No Flying Tonight Ch. 08

"Sophie, Tom's on his own. What say we sneak out and fuck him?"

They did. Clad only in their nightgowns they tiptoed across the open living space and out of the kitchen door. When they got to the tent they found Tom sitting cross-legged and naked on the ground sheet, playing with his cock.

"I was beginning to think you weren't coming. What were you doing?"

"Not what you think. We were asleep."

"Hmm."

They sucked and fucked for two hours. For some reason Tom was more attentive than usual to both of them, particularly with Jenny whom, while Sophie watched, he fucked twice, each time doggy fashion and with an enthusiasm she hadn't seen before..

When they left the clouds had cleared and the, almost full, moon was sufficiently bright for them to make out the nearest cottage on the island across the lake. As they rounded the family cottage and headed for the back door they stopped in their tracks. Douglas was standing by the door dressed only in his pyjama bottoms, apparently heading for the privy.

"Good evening ladies. Have you been for a stroll?"

The girls paused for a moment before Jenny answered.

"Yes. We couldn't sleep and, as it was such a lovely night, we went for a walk".

"Then it wasn't you I saw going into Tom's tent and it wasn't you I saw outlined against the canvas." Both girls stared at him in dismay. "Obviously you didn't realise the lamp casts a shadow on the side of the tent."

Sophie and Jenny looked at each other, trying to understand what he could have seen and if they could devise a reasonable excuse.

It was Sophie who spoke.

"I don't know what you thought was going on but ...."

"You don't have to explain to me. I don't care what you were doing. I didn't see anyone force you into the tent and, from the looks of whatever you were doing, nobody was being held against their will."

With that he turned and left them, continuing his trip to the privy.

Breakfast the next morning was a difficult affair for the girls. Sophie and Jenny had got out of bed at dawn and made their way to Tom's tent where they explained what had happened on their return to the cottage. Tom wasn't too concerned.

"Did he threaten to expose us? If he didn't, why are you worrying?"

Neither Jenny nor Sophie were re-assured by Tom's logic and waited anxiously for Douglas to appear. When he did it was with Irene, which offered little chance for the girls to attempt to discover what he intended to do with his knowledge.

The talk at the breakfast table was muted, concerned mainly with the meal and talk of what they were going to do for the day.

'Why don't we take the launch over to Todd's Island and have a picnic and swim. The beach is hidden from the wind and the lake and the rocks around the corner are good for diving."

"Good idea. Irene and I love swimming, but the opportunities in Iowa are somewhat limited."

They reached Todd's Island at ten o'clock. The beach at the island was located in a cove. Only ten yards wide at its widest and fifty yards long it was sheltered from sight from the lake by the headlands, which were only fifteen yards apart, and even further by the trees which went down to the water's edge on each side of the entrance to the cove.

After tying up the boat and unloading the food, assorted blankets and swimsuits, the girls disappeared into the bush, returning in their swimsuits. The men had remained on the beach donning their suits while discussing the arrangements for the day. For the next two hours they sat on the beach and read; the temperature gradually rising. It was Jenny, whose colouring made sun bathing a problem, who suggested they go for a swim.

In the water they swam for a while, playing tag and engaging in piggy-back fights. Sophie was Douglas's jockey while Tom had started with Jenny as his jockey but they had been defeated easily by the other two. Realising they weren't going to win Jenny had suggested Tom try Irene and was somewhat surprised when he accepted without further ado. Slipping under the water, he surfaced with Irene on his shoulders and, under her encouragement, charged the champions. For a small girl Irene was surprisingly strong and they fought for over a minute before Sophie finally threw her from her mount. As they left the water Sophie noticed Tom congratulate Irene on her efforts and then kiss her. Jenny hadn't seen it but Sophie was concerned the kiss had been on the lips and apparently reciprocated by Irene.

When they reached the beach Sophie, who was still mounted on Douglas's shoulder, jumped off and flopped to the ground. Douglas lay down beside her and, in a conspiratorial whisper, told her,

"You don't have to worry I'm not going to tell anyone about last night – in fact I found it quite erotic. Not only that but, I have to admit, I envied Tom."

Sophie looked at him. Was he trying to tell her something or was he fishing, trying to get confirmation of what he thought he saw? It was obvious he wasn't fishing. He had either seen them or had seen the shadows on the canvas. If he was trying to tell her he wanted her then she was not sure how she ought, or wanted to, respond. Logic told her to dismiss him. She was engaged and was happy with Jenny and Tom. On the other hand he was good looking, broad shouldered and athletic. She chose to play for time, while she tried to resolve her feelings.

"I'm not sure what you mean."

"Sophie, I'm not an idiot. I saw the three of you making love in the tent. When I got back to cottage I spent the rest of the night thinking about it; wishing it was me and not Tom in the tent with you. You and Jenny are beautiful women and a man would be proud to have either of you as a lover. I can't make advances to Jenny as she's my cousin and already has a boyfriend but you are single and fancy-free." She was only fancy free because she hadn't worn her engagement ring since the day after Iain left for France and nobody had raised Iain's name. "I would have given anything to have been with you in the tent."

Sophie looked at him closely It was clear he knew and that nothing she could say would change his mind about what had gone on in the tent.

"All right you may be right but you have to understand that Jenny, Tom and I love each other and have done for over a year."

"I understand and I don't blame you, but you can't blame me when I say I find you attractive and there is nothing I would like more than to make love to you."

Sophie looked at him again. He was handsome, more so than Tom, well-mannered with a strong body. Lying on the beach in the sun, without a care in the world, made his advances seem less preposterous. She had made love to Tom, but she was always second best. She had been to bed with Iain, but what they had done could not be described as making love. Douglas was offering her with the opportunity both to make love to a man without Jenny in the background and to wipe out the horror of her experience with Iain.

Sophie got up and reached for down for his hand.

"Why don't we go for a walk? Jenny says the island is quite small and there's a small lake in the middle where the water is always warm during the summer."

Clad only in their still wet bathing suits they took off, hand in hand, with Douglas leading the way. It took them less than ten minutes to reach a rocky outcrop which provided a clear view of most of the island.

"Look Douglas, it's the pool Jenny told us about."

They made their way down to the pool which was surrounded on all sides by trees. About a seventy feet long by about fifty feet wide and four to five feet deep in the middle it was smaller than the municipal pool in Windsor. They sat down next to each other saying nothing wondering what would happen next. Sophie wanted to kiss him but was still conventional enough to believe that it was the man who initiated sex. Beside her Douglas was almost sure that Sophie had suggested they come to the pool in order to make love. He moved closer to her, put his arm around her and said,

"It's lovely here. It's funny, but it's hard to believe that, while we are sitting here, there is a war going on in Europe."

It was; but she could believe it. Whatever she thought of Iain, he was fighting for his country. What had Douglas and his fellow Americans done while Iain was fighting in France?

Douglas got up, looked around and turned to face her.

"Sophie I'm going for a swim, but this time I'm not going to be wearing my swimsuit. Do you mind?"

Sophie looked at him. Nobody could accuse him of being backward.

"As you didn't say 'no', I'll take it as a 'yes'." With that he got up and, in less than five seconds, was naked.

Sophie was both shocked and impressed. She had seen Tom and Iain naked but their bodies paled in comparison to that of Douglas. His body belonged on a Greek God. His upper body was chiseled to perfection with large and clearly defined muscles; a tribute to the intensive training he had put in to get in shape for the varsity football team. But it was his lower body which to her was more desirable. Since she had reached puberty, Sophie had been attracted to men's bums and Douglas's was perfect, tight and slightly prominent; his gluteus maximus definitely belonged on a Greek God. His cock, while not god-like, was in proportion to his body, similar in length to Tom's and slightly fatter.

Without waiting for her, Douglas leapt to his feet and ran into the water.

"Come in and join me Sophie; it's really warm."

For a second Sophie considered the offer and then, without further ado, shed her cumbersome costume and ran to join him in the pond. When she reached Douglas he looked down at her – she really was beautiful; her body was everything he had imagined it to be with wide hips and proud tits on a real woman's body. He took her into his arms and kissed her, gently at first, as he sought approval for his advances, and then more insistent until he felt her respond. For the next few minutes they explored each other's bodies. Douglas played, in turn, with her tits and nipples before reaching under the water to seek her cunt. Sophie let him play with her until she could stand it no longer and reached down to grab his cock. She felt her cunt moisten as she manipulated his cock; he really was fatter than Tom; so fat her fingers only just met as she held it.

"Sophie I need you and the pool's not the place." Sophie nodded and then waited as he picked her up and carried her the short distance to the shore.

Their love-making was totally different to anything she had enjoyed with Tom. Tom was a considerate, almost careful, lover, Douglas was neither. Once he had set her down he kissed her once and then mounted her; she was slick and ready but was surprised by his girth. As he fucked her he talked incessantly, describing in vulgar detail what he was going to do to her.

"Like that do you? Like being impaled on my cock? Well you'd better because you're going to be enjoying it for the next half an hour. Like it rough do you? All you college girls like it rough. By the time I'm finished with you you'll know you've been fucked ... and fucked good."

He was true to his word. He pounded her from the first thrust, his efforts stretching her cunt to accommodate his girth. Sophie had felt annoyed, even frightened, at first, fearing he was another Iain but, as they continued, it was clear he was interested in the effect he was having on her.

"That's it. I can feel your cunt getting bigger. It had better because, when I come, there will be enough to fill your little cunt twice over"

It was vulgar, but described accurately what was happening to her.

In what seemed like only a minute she felt herself starting to come. She was surprised; he had made no effort at foreplay; he had attacked her cunt with a vengeance, but she was responding to him. He was acting like a prize bull on a farm, fucking her as though his only goal was to come and to impregnate her. In another circumstance she may have been turned off but this time she was caught up in the virility of his love-making.

As she started to come she hoped that he was going to come with her. She wanted to feel part of a fucking. She wanted to feel she was being used and wanted to feel his spunk spraying her womb as she came.

They came together; Douglas ramming into her so hard that she was momentarily concerned she would be sore for a week. As she came she clawed at her lover's back raising welts which, the next morning, he found difficult to explain to his sister and which were met with a knowing leer. As he had promised his come did fill her cunt; mixing with her juices and leaking out of cunt and down her legs.

His post-coital behavior was the complete opposite of his love-making technique. As soon as he had come down he was completely attentive to her, kissing her, stroking her hair, playing with her tits and muttering, almost embarrassing, endearments. But, ten minutes later, when she felt his cock start to harden, he once again became all business. After briefly kissing her picked her up and turned her over before roughly grabbing her around the hips, pulling her bum into the air and presenting her cunt for his enjoyment. This time their love-making took a little longer but the result was the same. He pounded her and she responded. They came together; his spunk flooding her cunt and once again leaking down her legs.

They fucked for the rest of the week, often three or four times a night. Jenny had asked her what Douglas was like and there was something in her voice which made her think Jenny would not have been averse to trying out her cousin. She thought for a moment about suggesting they should try a threesome or foursome but stopped. She was enjoying fucking Douglas and she needed to be re-assured she could find a man on her own; Douglas was providing that re-assurance.

The next year almost no mention was made of Douglas. He had volunteered for the US army and had been shipped overseas but, by the time the war had ended, had not seen action. He wrote to her twice but, even though she had replied to both, there were no more letters. The last time she had heard of him was in a letter from Jenny telling her he had married, was living in Des Moines and working for a bank.

She Jenny and Tom resumed their relationship and while, if anything the sex was better than the previous year, in the back of her mind she had the feeling she was missing out and, by restricting her sex life to Jenny and Tom, all she was doing was accepting her fate and waiting for Iain.

When Jenny left it felt as if she had lost a member of her family; she had learned almost everything she knew about sex from Jenny and Tom; including the knowledge that three isn't always a crowd and that a woman can love a woman – and enjoy it. But she had also learned from Douglas that one-on-one sex with a man of her own was also enjoyable.