Story 305 Mystery Lovers.

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Hello, I am Jasmine.
        On the second night at the camp, they announced a game called Mystery Lovers. In this game, we would be deciding by chance, with whom we would be spending the night and I was becoming concerned. Having a sex partner when I am not knowing who I would be getting, was a bit scary.
        Auntie Kalki whispered to me, “Don’t worry, Jasmine. All the men here will be great.”
        I tried a smile at her, putting on the brave face but I was still concerned. I was worried about my short experience of sexual things. Doubts crept into my mind. Some of the men had been in this Sex Group for a long time, some even before I had been born. Would I be good enough? Pretty enough for him? Would I be able to please him, make him happy with me?
        But then I tried to put these things from my mind because they were silly thinking. Of course, I lacked the experience of many here, but this was another chance to gain from that and to learn. I put that into my mind to make the best of this mystery man, whomever he would be.
        Then Mike explained that some of us were new to sexual things, without experience. He said to be understanding and gentle to us. In meaning new, I think everyone knew it was like Sabeena, Rachel, me or even Riya, but Mike was kind and didn’t mention our names so as not to embarrass us in front of everyone.
        Maybe you could include some of the other younger ones too. Even some of the boys like Ragesh and Michael too, although I think they might have steady girlfriends and be more able to look after themselves. I also saw those two had been getting lots of women to be with.
        As I said, I consulted this with Sabreena, and she was so excited. She didn’t care who it would be. “All were good so the sex will be good,” was her full opinion on the subject.
        I realised my concerns were silly. I should take this as a chance, an experience, or an adventure. So, my options were to embrace this game and enjoy whoever came to me or withdraw before they started. I chose to continue and spend a night with whomever my luck would send to me.

        First, we all had time to return to our tents and prepare for our night. This involved wearing something sexy to be attractive for our mystery sex partner and getting anything else we might need for the night. I packed a small bag with a few other things but to be honest, didn’t take much more than what I was wearing and that was not very much, either. Our tent would most likely be occupied by someone else during that night and so we would be unable to return to it until after breakfast.
        I placed on a sexy underwear set that Mum had helped me buy while we were in Auckland. I loved the cyan colour, how it matched the dark colour of my body and how it barely hid my sexy bits. So tiny, not very practical as underwear but I hoped it would appear sexy for a man to see. That would be all I would be wearing. Mum had told me just to wear that. She had laughed, “Why bother with more when soon you’ll be taking it all off.” I could see her reasoning with that, but I still took a beach coat to wear over it. This was all the clothing I elected to be taken.
        Quickly, we tidied our tent, packing all our gear neatly at the back as neither Sabeena nor I might be in this tent. Those using it would not want our personal stuff scattered around.
        I looked over at my friend Sabeena and saw she was wearing sexy undies as well. “You look hot, Sabeena,” I told her.
        “So do you, Jasmine,” she replied with a giggle.
        I couldn’t help leaning over to hug her. That was a bit sexual, feeling her almost naked body pressing against mine.
        “Are you scared?” she asked me, her voice almost a whisper even when it didn’t need to be.
        “A bit,” I replied.
        She replied, not so confident now it seems. “I know all these big men will look after us.”
        “I hope so too,” I said.
        “Hey, don’t be scared. All these men will be fine. You’ll learn a lot from them.”
        I just smiled as I put the light coat over my sexy undies. Taking my overnight bag, I followed her out of the tent.
        She put her arm around me and hugged me again. “Come on, Jasmine. We’re going to have fun tonight.”
        I smiled weakly back at her. “Yes, we are,” I bravely said.

        Back at the seats set around the large camp light, the first task was for us women to secretly select a tent for us to entertain our mystery lover. Mum and Dad had borrowed a small tent from Uncle Joseph for me. It was located close to our family tent. Mum had said if I had any problems, then I could just call out. I would be living there with Sabreena all the holiday at the lakes. Well, that is when I didn’t end up in some other tent with some other person.
        But now Mike said the tents were going to be mixed up so I was unknowingly where I would sleep that night. It seems the numbers were mixed and not placed in the order as was their location. It was likely I would not be close to where Mum would be. But most likely others would be nearby so I knew I could be okay too.
        The men were sent away, but before they left, I noticed a few were admiring what I was wearing. After they had left, we began the selection process. They went around and we each selected a number for the tent we would have.
        It was halfway through the selection process, and I got tent number ten. Where was that I was wondering. Somewhere down the west side, I thought. I have no idea what any of the other women got although I had a feeling that some of the older women like Mum might be close by.
        For the men, they were allowed to select three numbers in case they accidentally selected family members. No way do I want Dad with me. LOL. That would be too weird.
        Mike then secretly told each of us which was our tent. I discovered I had a larger family tent owned by the Australian couple, Ian and Kala. I like Ian. He was a very naughty boy to Riya in Australia. It would be nice if I could get him, but he would most likely be somewhere else.
        I did see Mum go to a tent nearby in the middle row. She stopped, looked at me and gave me a wave. I waved back and tried my best to smile for her. I also noticed Auntie Kalki was on one side of me and Auntie Shanti was on the other side. It was good to know these two women were safely nearby too. Sabeena was on the other side of Auntie Shanti, so she was close by too. I went inside the tent to wait.
        Then the men were returning from the beach and were given their tent number too. They were released to go to their selected tent, so we could discover our lover for the night.

        I had taken my cover off and was sitting waiting in just my sexy undies. Who would be coming to me? It could be almost anyone. I tried to think, but in the end, I had no idea. It could be young like Michael and Ragesh or old like Uncle Donald from Australia or Tom the farmer that Kalki liked so much. Since everyone had entered this, all I could be sure of was that a male, a man, was about to enter this tent expecting to have sex with me that night.
        I had tried to find a light but being in a strange tent, I had no idea where to find it. I hoped my man visitor would know.
        Then the tent flap opened. I could see someone enter but I was unsure who.
        “Hello,” I said to this unknown person.
        “Hello Jasmine,” the white man, Peter replied.
        “Is that Peter?” I asked more just to confirm what I sort of guessed.
        “Yes, Jasmine,” he said. “Are you OK with that?”
        “Very OK, Peter.”
        “Why is it dark in here?” he asked.
        “I couldn’t find the light.”
        “I’ll fix that.”
        He came close to where I sat, sitting down beside me. I could see him but not that well. I saw he was doing something and then a soft light appeared.
        “I was wondering where their light was in here,” I said.
        “The best guess is there will always be a light near their kitchen, eating things.”
        “Is that how you knew Peter?”
        I was impressed he could know such a thing.

        I could see him now but more importantly; he could see me. I could see him looking and resting back on my hands behind me I showed off myself the best that I could. I wanted him to look and admire me, but I was nervous too.
        Don’t be mistaken here. I shouldn’t have been shy as this man had seen me naked a few times now. In fact, even this evening he had been in the games we had played on the beach. I had even played with him on his team during the bullrush game. When I helped catch him, there was some touching his cock and allowing him to touch me on the breast and even the pussy which was a bit sexy for us both.
        But here I was, sitting there wearing sexy undies but not even nude and I was shy.
        “You look amazing, Jasmine. Sexy! Love the colour too.”
        I smiled at him. Those comments made a difference. “Do you like cyan, Peter? I thought you might like red better.”
        “No Jasmine, I mean cyan looks great on you. Cyan or emerald, both would look great against your darker skin.”
        I just nodded and smiled. Happy he was attracted by what I was wearing. I was also attracted by his too. Just shorts and what looked to be a sleeveless jacket, made out of real sheepskin. I had seen one of these jackets before. Auntie Katrina had one before she left for Australia. She wore it so you could see the swelling of her breasts without the nipples. On Peter, it was open so I could view the hairs down the centre of his chest. That was sexy. I find chest hair to be kind of sexy on this man. I think it proclaims him to be manly.
        His hand reached out to touch me. From my neck, his fingers ran down onto my chest. As he touched the top of my breast, I was trembling. A mixture of excitement and nervousness I suppose.
        He must have noticed it as he said, “Let’s take things a bit more slowly?”
        I looked up at his face. What did he mean by that? Weren’t we here for sex? Wasn’t he here to fuck me? I was a bit confused, so I just nodded, ‘Yes.’
        We sat and talked for a few minutes as he asked me how I had enjoyed the camp so far. I found myself talking to him with ease, telling him some of the sexy things I had done. Yes, this evening had been sexy for me as I was doing some things, I’d never thought possible before. It took me way out of my usual comfort zone more than I’d like to admit.
        His was resting back against some pillows and cushions. He invited me to lean back against him so he could put his arms around me, to hold me as we continued talking.
        Feeling more comfortable with him now, I kind of enjoyed it when his hand came up to my breast. It felt even better when his fingers rubbed my nipple through my bra.
        He must have felt my body react to that because he quickly added, “It’s not bad, Jasmine. We all have to start somewhere. I’m honoured I can be with a beautiful young woman like you. I hope you want to be with an older man like me.”
        “Peter, you’re not old. Well, older than me but...”
        He laughed. “My daughters are nearly as old as you, Jasmine.”
        I nodded my head, thinking this wasn’t going so well.
        He noticed and said, “Cheer up, Jasmine. This isn’t bad. It’s good, especially for you but also for me. We’re going to have some fun tonight and get to know each other a lot better.”
        I smiled and said, “And I’ll learn a lot too.”
        “That too,” he replied softly.

        Meanwhile, the hand touching my bra was pushing underneath it. Now his fingers returned to my nipple but this time it was skin touching skin.
        He asked about my sex experiences. I told him that I had only three other men. Gaja was my first, in Australia. Then there was Ragesh, the first day I came to New Zealand. I was with Micheal watching the Sexy Karene show.”
        “Yes,” Peter said. “We could all see you doing it with him online.”
        “And Riya and I had a threesome with Mike at his house,” I continued. “I did another one with Ragesh and Michael after the Orgy at Steve’s House.
        “Three? That is four men Jasmine, not three. Two of them twice. And you forgot about Steve and I at the beach!” he said. “That’s two more. Six men, Jasmine!”

        Before we continue, here is my sexual history so we can clear this up.
                Man #1 - Story 271 - Jasmine’s First Time. - Jasmine’s first time with Gaja.
                Man #2 - Story 277 - Moving on to New Zealand - The pool at Lizamoa’s house with Jagesh.
                Man #3 - Story 275 Part Two – Sexy Karene - In the Zoom meeting with Michael.
                Man #4 - Story 279 – Shanti’s Surprise. – A threesome with Mike and Riya.
                Man #5 and #6 - Story 284 - Jasmine – My Threesome. Threesome with Steve and Peter.
                        Story 282 - Orgy at Steve's House - Michael and Jagesh again at Steve’s orgy.

        “Oh, I’m sorry,” I said, with a nervous giggle. “I forgot about you.”
        “You are a worry, Jasmine,” he laughed. “Losing count of your lovers already. This is bad, Jasmine!”
        I just giggled. “It’s not that bad Peter. It has been a busy time for me. I just lost count is all.”
        “Oh no! It is bad. Now you’ve got me worried, Jasmine.”
        “Worried? Why should you be worried?”
        “Will it be the same with me in the morning? Poor Peter, forgotten too!”
        “No, Peter,” I replied, getting a bit concerned as to where this was going. “It is not like that.”
        “Oh, it is. I’m going to be forgotten.”
        “Peter! I will NOT forget. Stop saying that!”
        “Tomorrow we will wake up and you will say, ‘Hello, who are you? What are you doing here?’”
        “Peter, I am...”
        “Ha ha! Got you, Jasmine!”
        I suddenly realized that he had been teasing with me. Without thinking, I reached out and hit him saying, “Peter, you are a bad man! You were making me annoyed with you.”
        “Oh, violent too, as well as forgetful. I like that in a woman."
        Such a teasing man! I was sitting up looking at him. He laughed and reached for me to lay back against him. It was only later that I realized how clever he had been, breaking the ice like that so I could relax with him. It was a clever strategy.

        “Lean forward,” he told me. “I’ll take that bra off. I want to play with those great-looking tits.”
        I leaned forward and felt his hand come to the catch at the back. It came loose and the bra fell away from my breasts leaving me topless. Straight away his hands went for them, both hands now, a hand to each breast, fingers finding my nipples.
        “Mmmm,” I said. “So good.”
        “You like that do you?” he whispered in my ear.
        “Oh, I do,” I breathed back.
        “Well, how about this?” he said as his fingers pulled on each nipple.
        “Oh, I gasped.
        “Or maybe this is better,” as he rolled each nipple between finger and thumb.
        My only reply was a soft sigh.
        “Getting horny on me, are you?”
        My reply was a moan. “A bit,” I breathed in reply.
        I could not believe what he was doing to me felt so good. The other men I’d been with didn’t focus on my nipples so much, being more content to touch and feel them on the way to get to the full sex. My nipples felt so stimulated and hard now. As he continued playing, I was giving little moans as I lay back against him with my eyes closed. I was loving it.
        Peter told, “Lay back on the sleeping bag.”
        I did as he asked, and he sat beside me. His hand returned to my closest nipple, playing and teasing it. He brought his face down towards me as his tongue reached out to touch me. I could not believe in this. He was licking my nipple.
        “Oh, God!” I spoke. “I am not knowing if it can get any better.”
        “Oh, but it can. Wait until I start sucking.”
        My whole body shuddered at the thought of that one.
        “Calm down, girl,” he laughed. “You’ll be over and finished before I even get started.”
        “No, I won’t.”
        “Over, finished and forgotten about me, before I even get started. So sad for poor Peter.”
        “Peter! STOP that!” I tried to say sternly. But he just laughed so I sat up to try to hit him again.
        His hand came up to grab my wrist before I could. He pulled me around and to my surprise, he kissed me, right on the lips. I was never expecting such as that. Suddenly it felt good and had a calming effect so I could lay back again. He returned to my nipple again.
        He leaned in closer and his hand moved away to my other breast. He gently blew on the nipple and my body gave a shudder. His lips opened, and he took my nipple into his mouth. That felt great. He says I gave a deep moan and became even more vocal as he began to suck me.
        Of course, I don’t believe all of that. It couldn’t have been more than a few little moans.
        He continued and it was driving me crazy. So sexy. So good. When he moved to my other breast, the pleasure continued from there too. I realized I had just discovered something big. I always knew I liked having my nipples pulled and sucked. I wondered how much more I could like for him.

        After a while he stopped, allowing me to return to some sort of calmness. Still breathing heavily, I was lying there, looking up at him. I was wondering what this man would do to me next.
        He reached for my panties now, his hands on my hips as he began to gently pull. I lifted my bum off the bed so he could pull them down further. As I lay back, my panties were pulled lower down my thighs, then my lower legs as he eased them over my feet and threw them beside the bed.
        He stopped to view me. I was very self-conscious about him looking. My feeling was to pull my hands over my breasts and pussy. But I also knew that was what he was looking at. That was the key to my attraction to get him ready for the sex.
        “You are beautiful, Riya,” he whispered.
        I smiled thanks to him. I was happy with what he was saying to me.
        “So, what happens now?”
        “Don’t you think you should take my clothes off?” Peter asked.
        “Is that one for me?”
        “Who else? Do you want me to call the woman next door?”
        I laughed at him being so silly. “No! That is Shanti!”
        “You scared of Shanti?”
        “No, I’m not. I’m a good girl.”
        “Not what I heard from India. You are a very bad girl.”
        “I am not! What did you hear?”
        “I heard you were so bad you had to go and stay with Sarvesh and Amita for a while. Almost as bad as Riya was to her parents.”
        “Oh, That! That was a total overreaction on my mother’s part. Mothers don’t understand their teenage daughters.”
        “That sounds familiar,” he laughed, and I knew he was referring to his daughters. “Sounds more like totally exhausted parents who didn’t know what else to do with their bad teenage daughter.”
        I was forced to giggle again. “Ok. Maybe I will take credit for a little bit.”
        “More like a big bit. The whole lot, actually. Remember, I know what teenage daughters are like, I’ve got two myself.”
        I just laughed at that but didn’t attempt to correct him. It seems Peter had been very well informed. “They were very bad for you last night.”
        “Yes, that was a bit of a drama. They want to grow up too quick and be like you girls.”
        We rested for a few moments, both with our own thoughts.

        “So, show me how good you are. Take my clothes off so we can get to the sex.”
        “That is not good girl, taking a man’s clothes.”
        Peter laughed. “OK then, show me how bad you are.”
        “Ok, I will.”
        This man! He was a tiny bit annoying with having so many jokes. But I like him so I could tolerate him.
        Being with Peter showed me that doing the sex did not have to be serious where both were focused on building for climax and orgasms for ourselves and our partners. Sex could be fun too. A bit of joking and laughing, that is as long as it didn’t become too much.

        I reached for him, pulling his sheepskin jacket from him. It slipped from his shoulders, and I placed it beside my clothing. I turned back to look at him, taking notice of his bare chest and the tiny male nipples that he had.
        I reached to touch him. My fingers ran over the muscles of his arm and then up onto his shoulder. I was soon touching his chest until I found his nipple. Suddenly I had the desire to do more. I leaned forward to touch his nipple with my tongue and then to suck on it.

I think he liked that because his hand came up to hold my head against his chest. That was a bit sexy for both of us I am thinking.

        Next was his shorts. I undid the catch and pulled the zipper. As I lowered the shorts, I noticed he was commando. He wore nothing underneath. He was wearing what they call commando style.
        “You are hard,” I said as I saw how his cock was standing up.
        “With a sexy woman like you Jasmine, what man wouldn’t be hard.”
        I smile at that. Happy with the compliment.

        He was laying back against some pillows and I was sort of sitting beside him. I was looking down at his erection. I think in some stories that say admiring him. But it is true. I do like looking at a man’s cock. Especially if he is hard.
        It was a nice-looking one. A western cock, white/pinkish colour, pointed head with thick veins running up the shaft. Yes, he had been cut. The foreskin was removed.
        “Touch him if you like, Jasmine. He won’t bite.”
        I giggled at that. “Cocks don’t bite, Peter.”
        “Then don’t you think it’s time we found out what he can do?”
        "OK," I told him. "We can see."
        I reached to take him with my hand. With my knowledge of sex, I knew one thing better than looking at a cock is to hold one. I allowed my fingers to wrap around the shaft part and hold him. Then I gave a few pumps, m closed hand moved up and down. I felt it jerk in my hand, so I knew he was enjoying it.

        One thing better than holding a cock is to lean forward and lick him. It was something I had done for other cocks and so I knew he could enjoy it.
        While still pumping the shaft part with my hand, I leaned forward so my head was almost touching the head part and I breathed on it, so the warmth of my breath touched the sensitive flesh towards the top.
        His cock gave a jump. “Oh, that is good,” he said. “Never had that done before.”
        I smiled at him. Happy he liked that and never had that before. It was a risk as I’ve had men blow on my sensitive pussy bits but never heard it worked for men too. I was happy it did on him too.
        My mouth opened and my tongue stretched out to touch on the top of the head bit. There was another jerk from him. I was encouraged to begin licking over him which he also liked. I know some men are very sensitive at the little hole in the end, so I decided to try that. I gave some licks over the hole and then tried to push my tongue tip inside.
        He gave a soft moan at that which I found encouraging. I also found a few drops of pre-cum that emerged from his cock. That was a good sign, encouraging too.
        I opened my mouth so I could take his cock head inside. It had a kind of salty taste because just before he came to me, he had been swimming with the other men at the lake. I think it was partly so they would be nice for their mystery lovers.
        I sucked on him, rubbing my tongue against him as I did. After a few sucks I brought my hands into play too. I reached to hold his shaft, pumping him as I sucked. I know other women try to take all of them inside their mouths, but I think male cocks are too big for my little mouth. Mum had told me not to worry about that as a man is most sensitive around the head part. So, with Peter, I didn’t take much more than his head a little bit of the shaft part.
        But it seemed to be going well. I think he liked what I was able to do with him.
        I wasn’t allowed to continue the sucking for too long before he stopped me explaining that he wanted to save himself, for being inside me. He got me to lay on my back and he lay on his side facing me. I began to think this would lead to him being on top of me. Us doing it the more normal way for our first time.
        His hand touched my body again. Gliding lightly over my breasts before climbing towards my neck. I liked that, liked the way he tickled my ear too. Then he moved in closer, his chest against my breasts as his face came down to mine and I realised he was going to kiss me. This one was more than before as I felt his tongue press against my lips and I opened to allow him in. Soon I was responding with my tongue, even pressing my tongue into his mouth too.
        By now, his body was hard against mine as my arms wrapped around him, pulling him tighter. This was all a bit sexy for me and I knew my body was ready for more. Yes, I confess, it was at that point that I knew I wanted him inside me.
        I felt his hand reach between my thighs, and I opened my legs further to allow him contact. First, his fingertips brushed over me, moving lower along my lips. It felt nice, making my body shiver with contact. He didn’t spend long there. Now I realized that it was more he was checking to see if I was ready for him before he tried to enter me.

        Suddenly he pulled back and looked down at me. I sat up beside him.
        “So, do you want to try cowgirl style?” he asked me.
        “Cowgirl?” I asked, not sure what he meant.
        “Yeah, that is a name for doing it girl on top,” he explained.
        “Oh, I didn’t know that.”
        “Have you tried sex that way,” Peter asked me.
        “Yes, I have tried that sex style,” I replied.
        “Then you know how to do it,” Peter said. “But just one extra thing.”
        He reached over and grabbed the hat Ian wore when he was out in the sun. Lifting it, he pushed it on my head.
        “There, you’re a cowgirl now. Get to work. Giddy-up.”
        I giggled at that. Putting my hands on my hips I said, “Peter, you have so many jokes. You are a very frustrating man.”
        “Well, if you stop talking and put your pussy on my cock then perhaps you won’t be so frustrated.”
        I started laughing at how he cleverly twisted my English words. I laughed so much that he reached to hold my waist to stop me from falling.
        “Peter, you are an impossible Man!”
        He just laughed. “That’s not the first time I’ve been told that by a woman.”

        “Come on, Jasmine,” he said. “Serious now. Let’s do this.”
        “Ok,” I gave a nervous giggle. “Serious? Can you be, serious?”
        He didn’t reply just smiled as he lay back, waiting for me to get over him. I lifted my leg so I was sitting, a leg on each side of his thighs. I looked down to see he was watching me. I knew he had left it for me to do that fucking of him and he wanted to see how good I could do it; I think. So, I made my mind to give him the best I was able to give. Even if I missed getting to the orgasm the first time. As long as it was good for him. I knew he would make it up to me later.
        I reached forward to take his cock with my hand, giving him a few pumps before moving forward to present him to my pussy. I looked down as I pushed my lips against him and felt the cock head stretch me to enter. Still being new at this sex, I was still amazed at how my body could take a cock inside. And it didn’t hurt at all, in fact, it felt quite nice.
        This is how it was with Peter too. I took his cock to me and was enjoying him too. As I did the movements and fucking process, his hand reached to my breasts. It was good and soon I came to know we were both working towards our climax together.
        This sex was like that. It was nice, becoming good, becoming great, becoming amazing and then it was like, Wow!
        It was then that he taught me something I had never known, how I could make it better by adjusting the entry angle. I was surprised, my eyes opened fully as the feeling of my orgasm overcame me. As the power surged through my body, I came to realize that he was under orgasm too.
        There was nothing more I could do but fall forward against him, my breasts pressing to him as his strong arms wrapped to hold me. We lay together closely as we recovered our breathing.
        “That was good, Jasmine,” he breathed to me.
        I lifted my head to say thanks to him in return. It was not how I planned but I was so happy. I had had sex to this experienced man, and he was happy with me. This was a big success.

        That wasn’t the only way with him that night. We did it another two times before we could sleep. For the first time, I took his cock to suck him, get him hard again. To my surprise, it didn’t take much from me before his cock was standing up ready for fun.
        Of course, I don’t need to say that I was ready too. Just doing that for him, making his cock from soft to hard had been exciting for me. I knew I was ready. My pussy was ready for more too.
        He pushed me back against the billows and I knew that this time he would be on the top. His hand reached down to touch my pussy, his fingers brushing over my wet lips a few times. I was wondering if he would stop and play with me there. Maybe he would even go down on me and eat me. But no, he was just checking my condition. When he found me wet, he was ready to move on.
        The second time we did it, he was on the top. He was gentle at first. Pressing against my pussy until she opened to allow him. I felt how a few slow thrusts allowed him to go deeper and deeper and soon I came to know that I was taking almost all of him.
        As we settled into the fucking, he began to get faster, and I think a bit harder with me which I kind of liked. This cock moving inside me quickly became very good. Soon I knew my body was getting ready for the orgasm again.
        This concerned me a bit because I was wondering where he was. But soon my body was taking control of my mind and I forgot about him as my climax too over.
        “How was that?” he whispered to me.
        “It was great, Peter,” I replied to him. “But what about you? You didn’t cum.”
        “It’s all good, Jasmine. You were just a little bit quick for me.”
        “Oh, I’m sorry...”
        “It’s all good, Jasmine. Let’s do doggy so I can finish off.”

        I knew what he meant by ‘Doggy’ so that was the way we did it. I was on my hands and knees when he pushed inside me from behind. I don’t think this position is so sexy for me, but I was happy if only he would make a cum. But I was mistaken about that.
        He started slowly again, and I could feel him going almost all the way in. Long strokes would bring his body right up against my bum cheeks each time. I liked the feeling of that way fucking, but I was sure it would not work for me.
        I could hear from his breathing that he was getting here now. I knew within moments his cock would be shooting more man-juice inside me. I was ready for that. Yes, he was close now. Almost there!
        Suddenly, I felt a hand under me, between my legs. Some fingers found my swollen clitty and he pinched her hard. I would think that it would hurt. Maybe it was a bit hurt but also there was excitement too. My orgasm, who I didn’t even know was coming, suddenly exploded within my body. I think the way my body reacted and my pussy gripped him did it for him too.
        I fell forward on the bed from my cum and I could feel the last shots of his cum as the drops landed on my bum. Oh, that was sexy too.
        I lay there, recovering. Then I felt him use a towel to wipe over my bum checks, taking his cum from me. I think it was at that moment that I realised we were done for that evening. But it had been good for both of us and I was happy. And I had discovered the secret of the Doggy position for women. I bit of pussy stimulation will make her cum. Well, for me it does anyway.
        He lay on the bed and reached up for me. “Come on, Jasmine,” he said.
        I lay down and cuddled up to him. He was on his back, and I was on my side against him. It seemed natural to lift one leg over his leg and I could feel my pussy pressing against his thigh. My breasts were against the side of his chest as his arm reached around to hold me tight.
        We talked quickly for a few moments before the sleep came to me. He told me later that he was sleeping just after I was too.

        I awoke and he was lying beside me. During the night, my leg moved off him but I still lay on my side facing him. I was watching him, observing all of his nakedness, as he lay on his back, his body in his sleep. Peter is a handsome man and I like looking at him.
        I am fascinated by Western men too. Their light skin colour and their light brown hair and bright blue eyes. This man was almost blonde in his hair colour but then I saw his pubic hair was of a darker colour brown. Very interesting to see. I wondered why that was and thought I would ask him later.
        Then I observed his cock, how in its soft state it hung over his balls. I couldn’t resist the temptation to touch him and to my delight, it gave a movement. That made me giggle. I did it again and got the same reaction. I giggled again. It was fun to see. I tried a few more times and each time the cock gave a little jump and then it began to grow which made it even better.
        I was so busy playing I forgot to look at him. When I did his eyes were open, looking at me.
        “Having fun, are we?” he asked.
        “Yes,” I laughed.
        I touched his cock, and it gave a jerk again.
        “See what I mean.”
        “Get him hard and you can have even more fun,” Peter said.
        I knew what he meant. He wanted me to fuck him again. Another round of hot sex together and then we can go take an early morning swim like he promised me.
        I knew enough to know the quickest way to get a man hard. Kneeling beside him, I took his cock with my hand, playing with it and pumping it as it continued to grow. Peter has quite an impressive cock. Seeing it in daylight was better than the night before. I was interested in viewing him. I was also happy to observe the erection process. Watch as he hardened and grew.
        Oral came next but with a different variation this time. I was sitting with a leg on either side of him, getting ready to ride him again and do Cowgirl. But he stopped me. “I want to eat that pussy first before we fuck. Come up here, Jasmine.”
        I did as he asked, moving up his body until I could present my pussy to his mouth. I was wet with my cum juice and probably his juice leaking from the night before but it seems he didn’t mind at all. He gave me a generous licking all over until his hands reached up to pull my lips open.
        I knew at this moment I knew I was more exposed to a man than I had ever been before, but I didn’t mind in the least. I wanted him to see me like that but even more, I wanted him to lick me and eat me like that.
        And it was great. The feelings from my pussy were amazing. He was a skilled man and knew how to hold me just below my peak. Finally, he let me cum and then quickly sent me into a second cum.
        “Now fuck me,” he told me. “Make me cum too.”
        I moved down his body to find he was still hard. Taking hold of him, I was sitting over him as I guided him into my pussy. It took a couple of attempts but soon I was able to sink down onto him with that delicious feeling of a pussy full of cock.
        Moving my hips slowly, I was allowing his cock to slide in and out of my pussy. It felt good going slowly like that. Not enough to get to the orgasm but enough to enjoy. We both knew the orgasms would come a bit later.
        In the soft morning light before dawn, I was looking down at him and he was looking back to me. I could see he was looking at my chest and looked down to see my breasts were moving with me as I moved.
        Soon his hands reached for me, holding each one until his fingers found my nipples. He played with them and rolled them between his fingers. Oh, that was good too. I have already told how much I like my nipples touched. Then suddenly, he pinched and pulled on me.
        He did it again. Gave me a surprise which made me cum. I gasped as my surprise orgasm hit me. When I recovered enough to open my eyes, he was looking up at me laughing.
        “Got you again,” he laughed.
        I reached down with my hand and gave his chest a hard slap.
        That just made him laugh again.
        “Come on, Jasmine,” he said. “Get going again. Ride me and make it good for both of us.”
        It was a challenge from him. But I was happy. I knew I could do it good for him. Good for both of us. I knew it would be for me to make us both cum.
        I started slowly again but quickly I sped up. I could feel how his cock was feeling within me. The way it was sliding in and out was quickly getting to me. The look of his face was telling it was good for him too.
        I heard the moan and opened my eyes to see him. He was almost there. It hit him and me knowing it was a big one. As his body went through orgasm, I leaned forward to bring his sliding cock to rub against my pussy. I few like that and I was there too. A good cum before I fell forward to relax against him.

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        We were lying together when I heard a voice quietly calling. “Peter, are you there?”
        I was shocked as I recognized that voice. It was my father (Mootie).
        “Yeah, mate,” Peter replied. “Come on in.”
        “Peter!” I gasped, realizing my nudity and he had just invited another man, my father into the tent.
        Grabbing the sheet, I pulled it up to cover myself as Dad came in.
        “Hello Jasmine,” Dad said as he saw me. “Did you have a good night?”
        I knew what his question meant and was embarrassed that he was asking about my private sex life. But I realized it was only out of concern for me, so I was happy to reply, “It was great Dad.”
        Peter just nodded with a smile and asked, “Who did you get?” he asked Dad.
        “Joyce from Aussy. She’s a little fire firecracker too. I got lucky with her.” Then Dad looked at me and added, “Looks like you got lucky too, Peter.”
        “Yes,” Peter replied. “Jasmine is a lovely girl.” I noticed he didn’t say about me sexually.
        I was surprised to hear these two men, one of them my father, compare the women they were with. But both seemed positive about me, so I was happy.

        “You still in for that nude run this morning?” Dad (Mootie) asked.
        “Sure, Mootie. Who’s coming?”
        “We’ve got Steve, Jeremy and Ian. I don’t think there will be any others able to make it.”
        Both men laughed at that. Then Dad turned to me. “What about you, Jasmine? Want to come with us?”
        “Where are you going?”
        “To the top of that hill up behind the camp and then down to the beach for a swim.”
        “I’ve got no clothes,” I replied.
        “Neither have we. We are going naked.”
        “You are going nude?” I gasped in surprise.
        “Yeah,” he laughed. “Naked usually means you are nude.” And both men laughed.
        There they were again, teasing me, but I didn’t really mind.

        I thought about it for a moment. I was going nude with these five men. It was something to think about. Peter must have realized what I was thinking as he said it was OK, just running and swimming. I knew they would take care of me and my father was with them too. To my own surprise, I found myself agreeing to go.
        As we were about to leave the tent, Peter said, “We can’t have you running around naked, Jasmine. Here, put this on.”
        He had reached for Ian’s hat again and put it on my head.
        As I left the tent, Ian saw me and said, “Hey! That’s my hat.”
        Peter said, “Jasmine is a cowgirl now. She rides really well.”
        “Peter!” I spoke. “Don’t say that!”
        “Does she?” Ian asked.
        I was embarrassed as he was telling them of my sexual performance. But soon everyone was laughing. This man Peter! He is so bad! And I told him so but those men just laughed at my embarrassment.
        “If she is that good, then I guess she’s earned it. You can keep it Jasmine,” Ian said.
        So that is how I got to own this great cowgirl hat.
        “Then Ian added, “But you’ve got to show me how well you ride later.”
        Now Ian was being as bad as Peter. He was asking for sex with these other men watching. Even suggesting what sexual position we would be using.

        So, four men and this one Indian girl left the camp to run to the hilltop. There was Dad (Mootie); Steve; Jeremy; Ian and Peter. All of us were brave to be venturing outside the camp while we remained naked. Well, almost naked, we did have one cowboy hat between us.

        Peter: - (That was five men, Jasmine. I see you still can’t count. – Peter.)

        Jasmine - Five? Four? What does it matter? You were all cheating against me.)

        At first, the track was easy and then it became steep. It was even harder because the ground was made from soft sand which slipped as we ran. The men became quite competitive, trying to trip and push each other from the track in a contest to be first to the top.
        These were all big men, and I am only small and a light body. I stayed away from their rough play so I wouldn’t be hurt. It was now almost to the top and the contest between the four became intense. I saw my chance, ran past them and up the final slope to the top.
        The four men saw me and set off after me, but they were too slow for me and I beat them to the top. “Haha!” I proclaimed. “I beat you all.”
        They tried to protest it wasn’t fair, but I insisted, that the first to the top must be a winner no matter how they do it.

        So, Dad and Peter insisted it must be another race back to the beach. They would make this an official race by Steve calling the start.
        “On your mark!” Steve called.
        We got ready with a man on either side of me.
        “Get set!” came Steve’s next call.
        I was ready, leaning forward and ready to run my hardest.
        “Go!” called Steve.
        Two men sprung forward and began to run. The other two reached to grab me by an arm each. Then one stepped behind me, his arms wrapped around me holding me tightly. His hands were on my breasts too.
        “Hey!” I called. “Not fair.”
        “All is fair, Jasmine,” said Jeremy’s voice behind me. “It is the one who gets there first that counts. Nothing else matters.”
        So, when he let me go, I ran down with Steve and Jeremy. It was no race as the other two had already won by their cheating.

        That lake was cold. My body was hot from running which made it feel even worse. Maybe I should say, more of a contrast between my warm body and the cold of the water. But it was still refreshing, I enjoyed it, joining in the playing and splashing with these men.
        So that is how I walked up the beach for breakfast. These four men were naked, and I was wearing nothing but a cowboy hat. Some of the women were up and beginning cooking preparations. They looked up and saw us, probably wondering what I was doing with these naughty men.

        Peter: - (Five men Jasmine. Get it right!)

        jasmine: - (The number doesn't matter, Peter. Now get away from my story!)

        I was so pleased with doing an early morning nude run that I had to tell my friends about it. They were single girls about my age. They were all excited about the idea and asked if they could join us the next morning.
        I wasn’t sure if those men were going again so I said I would ask Ian.
        He seemed very open to the idea, especially when he heard five young women would be joining their naked run. So, I agreed we would each bring our friends and meet him in the morning.
        When I told the girls, they were all excited. So, including me, five women about my age were going to enjoy this nude run to the top of the hill. The women were, Sabreena and Jaynitha from New Zealand; Cathy from Australia; and Riya and Jasmine (me) from India.

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        But before that, there are a few more events I need to tell you about. After lunch, a few of the men and two women had taken all the younger kids around to the main beach on the other side of the lake. This is the most popular place on the lake and becomes very busy during the summer holidays. (Ice creams at the beach shop and swimming)
        Some had gone in some cars and Brian had taken his boat over too.
        This meant that during the afternoon it was very quiet around the camp. It looked like most of the adults were tired and wanted to go to their tents to rest. Must have all had a hard night it seems. I was walking along the track to where there were some toilets and a shower block that looked like it had recently been built.
        I wore my bikini to the shower block but had removed it as soon as I got inside the ladies’ showers. There were four open showers along one wall with two closed shower cubicles at the far end. Outside between the entrances for the men and women, there were some more showers on the outside of the building. But the problem was that the four showers inside were being used.
        Not being bothered by nudity, I walked outside naked and began using one of the outside showers. I was soaping myself down and noticed there was still some of Peter’s cum leaking from my pussy. Not thinking that others could see me, I reached down, pulling back my pussy lips to clean myself inside.

        “Need a hand with that?” I heard the Japanese man, Kenshin say.
        I looked up to see who it was and when I saw it was him, I couldn’t help but notice that his cock was hard. Before I could think of a reply, had had joined me under the water.
        First, we were in a tight embrace, our arms around each other as we engaged in a passionate kiss. Yes, you know the one, where the tongue is used too. I like that and this man was a good kisser. I was enjoying with him. It was even better that we were doing it under the falling water of the shower.
        Soon our kissing became touching too. I hand my hand wrapped around that nice cock while his hand was exploring my pussy. Yes, his hand was welcome to be there too. While we were doing we were continuing the kissing so we lost track of whether anyone was nearby and watching us.
        “Get a room you two,” I heard Shanti say and I looked up to see that she and Amita were watching me. But the worst was, my mum (Hansini) was there too.
        “We’ve got a tent,” Kenshin laughed. “Would that do?”
        “Yeah,” Shanti replied.
        So, turning off the shower, I left with Kenshin. He reached to take my hand and we were giggling like children at being caught by Shanti. Of course, I knew we weren’t in trouble. She was just joking with us but it was still funny.

        In his tent, Kenshin didn’t hold back. There wasn’t much foreplay before we were into the sex. It was a bit rougher than I had experienced before but I was OK with it. He was on top and I was the one under. I opened my legs for him and he came at me, his cock driving into my wet pussy.
        Soon we were fucking and enjoying it. While Kenshin looks lighter in build than some of the other men, I came to know that he was still strong and fit. His powerful fucking was doing for me too. I had cum at least twice before he delivered his load into me.
        Yes, that was it. It was just two people fucking and giving each other release. Not that I got to do too much giving with him on top of me like that. We sat together as we recovered before he announced he was going for a shower.
        I decided to go with him, and we ended up showering together at the outside shower where I had been before. This time we rubbed soap all over our bodies as we cleaned each other but it wasn’t sexual this time, just washing.
        Afterwards, I managed to grab my bikini which I had left on the bench in the ladies’ room.

        I had finished with Kenshin, as he was gone when I came out of the lady's shower room. I was wearing my bikini again as I wandered over to see what was going on in the cooking and eating area. Mum was there and some other ladies too. There were a few men, like Mike, Sarvesh and Donald there.
        “Bit steamy outside the shower,” Mum said.
        I nodded and smiled. “Sorry, Mum,” I replied.
        “It’s OK, honey. I could see you were enjoying yourself.”
        I just nodded thanks to her.
        “Was Kenshin good?” Mum asked.
        I hesitated to reply. It was Mum, asking me about a performance of another man.
        “It’s OK, Jasmine. You are a woman now. Us women talk about the men, as long as we don’t say something bad.”
        “He was fine,” I replied.
        “Just fine?” she asked, looking a bit concerned.
        “Yes, we both cum but I think it was a bit rushed.”
        She just nodded and then said, “I expect Peter was a lot better. You spent the whole night with him.”
        “Yes, Mum. He was great. We did a lot last night. But I think he had too many jokes.”
        “Peter is like that. But it’s part of the fun being with him. Lots of laughing,” Mum said.
        “Have you been with him too?” I asked. Which I think now was kind of a dumb question.
        “Yes, I few times. He is always great. But what is more important is that he is a considerate lover. All of the men here are. They think about their sex partner's enjoyment too.”
        This conversation surprised me. It was not that I was discussing sex with my mother but others were listening, both men and women. I was thankful that the subject was dropped after that.

        It was then that Peter walked in, followed by a group of kids. They grabbed cold drinks and snacks and then Peter announced they were going swimming if any of us wanted to come.
        “Didn’t you go swimming at the other beach?” Sarvesh asked.
        “Sure, we did but the kids can’t keep out of the water. We’re going in again,” Peter said.
        Since it wasn’t time to start dinner yet, most of those present decided to follow Peter and the kids. I went too. I was getting lots of swimming this holiday and I was enjoying it.
        So that decided it. We all went for a quick swim before beginning the cooking preparations. Yes, it was swimming nude since most like me were nude all the time anyway. Others who did wear any clothing quickly stripped them off to join us.
        Some had some games on the beach with the kids but after our swim, I returned with Mum and some other ladies to help with the cooking. The conversation had quickly become sexual again. I didn’t get involved but I was interested in hearing what they were saying.
        It seems each had a good story to tell about their sexual activities. Suddenly, they turned to me and asked what was the sexiest thing I had done. I was embarrassed as they had all stopped to look at me. Five ladies waiting for me to speak.
        “You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to,” Mum said, noticing my embarrassment.
        “It’s OK Mum. I’ve got a story.”
        She smiled at me, I think proud that I could join in.
        “My sexiest time was when we were watching Sexy Kareens’ last show. Michael was beside me. I noticed he was hard and I began to play. I like playing with cocks,” I told them.
        “Don’t we all, Honey,” I heard Shanti say.
        I giggled with the other women before I continued. “Soon he was touching me. His fingers were down there… you know… Making me wet. I was getting horny and was willing when he asked me to fuck. He was sitting on the couch so the best way was to sit over him with a leg on each side. But the problem with this was I couldn’t watch the screen. So I turned around and sat over him that way.”
        I looked around the kitchen area and all five ladies were watching me.
        “Well, when I opened my legs over him and sat down, I was surprised how easy he went in.”
        “You were so horny, I think,” Auntie Amita said.
        “Yes,” I agreed. “I think that was part of it. Well, as we started, I looked at the big screen and saw Jenny and Sharon making out with each other. That was so hot it almost made me cum. I couldn’t take my eyes off what they were doing.
        Meanwhile, Micheal’s hands began playing with me. My tits and also my pussy. It was getting me hotter and hotter and I knew I was close to me cum. It was then that Jagesh said, ‘I think everyone is watching us too.’ That was too much for Riya. She cried out and cum. I looked up and saw our zoom box on the other screen. I could see me too. It was so exposing. With seeing that and hearing Riya cum, it was too much. I cum too.”
        “I went to get off Michael, but he is stronger than me. He held me there with his cock still deep side me. He was slowly thrusting into me while the show continued. I couldn’t move, couldn’t hide myself. I could just sit there as he held me. I must admit, it was very sexy and soon I was enjoying all that was happening. Yes, I cum two more times during that show and he finished himself and I could escape from him.”
        “My son is a very naughty boy doing that to you, Jasmine,” Shanti laughed.
        “Yes,” Amita agreed, “but I’d do it with him too.”
        “So would I,” Mum laughed. “Putting on the sexy show like that must have been so hot!”
        “Those young guys always have hard cocks,” Kala laughed. “Count me in too.”
        I didn’t reply. I just smiled. I was so pleased I had a story to share that those ladies all liked. But I was a bit surprised when Mum and Amita admitted they would like to be with a young man too.

        After dinner, we sat around the ‘fire’ light and Uncle Tom told us a great story about when he was a boy living on the farm he owns now. It seems he used to go camping at his place. It also seems that they used to have sing-a-longs around the campfire. What he didn’t notice was that his wife Betty had slipped away to their tent and brought back a guitar.
        It didn’t take much encouragement for him to pick up the guitar and start playing. We sang some New Zealand songs and some from Australia. Then we sang some songs in Tamil from India. It was good fun even when many of the songs some of us didn’t know. Everyone, including all the kids, had great fun.
        It was then that Tom had a song about an old lady who swallowed a fly. That was silly but got increasingly funny as the animals got bigger. Soon we were all singing the chorus part with him. It was a fun song.
        Mike came back with a song about a meatball all covered in cheese that rolled out the door. Another nonsense song for us to enjoy.
        Jenny and Peter joined with their two daughters to sing the parts song about a Hole in My Bucket.” Jenny and Carol sang one part; Peter and Kirsten sang the other. We did that a few times with others trying it but missing parts out that made it too funny.
        Simon suggested tongue twisters. That was fun, even when he challenged me to try. I got so messed up when I said it fast. Everyone was laughing.
        It was a fun night and late when we sent the kids to bed. I noticed that some of the little kids were already asleep and were carried by the men.

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        After all the kids had left for the fun tents that had been set up partly hidden behind a small dune, those swapping and visiting could freely move between each other’s tents.
        Sabreena had told me she was having some visitors in our tent. Kalki and Sairu were coming with their husbands. That was a lot for our small tent but I expected she would get some fun with them. I heard Riya had a fun night with them in Australia. She invited me to stay but I told her I had other plans; I was visiting Ian.
        I heard later that Payam had arrived at our tent and invited Sabby back to their tent. I also heard the two Japanese couples had become involved too. Wow! That must have been a big night for her. No wonder she didn’t make it on our run the next morning and couldn’t get out of bed until almost lunchtime.
        Following up on what Ian had asked me, I went over to the same tent I had spent the night before. I met a few people moving about and a few still sitting by the fire ring talking. There looked to be something going on with a group over near Sarvesh’s tent, but it was a bit hard to see in the dark.
        Then I heard Riya’s voice calling me, “Jasmine! Where are you going?” she asked as she ran to catch me.
        “Ian had invited me for the night,” I replied.
        “That explains the cowboy hat,” she laughed.
        Yes, I was wearing that hat again. I like it.
        “What are you doing tonight?” I asked her.
        “I’m going to see Tom and Betty. I think Ragesh will be there too.”
        “Kalki and Sairu like him. I’ve heard he is a naughty old man,” I told her.
        “I hope so,” Riya giggled back to me.

        I softly called as I approached their tent and Kala called for me to come in. I was surprised to find Kala there and wondered where she was going for the night. It didn’t look like she was getting ready to leave.
        “Are you staying, Kala?” I asked her.
        “Yeah, I was thinking about joining in if you don’t mind, Jasmine,” she replied.
        I said I was OK with it but still I wondered what she would do. Soon they were sitting on each side of me, Ian was leaning down sucking my nipple as Kala held me. I think she was about to suck my other nipple. I was hoping she was.

        Suddenly, Sandra burst into the tent. Sandra is their daughter, a girl of about 12 or 13, I think. “Hey, Mum! I just come back to get...” She stopped when she saw me. “Jasmine, what are you doing here?”
        “I’ve come to visit Ian,” I said. I didn’t know what else to tell her.
        “You mean...” she began in surprise. “Dad! You cradle snatcher! She’s young enough to be your daughter!”
        “Sandra! Watch what you’re saying, girl,” Kala told her.
        “But it’s true. We aren’t stupid. We know what all of you are doing,” Sandra said.
        Kala and Ian looked at each other a bit shocked.
        “What are we doing?” asked Kala.
        “All the swapping and sex. As soon as we leave for the fun tents.”
        “Sandra, you are too young to know about that,” Ian said.
        “Yeah, Dad. I’m too young but I still know. The twins told us they caught people doing things last year. That is why you get rid of us each night. Have different guards with us.”
        This was a surprise, but Kala and Ian seemed to recover quickly. It seemed their best defence was to attack. “Whatever we are doing is none of your business young lady,” Ian said with a stern voice. “You get back to the fun tents now or there’s going to be trouble.”
        “And don’t talk with your friends about it. I will be speaking to Jenny in the morning about the twins too,” Kala said looking angry.
        Sandra is a smart girl. She saw it was time she got out of there. I don’t know what she came back for, but she never took it with her.

        A few moments later, Kala went after her, following her back to the kid’s tents. It was quite a while before Kala came back. Meanwhile, Ian hadn’t started anything with me and I was beginning to wonder if my night of fun was over before it began.
        It appeared that Sandra had gone straight back but got caught by Mike as she was sneaking back in. He and Shanti had noticed Shandra was missing and Mike was watching for her.
        He was talking to her when Kala arrived. Mike and Shanti were the guards that night. Kala told them what Sandra had said. Mike suggested they have a camp meeting the following morning.

        When Kala arrived back in the tent she found Ian and I doing Cowgirl style. Kala stopped to watch us for a while before she said, “Well, does Jasmine ride as well as Peter said she did?”
        That surprised me. Kala was asking her husband how good I was.
        “She’s pretty good,” Ian replied. “Doing it for me.”
        I was happy he said that.
        One thing that you notice about Kala is her very large breasts, made to look even larger with her slim waist and body. She appears to be very fit and I think strong too.
        Anyway, soon Kala was sitting behind me. As I continued fucking her husband, she was reaching around with her hands to my chest while her breasts were pressed against my back. You know how much I like my breasts played with and with a woman doing it, I liked that too.
        Soon, both Kala and I saw that Ian was getting close.
        “Lean forward,” she whispered in my ear. “Go a bit faster.”
        I did as she asked and immediately got a reaction from Ian. I heard him groan and knew within moments my pussy would be receiving his cum. It was then I felt the soft woman's fingers of Kala touching my clitty. I was so excited already, that tiny touch was enough to send me off. Ian and I both cum at the same time. It was very good, Kala could make us do that.
        The next part was with Kala and me while Ian watched. I was a bit unsure so she went with me first. We cuddled a bit and then tried the kissing. It was not the first time I had kissed passionately with a woman and I knew I liked it.
        From there she moved straight down to my pussy. That must have been a bit messy with Ian having been there first. I’m sure there was some of his cum leaking from me, but it didn’t seem like Kala minded. She licked over me there and then pulled my pussy lips back to press deeper inside me. It was good but soon became great as she was able to reach me to orgasm.
        By now, Ian was playing with my breasts and nipples while I laid back on the camp bed. Soon Ian had joined her while I was enjoying the attention from both of them. When they realised I was ready, Ian was ready too and as I lay there, he came down on top of me. Yes, it was good for me again with another orgasm coming to me. He cum too, putting more of his man-juice within me.
        I was finished by that time and I watched Ian and Kala together. Somehow, she got him hard again so she could enjoy him. It was good fucking, good to watch them too. It was quite rough sex that this big man was giving to his wife but she is strong too. I had the impression she was enjoying him.
        When they finished they looked over at me. Maybe wondering if I wanted more. Then they invited me to join them for sleeping. I lay on my side between them. Kala came in behind me to press her body against my back. She pushed me harder against Ian’s back too. That is how we were until we awoke again as it was just getting light.
        “Come on, Jasmine,” Ian said. “Let’s go for that run.”
        I got up to join him as he invited Kala to join us too. She was still half asleep and just moaned as she rolled away from us. She wouldn’t be running that morning. She was interested in more sleeping.

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        The next morning, when we met the men there were six of them too. They were Peter, Mike and Steve from New Zealand; Jeremy, Ian and Gordon from Australia.
        I would have thought it would be even with five on each side. I didn’t allow Gordon would be there too. But they all were naked and we women were too so now we were ready to go.
        Suddenly Ian looked at me and said, “Hey Jasmine, where is your cowgirl hat?”
        “I didn’t think I needed it,” I replied.
        “Of course, you do. Go get it, honey, it suits you better than me.”
        So, I went and got the hat Ian had given me and wore it back to those waiting.
        “That’s better, honey. We don’t want anyone thinking this is a nude run or something, do we?”
        It was then that I noticed Sabby wasn’t there. “Where is Sabreena?” I asked.
        “She got into that party going on in Sayako’s tent. Four couples were there. Her brother told me about it,” Jaynitha said. “I think he was there too.”
        “Must have been fun,” Mike said.
        “She was too tired when I went to get her up,” Jaynitha added, laughing. She seemed to think it was funny.
        So, there we were six men and four women with no clothes other than one cowgirl hat between us. It was the same as the first morning, a run, well race actually, to the top of the hill and then another race down to the lake for an early morning cold swim before we went back to the kitchen area for a hot cup of coffee.
        This time it was a girl who won both races because I was able to warn my friends of the men’s sneaky tactics. We made a point of this to the men saying women were better than men. This awarded us with all getting ducked in the lake a couple of times to prove that men were better.
        When I said that just because they are bigger and stronger, that doesn’t make them better. That rewarded me with two men picking me up and throwing me into the lake water again.
        See how women are better. It takes two big men to throw one little girl into the lake!

THE END!!

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