Big Black Cocks

Diane was pretty, and thin. Her breasts were small bulges under
her shirt, and her legs were thin too. Mostly her hips were
boyish and small, further giving illusion that she was very
young.
“I’m Diane.” The thin blonde said, smiling at Janice. Janice
introduced herself, and Elsa followed suit, explaining to Diane
where they’d met. Both girls led Janice to a large blanket
spread out on the sandy soil some yards from the tent.
“What’re you doing up?” Elsa asked Diane.

“Keith snores.” Diane said, evoking smiles from the other two.
“But did you go all the way up there in the buff?”
“Uh-huh.” Elsa said. “Fun too. I like walking around naked.”
“Anybody around see you? Besides Janice I mean.” Diane asked her.
“Nope. Just me and the stars.” Elsa said. “It’s all quiet and
dark up there, and just far enough away that no one will come
trooping down here in the middle of the night.”

“I’m not a morning person.” She said, “and I was exhausted when
we got up here.”
Janice thought about Mark, sound asleep in their tent. “Yeah, I
know what you mean.”
They went downhill, and near the lake Janice saw a single large
tent standing in a small clearing. Someone was sitting just
outside, smoking a cigarette.
“Have to be quiet, people sleeping.” The girl said.
The shadowy person stood and moved towards them. In the
moonlight, Janice couldn’t tell if it was man or woman.
“Elsa?” a feminine voice called out.
“Diane? Yeah, it’s me, with a friend.” The naked blonde replied.
Diane came up, wearing a tee-shirt and a pair of very tight
jeans. She too was blonde, and very thin. Janice’s first
impression was that she was sixteen or seventeen, but that
disappeared when she got closer.

Janice shook out of her musings and followed the young girl as
she made her way towards the lake. Walking quickly to catch up
with her, Janice watched her soft, firm form walking in the
moonlight. Her pale skin looked ashen in the moonlight, and her
soft buns jiggled as she walked. The girl turned around to see
how far behind Janice was, and her breasts too were bobbling like
jell-o.







Her breasts weren’t large, maybe B-cups, Janice thought,
but they moved sensuously as she walked backwards over the rough
ground.
Janice caught up with her, and walked alongside. The girl told
Janice how she and her friends had hiked up earlier in the day,
and while they swam, she slept.

Janice stared at her, the meaning of her words taking a second to
sink in. “You mean you walked up here from the lake stark naked?”
The girl nodded, slipping on a pair of leather sandals by the
shower stall. “Sure. It’s late and no one’s up and around, except
you.”
Janice shook her head, amazed at her boldness.
“Besides, I’ve always wanted to walk around outdoors without my
clothes, haven’t you?” She queried, smiling.

Janice nodded, thinking of how she and Steve had once camped in
the mountains and run around like nudists for a whole day. But
that’d been far away from people, and here, there were at least
fifteen tents set up in the campground.
The girl took her towel and began walking out the door. “Are you
coming?” She asked. After a slight pause, “Or just breathing
hard?”

Janice chuckled. “I bet the guys love your hair like this.”
“Yeah.” Came the reply, “But its such a pain to keep clean and
combed.”
“Long hair’s like that.” Janice said, remembering when hers was
down over her shoulder blades, before she’d begun wearing it
stylishly short. She was now down at the bottom of the girl’s
long hair, sponging the water out of the long strands.







“Are you going back to bed or staying up for a while?” the girl
asked.
Janice replied that she might stay up for a while, and the girl
invited her to join her and her friends down by the lake. Janice
thought for a moment, then agreed. Mark wouldn’t wake up for a
while, maybe not even until morning.
“Let’s get your clothes and go then, your hair’s as dry as it’s
going to get.” Janice remarked.
The girl giggled. “I didn’t wear any.”

“Another night person?” She asked in a sweet voice, “Or a midnite
nature call?”
“A little of both.” Janice answered, moving towards the sink. The
girl’s eyes followed Janice while she washed her hands and looked
at her face in the mirror. The face in the mirror looked okay,
except that she needed to re-do her eyeliner a little. Not that
it mattered much, as she’d only be going to sleep.
“Could you do me a favor?” The sweet voice asked from behind her.
Janice turned, and the young girl asked if she could help dry her
long hair. Janice saw that her hair reached almost below the
girl’s firm, round behind, contrasting with her slightly darker
pubic bush. The girl’s bush and thighs were lovely, her thighs
leaving a space at the top where Janice could clearly see her
pubic hair covering her vagina.







Janice took the towel and
wrapped it around the girl’s hair, pressing it hard to soak up
the water.
“How long have you let your hair grow like this?” Janice asked.
“Eight years.” She replied. “But I have to cut the ends every few
months and that slows it down.”

Janice turned the corner to the ladies restroom, blinking at even
the dim light. She saw bare feet under one stall so she took the
other. She’d just begun when the other toilet flushed, and the
feet moved to a shower stall. Water began running, and a few
moments later, amidst the splashing sounds, Janice could feel the
steamy heat of the warm water. Janice finished up, and flushed
the toilet, pulling her jogging pants and panties up. Her tee-
shirt she tucked into the elastic waistband, and then left the
stall. Janice blinked.
A young girl, of maybe 18 or 19 years stood on the concrete,
towel-ing herself off. She smiled, long blonde, but very wet
hair dripping onto the floor.







She had the kind of body that
Janice herself had just out of high school, soft, firm, and
nicely shaped. Now, nine years later, she had joined the battle
lines against getting fat. Janice was still in good shape, but
she wanted to be a few pounds lighter, and to loose the small
imperfections around her thighs and hips. The blonde looked at
Janice, not bothering to make any move to cover or shy away from
Janice’s eyes.

Outside, as she walked to the restrooms, she wondered why,
whenever she planned a night of intense lovemaking, Mark seemed
only interested in getting off and going to sleep. Not that she
could get away with that. When she’d come back from New York,
she’d been exhausted and suffering from mild jet lag. But Mark
had taken her to bed, and after her first orgasm, she’d fallen
asleep. He woke her from her soft, dreamy sleep, and insisted
that she suck him, then he wanted her to straddle and ride him.
Janice was totally exhausted afterwards and slept soundly.
Reflecting back over their year together, Janice realized that
Mark was selfish, and self-centered, but when he put his mind to
it, a pretty good lover.

The thick semen felt
warm, clinging to her skin. Mark sighed heavily and relaxed, his
body limp.
Janice crawled up and faced Mark, who was now smiling and
drifting in a warm glowing cloud. She knew it would be several
minutes before he could get hard again, and even longer until he
could come again. She swallowed the last of his come, and rested
alongside him. Janice’s pussy was wet, and she felt the need for
him inside her, giving her that won-derful pleasure. She idly
drew her hand over his chest, teasing the hairs lightly. Several
minutes went by, and when Mark hadn’t, at least, returned a
single caress, Janice nudged him.

“Mark?” She said softly. Getting no repsonse, she repeated his
name again a little louder, only to be met with a soft snore.
Janice now felt angry that he would go to sleep without being
considerate enough to please her too.

Janice sat up in the darkness of the tent, wiping his sperm from
her face and then groping for her pants. Nature was calling, and
there was a small building not far away that housed the showers
and toilets. Janice struggled into her soft cotton jogging pants
and began unzipping the tent. Mark snored a little louder,
driving her ire into a seething anger.

When I was single, about ten years ago, I dated an attractive slim waitress
from a sandwich shop that I visited often. Sal was her name. She was divorced
for the thrid time and so was I, but only twice. I liked her naturalness and
openness…and her good figure, of course. Sal invited me home to […]