Yesteryear’s Erotica Collection
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The rustling of
leaves caused by the early afternoon breeze was punctuated only by
the youth’s footfall as they made their way up through the forest.
As they ascended the hill, the mix of brambles and dominating oaks
was slowly giving way to evergreens and a floor of old, soft pine
needles. Leslie’s cousin was in front of her, slashing at the
ground with his stick, knocking small rocks out of the way as he
followed the little track towards the campsite which she estimated to
be still several hours away. She watched him lovingly as he
negotiated the tree roots and loose gravel along the rough track. She
had plans for him over the next few days, cousin or not.
Her father’s old
green backpack felt increasingly heavy and the straps rubbed against
her shoulders as it swung with each step. Cans and bottles made
musical sounds as she struggled ten feet behind him, sweating with
the day’s long, slow climb. She would be thankful when they gained
the pass at the top of the trail after which she was fairly sure
there was a very gradual descent over a few miles then a relatively
steep forty-five minutes downhill to the campsite where she had
planned they would spend the next few days. That’s what it had
looked like on Google maps when she had thought up their route
anyway. If her printer hadn’t run out of ink she would have brought
the map along just to be sure.
The whole forest was
secluded, devoid of any other human but most probably full of
wildlife which had decided at that time to just watch as they passed
through. Brian swished his stick against a Douglas Fir and smiled as
the branches swayed back and forth. He turned to her, grinning a
little before looking around and continuing on his way. Several
minutes later they turned a corner and she heard the sound of water
below to her left, pleasing and reassuring but nonetheless out of
sight. Brian removed his floppy hat and wiped his brow, turning again
to look at Leslie. His smile was still there but he seemed concerned
and she wondered if he was tiring of the climb. Neither of them could
be considered athletic or the outdoors type and in fact the last time
that she had done any particular exercise was when they had walked to
the campsite the previous year, even though that was only a couple of
miles after getting a lift from her father.
Brian looked up,
stretching a little as he held his stomach. He looked briefly to his
right, then left, and finally darted into the trees beside the trail.
“Wait there, I’ll
only be a minute,” he shouted. His actions were uncoordinated,
frantic even, as he shed his backpack carelessly and sprinted out of
sight. Leslie watched and shook her head as he disappeared into the
trees. She dropped her backpack by the side of the track and found a
spot to sit in the sun and where the pine needles were less likely to
stick to her skin. Her best sneakers were now shades of brown with
blotches of green from the long grass. Mum would be unimpressed since
they had only bought them a month ago and they were intended for
school in September. She brushed a hand over her legs, pleased with
the silky smoothness of her skin. The breeze found its way inside her
shorts and felt wonderful as she leaned back on her hands and looked
up at the sky.
A scream shattered
her reverie followed by a rustling and the sound of tumbling rocks.
Almost immediately, and apart from some fainter tumbling noises and a
bird squawking, there was total silence.
Leslie, sitting up. “Bri!” She stood, grabbed her pack and
dragged it towards the spot where he had disappeared, tearing his
pack from the clutches of the brambles. The sound of the stream
filled the silence as she stumbled with the added weight, cautiously
following his route. She swung his backpack over her shoulder just as
the water came into view, undulating between the rocks and maybe
eight feet across. “Bri!”
She saw a flash of
red through the trees and brambles below and edged her way forward.
“Bri, are you OK?” After another few cautious steps she saw him,
lying on the rocks beside the river, motionless and in an unnatural
position, ten feet below.
“Fuck, Bri!” she
shouted, edging forward. She looked for a way down and swung the pack
around to ease the pain in her shoulder. Her foot slipped and
squealed, reaching out to steady herself on a small branch. Sticky
sap coated her palm and she wiped the goo onto her shorts, swearing.
She scanned the narrow ledge she was on, trying to work out a way
down to him as she shuffled along carefully. Leslie shouted to him
again and as she swatted away a fly from her face Brian’s pack
dropped from her shoulder, swinging her towards the edge of the path.
There was nothing to grab onto this time and her left foot slipped
off the track into thin air. She screamed as she went over, her
backpack cushioning some of the fall but offering no protection
against the brambles that tore into her thighs. Gravity caused
Brian’s pack to tumble down onto her, pushing her with greater
force through the thorny undergrowth. She saw small rocks and dirt
flash by, sunlight through the trees, water, and an approaching
smooth, grey boulder.
“Fuck!” she said
as she landed on her back, a few feet from her cousin. Seconds later,
and with cans clanking, Brian’s backpack added to her misery as it
hit her square on the head before coming to rest at her feet. “Oh
fuck that hurts,” she gasped, most of the breath knocked out of her
and tears welling up in her eyes. The sun shone through the swaying
trees above, making her quint. She lay there for a short time,
gathering herself, knowing that her breath would return from being
winded. She knew she was bleeding even before looking down at her
injuries. Two thick strands of blackberry brambles were twisted
around her limbs and while they might have slowed her fall she could
see blood dripping from several cuts in her arms and legs. Her first
thought was that she would need to wear jeans for the start of her
first day at university in a few days’ time. “Oh shit!” she
shouted as the pain in her back registered. Her head hurt but she was
pleased to note that no blood came away as she ran her hand through
her hair although her legs had started to sting where the brambles
still cut into her flesh. In several places small trails of blood ran
over her thighs and down towards her thick socks. Her arms seemed to
sting the most and she carefully pulled off a short bramble that had
embedded itself in the flesh above her elbow. She kicked his backpack
for good measure.
Brian lay silently,
wedged between two large boulders. His feet and shins were in the
water, flopping around with the current. Blood trickled from two
gashes to his head, one to his temple and other at the back. His
hands were ripped with small cuts and a small cut to his lip also
bled profusely. His shorts were part way down his thighs along with
his underwear and his groin and upper thighs were covered in
excrement. It took several minutes to pull the brambles carefully
from her legs after which she clambered painfully over the rocks
towards him to take in the situation. Even in her estimation he
looked bad and she felt totally inadequate to provide much in the way
of assistance. She felt tears forming from the pain and her growing
despair, her heart thumping in her young chest as she realised their
fortunes had changed totally in less than twenty seconds.
“Oh god Bri, are
you OK?” she asked as she knelt beside him, her back hurting from
the position. He was silent and she looked around for inspiration,
noting the brambles poking through the shit in his shorts. She tried
to cup her hands in the river to collect some water but her back
seared with pain. With one hand on a rock she supported herself like
an old woman and threw water over his face. Nothing happened so she
scooped several more handfuls and threw it in his general direction.
After almost a minute she noticed his head move and she breathed a
huge sigh of relief and slid onto a nearby rock to rest.
“Bri, speak to
me!” she said, the smell from his clothing becoming disgusting. He
groaned weakly but didn’t open his eyes or move at all. “Fuck
Bri, this is bad!” With a flash of inspiration she returned to her
backpack, removed a T-shirt and let it soak in the river. Bathing his
forehead seemed to work wonders and her cousin slowly opened his
eyes, drawing labored breaths as blood continued to drip from both
sides of his head and his cut lip.
hurt bad, don’t move!”
“Oh god, Les, my
head!” he growled, eyes tight shut against the pain. He tried to
move in an effort to sit up and screamed with pain, heaving as though
about to vomit.
“Just stay there,
don’t move,” she said, applying the T-shirt once again and
mopping up some of the blood from his forehead. A whooshing sound
came from his shorts and another stream of very liquid shit hit his
thighs and the rocks below. His cock and balls were covered in the
brown slime and it oozed from every opening of his underwear and
shorts. Two more spurts hit his limbs and Leslie moved away a little
to avoid getting splashed. She reached around him and pulled at his
legs, trying to get them out of the stream. He screamed in pain and
as he reached out to stop her he screamed again.
“Leave me! God it
hurts so much!” he said, tears flowing down his cheeks.
“Where is it
“My head, and my
shoulder, my left shoulder.”
Leslie removed the
T-Shirt from his head and dabbed at her own cuts along her thighs.
There were some nasty grazes that threatened to bleed along with some
gashes that seemed to have dirt in them already. They stung but the
cold water helped to reduce the bleeding so she dabbed at her thighs,
trying to remove the sandy-colored grains from the longest gashes.
She thought carefully, realizing that they had no phone contact, no
other humans around, no way of getting him out of the river bed and
back to somewhere safe. She looked back at him, filthy in his own
shit which covered his cock and balls and made her wonder whether he
had lost his cock in the fall, somehow maybe ripping it off in the
brambles. Feeling that this was unlikely she realized though that any
plans she had for him and their romantic getaway had been dashed in
just a couple of seconds. Her heart raced with the anxiety and the
enormous responsibility that was suddenly on her shoulders. She
needed to leap into action, to be decisive, create a plan and get
stuff done but the order in which that should happen refused to
“Bri, your head is
bleeding quite a bit, we’ve got to help you to sit up so I can get
something on it. Even if it hurts like fuck, OK?”
He didn’t answer
so she tried to think of each movement that would be required to get
him sitting up. She thought that maybe his feet in the water wasn’t
the most pressing thing to resolve, it was to get him upright even if
he was sitting in a foot of water so less blood flowed out of the
cuts. She trod carefully around to his right and took hold of his
“Bri, you have to
try and sit up. If you can sit on this rock then I can swing your
legs around and you can get dry. OK?”
“Hurts so much
Les!” he cried through tears.
“I know, be brave
and help me, right?”
She squatted down
beside him and draped his right arm over her shoulders. Pleased that
he didn’t cry out in pain she slowly stood and he slid along the
rock to where she had intended. The pain in her back took her breath
away but she was sure it was nothing compared to her cousin’s
suffering. She was delighted however with what she had achieved and
made sure he was stable before applying the wet T-shirt to the back
of his head.
Brian, swaying slightly. Leslie pulled the T-shirt away and saw that
it was bright red, coloured by far more blood than there had been
from his forehead.
“Bri, this is
really bad, OK?”
Her cousin nodded,
heaved slightly and a slow stream of bright red vomit coursed down
his T-shirt and into his lap.
“Bri! Oh my god
The City had been
kind and generous to Frank, but the contrast between his office desk
with its hubbub and the tiny cabin, hidden in the forest and many
miles from any form of civilization provided the level of relaxation
that he needed. At thirty eight he was successful, his first IPO more
than three years in the past and two new developments under way which
were likely to be even more lucrative and possible targets for a
buyout. One of those was proceeding normally, backed by a good team
and a marketable product which made angel money readily available.
The second, a more daring yet far more lucrative venture, had issues.
It was this weekend that would determine the strategy for the next
two years. Code had been dropped off two weeks late, QA testing was
throwing up issues never before encountered, vacation had been taken
by two key people at a time when it should have been cancelled and
investors were beginning to ask more detailed questions. The code
push to production was scheduled for tomorrow evening.
Then there was
Cynthia and Andrew. The lady with the large breasts and pretty face,
and the man with advanced obesity but outstanding coding skills. She
in charge of project management, and he a senior developer. Over the
past three months since she had joined, the office had ‘met itself
to death’ with meetings called by Cynthia to discuss future
meetings, stage gates, SDLC, objectives, post-mortems, lessons
learned and esoteric possibilities. Andrew had happily joined in, no
doubt relishing the way Cynthia’s blouse moved as she waved her
arms to punctuate her consultant-speak statements. The team had
counted the number of times she said “in terms of” in the last
weekly QA meeting and Andrew’s inappropriate tweet last week about
her had caught the press, attracting unwanted publicity and wasting
hours of management time. Andrew would need to deliver or go. If the
code release was uncoordinated then she would have to go as well. It
was a huge business risk to have two key staff like them in such a
small startup, especially if delivery was in question. Rounding the
corner of a very old stone wall he saw his second home in the
distance and office thoughts were banished.
except for an emailed image and specification, it had turned out to
be one of his most successful investments. ‘Off the grid’ was a
phrase used by too many real estate brokers in place of ‘where
nobody wants to live’, but this property truly was disconnected
from the pace of life, totally in harmony with nature and the
seasons, emulating life how it must have been a century ago.
He walked the few
hundred yards with increased enthusiasm, relishing every tree, every
turn of the track as the wooden trunks of the log home came into
view. He regarded the roof carefully and was pleased to note that it
appeared intact, no tree limbs piercing the fabric which was
certainly a risk in the area and something that he would not have
been able to immediately fix. He retrieved the key from behind the
water butt and opened the door. It all looked just as he had left it
three months previously: sparse, functional, clean and tidy. Leaving
his backpack on the kitchen table he walked into the bedroom and
opened the window. A breeze picked up and blew through the cabin,
ruffling the curtains by the door. He checked the small bathroom and
flushed the toilet, conscious of the use of water each time he pushed
Back in the bedroom
he took off his hiking shirt and shorts, then dropped his underwear
onto the pile and wandered outdoors. The sun dried the sweat from his
naked body and he smiled at the feeling of the breeze as it explored
around his cock and balls. Life was certainly wonderful.
Back inside after a
quick break for lemonade Frank checked the radio and inspected the
batteries for deterioration. The kerosene lamp needed refilling which
was to be expected after all these months, and he made sure a couple
of candles were positioned around the cabin for emergency use.
Matches and a lighter were also placed so they could be found when
He took a plate from
the cupboard above the propane cooker and laid out some bread, cheese
and pickles. With a refill of lemonade he made his way out to the
back yard and sat on the old wooden seat, looking out through the
trees into the distant grey-green mountains. Setting aside his plate
he slowly ate his lunch, absently playing with his limp cock as he
listened to the calls of the larger birds. Just as he picked up his
glass to wash down a mouthful of bread and cheese he heard a short,
high-pitched scream. He froze, his eyes darting around at the gaps in
the trees, up to their tops to see which way birds might fly.
Nothing. He held his breath and listened without moving then resumed
eating and casually toying with himself. The scream had definitely
been human rather than a bird call or large animal. Not a scream of
imminent danger, but an indication of pain and suffering
nevertheless. He smiled, wondering if someone had discovered that the
code drop had failed regression testing in QA. He could afford to
wait another three months for the revision but he wasn’t telling
the team at this stage.
A second scream was
followed shortly by a third, and he placed the source as slightly to
his right, maybe a couple of hundred yards away. That, he thought,
was a real nuisance. Part of him felt that he should simply ignore it
and consider it nothing to do with him. Another part knew that he
should offer help if he could, given the absolute remoteness of the
location. The continual sound of muffled cries from within the trees
convinced him that she should get closer and see if he could locate
the source. Returning to the cabin he dressed with great annoyance,
clipped a knife to his belt, locked the door and returned the key
before setting off down the sloping back garden towards the source of
the screams. He walked carefully, avoiding sticks and loose gravel as
the river came into view. Crouching down behind a tree he waited and
was rewarded by a shout, probably from a girl and about fifty yards
away. With the undergrowth to give him cover he moved forward,
looking up occasionally to try to get sight of her. Finally, as the
river unwound through a bend to his right, he saw her, crouching
amongst the boulders, just at the edge of the water. He noted two
backpacks and so was more cautious as he moved closer again.
Thirty feet away he
stopped and watched as the young girl seemed to be talking to another
person who was partially hidden by the large, grey rocks which lined
the banks. She was squatting and had a cloth in her hand which seemed
to have blood on it. She cried occasionally and seemed to keep
looking around for inspiration or help. Her movements were hurried,
anxious and without a purpose. Then he heard her shout the word ‘Bri’
which he assumed was the name of the second person. Frank turned
around and slid down the trunk of the tree that hid him, thinking.
He had seen a young
girl, and presumed there was another youngster called Bri somewhere,
who was probably injured through his own actions rather than from an
animal attack. To help them would be the normal thing to do but his
resources were limited and he had so much looked forward to having a
few days on his own at the cabin, relaxing and wandering around naked
without interruption from anyone else. He turned back to her and saw
she had long hair and wore shorts and a T-shirt. She also looked to
be young and in reasonable shape as she didn’t have that obese
outline that half of the country’s children seemed to possess
nowadays. On balance he decided to skirt back to the other side of
the river and approach them from above so he could determine whether
to become involved or not.
Moving carefully, he
crossed the river at a natural bridge almost a hundred yards further
up river and gained the path above their location. Crouching again,
he saw the figure of the boy, lying between two rocks with his feet
in the water. He didn’t seem to be moving. That was a bad sign and
Frank certainly didn’t want to become involved if the boy had died.
There was no phone at the cabin, no roads, no electricity, nothing
that might provide life-saving help in an emergency. With just his
head poking out over the top of the bracken he watched as the girl
used a cloth to wet the boys head. There was movement and eventually
a groan. Frank noted the boy’s shorts had fallen to his knees and
that otherwise he seemed to be naked at the waist. The sun glistened
in the girl’s untidy blonde hair and she had a slender figure that
barely dented her T-shirt. He was impressed though as she carefully
lifted him up and got him to sit upright on a nearby rock.
His mind was made up
that the boy would live and he approached them carefully, making sure
he trod on some sticks to announce his arrival.
“Hey, it’s OK,”
said Frank, towering above her on the track.
The girl screamed,
jumping several inches off the rock while frantically looking all
around for the source of the voice.
“Oh my god!”
she screamed through tears.
he asked, noting that the girl was a filthy mess and looked
“Jeeze, I thought
you were a fucking bear! He fell and hit his head!” Frank
maneuvered carefully and jumped down to the river bed.
“He fell from up
there?” asked Frank, looking doubtful as he gauged the height at
about ten to fifteen feet.
“Yeah, hurt his
shoulder and legs.”
Frank walked up to
the boy and looked him over “I’m not surprised he did from that
height. He’s bleeding quite badly from the wound on the back of his
head you know.”
“Yeah, I tried to
mop it a bit with this shirt.”
Frank knelt down in
front of the boy. “Can you tell me what happened?”
The boy heaved and
was sick down his front. Shaking his head he looked up. “Fell, hit
my head on the rocks I think. I can’t move,” he said, moaning.
“Well, you can’t
stay here. It’ll be dark in a few hours and this place is totally
deserted, you know that, right?”
“We’re on our
way to the campsite, we’ll be fine” offered Leslie. Frank saw the
cuts on her thighs and the inviting darkness between the top of her
legs and the opening of her shorts. Her legs were firm, young, and
shapely. If it hadn’t been for the tears on her cheeks, blood on
her hands and legs, a couple of smears of shit on her arms and the
brambles and dirt in her wet hair she would have been a picture of
youth and beauty. He revised his initial view of her from
unattractive to reasonable.
“He needs help. He
needs to get clean and rest, but not down here.” Looking at Brian
he held out his hand. “Can you walk?”
“No, I just need
“You need to get
out of here, that’s more important right now,” said Frank more
forcefully. “Let’s get you moved before you really start to ache
from that fall. Come on, stand up!”
“Where are we
going?” asked Leslie.
“I have a place a
few hundred yards away where you can stay for a while. Look, I’m
certainly not a doctor but you’re not going anywhere tonight!”
Stupid kids, he thought, as he positioned himself to help the boy up.
With some effort
they managed to get Brian to stand and while Frank held onto him,
Leslie pulled up his filthy underwear and shorts, buttoning them back
in place. Her cheeks billowed as she tried hard to counter the
nausea. Shit oozed out of the legs of the boy’s shorts and as he
made his first steps towards the crossing, sounds of diahorea came
from his groin area. With one each side they supported him with Frank
carrying his backpack, but even within the first fifty feet they had
both become filthy through contact with his clothing, their hands
covered in liquid brown slime which seemed to be everywhere they
Progress after a
short stop on the other side of the river became more difficult as
they made their way up the steeper incline towards the cabin. Brian
seemed to be truly in great pain and his diahorea and vomiting hadn’t
name?” asked Frank as they briefly rested.
“Leslie, and he’s
Let’s hope we can get him cleaned and comfortable up at the cabin.
Like I said I’m no doctor, right? I’ll do what I can for you
With Frank grabbing
the hand of his good side and Leslie pushing from behind they managed
after almost quarter of an hour to finally get him into the clearing
that marked the bottom of the cabin’s back yard. Brian was in tears
continually, wailing with each step from the pain in his shoulder and
Frank noted that he walked with a limp. All three were panting,
filthy and sweating from their exertions as they broke through into
the warmth of the grassy area. Although he kept his thoughts to
himself, Frank was particularly angry at the intrusion and at himself
for offering assistance, his solitude broken by two dumb kids who had
been wholly unprepared for a hike in such a deserted section of the
“Brian, hold onto
the bench seat. Leslie, if I hold him up can you take off his
clothing?” said Frank tersely, bracing himself against the young
boy. “Hey, cheer up, you’re still alive!” he said, smiling at
the look of horror on the boy’s face. Leslie knelt down and undid
the button of the boy’s shorts, then pulled down as she gripped the
least dirty areas. They came down slowly, squelching now and again as
the thick ooze was revealed. Once they had dropped to the grass,
Leslie reached up, smiled at Brian reassuringly and pulled down his
underwear, peeling it away from his skin where it refused to budge.
She saw that his groin was simply a mass of shit, unbearably
revolting and smelling of everything rotten in the world. Turning
quickly to her side she retched and clutched her stomach.
Frank kicked the
clothing away a little and helped to boy to sit on the old wooden
bench. Leslie looked at the older man with concern now that the
extent of the boy’s filth had been revealed. Brian’s
vomit-stained T-shirt made sure he wasn’t going to win any prizes
for teenage fashion.
pretty filthy. Guys, do you mind if I get these clothes off before I
go inside?” asked Frank. He was pleased to note that Leslie
actually answered that she didn’t mind, while Brian just shook his
head and heaved. Without moving he pulled his shirt over his head and
dropped his shorts, revealing his lack of underwear and his filthy
arms and legs. Even his back had stains of the boy’s diahorea which
had begun to dry in the sun. Leslie looked away from the man’s
naked body while Brian didn’t seem to notice at all. As he piled
his clothes over by his bench seat he sensed Leslie taking a sly
glance towards his groin. Frank unlocked the cabin door and went
inside to both heat up some water and lightly stroke himself as he
watched the teens out in the garden.
deeply, the dried blood on his head making him look years older. “I’m
so sorry Les,” he said.
“It’s OK, you
had a really bad fall you know,” she said, still looking in the
direction of the cabin.
“My head hurts
like hell. I can see two of you.” He breathed in loudly “God I
want to be sick again,” and promptly vomited while a fresh stream
of brown ooze shot between the wooden slats of the seat and onto the
“We’ll get you
cleaned up then you can rest.”
“This is so
Frank emerged from
the cabin carrying a plastic basin which contained some cold water,
washing up liquid, a pair of washing up gloves and a couple of
sponges. He saw Leslie looking at him, her eyes darting between the
basin and just below.
“You should take
your top off Leslie before it gets in your hair, it’s really dirty.
There’s nobody around for miles, don’t worry.” As suggested,
Leslie stood and pulled her T-shirt up over her head and dropped it
on the grass. Frank’s stomach lurched as he saw her tiny naked
breasts and the flat, muscled area of her abdomen. “Your shorts are
horrible as well, so I should dump them too. Add them to the pile.”
Again, Leslie obeyed and dropped her shorts beside her T-Shirt. As
she turned to smile weakly at him his eyes were drawn to the
unmistakable shape of her pussy lips through her very elegant silky
knickers. He noted the label which was poking out at the back, then
smiled back and mumbled something half-complimentary even though her
knickers too had large smears of brown across the sides and were
totally unsuitable for hiking. He felt blood surging into his groin
and looked up quickly at a passing black crow which dampened his
enthusiasm for a very short while. He smiled, thinking that this was
turning into a very strange day and without a constant stream of
crows he might need to have the code drop on his mind far more than
he had envisaged, and for very different reasons.
“So one of us
should use the gloves to pull the muck off him, while the other runs
water over him to try and rinse it off, OK?”
“OK, so you do the
water and I’ll use the gloves,” said Leslie, moving into
position. Frank looked around at the weird sight in his garden. Three
naked people (except for a pair of expensive Dior knickers), two
teens, shit everywhere, one teen badly hurt, one teen possibly in
need of other attention. His cock rose slightly as Leslie began
scraping the shit off her cousin and her little nipples came into
profile against her tanned torso. He swallowed hard as she dropped
handfuls of muck onto the grass beside her. The cold water didn’t
really help much and in fact converted the slightly slippery muck
into a liquid cesspit at his feet. His cock was misbehaving.
“I’m going to
check on the hot water. You should take your knickers off too as
they’re really dirty. We can wash everything in the river once
Brian is resting, I do that all the time,” he said, turning to go
inside. From the kitchen window he watched as she stood, looked
around as though checking for voyeurs and then dropped her knickers
into the pile of clothes. During the process she seemed to make her
thighs dirty and brown streak marks stretched from her hips down past
The water was
luke-warm and he gave it another five minutes as he watched the two
chatting away. The girl seemed quite relaxed with her nudity, while
Brian covered his groin with his hands and swayed in response to the
pain. With a basin almost full of warm water he went back out just in
time to see Brian have another attack of diahorea which caused Leslie
to jump out of the way.
“OK, I’ve added
a little washing up liquid.” Frank motioned towards the boy’s
cock. “So now if you get the mess off around here we can work our
way downwards.” Tentatively, Leslie felt around for his penis and
smiled when it emerged from the filth between her gloved fingers.
“Wow, it’s kinda
shriveled up,” she said.
“I doubt of Brian
is feeling very aroused right now, what with the blow to his head and
the mess everywhere. Pull it out so I can get the water on it.”
Leslie tugged his cock and ran her hands around his balls, smiling as
she realised that Brian was making deeper breathing noises. “Rub
the water around, get the muck moving. That’s it!”
The boy was in pain
from his fall but also suffering as his cock demonstrated signs of
life. As they worked the washing up liquid and warmer water served
its purpose. Once the boy’s genitals were clean they turned their
attention to his legs, then shins. His cock grew steadily and Leslie
gave it more attention than necessary. She blinked slowly as she
glanced across at Frank and saw that his cock too had grown and was
bobbing only a couple of feet away.
“Oh my god!”
whispered Leslie, alternating between her cousin and the older man.
“See what you’re
doing to us?” laughed Frank.
“Make it stop
“There’s no way
a guy can do that.”
Leslie simply shook
her head and continued cleaning the boy. At the suggestion of Frank
they helped Brian to stand and Leslie steadied him from the front
while Frank washed down the back of his legs. The boy’s cock was
now rigid and inches away from his cousin’s face. She looked
closely at it as it bobbed in front of her, the balls tightening and
the veins of his shaft prominent, throbbing. Frank ran the sponge
along his legs, between the cheeks of his buttocks and down over the
back of his shins. Slowly, they helped him sit again as he fought off
another wave of nausea. Pulling him forward so he sat on the edge of
the seat Frank raised the boy’s legs, even though this immediately
produced a wail from Brian.
“Hold his legs up
like this and I’ll clean his bum,” said Frank, rinsing the
sponge. With an extra squirt of washing up liquid directly at the
boy’s anus, Frank washed him carefully, his finger scratching the
crinkled opening on purpose which was rewarded with a groan.
Leslie looked up at
her cousin and smiled a little. “Your thing’s getting kinda large
“How old is he?”
enormous for nineteen,” said Frank, running the sponge up and down
the boy’s shaft. Neither teen seemed to object and Frank was
pleased they had crossed that hurdle. Frank looked down and checked
her gloves were clean. “Help me keep his cock and balls up out of
the way and I’ll just finish off here.”
Frank took one leg
while Leslie grabbed his balls to allow Frank full access and he once
again intruded into the boy’s anus and felt the contractions around
his finger. The water dripping off the area was clean so he brought
the boys legs down and helped him place his feet on a reasonably
“Can you make sure
his foreskin is clean, Leslie? I’m going to change the water.”
“Foreskin, the top
of his penis. We want to make sure he hasn’t got any dirt in
“It looks clean
“No you need to
pull it back and check. Take hold of it here and pull down,” said
Frank, touching the boy’s throbbing cock.
took hold of the thin layer of skin and giggled as it slid downwards.
The inside was indeed filthy and while Frank looked pleased with
himself for thinking of it, Leslie went to work and cleaned him with
her slippery, gloved fingers. Brian groaned and squirmed, rising
slightly off the bench until the pain in his shoulder became too
much. Frank walked towards the cabin, realising that his cock too was
fully erect and he couldn’t have cared less. As he got inside the
smell of the shit on his body became offensive and he hurried to fill
the basin with water and get back outdoors. However, the sight of
Leslie kneeling in front of her cousin and cleaning his cock was pure
poetry and he savored every minute. His own cock throbbed against the
cutlery drawer as she alternated between water and wiping. Deciding
that both of the two teens were somewhat at his mercy he walked
outside, his cock leading the way by six point five inches. As he
approached he saw that Leslie was having trouble getting her fingers
wrapped all the way around the boy’s stiff member and also
recognized that look on the boy’s face of impending orgasm.
“That should be
She looked up to speak and reached out to take the basin. Slipping
slightly on the grass she missed the basin and reached out instead to
brace her fall. She bumped against Brian’s knee and landed almost
directly in the middle of the pile of clothes.
“Oh fuck! No! Oh
shit!” she screamed as Brian’s underwear stuck to her buttocks.
Both Brian and Frank laughed at her bad luck making her angrier by
the minute until Brian suddenly stopped and screamed in pain. She
stood and peeled off the filthy garment, throwing it further away out
teach you any other words at school?”
“Most of the time
you swear like a trooper.”
She looked up at
him. “Sorry, it’s just that, you know, today isn’t turning out
to be the greatest day, right?”
“OK, it is
certainly an unusual day for all of us, but it will have a happy
looking briefly at Brian. “Sorry, you’ve been very helpful. And
so kind to us.” She looked down at the man’s half-erect cock,
gazing longer than would be considered polite. He stepped towards her
and opened his arms. She understood and moved against him and as he
wrapped his arms around her he kissed her forehead.
“I promise. We’ll
get you back safe and sound,” he said, letting her go, pleased with
another hurdle out of the way. He realised that they were both naked,
covered in filth and no doubt smelled very bad, but nevertheless they
had cuddled quite happily. He looked down at Brian who had leaned
back with his eyes closed. “He really does have a nice cock,
“Why do you say
that, that’s kinda weird isn’t it for a guy to say?”
“Not really. It’s
very big for his age, and it’s a classic shape. It’s like a
classic breast, or bum.”
Leslie smiled. “If
you say so.”
“Turn round, I’ll
clean your legs up.”
Leslie turned and Frank rinsed her legs off with the warm water. Her
buttocks were firm, without a trace of fat, muscular to his touch
just as he thought they would be. Brian opened his eyes and watched
as Frank ran the sponge between her legs, across her anus and up over
her clit. She wobbled slightly and groaned at his touch. Leaving the
sponge in the basin he took the bar of soap and pushed it between her
legs, using his fingers to get soap in between her buttocks and over
her pussy. She leaned down slightly as he worked.
“That feels good,
“Mmm,” she said
smiling as she noted that both cocks had become fully hard. “You
can do that all day,” she said then brought her hand to her mouth,
giggling. “Oh my god, I didn’t mean that!”
“It’s OK, it’s
a natural reaction. You feel petty aroused, right?”
She was silent, her
eyes closed as she held onto his shoulder for balance. Each stroke of
his fingers reduced her embarrassment and reluctance to respond,
until she grinned down at him. “Yeah. Your fingers feel good.” He
slid his middle finger along the valley between her pussy lips and up
to her clit. She groaned in appreciation and he moved back and forth,
alternating with fingers, water and soap bar.
“Part your legs a
little more Leslie, bend over and hold your knees,” he said,
smiling in the direction of Brian who was watching in awe. “You can
do this for her once you’re mended!” he said, feeling the
silkiness of her pussy lips. His fingers moved back over her buttocks
and dug in before exploring the valley between. He very briefly slid
a finger over her anus and was surprised there was no objection.
Pushing a little harder he ran his finger along the length of the
valley from her vagina past her anus and up to the small of her back.
She purred with pleasure so he varied his cleaning, moving from anus
to clit and back again until she shuffled to signal she needed
something different. “There, now you’re super-clean.” He rinsed
her off again and playfully slapped her buttocks. “All done. Do you
feel up to cleaning me off?”
answer but took hold of the sponge, wet it and positioned herself
behind Frank. He parted his legs a little to give her access.
“This is so
weird,” she said, rubbing the backs of his knees.
“Start at the top
so the water flows down.”
She rubbed carefully
and slowly got closer to his buttocks, then without warning pushed
hard between his legs and wiped his balls. Moving quickly she rinsed
him off and even gave his stiff aching cock a quick wipe to make sure
it was clean. Brian was smiling at their efforts but careful to sit
to minimize the pain in his shoulder.
said Brian, his chest struggling with the effort.
“For looking after
us. You didn’t have to do anything. You could have left us down
there but you’ve been so kind.”
“No, I wouldn’t
Leslie stepped up to
Frank and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, her nipples brushing
his chest. “That’s from us, to you!” she said happily as his
cock pushed against her stomach.
Frank smiled at the
thought and motioned for Brian to try and get up. The boy’s limbs
were aching now and it was with considerable effort and pain that he
managed to get into the cabin and through to the bedroom. Frank
pulled back the sheet and spread out two bin liners to protect the
mattress. After helping him lie down on the bed, Frank went through
to the kitchen to see if he had any bandages.
Leslie looked at
Brian and grimaced at the sight.
“I would have died
without you two,” said Brian.
smashed your head you know.”
“Yeah, it hurts
like crazy.” Leslie sat on the side of the bed and stroked his leg.
“So much for our
“Yeah, we were
going to spend all three days naked in the tent.”
“I mean it. Now
we’re naked but can’t do anything” Her fingers travelled higher
up towards his groin and his cock bobbed up expectantly. She reached
out and ran a finger along its length. “It does get quite big,
“I dunno, same as
most guys I think.”
She took him between
two fingers and pulled his foreskin down. He groaned loudly, his
member swelling rapidly once again. She pulled it back up then pulled
it down again, half an inch, just like Frank had shown her. “God
this is so cool, playing with this!”
“Oh Les!” he
hissed as Frank wandered back in.
“You’re going to
have to let him come sometime or he’ll go crazy.”
“I just need to
sleep,” said Brian, genuinely worn out.
“OK, so let’s
try to bandage your cuts, and then make sure you can get some sleep.”
He cut the bandage into strips and made a reasonable effort of
patching up the bigger gashes. With a smaller plaster or two on the
smaller cuts, Frank moved the boy more fully onto the bed and parted
his legs. There was extensive bruising and lacerations on his inner
thighs and a nasty looking bruise on his left shin.
“OK, that seems to
be about all. Time to get some sleep,” said Frank, taking the
remaining bandages into the kitchen. Leslie stroked the boy’s leg
again, her fingers trailing up to his balls. She grabbed his scrotum
and pulled very lightly. Brian shot up off the bed and shrieked in
“Oh jeeze that
“But I only pulled
it gently,” she replied as Frank came back in.
“It felt like
glass in my balls when she touched me!”
confused but leaned down over him, wondering why there was a sudden
pain in that area. “Oh wait, I see something, look here!” he said
to Leslie. She leaned down while Brian strained to see what they were
stretched the young boy’s scrotum and pointed with his finger.
“Here, it looks like a thorn from those brambles” Leslie poked
around and agreed that there was something there. She also found
another two thorns at the junction of his right leg and his sack,
just about where the bramble had been when she found him by the
Brian shook his head
slowly as his cock once again hardened with Leslie’s touch.
“Please, just pull them out,” he pleaded.
“We’d better do
it now as the light will fade soon,” said Frank, pulling his balls
to one side to give a better view.
“I can get them, I
have little fingers and some nails,” said Leslie, leaning closer.
“If you can stretch him out a bit then that’ll make it easier.”
So while Frank pulled his sack to stretch the skin, Leslie leaned
down, inches from his cock and picked at the thorn with her nails,
teasing it out from under his skin. She cheered as it came free and
Brian exhaled loudly. Frank was interested to notice the faint trace
of pre-cum that had formed on the tip of the teen’s cock. He
relaxed his grip on the boy’s sack and pulled his balls and cock
away from the location of the next two thorns which appeared to be
larger and deeper than the first. The little girl leaned between her
cousin’s legs and gripped the first thorn between thumb and
forefinger. Brian squirmed as the pain increased once again but was
elated as she showed him the result of her work.
The boy’s cock was
absolutely rigid with pleasure and expectation, bobbing on its own
even while four hands worked inches from his manhood. She looked down
to her right and saw that Frank’s cock was also hard, resting on
the side of the bed. She turned slightly as though trying to find a
better angle and slipped her fingers between her own legs, delighted
to feel the wetness of her pussy lips and their aroused state. She
wiped her fingers on the bed sheet and took less than a minute to
remove the last thorn. She looked up at Brian with pleasure,
hesitated, then bent down and kissed his cock down towards the
junction of his balls.
“Now you can get
some sleep!” she said. Brian reached out and pulled her closer,
caressing her tight naked buttocks with his free hand. She leaned
down and gently kissed his lips before walking into the kitchen to
throw the thorns down the sink.
After waiting for a
few minutes to make sure Brian fell asleep, they walked out into the
garden and moved the bench seat away from the filth on the ground
before sluicing it down with cold water. Still naked, they sat
quietly and watched the trees swaying in the breeze and the birds
busy hunting for food in the undergrowth. Leslie explained about the
romantic trip she had planned for the three days and how Brian’s
fall that afternoon had ruined everything. Her explanation was
punctuated by increasing deep breaths until Frank turned to her and
saw that she was crying. He reached out and pulled her to his side,
consoling her with cuddles and light kisses to her head.
“Hey, there there.
It’ll be OK” soothed Frank.
“It’s messed up.
Now all we can do is go home and he’ll go back to Kansas. End of
“You have tonight
here with him, that’s the same as being at the campsite.”
“He’s out cold.
Poor boy.” She sobbed and Frank pulled her closer. “Oh I’m so
sorry, I’m really very grateful for your help.”
“No problem,” he
said as his cock filled rapidly. He knew she was staring at it and in
earlier days his increasing erection might have been a source of
embarrassment but he ignored it and hoped that Leslie would watch it
grow and shrink without being concerned. “It’s funny if you think
about accidents. They never have just one cause, it’s almost always
a result of lots of little things going wrong.”
She didn’t answer
but wiped her nose on the back of her hand and leaned up.
“So why was he
vomiting red and yellow lumps?” asked Frank, hugging her a little
“The red stuff is
the berries that we found. Maybe the yellow is breakfast?”
“You ate wild
berries?” asked Frank incredulously
Leslie shrugged. “I
know, just don’t lecture me.”
“But that’s so
“Please, I know,
OK?” said Leslie defensively.
“So how come you
haven’t been sick?”
“He had way more
than me, there were so many on the bushes. I wasn’t too happy about
the taste though.”
“Guess why there
were so many on the bushes?” Leslie shrugged and turned away.
“Because the birds know not to eat them. So, bad information about
the berries led to him trying to be clever, which led to him pooping
his pants, both of you falling and him having a major accident.”
They were silent for
several minutes although Leslie nestled closer to Frank. She looked
at the extent of the grass, the flower borders, the pile of filthy
clothing and Frank’s cock which changed size and shape almost
“Is there anything
I can do round your cabin to help, maybe some cleaning?” she
“We could clean
the windows outside. That would be really helpful.”
“OK, I’ll put
some knickers on and we can get going.” She reached down and pulled
out some plain pink knickers from her backpack.
“Oh, is that soup
there?” asked Frank.
“Yeah, cream of
chicken I think.”
“OK, let’s make
some later and we can save some for when Brian wakes up.”
(and less impressive) knickers remained on the worktop as she bent
down to rummage under the sink for cleaning materials. She poked her
head into the cupboard and moved some cans around. Frank watched in
awe as her tiny buttocks flexed with her movements and the feminine
shape of her pussy was framed by her tight, muscular legs. Crowing
the display was her tiny anus, winking at him and his hardening cock.
looks like it has soap in it and is liquid will do Leslie,” said
Frank, briefly touching his cock. As she stood back up she handed him
the spray and tilted her head slightly as she wondered if his cock
was longer than before. They smiled at each other, accurately
guessing the thoughts of the other.
With cloths and
window cleaner in hand they made their way to the front of the cabin,
careful to ensure that there was still nobody in sight. Frank had no
expectations at all that someone might be wandering across his
property, but being naked with a young girl would raise questions
that he would rather avoid.
Leslie and he took
turns to stand on a chair to spray the windows then rub them clean
while the other held the chair and as Frank passed the spray down to
Leslie he smiled at the joy on her face and the positive change in
her attitude since they had first met. She smiled back as her gaze
drifted down to his cock at her eye level before turning away quickly
with a show of innocence.
“It’s OK, I
don’t mind,” said Frank, looking back up to the top of the window
as he wiped. He looked back at her but she was silent, staring at the
chair. “After all, I’ve been staring at you.” She turned from
him with a look of modesty which was quickly replaced by one of
He stepped down and
moved the chair to the second window around the side of the cabin.
Leslie got onto the chair and Frank handed her the spray, followed by
the cloths. She was much shorter than Frank and strained to reach the
top panes. On tiptoe her legs were beautifully shaped, lean, muscular
and led up to the tight little globes of her buttocks.
“Want me to do
“No, I can
probably get them,” said Leslie, leaning closer to the window. As
Frank expected, she wobbled precariously as the chair leaned over on
just two legs. He reached out to grab her, struggling to keep her
standing on the chair as she dropped the cloth. His hand slid quickly
between her legs to grip her thighs as she squealed then exhaled
quickly as his hand brushed against her pussy. She looked down at him
questioningly, as though expecting something to follow on
immediately, but Frank simply apologized quite naturally and held her
hand as she jumped down.
“I’ll get the
top ones so that you don’t break your neck. Don’t want another
injured person do we?”
Leslie smiled and
handed him the spray, her eyes glancing towards his slightly swollen
cock. As he wiped away the season’s grime he knew that her
attention was between his legs, quite possibly the first time she had
been given an opportunity to study a man.
As they reached the
final window, Leslie spotted an old Frisbee in the undergrowth that
Frank said he had found in the river years ago. Abandoning the
cleaning Frank gave her a brief lesson on the way to throw and then
they began a game of counting the number of times they were
successful in catching the Frisbee, with extra points for a difficult
catch. Leslie made some impressive efforts to catch the thing and
Frank was only too aware of her wonderful physique whenever she had
to stand on tip toe or one foot to reach up to grab it as it passed
overhead. She seemed to catch on to the idea of stretching her
opponent and deliberately threw the Frisbee above Frank’s head so
he had to jump to catch it, making his cock wobble to her utter
Deciding he wanted
to see her run, Frank threw the Frisbee slightly harder than before
and watched happily as Leslie ran after it, reaching up to the sky as
it sailed overhead. Her young lithe body was shapely, perfectly
proportioned for her small breasts and the delicacy of her limbs. The
small patch of blonde public hair failed to hide the glistening lips
of her pussy and the aroused vulva as she stretched in vain, standing
on one foot. She laughed as the thing glided silently past her hand
and turned to wander after it. Her buttocks were taught, small and so
inviting, ready to be grabbed, massaged, and licked. Gingerly she
stepped into the undergrowth and reached down. Grabbing the Frisbee
she stepped back a little further and squealed.