning or losing didn't really matter other than everyone having fun.
Mystery Lover.
That night, after the kids had gone to bed, they had the Mystery Lover night. This was the idea that we wouldn’t know who we would spend the night with until we met them to have sex. The idea of taking a random sex partner.
During the process of selecting which tent I would be in, I was left almost until the last. I found I had the tent I was sharing with Rachael and Jaynitha. It was a smaller tent only made for two people, and you couldn’t stand up in it. But I was fine with it. I got the campfire going and sat there waiting for who my sex partner would be.
During the process of selecting which tent I would be in, I was left almost until the last. I found I had the tent I was sharing with Rachael and Jaynitha. It was a smaller tent only made for two people, and you couldn’t stand up in it. But I was fine with it. I got the campfire going and sat there waiting for who my sex partner would be.
I only had to wait a few minutes, and the tent opened, and Jeremy crawled in.
“Hello, Riya,” he said.
“Hello Jeremy,” I replied. “So, you are the mystery man for tonight?”
“Yes, and you are my mystery woman.”
“I am happy it is you, Jeremy,” I told him.
“I am happy to get with you, too, Riya. I hear you are a very sexy girl. Great in bed too.”
I was surprised that he said that and wondered who had talked about how good I was in the bedroom. I was also happy that what he had been told, I was good. I paused for a moment, looking for a suitable reply to that.
“Looks like you are going to find out for yourself,” I replied, going with what he was saying.
“It does, doesn’t it?”
“Hello, Riya,” he said.
“Hello Jeremy,” I replied. “So, you are the mystery man for tonight?”
“Yes, and you are my mystery woman.”
“I am happy it is you, Jeremy,” I told him.
“I am happy to get with you, too, Riya. I hear you are a very sexy girl. Great in bed too.”
I was surprised that he said that and wondered who had talked about how good I was in the bedroom. I was also happy that what he had been told, I was good. I paused for a moment, looking for a suitable reply to that.
“Looks like you are going to find out for yourself,” I replied, going with what he was saying.
“It does, doesn’t it?”
He crawled up beside me, and I leaned in closer to him. I wasn’t sure how to start this, but I knew one of us had to do something. As I said, I leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips. I wondered if kissing was the right thing to do.
He responded by reaching for me, pulling me against himself and returning my kiss with one of his own.
After that, it was about getting down to the fun part. Since we were both already naked, the undressing wasn’t required, so we started with the foreplay. He was on his back, and I was beside him with my body partly over his. I realised it was for me to do to him first. I could see he was already with the erection but I wanted to do other things before going to the oral sucking.
I started at his neck, making tiny nibbles as I moved higher towards his ear. I nibbled on his earlobe and sucked at the soft flesh. I think he liked me doing that for him. Moving back to his neck, I moved slowly down until I came to his shoulder. I could feel the muscles and strength that a man has as I ran my fingers, followed by my lips.
I moved lower on top of his chest and I found his man-nipple. I licked over it and sucked at the tiny nub before moving to repeat the same with his other nipple. Then I moved lower over his body. I like being close to a man, exploring his naked body like I was. I like to feel the hardness of his body and smelling his man scent. With Jeremy, it was the same. I was enjoying being with him, and that was before any serious sex had begun.
Finally, I came to his cock. What I had been doing had stimulated him, and he was erect now. I made a lick down along the length of his shaft until I came to his balls, taking each bean into my mouth. I could feel his body tremble at the touch and knew he was enjoying it. Soon, I allowed my tongue to move back up along his shaft until I arrived at the head. I licked all over it before opening my mouth, taking the head between my lips. I heard the soft moan he gave at that.
Yes, most men like to feel the warm wettness of a mouth taking their cock. But taking it inside was only part of it. The woman has to suck and stimulate in a way that makes him feel good. Gripping the shaft and pumping in time with the sucks is one way. Another is taking the head deeper inside, almost to your throat, or even lowering the head to slip out and licking it a few times before taking him back in. All or a combination of these work, and I am experienced with them. I used all three of them on Jeremy, and he loved it. His hands came down to hold my head against himself. Always a good sign.
I was at the crossroads of deciding I should take him to orgasm when suddenly, he had had enough. He pushed up at my body, rolling to the side as he did. Before I could know what was happening, his body was on top of mine. It was at that moment that I knew there would be no more foreplay for this girl! Not that I needed any more. Foreplay was not that important for me as I am able to become wet so easily. Just thinking about a cock is often enough.
I felt his cock head press against my pussy lips who were happy to open and allow him in. Naughty Pussy! Always so ready for a cock.
The first time he only went in a short way, then further and further for the next for strokes. Quickly, he settled into a steady rhythm. Long slow strokes using almost the whole length of his cock. I loved the feel of that. The hardness of his cock, slipping between my pussy lips, pulling against my clitty and he moved in and out. So nice for this girl.
Now, he was going faster, the inwards strokes coming down at me harder. Not that it bothered me. I can take it.
The sex was good, we both enjoyed and finished with good orgasms one after the other. I knew there might be a wait now for him to recover, but it surprised me how quickly he wanted more. This second time we took longer, well, he did. I had a couple of cums along the way. We tried a couple of positions and ended with my favourite, cowgirl style.
I love sitting over a man, a leg each side of him with his third 'leg' deep inside my pussy. I like the feel of control I have over the men under me. Often, I can't resist telling them I am the boss of them. Some men laugh it off, and others, it becomes a challenge to them. With Jeremy, he just laughed and said, “Don't let it go to your head.”
The sex that night had been exciting and intense. We both wanted it and were willing to do to each other. We had done it three times before we rested against each other under a light blanket. Soon, I came to realise the man I was lying against had fallen into sleep. I allowed myself a few moments for my mind to drift over the different men I had been with. It was hard to think of any of them who had not been good for me. Often very different from each other, but all good.
He responded by reaching for me, pulling me against himself and returning my kiss with one of his own.
After that, it was about getting down to the fun part. Since we were both already naked, the undressing wasn’t required, so we started with the foreplay. He was on his back, and I was beside him with my body partly over his. I realised it was for me to do to him first. I could see he was already with the erection but I wanted to do other things before going to the oral sucking.
I started at his neck, making tiny nibbles as I moved higher towards his ear. I nibbled on his earlobe and sucked at the soft flesh. I think he liked me doing that for him. Moving back to his neck, I moved slowly down until I came to his shoulder. I could feel the muscles and strength that a man has as I ran my fingers, followed by my lips.
I moved lower on top of his chest and I found his man-nipple. I licked over it and sucked at the tiny nub before moving to repeat the same with his other nipple. Then I moved lower over his body. I like being close to a man, exploring his naked body like I was. I like to feel the hardness of his body and smelling his man scent. With Jeremy, it was the same. I was enjoying being with him, and that was before any serious sex had begun.
Finally, I came to his cock. What I had been doing had stimulated him, and he was erect now. I made a lick down along the length of his shaft until I came to his balls, taking each bean into my mouth. I could feel his body tremble at the touch and knew he was enjoying it. Soon, I allowed my tongue to move back up along his shaft until I arrived at the head. I licked all over it before opening my mouth, taking the head between my lips. I heard the soft moan he gave at that.
Yes, most men like to feel the warm wettness of a mouth taking their cock. But taking it inside was only part of it. The woman has to suck and stimulate in a way that makes him feel good. Gripping the shaft and pumping in time with the sucks is one way. Another is taking the head deeper inside, almost to your throat, or even lowering the head to slip out and licking it a few times before taking him back in. All or a combination of these work, and I am experienced with them. I used all three of them on Jeremy, and he loved it. His hands came down to hold my head against himself. Always a good sign.
I was at the crossroads of deciding I should take him to orgasm when suddenly, he had had enough. He pushed up at my body, rolling to the side as he did. Before I could know what was happening, his body was on top of mine. It was at that moment that I knew there would be no more foreplay for this girl! Not that I needed any more. Foreplay was not that important for me as I am able to become wet so easily. Just thinking about a cock is often enough.
I felt his cock head press against my pussy lips who were happy to open and allow him in. Naughty Pussy! Always so ready for a cock.
The first time he only went in a short way, then further and further for the next for strokes. Quickly, he settled into a steady rhythm. Long slow strokes using almost the whole length of his cock. I loved the feel of that. The hardness of his cock, slipping between my pussy lips, pulling against my clitty and he moved in and out. So nice for this girl.
Now, he was going faster, the inwards strokes coming down at me harder. Not that it bothered me. I can take it.
The sex was good, we both enjoyed and finished with good orgasms one after the other. I knew there might be a wait now for him to recover, but it surprised me how quickly he wanted more. This second time we took longer, well, he did. I had a couple of cums along the way. We tried a couple of positions and ended with my favourite, cowgirl style.
I love sitting over a man, a leg each side of him with his third 'leg' deep inside my pussy. I like the feel of control I have over the men under me. Often, I can't resist telling them I am the boss of them. Some men laugh it off, and others, it becomes a challenge to them. With Jeremy, he just laughed and said, “Don't let it go to your head.”
The sex that night had been exciting and intense. We both wanted it and were willing to do to each other. We had done it three times before we rested against each other under a light blanket. Soon, I came to realise the man I was lying against had fallen into sleep. I allowed myself a few moments for my mind to drift over the different men I had been with. It was hard to think of any of them who had not been good for me. Often very different from each other, but all good.
Thursday – The Third Day.
The Meetings.
That Wednesday night, something had happened that would change things within the camp. When everyone settled down for the night, the twins, Kirsten and Carol, had gone outside the camp with Stephen. It seems they were sitting together, and things got sexy. That night, all three of them lost their virginity and had sex for their first time.
They got caught, and the next day, there were two meetings regarding the problem of underage kids within our group. It seems that many were worried that younger girls were becoming interested in the sexual side of our group. The men were concerned about this and wanted to enforce the rules about this.
In the first meeting, the adults decided what they would do about this problem. They wanted to know who was causing problems by telling the younger girls about the sexual activities. I had promised my parents about this and told them I had kept that promise. It seems like the men believed I wasn’t involved. They knew the twins were in the centre of this.
In the second meeting, they had the older teens there and made the message clear that there were rules and they had to obey them. Again, while I was in this meeting, it didn’t involve me much.
They got caught, and the next day, there were two meetings regarding the problem of underage kids within our group. It seems that many were worried that younger girls were becoming interested in the sexual side of our group. The men were concerned about this and wanted to enforce the rules about this.
In the first meeting, the adults decided what they would do about this problem. They wanted to know who was causing problems by telling the younger girls about the sexual activities. I had promised my parents about this and told them I had kept that promise. It seems like the men believed I wasn’t involved. They knew the twins were in the centre of this.
In the second meeting, they had the older teens there and made the message clear that there were rules and they had to obey them. Again, while I was in this meeting, it didn’t involve me much.
Going to the Coast.
The next morning, we decided to collect the sand I needed for my online video show later. The West Coast was very close to our camp. On a calm night, we could even hear the ocean. We wanted to gather some black sand for a science experiment I would be doing in my online show. The sand at the camp was a lot whiter.
It was also a good chance to take a walk and visit the beach. Mike had warned us that the beach could be too dangerous for swimming, so we weren’t expecting that. But just giving the kids a walk and play in the sand dunes would be fun.
It was also a good chance to take a walk and visit the beach. Mike had warned us that the beach could be too dangerous for swimming, so we weren’t expecting that. But just giving the kids a walk and play in the sand dunes would be fun.
We found the ocean sand was not as black as it was in Auckland. Not so much iron in it, but there would be enough for what we wanted. We scraped the top layer off and dug deeper underneath, looking for better sand. Back at the camp, we planned to lay it on some plastic to dry out.
Roxanne joins the Full Sex Group.
On the way back from the coast, Roxanne was walking beside me. We had dropped back from the main group, where only Mike and Ian were behind us. In front of us, a group of women had moved further ahead.
She told me that she and her Mum had talked with Shanti about her becoming a full member of the letters group. She knew it had happened to Jasmine and me only a few weeks earlier and wanted to know how it went. I gave her a brief account of what had happened with both of us. How Hamza had been with me, and then Payam followed the same night. In Jasmine’s case, it had been with Gaja, and things had gone well with him.
This became us considering a selection of men, and it came down to Mike, Ian, Gaja, Hamza and Payam. All of them are good. You could even try with Steve or Peter, as you know them better. Roxanna had been considering Mike, but I think I might have changed her mind on that. (Sorry, Mike.)
Finally, she settled on Gaja. I am a bit surprised because she doesn't know him that well, but I told her he would be a good man for her.
Suddenly, a voice said behind us. “So, you cut us out for Hamza?”
It was Ian. We had forgotten those men were behind us, and they had come right up until they could hear what we were saying.
We were shocked.
“Sorry, Ian and Mike,” I said.
“Hey! Honey, it’s OK. We heard your reasons and think you made a good choice,” Mike said.
“But you need to put us on your list to follow him,” Ian said.
“Who said I have a list?” Roxanna replied.
“I know what you horny young girls are like. You have a list, alright,” Ian laughed.
“Or you will after you’ve been with Hamza,” Mike added.
We laughed at that and walked with the men the rest of the way back to camp.
She told me that she and her Mum had talked with Shanti about her becoming a full member of the letters group. She knew it had happened to Jasmine and me only a few weeks earlier and wanted to know how it went. I gave her a brief account of what had happened with both of us. How Hamza had been with me, and then Payam followed the same night. In Jasmine’s case, it had been with Gaja, and things had gone well with him.
This became us considering a selection of men, and it came down to Mike, Ian, Gaja, Hamza and Payam. All of them are good. You could even try with Steve or Peter, as you know them better. Roxanna had been considering Mike, but I think I might have changed her mind on that. (Sorry, Mike.)
Finally, she settled on Gaja. I am a bit surprised because she doesn't know him that well, but I told her he would be a good man for her.
Suddenly, a voice said behind us. “So, you cut us out for Hamza?”
It was Ian. We had forgotten those men were behind us, and they had come right up until they could hear what we were saying.
We were shocked.
“Sorry, Ian and Mike,” I said.
“Hey! Honey, it’s OK. We heard your reasons and think you made a good choice,” Mike said.
“But you need to put us on your list to follow him,” Ian said.
“Who said I have a list?” Roxanna replied.
“I know what you horny young girls are like. You have a list, alright,” Ian laughed.
“Or you will after you’ve been with Hamza,” Mike added.
We laughed at that and walked with the men the rest of the way back to camp.
A little bit later, I saw Roxanna talking with Nishi and Gaja. I knew what that was about. She had decided to move forward with her plan, and he would be her first man. Yes, I knew that if she asked him, he would say ‘Yes.’ I just hoped it would be as good for her as my first time was with Hamaz and Payam.
My Online Video Class.
We set up for my eleventh online video session with my class from India, but this time we had the school from that mining town in Australia join us. In their case, the school was so small that the whole school joined in and was still smaller than my class in India.
First, I showed an exciting video of the two boats racing around the lake. We even included some water skiing bits too, but Jenny and Joyce wore shorts and a T-shirt while the two men kept their T-shirts on too. I must say, Sarvesh is doing a great job of keeping everyone not decently dressed out of the camera view.
First, I showed an exciting video of the two boats racing around the lake. We even included some water skiing bits too, but Jenny and Joyce wore shorts and a T-shirt while the two men kept their T-shirts on too. I must say, Sarvesh is doing a great job of keeping everyone not decently dressed out of the camera view.
Next, we showed a video from the hill behind the camp. (The men were doing their nude run up there each morning.) That showed a great view of the lakes, and Mike explained how the shifting sand dunes had trapped the water to make these lakes.
Also in this video were many pine trees, and Ian explained more about how the trees were stabilising the sand dunes. He also explained how quickly these trees grew and how New Zealand used them as a renewable resource of timber.
Back in the camp, I used a magnet wrapped in plastic to extract the iron out of the sand we had dug on the beach. It was interesting to see the black iron pulling away from the sand. While I did this, Mike did a voice-over to explain how New Zealand uses this sand to make steel.
Also in this video were many pine trees, and Ian explained more about how the trees were stabilising the sand dunes. He also explained how quickly these trees grew and how New Zealand used them as a renewable resource of timber.
Back in the camp, I used a magnet wrapped in plastic to extract the iron out of the sand we had dug on the beach. It was interesting to see the black iron pulling away from the sand. While I did this, Mike did a voice-over to explain how New Zealand uses this sand to make steel.
In the last section of this session, it was beginning to get dark, so we showed how the women were cooking. Then Lizamoa took us to their tent, which Joseph and her were using. Inside, they saw the camp beds and solar lamps. It was interesting for the children, and Lizamoa showed their four children which the online children liked. They had lots of questions which Lizamoa’s children were happy and answer.
That was it. I signed off, telling them there would be one last session before I returned to India. I noticed there was a discussion between the two schools, and it was decided they would continue with their own video sessions in the future. I suggested that perhaps they could find a New Zealand school to join in too.
That was it. I signed off, telling them there would be one last session before I returned to India. I noticed there was a discussion between the two schools, and it was decided they would continue with their own video sessions in the future. I suggested that perhaps they could find a New Zealand school to join in too.
Saree Stripping Game.
After dinner, they had decided to have a saree stripping contest. Somehow, the contest part got dropped, so we ended up just stripping for fun. Yes, it was fun, even more, that we weren’t allowed to take our own clothes off, only those of the man we selected to help us.
When the men found that the white saree Betty was wearing went completely see-through when wet, we moved to the outside showers beside the toilet block and it became a Wet-Saree Stripping Show.
There were no rules or limitations in this game. We could do whatever we wanted, whatever we agreed to. Of course, if I was going to have a man taking my clothes off, touching me all over, if not a lot more, it had to be Ian. And I quickly chose him to be my stripping partner.
I think this game is going to be described in another story, so I will just tell you what I did. We paraded in our saree, first just us women and then we had our partners join us. I knew that this was not just a saree contest. This would get a lot more sexy than that.
The group was divided so that two couples would perform at the same time. We had Kalki and Tom performing next to us. He was teasing her and goofing around a bit. But I could see he knew how to take a saree off. I noticed his wife, Betty, was wearing one too.
To my pleasant surprise, Ian knew what he was doing, too. Our act was more serious, but I hoped, sexier too. I then took his clothes off, too, which led to him becoming a very naughty boy to me. We did a fucking act in from of everyone.
When the men found that the white saree Betty was wearing went completely see-through when wet, we moved to the outside showers beside the toilet block and it became a Wet-Saree Stripping Show.
There were no rules or limitations in this game. We could do whatever we wanted, whatever we agreed to. Of course, if I was going to have a man taking my clothes off, touching me all over, if not a lot more, it had to be Ian. And I quickly chose him to be my stripping partner.
I think this game is going to be described in another story, so I will just tell you what I did. We paraded in our saree, first just us women and then we had our partners join us. I knew that this was not just a saree contest. This would get a lot more sexy than that.
The group was divided so that two couples would perform at the same time. We had Kalki and Tom performing next to us. He was teasing her and goofing around a bit. But I could see he knew how to take a saree off. I noticed his wife, Betty, was wearing one too.
To my pleasant surprise, Ian knew what he was doing, too. Our act was more serious, but I hoped, sexier too. I then took his clothes off, too, which led to him becoming a very naughty boy to me. We did a fucking act in from of everyone.
Led Zeppelin Orgasm!
Now this was something different. Something I have never tried before. It started with Jenny telling everyone that she used to use music to help make herself cum. She would select a suitable song and masturbate herself while listening to the beat of the music.
It seems that her favourite was from a rock group called Led Zeppelin. Sorry, I didn’t know of them. Rock music isn’t my interest, and this group was around before I was even born. I really think I had never heard their music before.
I was surprised that many from New Zealand had heard of them, and even among the girls my age, they had heard of the song ‘Stairway to Heaven.’
It seems that her favourite was from a rock group called Led Zeppelin. Sorry, I didn’t know of them. Rock music isn’t my interest, and this group was around before I was even born. I really think I had never heard their music before.
I was surprised that many from New Zealand had heard of them, and even among the girls my age, they had heard of the song ‘Stairway to Heaven.’
The idea of this game was to lay back and listen to the music while you played with your pussy. As the music starts gently you are genlte with your fingers but as the music builds you work harder at your pussy. The goal is to orgasm exactly at the climax of the song.
Three ladies took part, Deanna, Joyce and Jenny, and three girls tried it, Kathy, Sabreena and Jasmine. Of course, since Jasmine hadn't heard this song before, she had no idea when it would end. She orgasmed far too early, not that anyone cared. Just gave her a clap for trying.
The song starts slowly so their hands were moving slowly but as the song got faster and faster, they were stroking their pussies faster. By the climax part, they were really pumping, thrusting their fingers inside as they worked themselves off. It wasn't a surprise; it was Jasmine who came first, then she was followed by Joyce and Kathy. Jenny came next as she cried out and juice squirted from her pussy. Finally, Sabreena and Deanna came at about the same time. They had all finished before the music finished.
I must admit, that was something different but sexy too and with what naughty Ian was doing to my pussy, I almost came too. (See below)
Three ladies took part, Deanna, Joyce and Jenny, and three girls tried it, Kathy, Sabreena and Jasmine. Of course, since Jasmine hadn't heard this song before, she had no idea when it would end. She orgasmed far too early, not that anyone cared. Just gave her a clap for trying.
The song starts slowly so their hands were moving slowly but as the song got faster and faster, they were stroking their pussies faster. By the climax part, they were really pumping, thrusting their fingers inside as they worked themselves off. It wasn't a surprise; it was Jasmine who came first, then she was followed by Joyce and Kathy. Jenny came next as she cried out and juice squirted from her pussy. Finally, Sabreena and Deanna came at about the same time. They had all finished before the music finished.
I must admit, that was something different but sexy too and with what naughty Ian was doing to my pussy, I almost came too. (See below)
Another night with Ian.
Yes, I know. I’ve been with Ian before and should be trying some of the other men. But I like Ian. Out of all the men, I think he is one of the best for me. I think he likes me too. So, we were both happy to have another night together. When the group broke up after the Led Zeppelin game, I had been sitting beside Ian. During the game he had reached between my legs and slowly began stroking my pussy. It was making me wet, and got even worse when his fingers entered me. I was trying to focus on the music, but he was being very distracting. I think a few others noticed what was going on, too.
Yes, I know. Some of you might say if he was distracting, I could have told him to stop, but do you really think I would do that?
I think it was obvious to everyone we intended to be together that night. At least I know that his wife Kala knew. She had asked to use their tent that night since it was bigger. I heard she was inviting a group over for some fun.
That sort of left us with nowhere to go unless we could find an empty tent. I was going to ask a few of my friends, but Ian had another idea.
“It’s a fine night tonight, still quite warm, so why don’t we do it under the stars?” he said.
Doing it outside, ‘Under the stars!’ That caught my interest.
“Ok,” I agreed, a bit excited by this new idea.
He took my hand as we walked behind Kala, back towards their tent. I watched as he collected a sleeping bag and a large plastic sheet. Kala asked if we would like to stay and join their party, but Ian said we had other plans.
“Perhaps, later we might come back to sleep here,” he said.
Kala nodded, “You can join in if we are still going.”
As we left, I noticed Kalki and Hamza arriving. Sairu and Payam were behind them. A bit further on, we met Kenshin and Chiharu.
“Aren’t you staying for Kala’s party?” Chiharu asked.
“No,” Ian replied. “Riya and I want a bit of time alone.”
“Have fun,” Chiharu said. “Remember, Ian, I want to try with you before you go back to Australia.”
“Let’s do that,” Ian replied.
Yes, I know. Some of you might say if he was distracting, I could have told him to stop, but do you really think I would do that?
I think it was obvious to everyone we intended to be together that night. At least I know that his wife Kala knew. She had asked to use their tent that night since it was bigger. I heard she was inviting a group over for some fun.
That sort of left us with nowhere to go unless we could find an empty tent. I was going to ask a few of my friends, but Ian had another idea.
“It’s a fine night tonight, still quite warm, so why don’t we do it under the stars?” he said.
Doing it outside, ‘Under the stars!’ That caught my interest.
“Ok,” I agreed, a bit excited by this new idea.
He took my hand as we walked behind Kala, back towards their tent. I watched as he collected a sleeping bag and a large plastic sheet. Kala asked if we would like to stay and join their party, but Ian said we had other plans.
“Perhaps, later we might come back to sleep here,” he said.
Kala nodded, “You can join in if we are still going.”
As we left, I noticed Kalki and Hamza arriving. Sairu and Payam were behind them. A bit further on, we met Kenshin and Chiharu.
“Aren’t you staying for Kala’s party?” Chiharu asked.
“No,” Ian replied. “Riya and I want a bit of time alone.”
“Have fun,” Chiharu said. “Remember, Ian, I want to try with you before you go back to Australia.”
“Let’s do that,” Ian replied.
I was pleased that Ian stayed with our plan for us to be together. We could have joined in with the sex party his wife was arranging.
As we walked on, I said, “You could be with Chiharu if you want, Ian. I don’t mind. There are others in that group for me to be with.”
“What? Are you trying to get rid of me, Riya?”
“Of course not! I just thought...”
“Shesh! Don’t think, Riya. Just fuck!”
I laughed at that but didn’t reply. He had made it very clear what he wanted. I wanted that too.
As we walked on, I said, “You could be with Chiharu if you want, Ian. I don’t mind. There are others in that group for me to be with.”
“What? Are you trying to get rid of me, Riya?”
“Of course not! I just thought...”
“Shesh! Don’t think, Riya. Just fuck!”
I laughed at that but didn’t reply. He had made it very clear what he wanted. I wanted that too.
Leaving the camp, we began climbing the small hill. Yes, I know it was dark. We had torches too, but we didn’t use them since we could see enough to know where we were going. It was a bit steep, but both of us were fit, so we made easy work of the hill. Soon we found ourselves at the top, and I watched while Ian laid out the plastic sheet and folded the sleeping bag on top.
It was a good view below us, and I was surprised how much we could see. Below, in front of us, was the lake, the water being a darker colour than the surrounding landscape. The pine trees looked darker than the sandy and pasture land. To one side was our camp, and we could see a few lights moving around, and many of the tents had glowing lights from inside. It was obvious many weren’t sleeping yet. After that sexy game, I don’t blame them either. Beyond the camp, we could see the ocean in the distance.
In the opposite direction, I could see a glow from behind the lake and pine tree-clad hills. Ian saw us looking and said that it was the moon just rising.
We took a few minutes to look at the stars. I pointed out the Southern Cross to him and how to work out where to find south from there.
“Well done, Riya,” Ian said. “What else do you know?”
“Over there is Orion The Great Hunter. See the three stars on his belt. That’s the lovers’ stars. You on the left, me on the right and that is us fucking in the middle.”
“I remember telling you about Orion when we were camping, but I didn’t tell you about the lovers’ stars,” Ian said.
“Mike told me about that,” I said.
“Ah! Mike. So, I have a rival, do I?”
“Perhaps you do,” I laughed. “Maybe you need to convince me that you are worthy enough for...”
“Why you cheeky...”
I didn’t hear any more than that as he turned to grab me, pushing me back on the sleeping bag. We were naked, so there was no undressing, just his naked body on top of my naked body.
His face came against mine, and he kissed me passionately. It felt good, and I quickly responded to him. He tasted nice and smelled nice. I like that in a man. Yes, it end with me fucking with him again that night.
The sex was good, but Ian surprised me by being more gentle and loving than before. I like it that way as much as his more rougher style.
It was a good view below us, and I was surprised how much we could see. Below, in front of us, was the lake, the water being a darker colour than the surrounding landscape. The pine trees looked darker than the sandy and pasture land. To one side was our camp, and we could see a few lights moving around, and many of the tents had glowing lights from inside. It was obvious many weren’t sleeping yet. After that sexy game, I don’t blame them either. Beyond the camp, we could see the ocean in the distance.
In the opposite direction, I could see a glow from behind the lake and pine tree-clad hills. Ian saw us looking and said that it was the moon just rising.
We took a few minutes to look at the stars. I pointed out the Southern Cross to him and how to work out where to find south from there.
“Well done, Riya,” Ian said. “What else do you know?”
“Over there is Orion The Great Hunter. See the three stars on his belt. That’s the lovers’ stars. You on the left, me on the right and that is us fucking in the middle.”
“I remember telling you about Orion when we were camping, but I didn’t tell you about the lovers’ stars,” Ian said.
“Mike told me about that,” I said.
“Ah! Mike. So, I have a rival, do I?”
“Perhaps you do,” I laughed. “Maybe you need to convince me that you are worthy enough for...”
“Why you cheeky...”
I didn’t hear any more than that as he turned to grab me, pushing me back on the sleeping bag. We were naked, so there was no undressing, just his naked body on top of my naked body.
His face came against mine, and he kissed me passionately. It felt good, and I quickly responded to him. He tasted nice and smelled nice. I like that in a man. Yes, it end with me fucking with him again that night.
The sex was good, but Ian surprised me by being more gentle and loving than before. I like it that way as much as his more rougher style.
We lay beside each other, watching as the moon rose higher into the sky. As it climbed far enough over the nearby bushes for us to bathe in her light, we did it again. More sex with us first, doing doggy style before going to cowgirl, as he knew I liked that one.
After that second time, we picked up our gear and headed back towards the camp. As we walked, his arm went around my waist. I liked him holding me like that. It felt nice after we had taken sex together.
Coming back to his large tent, we heard noises from inside. Slipping in through the entrance, we found they were still going. I wasn't sure what we would do, but soon they pulled us into the fun. Yes, Chiharu got her chance to be Ian, but I'm not sure how that went after two times with me.
I found myself in a threesome with Ian's younger sister, Cathy and her boyfriend Gordon. That was fun, as I don't mind having fun with women either.
After that second time, we picked up our gear and headed back towards the camp. As we walked, his arm went around my waist. I liked him holding me like that. It felt nice after we had taken sex together.
Coming back to his large tent, we heard noises from inside. Slipping in through the entrance, we found they were still going. I wasn't sure what we would do, but soon they pulled us into the fun. Yes, Chiharu got her chance to be Ian, but I'm not sure how that went after two times with me.
I found myself in a threesome with Ian's younger sister, Cathy and her boyfriend Gordon. That was fun, as I don't mind having fun with women either.
The evening finished with two Indian men, Hamza and Payam, with two Japanese men, Kenshin and Hirohiko. I have heard they have done this before, but I was interested in how it went among men. First they did both cock sucking, swapping between each other a few times. Then it came to the anal sex.
While I found watching men interesting to see what they do, I didn't get excited like Chiharu and some of the other women did. Chiharu said she would like to get fucked by all four men involved but they didn't seem to interesting in doing anything more.
The four men said they were going for a wash and swim in the lake. Others decided to join them, and so did I. It was fun swimming so late at night in the moonlight. The water was cold and very refreshing.
I came back with the group and found Chiharu sitting with Ian as I entered the tent.
She got up when she saw me and moved away, "He's all yours, honey," she said.
I smiled thanks back at her. She didn't have to do that. It was not like I owned him. But I was happy that she did, and happy I could cuddle up and sleep beside him.
While I found watching men interesting to see what they do, I didn't get excited like Chiharu and some of the other women did. Chiharu said she would like to get fucked by all four men involved but they didn't seem to interesting in doing anything more.
The four men said they were going for a wash and swim in the lake. Others decided to join them, and so did I. It was fun swimming so late at night in the moonlight. The water was cold and very refreshing.
I came back with the group and found Chiharu sitting with Ian as I entered the tent.
She got up when she saw me and moved away, "He's all yours, honey," she said.
I smiled thanks back at her. She didn't have to do that. It was not like I owned him. But I was happy that she did, and happy I could cuddle up and sleep beside him.
Conclusion.
So that was how the first part of our camping holiday went for me. I have not covered all the details, as I know others are writing their stories too, but Mike suggested we needed my story to tie all the other stories together.
Bye from Riya.
Bye from Riya.
THE END!!
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It has been brought to our attention that some readers are misunderstanding our writing here. This whole blog is under a warning that sexual content appears here. We don't hide this and wish to abide by the Blogspot rules. If you have a problem with a page, please leave a comment at the bottom so we can review and fix your concern. Just reporting to Blogspot doesn't help us to know what exactly the problem is, and so we're unable to fix it.
In all our stories, anyone involved in sexual activities is over the age of 18. The legal age where we live in New Zealand is 16, but we are happy with the age 18 limit. Keep in mind that some characters have featured in earlier stories as children, but time has gone by, and now they are adults. There are over 25 years between Letter 1 and this story, so any babies in those earlier stories will now be adults.
This blog follows a group of people who belong to a sexual-swapping group based on our real sex-swapping nudist group. As we are in real life, the characters in these stories are mainly married, and some do have young children. While these children might be mentioned, in no case will they be involved in any sexual activities. This follows what we do when the writer's team meet for our real parties. Lots of fun, lots of sex, but no kids!
(This message will appear in all new stories.)
Anne and the writing team.
It has been brought to our attention that some readers are misunderstanding our writing here. This whole blog is under a warning that sexual content appears here. We don't hide this and wish to abide by the Blogspot rules. If you have a problem with a page, please leave a comment at the bottom so we can review and fix your concern. Just reporting to Blogspot doesn't help us to know what exactly the problem is, and so we're unable to fix it.
In all our stories, anyone involved in sexual activities is over the age of 18. The legal age where we live in New Zealand is 16, but we are happy with the age 18 limit. Keep in mind that some characters have featured in earlier stories as children, but time has gone by, and now they are adults. There are over 25 years between Letter 1 and this story, so any babies in those earlier stories will now be adults.
This blog follows a group of people who belong to a sexual-swapping group based on our real sex-swapping nudist group. As we are in real life, the characters in these stories are mainly married, and some do have young children. While these children might be mentioned, in no case will they be involved in any sexual activities. This follows what we do when the writer's team meet for our real parties. Lots of fun, lots of sex, but no kids!
(This message will appear in all new stories.)
Anne and the writing team.
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