Emma gasped when I found her rosebud and began licking around her opening. I knew she was clean because I'd watched her wash herself in the waterfall and noticed that she hadn't gone into the woods since then. She tilted her ass upward and moaned loudly while I squeezed her ass and licked her anus. Then I spread her legs apart and thrust my hand between her legs.
The soft fabric of the sleeping bag was already soaked through from her wetness, and I easily slid my fingers into her slippery hole. As I flicked my tongue over her tender rosebud, I began to thrust my fingers in and out of her pussy. She grunted with each thrust and began wailing in pleasure as I pounded my hand into her.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! she growled, as her body slid forward and back over the air mattress. "Fuck me, Jade!” she said. “Suck my ass!"
I turned my hand over until my palm was facing down, then I slipped the rest of my fingers into her and began fucking her harder. I could feel Emma's pussy opening up inside and knew that she was close to coming. I curled my fingers and trilled her G-spot.
"Fuck, Jade!' she screamed. "Don't stop! Make me cum! I'm going to cum!"
Emma grunted like a wild animal as she pushed her hips down hard onto my hand and squeezed her thighs and buttocks muscles together, burying my face in her ass. I could feel her pussy and anus spasming in hard contractions as she grunted with each pulse. I held her for a few moments, then gently kissed her cheeks as she flopped down onto the air mattress.
A few minutes later, the zipper on the front of our tent opened and Hannah and Maddie stuck their heads through the flap.
"Do you guys want some company?" she said, smiling like a Cheshire Cat. "It sounds like somebody's having all the fun in here."
Emma and I looked at one another and laughed.
"The more the merrier!" I said, motioning for them to come in. The girls scampered into our tent but just as Hannah began closing the zipper, Lilly stuck her head in.
"Feel like two more?" she asked.
We all giggled as everybody piled into our tent, and soon after we formed a giant swirling mass of bodies, sucking, licking, and tribbing each other into the wee hours of the night.
We fell asleep on top of one another around four a.m. It wasn't until almost midday the next morning when we slowly crawled out of the tent. While Lilly prepared brunch, the rest of us went our separate ways into the bush to relieve ourselves. A few minutes later, Hannah called out from the north side of the island. We all rushed to her thinking she'd fallen or hurt herself, then we saw her crouched down, pointing over the lake.
“Look,” she said. "Do you see that?"
I squinted into the distance and saw a canoe with two occupants slowly paddling across the lake, on a parallel course with our island.
"I guess we're not the only ones out here, after all," I said, nodding.
"Can you make out who it is?" Bonnie said. "I mean, are they boys or girls—or one of each? Should we invite them over to share brunch?"
We all looked at each other, hesitating. None of us was sure we were ready to share ourselves with anyone else after last night's orgy.
Hannah suddenly looked in my direction.
"Jade," she said. "Did you bring your binoculars from home? Let's see what they look like close-up. If it's a couple, they might just want to be left alone."
I nodded and hurried back to my tent to retrieve my field glasses from my backpack. When I returned to the group, Hannah took the glasses from my hand as we all crouched down on the mossy ground, spying on the interlopers.
Hannah held the glasses up to her eyes and swiveled the focus button on top.
"Holy shit!" she said. "It's two guys. Two very young guys!"
"How young exactly?" Lilly said.
Hannah paused as she steadied the binoculars over her forehead and adjusted the focus.
"Late teens, early twenties at most. And they're cute! Long hair, a little rough around the edges maybe, but buff!"
"I guess we know at least one of us is on board with that," I said.
We all peered over at Lilly and she chuckled as she smiled at us slyly.
"Sounds like the kind of guys who would drive a beat-up Pathfinder," she said, remembering the other car in the parking lot of our trailhead.
Hannah turned around and looked at each of us carefully.
"What do you say, girls? Should we invite them over? I mean, I don't want to spoil our fun, but this could mix things up quite nicely. Think of all the permutations this could make. I bet those horny teenagers would jump at a chance to join six sexy girls alone on a deserted island."
We all looked at one another for a moment, then we giggled and stood up on the bank of our island.
"Over here!" Hannah yelled, waving her arms over her head trying to get the attention of the two paddlers. "Come to Momma, you sexy little hunks."
We all jumped up and down on the shore screaming and yelling, and the canoeists stopped paddling for a moment, looking in our direction. Then they looked at one another, unsure of our intention.
"Oh, for crying out loud," Hannah said, peeling off her shirt and bra. "I think they need a little more encouragement.”
We all peeled off our tops and jumped up and down on the shoreline, our tits bouncing up and down.
"Here we are!" Lilly shouted. "Six sexy, horny girls! Come dip your paddles in some even hotter water!"
The canoeists suddenly began paddling again, and I saw the boat begin to turn in our direction.
Oh boy, I thought. Now we've really gotten ourselves into a row of trouble...
Volume 2
Webcam Chat
1
Cybersurfing
After my playdate with the dominatrix, I felt I needed a breather to regain control over my sex life. My little excursion into the world of BDSM had been fun, but being whipped and hog-tied by a domme had its limits. Now it was my turn to set the terms of engagement. I wanted to be back in the driver's seat and branch out beyond one dominant partner.
One lonely night at home, I sat down in front of my computer and began searching for some online fun. I wanted something different from the run-of-the-mill porn—something more engaging. I needed something involving a live, two-way interaction. With a real person, someone with whom I could share a genuine, passionate, if only temporary, relationship. A virtual fuck buddy, for want of a better word.
I typed in the search words webcam sex chat and a bunch of listings popped up for live online chat. I clicked on one labeled LiveGirls, and a gallery of videos showing scantily-clad women touching themselves filled the screen. I tapped one of the thumbnails, where a live stream showed a pretty girl lying facedown on a bed, wearing only a thong. As she swayed her hips from side to side, she looked over her shoulder suggestively toward the camera. Beside the video window, a flurry of comments filled the chat box.
Spread your legs, someone named bigjohn said.
Nice ass, hornyjoe commented.
Can I see your tits? guest34 pleaded.
All the while, the pretty brunette ran her hands across her concealed breasts and rolled her hips in the same robotic manner. For a moment, I was hypnotized like everyone else by her lithe and sexy body. But as attractive as she was, I had no interest in joining what amounted to a public strip show. I was just about to exit the screen when I noticed a button for Private Chat.
Let's see if she's any more engaging one-on-one, I thought.
I clicked the button and a Join Now window covered the stream.
Jeesuz, I cursed. They never make this easy.
I filled in the required fields for Username, Password, and E-mail, then clicked the button. The next screen presented me with a choice between selecting ten free credits or buying a package of credits starting at fifty dollars.
So that's how it works, I thought. It's not much different from a real strip club. As long as you're stuffing their stockings with cash, the girls are happy to put on a show for you.
I'd never paid for sex of any kind, and I wasn't abo
ut to get started now. I didn't want to chat with someone who was only in it for the money. I backtracked to the main search screen and adjusted my search phrase to free amateur sex chat and clicked Enter.
A fresh set of listings popped up, including an intriguing one named SexRoulette — free webcam live chat. When I clicked on the link, a window came up with two side-by-side blank video screens. I enabled my laptop cam and mic, then I clicked the Start button. Suddenly, a live feed of me sitting half-naked in my bathrobe appeared in the left window, while some naked guy stroking his dick appeared in the right window.
Horrified to see that my face was showing, I quickly tilted my screen down and cursed out loud.
What's the matter? the naked guy typed in the chat box. You're very pretty. Can I see your face again?
I paused for a moment, realizing that he could hear me, then I clicked the microphone button to mute my mic. I wasn't prepared to carry on a live audio conversation with some naked guy. For that matter, I wasn't interested in carrying on a sex chat with any man.
I clicked the Next button and a different naked guy appeared with his legs spread wide apart, revealing another erect, throbbing cock. Every time I clicked Next, a different naked man appeared, pulling on his pud. As amusing as I found the experience of scrolling through a bunch of men's penises, the thought of chatting with one of these nameless guys turned my stomach.
Where were all the girls? I thought. Are only guys interested in naughty online chats?
I scanned the site and noticed some links across the top for different chat rooms. The default setting was for Mixed, but I could also choose between Guys, Girls, and Couples. Intrigued, I clicked on the Couples link, and a new window popped up showing a woman bobbing her head between a man's knees while his hand typed on a computer keyboard beside him on the bed.
Hi, the man typed in the chat window. Wanna play?
I paused for a moment, wondering if it might be fun to watch a hetero couple going at it.
Maybe some other time, I typed, before clicking on the Girls tab.
A new window popped up requiring me to verify that I was over eighteen years of age (only to view girls??) then I was redirected to a different website showing the familiar gallery of naked girls from the LiveGirls site. When I clicked on one of the images, a similar video and chat screen appeared. Another pretty young girl perched half-naked on a bed, while a bunch of anonymous viewers made lewd comments, 'tipping' her occasionally with tokens. Whenever anybody tipped her enough tokens, she bent over and waved her ass in front of the camera.
What the fuck? I thought. Is it only professional girls who want to chat online?
I clicked out of the website and was about to pull my vibrator out of my nightstand for some quiet alone time, when I decided to give it one last try.
There's got to be other lonely girls who are looking for a quick hookup with like-minded women.
I went back to the main search page and typed in lesbian online chat. Near the top of the listings, I noticed a site titled SapphicChat — girls only free online chat.
That's what I'm talking about, I said out loud, clicking the link.
Another side-by-side video setup appeared on the screen with a chat box underneath. I enabled my cam and carefully positioned my laptop lid so that only my torso was visible, then I pulled my robe tightly around my neck to cover myself up. There'd be no more skin showing until I was able to qualify a suitable candidate.
I clicked the Start button, and within a few seconds the adjacent window flickered with a live stream showing a fat woman lying on her bed with her droopy boobs hanging down by her waist.
Yikes, I said, quickly clicking the Next button. I felt bad judging the visitors so harshly, but it wasn't much different from other dating apps. If you didn't feel the chemistry right away, everybody just moved on.
After a few seconds, a new image filled the sender window. This time an older woman sat in front of her computer with her elbows propped up on her desk. Deep folds of flesh hung from her neck and upper chest as she peered sadly into the screen.
Wow, I thought. These online forums really bring out the lonely girls.
I toggled through the list of online visitors until an image appeared showing a younger girl sitting cross-legged on her bed, wearing a tight V-neck sweater. Her breasts were full and plump, and although her face was partially hidden off-screen, I could tell from the downiness of her bare legs in a mid-thigh skirt that she was considerably younger than me. I parted my legs unconsciously as my pussy throbbed in excitement.
Finally. A sexy girl who wants an authentic online chat.
ASL? I typed, wanting to be sure she was of legal age. The last thing I needed was to have the police breaking down my door for engaging a minor in online sex.
19, curious, Houston, she typed. You?
Nineteen? She barely looked of age. I'd have to vet her more carefully if things went much further.
I paused for a moment, wondering how I wanted to present myself. I didn't want to scare her away by revealing my true age if she was looking to hook up with someone younger. But she had to lean at least a little bit toward girls if she'd engaged me this far.
28, bi, Milwaukee, I stretched the facts on all three aspects.
She paused for a moment holding her hand over her computer keyboard, then the video screen suddenly went blank and a new visitor came online.
Touché, I thought. I guess this works both ways. My fellow online surfers can be just as rash and judgmental as me when it comes to who they find attractive.
Obviously. I hadn't measured up in her eyes. But had I been too old, not the right sexual orientation, or was it my body she didn't like?
I peered at my image in my webcam feed and looked at my tightly-bound boobs wrapped up in my bathrobe. I'd been slouching a bit, and the heavy terrycloth robe wasn't doing much justice to the shape of my bosom. I spread the lapels of my robe a few inches apart and lifted my chest. My ample cleavage shone through the opening, revealing the roundness of my breasts.
That looks better, I smiled, nodding at the sexy reflection. If this doesn't hook them, I'm really losing my mojo.
The next visitor appeared to be another young girl seated on a chair in front of her computer. She only showed the lower half of her face, but from her tight skin and smooth neck muscles, she looked to be in her late teens or early twenties. Her tight T-shirt had a wishbone-shaped "C" emblem on the front. In the background, two small double beds sat on either side of her small room.
Hi, I typed, deciding to take a more measured approach with this new visitor. What brings you to this crazy place so late at night?
Just bored I guess, she responded.
Me too, I said. This is my first time doing something like this. I'm used to meeting people the old-fashioned way.
Boys or girls? she typed.
It was obvious that she was fishing. I had no idea what the right answer was, so I decided to play it safe.
Both, I guess. But I prefer girls. How about you?
I like boys... she typed. But lately I've been finding myself unusually attracted to my dorm mate.
Oh, I said, happy to hear she tilted both ways. Where do you go to school?
University of Chicago.
My heart skipped a beat when I realized how close she was to me in the real world.
What are you studying? I said, trying to steady my nervous hand as I typed.
I'm enrolled in the BA program, so right now it's mostly liberal arts. I'm just in my first year, so I haven't really decided on my major yet. I'm thinking maybe Communications...
She's barely eighteen! I thought. My pussy throbbed at the thought of uncovering more of this pretty co-ed.
What kind of career were you thinking of?
I dunno. Public relations, marketing, maybe television.
On the production side?
I suppose so. Somewhere behind the camera. I don't think I have prime time face.
You should l
et other people be the judge of that. From what I can see so far, I think you're very pretty. The combination of good looks and good communication skills will give you quite a leg up in that field.
Thanks, she said, tilting the camera up a little higher on her face. She smiled a broad smile, revealing perfectly-straight, pearly-white teeth. What about you, what do you do?
I'm a freelance graphic designer.
So you design websites and stuff like that?
A little bit of that. But I do more corporate work like logos, editorial layouts, that sort of thing.
That sounds interesting, the girl said. I guess we both have an interest in communications of sorts...
I paused for a moment, wondering how much longer I wanted to focus on the professional sides of our lives.
It looks like we share an interest in another form of communicating too. ;-)
LOL. This isn't the kind of communications my profs talk about.
I'm a little surprised to hear that, I said. The world is rapidly adopting new forms of social media every day. Perhaps you can consider this as a type of vocational training.
Except most people who come to this website are interested in only one thing.
You mean meeting people? I teased.
In a manner of speaking...
Are you testing the waters here because of your roommate?
Maybe. I didn't realize I had such a strong attraction to girls until I met her.
Have you shared your feelings with her?
Gawd no. She has a boyfriend. It could get very uncomfortable around here if I came on to her too strongly. We have to share this small room for the rest of the year and perhaps for the rest of our college residency.
Two charged up bodies in a small space can make for a combustible mixture. Do you think she's attracted to you also?
Not by the way I've seen her and her boyfriend go at it. I can't tell you how many times I've come back to my room to find a sock on the door.
Poor thing, I thought. It doesn't sound like she's got much of an outlet to express her real feelings. I better tread lightly.
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