Big Black Cocks

“Did you come up here alone?” Cathy asked.
“No, my boyfriend pooped out early.” Janice replied. “He’s conked
out in our tent up in the campground.”
Elsa returned and asked Janice if she would brush out her hair.
Janice agreed taking the brush from Elsa. The blonde sat in
front of Janice, her long hair reaching the ground by her hips.
Janice began to brush the long tresses.
“I wish it was as warm now as it was earlier today.” Diane said,
remembering the sweltering heat.
“Not me.” Cathy said. “I get too horny when it gets that
hot.”Janice was brushing Elsa’s lovely long hair, kneeling behind
the blonde. The job was no small effort, as she had to bend down
to reach the end of each stroke. Sensing this Elsa offered a
suggestion.
“It’ll be easier if you sit down and let me sit closer, with my
hair in your lap.” Elsa suggested to Janice.
Janice sat down, and Elsa slid back, sliding between Janice’s
outstretched legs. Her long hair slid over sensitive areas of
Janice’s body, tickling, caressing, exciting. As Cathy and Diane
talked about the relative merits of Kevin’s big cock versus
Keith’s smaller one, Janice kept brushing out Elsa’s long hair.
Elsa’s warm hips pressed against the soft flesh of Janice’s inner
thighs, and Janice was aroused by the skin to skin contact.
Janice had only once been naked with another girl, and that was
long ago, when she and a close friend had experimented with
lesbian sex. It had been pleasurable, but she’d closed it off,
mostly because she was worried someone would find out. Now she
felt a sensual, sexy urging growing within her, being so close to
Elsa, who seemed to be naturally free of such inhibitions.

“Neat.” Elsa said.
“Oooh, sex-eeee!” Cathy smiled, and Diane gave an “o.k.” sign
with her fingers. They were all staring at Janice’s thick mat of
reddish-orange hair that covered her mons. Janice was a true
redhead, with the luck of an Italian mother she inherited none of
the freckles and fair skin problems so many other had.
Diane explained that they had all gone camping after one of their
boyfriends doubted Diane’s natural hair color. They made a bet,
which involved the guys acting as pack mules for the trip if they
lost, and they did, of course. Diane had showed her tiny patch
of pubic hair by stripping in the back of Keith’s van. The girls
had made the guys carry up the heavy stuff, and after dinner,
they’d worn them out.
“All three of your boyfriends agreed to that?” Janice asked.
Elsa giggled, “No, actually Diane doesn’t have one right now, and
Keith is my cousin from Idaho.”
“Kevin’s my boyfriend right now,” Cathy stated, “but we’re not
engaged or anything.”"Well, you were certainly engaged earlier
tonight!” Diane laughed.
Elsa and Cathy laughed too, and Janice smiled.
“I gotta brush out my hair.” Elsa said, standing and moving
quietly over by the tent.

“Did you just wake up?” Elsa asked Cathy.
“A little bit ago. I heard you guys talking and got up.” Cathy
replied casually.
“I see Kevin got off.” Diane remarked, looking at Cathy’s
breasts.
Cathy smiled, and sat down with her knees up against her large
breasts, her pussy facing Janice and glistening in the moonlight.
“Yeah, he got off alright.” Cathy smiled, licking her lips.
Elsa looked at Janice. “Do you want to undress too? We’re all
friends here.”
Janice wondered if that was a reference to their single sex, or
if it meant that these girls were more intimate. “Sure, why not?”
Janice said, and she slipped off her tee-shirt. She wondered if
she should, thinking about at least two guys in the tent,
wondering what might happen if they came out. “Oh never mind.”
She told herself. “If they want a pussy to fuck, they’ve got
these girls.”
“Oh, my!” Diane said softly. “Your breasts are lovely!”
“Ummm, yes.” Elsa cooed. Cathy remained silent, puffing on her
cigarette and looking at Janice.
Janice was proud of her breasts, and especially her tan. She’d
gone to great lengths to find just the right bikini to accent her
breasts with a tan and it paid off. Her breasts were pleasantly
large, 37C’s, without being saggy. They tended to look full and
slope down, the tan lines accenting the curve of them. Her
nipples were large, and pink, the kind many guys groan over.
Janice stood up to remove her jogging pants.
“The moment of truth.” Elsa said softly. “Is she or isn’t she?”
Janice stepped out of the last of her clothes, letting the warm
summer night caress her skin.

A rustling noise caught their attention, and a figure crawled out
of the tent, then stood, coming over to the small group of women.
Once out from under the awning, Janice saw another girl, this one
naked too,
with large, swaying breasts, walking over.
“Hi Cathy.” Elsa said softly. “Meet Janice.”
Cathy paused, not expecting a stranger to see her nude. Then she
saw Janice and smiled. “Hi.” Then to Diane, “You got a cigarette
I could bum?”
Diane handed her the pack and Janice looked Cathy over. She was a
bit taller and heavier that either Elsa or Diane, with shoulder
length dark hair. In the moonlight she appeared to be all curves.
Her large breasts were certainly D-cups, judging by the way they
wobbled and hung on her chest. Cathy lit the cigarette, the
lighter’s flame casting a light glow over her face and upper
body. Janice felt a sensation caress her pussy when she saw the
glistening wet streaks on Cathy’s neck and breasts. Cathy blew
out a cloud of bluish smoke and handed the pack back to Diane.
Diane lit one too, letting Janice see her face and small breasts.
Diane was pretty alright, with light eyes and almost white hair.
Her breasts ended in large, pink-brown nipples that covered most
of her tits.