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The Landing - 3
by Kid Charlemagne (charlemagnekid@rocketmail.com)

***

This five part story involves the experience of fourteen 
year old John, during his family's annual summer nudist 
camping trip in the late 1970's, and features his friend 
Jenny, her older sister Carrie, and Carrie's boyfriend 
Jake. Story codes for the entire five chapter story are 
(mf-teens, 1st, voy, oral, anal)

***

Author's Note: This is entirely a work of fiction. Any 
resemblance to real persons or real events is pure 
coincidence. Don't read this if you feel you might be 
offended by reading a story of a sexual nature.

***

PART 3

The next day I woke up early. There was only three days 
left at camp, and the weather report said it was going 
to be sunny all day, so many of the campers had decided 
that it would be a great day to spend on the beach.

I was the first up in our camp, so I walked over to 
Jenny's. Only Jake was there, sitting in a chair.

"Should be a good day at the beach," Jake said to me in 
a quiet voice.

"Yep," I answered. "Looks like everyone is still 
asleep."

"No, they're all up," Jake said. "They just went inside 
for breakfast."

Just then the trailer door opened. Carrie and Jenny came 
out, looking as stunning as ever. Both of them smiled at 
me. They were followed by their parents.

"Hi John," Jenny said.

"Hi," I said back.

"Do you want some breakfast John?" Jenny's mom asked.

"No, I'm okay," I said.

We all sat down and talked about the plans for the day 
at the beach. There was also a big potluck planned at 
the picnic area in the evening, and everyone was 
expected.

"Well, I'm gonna take a shower," Carrie announced, as 
she got up and went into their trailer to get a towel.

The camp showers were very near to our campsite, just 
down a paved pathway at the end of the road. They were 
on the backside of brick building. The front side had 
restrooms. There were six simple shower rooms, each with 
a door that faced on the outside of the building. 
Campers took showers whenever they wanted. Some took a 
shower in the morning. Others later in the day. Some 
went days. I liked to take one every day in the late 
morning. The general rule was that you should only take 
five minutes, out of courtesy for others. But very 
seldom were people waiting for a shower room, so the 
five minute rule was somewhat flexible, depending on 
whether there was a wait. I was glad the rule was 
flexible, because I liked to take a long shower.

Carrie came back out of her trailer carrying a towel, 
and headed down toward the showers.

A few moments later, Jake announced that he was going to 
take a shower as well, and picked up a towel that he had 
apparently set down earlier on the picnic table.

The conversation continued among Jenny's parents and 
myself. But Jenny had a strange look on her face. It 
looked like something was bothering her.

After a while, Jenny's parents started to get ready to 
head to the beach.
 
Jenny got up and motioned me to follow her. We walked 
toward my camp and stopped.

"You know they take a shower together," Jenny said.

"Who?" I asked.

"Carrie and Jake," Jenny explained.

"What do you mean?" I asked, not comprehending what 
Jenny was trying to explain.

"They go to the showers near the same time, and if no 
one is waiting, they go into a shower together," Jenny 
explained.

"Oh," I said.

"Then they wash each other," Jenny said.

I nodded, still not understanding why it was important 
that Jenny tell me this.

"Do you want to take a shower?" Jenny asked.

"You mean with you?" I replied.

"Yeah," Jenny said.

Now it was making sense. Jenny's sister had obviously 
told her about showering with Jake.  Carrie must have 
described it as being fun, and now Jenny wanted to do 
the same with me.

"Okay," I responded.

"So go get a towel and wait a few minutes," Jenny 
directed. "Then come to the showers."

I nodded and went off to my camp and got a beach towel 
out of our trailer.

I waited a few minutes, then headed down to the showers.

As I neared the path, I noticed Carrie and Jake walking 
toward me. They were smiling and had towels wrapped 
around their waists.

"We're heading to the beach in a few," Carrie announced. 
"We just passed Jenny and she said she'll be there right 
after she takes a shower."

"Okay," I said.

When I turned the corner around the brick building, 
Jenny was standing there waiting for a shower room. But 
I could tell that no one was in any of the showers, as 
there was no running water and no towels hanging on any 
of the shower doors.

"Come on," Jenny said, as she went to the shower door at 
the end of the line, opened it, and went in. I followed.

Jenny closed and locked the shower door and tossed her 
towel over the top of the door. She grabbed my towel and 
did likewise.

The shower stalls had brick walls, a metal door with a 
one foot gap on the top and bottom, and concrete floor 
sloping slightly to the center, with a metal drain in 
the middle. Each had a light at the top, as well as two 
knobs on the back wall, which controlled the cold and 
hot water that ran to a shower spout that came out of 
the wall directly above the knobs near the ceiling. On 
either side of the control knobs were two stainless 
steel boxes embedded into the wall, with a pump button 
and nozzle sticking out from each. One held shampoo. The 
other held liquid soap. Each shower stall was fairly 
spacious, measuring about ten feet by ten feet.

Jenny went over to the control knobs and turned them on, 
being careful to stay out of the water spray. I just 
stood by the door until she got the temperature right.

Then Jenny got into the shower spray and put her back to 
the warm water.

"Come on over," she said.

I walked over to her and she put her hands around my 
waist and pulled me close. I wasn't expecting that. 
Jenny leaned in and kissed me on the mouth. I wasn't 
expecting that either, but I responded by kissing her 
back and wrapping my arms around her, feeling the warm 
water on my arms and hands as I touched her soft skin.

Jenny then broke our embrace and walked over to the soap 
dispenser and got a handful of soap. This left me 
standing in the shower stream, so I turned around and 
backed into the shower spray.

Jenny approached me from the front and put the soap on 
my chest and began to wash my upper body. It felt really 
good, but it wasn't feeling sexual, so I didn't get an 
erection. I was just enjoying the new sensations.  When 
Jenny was done with my chest and arms she had me turn 
around and washed my back and butt. Then she crouched 
down and washed my legs.

The only part of my body she hadn't washed was my cock 
and balls. I began to wonder if that was next.

"You want to wash me now?" Jenny asked.

"Sure," I said.

I washed the soap off my body and then got some soap on 
my hands from the dispenser, as Jenny backed into the 
shower spray. I washed her shoulders and arms and then 
washed her tiny breasts. They felt firm and slippery in 
my hands and I lingered too long, because I could tell 
my cock was finally starting to get hard. I moved down 
to her belly and washed her pussy mound. I had her turn 
around and washed her back and butt, which caused my 
erection to grow yet again. I also washed her legs and 
feet.

I stood up, and then Jenny spun around in the shower 
spray and washed all the soap off her body.

"Well, there's only one thing left to wash," Jenny 
announced.

There was actually three. My cock and balls, and her 
pussy.

"I see it's gotten hard," Jenny said with a smile on her 
face. Then she looked down at my crotch and reached out 
with her right hand and wrapped it around the shaft of 
my now fully erect penis. 

 "Would you like me to wash it for you?" Jenny asked.

I nodded sheepishly.

Jenny got more soap on her hands and returned to face 
me, putting her back into the shower spray again.

"Turn sideways," Jenny directed, as she swirled her hand 
in a counter-clockwise rotation.

I followed her instruction.

Jenny reached out with her soapy right hand and wrapped 
it around the shaft of my cock. She put her left hand on 
my back just above my butt.

Jenny stroked my hard cock. She went slow at first, and 
then sped up.

I looked over at her. She knew I was in bliss and would 
be making me cum in short order. Jenny smiled big, 
showing her braces. Then she looked back down to what 
her hand was doing to my cock.

I looked as well. That was all it took.

"Ohhh" I moaned as my orgasm took over.

I shot spurt after spurt of semen into the air and it 
fell to the concrete shower floor. One spurt almost made 
it to the wall. Jenny kept stroking until I could take 
no more and wrapped my left hand around her right hand, 
guiding her through the last few strokes that caused a 
few thick globs of cum to dribble out the head of my 
cock and into the frothy soapy semen mixture that was on 
her hand.

Jenny then washed her hands and stepped aside so that 
the shower spray would hit my body. I turned and let the 
spray wash my cock. Jenny also made sure to direct the 
shower nozzle in a way that washed my semen down the 
drain. After that she shut the shower off.

"That was fun," Jenny said in a quiet voice.

I nodded.

"Don't you want me to do something for you?" I asked.

"Not now," Jenny replied. "Later."

With that she grabbed her towel off the door and began 
to dry off. I did the same with my towel.

After we had wrapped the towels around our waists, Jenny 
directed me to stand aside while she opened the door and 
looked out. Then she motioned for me to follow her. 

Nobody was waiting in the shower area, although one 
other shower stall was running with a towel draped over 
the door.

We walked back to our camps, and then headed out o the 
beach.

After a full day of beach activity, the afternoon was 
coming to a close and campers were starting to head back 
to get ready for the evening potluck.

Jenny asked me to stay on the beach a little longer, and 
our parents said that was okay. They said we could just 
meet them all at the picnic grounds in an hour.

The beach area at the camp was basically a large cove 
with a broad white sand beach perfect for volleyball and 
other activities. The cove had two distinct parts. A big 
beach area directly adjacent to the campground, and a 
smaller beach area partially separated by a rock 
formation. Kids liked to climb on the rock formation 
between the two parts of the beach.

After nearly everyone had left the main beach area and 
sunset was approaching, Jenny grabbed her towel.

"Come on, I've got something to show you," Jenny said.

I grabbed my towel and followed her. Jenny walked over 
toward the rock formation separating the main beach area 
from the smaller beach area. But instead of climbing up 
and over the rock formation, Jenny walked toward the 
water and around the formation. The tide was going out, 
so there was no problem walking around it.

I walked next to Jenny in the wet sand along the small 
beach area.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"You'll see," Jenny said with a smile.

We walked to the end of the small beach to the rocky 
headland at the far end. Jenny walked to the end of the 
headland and hopped over the small rock at the end. When 
the tide was low there was a small area of additional 
beach. Maybe 20 feet wide, with only a small amount of 
dry sand right up against the rocks. A tiny beach cove 
that only appeared when the tide was out. We had 
explored and played there many times before. But this 
time I could tell Jenny had something different in mind.

Jenny laid her towel down on the small area of dry sand, 
with one end right up against the rocks. Then she took 
my towel and put it next to hers, end-to-end. The end of 
my towel was barely out of the wet sand. I didn't get 
what she was doing.

Jenny came up to me, wrapped her hands around my 
shoulders and looked me in the eye. I put my hands on 
her waist.

"I want you to lick me again," she declared.

"Okay," I replied.
  
Jenny smiled, turned around, and then laid down on her 
towel, with her head up near the rocks and facing me. 
Then she spread her legs slightly and looked right at 
me.

My cock was already fluffed from the idea of going down 
on Jenny again, and now it was starting to get hard as I 
gazed upon her exquisite body, with a glimpse of her 
delightful pussy. I suddenly understood why she had 
placed my towel the way she did.

I got down onto my towel, face down and scooted my head 
into Jenny's crotch as she spread her legs wider to 
allow me access.

Jenny's beautiful pussy was now fully displayed and I 
began to lap at her pussy slit with the tip of my 
tongue.

"That's feels good John," she said after a while.

I moved up to her clitoris and carefully flicked it with 
the tip of my tongue, and then circles. Then I went back 
down her pussy slot.

"Do that again," Jenny moaned.

So I went back up and concentrated on Jenny's clit. To 
my surprise, Jenny put her hands on the back of my head 
and began to gyrate her hips, while positioning my head 
exactly where she wanted it to be at any given moment.

"Ohhh," Jenny moaned as she applied pressure to the back 
of my head, effectively grinding my mouth around her 
clit, as I sped up the frequency of my tongue across her 
pleasure spot.

Jenny's lower body began to jerk as her body experienced 
waves of orgasm. She held my head in place, connected to 
her body just where she wanted it, as orgasmic 
contractions racked her pussy and ass.

Finally Jenny pulled my head away from her crotch when 
she could take no more. She looked down at me. He eyes 
were wide and she was breathing hard.

"Come here," she directed.

I got up onto all fours and crawled above Jenny's body. 
Her hands still holding my head, she pulled me down to 
kiss her, even though my mouth was still covered in her 
own wetness.

As we kissed, Jenny let go of my head with her right 
hand and reached down and grabbed my hard cock.

This caught me by surprise and our heads parted by a few 
inches, as my body hovered above her.

"Put it in," Jenny ordered. "Put it in me."

"But . . ." I said.

"It's okay," Jenny replied. "I want to do this. Just 
don't cum in me."

I nodded as Jenny pulled my cock down toward her wet 
pussy. I let my lower body move in that direction.

Jenny rubbed the tip of my hard penis up and down her 
pussy slot and then focused the head against her virgin 
pussy.

"Won't it hurt?" I asked.

"Yeah," Jenny said. "But it'll be okay."

I could feel Jenny move her hips in an effort to cause 
my cock to go into her pussy, but it just pushed the 
head up against her maidenhead. I could feel the 
pressure against my cock and worried about causing her 
pain, about her bleeding, about getting her pregnant. 
But all of those worries didn't cause my cock, or my 
youthful lust, to subside.

Jenny now had both of her hands on my hips. She looked 
at me in the eyes.

"Push hard John," Jenny instructed.

I did. I thrust my cock into Jenny and I could feel her 
hymen give way and my cock slide into her pussy.

"Ohhh" Jenny moaned. It seemed like that moan was pain, 
not pleasure.

I stopped with about half of my cock buried in Jenny's 
pussy.

I looked at her.

"It's okay," she reassured.

"Does it hurt?" I asked.

"A little," Jenny said. "But it feels good too."

I could feel Jenny's hands coaxing me to start pushing 
my cock in and out of her body, which is exactly what I 
started to do. The feeling was amazing. Jenny's pussy 
was warm, wet, and tight. It felt like a form fitting 
slippery glove was massaging my hard penis.

I slowly pumped my cock in and out of Jenny's pussy, 
moving slightly deeper on each forward thrust. When my 
cock was bottomed out in her pussy, Jenny moaned again 
and moved her hands off my hips, and instead wrapped her 
arms around my body.

It had only been a few minutes since Jenny and I had 
lost our virginity on the beach that day, but I was 
ready to cum. Suddenly I remembered that I needed to 
pull out and not cum in her pussy, so I pulled out 
immediately, thinking I would stroke myself for a minute 
and then cum.

But I didn't even last that long. As soon as I pulled my 
cock out of Jenny and wrapped my hand around the shaft I 
started cumming. Spurts of semen shot onto Jenny's belly 
and chest.

As I squeezed the last of the cum out of my cock and it 
dribbled down onto Jenny just above her belly button, I 
noticed there was pink wetness at the base of my cock. I 
knew instantly what it was. I looked up at Jenny. She 
saw it also.

"It's okay," Jenny reassured. "Come here."

Jenny reached up and grabbed my head again, pulling me 
down to kiss her.

"That was really good John," Jenny declared. "And you 
pulled out in time."

"Yeah, just barely," I admitted.

Jenny smiled.

When I got up I couldn't help but notice there was fresh 
blood at the base of Jenny's pussy, as well as a small 
amount on her towel.

I told her about it, but she again reassured me that it 
was okay.

Jenny took her towel and had us walk out into the surf, 
to our knees. She put her entire towel in the water, 
rinsed it out, and then used it to wash off my shriveled 
cock, as well as her pussy.

We walked back to Jenny's camp, where she hung up her 
towel, and then we went off to the potluck. On the way 
back to camp, and on the way to the potluck, Jenny held 
my hand as we walked together. The sunset was beautiful.

To be continued...

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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