The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Terri turned her head towards her friend, “This is simply glorious,” she said.

And it was.

A perfect blue skied day with not a cloud to spoil the perfection. A day for walking in the countryside and that was just what Terri and Esther were doing. It had been Esther’s idea. An idea formed months before and, finally, they had done it. They had synchronised diaries, got together and gone for the day’s hike. They had left the car and set off for a circular eighteen mile walk with a stop half way for a picnic lunch. The lunch had been good but that was already well behind them.

The track they had been following had just crested a hill. They looked down from the hill at the forest spread out before them, a sea of emerald green in the sunshine with the occasional splash of reflected light from a stream that ran, appearing here and there, through the trees far below. They flopped down beside the path to rest and admire the view.

“Glorious,” repeated Terri, and Esther smiled her agreement.

Two long legged girls in walking shorts, their tanned legs disappearing into walking socks and boots. Their short sleeved blouses a little damp from the exertion of the hike. Their day packs, now minus their lunches, cast aside, they sat side by side, knees drawn up looking out at the view.

“We’re making good time.”

“Mmmm, no hurry. We could just lay back and snooze.”

“I fancy dipping my feet in that stream down there... if we can find it.”

“If the track goes that way.”

Descending the hill they found that the track did not actually seem to come to the stream but occasionally they could still see it through the trees sparkling with reflected light, even hear it faintly as it ran. The sound was enticing. A liquid sound summoning up thirst, though they had their water bottles for that, and the thought of cooling water on hot, rather sweaty feet.

Terri and Esther rambled on with both of them rather hoping the stream would take a turn towards them, perhaps even cross the path under a little wooden footbridge, or their track turn towards it, either way causing a meeting. Instead, after a good ten or fifteen minutes, their track turned away from the supposed stream hidden by the trees. They could still hear it.

“Oh,” they both said together, seeing the track very obviously heading away from the desired cool flowing stream. The sound of water was louder at the turn, as if the stream was closer.

“Shall we see if we can find it?” Suggested Terri.

A small bird hopped towards them down the track and then flew off into the trees towards the sound of water.

Not so easy navigating off the track and through the trees without a path to follow. Not so easy having to circumnavigate patches of brambles and fallen trees. Not so easy when they had to push through a sudden sunlit expanse of tall green bracken with little idea what their feet were treading upon. They were puzzled that the sound of the stream had seemed louder yet was actually nowhere as close as it had been. They still could not see it, though the sound had become still louder. More trees and then a bit of a scramble down and they came out into the open, not to a stream but to a small body of water.

‘Pond’ would perhaps have under described it and ‘lake’ been far too grand. It was not large but it was not really small. A ‘tarn’ perhaps: only this was not Cumbria.

The water was fringed by trees and the sound of water was explained by a waterfall. Where the stream entered the pool at one end it did so over a rocky ledge with the water falling a good ten feet down into the pool. A real and rather beautiful waterfall cascading into the water. The outgoing water left at the other end of the pool much more sedately—just a stream again. The water was open and not fringed with reeds.

The sky reflected upon the water made it beautifully blue and anything but murky. Crystal clear was a much more accurate description.

“What a place!”

The girls sat and looked. A perfect place indeed, almost too perfect, and, but for them, deserted and not even the suggestion of a path around or to it. The pool so placid and calm, fringed with so many beautiful trees. Not a single species but many different types. It was a perfect and secret place.

Terri unlaced her boots and pulled them off together with her socks. She wriggled her toes. They had blue nail varnish to match her fingernails. A little incongruous out of walking socks but Terri liked her nail varnish.

“A paddle?”

“Perhaps a bit more than that, Esther. I’m tempted to go right in.”

Esther watched her friend unbuttoning her blouse. It would not simply pull off over Terri’s head, not with the sweat soaking it at the back and making it stick to her skin. It needed unbuttoning.

The last button undone and Terri pulled the blouse off and reached down for the button at the top of her shorts. A tug, a sliding of the zip and down they came around her ankles leaving her in brassiere and panties. She stepped towards the water, then turned.

“I don’t really need these, do I Esther? What do you think to skinny dipping?”

“Terri!”

But they were alone. Just two girls. “Why not?”

Terri did not await an answer but reached and undid the clasp. She did not let her white brassiere fall to the water but threw it to the bank. Her breasts were not large but feminine enough. The brassiere was not really needed. Slim but tall. Esther admired her friend’s athletic body. Not that she had anything to be ashamed of though there was rather more of her. Not shorter than Terri but rather more substantial and, unlike Terri’s jet black hair, her hair was auburn. She was a redhead, a ginger.

Terri crossed her arms over her breasts, “this does feel sort of naughty.”

Esther laughed, “You’ve almost done it Terri. Go on, go the whole hog.”

And she did, turning from Esther and stepping carefully out of her panties so as not to wet them with her already wet feet and then there was Terri, all at once, completely naked in the water. With a backwards flick of her wrist her final piece of underclothing was discarded upon the bank. Again she turned to Esther, her really black and not at all curly triangle of hair replacing a view of her bottom before her hand went down to cover and an arm went across her breasts. Hands hiding, fingers with varnish as blue as the reflected sky in the pool.

“It’s only me here, Terri. Not a boy!”

The hands dropped revealing Terri’s slim athletic body to her friend entire. They had not seen each other naked before despite knowing each other well since school.

“You coming in too?”

“Suppose so. Seems silly to just paddle.” Esther undid her boots and pulled off her socks. She undid the button and zip of her shorts before standing and slipping them and her panties down.

Terri had already stepped into the water, no doubt relishing the cool water around and between her toes.

“Wait for me,” said Esther undoing her blouse. Already it felt pleasantly cooler where her shorts had been removed. Cooler and freer.

Terri turned and saw Esther’s white brassiere drop to the ground. The contrast between the two girls was even more marked. Both tall and both girls, but there the similarity ended. Whereas Terri was slim, Esther was inclined to the voluptuous. Her hips that much wider and her breasts so much larger. Her skin paler and her bush so much more generous, thickly curled and, of course, sort of matching her head but much more orange.

“That’s a bit dramatic.”

“What?” Asked Esther. She stepped towards the water and her now unrestrained boobs wobbled. “Sorry about these udders,” she said.

“Huh! Don’t be so disparaging. They’re lovely. Wish mine were larger,” the girl pushed hers together to give a hint of cleavage, “Except when I’m running of course. And don’t the boys love them! Hey, and what a marvellous colour you are!”

She was looking at her friend’s pubes, looking at the riot of orange curls. Whilst Esther’s hair was auburn, a reddish brown, her curls were so much lighter and really rather orange.

“A...mazing.” She held out her hand and the two girls stepped further into the water together.

Two girls holding hands walking into a pool of clear water hidden in the forest, a pool complete with splashing waterfall. A perfect place and made the prettier by the girls. A photograph could have been exquisite of the two of them naked in the setting.

“Oooh, a bit cold after the walk.”

“You’re not complaining, Esther, surely?”

She was not.

They swam. They swam across the pool, they swam up to the waterfall, even under it so the water fell upon them. The water was cool and clear and they could even see the occasional fish below and around them. Regular replenishment from the stream plus the oxygenating effect of the waterfall no doubt doing wonders for the health of the water.

In time they had enough swimming. It was best to leave the water before they became cold. The two girls lay back on the warm rock by the pool. A little sunbathing would be pleasant for a while and they were not yet in a hurry to get on and finish their walk. Esther closed her eyes.

Two girls lying naked in the sunshine. It was a bit too hot for the birds to be active, though a couple did come and sit and look for a moment or two at the sleeping girls. Perhaps for a moment they thought the girl’s nipples might be tasty tidbits or else their triangles of hair useful nesting material but then they hopped away and flew into the trees leaving the girls alone. A zephyr blew across the water disturbing the now tranquil and placid pool. Ripples from the moving air came across the pool to where the girls lay sleeping in the sunshine.

A while later Terri woke. She had been dreaming. It was the sort of dream she rather liked and enjoyed waking from and remembering: certainly when alone in her bed in the early morning. It had been pleasantly erotic. She closed her thighs which had rather opened as she slept. She knew she was wet between them. It had, indeed, been a particularly pleasant and erotic dream. Terri was, though, immediately conscious of where she was and who she was with. It would be a little embarrassing if Esther had seen her perhaps opening and closing her thighs in the midst of her dream. She opened her eyes and turned to her friend and got a bit of a shock.

Esther was fast asleep or seemingly so as her eyes were closed but whereas Terri’s thighs had, she thought, been a little apart, Esther’s were splayed. Her mouth was rather open and her pink tongue flicking. Moreover she was panting and looking very much like a girl in the midst of sexual activity. It was clear and obvious to Terri that her friend was dreaming very much as she had been, but more so.

Esther’s gorgeous freckled breasts were moving, her perky nipples extended and Terri’s eyes could not fail to be drawn to Esther’s wonderful ginger bush. Such a pretty colour and looking all the better for a hint of dampness upon the curls. Terri glanced again at her friend’s face in case she had awoken but, whilst she could see movement of eyes underneath her lids, Esther seemed very much in the Land of Nod even if possibly very close to a sexual paroxysm.

Girls were not Terri’s thing but she could not resist looking a little closer at Esther’s sex. She sat up and looked between her friend’s thighs. Her orange curls framed her lips which were, unsurprisingly, thick and engorged but what held Terri’s eye and amazed her was Esther’s vagina. It was not just easily visible but really open: not the squashed entrance to her body which could be expanded and opened but a very visible tunnel, wide and seemingly pulsing. The soft, pink and obviously wet flesh was moving, rippling to and fro as if being drawn by an invisible penis. It was fascinating and surprisingly erotic. Terri just stared, then glanced at her still sleeping friend’s face before touching herself with her hand, feeling her own wetness and playing with her extended clit.

It was clear Esther was approaching orgasm and Terri did not think she would, herself, be far behind. Her dream had been rather erotic. A man had been atop her, in her dream, and doing what men do but rather well. It was, though, a new experience to be playing with herself and getting off not on the thought of some nice young man but the sight of a girl’s open pudenda. It was certainly very pretty, which actually was a somewhat odd thing for her to think about a girl’s sex.

The thought that it looked good enough to eat came to her mind. In the absence of a man would she actually like to have pushed her face into her friend’s sex, tasted her wetness, sucked on her standing pink clit and even pushed her tongue into that open vagina whilst, importantly, Esther did the same to her? Two girls on the ground in the sunshine, soixante-neuf? That was not Terri’s scene but just then, in the sunshine as her fingers took her to a peak, it seemed not unattractive and who would know! Terri’s eyes were fixed on the strange pulsing movement of Esther’s sex and then she glanced up at Esther’s face and saw her friend peak. A delightfully abandoned shuddering and movement of tongue and mouth. Esther as she had not seen her before.

Almost Terri herself coming, her fingers flicked but that last little raising of excitement, those last few yards up that hill seemed to elude her and then, frustratingly, Esther’s eyes opened. Terri’s thighs snapped shut and her hand came away. She felt embarrassed, caught doing something she should not have been doing but it was unlikely Esther had seen anything of that and certainly her own obvious embarrassment suggested she was much more conscious of her own display. Esther went bright red as her thighs came together and she sat up.

“Oh, I... I’ve been dreaming.” Her voice had an unusual timbre and was pitched higher than usual. Her eyes were blinking rapidly.

“So I could see. A nice dream was it?”

Laughter is the best relief for embarrassment, “Just a bit” She bit her lip.

“Sorry but, I’ve just... it’s what the boys call a ‘wet dream.’ It was... he was... sorry!”

Terri grinned and hunched her shoulders. “Shall we have another dip?” It was annoying she had not come herself. Cool water would take away her still desire for sexual activity and thoughts of touching Esther.

They said nothing more about it as they swam, dressed and set off back up the slope and across the sunlit patch of bracken towards their path. They found it easily despite not having the sound of water to guide them. That was behind them. A few more miles found the girls back at their car. A perfect day’s walking and even a swim!

Back in the city Terri found her thoughts kept returning to that Saturday with Esther. It had been such a perfect day. Such weather, such countryside, such good exercise, such an enjoyable picnic, what a wonderful pool to have found and it had been so good to swim and..., yes, and... Terri had to admit her thoughts kept also going back to her dream, her playing fingers and, indeed, the sight of Esther’s naked body in sexual excitement. Those orange curls and the sight of Esther’s sexual orifice so open and moving. It was such a shame she had not had the same dream again whilst in her bed in the city.

Esther pushed her chair back at her office desk and thought. Her thoughts, too, went back to that day’s hike with Terri. She felt embarrassed by what Terri must have seen. She had woken feeling so sexually taut. She had ‘come,’ she had felt the pulsing rush of orgasm, had been ‘coming’ as she awoke and saw Terri looking at... at her sex. It had been a ‘wet dream’ all right. The term was really for the boys, when they ejaculated whilst asleep. She knew that but, equally, ‘wet’ applied so much to girls, more so in a way, and she had been as ‘wet’ as anything.

And then there was her dream—her so sexual dream. It remained vivid. A man—of course—having sex with her. But what a man, an idealised man. So handsome, so virile. His olive skin and curly black hair—in many places—his tight bottom and, yes, upstanding curved penis. She could recall her dream, him walking towards her so naked, so beautiful, so hard. His ‘horn’ curving up for her. And then the coupling, the feel of him entering her and making her feel so good.

Esther had hoped the dream would come to her again whilst in bed in her flat in the city but it did not—not even a whisper of that dream. Not that she could recall, anyhow, and she had not woken to find herself all ‘wet’ from some, unfortunately, forgotten dream.

Again and again Esther found her thoughts returning to that perfect pool, that lovely swim and... and being naked with Terri in the sunshine and solitude. She could not forget her dream but nor could she forget Terri looking at her sex. Terri had looked so fine, her strong athletic body, her sweet little breasts and her pretty, so straight hair in her private place.

It was she, Esther, who again suggested they spend another Saturday hiking and it was she who suggested they take somewhat the same route as before.

“That pool... it was so lovely.”

And Terri had agreed.

Once again dressed in hiking shorts and boots they had set off from their car. The weather not so good but the forecast promising a steady improvement during the day and, by the time they stopped for lunch, rather later this time, the sun had come out and the clouds rolled away. A mostly different route but it found them again at the top of the hill looking out over the forest and the bright stream winding its way onwards. The wind had dropped completely and they found it hot enough to undo a few buttons of their shirts as they finished their lunch and stood once more, both eager to be on the move—or perhaps to reach the pool.

“I had been thinking it was not going to be warm enough to swim but, you know, I think it will be.”

Again the faint sound of running water when they came down into the forest. When their path turned they could hear the sound of the waterfall. Leaving the path proved as difficult as before. Neither could understand why there was not a track leading to the pool. Surely it must have enticed others. It was such a place for a picnic or to fish... or to swim.

The splashing of water was quite loud in the stillness when the two of them finally came out through the trees into the open at the pool’s edge. A few birds that had been drinking at the water flew up into the trees but otherwise just as before there was no one there and not the sign that anyone had been there, no path around the pool, no obvious favourite place for fishing, no rope hanging from a willow to swing on out over the water, no litter: just the girls and the trees around the pool.

“It really is the most perfect place,” said Terri.

It was where they had both so wanted to be; had thought about so much whilst in the city; had separately so wanted to take their clothes off again and swim and be naked together.

It was Esther who began, “I sort of feel it is almost wrong to be clothed here.”

Terri giggled, “two nymphs of the pool.” She watched as her friend undid her shirt and brassiere. Esther’s breasts were so full. She loved the way the freckles came down her neck and spread out across the swell of her breasts, not simply into her cleavage but out onto the breasts themselves almost touching her areolae. Terri smiled at seeing Esther’s nipples looking all erect—‘perky’ indeed. It was not the cold, so she thought she must be feeling the same excitement Terri was—and she knew it was not simply the excitement of being back in this wonderful place or the prospect of slipping, naked, into the so soft clear water and swimming. No, it was sexual excitement and she felt it as much, had been feeling it and been growing wetter in her panties as they had stepped off the path. It could even have been the sound of the waterfall that had been the trigger.

What a little worried her was her sexual thoughts were not simply of that erotic dream she had experienced but of Esther herself—her breasts, her nipples and her orange curl framed sex.

“You are so pretty, Esther,” she said as the girl unlaced her boots, her freed breasts swinging as she did so.

A flash of a smile from the redhead, “I’m not, not like you. Too much of me.”

“Nonsense,” Terri did not look away in sort of politeness as Esther undid her shorts and slipped them and panties down the whiteness of her thighs, “I mean, just look at your so pretty curls, I love how orange they are, so strikingly different and lighter than your, and I mean it, so pretty hair.”

Esther stood completely naked, her right thigh a little forward of her left.

“See,” said Terri, lifting her hands to her friend, “look in the pool.” She held her friend’s naked shoulders with her hands, her orange nail polish at the ends of her fingers showing against the white skin, yet echoing the orange of Esther’s hair. She turned the girl so she could see herself in the pool.

The stillness of the water allowed a clear reflection back of the two girls holding hands. One still dressed in her hiking gear, the other totally naked. Esther’s gorgeous freckled breasts and perky nipples reflected and, of course, Esther’s wonderful ginger bush.

“See, you are lovely. A nymph indeed.” Almost, almost Terri kissed her.

“Come on Terri. Let’s skinny dip.”

The hiking boots took rather longer to undo than her clothes but soon Terri was as naked as Esther. Both tall girls, yet the contrast striking. Even at her feet Terri’s nails were painted orange whereas Esther’s were natural; running up their long legs there was a contrast in size. Terri’s lithe and toned, Esther’s fuller but as smooth because both had shaved their legs; yet, reaching their pubic hair, there was no sign of razor work making the contrast of black and orange so marked. Terri’s small breasts so differing from Esther’s full womanly chest.

The girls stepped hand in hand into the water and began to swim. The water as soft as they remembered and as clear. Wonderful to swim in. Perfect in fact. No smell of chlorine, just so natural and pure. They swam right across and stood under the waterfall as if under an enormous shower.

Lovely to clamber out next to the waterfall and explore that side of the pool. Naked girl explorers, stepping gingerly, hand in hand, careful not to hurt their bare feet.

They sat on a rock looking back at where they had left their clothes, boots and packs. There was a certain frisson in having left their clothes and things, swum away and then explored naked. Almost a danger giving an excitement.

“What if someone came?” Esther voiced what they had both been thinking.

“Men,” said Terri.

The word conjuring up all sorts of images.

“A group of hikers.”

“Young men.”

“Young virile men.”

Terri grinned. The idea tickled her. “Perhaps they don’t see our clothes and, like us, fancy a swim.”

“As we peek!”

The girls giggled at the idea.

“Perhaps,” suggested Esther, “young men are watching us.”

“Plenty to see,” and Terri very deliberately moved her eyes up and down Esther.

“Don’t rub it in.”

“You’re lovely to look at Esther. There’s much more to see than with me.”

“Nonsense!”

Terri lay back and closed her eyes. “It’s so lovely here.”

Beside her Esther too leant back on the rock feeling the sun upon her whole body. “Mmmm, I think I might drift off again.”

“Not good if those boys see us.”

“Yeah, silently swimming across the pool to us, slipping from the water and gazing.”

“Boys with erections.”

“Terri!” But that was exactly what she too had been thinking of: young, virile men with extended penises. She had found the whole coming down to the pool experience, down through the wood, the undressing and the naked swimming had excited her sexually. She could feel wetness between her thighs not simply a result of having been in the pool.

There was, of course, no one there, no group of male hikers or even a solitary female hiker: just Terri and herself. All around the pool was a soothing, gentle lapping of water as it was moved by the force of the stream cascading down into the waiting pool. No one was there at all but for the girls, just the trees around the pool watching and, maybe, if you believe in such things, the spirit of the place.

Esther’s mind drifted backwards all the way to the dream she had experienced when she had last been lying naked in the sunshine by the pool and, all at once, she realised she was dreaming again.

Beside her on the rock the tall, black haired girl was dreaming as well. The same dream. A dream of a man, a young, idealised man with olive skin and curly black hair. A man with tight bottom and upstanding curved penis rising from dark, dark curls. He walked towards her so naked, so beautiful and so hard. His proud ‘acorn’ carried aloft by a shaft curving upwards from his body so that it sat completely vertical but swaying a little as it advanced. The young man was smiling at her, a welcoming smile rather than one of lust and he held out his hand to her—to them in fact, for the two girls were having the same dream.

Both Esther and Terri felt it, such a desire to have the penis within them, to feel the knob pushing at their flesh and opening the way. Firmness against their softness, the acorn shape easing their flesh apart and penetrating.

Esther’s eyes snapped open at exactly the same moment as Terri’s. The two girls had dropped off at the same time but had woken. They turned and looked at each other, eyes looking at eyes. Both were panting.

“Oh,” said Esther and her eyes dropped. Her thighs were open, very open but so were Terri’s. Soft feminine flesh was exposed. “I was dreaming again.”

“So was I.”

“It was nice. It was sexual—again—really sexual, Terri.” She sat up.

“Me too, such a nice young man and...” she too got up onto her bottom.

Neither had closed their thighs, perhaps it was the shear sexual excitement that prevented it.

“...and he was just about to... push his cock in me when I woke up.”

“Me too. Just about to... Terri, I so wanted to feel that and I woke up and, and... so annoying, so frustrating.” Her thighs were widening and closing, stretching and moving her glistening pink sex all framed by her orange curls. “I feel so... so sexual.”

Terri could not take her eyes from Esther’s sex and then, all of a moment, she reached, bunching her fingers, touched and pushed and she was inside her friend. Her fingers were inside her friend’s hot and so wet vagina. There was no protest: anything but...

“Oh, Terri, yes... I need. I so need that!” And she too, reached, bunching her own fingers and pushed into Terri’s dark framed sex.

Two girls sitting in the sunshine by the pool with their fingers in each other’s sex, each with a hand between the other’s soft thighs. The hands moving and simulating sexual intercourse, fingers pushing and pulling like the penis they had been dreaming of moments before. It was not what they had planned to do at all, but now it had started it would finish.

They touched nothing else, they did not kiss but just slid their fingers in and out of each other, their thumbs curling up to rub each other’s clitoris. They knew their own bodies; they knew what to do; they did not hug as they each came but afterwards they sat looking at each other somewhat in surprise. First Terri and then Esther looking down to where their friend’s fingers were inserted into the other’s body. So intimate. Slowly they withdrew their fingers and looked at the slippery wetness upon them.

“I never thought I... but I came so hard.” Esther bit her lip and looked at her friend.

“Me too, it was, you were, good.”

They swam again. Refreshing after their sexual experiences, their bodies had become a little sweaty and perhaps a little too sexually scented. Despite their quietness and introspection, occasioned by embarrassment, they were in no hurry to leave their perfect place. Again they lay naked, but not touching, to sunbathe and again they drifted into slumber.

A breeze, a zephyr, across the still pool causing ripples and then, again, the dream of the young man came. The dream of the young man with curly black hair and a penis like a curving horn.

Esther awoke before Terri. She awoke still coming, still with the thought of the young man upon her, still feeling the result of the dreaming copulation.

And there was Terri beside her, legs so apart, in such a pose of abandonment and with her sex so open, it even moving in a rhythmic pulsation as if she was actually being, well, fucked.

Esther licked her lips. In her mind the thought of kissing Terri—there! It all looked so luscious and moist. It had not been her thoughts before—never—but excited as she was and with the feeling of her own fresh dream orgasm, the lovely heat of the sun and the delight of their special place, the idea became very attractive. A desire even.

The pulsing stopped and from Terri’s open vagina a trickle of liquid.

Esther bent her head close and breathed in the heady scent of sex. From between Terri’s thighs Esther glanced up at Terri’s face. She seemed still to be sleeping but with such a contented smile on her face. Perhaps Esther could touch her lips to the soft flesh and Terri would not know. She did not resist her desire.

So soft and the trickling liquid so sweet. Esther lapped and stuck her tongue inside her friend.

“Esther!”

She looked up again at Terri, up through the thicket of her pubic hair. Terri’s eyes were now open and staring in seeming disbelief at her friend crouching between her thighs.

“What are you doing?”

Esther giggled and turned her body around and began to reverse back over the prone Terri. As she did so she looked beneath her, beyond her swinging breasts to her spread thighs moving back towards Terri’s head. The girl was wide eyed and staring at the orange framed girl sex approaching her—everything on view and becoming closer by the second.

“I couldn’t Esther, really I couldn’t. I don’t—with girls—I... you have a very pretty, um pussy, Esther. I never thought I’d say or think such a thing but... you’re running with juice. It does look... um... succulent. I...”

Esther felt the touch of her sex to Terri’s face. Her friend had not avoided the approaching sex as it had got closer to her and now Terri’s lips and tongue were moving on and inside Esther. Esther bent her head downwards and reapplied herself.

Soixante-neuf, the right way for girls to have sex together. A beautiful sight. Their enjoyment of each other was not hurried but rather was long and successful for both. The orgasms were not whilst they slept, were not wet dreams, though certainly considerable wetness featured highly in the activity.

A beautiful sight but seen by no-one, except maybe by the hopping birds who came quite close to the entwined girls and perhaps the spirit of the place watched too.

The two girls sat. Terri reached and held her friend’s breasts and Esther did the same. “Esther, what have we done? I mean I... it’s such a lovely place but it doesn’t half get me excited—sexually excited—more than... more than I’ve ever been. I’ve not a boyfriend at present but I can’t see us as lovers. I... I don’t go with girls...”

She looked down and there was Esther’s hands on her breasts and hers upon Esther’s. She looked up again and Esther smiled and leant towards her. They had not kissed, not with their lips, but now two pairs of lips pressed together and Esther’s tongue, so recently in her friend’s sexual entrance, slipped into Terri’s mouth.

They were not lovers but...

How would a group of male hikers liked to have seen that? Still more to have silently risen from the water and stood with penises extended watching the girls performing cunnilingus upon each other soixante- neuf? There would have been the gentle pattering of semen upon the ground before the hikers swam away again.

A further swim and then, dressed, the girls walked hand in hand, through the trees back towards their path and home. Perhaps it was because they were going uphill but it seemed a little harder to leave than to come to the pool. The trees seemed closer and thicker as they left the pool, their branches seeming to catch at the girls, becoming caught in their packs, as they made their way. Terri and Esther were unusually quiet when they reached the car. No longer hand in hand.

“I did not expect...”

“No... not at all.”

“It’s the place, so pretty but it has an, um, unsettling effect.”

“We shouldn’t go there again.”

“No.”

The girls rather avoided each other for the next few weeks. Both embarrassed and confused at what they had done. Both started new relationships, perhaps a little hurriedly, with young men—most definitely men. Very sexual relationships and very much involving hard penises. Yet, just as before, their thoughts in the city kept returning, returning to the hills and the forest and most especially to a hidden pool with a tumbling waterfall.

It was an accidental meeting but then they had a coffee together. Despite their new relationships both Terri and Esther had, separately, found their minds drifting back to the pool, not, both were relieved, so much to thoughts of the other in sexual abandonment, but rather the place and the feeling of contentment in the sunshine, the lovely swimming and the quiet beauty of the place... and their dreams of the dark, curly haired young man with his beautiful curving erection.

It was not then or on their next rendezvous but on a further meeting that Esther had mentioned the pool. It had been very deliberately kept from their conversation but once mentioned neither seemed able to stop talking about it. They did not then arrange to go walking but when Terri received an excited telephone call from Esther suggesting, as it was actually a Saturday, they go for another walk, it being a perfect day, she found herself agreeing.

Terri could not get over her excitement or anticipation as she waited for Esther’s car. The walk proved fine, the picnic lunch was fine but what both girls were really looking forward to was the sight of their secret pool and a swim. Both had independently thought of mentioning and then taking their new boyfriends to the pool, thinking how good it would be to swim naked with a man and then make love on the banks of the so pretty and secret pool: but neither had mentioned it as if it was a secret kept for them alone.

At the crest of the hill they stared out over the emerald forest and the winding stream but could not make out the pool. They had not seen it before from the hill but they so knew it was there.

It seemed, however, more difficult to find this time. They kept thinking they were at the turn in the forest when they would hear the waterfall but then realised it was not that turning. They kept walking thinking it would be beyond the next twist in the path.

“I’m sure we turn here,” said Terri. Certainly the path took a more pronounced turn, yet it did not seem quite right. They could not hear the sound of the waterfall though they had heard the tinkling of the stream clear enough earlier in their walk.

“It is here,” said Esther, “it has to be.” She plunged into the wood but without the sound of the waterfall or a compass they seemed not to find their way and were soon disorientated and quite lost.

“Perhaps it wasn’t there. We should go back to the path.”

But that was easier said than done.

It was hot in the forest. Not a breath of wind. Hot and full of the earthy smell of vegetation. They found themselves holding hands once more. A little worried. A trip here and a trip here and soon knees and hands were soiled by the forest floor. What had started out well was unexpectedly going wrong.

“We’re lost,” Terri stated the obvious. “How?”

How indeed? They had been to the pool twice before with no difficulty and come back from it as easily. This time things were different. They did not recognise where they were.

“But we must come to the stream and can follow it back to the pool.”

They had not come to it as yet. let alone heard it.

“Upstream or downstream?”

“We’ll get somewhere.”

“Oh, I wish. Oh, I so wish we could find it.”

A bird hopped onto a branch and looked down at them. Its dark and beady eye seemed to regard them with interest. They watched it as they decided which way they should go. The two girls looked at the single bird. The bird seemed to be looking back at them and then it flew off in a straight line away from them.

The girls watched it. “I vote we follow the bird. I feel it is leading us.”

“Don’t be silly Esther.”

“Have you a better choice?”

Terri had not and, indeed, could not have made a better choice because the bird led unerringly to the pool. All at once they could see it through the trees, the way down to the pool easy and open, the branches of the trees close by the pool seemed almost parted and raised up to let them pass.

The girls came out into the sunshine and tranquillity with such excitement and relief but they were not alone, this time.

“Oh Esther, what a perfect place. Our special, special place. I almost wish I could be here forever.”

“Me too, at last!”

They were already tearing their clothes from their bodies in an urgency to be in the clear water, to wash and be refreshed. Packs were discarded, boots and socks removed and, already both were bare breasted, it was then the girls saw him across the pond and froze.

Their reaction would have been the same at seeing any man, indeed probably any person but the man, the young man, they both recognised. How could they forget his dark curly hair or his freely upstanding penis?

“Oh, oh, Esther, I dreamt about him.”

“M...me too. He’s so... beautiful. Who is he?” A pause as Terri stared.

“You’ve dreamt too?”

They were captivated. They just stood frozen to the spot, merely their eyes moving as the young man walked so lithely, so gracefully around the pool, his musculature moving beneath his skin and his erection moving slowly side to side, almost hypnotically, as he walked. He did not hurry.

“It was him, in my dream.”

“Me too. How? He’s gorgeous, so manly.”

A picture of masculine beauty, a perfect man, so tall, strong looking yet graceful, he walked as if on the stage of a ballet and he the leading male. Even his penis was graceful, and never was a penis in a ballet so obvious, not simply a bulge in tights but revealed in all its splendour—and that was the word in Terri’s mind.

Closer and closer he came, the girls eyes were torn between his face and his perfectly upstanding penis and gently swaying balls. The girls were nearly shaking with desire, never had they seen such a man, never had they felt the same desire for the male organ. Such power, such strength.

The young man was smiling and as he reached them he raised his hands to them and waited.

It was clear to the girls they needed to finish their undressing and be as naked as he. Their eyes did not leave his as their shorts and panties slid to the ground and then he took their hands in his, an almost electric touch as their hands met, and gently he walked backwards into the pool leading them in. His beautifully curving penis right there in front of them.

Lovely to feel the cool water on their feet, good to feel it rise to their ankles and then knees. Onwards he led them until his balls touched the water.

Momentarily Esther was frightened he would lead her in and under the water down and down to his perhaps watery domain. And she knew she would let him. But instead he released their hands and the two girls launched themselves either side of him and swam as he partially turned and watched, thigh deep in the water. Again and again their eyes returned to him, to his handsome chiselled features, to his short dark curly hair, his tight and perfect bottom and his so manly penis, not one bit diminished in strength as he watched the girls swimming.

Perhaps, Esther had thought, he could not swim but all at once he turned completely and slid forward into the water and swam with a strong crawl to the other side of the pool and exited and sat, again watching and undoubtedly waiting, on the other side of the pool.

The girls, now clean of their sweat and the soiling of their struggles through the wood came from the water and sat next to him. It might have been the cool water—it might have been but was not! Esther’s nipples were extended as much as Terri’s. They were two girls aroused sexually and ready for coitus. They both knew it. Knew what was to come. Their eyes kept returning to the upstanding penis, both desiring it, so strong and hard.

The girls heads descended at the same moment bumping into each other. They giggled and then Esther bent to the right and Terri to the left and their lips met from either side of the acorn head. Two girls sharing a penis. Two girls sucking and licking and kissing not just the penis, not just the so smooth knob but each other’s lips. So sexual, so pleasurable, so right.

Wonderful taking it in turns sucking on the so smooth and so full knob. A delight.

It was not at all what they had expected from their day. His hands not still but freely moved over their bodies. Sitting between them his hands slipped between their thighs, their long legs opening and receiving his fingers into their sex, both at the same moment. It was not all that would enter.

The man took Terri by the breasts, one hand to each, and lifted her upwards and she had then swung her leg over his thighs. A natural movement—opening her body to him, inviting his penis in. Esther had reached and held it as Terri had descended and Esther had watched the penis enter Terri’s body. She had watched as with increasing intensity in her face, Terri had ridden, a desperate enthusiasm, bringing herself to orgasm on his organ. Esther had held his balls, had moved her fingers and touched her friend’s sex and felt the moving connection. An almost sloppy connection of hard male flesh sliding within soft, wet female flesh. The age old joining of the male and female—so erotically and so wet in her hand.

She had touched Terri when they had been at the pool before—but not like this.

Terri had climaxed and risen dripping from the man and Esther had been quick to claim the wet, so fine looking, pole for herself. Her thighs had opened and, like Terri, had simply sat down upon the young man’s strong thighs, forcing the penis that moments before had been in her friend, into her own body, sharing a man.

Again and again she rode up and down, her climax building perhaps as never before. Esther could feel Terri’s hand fondling, being intimate with her as she had been with her friend. Fondling both male and female genitalia. Finally Esther came, a shuddering, rather vocal climax which seemed to scare the little birds who had been watching into the air.

Esther rested feeling the man’s hardness within her. She knew the sex was not finished. She did not want it to end. She would readily couple with Terri if the man was no longer capable. Roll again soixante-neuf by the pool yet he seemed and felt more than capable but surely, she thought, surely she had felt him come?

Esther rose and looked. The man’s erection was not diminished one little bit. It curved upwards as strongly as before. Esther shook her head. This was not her experience at all—not her experience with men. She sat beside him and again the girls’ mouths went to the penis. It was wet and sticky from the double coitus but the girls’ desire was strong and their mouths and tongues very active. Very active indeed. Tongues and lips on the move, on the penis and against each other.

A groan from the man. The first sound he had made and he was ejaculating in and around their mouths. It was not semen like they had seen and tasted before. When she looked at Terri there on her lips and face was the man’s semen. so white and with threads of gold. It had come both prolific and forceful, a succession of slow pulses.

The semen was honey like, so pale and yet so sweet. It was what Esther had tasted in her friend the time before but thought her juices. It had flowed easily from the penis whilst they had sucked and toyed, a sweet seeping but had ejaculated thick and syrupy, The young man had ejaculated within her, she was sure of it. Quite sure, Had felt that and knew he had done the same to Terri. She had seen it slowly running from Terri’s sex, yet had he not just come again in their mouths?

And still he had not softened, not gone limp and flaccid but stayed so hard. His beautiful curving erection with its acorn finial as upstanding as when first he had appeared: though slippery now with saliva, girl juice and semen. The girls had coaxed it again, unable to keep their hands from it—or lips for that matter—and had produced yet another ejaculation with their hands. The young man had laughed as he came, the little slit at the very apex of his penis opening and shooting so white up above their heads so that it rained down upon their entwined and working hands.

The young man stood and turned back to them. His penis still undiminished and with a long strand of white semen swinging from it. The girls’ hands were liquid with the stuff.

“You are?” It seemed a more than appropriate enquiry after they had made the young man come four times.

“Faunus,” the young man’s voice as sweet as his semen, clear yet with an accent the girls could not quite place. Italian... perhaps or, again, was it like the sounds of the forest?

“Do you come here often?”

It seemed such a commonplace sort of enquiry. Again the young man’s laugh and he turned from them and walked into the pool. The girls stared, stared at his retreating bottom, so tight, so small, so perfect. Both girls wishing at the same time to fondle and stroke it, curl their fingers into the slim divide.

If the young man’s erection was undiminished so was the girls’ sexual desire. Each turned to the other and smiled. He had not answered their second question but they hardly noticed that. The place, their secret place, seemed to cast a spell over them, making their feelings and thoughts not quite rational, not quite what they would normally have been. Looking at each other they thought the other so pretty even with the young man’s semen on her lips and chin. Esther leant towards her friend and licked the sweet pale semen from her friend and then both tongues were extended. Those other extendable, sometimes sexual, organs: pink, mobile and licking at the other’s face before both entwining and visiting each other’s mouth.

The girls turned to the pool but it seemed the young man, Faunus, has swum across the pool and disappeared into the trees. They were sure he would return but for now...

Fingers sticky and sweet from Faunus were placed in the other girl’s mouth. The girls pushed their fingers between each other’s thighs where he had so recently pushed his penis, so hot, so wet, so sticky with semen. Sticky fingers toyed with hard little clitorises. Terri’s fingers with their pale green nail varnish, a little like leaves at the ends of her fingers.

“Shall we... again?”

The girls had not one bit intended when they decided to visit their pool again to engage intimately once more with faces between each other’s thighs and tongues pushing into each other’s vagina but that was before their recent coitus and arousal.

Terri had asked and by way of acceptance, Esther’s pink tongue was extended and licked her friend’s lips. Such a carnal gesture. “Suck my breasts,” she said.

Terri did not simple suck on Esther’s hard and perky nipples but first stuck her fingers in her own vagina and stroked them across Esther’s areolae even to where the freckles began. Esther shook with the touch, such a pretty sight to see her large breasts wobble.

And then Terri sucked her friend’s nipples. Right, left and right again before pushing her own towards Esther. Small breasts but hard nipples. She revelled in the feeling, the feeling of her friend’s lips and tongue upon her little titties.

The girls moved around each other—head to tail. Terri gazed at her friend’s so ample orange bush and then Esther’s thighs parted showing her swollen and so liquid flesh. Within it she could see the thick white sap still oozing from her. She knew Esther was gazing on her own black framed sex and seeing much the same.

Terri had not at all expected to, or want to be intimate with Esther again but this time she knew when they got back to the city they would not be so reticent. She knew, when they were back, there would be times they would sleep together with their limbs entwined. Times when their faces would descend to the heady scent of an aroused woman and lap. Across the pool small birds were gathering. The sun was getting lower. They were close to the girls’ discarded clothing, boots and packs. Tentatively one pecked at a pair of discarded panties.

Terri nuzzled into Esther and did not notice another bird landing upon her shorts and beginning to peck. Another orgasm or two from probing and sucking tongues and the two girls fell apart quite exhausted but still aroused. Standing above them caught by the now low sun, shining golden in the warm evening sun was Faunus. Naked, of course, and with his seeming ever ready erection looming over them.

Perhaps he had been watching them, perhaps enjoying the sight of their lovemaking, perhaps self pleasuring himself from the sight. The girls felt a little self conscious, as if caught doing something naughty or wrong. They scrambled to their feet, rising up into the golden light. Two girls with a naked man, a man erect.

And a naked erect man with two naked girls will want to copulate, will wish to relieve himself of his semen. The girls knew that. Should they drop to their knees and take his penis in their mouths, exchanging it between them until his sweet juice came—his thick syrup?

Perhaps it was the sight of the hopping birds, perhaps the thought they were in the midst of a forest, naked like the animals, but coitus in the way of the beasts seemed so right. Esther and Terri bent at the waist, turning from the golden young man and his erection, and presented their soft bottoms to him.

Again Esther felt hardness entering her, a bouncing, slapping coitus as the young man pushed and pulled against her bottom. A feeling of loss and then she heard the same slapping wet sounds from next to her where Terri had braced and prepared herself.

So like the beasts, Esther could see Faunus as the stag and Terri and herself part of his herd: he the single dominant male with his harem of docile females under his protection and for his satisfaction. Again the penetration. Faunus’ hard penis pushing into her. Such a joy and delight.

Again and again the young man moved from bottom to bottom, the girls happy in the shared coitus. It was only when each had come—and each was sure she had felt Faunus ejaculate within her—that they noticed just how low the sun had become and how long the shadows. It really was more than late enough to head home. They needed to find the path and walk the remaining miles to the car. Not so easy but feasible once they reached the path. It would not be good even on a balmy summer’s night to have to spend it in the dark woods. It was not that they were frightened there might be strange things in the wood, just they wanted to be home—and it was a long drive to the city.

“Faunus, we need to be making tracks.”

The beautiful young man, the low sun still catching his head and making it shine golden, smiled. Each of the girls was amazed to see his penis still standing as firm as ever, yet dripping white. Terri began to walk around the pool towards her clothes, frowning a little as she saw small birds hopping amongst her things.

“Assuredly, you are not leaving.”

It sounded like a question yet could so easily have been a statement. His voice so light and sweet, his smile so open and friendly, there was nothing of menace in it. It was only the second thing he had said the whole afternoon. Again an accent neither girl could place, or a warm breeze through the forest . Perhaps the addition of ‘so soon’ or ‘yet’ would have confirmed it as a question. Terri turned and saw a look of puzzlement on Esther’s face.

Esther made to say something but her feet seemed increasingly difficult to lift from the ground. She looked down at them until she gave up the attempt, they would not move. She stood still and looked at Faunus. He was still smiling at her.

“I feel...” but Terri did not hear how Esther felt as she watched the girl twist a little and raise her arms up and out as if she was a tree. And all at once there was not so much Esther standing there as a tree, a rowan, the mountain ash.

“Esther!” And Terri too felt herself unable to move a foot. Tall, willowy and black haired her hands also raised themselves into the air and a black poplar stood high and elegant where the girl had been.

The birds began to peck the more at the discarded clothes, at the boots and packs reducing first little cotton panties and then the rest to scraps and then nothing. As the sun dropped red on the horizon there came, across the pool, a sudden flurry of wind, a zephyr, catching the leaves of the many trees and causing them to shake and then there was stillness, not even the naked man with a fine horn of an erection who had been there moments before could be seen. And soon the birds with their scraps of material had flown, perhaps to build nests.

The beautiful pool, the Pool of Faunus, waited quietly for another unwary traveller. Around its fringes beautiful trees stood in the bright moonlight. Close to each other a mountain ash and a black poplar seemed to be touching, their outstretched branches entwined.