|No Regrets Part
by AnonSky ©
Tracey woke first and had to take a second to get her bearings. She could hear the rain hitting the tent and the rumble of distant thunder. "This is going to be a great day," thought Tracey. "Where did all this rain come from? It wasn't in the forecast, she and Susan had checked. I wonder what time it is...must be about six or six thirty," mused Tracey.
Tracey needed the bathroom bad. Slipping a rain coat over her naked body, she ran across the access road to the Porta-John. As she went out, she had noticed that Susan and Allan were still asleep. As Tracey came back into the tent, Susan opened her eyes and smiled at Tracey.....Susan was still snuggled in Allan's arms in the large sleeping bag.
Mouthing a quiet, "Good Morning, Sis," Tracey removed the rain coat and stood there naked, stretching her arms wide to relieve the kinks from sleeping on the air mattress. As she stretched, Allan awoke and stared at her.
"Oh man," said Allan, "this is the way to wake up....holding one beautiful naked girl in my arms and watching another beautiful naked girl do exercises."
Tracey laughed, not at all self conscious about her nakedness, "I'm not exercising, I'm trying to get the kinks out."
Susan unzipped the sleeping bag and threw the cover off Allan and herself. Allan's prick was standing at full attention, rock hard, its crown almost purple from the engorged blood. "Oh look here, the little fellow is already up and I do mean UP," said Susan. She leaned over and kissed the head of Allan's prick letting her lips slip over just the head. Susan raised up and looked at Tracey, "You wanted to taste Allan's cum....you want some directly from the source?" asked Susan.
"I sure do," said Tracey as she laid down between Allan's legs with her mouth positioned over his prick. She could smell the cum and pussy juices from last night that had dried in the hair around his prick. Tracey looked up at Allan, "If I don't do this right, tell me. Last night was the first time I'd ever had a prick in my mouth." Tracey lowered her head and tongued the head of Allan's prick... pressing it back against his stomach, she ran her tongue down the underside of his prick to his balls and tongued those. Running her lips up his shaft, she slipped her lips over the head of his prick and took him as deep into her mouth as she could, feeling the large head of his prick fill the back of her mouth and her throat.
"You're doing fine, Tracey." As Tracey's tongue massaged the head of his prick and her lips moved up and down on his shaft, Allan groaned softly, "You're doing better than fine....that's great. I can't believe this is your first time."
Susan gave Allan a quick kiss. "Not only is this her first blow job, but last night was the first time she had ever been fucked by a guy."
"I didn't know....I didn't feel anything last night....except she was tight, really tight," said Allan.
Susan laughed, "Her old boyfriend stuck his cock in her, but when he busted her cherry the blood scared him and he wouldn't go on."
Tracey lifted her mouth from Allan's prick, "That's okay....last night made up for that. I'm glad my cherry was already taken care of...."
Susan placed her hand on top of Tracey's head and push it down...back to Allan's prick. "You suck, honey, we'll talk," said Susan, "you can't talk with your mouth full."
Tracey cupped Allan's balls in her hands and played with them as she continued to moved her mouth up and down on Allan's prick. She could feel Allan making small thrusts upward with his hips as she sucked him. Lifting her head, Tracey looked at Allan, "Tell me when you're going to come - I want to see the first shot," lowering her head Tracey resumed sucking his prick.
After a few minutes Tracey felt Allan's legs twitch...she could feel his thigh muscles tighten up. Allan said, "Oh that's good....real good...suck harder....that's it harder, you won't hurt it.....Ohhh....Ohhhh.....I'm fixing to come." Tracey moved her mouth about six inches back from the head of Allan's prick. Opening her mouth as wide as she could, she stroked Allan's prick intending to watch him cum and catch it in her mouth. She felt Allan's prick throb and saw the first spurt of cum, a large one, erupt from the head of his prick. She hadn't expected it to come out with such force....it missed her mouth hitting her on her nose and left cheek...the second spurt hit her lips and mouth before she quickly engulfed his prick, sucking him deep into her mouth. She could feel his prick throb and pulse as he pumped his cum into her mouth. Tracey continued to suck him until she felt the hard prick begin to soften and shrivel.
Tracey kissed Allan's prick one last time, then raising up gave Allan a deep kiss, running her tongue into his mouth letting him taste his own cum. "Hmmm, you really taste good," said Tracey, as she broke the kiss. "Susie said your cum tasted sweet....it does. I liked that.....God, it was like holding my mouth over the water hose and having Susie turn the water on." Susan pulled Tracey to her, gave her a quick kiss, and then proceeded to lick the cum off Tracey's nose and cheek.
Allan gave each of them a quick kiss and got up, his prick now hanging limply between his legs. "That's a nice way to wake up," said Allan. "I could get used to that."
Susan laughed, "I bet you could." "We need to get cleaned up....I need a shower," said Susan. "Me too," echoed Tracey.
"We'll take the car up to the public bath-house -- I'll unhook the boat. We can get cleaned up, then have breakfast at the Park Lodge. There's no sense trying to cook anything in this rain," said Allan. "Then we can decide what we want to do today."
Tracey and Susan were still sitting on the sleeping bag, and Tracey's head was about level with Allan's limp prick. Cupping his balls and prick in her hand, Tracey said, "If nothing else, we can come back here and play around." Tracey gave Allan's limp prick a soft kiss, "After Susan's little fellow here has caught his breath." All three laughed happily at Tracey's suggestion.
"Jesus, it's pouring down," yelled Allan as they came literally tumbling back in the tent to get away from the downpour. "I'm glad this site is on high ground....we'd be flooded otherwise."
They had gotten cleaned up and had breakfast in the cafeteria style restaurant at the Park Lodge and killed some time in the gift shop and the small museum for the Civil War battlefield that was part of the Park. They had watched the local weather on the TV at the Lodge.
"What did that weather man call it" asked Susan, "a stationary front?"
"Said it was going to be like this until tomorrow," said Allan. It had gotten noticeably darker when they left the lodge and just as they arrived at the tent site the downpour started. The interior of the tent was quite dark. Allan tried turning on the light bulb hanging from the tent's center pole, but the power was still off.
"Gals, I'm sorry....I didn't think we would run into this kind of weather," said Allan.
Susan gave Allan a kiss. "Don't be silly, it's not your fault.....Tracey and I checked the weather before we left yesterday, it was suppose to be cloudy but nice," said Susan, hugging Allan. "We'll have to rough it," she said laughing, "just like the pioneers."
At that moment they heard someone yell, "Any one home?" They hadn't heard the jeep drive up with all the rain and thunder. A young man in a raincoat and rain hat walked up to the front of the tent and standing under the front awning removed his hat and shook it. He looked at the three of them and smiled. "Sorry, to bother you. I'm a Park Ranger and we're just checking to be sure everyone is okay in all this weather. The name's Brent Mosser," he said holding out his hand to Allan. "Looks like you guys are ok....nice and dry."
They all introduced themselves. Brent was about Allan's age and after a few minutes discussion they found out that Brent was also a Junior at the university, majoring in Forestry. He was working as a summer employee at the Park.
"I'd better getting going, I've still got about a dozen sites to check," said Brent. Luckily there aren't very many people here this week....if this were Labor Day week, it would be a madhouse." Brent glance around at the tent, "You guys are in good shape, you've got a good tent and this is an excellent site. If you do have any problems, there is an emergency phone up at the bathhouse....you can't call anywhere on it....it's connected directly to the Ranger office. Some one is there 24 hours, so if you run into any problems just call."
They stood under the awning and watched Brent run to his jeep....he gave them a wave as he drove away. "You know, he was kinda cute, wasn't he," said Tracey. "May be he'll check on us again."
Susan laughed, "From the way he looked at you with that outfit you have on, I wouldn't be surprised if he came around again." Tracey was wearing white shorts, almost 'Hot Pants' that let the cheeks of her ass peek out the back, and a tight white halter top. "I don't think he even noticed Allan and I were here."
Tracey blushed at Susan's teasing, "It wasn't that bad.......was it?"
They sat down on the air mattress's just inside the tent. After a few minutes discussion they had decided they would just stay there, in the tent, rather than get out in the weather.
"I know," said Tracey, "lets play cards......lets play Strip Poker.....I've always wanted to do that."
"Do we have any cards?" asked Susan.
"Sure, there some in the camping equipment bag. Dad and I would play if the we got caught like this in the rain," said Allan.
"Okay, but we need to spell out the rules," said Susan. "How about this, the high hand gets to tell the low hand what to do, what to take off. If the low hand is naked, then the high hand gets to tell the low hand what to do himself or some one else. Okay?"
"Sounds good to me," said Allan.
As they played cards, Tracey lost the first three hands and was down to only her bikini panties. "Are you sure you guys aren't cheating on me?" asked Tracey. But then Susan lost the next two hands and Allan lost the two after that....then Tracey lost again and had to remove her panties.
Susan laughed and said, "Now it gets interesting."
Tracey won the next two hands and Allan had lost both....he was now naked as well, his prick standing up rigidly from his lap. Susan still had her panties on. Tracey lost the next hand and Susan won.
"I want you to kiss and lick Allan's prick...two kisses and one lick all way down his shaft, said Susan.
Tracey eagerly complied. Susan lost the next hand and then the one after that. Allan was the winner so he told her, "I want you to suck Tracey's tits while you finger fuck her."
This off and on foreplay continued for several hands until all three were thoroughly aroused. Allan's prick had shiny beads of pre-come glistening on it in the dim light of the tent. Susan won the last hand and Allan lost. Susan said, "I want you to let Tracey fuck you in your ass with her vibrator while you're fucking me.....you'll like it."
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