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usually didn't waste ammunition on warning shots.

Beth slid out the magazine, pulled back the slide and caught the bullet that jumped out the chamber. She inserted the magazine and clicked the safety on, before putting the weapon back into her water-proof bag. She really could make the most mundane tasks look sexy.

Since her tour of duty in Israel, Beth is kinda anal about making sure she is armed at all times — because you never know when someone is going try and kill you with a Defy 424 stove, dropped from a rooftop. She might have finished her military service physically unscathed, but mentally… I wonder sometimes.

Even so, I was happy she was armed… this was still South Africa, and criminals ranged from harmless petty thieves, to pathological murdering rapists. You just couldn't be too careful these days, and drug-related orgies of murder and mayhem were common place, with offenders as young as 8. 'Tik' a kind of crystal meth, really has united people in this country, making addicts equally stupid and problematic.

By 2pm, we got to Disa Falls, which is this really pretty waterfall, with a fair-sized rock pool at the bottom that flows into a narrow gorge. We dumped our gear and stripped off our clothing in no time at all. Beth dived in and swam across to large, flat rock beneath the falling water. I followed her. It was mid-summer, so the torrent was quite mild, allowing us to stand on the rock without getting washed away. I stood next to Beth, while she arched her back stretched her arms out. Her large breasts had water cascading off them. Her nipples were harder than granite. I've always been a fan of nice nips, to be honest. I was fascinated with my older brother's girly mags when I was growing up. He bought stuff like Hustler's Barely Legal and Private magazines. He always had some lying around under his bed, and I started taking an interest in them when I was about 13 or so. I'd already been experimenting with rubbing myself off, and the magazines were a natural step in my sexual development, I suppose. Playing merrily alone at that age also stopped me from becoming over-eager with boys, which is why I didn't end up being becoming a teen pregnancy case.

I rinsed off the mud and grime from the long hike, and looked down at my own boobs. My 34B's were not bad at all. My nipples aren't large, but are light pink in color, and really neat. I like neat. And speaking of all things neat and tidy, Beth's pussy was delightfully well-kept. Her bald vagina was crowned by a tiny landing strip of dark pubic hair. Her clitoral hood was slightly prominent, but not huge. I've had guys describe my kitten as “cute” and that's certainly true. Like Beth's, mine was an “innie” — my labia were well hidden when I wasn't fully aroused, and my clit was small, and the same light pearly pink as my nipples.

The water was crisp and cool and we were refreshed and recharged by the cold. Beth suggested we go lie in the shade on an outcropping further down the gorge. It was a 50m swim. “First one there gets a back rub!” I shouted, and dived in. Beth followed moments later. She caught up quickly and grabbed my legs, pulling me backwards. “No rules!” she said, laughing as she overtook me. She twisted to evade me, and swam ahead. I could have overtaken her, since swimming was something I'm pretty good at, but I had my reasons to hold back.

Beth was already lying down on her back by the time I climbed out of the water. I admired her hourglass figure while I stood next her. I took my time wiping off as much water as I could from my body. “Jonathan told me you're good at massage,” said Beth. This was true, and the main reason I gave him good massages, was to teach him how to do it right, and do the same for me. I felt a twinge if hatred for him again, as I imagined him using those skills on some young, dumb, internet-addict chick.

When we still dating, Jonathan and I had a couple of little coke parties with Beth and her boyfriend. We'd spend the night getting high, then pairing off to fuck until daylight, followed by the inevitable come-down. Although there was no weird group sex, we did get quite explicit when discussing our sex lives.

I put the bad thoughts out of my mind and concentrated on the task at hand. “Turn over, I'm going to wash you off quickly,” I told her. I used a couple of handfuls of water to get the little bits of grit and sand from the rock surface, off the soft skin on her back. I started massaging her neck and shoulders, firmly working through the knots I found.

“You've been kinda tense lately?” I asked. “Yeah, exam stress is getting to me, I really needed a break like this,” said Beth. It wasn't only exam stress, it was also the hectic schedule of midweek partying taking its toll. She was dealing with her break-up as best she knew how: going out, buying coke and picking up guys. I'm not saying she was a slut, she was damn choosy about who she took home.

A few minutes later, I was slowly working the muscles from her lower back, my hands moving up her spine, bit by bit. Eventually I got to her shoulder blades, and I stretched my long fingers out, clasping her ribcage at the front. I was just-just touching her boobs. My hands lingered there, until I moved them further apart. My fingers probed around her breasts, right up against her nipples. Without saying a word, she raised herself up on her elbows, high enough to give me full access to her firm, big tits.

I cupped them eagerly, my fingertips teasing and squeezing them into arousal. I adjusted my position, and straddled her right leg, rhythmically moving my hips up and down. My smooth pussy was rubbing against the back of her legs, traveling up to her beautifully rounded ass. I moved my right hand down, towards stomach. She raised herself a little, allowing me to reach lower down. I brushed past her neat landing strip of pubic hair and ran my finger tips along the outside of her pussy. I traced the edges of her labia and moved gently towards her clitoris. She moaned softly as I flicked her clit and ran my fingers down her pussy lips, towards the moistness gathering at her vulva. My fingers got coated in her slickness, and I lubed up her clit, increasing the pressure I and speed of my strokes.

“Put your fingers in me!” she hissed. I needed no further encouragement. I sat upright and used my free hand to massage her pussy, before inserting two fingers. She was tight, and I could feel her pussy muscles squeezing against my fingers. Despite the tightness, I was able to get my fingers in all the way up to the knuckles.

“More, more,” she begged. I put in three digits, my thumb resting between her butt cheeks. She got really wet and her cunt was able to take more, so I shifted my my pinkie in. I then hastily spun her over and kissed her violently, my tongue exploring her mouth. I bunched my fingers together into a wedge-shape, and started probing her marvelously elastic pussy opening. I took my time, moving my fingertips in and out, going deeper with every upward stroke. I kissed her hard on her neck, and she held me tighter, moving her hands to my ass. She was getting more and more worked up, her hips bucking forwards to meet my penetrating fingers. My long, slender fingers steadily made their way into her cunt, and I bent them towards me slightly, deep inside in her pussy. This gave me just enough leeway to get my entire hand inside. I was wrist-deep inside her.

I kept my fist inside her, while rubbing my clit in a frenzy. I came, the waves of pleasure building up, peaking, then slowly ebbing away. I carefully unclenched my hand and slowly moved my fist out of Beth's tightly stretched cunt. I finished her off by working on her clit with my free hand.

I collapsed on top of her, my head resting between her breasts. Our sweat cooled us rapidly in the slight afternoon breeze. Our rapid breathing slowed and I gradually became more aware of our surroundings. I could hear the waterfall, birds singing and chirping, and reeds moving in the current. Amongst all these sounds, was the distinct noise of clattering stones. Small pieces of rock were being dislodged. Which meant there were people, or animals above the gorge. I jerked upright as soon as I realized that it could be the baboons again. And here we were, separated from our backpacks. Beth arrived at the same conclusion as I did. “Shit!” she shouted, as she sprang up and dived in, and swam through the water, to get our vulnerable gear before them.

Baboons are pretty damn sly. I won't call them 'clever', but definitely 'crafty'. They'd waited for us to get nice and distracted, before making their move. By the time we got to the opposite edge of the rock pool, the dominant males were already fiddling with the catches on the rucksacks. They knew there was food inside the bags. Since we carried fully packed kits, the baboons couldn't carry the bags off. They tried in vain to drag the bags along the rocky ground, reluctant to leave so much booty behind.

We stood there, our path blocked by the baboons, and separated from our clothing and supplies. Although we were outnumbered, the baboons were wary, and stayed back. They were looking for a reaction from the leading male.

The giant leader jumped in front of Beth, challenging her. The Norinka.45 was stashed in the top compartment of her bag, safety engaged and no round in the chamber — so even if a baboon managed to find it, there was no chance of an accidental discharge. Still, facing a wild baboon is no joke, especially when they are aggressive. One bite can kill, and there is a good chance of dying from infection, even if a bite or scratch is minor.

I was too shit-scared to move. Although Beth wasn't giving ground, I'm sure she was planning on how to take the fucker down without getting mauled. The younger males and some females started closing in around us, in attempt to make us retreat into the water. One of the baboons figured out how to unzip a long side compartment