Free love in a VW Van

Free love in a VW Van By cs.unwin

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Precis: Fleur, a Dutch hippy buys a used VW Van. She picks up a young female hitchhiker and finds 'free-love' can lead to something more enduring.

Hope you enjoy. CS

Chapter I

In the month of June 1970 Fleur Bruijn was coaxing her aged Volkswagen van along the slow lane when she saw what looked like a girl hitch-hiking. She downshifted and pulled to the side of Netherlands highway 7A and the girl sprinted towards the hand painted brightly colored vehicle. When the hitchhiker got close Fleur noticed she looked much too young to be hitchhiking alone. The girl climbed up into the passenger seat and Fleur saw she had dark hair in a pageboy cut and was quite slim and tall but had very little in the way of visible breasts or hips. The girl was dressed like many teens at that time, in bell-bottom jeans and a tie-dye t-shirt. In her hands she carried a heavy canvas army surplus green backpack.

When the hitchhiker smiled, Fleur saw the young girl had a gap between her two front teeth which made it look like she was constantly amused; she wore no makeup and had thick dark eyebrows that gave her face an almost masculine appearance.

"Thank you so much," the girl said, "my name is Willy van Driel (she pronounced it Veelee -- which is short for Wilhelmina). I'm going to Amsterdam. Are you goind in that direction?"

"I'm Fleur," she said. "That's exactly where I'm going and I would be glad for the company. I've just picked up this car in up north and I'm taking it back to Amsterdam."

"That's fantastic!" Willy said happily and took a good look at the woman who had just made her day.

In contrast to Willy's dark hair and thin build, Fleur appeared more typically Dutch and looked just like the hippy girl that she was. She was a big woman, 25 years old, fair haired and fairly plain looking with a flat round face and a small nose. She had a ready smile and generally cheerful demeanor. Fleur was shorter than Willy and heavier although not really fat. Most of her weight seemed to be concentrated in her breasts, which were large and conically shaped, and also on her hips. She was braless and wore an Indian cotton printed shirt which showed off nearly every detail including her nipples. Her full hips were clad in a long flowing skirt of the same Indian cotton material but with a different pattern. Her hair was thick, blond and wavy, and she had let it grow halfway down her back. It was fairly obvious she hadn't seen a hairdresser for quite some time.

Fleur checked over her shoulder, pulled onto the highway and began to coax the aging van up to 70 km per hour.

"How old are you Willy and how is it you are hitching by yourself? Do your parents know? Do they let you?" Fleur asked.

Willy looked at Fleur for a few moments with her dark brown eyes. It unsettled the woman because it felt like she was looking right into her, deep into her soul.

Willy sighed. "The truth is I left home. My parents are strict Christians and I had a huge argument with them. I had to leave because they wouldn't accept me for who I am."

Fleur took another look at the girl. Despite having a thin figure, she definitely had breasts - little, pointy and prominent enough that boys her age would be interested in her.

"I'm sorry to hear that. I hope things will work out eventually. Maybe I can help you get fixed up when we get to the city." Fleur said.

"Really? That would be amazing. You're really cool!" Willy told her. Fleur was secretly pleased by the compliment.

They had driven for about 30 minutes when the VW bus began to lose speed and the motor started making funny noises.

Fleur said: "Shit!" And pulled off the highway and onto the shoulder.

"What's wrong?" Willy asked.

"There is something wrong with the motor. I need to check it." Fleur said. She knew very little about automobiles and how they worked so that when she opened the engine cover, she stared at the motor hoping she could find something obvious.

"Damn," she said. "I don't dare to drive very far like this; I need to take the van to a mechanic."

There was a garage next to the highway not far from where their engine trouble began. Fleur was able to drive there, the VW bus lurching in fits and starts, black smoke shooting out of the tailpipe every few minutes. However there was no sign of any activity and the gas pumps looked like they were shut down. As they got closer they saw a `closed' sign fixed to the door.

Fleur hit the steering wheel with her hand in frustration. "How can they be closed! It's only the middle of the day. They can't do this to me!"

Willy watched Fleur's outburst subside and she said: "Fleur, do you know what day of the week it is?"

The older woman gave the young girl a look of incredulity. Travelling, getting high, and free love were the hippy girl's top priorities; keeping track of the date was not.

"Why! What difference would it make Willy?" She asked.

"Because it's Sunday today and every garage I have ever heard of in Holland closes on Sunday. I think it must be a law or something." Willy said.

"You have to be fucking kidding!" Fleur raged. "I bet the asshole who sold me the van knew it was fucked. We're up shit creek. I don't dare drive anywhere with the bus in this condition the bus is in. If all the garages are closed today, then I'll have to find a place to camp and wait until tomorrow. I'm sorry! But you might as well get out and keep hitch hiking."

Willy took a moment to consider; she didn't know how long she'd have to wait for a ride, and this hippy girl had promised to help her find a place to stay in the city. There was nowhere she had to be anytime soon, and she briefly wondered if the free love people like her applied to fucking girls. Willy had a fair bit of experience with girls her age or younger, but she'd never made love with a grown woman.

She considered her companion's lush curves and pretty face and asked: "Do you have enough room for me to sleep in your van tonight Fleur?"

"Certainly. If you like Willy." Fleur said and she put the VW bus into drive and it began to lurch and sputter along the highway.

500m further they came upon a much smaller country road which ran along a canal on one side and green fields on the other. They followed the road, chugging along at about 15km per hour and they passed a group of houses clustered around an ancient watering trough and a few hundred meters further found a lay-by or turnaround set in a grove of trees.

"This looks like a perfect spot," Fleur said. "There are enough trees here we can pee without being seen and there's fresh water just down the road."

Fleur had driven in a VW bus like the one she just bought, to India and back and she thought this campsite as comparatively luxurious. Willy, on the other hand had never actually been camping before and thought the place looked dirty and without any basic amenities. The two got out of the VW and did a quick walk around their new campsite. It was quite a pretty spot and mostly hidden from the road.

"Let me see," said Fleur as she began to rummage around the back of the bus. "We have coffee, which is important, and I have matches, a stove, and two bottles of camping gas to cook with. What else? Lentils and black beans. A little bit of cooking oil. Coffee pot and frying pan. Oh yes, I have a roll of toilet paper and some candles. Really everything we need to pass the night here."

Willy didn't really understand how they could survive on what Fleur said she had. But she didn't feel she was in any position to argue.

"It will be dark in about an hour or so," Fleur said. "Let's take care of the sleeping arrangements."

This was accomplished by moving most of what was in the back of the van into the front seats. The back two rows of seats folded down to make a reasonably spacious sleeping area.

"Sorry Willy I don't have any mattresses for the back, but I have a big piece of foam rubber we can share." Fleur said. "Before we do anything we'll have to fetch some water for coffee and for washing in the morning. Are you hungry? I can cook us a lentil stew. I make it with powdered soup, my special recipe. It's not too bad."

The sun was starting to set and it had begun to to cool when they both put on jumpers, grabbed two pots each and began walking down the road to the water trough they had passed earlier. It was a very picturesque area with a canal on one side, green fields with black and white cows on the other. As they walked Fleur had a chance to get a better look and feeling for her young companion. Willy, though young, had a strong presence and Fleur felt she could sense strength and determination in the girl, which was so different to her own personality. Fleur, even as a child, had just wanted everyone around her to be happy. As she got older she found she often went with the flow and when she started dating, mostly did what men wanted her to. As it would happen, she was at this moment without a permanent man in her life for the first time in a long while.

She wondered to herself why Willy had left home. It looked like she might be lesbian and if so it was likely her Christian parents wouldn't tolerate that. A pity, Fleur thought. Such a pretty girl with real presence and character. This caused her to remember that she hadn't been fucked in quite a while. She loved sex but mostly slept with men. While lesbians were not as accepted as they are today, it was after all the 70s and the era of `free love'. Fleur had slept with several women and had thoroughly enjoyed the experience. She glanced at Willy's budding breasts and her bottom, which although small, still managed a delightful swaying motion as she walked. She wondered briefly what it might be like to make love with her.

"No! She's way too young!" She thought to herself.

The watering trough was a medieval relic in which water flowed out of the mouth of a face carved of stone. Fleur said: "this is really cool. I wonder which god the face belongs to?" And as she filled their containers she said, "this reminds me of India. In that country very few people have running water and everyone gets it from the local fountain."

"You were in India?" Willy said in a voice that expressed both surprise and amazement.

Yes, I drove out there and back last year, in a VW bus just like the one we're sleeping in." Fleur said.

"Did you go alone?" Willy asked her.

"No, I went with my friend Jan. I don't think I would go alone as a woman. You just run into too many creepy situations."

"Is he your boyfriend?" Willy asked.

"Boyfriend? I don't know what that's supposed to mean. Did I fuck him? Sure, but we're not committed to each other or anything. I guess I believe we should be free to love whoever we want."

"Including other girls?" Willy said.

Fleur laughed! "I knew you were going to ask me that question? I don't want to get too personal, but were you kicked out by your parents because you're a lesbian?"

"Yes Fleur. Because the Bible says girls loving girls is a sin." Willy replied.

Fleur said: "What a load of bullshit. Maybe you're better without them Willy."

"I think so," Willy told her. "But it's really hard. It's like my life for the last 16 years is just gone. Now I'm alone for the first time."

They had just returned to their campground which was a relief because the water containers were heavy and their arms had begun to ache.

"I'm hungry now," Fleur said. "Since we only have one gas burner, I'm going to make coffee first then cook the lentil and black bean stew."

Fleur got out her little gas camping stove, lit it and began to boil a pot of water. When it was done, she put the coffee through a filter, filled two cups and offered one to the younger girl.

Willy took the cup and asked: "don't you have cream and sugar? I never drink coffee black."

Fleur patiently explained to her: "No! I think we're pretty lucky to have coffee. If you don't like it you don't have to drink it."

Willy sipped from the cup reluctantly and with a sour expression on her face.

Fleur refilled the pot with water and added dried lentils and black beans and waited for the mixture to boil. Once the beans had boiled enough to soften she added a package of instant soup into the pot, stirred it and had a taste.

"Perfect!" She declared. "This is my special recipe!" She said, clearly proud of her accomplishment. "It's kept me from starving many times."

Fleur passed the pot and spoon to Willy who took a spoonful, tasted it and pronounced it inedible.

"I don't like it." She said.

Fleur didn't react. She was annoyed at the young girls' ingratitude and she began to wish she had left her on the road to hitch-hike.

It was dark by the time Fleur finished her stew. She went to the back of the VW van and arranged what blankets she had so they could sleep comfortably. She lit a candle and used its light to get around the van so as to preserve their battery. The girls then lay down beside each other.

"Good night Willy, sleep well." Fleur said. The younger girl answered with a curt good night.

Chapter II Fleur was just about to fall asleep when she felt Willy's hand shaking her.

"Fleur I need to pee." She said.

"Well, just go outside and pull down your pants." Fleur told her.

"But...I'm afraid of the dark, can you come with me?" Willy asked her.

Fleur, who was normally good natured and pleasant, was at that moment tired and had enough of this ungrateful young girl and said: "No, I'm sleeping. Grow up and go by yourself."

Willy started to tear up, wept and then began sobbing, her body shaking with emotion. Fleur sat up and asked, not very kindly: "What's the matter with you girl?"

The 16-year-old girl unleashed a flood of tears and in between sobs said: "I'm sorry Fleur. I've never done this before; I've never been camping. I've never been away from home before. I feel so sad and alone."

Fleur had a moment of clarity. Despite the girl's tough and confident outward appearance, she was just a young kid who'd left home for the first time and felt lost. Fleur was a kind young woman and had a lot of compassion. She took Willy in her arms and cradled her head.

"I'm sorry sweety, I didn't know. That's terrible and I understand how you feel now. Forgive me for being insensitive. Come, I'll go outside with you."

Fleur grabbed the roll of toilet paper, took Willy by the hand and led her a few meters away from where the bus was parked. She waited while the younger girl pulled down her pants and squatted. After she was done, she passed her the toilet paper. After Willy had cleaned herself, they went back inside the bus.

Inside the bus Fleur was a bit surprised when Willy snuggled up close to her and put her head on her ample breasts.

"Thank you, Fleur," Willy said to her. "You are so nice and kind. And beautiful!"

After a few minutes Fleur was surprised to feel the young girl's soft lips gently nudging the thin fabric covering her ample breasts. It felt nice and she didn't stop her. She felt her nipples become taught and stiffen. Willy's lips soon found them and covered one fleshy point and began to nurse it like a baby.

Fleur was relieved the younger girl had stopped crying and did not immediately move to push her away. In truth, holding Willy in her arms has made her aroused. The girl's small body was hard and angular, quite the opposite of her own full, curvy figure. She enjoyed the feeling of having her nipple sucked and relaxed to enjoy the sensation. She wasn't surprised when a few minutes later she felt Willy's small hands under her shirt caressing her full breasts.

Willy was young but she wasn't inexperienced. She had been seducing girls, her schoolmates and neighbors since she was 12 or 13. It was one of the main reasons the blowup with her parents had occurred. A very underaged girls' parents and members of the same church had found Willy in bed with their daughter and complained to her mother and father.

Willy had also been attracted to Fleur from the moment she had met her. During their brief time together, she had been fantasizing about the young woman. She'd been certain that under the right circumstances her own desire would be accepted and even shared and reciprocated. And she was correct; Fleur gave out a sigh and she began to stroke the younger girl's short hair.

Willy couldn't help but marvel at the size and weight of Fleur's large and heavy breasts; her experience up to this point had been limited to girls with titties not much larger than her own. She lifted Fleur's shirt up for better access and began to fondle and suckle her large fleshy orbs. Fleur rolled onto her back and Willy placed herself between the young woman's open legs. Willy was taller than Fleur and as she sucked on the older girls' breasts her own little boobs pushed against the hippy girl's crotch. Willy thought she could feel the heat of Fleur's arousal and she pushed her little boob against her. She felt Fleur immediately push back; this was the come-hither signal she had been waiting for. She began to rain kisses on Fleur's neck and face.

"Oh Fleur," the young girl said, "I think you're incredible. You're so beautiful and kind and I've never met anyone like you, ever!"

"That's really sweet," Fleur said, certain that Willy merely had a crush on her. She'd been crushed on before, but there was no question she had become hugely aroused by this pretty, thin and very determined young girl.

"I want to make love with you Fleur. I want to lick your pussy until you beg me to stop." Willy said and she began lifting the hem of her dress.

While Willy's wardrobe consisted mostly of straight leg jeans and tight t-shirts, Fleur tended to dress like the hippy she was, which was mostly in ankle length Indian cotton print skirts and smocks. She rarely wore underpants because it gave her a feeling of freedom she liked.

"No, no! You can't, I'm not clean there!" Fleur protested.

It was no use; Willy had her skirt pulled up and had already put her face into the soft curls that covered her lower abdomen. And because Fleur went commando, there was no barrier to prevent the young girl's warm breath stimulating the nerve endings between her legs.

Within seconds of her announcing her intentions, the young dyke had her face thrust between Fleur's hairy lips and was moving her whole mouth in a rampage of exploration.

"Oh fuck!" Fleur shouted as Willy's persuasive tongue flicked her tumescent clitoris. The younger girl was both surprised and delighted to discover Fleur's clit was quite a bit bigger than her own.

Willy had gone down on quite a few girls but all had been younger than she was. In addition to the surprisingly large clit Willy was delighted at Fleur's taste, which was strong and salty and tasted like perspiration. It was exactly the kind of taste she imagined a woman should have.

Willy's own saliva and Fleur's obvious arousal combined to make the older girls' pussy transform from a trickle to a flood. Willy had never seen a girl get so wet and she was in awe. She put two fingers together, thrust them into her vagina, twisted them pushing as deep as she could, pulled them out and repeated the movement, again and again. Fleur's cunt absorbed the fingers with room to spare. Willy was used to fingering young teens and the woman's capacity was a surprise to her.

Willy had once heard something about fisting, but had only a vague idea of what it involved. She had never tried it with her young girlfriends because they were mostly actual or near virgins. Now suddenly, she had found a woman with a cunt obviously big enough to accommodate her small hand. She added another finger and then a fourth and plunged them in and out of Fleur's wet vagina. The woman, who had been taking quick shallow breaths up to this point began to moan softly.

"Oh God!" She cried. "Yes, yes Willy. That feels so good!"

Emboldened, Willy placed her thumb behind the four fingers and made a cone shape out of her hand and began to push and wiggle it into Fleur's wet vagina. Her five digits slipped in quite easily and she suddenly found she had her whole hand inside the woman's hole. Without any warning Willy made a fist out of her fingers and thrust it as deeply as it would go into Fleur. The woman let out a long sound which was obviously a cry of pleasure. Willy continued to thrust her fist deep inside Fleur, pumping it like a hard, fleshy piston.

Fleur's moans turned into a frenzied gasping and then finally she uttered cries of: "Oh no! Please, no!"

Willy, thinking that she had been pushing too hard, quickly pulled out her fist. What followed seemed almost beyond her belief. As her fist came out with a very soft plopping sound, a spurt of liquid shot out of Fleur's vagina over her hand and onto the blankets which were their bedding. This was followed by a second, smaller gout, and then a third.

Willy hadn't heard let alone witnessed this phenomenon. But she knew it wasn't piss because it didn't smell like it. Fleur was not quite as surprised but nevertheless embarrassed by her discharge.

"What happened?" Willy asked.

"I think that's called squirting and some women do it when their g-spots are stimulated enough. It happened a couple of times to me when I masturbated, but never this much. You just gave me the most fantastic orgasm I ever had, Willy!" Fleur said and kissed the younger girl on the lips. "Now take off your clothes so I can give some pleasure back to you my dear."

Willy was out of her clothes in a flash and only a bit slower than Fleur who just had a skirt and blouse to remove. When they were both undressed Fleur pulled Willy on top of her. She fondled her little titties and then began to stroke her pussy. She parted her pubic hair and put her fingers between the girl's lips and stroked everything in between including her clit. Willy was soon gasping from an orgasm of her own.

By then it was past midnight and the two were quite tired. Fleur pulled some blankets over them and they fell asleep in each other's arms.

Chapter III The two campers woke early to a beautiful June morning. Fleur quickly got dressed and went outside to pee. There was no one about and the trees effectively hid them from anyone coming along the road. After she'd finished Fleur lit the camp stove and put some water on to boil for coffee.

Willy followed her a few minutes later, grabbed the toilet paper and made her own visit to the trees. When she got back, she sat on the ground next to Fleur.

"I think we should hurry so we can get to the garage before they open. That way we can be the first to get my van looked at." Fleur said.

Willy looked at the older girl and said: "Fleur, you really have no idea what the date is, do you?"

"Um, I don't pay much attention to things like that. It's June something, 14 or 15, don't know for sure." She answered. "Why?" Willy, who had been in school up until only a few days previous, knew exactly what the date was.

"Today is Monday, May 19 and it's Pentecost Day. Do you know what that means Fleur?" She said.

"Don't know, some religious holiday. Why should I care?" Fleur said.

"Yes, a religious holiday, and also a public holiday. It's a long weekend and the garage won't be open today either. Guaranteed." Willy told her.

"Oh shit, shit!" Fleur yelled. "We have to stay another day here. What a fucking drag!"

Willy wasn't that upset. She was actually quite happy to spend another day with this woman she had hooked up with and was so attracted to. They didn't speak much while drinking their coffee. Willy drank hers black without complaint and even thought she might get used to it.

Fleur drank her coffee in silence and when she was finished said to Willy: "you know that was pretty hot what we did last night. I'd like to do some more. How about you girl?"

"Yes, anytime, anywhere," Willy told her. "I think you're amazing and sexy and I really want you."

"Great! I have an idea!" Fleur said, lifting her arm and sniffing her underarm. "I don't know about you but I feel really dirty. I've got a bucket, a cloth and some soap. What do you say we heat up some water to wash our lady parts? We can clean each other," she said with a twinkle in her eye.

"Oh yes!" Willy said, her pussy beginning to tingle. "Do I get to wash you first?"

"No, I want to wash you first!" Fleur said and filled the cooking pot with water.

When she'd heated as much water as she could Fleur filled the bucket, took the soap and a cloth and went to the other side of the parked van. Trees screened that side and beyond the trees were fields empty except for a few cows. At Fleur's urging Willy removed her jeans, t-shirt and panties. She paused to let the older girl admire her body, her small cone-shaped breasts, her nice slim bottom, the cute little gap between her thighs and the small patch of dark pubic hair above it. Fleur wet and soaped the cloth and first started cleaning Willy's little titties.

"I think they're clean now!" She said as Fleur replaced the cloth with her fingers and tweaked her nipples. Fleur laughed and moved to her underarms, then to her bottom and finally ran the soapy wet cloth between her pussy lips where she lingered longer than was strictly necessary.

"My turn now," Fleur said and shed her clothes. Willy, still naked, soaped the cloth and went straight for her hairy underarms, followed by her underboobs where she lingered quickly sucking each nipple. Next, she put the cloth between Fleur's legs wiping between her lips, from front to back.

"Did I miss anything?" Willy asked.

"No baby," Fleur said, took her hand and led her into the back of the van. Inside Willy took charge. She had Fleur lie on her back and she climbed on top of her, facing her feet. She lowered her backside and hovered her pussy over Fleur's face. The older woman raised her head and buried her mouth in her slit and began to lick. Willy lowered her head to between Fleur's open legs and thrust her tongue into her pussy.

Willy had her first cum nearly right away, her pussy had been dripping since she awoke that morning, and the `cleaning' had only served to make her more excited. This was followed by several more as Fleur licked her pussy and ass with more enthusiasm than skill.

Willy was an experienced cunnilinguist and played the older woman's body like a musical instrument. She didn't cause her to squirt again, but before long she was moaning and calling out Willy's name as orgasm followed orgasm.

More than an hour later they lay in the van which had begun to warm under the bright May sunshine. "Girl, that was so wonderful. I don't think I've ever been fucked like you fuck me. Careful or you'll get me hooked." Fleur said to Willy.

The younger woman was now curled up against Fleur and she answered: "My love, that is exactly my intention. I love you and I want to please you in any way I can, always."

There were some moments of silence while Fleur attempted to digest what Willy just told her. She knew they were past flippant answers, so she said: "Darling Willy, I think you're incredible and I'm so glad we found each other. I know I would never tire of sex with you. But you're nearly 10 years younger than me. I barely know what I want and I'm already 25. How could you know at your age."

Willy took a few moments to compose her answer. "Fleur, I want you to know something. I'm serious, sometimes too serious. When I have made up my mind that's it, there is no stopping me."

Willy paused, looked Fleur in her eyes, stroked her long untidy hair and said: "I don't want to freak you out but I want you more than anything else in my life. I'm telling you this now so I don't have to tell you every day. And it's probably way too intense."

Then Willy paused, and a serious look came over her face and she asked: "How about we hang out together and see where it leads us. See what's down the road. I'll be your girlfriend if you will be mine. And I promise, cross my heart, I'm going to make you very happy."

Fleur took Willy's face in her hands. "OK let's do that. You're a funny kid but I don't think I can resist you."

They kissed passionately as if to seal their intention. Afterwards they dressed and went hand-in-hand to explore the neighborhood. They found a foot bridge over the canal, crossed to a field and eventually came to a farmhouse. There Willy was able to persuade the farmer's wife to sell them some cheese, bread and milk. She even begged a little sugar. That evening Willy got her coffee with milk and sugar and was even happier, something she had doubted was even possible.

Chapter IV On Tuesday morning the VW van was the first in line at the garage they had been waiting for to open. It turned out the problem with the van was a relatively minor one and by noon the two were on their way to Amsterdam.

"Where were you planning to stay in Amsterdam?" Willy asked Fleur after they had driven for a while.

"That's a good question. Before I left for this trip I was squatting with some people in an old building, but I heard the cops cleaned everybody out. I know of a hostel where we can stay for 5 Guilders a night in a kind of a dorm. Do you have any bread on you?" Fleur asked.

"I've got about 200." Willy said. "Why can't we stay in the van?"

"Because there's no place to park it. The cops in Amsterdam are always looking out for people trying to camp for free so they can bust them. There are some campsites some ways out of town, but you have to pay to stay there. For the same amount of bread we can stay in a hostel which is downtown where everything is happening." Fleur told her.

They drove the van to a visitor parking lot in the legendary Vondelpark where it was possible to leave it overnight so long as they didn't sleep inside. Willy was wide eyed by the sight of the many young people from all over Europe, dressed in colorful hippy clothing. She grabbed her bag and followed Fleur.

They found the youth hostel without any difficulty. It might have been a high school at one time, the public area had been a gymnasium and was covered with mats that were filthy from years of use. Groups of mostly young people sat around in groups smoking weed and hashish. What had once been classrooms were now filled with bunk beds and were segregated by sex. The two each dropped their things on a bed to claim a space in the dorm.

"Let's go get high," Fleur said and led Willy to the hall where they joined one of the groups sitting around on the mats. They were mostly men and passed around a pipe filled with a mixture of hash and tobacco. As they were a couple of the few women in the place, they were more than welcome to share and got appreciative looks, but the men were much too stoned to try to flirt with them.

The hashish they smoked was very powerful; Fleur was quite used to it but Willy, who had only ever smoked a little low-grade weed before, was unprepared. She sat there for what seemed like a long time, motionless, eyes glazed, staring into the distance. Fleur had been to India and back and had sampled some of the best hashish Afghanistan and the subcontinent had to offer. Although she had gotten a powerful buzz, it didn't impair her functions. Smoking hashish always made her lethargic and more often than not, horny. She gazed upon Willy sitting motionless on the floor, legs crossed, her pointy little tits, braless, pressing against the thin fabric of her t-shirt, and she decided she needed to fuck her.

"Come with me Willy!" She said, taking the girl's hand and lifting her to her feet. The younger girl stood up, dazed and let herself be led out of the main area into the dorm where they had left their stuff. It was mid-afternoon and the other beds were empty; they had the dorm to themselves.

Fleur spread a sleeping bag on the mattress of the bottom bunk and began to undress Willy. The teen neither helped nor resisted; she passively let her lover remove all of her clothes, including her panties. She eased Willy into the sleeping bag, took off all her own clothes and got in with her. The bag's tight fit forced their bodies together and the sensation of Fleur's big soft breasts against her had the effect of animating the young teen. She came out of her zombie-like state and began to kiss her older lover fiercely and took hold of her substantial tits and fondled and squeezed them.

Fleur's breasts were sensitive and having them touched always led to her becoming hugely aroused. In this case she felt her pussy begin to moisten and she responded by putting her hand between Willy's legs and rubbing her. She noticed the girl was also wet and as the juices moistened her fingers, she used the natural lubrication to ease two fingers inside her. Willy opened her legs as wide as the sleeping bag would allow and accepted her lover's fingers with a low moan.

Fleur just loved how tight the girl's cunt was. Two fingers were as much as she could get in at that moment and she used her thumb to press against the teen's thickened clit.

"Oh yes Fleur! I love you! Fuck me, I love when you fuck me!" Willy moaned.

Fleur fingered her cunt and pressed on her clit until Willy had her first cum, then her second, and a third and she promptly fell asleep, the hash finally taking effect.

The hippy girl was disappointed; she was highly aroused and was hoping Willy would help her cum. She slipped out of the sleeping bag, leaving Willy snoring softly, and got dressed. Fleur went back to the main room where they had been smoking hashish earlier; the group of mostly men were still smoking but there had been some changes, and her eyes caught those of a good-looking American man dressed in faded denim with long hair flowing over his shoulders. They exchanged glances a few times and then the American, whose name was Aaron, mentioned he was new to Amsterdam and asked if anyone could tell him where the American Express office was.

At that time the American Express office in Amsterdam was a hub for English speaking youth -- Americans, Canadians, Australians and more. It was where they went to cash their travelers checks and the office acted as an informal mail drop and post office. The walls were plastered with ads for different items like VW vans and announcements for those offering rides and looking for them.

Fleur offered to show the good looking stranger and they went outside the hostel and crossed the nearest canal. Aaron stopped her and said: "This is perfect, I'm in a beautiful city with a beautiful woman." He put his arm around her waist as he said this.

Fleur was still really horny and unfulfilled and she let Aaron kiss her. They made out a little on the street and he asked where they could go for more privacy. She led him to her van parked nearby by the Vondelpark and let her fuck him inside with the curtains drawn.

After he shot his load in her pussy Aaron kissed her and said: "Sorry to hit and run but I have to meet a friend at the American Express office. You were going to show me, remember?" He laughed.

After showing Aaron the way, Fleur went back to the youth hostel where she went to the dorm to check on Willy, who was now awake and dressed. As soon as they kissed, Willy said: "Where have you been Fleur?"

"I just showed a guy where the American Express office is." She said.

"And you fucked him, didn't you? I can smell it on you a mile away!" Willy said accusingly.

"Sure, he's cute!" Fleur told her, embarrassed that it had been so obvious to the teen.

"Doesn't it means anything that we're girlfriends? You went and fucked a man? Just like that?" Willy accused her.

"Yeah." Fleur replied. She didn't know what else to say.

"You slut!" Willy said, and slapped the older girl on the face. "You really hurt me, I guess I had the wrong idea about us."

Willy grabbed her duffel bag and walked out of the room without a backward glance. Fleur stared at her, realizing how much she had upset her but not knowing what to say.

Chapter V Willy spent the next few hours wandering the streets of Amsterdam, choking back her tears, and feeling both devastatingly sad and furious. She wandered without really knowing where she was going until she happened upon a bar named La Gata (the pussycat in Spanish) in the basement of a typical Amsterdam house on one of the secondary canals. She immediately recognized the name, that of a lesbian club whose reputation was known even in small towns like the one she was from.

It was early evening when she went in and there were quite a few women already in the bar. Willy found an empty table, sat down and looked around. The patrons were a mixture of dykes and femmes with the former in the majority. Everyone there was older than she was and the average age in the place seemed to be about mid-30s. There didn't appear to be any waitresses but before she could go to the bar to get served a woman approached her table and said: "Can I buy you a drink little one?"

She was tall for a woman, even by Dutch standards, in her 40s with her short gray hair styled in a crew-cut. She wore straight leg men's jeans (at a time when everyone wore bell-bottoms), work boots and a t-shirt. She was broad and heavy without being fat and her t-shirt revealed large and saggy breasts unsupported by a bra of any kind.

"Yes, I'd like an Orangina thank you." Willy said. The woman nodded, went to the bar and came back with the drink and a beer for herself.

"I'm Saskia," the woman said. "Are you old enough to be in here, legally, I mean?"

Willy smiled and said: "My name is Willy and yes I am legal here." Though she looked younger she was 16, which was the legal age to drink there at that time.

"Sweet!" Saskia said. "My lucky night, I hope! You look amazingly hot, babe."

"Maybe my lucky night too!" Willy said, with a grin. "You're pretty hot yourself."

"My place is a couple of blocks away. We can go there after we finish our drinks." Saskia said.

"Why wait!" Willy responded, and the two left the club hand in hand.

Saskia lived in a modern but modest social housing building without lifts and they had to walk up three floors to get to her flat. Once inside the door Saskia took Willy in her arms and kissed her. While their tongues locked Willy began pulling up Saskia's shirt, while the older women tugged at the opening to the teenagers jeans. Willy found the woman's large flabby breasts, fondled them and took a big erect nipple in her mouth. Saskia had Willy's jeans and panties to her knees in no time and she thrust her thick fingers in her thigh gap and rubbed her pussy with her knuckles.

After a few moments Saskia easily lifted Willy in her arms, carried her into the bedroom and set her down on the bed. She quickly stripped off the rest of the teen's clothing and gazed admiringly at her slim boyish figure, the patch of dark pubic hair between her legs and the plump and smooth cleft below. Willy was both mad at Fleur and eager to fuck this big rough woman. She put her hands under her tits, pushing them up and making the nipples hard. She also opened her legs to show Saskia the glistening pink insides of her plump young pussy.

Saskia responded by opening her belt and removing her own pants to reveal she was strapped. In place of panties she wore a harness with a pink latex cock which had been pressed against her leg.

"Wait!" Willy cried out in alarm. "I don't want that inside me," she said pointing at the strap-on in Saskia's crotch.

"What?" Saskia responded by saying. "Why not? If you want to be my bitch you have to take my cock."

"I'm sorry," Willy said, "I guess this was a mistake. I don't want to be your's or anybody's bitch." And she reached for her clothes and began to put them on.

Willy was still technically a virgin, but not out of principle. She was just young and hadn't ever met a butch dyke before. But at that moment she decided that if there was going to be any fucking, she'd rather be doing it than getting it.

"Hang on, not so fast!" Saskia said and she sat on the bed next to the teenager. "Maybe we should have had that drink together; let's talk about this!" She said. "Tell me a bit about yourself girl."

Willy reluctantly opened up to this woman that she had just met. She told her about growing up in a small town with religious parents and how she'd started seducing her young friends at an early age. She also mentioned meeting Fleur, but didn't go into how her heart had been broken.

"If you're lez and into lesbian sex, why don't you want me to fuck you with my cock?" Saskia asked.

"I don't know, I just don't like the idea of someone going into me, even if it's a woman." Willy told her. Maybe it's because I don't like feeling vulnerable like that. On the other hand I could see myself using it on a girl, in fact I've imagined doing it a few times. Once I even put a sharpie through a hole in my panties so I could fuck one of my girlfriends."

"Ah! Now I understand!" Saskia said to her. "You're a dyke! A baby dyke!" She said. "Just like I'm a dyke, except I'm older and more experienced than you are and not as hung up about it. I'll put my cock away and lets make love like two women. I can't wait to get my tongue into your sweet young pussy."

Willy was more than eager. Fleur was the only adult she'd made love to and it didn't bother her a bit that Saskia was old and not particularly pretty. She went after her big flabby tits with great enthusiasm and after Saskia had removed her strap-on harness Willy buried her face in the mat of tangled hair and inhaled her body's hidden scents. Saskia wasn't particularly hairy, she just had never shaved or waxed. The curly light brown hair trailed up and around her navel, down around her thighs and over her puckered anus. To Willy's mind she smelt and tasted like a grown woman, like fresh perspiration and hint of pee. Willy pushed her tongue into Saskia's wet vagina as far as it would go, tasting the juices which leaked out as she did so. She pushed her own lips up and down Saskia's pussy, sliding on her slippery discharge.

Saskia, as promised, put her dominant side on pause and enjoyed letting this young girl do the work. This was a change because as a top she was usually the one putting in most of the effort; that's just the way it is with tops and bottoms. She was enjoying herself immensely but she wanted more -- she wanted a taste of Willy's delicious looking young cunt. Because she was twice the teenagers' size, she could easily pick her up, which she did, and placed her face down on top of her in the classic 69 position. Willy continued licking Saskia's pussy but she let her legs relax and open to give the older woman full access to her hidden parts.

While Willy continued to feast on Saskia's hairy pussy, the dyke used her fingers to spread Willy's lips and peer at her perfectly formed slit. When she thrust her tongue in, she was thrilled at the taste; she was young and tasted fresh. Though it had been several days since she had bathed or showered, her pussy was as clean and fresh smelling as if she'd just washed. After licking her pussy Saskia moved her tongue up to swipe Willy's asshole; she found it equally clean but had to stop because it caused a crick in her neck.

Saskia was curious to know how tight the teenager's pussy was so she pushed a single digit into her wet hole. It slid easily enough but it was tight; she guessed no cock or dildo had yet entered her sweet fuck-hole.

Willy followed the older woman's example and pushed her own finger into Saskia's cunt. She found there was room for plenty more so she added a second and a third. Saskia began to moan and Willy increased her pace, using her hand like a little piston, pushing in and out of her wet hole.

"Get between my legs Willy," Saskia said. "I want you to fist me."

The teenager knelt between Saskia's legs and said: "I don't know what that is. Can you tell me how to do it?"

She did in fact lie to Saskia because she had already fisted Fleur, but had made it up as she went along. She wanted someone who was more experienced to confirm she was doing it right.

"Put your thumb behind your fingers which you make into a cone." She said.

Willy did so, and didn't need to be told what to do with it. She placed the clenched fingers at the entrance of the older woman's cunt and tried to push it in. She met with some resistance.

Saskia moaned with pleasure and said: "Twist it around babe. Use my juices to work your way in."

Willy followed her instructions and was surprised by how easily her whole hand slid deep into Saskia's vagina.

"Now make a fist babe!" The woman told her. "And when she did said: now fuck me hard with it!"

Willy obliged and pumped her fist back and forth until her arm ached and the big woman moaned with the effect of multiple orgasms. The teenager also noticed her hands were so slick with the older woman's cum that her forearm was wet and slippery all the way to her elbow.

Saskia folded her arms around the young girl and lay panting as the sensations wracking her body subsided. She stroked Willy's head affectionately and said: "So, I gues you are a runaway. Where are you staying?"

Willy felt relaxed enough to let her guard down and felt she could be open and honest with this big rough woman. Willy told her the story of her last few days, about meeting Fleur, falling in love with her and how the woman had walked right out of her arms into bed with a man.

"Tell me more about this Fleur, how much of an age gap is there between you two?" Saskia asked.

"She's mid 20s I guess and a real hippy girl. She's beautiful and has blond hair and big tits. Fleur can be pretty scattered in some ways but I think she's quite smart. I get the idea she's looking for something but she won't know when she finds it because she's so spaced out." Willy said.

"Don't you know that bi girls will always break your heart. Saskia said, stating it like a fact. "Would you say she's assertive Willy?"

"No!" The younger girl replied, "Not at all. Fleur's mostly passive and takes things as they come."

"I see!" Saskia said. "Would you allow this experienced old dyke to give you some advice?"

"Yes please," Willy said. "Just don't tell me to forget about her. I don't think I can do that."

Saskia said: "I was partly joking when I called you a baby dyke, but my sense is you're potentially as butch as I am. You just don't have lmuch experience yet. If you want this girl or woman to be yours you have to take her; give her no choice and be really strong with her. I don't mean tough or strong like a man, that's bullshit strength."

The old dyke continued saying: "What I mean is that you have to be determined. If you want her, you can have her. It might take time and effort but it's within your power. You have to let her know the way it is and that you won't accept her fooling around or any of that crap."

"I slapped her in the face when I found out she cheated on me. I feel bad about that." Willy said.

You don't have to feel bad or apologize; the woman cheated on you. But holding her tight and showing determination through physical strength is good." Saskia told her.

"But now I want to get back to the La Gata club/ I'm supposed to meet some friends there." She said.

"Allright, thanks Saskia. It's been fun and educational. I'm going back to the hostel to find Fleur before she hooks up with some other guy." Willy told her.

"OK! Come back and visit me some time," Saskia said to her. "You aren't exactly my type of femme, but I never turn down young pussy!" She said and laughed.

"You've been amazing, but can I ask you one favor Saskia. Do you have an extra one of those?" Willy said, pointing at the strap-on dildo which had lain on the bed since they undressed.

"I guess so!" Saskia said and laughed. "You can have this one. It's used, but I don't think anyone is going to be able to tell, unless they smell it!"

Chapter VI Willy found Fleur at the hostel, smoking hash with the same group as before. She doubted the woman even knew that she'd been gone.

"Come with me Fleur! She ordered and held out her hand to pull her to her feet. The woman was stoned to passivity and just followed along while Willy led her to the dorm where they collected their things. The teenager then took her out of the hostel, to the Vondelpark and back to the place the van was parked.

"What are we doing here?" Fleur asked.

"We're leaving Amsterdam," Willy told her. "I heard there is a nice beach in Scheveningen where we can camp for free."

"But we just got here!" Fleur protested.

Willy didn't answer her right away. She pushed Fleur against the van and used one knee to pry open her legs. She did this gently but very firmly; it was already getting dark out so that no one watching would have noticed as her hand slipped under the older girls flowing cotton skirt and grabbed hold of her pussy. Fleur moaned as the teenagers' practiced fingers parted her thick curly pubic hair, found her warm slippery furrow and began pressing on her sensitive clit. She gasped in response and put her arms around Willy's shoulders.

The teenager whispered in her ear: "We are going where I decide, is that clear? You're with me Fleur and I'm going to make you cum like you never have before."

Willy inserted two fingers into her cunt and began fucking her while pressing her thumb against Fleurs' engorged clitoris. The woman orgasmed immediately and slumped into Willy's arms.

"Now let's go!" She said and led her around to the driver's side where Fleur climbed into the driver's seat, put the key into the ignition and started the engine.

"I still don't understand why we're leaving Willy? Fleur asked after they had been driving for a while.

"Pull over here now!" Willy said, and Fleu drove to the side of the road and stopped the van.

"I'm getting out here. You can go wherever you want...to hell if you like, I don't care." Willy said.

"But why?" Fleur asked, alarm in her voice.

"You want me to stay with you?" Willy asked.

"Yes I do!" The woman said. "I like you! We have fun together."

"If you want me to stay with you then you've got to be my girlfriend. Do you know what that means?"

"Yes Willy!" Fleur said, slightly subdued.

"It means no more of this 'free love' shit. So don't go fucking around on me. You're my woman now, a one girl woman. Do you understand?"

Fleur nodded her head.

"And one more thing, I'm in charge now in this relationship. It means we go where I say, do what I say we do. Is that understood?"

"Yes Willy," Fleur said, "I understand and I have no questions.

"Good girl!" Willy said and patted her on the cheek affectionately. "Now let's go to Scheveningen. But we need to stop at a supermarket for groceries. I'm not eating black bean and lentil stew again and I want milk and sugar in my coffee."

"But Willy, how are we going to pay for that? I'm pretty much broke!"

"When I left home I took some antique coins with me. I sold one in Amsterdam before we left, so we're OK for money." Willy said. "Not only are you my woman, you're my kept woman." She said and giggled.

"Won't your parents call the police Willy?" Fleur asked.

"No, I don't think so. In any case they are mine, given to me by my aunt Wilhelmina when I was small. My parents were only supposed to be keeping them for me." Willy told her.

At the supermarket they bought enough food to last a week. When they arrived at Scheveningen Willy asked for directions to the free beach. Everyone knew where it was because it was a nudist (or swimsuits optional) beach, next to which was a nudist only campground.

"I always wanted to go to a nudist colony," Willy said when they arrived at the campground, which was like any other campground with a collection of tents and caravans, except that everyone there, men, women and children, were going about their business naked.

Willy paid the admission and found a place to park the VW bus. Then she took off all her clothes; Fleur followed suit. It was too late to go to the beach and the two set up the VW for sleeping.

"Make us some dinner." Willy said to Fleur. "I'm going to look around the place." She was secretly pleased the woman followed her instructions without question.

When she got back to the bus she found not only hot soup, but also cheese sandwiches and some chocolate waiting for her. The back of the VW bus had been made up and looked cleaner and a good deal more comfortable than the last time they slept in it.

After supper Willy suggested they turn in for the night. "I'm going to the showers to pee and brush my teeth." She told Fleur.

In the bathroom she went into a toilet stall and strapped on the cock she got from Saskia. It was flesh colored, rubber or silicone and about 6 inches long. It was shaped more like a cucumber than a cock. After putting it on Willy swung her slim hips and the dildo swung back and forth.

'So that's what it feels to be a man,' she thought to herself.

The camp was very quiet and she met no one on the way back to their camping spot. It was too dark to see properly but she held a towel in front of her, just in case.

When she got back to the VW van, Fleur was awake and waiting for her. She hadn't really had full sex with Willy since they had camped by the road a couple of days ago. Willy slid in next to her, careful to conceal her cock by lying on her stomach. She kissed Fleur and fondled her breasts briefly before letting her hand slide over the skin on her stomach and between her legs. There she began rubbing her cleft with her fingers and pressed down on her clitoris.

Fleur moaned softly and said: "Fuck me with your fingers Willy."

"OK babe," Willy instructed her, "get on your hands and knees."

She helped the Fleur get up, kneeled behind her, caressed her soft bottom and used her fingers to spread her hairy lips. Her fingers slipped into Fleurs wet hole so easily it was as if they had been sucked in.

'She's as ready for me as she'll ever be!' Willy thought to herself and she placed the tip of the artificial penis at the entrance of Fleurs vagina and used her hips to deliver a single hard thrust.

"Oh my God!" Fleur exclaimed in surprise as Willy buried nearly the entire length of the cock into her. Fleur had no time to wonder what was going on before a powerful climax pulsed through her which Willy rode by keeping her cock firmly inside the woman. Willy paused briefly to let her enjoy the moment before beginning to thrust into her over and over again. She took hold of Fleur's soft hanging breasts, squeezed and used them for leverage so she could fuck the woman harder.

"No, please!" Fleur begged as the sensations began to overwhelm her.

"You wanted cock, and I'm giving you cock, my dirty slut!" Willy panted between thrusts.

"Yes! I'm your slut Willy. Fuck your slut." Fleur begged.

Willy responded by taking hold of Fleur's shoulder length blonde hair and used that to hold on and force her body onto the cock. Using a strap-on dildo for the first time, Willy was pleasantly surprised to find the base of it nestled on her clitoris so that every time she pushed into Fleur it would push against her and make her more aroused. After she felt she had satisfied Fleur, Willy decided she had to tend to her own needs. She moved forwards in the VW van and took the older girl into her arms. She kissed her and Fleur responded hungrily and sucking on her tongue. The older girl paused and whispered: "Willy, I didn't know you had a cock. Where did you get it?"

Willy responded: "Did you like that, my pet? I got it specially for you."

"Oh yes, thank you Willy. I love it...and I love you for making me cum like that."

"You are welcome. One thing you can do for me pet, I'm really horny. Can you lick me?"

Fleur responded by moving down their makeshift bed so that her face was level with Willy's crotch and she bumped into the plastic penis. Working by touch alone Fleur found the straps and buckles and removed the harness from around Willy's waist. When it was clear she nuzzled the girl's sparse pubes, inhaling the now familiar scent of her.

Willy shifted her hips to give her better access and Fleur searched with her tongue, found her moist crevice and began to lick the small hooded bud of the clitoris above. She licked her clit softly and gently but with determination for what seemed like an hour but was actually only 15 minutes. Willy felt the pressure build up on her body, and the tingling feeling became so strong as to be unbearable; just when she thought she couldn't bear the suspense her climax arrived, the tension released and it felt like she had gone over the top of a roller coaster. She felt her vagina release juices which mixed with Fleur's saliva and wet the blankets they were lying on.

"Oh my Fleur, that was the strongest cum I ever had." She said panting slightly.

The older girl kissed Willy tenderly. "I'm so happy you liked it. I love to make you cum and thank you for the cock Willy. I loved it."

The two kissed and caressed each other for a while and soon fell asleep in each other's arms.

Chapter VII The following morning was sunny and promised to become a warm June day. After breakfast Willy and Fleur put a couple of towels in a bag along with some sandwiches and headed to the beach. The white sandy seashore stretched as far as the eye could see in both directions and there were only a few people out at that hour. Mostly families with children, all nude, of course.

The two picked up their towels and wandered down the beach to the end of the `swimsuits optional area' and back the other way to where the beach ended in a series of low dunes. They walked, not speaking for a while, mostly alone with their thoughts.

Fleur was the kind of person who mostly took things as they came. But walking nude, hand in hand on a nearly empty beach, she couldn't help but wonder about her relationship with Willy. When she was honest with herself, she realized she found the young girl very attractive and she admired her strong character and determination; almost the complete opposite of what she was. She also had to admit that sex with Willy was the best she had ever had. No one had ever made her cum so hard and long. Certainly no man had ever done so.

After walking a little further Fleur decided that she was very fond of the bossy young girl, and possibly even loved her. But because she was never really good at, and actually afraid of making decisions, she decided to let the relationship take its natural course. 'Que sera, sera!' She thought.

Willy was also thinking about the two of them, as they walked, nude, hand in hand under the sun. She thought about fucking Fleur with a strap on the night before. It was the first time for both of them and it seemed her lover really enjoyed it. Would it keep her from fucking men? Willy didn't know but she hoped so.

Willy couldn't stop being amazed that she had managed to get a 25-year-old girlfriend, something that seemed like a dream. All her relationships to date had been with girls her own age or younger. On the other hand, Willy was conscious she was nearly 10 years younger than Fleur. One thing Willy knew about Fleur, she was a free spirit and was inclined to let things unfold naturally. If she wanted Fleur long term, Willy thought, she'd have to make it happen. That was the advice Saskia had given her about taking charge, and so far it was working. There were moments when she was afraid that she didn't know what she was doing, but her personality wouldn't let her admit it. Even to herself, sometimes.

Willy took Fleur by the hand and led her to place in between the water and the dunes. They sat on their towels waiting to warm up enough to brave a dip in the North Sea. Fleur looked around at the sandy beach, the blue sea, the sun rising in the sky and at her lover sitting next to her. She was suddenly overcome by emotion. She wiped the tears away and kissed Willy on the forehead.

"I'm so happy, Willy. This intense feeling just came over me now, I guess it must be love." Her lover smiled and said: "I hope so, I love you Fleur and I have from the moment we met."

"I know Willy, and the sex is so good. I just love that you are so smart and strong, incredible for your age. You always seem to make the right decisions and I love that about you." Fleur said.

"I'm going to make a decision now Fleur, we're going to go for a long holiday together. With the money from my gold coins we'll be set for quite a long time if we're careful. I've never been to the South of France, so let's go there. And maybe onto Spain or Italy. Do you think the van's in good enough shape to take us?" Willy asked.

"It's got a new motor and cross-my-fingers I think the van's fine. I can't think of anything I'd rather do than go to France and maybe Spain with you!" Fleur said.

They were still sitting on the beach, naked, and kissing when two women came towards them, also nude of course, and holding hands. One was a thin woman in her 50s with hair that had once been blond but was now white. Her companion was a young looking Asian girl appeared less than half her age. The Asian wore her thick black hair to her shoulders and she had larger breasts than was commonly seen on Asian women. Neither Fleur nor Willy had seen an Asian girl naked before and both were fascinated by her pubic hair, a sparse upside-down pyramid of thick, straight black strands which seemed to point in every direction.

"Hello!" The older woman said, speaking with a French accent. "My name is Rachelle and this is Martine, we are a couple, are you also?"

"Yes," Willy said. "We're lesbians. My name is Willy and this is my girlfriend Fleur. Would you like to sit down and join us?"

"Sure!" She said and sat down. Martine remained standing until the older woman patted the sand next to her, and then she sat.

Fleur, who was the more social of the two said: "we're in the nude camping area, staying in a VW van." She also told them where they were from and how they met.

Rachelle said: "I am French, perhaps you guessed by my accent. I came to the Netherlands to dance ballet some years ago, and I stayed on to teach. Martine here is Dutch but her parents are from Indonesia. She's a very pretty thing, don't you think? Wonderful breasts for an Asian girl. She said and reached out to fondle Martine's breasts. We're also staying in the camping area."

Both girls stared at Rachelle in light of the new information. She did have the physique of a ballet dancer; her figure was toned and slender and could pass for that of a much younger woman. She also possessed the presence and authority teachers often have.

Rachelle continued: "Her parents don't approve of lesbians, and I rescued her and now she is mine. Aren't you Martine."

"Yes Rachelle, I am yours," the girl said quietly.

The two couples talked for a while and when the sun became too hot they ran into the ocean, dunked themselves quickly and ran back up the beach.

"We're going to return to my tent for lunch and a nap," Rachelle said, giving a meaningful look at Martine, who blushed. "Would you two like to join us for dinner, say around 8pm?"

"Yes, that would be nice," Willy said. She was impressed with the older woman and wanted to get to know her better.

The sun had already set when Willy and Fleur arrived at Rachelle's camp. Her setup was quite impressive, she had a 6 person tent so spacious you could easily stand up in it. She also had a folding table which was covered in a checkered table cloth with place settings for four, two bottles of wine and candles.

Rachelle welcomed them with kisses on both cheeks. Martine stood next to the table wearing only a small white servant's apron and she served them wine, and then the dinner in three courses, sitting down only when everyone had been served.

The four chatted amiably during the meal. Eventually coffee was served and that seemed to be a signal for Rachelle and Martine to get started. The older woman slipped her hand under the table and in between Fleur's legs where she began to gently fondle her pussy. Willy noticed right away but before she could say anything Martine had slipped beneath the table and was on her knees in between her legs and was beginning to lick her pussy.

Rachelle said with a soft chuckle, "I hope you are not offended my lovely dears. I just assumed you would like to play with us."

She gave Willy a questioning look, who in turn directed her gaze at Fleur. The older girl had a big smile on her face which Willy took to be assent, and so she said to Rachelle: "yes, I think that could be fun."

"Bravo!" Rachelle said clapping her hands together with delight and said. "Let's repair into the tent where we can have more privacy."

The floor inside their tent were a couple of inflatable mattresses and the floor was covered in blankets. Rachelle went directly to Fleur, kissed her on the lips and weighed one of her heavy breasts, fingers caressing a nipple. Martine went on her knees and her tongue resumed licking up and down Willy's pussy, paying special attention to her clit.

The slight older French woman kissed Fleur and used both hands to explore her figure. When they slipped between her legs, she felt moisture and said to Willy: she's already very wet, you have a woman who is easily aroused. "Is there anything special you would not permit me to do with her."

Willy was a little surprised at the question, but suddenly understood the relationship between Martine and the much older woman.

"You will have to ask her, Rachelle," Willy told her, earning an approving smile from Fleur.

"Understood," the French woman said. "I wish to show you something extraordinary."

"Martine, lie down on the bed there," she said pointing at one of the mattresses.

The girl obeyed and Rachelle gently and firmly maneuvered Willy so that she straddled Martine, pussy poised above her head, facing her feet. The Asian girl resumed licking her pussy energetically. The French woman then turned her attention to Fleur, getting her to kneel in between Martine's legs.

"Please lick my beautiful girl," she said, "I will use my fingers to help her climax."

While Fleur licked, Rachelle slid two fingers into Martine's vagina, hooking them upwards so that they thrust against her g-spot. Willy balanced herself with both hands on Martine's full breasts and pushed herself backwards to direct the girl's tongue exactly between her open pussy lips.

All four were silent while they each concentrated on their own efforts until, after about 10 minutes Rochelle said: "watch Martine's pussy closely, she has a surprise for you."

At that moment the young Asian girl let out a moan and a gout of clear liquid erupted from her vagina, followed by a second one and then a third, each slightly smaller in volume. Her thighs quivered visibly and she gasped as the gouts of liquid became a trickle and then stopped.

Fleur received the full force of the first squirt and moved her head back, visibly surprised. Willy also saw the girl squirt but was in the middle of an orgasm and too distracted to react. As the squirting subsided and Martine's body relaxed, Rachelle laughed and said: "This girl has a rare talent, I believe you have never seen anything like that before!"

She took Fleur's head in her hands, kissed her lips and licked Martine's juices off her face.

"I think you are a beautiful woman Fleur but I'd like to start with your partner Willy. I have a passion for young girls!" The French woman said and put her arms around Willy and gently pulled her off Martine's face and led her to another bed. Willy allowed herself to be led. If she were perfectly honest with herself she didn't find the French woman all that attractive. Though she had an incredible body for her age, Willy preferred girls with a softer and fuller body type. Also Rochelle was clearly dominant and the teenager was still adjusting to her newfound butch identity.

Despite this she was also conscious of her inexperience and was not about to refuse the opportunity to learn. She followed the 52 year old woman to the bed and let herself be pushed on her back. Rachelle climbed on top of her, pushed herself between the girl's legs and began to grind their pussies together. She kissed the teenager who was much less than even half her age and in between kisses she said: "I have a nice cock Cherie that I think would fit very well inside your young cunt."

Willy answered by saying: "I would not like that Rachelle. If there is any fucking to be done I would like to be the one doing it."

"Ah, such a pity! I was hoping for a different response. If you change your mind, let me know. What about your girlfriend? May I fuck her with my cock?"

"She does like to be fucked, Rachelle. If she agrees, please be my guest." Willy said.

"Perfect, thank you! Now I would like to sample your lovely young pussy. I've thought of nothing else since we met!"

After saying that, the older woman turned her body around, put her face between Willy's legs, pushed her hips back to offer her own pussy to the girl. The teen felt Rochelle's hot, wet tongue bisect her crevice and begin to lick her aroused clitoris. She immediately felt the anticipation of a climax push up through her abdomen. At the same time, she felt the French woman's slippery pussy lips on her face as Rochelle pushed back seeking the teen's tongue.

Willy gave it to her and her taste buds explored the inside of her intimate places, her vagina, the area below and her puckered anus. She wondered if the woman would return the favor and she put her hands on her knees and pulled them back, so as to expose everything to her.

Fleur and Martina who had stayed on the other bed, didn't waste any time. They lay on their sides facing each other, kissing. The hippy girl, partly as a result of her travels to India, thought Martina was incredibly beautiful and exotic looking. She latched on to her lips and wouldn't let go, letting their tongues dance inside each other's mouths. The two were equally matched for breast size, Martina's rounder with dark brown nipples while Fleur's were more cone shaped and pink tipped.

It did not take long for their fingers to reach each other's pussies where they masturbated each other by caressing each other's clits. Fleur was soon panting with excitement and gave out a loud moan when the Asian girl pushed a finger deep into her slick vagina and began to manipulate her. Fleur responded in kind and the two were shortly grunting with pleasure as they finger fucked each other, oblivious to everything else around them.

By the time Rachelle and Willy had given each other several orgasms, so had Fleur and Martina. The tent had warmed considerably from the heat of their bodies and Willy thought there was a strong smell of cunt in the air.

"I'd like to propose an activity if you will agree Willy, something we can all do together; sort of a daisy chain." Rachelle said.

"What's your idea Rachelle?" Willy asked.

"I told you I would love to fuck your girl Fleur, if she agrees. If we put the beds together lengthwise so that I can fuck her while she is on her knees. Fleur in turn can lick Martina who will be on her back and you can sit on her face."

"It sounds like a good plan," Willy said. She'd never participated in an orgy before and she saw this as her chance to experience it.

"Show Fleur and me your dildo first," Willy asked her.

Rochelle rummaged through a bag lying on the floor and came back holding a strap-on dildo very similar to the one Willy had used the night before except this one was quite a bit longer and thicker.

Fleur, who had overheard the conversation, came over to take a look and said: "Oh yes! I'd like to try that!"

At Rochelle's direction they moved the beds into position. Fleur got on her knees but put her head down, a pillow under her chest. Martina sat in front of her, wrapped her legs around the girl's back and laid her head down on the bed. Willy knelt, knees against Martina's ears, facing in the direction of Rochelle.

They stayed in position watching the French woman strap on her artificial cock and gently pushed three fingers into Fleur's vagina. The flower child was already wet with anticipation and Rochelle's fingering made her wetter. Martina and Willy were also very aroused and eager to start.

When Rochelle judged Fleur ready, she placed the head of her cock at the entrance to her hole and thrust her hips forward.

"Oh my God that's big!" Fleur moaned as the big plastic cock thrust nearly halfway into her. She was about to exclaim something else but the oriental girl tightened her legs' grip around the flower child and pulled her face close to her hairy pussy.

Fleur moaned but the sound was muffled by the Martine's wet labia wrapped around her lips. She pushed out her tongue and tried to push it as deep as she could into her vagina before pursing her lips around Martina's engorged clitoris.

Chapter VIII The evening continued in this vein until early in the morning, the four of them switching partners and occasionally three of them piling onto one, tongues and fingers working to bring the recipient into climax after climax.

Eventually all four lay exhausted and sweaty from their vigorous lovemaking. Rachelle fetched a bottle of wine, opened it and passed it around. The three younger women took a sip and passed it back to the French woman who gulped it down thirstily. She downed nearly the whole bottle and was soon sleeping on one of the mattresses and snoring very softly.

"Lets go out into the fresh air," Martine said. They followed her outside the tent, onto the beach and towards the water.

"How long are you staying here?" Martine asked the two women when they were some distance from the camp.

"Until tomorrow," Willy said. "We just decided to go camping in France, and perhaps find some nude beaches there."

Martine took hold of Willy's arm and held it tightly. "Take me with you! Please." She urged the 16 year old.

Both Fleur and Wills stopped and stared at her.

Fleur spoke first and said: "Martine, I thought you and Rachelle are a couple. Would you leave her just like that?"

"Bah! I'm not her girlfriend, more like a servant really or some kind of fucktoy. At first it was fun and exciting but I'm fed up with it now and I can't stand her. I really want to leave." She said.

"And why do you want to come with us?" Willy said. "Can't you just go somewhere on your own?"

Martine explained: "The problem is Rachelle knows me too well. If I said I was leaving she'd talk me out of it. The only way I can leave her is to go where she can't find me. Maybe after a while she'll forget or find another young girl to serve her."

Fleur said: "the problem is that our van is quite small and I don't think there's room for three to sleep in it."

"I'll sleep under the van, outside, anywhere. Please take me with you, I have to go. I can cook, clean whatever you want. She told them. I'll even eat you out...suck you pussies, whenever you want."

"No, we don't need..." Fleur began to say.

Willy interrupted her and said: "OK, we'll give it a try. Fleur: go back to the VW van and pack everything," she ordered. "Martine, you get your stuff and meet us outside the front gates of the campground. I'm going to the office to tell them we're leaving and to settle the bill."

"Oh thank you, thank you." Martine said, putting her arms around both of them and kissing them on the cheeks several times.

"Don't forget your passport!" Willy told her and they went their separate ways.

Willie arrived at the camp office just as it was about to close. She went inside and paid their bill. She noticed a door which was marked Lost and Found, and which gave her an idea.

"Do you have any unclaimed camping gear that you want to get rid of?" She asked.

The admission clerk gave her a shrewd look and said: "Maybe, have a look for yourself.

Willy went into the Lost and Found cupboard quickly spotted a couple of items that she thought would come in handy: a fairly new 4 person tent, a folding table and a pair of camp chairs and a drinks cooler. She took the items out of the room and said: I will give you 50 Guilders for this lot.

The clerk held out his hand and took the money. Willy took her equipment outside to wait for Fleur who arrived 5 minutes later.

"Look what I got for us!" Willy said. "Help me get it into the van."

By the time they had loaded up, Martine came along carrying a small backpack which she held up to them and said: "I didn't want to risk waking her. Anyway if I took anything she had bought she might call the cops on me. Rachelle would do that kind of thing."

Willy opened the back door to let her in, got in the front passenger seat and said to Fleur: "Let's get out of here!"

Fleur put the bus into gear and they set off into the night. After they had gone a few minutes Willy said: "Turn right onto this highway Fleur. It should take us to Belgium in about an hour. After that lets find somewhere we can pull over to sleep."

At that time all Europe still had border controls and at the Belgian border they had to stop and have their passports examined. Since all three were Dutch nationals with valid passports the inspection they got was perfunctory. Less than an hour later they found a place to pull over. While Willy and Martine arranged their baggage, Fleur prepared the back for them to sleep. It was a tight fit in the back of the van, but the three managed, squeezed in close to each other. Willy chose to go in the middle and slept with large soft breasts pressing into her from either side.

The next morning they got moving as soon as all three were awake and drove to a roadside cafe for breakfast. It had a large bathroom for travelers to use and each of them made use of it in turn. They ordered croissants and coffee and lingered to plan their voyage onwards.

"Now that we have escaped the clutches of the evil Rachelle perhaps you can tell us a bit about her and your relationship." Willy asked.

"This is hard to explain." Martine began. "I was her student and she seduced me when I was quite young. She loves to dominate, I'm naturally very submissive. It was wonderful for a while; we were well matched and the sex was fantastic. Over time she wanted to push me past my natural boundaries; she wanted a slave and made me fuck women I didn't like. I may be submissive but I'm not a slave. I wanted out and here I am, so grateful to both of you."

"You're welcome!" Fleur said. "You're so sweet and sexy I'm glad you're here with us and I think we can have great fun together."

"Thank you," Martine said. "I'll do my best to please you. Both of you."

"As you know Martine, I'm not that old, or experienced." Willy said. "I'm not really sure what a submissive is. Can you explain that to me and what that means for us?"

"Yes Martine," Fleur spoke up. "Who are you going to be submissive to, Willy? Me? Or both of us?"

Martine said: "For me being submissive means giving up control, physically and emotionally. Think of me as kind of a willing servant, I will do whatever you tell me to as long as it doesn't result in my injury or it's really disgusting. I won't fuck a man if you tell me to, for example."

"In return I only ask that you look after me, and make sure that I am well fed and comfortable. I'll go wherever you want, do whatever you want. I only ask that you don't abuse me, like Rachelle did." She said.

"What do you think Fleur?" Willy asked. "Is this something you want?"

"It's up to you Willy, my dear," the older woman said. "You've been in charge since we left Amsterdam. I will go with whatever you decide."

Willy gave them both a good hard look. She was excited at the prospect of having two women and there didn't appear to be many disadvantages she could think of.

"Yes," Willy said with a broad, gap-toothed smile. "I accept and welcome to our family Martine. Now let's go and find a nice place to hang out for a while. We love nude beaches, don't we? There is a pretty famous one at Montalivet which is up the coast from Bordeaux. It will take us two full days to drive there so we had better get started."

They left the cafe and approached the VW van. Martine was about to climb in the back when Willy stopped her. The girl was wearing a knee length print shift dress with brightly colored patterns. Two straps held the dress up and left the shoulders bare and the front fell off her large breasts, calling attention to them.

Willy kissed Martine and pressed up against her full body. Her hand slipped under the hem behind and she fondled the girl's cotton panty covered round bottom. She took hold of the pantie's waistband and pulled them down.

Rule number one for you Martine, no panties. Fleur never wears them and your pussy must be available to us at all times." She giggled and let her fingers slide between the girls' legs and lingered under her pussy for a minute or so.

"Thank you, Willy, I will do this," Martine said, taking off her panties and climbing into the back seat.

Chapter IX They drove all day, stopping only to buy some sandwiches and coffee. They spent the journey filling each other in on their backgrounds. Martine seemed to have an endless number of stories about her time serving Rachelle and what she had been persuaded to do. It was an education for Willy and Fleur who realized that the girl was much more sexually experienced than they were, and who could probably teach them a thing or two. Fleur told about her overland trip to India and Willy talked about her life growing up lesbian in a small town. She also shared about some of her early crushes, loves and sexual exploration.

"Martine, you're more experienced than we are, I think, tell us what ways of fucking that you find the most exciting?" Willy asked. "I'd like to know."

Martine thought for a moment and said: "I really like anal. Not as a regular thing, but in combination with being fucked in my cunt, or having my cunt licked, it's an amazing feeling."

"Wow, I haven't tried it. What about you Fleur?" Willy said.

"I've tried it with a man, of course, Willy. It's different, that's certain. I did a 3 way once, one man in my pussy and another in my asshole, and the third I sucked off. It was a different, quite amazing feeling. It was like being used and being filled everywhere."

"Amazing!" Willy said, the wheels in her head turning. She found the idea of anal exciting, not for herself - she had already decided she didn't want to be penetrated. But the idea of fucking one or both of her girls in the ass really aroused her.

"Which way should we go, left or right?" Fleur said to Willy as they came to an intersection? Fleur was driving and Willy navigated using a book of French campsites they had bought earlier.

"Turn left Fleur," Willy said. "There's a campsite about 30 minutes from here. It's not a nude site but they have a snack bar and showers. I think we should stop there for the night."

"If you can find a supermarket on the way, I can plan our supper. Among the many things I learned from Rachelle was French cooking. I can do that on a campfire." Martine said.

Fleur found a supermarket and Willy gave Martine money for food.

The campsite they chose was next to a small lake in the middle of some woods. It wasn't crowded and they found a spot surrounded by trees that gave them a measure of privacy. Willy and Fleur unpacked the van and set up the tent, tables and cooking equipment. Willy took Fleur by the hand and said to Martine: "We're going to take a shower together. Are you able to begin our supper? Do you have everything you need Martine?" She asked.

"Yes I do." Martine told her. "But Willy you don't have to ask me. If you say: `Make me supper Martine' I will do it for you, and it will please me that I am able to serve you in any way I can."

Willy repeated her request, as an order this time and the two went off, hand in hand, to find the showers. They went into a single stall together, locked the door and proceeded to wash each other.

"I love your boobs Fleur," Willy said, running her soapy hands over her breasts. "I could play with them all day and not get tired."

"I love when you touch me, anywhere, Willy. Who could imagine I'd be a young girls' fucktoy some day...and that I would love it?"

"Yes, that's what you are Fleur. My lovely toy." Willy said and kissed her. "Now we're alone, tell me what you think of Martine and our new situation?"

"Yum! I like her Willy. She's so hot. All day I was thinking about getting her in bed. But that wasn't really your question. You want to know how she's going to fit in with you and me and if you should be jealous? Don't you?"

"Yes Fleur. I don't want anything or anyone to come between us."

"She won't. I'm your girlfriend for as long as you want me. Martine is like our family dog," she said and giggled. "You're the master, or mistress in this case and she has to obey you, first. I'm like your wife who gets to take her out for a walk every day, so she's mine too. But you are the boss. Does that make sense to you Willy, my love?"

Willy nodded her agreement. She was quite relieved because this question had been on her mind most of the day.

"Do we have to explain it to her like you just did?" Willy asked Fleur.

"No Willy, I'm sure she already knows it."

When they got back to their camping spot Martine was nearly finished cooking their supper.

"Did you enjoy your shower?" She asked. "I've made spaghetti carbonara and I hope you like it. Let me serve you some wine!" She said, passing them each a cup.

They had only two folding camp chairs, which Willy and Fleur sat on. Martine knelt before them and passed them each a bowl of spaghetti and waited for them to eat before she served herself, but only after she had prepared coffee.

As soon as the two had finished their delicious meal, Martine took their dishes and replaced them with a steaming cup of coffee for each girl, and stayed on her knees at Willy's feet. Willy sipped her coffee and chatted with Fleur but her eyes were fixed on the pretty, buxom, Asian girl in front of her. The idea of having a submissive girl waiting on her had been difficult to accept at first. The young girl had no experience in this area beyond the advice the dyke Saskia had given her. But the more she thought about it the more she liked the idea and found it excited her. She thought Martina looked very exotic and beautiful with her brown almond shaped eyes, her thick black hair and her skin the color of old ivory. Kneeling the way she was made her look so obedient and eager to serve. She also admired her full breasts and the hint of dark brown nipples under the thin dress she wore. She thought about how good it had been to make love to the oriental girl and it got her aroused.

Willy looked around her; it was beginning to get dark and their campsite was obscured by trees. She began to unbutton her shorts and said to Martina: "Come here, I want you to eat me out!"

She let her shorts fall around her ankles, and pulled off her panties. And dropped those too. Martine crawled over to where she was sitting and placed herself between the girl's legs.

She paused to scrutinize Willy's pussy. She was unshaved but the dark hair covering her sex was sparse, more like that of a pubescent than an adult. Martina used her hands to part the knees, opening her treasure for access. The oriental girl moved slowly, placing butterfly kisses on Willy's thighs and inhaling her fresh young scent. She placed her hands behind her knees and lifted them over the camp chair's arms. Willy moved forward slightly so as to present herself, wide open from anus to her clitoris, to the oriental girl's expert tongue.

"My God! You are so beautiful and I love you Willy!" Martina whispered as tears began to run down her cheeks. They were tears of happiness and the younger girl recognized them as such and felt honored.

Fleur, who sat in a camp chair less than a meter away watched the scene unfold in front of her. She found herself highly aroused by the sight; she reached under her dress and began to stroke her own hairy pussy.

After Martine had given Willy an orgasm she moved over to Fleur and delivered the same pleasure to her. After dark the air had become cooler and the three retired to their where they slept in each other's arms.

The next morning Willy got up and immediately went to showers to pee and brush her teeth. When she got back to their campsite she found that the coffee had already been made and fresh buttered baguettes had been laid out for her. Both women had fallen to their knees to serve her, Martine the bread and Fleur the coffee. Willy smiled and looked at both of them. They gave her a look of adoration and at that moment an understanding passed between the three. It didn't need to be expressed in words or talked about. Fleur too had decided she wished to serve the strong willed young girl as best she was able.

After breakfast they packed up their tent and camping equipment, got into the van and drove further south. After a couple of days they arrived at Montalivet beach, the most well known nude beach on the coast. The sun was setting over the sea when they got there and the three immediately removed their clothes and walked to the edge of the water to watch the red and orange disk appear to slip into the sea. Martine was the first to kneel at Willy's feet and Fleur quickly followed.

"I love you Willy, will you accept me as your's?" Martine said in a hushed voice.

Before Willy could answer Fleur said: "I love you and I will follow you anywhere you want to go."

Willy put a hand on each woman's head, caressed their hair. Her eyes began to well up with tears and her heart swelled with emotion.

"I love you both. I want to stay together forever." She said.

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