I stood above her for a moment, fingering my labia apart to give her a good view of my pussy. Sex ‘Sweet Jesus!’ I whispered, ‘Sal, love – you were quite right!’
‘I know, babe, I know’, she replied, a trifle smugly, as she stepped up behind me and rested her chin on my shoulders, whilst almost automatically slipping a hand under my tiny skirt and stroking along my slit. By now, I was grasping her breasts more for support than stimulation, and the impaling penetrations of the dildo were really getting me off. The cabin was quite large, and so for company we invited along two of our college friends: Patty (a tall, slim, elegant African-American, very fit and athletic) and Veronica (a petite blonde with a curvy figure, a real bouncy bundle of fun). I nearly collapsed in giggles at the expression on Veronica’s face – a mixture of disbelief, astonishment, confusion, embarrassment and unslaked lust, for she had been on the cusp of coming when we had interrupted their little fuckathon. After about half an hour, Sally spotted a grassy glade, a few yards into the woods. Sally grinned back at her, and then gave me a fond slap on the rump, urging me forwards in the black girl’s direction.
