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July 08 Camp Natural: Part 4
Camp Natural: Part 4
Cameron continues his relationships.
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"What about after camp is over?" Cameron asked.
"What do you mean after camp is over?" Haley
asked.
"I mean, what is going to happen to us?" Cameron
asked.
"What do you want to happen to us?" Haley asked.
Cameron sighed at her question. "I want us to keep
dating, all three of us if we could continue to make things work outside of
camp. Before we started dating, I was trying to make up my mind on which one of
you I wanted to ask out, but I couldn't choose then. After getting to know both
of you even better and having my crush develop into stronger feelings, I can't
see having to choose one of you, or even worse, have this whole thing just be a
summer fling," Cameron said.
"Cameron, after all that we have done, do you really
think we would just all go our separate ways?"
"But you never talked about it," Cameron said.
"It's because we didn't think there was anything to
talk about. Elena and I figured you knew how much we liked you and each other.
We were willing to try and make the relationship work after camp if you
were," Haley said.
"Oh. What if I didn't want to?" Cameron asked
jokingly. It seemed like his girlfriends were always conspiring behind his
back.
"There was never any doubt in my mind," Haley
said.
"Not even one?" Cameron asked.
Haley laughed and kissed him, "Ok, maybe one."
"What was that?" Cameron asked.
"Nothing, never mind," Haley said.
"Come on, tell me," Cameron said and tickled her.
"Fine, it was that you would want to only keep on
dating Elena after camp was over," Haley said. She said it mostly as a
joke, but when she got quiet, and her smile faltered, he knew that there was
some truth in what she said.
"Why would you think that?" Cameron said.
"Because, why would you want to try and put up with
someone who is so plain like me, when you could be with someone who was so
outgoing and beautiful as Elena," Haley confessed.
"I like Elena a lot, but I also like you too. I had a
crush on you ever since I first saw you waiting in the hotel lobby,"
Cameron said.
"You did?" Haley asked.
"Yeah, I got a glimpse of you sitting there reading,
and I had to force myself to keep from staring at you, but I would sneak
glances. I wondered if you were going to be going to this camp too, but then
the next time I looked up, you were gone, and I felt an odd sense of loss that
made no sense at having a girl I didn't even know disappear out of my life.
When you took a seat next to me on the bus, I was so surprised I couldn't even
talk, remember?"
"Yeah," Haley said, smiling at the memory.
"Haley, if it wasn't for your support, I would have
left on the second day of camp. You are a beautiful girl who I love talking to
and hanging out with. We have spent every day together, and I still want to see
you more. Don't be so focused on comparing yourself to other girls that you end
up selling yourself short."
"Thank you, it is good to hear that sometimes,"
Haley said.
"Then I will make sure to say it more often. You are
beautiful." Haley smiled and kissed Cameron. The kiss continued and
deepened as one moment it went from them being playful with each other to their
suddenly being a strong sexual charge between them. Haley laid down on the
sleeping bag, pulling Cameron down on top of her. Haley bit at His lower lip
and pulled gently at it. Cameron anticipated it correctly when next she started
to slip her tongue into his mouth. Cameron met her tongue with his own, and
their tongues twirled around each other. Gone was the hesitation in their
kisses and touches, they had had weeks to practice and get to know each other
intimately. Haley wrapped her hand around His erection and started to gently
stroke him as they made out. Cameron fondled her tits and played with her stiff
nipples. Haley moaned when Cameron started to roll them between his thumb and
forefinger and pulled on them.
Haley started to jerk him off a little faster. Cameron slid
his hand down her body, still in awe that he could touch such a work of natural
art. Haley let out a sigh as his hand grazed past her waistline and through her
trimmed pubic hair. His fingers brushed against her clit, and she let out the
breath that she had been holding in a loud exhale. Cameron rubbed along her
outer lips, teasing her for a moment, and then he slipped a finger inside of
her tight pussy. Haley moaned, and her grip around his erection faltered. Haley
recovered and started to jerk him off again. They took their time as they
kissed and touched each other, they were not in a hurry to get each other off,
and they were slowly building each other up. Cameron continued to match Haley's
sensual pace, but once his finger was coated fully in her juices, Cameron
slipped in a second finger. A "hmm," escaped Haley's lips, and she
squeezed His shaft.
Cameron sucked onto Haley's lower lip, and then kissed down
Haley's neck, stopping every few kisses to suckle on her sensitive spots.
Cameron kissed down her chest and took one of her nipples into his mouth. Haley
hummed with pleasure again as first Cameron swirled his tongue around her
nipple, and then he sucked hard, taking almost all of her tit into his mouth. Cameron
sucked on her other nipple and then continued kissing down her stomach. Cameron
leaned across Haley's body, so he approached her body from an angle. Haley
parted her legs as Cameron kissed through her pubic hair. She squirmed the
closer Cameron got to her pussy. Cameron had initially planned on passing over
her pussy and kissing down her thighs to tease her, but as he moved, he looked
at her pussy, and it just looked too good, so Cameron changed his plans and
leaned down and licked the top of her pussy. Haley moaned and shivered at the
contact. Cameron loved the scent of Haley and the way her pussy tasted. While
Cameron loved the way Elena's pussy tasted, but Haley's pussy seemed to be
sweeter, almost having a hint of a nectar taste to it.
Cameron licked along her folds and teased her clit for a few
minutes when Haley started to push at him to lay down, so he did; they lay with
their heads on opposite sides. Once Cameron was on his back, Haley straddled
him and started to scoot her body lower. Haley positioned her pussy over His
waiting mouth, and then she lowered her pussy down. Cameron slid his tongue
inside of her. He loved how much more access he had to her pussy with her on
top of him. Cameron felt Haley's hand wrap around the base of his cock, and
then a moment later, the warmth and softness as she wrapped her lips around his
cock head. Haley bobbed her head up and down on his cock, quickly working
nearly the entire length into her mouth. Cameron realized that he had been so
focused on the feeling of Haley blowing him that he realized he wasn't moving
his tongue around as much, and he started to eat her out again.
When Cameron licked her clit, she moaned, the sound
vibrating his cock. As they pleased each other orally, the slow pace that they
had started with suddenly started to accelerate. His cock was throbbing with
how hard he was, and he started to lick even harder as the urge to cum started
to grow. Haley gyrated her hips, so get the most out of His licking. Cameron
was building up to his erection when Haley suddenly got off him. Haley sat up
and repositioned her body so that she was no longer in the sixty-nine position.
She straddled her lower body over his. Cameron let out a moan when Haley pinned
his erection down by pressing her pussy down on top of it. Haley leaned down
and kissed Cameron deeply, cleaning up His face and mouth of her juices. Haley
continued to hump against Cameron, her pussy lips wrapped around the side of
his shaft. Haley broke the kiss and leaned over to His ear, causing her pussy
to slide up and stop just before her pussy reached his cock head. "I love
you," Haley said into his ear. Haley grabbed His cock and pushed up so
that the head of it contacted her outer lips.
Cameron kissed Haley's earlobe and said the only response
that he could ever imagine himself saying back to her, "I love you
too." Haley pressed His erection a little more inside of her lips, and
Cameron raised his hips to push it in further. They both let a moan at the same
time as they shared this new experience. Haley looked down at Cameron and
smiled at him. He smiled back, and she started to lower herself down slowly,
taking in a couple more inches before stopping. Cameron had thought that the
sensations from getting a blow job were amazing, but being inside of Haley felt
like ambrosia, but for his sense of touch. Haley pulled up, and then lowered
her pussy back down again slowly, her tight slick vaginal walls clinging to His
cock as she worked it in and out of her. Cameron tried to gently hump up in
time with her movements, but while they were familiar with each other as
lovers, this was new territory for them, and they had that sense of eager
nervousness again.
As Haley got used to the feeling of Cameron's thick cock
inside of her, she started to ride him faster. Haley braced her hands on His
chest, pulled her pussy back so that just the head of His cock was inside of
her. Haley slowly took Cameron inside of her, having to stop every couple of
inches to get used to the feeling of being stretched out by him. It felt so
good, and she just wanted to hurry up and take him fully inside of her, but
there was some pain mixed with the pleasure, so she had to pace herself. When
Haley finally took him fully inside of her, they moaned together. Haley held
still for a moment, still amazed that she finally was losing her virginity. His
thoughts mirrored hers. Haley looked up at the sky, the constellations were
fully visible on this clear night. Cameron looked up too, looking at them with
Haley just like he had on that first night, only now Haley was above him just
like the constellations. Haley looked down at Cameron and smiled.
Haley pulled up off Cameron's cock again and slammed back
down, taking it all in. Cameron grabbed at Haley's hips as she started to
bounce up and down on His cock. Haley picked up the pace, and Cameron started
to time his thrusts so that he drove his cock as deep inside of her as he
could. Her little tits bounced with each movement. Haley started to ride him
even faster. Cameron wanted to hold back, but Haley's pussy felt too good after
all that they did. "I'm getting close," Cameron said.
"Me too, just a little more," Haley said. Cameron
lasted for a few more thrusts, but it became too much for Cameron.
"I'm about to cum," Cameron said and started to
lift Haley off of him. Haley grabbed at his hands and guided them up at her
tits instead. She then slammed her pussy down one last time and started to
grind her pussy against His pelvis. With a grunt, Cameron started to cum,
shooting his load deep inside of her.
"Your cum feels so good inside of me," Haley said
as she continued to ride him. She pulled up off his cock and slammed down one
last time, and then her orgasm hit. Haley let out the loudest moan Cameron had
ever heard from her as her orgasm rocked her body. She shook a little on top of
him as she moaned. Haley's face was scrunched up with pleasure and was fully
flushed with her arousal. When her orgasm passed, she went limp and fell
forward, Cameron held her up by his grip on her tits.
Haley lay beside Cameron and wrapped her arms around him.
"I love you," she said, her voice already heavily laced with sleep.
"I love you too," Cameron said and kissed her on
the head. They had planned on returning that night, but Cameron didn't have the
energy to walk back to the camp tonight. He pulled the sleeping bag over him
and Haley and held her. Cameron smiled; he couldn't believe what just happened
between them.
As Cameron drifted off to sleep, he started to do the
planning in his head at how early they would have to wake up to make it back to
camp and give Elena a proper goodbye before the bus showed up in the morning to
take them back to the land of the clothes. Cameron drifted off to a well-earned
deep sleep.
Elena and Haley.
Cameron and Haley lay there under the stars, neither saying
a word. They were still stunned by losing their virginity. Cameron felt an
immense sense of pride and comfort as he held Haley. Before meeting these two
sexy girls, he had never felt so comfortable with anyone. Now, after sharing
the experience of being each other's firsts, Cameron felt as though they were
even closer than before.
An unknown amount of time passed before they finally decided
to return to camp. Cameron and Haley were in no rush as they walked hand and
hand back to the camp. They saw the bonfire light through the trees as they
neared the camp. When they stepped out of the trees, they immediately ran into
Elena. She smiled knowingly at them. "About time you guys make it
back," Elena said. She grabbed His hand and pulled them from the edge of
the woods to the bonfire, where the campers were partying.
Elena and Haley dragged Cameron over to where everyone was
dancing. He was usually uncomfortable dancing, but everyone in the camp had
seen him naked for the last month; compared to that, his lack of rhythm didn't
seem as big of an issue anymore. The girls danced with him, grinding against
him and running their hands up and down his body. Cameron let his hands wander,
too, his hands always on one of their asses or feeling up their tits. It didn't
take long for the girls to get him hard. After an hour of them dancing, their
playful touches became increasingly sexual. Cameron looked around at the other
campers and saw that everyone was paired up.
They started to make out on the dancefloor, kissing each
other and sucking on their necks. Cameron leaned down and took one of Elena's
tits in his mouth, sucking hard. Elena moaned and started to stroke his cock.
Haley sucked on His neck, making him moan. Elena grabbed both of their hands
and led them toward her room without saying anything.
They climbed into Elena's bed with her in the middle.
Without saying anything, Cameron and Haley were on the same page. They had
gotten their alone time earlier, and now they wanted to take care of Elena.
They took turns making out with Elena. Haley kissed her way down her neck and
took one of her nipples into her mouth. Elena moaned into her kiss with
Cameron. Cameron broke the kiss and latched onto Elena's other tit. Elena
moaned again as Haley and Cameron sucked on her tits. Elena cradled their
heads, pulling them against her so they would suck harder on her tits.
Cameron looked over at Haley, loving the sight of her as she
sucked on Elena's tits. He loved watching as she pulled on Elena's nipple or the
way she flicked her tongue rapidly against it. His cock twitched as he
remembered how her soft lips felt wrapped around his cock. She caught him
looking and smiled at him before focusing back on sucking on Elena's tit. A
minute later, Haley pulled her mouth off Elena's tit with a loud popping sound
and climbed down between Elena's open legs. Cameron kept sucking on Elena's
tits while Haley started to eat Elena out. When Haley flicked her tongue
against Elena's clit, Elena's whole body quivered in pleasure.
Elena pulled Cameron up from sucking on her tits to kiss him
fiercely. Elena would moan into the kiss when Haley hit an extra sensitive
spot. Cameron was so focused on making out with Elena that he jumped when he
felt Haley grab his cock, and then a few seconds later, he felt her lips
wrapping around his cock, and it was His turn to moan into their kiss.
Haley switched between pleasuring each of them, sometimes
Elena and Cameron watched, and other times they focused on making out. Elena
broke the kiss and looked down as Haley bobbed her head up and down His cock,
effortlessly taking it in. Haley looked up and smiled at them when she realized
that she was being watched.
Elena's passionate kisses became even fiercer as Haley
continued to please Elena. Elena started to squirm and hump against Haley's
face. Elena's orgasm came suddenly, and she moaned loudly, her body quivering
as she clamped her thighs around Haley's head. When her orgasm passed, Elena
pulled Haley up to kiss her. She kissed her face fiercely, licking and sucking
up her juices. Cameron joined the kiss, savoring the taste of Elena's pussy on
Haley's mouth. After cleaning Haley's face, Elena turned to Cameron and said,
"Fuck me." The raw desire in those words spurred Cameron to quickly
sit up and take position between Elena's spread legs.
Haley leaned across Elena's body and took Cameron's cock
back into her mouth, ensuring that he was fully hard before he penetrated
Elena. When Haley stopped blowing him, his entire cock was glistening with her saliva.
She grabbed His cock and guided it to nestle it inside Elena's lips. They
watched as Cameron slowly inched forward, his cock disappearing inside her.
Elena's pussy felt so tight, but she was incredibly wet, so even though her
pussy clutched at his cock as he entered her, he kept going deeper. Elena let
out cute little sighs of pleasure as Cameron slipped inside her. Cameron and
Elena moaned together as he fully penetrated her.
Cameron could feel Elena's pussy clenching around his cock
as they held still. Elena had closed her eyes when she moaned from him
bottoming out inside of her, and when she opened them, her eyes were burning
with desire. She started to rock her hips slightly, and Cameron moved too,
following Elena's lead.
Haley leaned down and started to lick Elena's clit while
Cameron continued to fuck her. Elena's moans got even louder, and she wrapped
her legs around Cameron, pulling him deeper inside her. Cameron grabbed her by
her hips as he fucked her even harder, no longer able to hold back as the
pleasure overwhelmed her. Cameron watched as Elena's tits bounced with every
thrust, and her body contorted in pleasure. Along with humping harder against
him, he could feel Elena's pussy squeezing his cock. "I'm about to
cum," Cameron groaned as the pleasure became too much.
"Cum inside of me," Elena cried out and started to
gyrate her hips as she also humped up against him, causing his cock to press
against the walls of her pussy. Cameron thrust into her a few more times, then
he started to cum inside her. "Yes!" Elena moaned as she felt the
warmth spread inside her as Cameron came. Haley lapped at Elena's clit even
harder, and Elena's moans crescendoed as her body started to shake from the
force of her orgasm. Cameron and Elena locked eyes as they both rode the highs
of their orgasm. Elena looked like she was trying to say something, but she
closed her eyes and moaned as Haley kept eating her out.
When Cameron pulled out of Elena, Haley started to suck on
it, savoring the taste of His cum and Elena's pussy. Cameron watched as Haley
licked and sucked his cock clean for a minute before she started to eat out
Elena's cream pie.
Cameron lay on the side of Elena, and she kissed him
sweetly, occasionally moaning as Haley continued to clean out all the cum from
her pussy. Cameron loved how passionate Elena was in the throes of lovemaking
and how sweet and cuddly she was in her post-orgasmic stupor. Eventually, Haley
lay on the other side of Elena, and the two of them kissed each other deeply.
Cameron joined the kiss, and the three lay there sweetly kissing for a while as
Cameron and Elena recovered from their orgasms.
Slowly their kisses and caresses became increasingly sexual
as their hands lingered in sensitive spot
1 hr
July 07 Camp Natural: Part 3
Camp Natural: Part 3
Elena at Sunset.
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Cameron went to Elena's cabin as the sun was setting. He
still felt conflicted about his two possible relationships, but at the same
time, he told himself he should be happy to have this problem. He did briefly
think about trying to get with both girls at the same time, but he knew how
dumb that would be to try. He knocked on the door and repeated the mantra that
had been playing on repeat the entire walk from his cabin to Her. Give
it another day or so, get to know both of them a little better, make a choice,
and try to keep them all friends after. When broken down into steps
like this, it made Cameron feel a bit better about his situation. All I am
going to have to do is pick one of them, He thought.
The door opened, and Elena and Haley stood in the doorway.
Cameron's jaw dropped, Elena and Haley both looked amazing with their hair done
and makeup. He always thought of Haley as cute and beautiful, but now with how
she looked, the words hot and sexy popped into his head. Haley never wore much
makeup before this, around Cameron; so he wasn't expecting this. Elena looked
even more sexy than usual. He was worried; he already had a hard enough time
before when being around her.
"So, what do you think?" Haley asked. Cameron
fumbled for words.
"I think that means he likes your makeover," Elena
said,
Cameron told himself to hurry up and say something.
"You look great," he said to Haley. A smile lit up Haley's face. He
turned to Elena. "Both of you look beautiful." Elena smiled at his
compliment. He felt a thrill at making both of them smile.
Haley hugged Cameron. He felt that same sexual thrill and
comfort when he was pressed against her. He wished that he could ask Haley for
more hugs to help calm him down more. Elena handed Cameron the rolled blankets
to carry while she carried the small basket of snacks for the movie. They
walked down the path towards the large grass clearing that was used for outdoor
gatherings. There was a big tarp set up at the end of the clearing. There were
about twenty minutes until the movie started. They found a spot to sit in the
back of the clearing. They set up their area and sat down to wait.
Cameron sat down, and the girls sat down on either
side of him. Being stuck in the middle of them as they talked, and Elena teased
both of them felt normal to Cameron, and he found his stress melting away
again. Seeing how close the three of them had become, He started to lose his
fear that if he started dating one of them, it would cause a rift in their
friendship if he was honest and upfront about his feelings.
Cameron didn't think it was the best time to say this, but
he didn't think that there would ever be a perfect time for saying something
like this. He scooted back a little so he could see both of them better.
"Hey guys," He said to them to get their attention. Both girls turned
to look at Cameron.
"I don't know the best way to say this, so I'm just
going to try my best. I like both of you, I enjoy the time we spend together. I
know we haven't known each other for a long time, but I am more comfortable
with you two than with anyone back home. The last thing I would want to do is
something that would hurt you and break up our friendship," He said.
"We know that," Haley said and reassuringly held onto
His hand.
"While I think I did do exactly that. Elena, last night
Haley and I had our first kiss, and Haley, this morning, Elena and I ended up
in the shower together, and some things happened between us. I really like both
of you, but I feel terrible about doing something with both of you. It isn't
fair if I'm intimate one moment with one of you, and then, later, I'm with the
other one," Cameron said.
"None of us are dating," Elena said.
"I know, but what if I want to date one of you if you
would date me? I don't want to be in the habit of doing things behind your back
if I am trying to work up to being in a relationship," Cameron said.
"Who would you want to go out with?" Haley asked.
"I like both of you a lot, so I honestly don't know
right now, I was going to give myself a couple of days to think about it, but I
didn't want to keep on trying to keep this secret inside of me, it was tearing
me apart," He said.
"We knew about it," Haley said.
"Know about what?" He asked.
"The kiss," Elena said.
"About what happened in the shower," Haley said.
"Oh," He said.
"You know how close Haley and I are. We talk, and
sometimes we talk about you, and we already talked to each other about
it," Elena said.
Cameron's mind snagged on that point for a moment, they talk
about him? "So, you aren't mad?" He asked.
"I was at first," Haley said, "but I had to
remember that we are not dating, and we never talked about being exclusive.
While I was a bit jealous, I can see how you could have fallen to Her charms,
she is hard to resist." A smile passed between them. "Better her than
with some random girl from the camp."
"Can you give us a few minutes alone so that we can
talk?" Elena asked Cameron.
"Sure," Cameron said and got up. He realized that
he had to use the restroom, so he walked deep into the woods to take a piss. He
didn't need to go as deep into the woods as he did, but he liked the extra bit
of privacy and needed the extra time to think. Him confessing had gone a lot
better than he had expected, He thought that he would have been pelted with
hits or at the very least some harsh words from one or both of them. They had
both known about Cameron having an intimate moment with the other girl, yet
they had been trying to cheer him up all day.
Cameron felt a bit selfish that he had been wallowing
in his guilt and self-pity and that he had let that get in the way of him
having a good day with his friends. Haley was the one that He was the most
worried about hurting. While she seemed confident in her nudist lifestyle, she
seemed vulnerable when it came to dating. Elena seemed strong all around, but
sometimes He wondered if that was just an act.
Cameron made it back as the sun was dipping below the tree
line. The girls were sitting close together and were still talking. When they saw
Cameron walking up, they scooted apart from one another and patted for him to
sit in between them. He sat down and waited for them to say something, but
neither girl did. He worried for a moment if they had gotten him to sit in
between them just so it would be easier for them to attack him for getting
involved with both of them.
"So?" Cameron asked.
"So, what?" Elena asked with a smile.
He sighed. "So, what did you two talk about?" He
asked.
"Shush, the movie is starting," Haley said as the
digital projector kicked on. Cameron was going to say more, but then Haley
snuggled up on one side of him and Elena on the other. He was overwhelmed with
having their smooth, warm bodies pressed against him, and he decided to wait to
ask them until after the movie. This was a good sign; it wasn't like they would
snuggle up to him now, and then castrate him later. Hopefully.
The first movie was an old summer blockbuster full of
explosions. Cameron hadn't seen the movie since it came out in his childhood.
He had enjoyed seeing it as a child, and while some of the lines were a little
cheesy, he was glad that, for the most part, the movie was still entertaining
watching it again as an adult. Having two beautiful naked girls pressed against
him only further enhanced his viewing experience.
That night was unexpectedly chilly, and the wind moving
across the water made it even colder. Cameron was glad that they had brought an
extra blanket in case it got cold or that they needed a little extra
cushioning. As the cool wind blew across them, the girls pressed even tighter
together. From the moment they first lay together under the blanket, He got an
erection. He had it the entire time that they were watching the movie. The more
the girls pressed against him, the harder he got. To Cameron, his erection
making a tent in the blanket was blatantly obvious, but neither one of the
girls responded to it. He was slightly embarrassed by it, but he had been
turned on so much around them without them making a big deal about it that he
was starting to not worry about them getting upset at him for it.
After twenty minutes of his cock straining, Cameron wished
that he could sneak away and take care of it so that he could get some peace
from his horniness, if only for a few hours. He felt a hand rest gently on his
lower thigh, and he jumped. He knew it was Elena, but when he looked over at
her, she was focused on the movie and was doing her best to look innocent.
Elena left her hand there for a few minutes, so He thought that maybe the touch
was innocent, but as He started to calm down from Her touch, she began to rub
his thigh.
Cameron let out a sigh at her touch. It still wasn't
in a sexual place, but her touch felt so good in itself. Elena started to
slowly inch her hand up, sometimes not moving for minutes, and other times just
slightly sliding up. He tried to focus on the movie, but the closer that Elena
got to his erection, the more he was distracted. Elena was just a few inches
away from touching his cock when she stopped. One minute became five minutes,
and five minutes became ten. He couldn't stand the teasing anymore, all he
wanted was to feel Her touch there. She was so close to it, so why did she
stop? He was getting so sexually frustrated that he thought about jerking off
right there in between them, but he hadn't done anything that sexual with Haley
yet, and he wasn't sure if she would be comfortable with it.
There was a sex scene that Cameron had forgotten about. Once
it came on, He could feel his erection pressing up against the blanket even
more. Cameron had gotten used to being naked most of the time, so the feeling
of the blanket against his erection made him extra uncomfortable. During the
sex scene, Elena finally slid her hand up and brushed her fingertips against
his balls. He jumped again and let out an exhale of breath. He looked over at
Haley to see if she knew what was going on, but she seemed focused on the
movie.
Elena started to massage Cameron's balls, causing His whole
body to get warm and tingle with pleasure. He had mostly ignored his balls when
he masturbated, so he had no idea that someone could give him so much pleasure
by touching him there. The sex scene was a little cheesy, but there was just
something about nudity in older movies that He always liked more than in current
ones. Elena inched her hand upward and gently caressed her fingers up His
shaft. When Elena made it to the tip of His erection, she started to gently rub
his head, working in the precum that had gathered at the tip. Elena started to
slowly jerk Cameron off, not enough to get him off, just to keep him hard and
wanting more. The sex scene was brief, but Elena kept on jerking him off after
it was done.
Cameron could tell that Elena was holding back, but her
touch still felt amazing. He started to get nervous. Haley was lying against
him with her hand on his chest. He wondered if she knew what was going on. When
he looked down at her, she was still focused on the movie. After ten minutes of
a slow handjob, Elena let go of His erection. He thought for a moment that
Elena was done jerking him off and was going to leave him wanting more. That
would be like her, but a moment later, he felt Elena's hand beside Haley's on
his chest. Elena wrapped her hand around Haley's. He thought that it was sweet
that they were holding hands, but then Elena started to guide Haley's hand
down.
Cameron's breath caught in anticipation as he realized
what Elena was doing. When their hands brushed through his pubic hair, He let
out a sigh. Haley's hand finally reached His erection. Haley started to gently
touch along His cock and balls as she explored a real life penis for the first
time. Her touches were less confident then Elena's, but He got a thrill out of
his being the first cock that she was getting to practice with. After a few
minutes of letting Haley explore His cock, Elena wrapped her hand around
Haley's again and positioned her hand at the tip of His cock. Elena guided
Haley's hand up and down, getting her used to jerking him off. He couldn't
believe that he was getting a handjob by two girls at once.
Elena guided Haley's hand for a couple of minutes until
Haley finally got the rhythm of it; Elena then slid her hand down Cameron's
shaft and started to play with his balls again. After all of the teasing and
being hard for about the last hour, He was ready for a release, but he was
nervous at what they were doing. When he looked around at a few of the other
couples around him, he noticed they were all either suspiciously close to one
another under the blankets, or that they were full-on making out.
Cameron was getting close to cumming when Elena started to
kiss along his neck. This pushed Cameron even closer to the edge. Haley
followed Elena's lead and started to kiss her way up his neck as well. Haley
made it up to His lips first and kissed him. He was brought back to their kiss
under the stars the night before. It felt right to be kissing her. They were
both still a little awkward in their kissing, but they made up for it with
eagerness. Elena kissed her way along His jawline and then pulled him towards
her for a kiss. Haley went back to kissing His neck as Elena took control of
their kiss quickly and turned it into a sensual open-mouthed kiss. Elena and
Haley switched so that Haley started to play with his balls, and Elena jerked
him off. With Elena's skilled hand, He knew that he wouldn't be able to last
much longer.
Cameron was on the verge of cumming, and it got harder for
him to focus on trying to meet Elena's lips. Haley pulled Cameron back towards
her and started to kiss him again. Elena sucked on His neck and then began to
nibble on his earlobe. "I want you to cum for us, cum all over our
hands." Elena's sensual voice and the warmth of her breath was too much
for Cameron, and then she added, "Your cock is so big and hard, I can't
wait to have it inside of me." The thought of being inside of Elena's
tight pussy was too much for Cameron, and he started to cum. The girls
continued to jerk him off and play with his balls as he shot his load up onto
the blanket. Some of his cum fell back down onto their hands and lubed them up
so that their hands slid up and down His faltering erection. It felt too good
as He became extra sensitive after having his orgasm. Elena slowly stopped
jerking Cameron off as his body stopped being so tensed up and he loosely laid
back down onto the blanket. Elena had some napkins that they used to clean up
Cameron and their hands. Afterward, they lay back down and pressed their bodies
against Cameron. The three of them went back to watching the movie as if
nothing had happened.
They watched the rest of the movie cuddled up against the
cold night's air, Cameron still in shock over what just happened, Haley
surprised with herself for doing such a thing, and Elena proud that she had
seduced Cameron further and had gotten Haley in on it this time. There was a
ten-minute intermission between movies. The girls walked off to the restroom
together and left Cameron to guard their spot. He couldn't take his eyes off
them as they walked away. He laced his hands behind his head and looked up at
the stars as he waited for them. He felt fully content at the moment. His
worries from the day fading away.
Elena and Haley made it back just as the next movie was
starting. Cameron lifted his arms, and they nestled up against him again. The
second movie of the night was a horror movie that came out last year. He
usually didn't watch scary movies, so he hoped that he wouldn't jump too much
from it and be embarrassed in front of the girls. The movie ended up being just
as scary as all those reviews had said it would be. He had expected Haley to be
the one who got the most scared, but to His surprise, it was Elena. As the
music would build up to a scary moment, Elena would cling tightly to Cameron,
digging her nails into his hand, and then when the scare would happen, she
would jump, squeeze tightly, and bury her head into His shoulder so that she
didn't have to watch. He thought it was adorable that someone so fierce and
confident could be affected so strongly by a horror movie. He was scared too,
but he was able to better control his fear since he had two beautiful naked
girls pressed against him to distract him.
The movie ended close to midnight. The projector turned off,
and the only lights around were the weak ones coming from the nearby camp
buildings. They packed up their stuff and started walking back down the path
towards their cabins. Cameron asked them what they thought of the scary movie.
Haley said she liked it, but it could have been scarier. Elena agreed with
Haley and tried to say how boring the movie was when a branch snapped nearby.
Elena cried out and clung back onto His arm. He and Haley teased Elena, who
wouldn't let go of His arm for the rest of the walk. He made a mental note to
try and show Elena more scary movies. Haley must have been jealous she wasn't
getting attention because she took His free hand into her own, so they walked
the rest of the way like that.
They reached Elena's cabin first, and Haley and Cameron
started to say their goodbyes so that they could continue walking.
"Wait," Elena said. "Would you like to spend
the night?"
"You only want Haley to spend the night because you are
still scared," Cameron said.
"Maybe, but I wasn't just talking to Haley," Elena
said and smiled at him.
Cameron lost the smug smile he had from making fun of Elena.
After they jerked him off under the blanket, things had seemed to go back to
normal between the three of them as they watched the scary movie and talked
like usual on their way back from the clearing.
Elena could be asking them to spend the night as friends,
but after what was happening between the three of them, the potential sexual
implications of Elena inviting both of them to spend the night were not lost on
Cameron.
Haley seemed to be having similar thoughts as Cameron, but
she said that she would like to spend the night.
"Yeah, me too," Cameron said. He wasn't about to
say no to this opportunity.
"Great," Elena said and grabbed both of their
hands and lead them up the porch stairs. She put a finger to her lips to tell
them to be quiet as she snuck them into her room. Cameron had never been in
Elena's room before, and he was surprised at how much bigger it was compared to
his. Cameron guessed that a bigger room was one of the perks of being a camp
counselor. Elena had Cameron put the blankets into a hamper she had in the
corner. Elena pulled her iPhone out and turned on a mini boombox on her dresser
and started playing some modern R and B. Elena turned down the music and dimmed
her bedside lamp so that it wasn't too bright. Haley had already sat down on
the bed while Cameron was still standing close to the doorway. Elena jumped
onto the bed. She patted the space that she had left between her and Haley.
Cameron sat down, but there wasn't much room, and his legs were pressed against
Elena's and Haley's.
"So, Haley and I were glad that you talked to us about
how you were feeling and how you didn't want to be leading us both on. We
appreciate you respecting us enough to be honest with us. We both like you too,
obviously,"
58 min
July 06 Camp Natural: Part 2
Camp Natural: Part 2
Cameron s Camp Routine.
Based on a post by storyteller19, in 5 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Six more people showed up for the nature hike. The first of
the six to join them was a girl and a guy who seemed to be a couple because
they were all over each other, kissing and lightly running their hands across
each other's bodies. The guy made no effort to hide the result from all of that
petting and kissing. What they were doing wasn't overtly sexual, but the fact
that they were naked meant that every touch was direct to the body.
"I will be right back," Elena said and got up to
go and greet them. Cameron wanted to stare at her ass as she walked away, but
he was present enough to remember that Haley was sitting right next to him.
Haley seemed uncharacteristically quiet. "You really do
look great," Cameron said, saying the first thing that came to mind to try
and break the silence.
"Thank you. It was a little bit weird getting ready for
the day knowing that I was going to just walk right out the door naked,"
Haley said.
"Same. When I got dried off and did my morning routine
minus putting on clothes and started to walk out the door my brain seemed to be
screaming at me, 'what are you doing, go back and put on clothes, you don't
want to be arrested!'" He said.
Haley laughed. "It does take some rewiring to be able
to walk outside naked."
"So, what do you want to do when we are done with the
hike?" He asked.
"I'm not sure, we can look at the list together when we
get back," Haley said. After that, she seemed to be her old self again and
was just as warm to Him. A pair of girls walked up, and Elena went and started
talking to them. The moment she left the couple, they went right back at it, almost
as if they were making up for lost time. As Elena was talking to the girls, two
athletic-looking guys showed up and started talking with them. Cameron didn't
want to be judgmental, but they looked like the type who would try and bully
him back home. The sound of their boisterous voices and laughing only seemed to
reaffirm His initial impression of them. He knew that part of his animosity
towards them was because he saw them as competition to being with Haley. He
still didn't know why Haley was spending so much time with him. She was such a
beautiful, nice, and cool girl that she could probably get with any guy she
wanted. He had to shake off those thoughts the best he could. He couldn't go
getting possessive of a girl that he had just met a day ago.
It was time to go, and no one else seemed to be showing up,
so Elena motioned for Haley and Him to join the group. "Ok, we are going
to get going now. The hike is going to take about an hour each way. It is one
of the easier trails and is well maintained, but I see that you are all wearing
shoes, which is a good idea. Being naked is all good and fine until you end up
with a thorn embedded in your foot. Did everyone put on sunscreen
already?" Haley was the only one who raised her hand. Elena opened her knapsack
and pulled out four small camp bottles of spray-on sunscreen, and gave them to
each pair. "You are going to be spending a lot of time out in the sun, so
unless you want sunburns where the sun normally doesn't shine, make sure you
are wearing sunscreen."
The couple started to apply sunscreen to one another,
rubbing it in a lot more than was necessary. The two guys stood far apart as
they handed the can back and forth to each other. The two girls who had walked
up helped each other apply it to their backs. They seemed comfortable with each
other and were tickling one another as they did it. The two jock guys couldn't
take their eyes off the two girls. Cameron judged them for it but then realized
that he was doing the same thing, so he respectfully looked away. He finished
up applying the sunscreen when Haley reached for the can. "I can get your
back for you," Haley said.
"Ok," Cameron said and handed over the bottle.
Haley sprayed it onto his shoulder blades and started to work it into his skin.
Her touch felt terrific, along with the thrill of both of them being naked and
her touching him. Her touch also did wonders to ease the kinks in his back from
both the stress and yesterday's hike. He only wished he could ask her to do his
legs too.
Cameron had his eyes closed, and Haley was finishing up on
his back when he heard Elena ask Haley if anyone had gotten her back yet. Haley
said no, and Elena took the can from her. He stepped back and saw Elena spray
Haley's back and start to work the sunblock in. Haley closed her eyes as Elena
worked in the sunscreen from her shoulders down to her lower back. He heard her
let out a little gasp and bite her lip. His erection strained at the sight of
the two girls together. They were both beautiful. He imagined what it would be
like to be with both of them, to have in bed at the same time Haley's pale
petite body, and Elena's darker and more curvaceous one.
Cameron had always had threesome fantasies, but to him those
had always been an extra level of fantasy than just being with one girl because
he had always thought the odds of one girl wanting to be with him were slim.
The thought of two girls being with him at the same time was extra fantastical.
"All done," Elena said and walked away from Haley.
Haley stood there for a few seconds with her eyes closed. Cameron wanted to ask
her if she was ok, but he didn't want to intrude on whatever moment she was
having. When she opened her eyes, He saw a look in them that he hadn't seen
before. "Let's get going," Elena called out and started to walk down
the path.
As they walked, Elena told them about the various plants
they passed, what kind of animals could be seen out here, and some more about
the camp's history. Cameron and Haley were walking directly behind Elena, with
the two girls and two guys in the middle, and the couple who seemed unable to
detach from one another bringing up the rear. He hung on every word that Elena
said. He loved hearing her talk and how knowledgeable she was. He loved to see
her walk too, the way her toned legs flexed, and how her ample ass bounced with
each step. He did his best to make sure that Haley didn't catch him checking
Elena out. He wondered if she would care if she did notice him. They barely
knew each other, so it wasn't like they were dating. He remembered how quiet
she had been earlier when she had first walked up to him, and Elena talking and
decided it would be best to be cautious.
The couple in the back was in their own world, and once the
two guys noticed that Elena was cold to their advances, they had started to try
and flirt with the pair of girls, so Elena seemed to be only talking to Haley
and Him. Haley would ask Elena questions occasionally about the animals and
woods, and Elena would answer her. They started to get into discussions about different
wildlife, and He felt a little left out, the more advanced their conversations
got. Still, it was nice seeing the two of them talk so animatedly about
something that they cared about.
It seemed that Haley must have picked one of the most
challenging hiking trails yesterday because this trail was wide and only had a
slight incline to it. Cameron's legs started to protest when they were about
halfway done, but by this point, he was beginning to get used to the pain, and
if he didn't overdo it, he would be able to ignore it. He jinxed himself
because the last half of the trail started to slope downward. Each step jarred
his knees, and He cursed himself for being so out of shape. His metabolism had
always kept him slim, but maybe he should try and pick up a weight now and
then. He had seen that his college of choice had a state-of-the-art gym that
was open to all students. At the time, he had thought he would never use it,
but now he promised he would take advantage of it.
Elena turned them from the main path to a side one. The
trail started to get smaller as the trees and overgrowth cluttered onto it,
giving them shade but also obscuring their view. Cameron was beginning to feel
claustrophobic as they continued to press in around him. From down in the direction
of the path, He started to hear flowing water. The sound grew louder with each
step. They had to crouch as the tree's branches grew over the path. They came
to a point where the trail was completely covered up with overhanging branches.
Elena led the way and went first and then held a branch up for Haley to follow.
Haley went under and then held it up for Him.
He stayed back to keep the branch to the side so that
the others could pass under more easily. The others thanked him as they moved
under. He had to pass under a few more branches to catch up. He ducked under
one final one, and then suddenly, he found himself in the middle of a wide-open
clearing with a swimming hole in the middle. To his right, the swimming hole
was fed by a small waterfall that cascaded into the pool of water. Some of it
escaped down into a narrow stream, but more water entered then what left. Since
the water was continually flowing, it was nearly crystal clear.
Cameron took his place next to Haley as they all admired the
beauty of this hidden place.
"The water is fed by the melting runoff from the
mountains to the north that takes months to fully melt, so this pool is
constantly being filled year-round. I hope you all brought your bathing
suits," Elena joked.
They broke into the same groups that they had been walking
in. Each group found their own side of the pool. The pool was around the size
of a swimming pool, so they had enough room for each group to mostly be on its
own. The pair of guys climbed up onto the edge where the waterfall was, which
was about 15 feet up, and then they jumped. When they emerged, they were
sputtering and cursing about how cold the water was. Everyone laughed.
"I told you guys that the water is snowmelt from the
mountains, of course, it is cold," Elena said. While the guys swam in the
pool, the pair of girls decided to suntan on the lush grass. The girl from the
couple went to dip her toe into the water, and she squealed at how cold it was,
her boyfriend saw his opportunity and went to push her in. She sensed what he
was about to do a second before it happened. She didn't have enough time to
avoid the shove, but she was able to grab onto her boyfriend and drag him in
with her. The two emerged from the water and cried out about how cold the water
was.
Haley saw Him watching what had just happened, and then how
he looked at her. "Don't even think about it," she said.
Elena held out her hands for Haley and Cameron, "Lets
jump in together?" They each took one of Elena's hands. "On three, we
go," Elena said. They stood five feet away from the pool and counted. On
three, they ran forward and jumped into the pool. Cameron had closed his eyes
right before they hit the water, but the cold of it shocked them back open.
Elena and Haley sunk into the water beside him, bubbles floating up with their
bodies as the stretched upward and started to swim to the surface. He wished
that the icy water was cold enough to freeze time itself so that he could
continue to take in the images of their nude bodies swimming up, and the
sunlight shining down through the water on top of them. He would have never
been able to experience anything as surreal as this moment if he had stayed
home, or if he had left earlier.
Haley and Elena made it up to the surface ahead of Him. He
admired their legs kicking back and forth and the brief flashes of their
pussies or asses as they turned in the water, and then he shot up to the
surface too, exclaiming just like all the others about how cold the water was.
Once Cameron started to get used to the chilly water, he
found that it was doing wonders to soothe the aching in his muscles. At first,
everyone stayed in their little groups. He had fun splashing around and horse
playing with Elena and Haley. They got into water fights and took turns shoving
each other under the water. At first, He felt awkward touching them, but he
started to relax the more they grabbed at him. Haley and Elena ended up making
a secret alliance and worked together to dunk Him as often as possible. He
protested faintly as the two girls wrestled with him, their soft tits and stiff
nipples pressing against him.
Cameron was glad for how cold the water was, for a while his
mind was still thinking sexual thoughts, the chill of the water stifled the
growth of his erection, but there was a couple of times where he found himself
getting hard, and it would press against the girls, so he had to break away
from them to cool down. Of course, they didn't let him retreat and seemed to
jump on him even more.
After about thirty minutes, the two girls that were
sunbathing hopped into the water, and Elena managed to get everyone together to
play some pool games. Cameron ended up being it first in a game of Marco Polo.
Even though he promised not to peak, Elena still insisted on tying her camp
counselor scarf over his face to blindfold him. He couldn't remember the last
time that he played this game. He did his best to tag someone, but every time
he felt like he was closing in on someone, they would manage to get away from
him. He did his best to listen around him for splashing, but the constant
dripping from the waterfall made it difficult at first, but the longer he was
blindfolded, the better he was able to tune out the sound of the waterfall and
listen around him for the splashes.
Cameron kept on coming up just a little short every time he
went after someone. Ready to finally be free of being it, the next time He
heard a splash in the water, He swam furiously and reached out. Knowing that
some of them kept on ducking under the water and kicking off the sides to get
past him, He reached down under the water and finally touch someone. He was
ecstatic that he caught someone, but as they swam past him, he realized that he
had fully groped someone. He was mortified.
Cameron heard someone break onto the surface of the water,
and then Elena said, "Well, looks like you finally got me." Her voice
didn't sound upset at all. He heard hear swim up to him, and then she started
to untie his blindfold. When He could finally see again, he saw just how close
Elena was to him, a whole lot closer than what was needed to untie it. Elena
smiled at him and then turned around. She looked over her shoulder at him.
"Can you blindfold me?" Elena asked.
Cameron took the blindfold from Elena and started to tie it
around her eyes. Elena drifted back against him, pressing her ass against his
*semi-erection. He fumbled with tying the knot. Elena pressed harder against
him.
"Having trouble?" she asked in a husky voice.
Cameron finished tying the knot, and then they resumed playing the game. They
played Marco Polo for a bit and then switched over to sharks in the water,
allowing Him to get a good look at the different girl's asses as they stood at
the edge of the water facing away. He couldn't remember the last time he had
this much fun doing something as simple yet pleasurable as playing pool games
with others.
After an hour of swimming, they all lay in the grass to dry.
The warmth of the sun after the cold of the water relaxed Cameron, and nearly
caused him to doze off as he lay with Elena and Haley, talking about their
lives back in the world with clothing and what they planned on doing after
summer ended. He found himself talking more and more, becoming almost as
comfortable with Elena as he was with Haley. On the walk back to camp, everyone
seemed closer, talking to each other and joking about how the games had gone in
the pool. He felt bad for being so judgmental about the two jocks. The more
time he spent near them, he realized that yeah, they were a bit loud, but they
were not that bad. They made it back to camp a little after two pm. Elena asked
if Haley and He wanted to go and get lunch with her in the mess hall. Haley
answered yes for both of them.
Lunch was burgers, hot dogs, and fries, and it was
delicious. After all of the swimming and hiking, Cameron was famished, and he
heaped his plate full of food twice. When Haley gave him a look at his second
helping He shrugged. "What? I'm hungry," he said. As He ate, the
girls mostly talked to one another, occasionally whispering. Sometimes He would
catch one or both of them staring, and then they would quickly avert their
eyes. Under their gaze, He felt even more exposed than when he first walked out
of his cabin in the nude.
As Cameron ate, he realized how comfortable he was becoming
with being naked in front of others like this. He hadn't even had any anxiety
when he had gone to get his second plate of food. Normally in class, it would
have taken him minutes to work up the courage to walk across the room to
sharpen his pencil or throw away some trash, yet here he was able to walk
across a full mess hall while being naked without half of the anxiety. He
hadn't expected to get into the nudist lifestyle, he had just been curious, but
now he could see the appeal to it.
Cameron was glad that the first thing they did after their
hike and all that swimming with Elena was to attend a bracelet making class. He
wasn't super interested in making bracelets, but he was just happy to be doing
something that let him sit down for once. The camp counselor showed the group
several different ways to make the knots and how to weave the string, making it
look straightforward, but once they picked out their colored strings and
started to try it out, He had trouble even getting it started. Haley scooted
closer to him and showed him how to do it, her fingers moving deftly. After a
couple more poor starts that lead to the whole thing coming unraveled, He was
finally able to get his bracelet started. If he could get over the frustration
of his hands not being able to do the movements correctly, he could see the
appeal in doing crafts like this. It did allow him to calm his mind as he
focused on the threads. Haley finished her bracelet in almost half the time
that it took Him to get his done. Cameron compared his bracelet to Haley's.
Hers was perfectly made, while he had numerous irregular patches where he
hadn't tightened the string down correctly.
"Let's trade," Haley said.
"What, why?" Cameron asked.
"I think it would be kind of nice, you know if we made
them for each other. Plus, I tried to warn you that you weren't making your
bracelet big enough. I doubt it could fit on your wrist," Haley said. To
prove her wrong, He tied it around his wrist. It was painful and dug into his
skin.
"I was able to get it to fit," Cameron said and
held his wrist in front of her face.
"Are you really going to risk losing circulation to
your hand and having your hand amputated just to prove me wrong?"
"Maybe," Cameron said, but even though he had just
put the bracelet on a few seconds ago, he could already feel his fingers
tingling. With Haley's help, he was able to remove his bracelet. Haley tied
hers around his wrist. It was a perfect fit, and He tied his around her wrist.
He doubted that the bracelet would survive until the end of camp.
Camp Routine.
Over the next week, Cameron fell into a nice routine at Camp
Natural with Haley and Elena. From the moment they woke up, they would get
ready, go to breakfast, and then do different camp activities together. They
did numerous activities that Elena oversaw and hung out with her during meals
and her downtime. Every day He became increasingly comfortable with being nude
and being around the two girls. He knew that he was crushing hard on Haley;
every day he spent with her, he found himself liking her more and more, but he
was feeling conflicted.
Cameron found himself being increasingly drawn to Elena too.
He loved her fiery attitude and how confident she was. She seemed to be
flirting with Him increasingly,
1 hr 4 min
July 05 Camp Natural: Part 1
Camp Natural: Part 1
Cameron learns the nudist life, with help from two girls.
Based on a post by storyteller19, in 5 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Middle Class and Camp-deprived.
Growing up, Cameron had always wanted to spend the summer at
camp, but his parents could never afford it. He had worked a full-time job
during his junior and senior years of high school to help his parents out with
the bills. Any money that he didn't give to help his parents went towards his
college savings. He had gotten nearly a full-ride scholarship thanks to his
excellent grades and still finding some time for a few extracurricular
activities. Now that he had some extra money, He decided he would finally
indulge in his boyhood dream of going off to camp before he had to go out on
his own into the world.
Cameron spent nearly a month deciding between several different
camps that he wanted to attend. The deadline was approaching for camp
registration as the school year wrapped up. He had found a website that linked
multiple camp registrations all in one place, so that all he had to do was fill
out the info form once, and then it would send it out to any of the camps that
he had an interest in. It made comparing the price points and the different
things available from each camp easier. There was even a questionnaire where it
matched you up with camps that you might be interested in based on your
answers.
A couple of days later, Cameron was working on his computer
when he got an email about a new possible match. He opened the email, and the
first part of it was an email from someone who was the head of camper affairs
at Camp Natural. He was reluctant to open the email, but it had been sent by
someone who had an official college email from the school in the Mideast U.S.
that he was going to be attending next Fall. The body of the email read:
"Hello Cameron. We are an exclusive camp, and we just
had a place open up for the upcoming session and were wondering if you are
interested in attending. We are affiliated with Northwestern University, who
contacted us about you. We offer college credits to returning campers who become
camp counselors, so if you were to attend our camp this year and find it to
your liking, then you could return the following summer as a camp counselor.
Attached, you will find more information about what we offer at camp and what
you can expect once you attend. If you have any questions after you read
through the information, feel free to contact me about anything you would like
to know.
Attached were a couple of digital broushures about the camp.
Cameron was still a little wary about clicking on the file, so he opened the
university's class catalog and entered in the class code that had been
mentioned in the email. There was a match, and when He opened it up, it
confirmed there was a summer working internship at Camp Natural. Now that he
was a little more confident that this wasn't some scam meant to infect
computers with viruses, He opened the first boushure file and was shocked. It
looked just like all the other camp brochures, showing the grounds of the camp
and listing all their events. The only difference was, where the other
brochures featured fully clothed campers; this one showed the campers doing
activities such as archery and canoeing all in the nude. Everyone shown in the
pictures were eighteen or slightly older college-age students.
As Cameron read on, taking longer since he was distracted by
the naked bodies, he learned that Camp Natural was a nudist camp where campers
were encouraged to learn what it was like to live a nudist life. Clothing was
allowed for the most part in clothing-optional areas and events, but a good
amount of the experiences would be no clothing allowed. After He read through
the brochure, he clicked on the second attachment, and it was a detailed
itinerary of all the classes and events that they would be having during camp. The
list of activities was easily twice as big as any of the other camps that He
was thinking about attending.
Cameron sat in his chair, staring at the brochure. There was
a blonde in the middle of diving for a volleyball. His eyes kept on being drawn
to her. He was too busy and socially awkward to have had a girlfriend yet. The
fact that he was eighteen and hadn't even had his first kiss yet was a constant
source of shame. He was used to seeing naked girls from when he watched porn on
his computer, but there was just something so natural about the girls in the
images that drew him in, and it wasn't just the fact that they were all
attractive, even with their varying body types. The guys featured in the
pictures seemed to be having fun too, and even though He wasn't into guys, he
felt a little reassured by their presence in the brochure. If it had been
nothing but drop-dead gorgeous models, then He would have suspected that they
were just trying to prey on his urge to see beautiful girls naked.
Cameron closed the email for now and did his best to
focus on his schoolwork. His thoughts kept on returning to what he was just
presented with. He wanted to attend, but he was also nervous. He had never been
naked in front of anyone else before, let alone a whole camp of people. He was
going to have to think about it. He still had a week before the registration
process closed.
Cameron tried going about his day to day activities as
usual, but with each day that passed, he felt more anxious. The thought of
others seeing him nude made him nervous, but the idea of seeing others naked
was enticing.
Cameron decided to try and experience the natural life in
the comfort of his own home. His parents usually didn't get home till close to
six pm, so he would have about three hours to be nude when he got back from
school. It felt weird walking around his house and doing everyday things in the
nude. Even with all the blinds being drawn tight so that no one could see him,
He felt vulnerable. He constantly checked the time, and even though he knew he
would have the house to himself for hours, he was worried that at any moment,
one of his parents might come bursting through the door. He kept his clothes, a
pair of loose basketball shorts and a shirt nearby so that he could throw them
on quickly. He kept on looking out the window every time a car drove by to make
sure it wasn't his parents.
That first day Cameron made sure to be fully dressed well
before his parents came home. After how he felt that first day of practicing
being nude, He couldn't see himself going to the camp and looked at the couple
of camps he had been contemplating to attend before he had received the email
from Camp Natural.
The next day after school Cameron got nude again as he did
his usual after school activities of making a snack, taking care of his chores,
doing his homework, playing video games, and watching TV. He still felt a
little uncomfortable that day, but not as bad as the day before. By the end of
the week, he was feeling more comfortable being nude in his home. He knew that
he still had a long way to go before he would be bold enough to do this in
front of other people, but the thought no longer filled him with crippling
dread.
On the last day before the deadline, Cameron made sure to
shut himself up in his room and lock the door, before his parents got home, but
he stayed naked. He clicked on the link in the email that had led to the
secured website of Camp Natural and finished filling out the application and
financial pages. His heart was thumping as he submitted his application. He
then messaged the camp director and informed him that he had just signed up. He
felt some anxiety about going to the camp, but he was also excited to do
something that seemed so wild. He had spent his whole life making his decisions
based on what was safe; him stepping this far out of his comfort zone was a
real accomplishment for him.
Cameron had a month before school ended. Along with studying
to maintain his grades, He also spent that time becoming increasingly
comfortable being nude. It got to the point where He was looking forward to it
every day, and he would rush home to try and get as much natural time in as
possible. During his second week of practicing, He decided to step up his
experimenting by hanging out in his backyard for a bit while in the nude. He
waited for an overcast day since he didn't want to get a full-body sunburn
under the harsh Arizona sun, and when the day finally arrived, he stripped and
then stepped out into his backyard. He felt that same thrill and anxiety that
he might be seen.
Their backyard was fenced in, and since none of the
houses nearby were two stories, the only way one of his neighbors could see him
was if they walked up and peeked through the small gaps in the fence. Cameron
set a beach towel down on their swinging porch chair, and he idly rocked back
and forth with his foot as he read. He used to love sitting out here and doing
this as a kid, but he had stopped doing a lot of the things he enjoyed so that
he could focus on his goals and what was expected of him. Every cool breeze
felt terrific on him. He had planned only to spend a small amount of his
natural time outside, but he was so comfortable out there that he ended up
losing track of time. When he heard his mother's car pulling into the driveway,
he had to make a nude sprint back up to his room so that he wouldn't get
caught. He thought about what it would be like to be in the lush cool woods of
Camp Natural, and he found himself looking forward to it more and more.
The school year ended, and Cameron found himself on a plane
going halfway across the country to go to a nudist camp. In the weeks leading
up to his trip and absence for a month, He was prepared to deflect questions
about where he was going and had even looked up camps near Camp Natural so that
he could say he was attending one of those, but no one pressed Him on his
summer plans. His friends and parents seemed kind of confused about why he
would want to go to a summer camp when he was eighteen. He didn't blame them
for thinking it was a little weird, but when he mentioned how it was also
affiliated with the university he was going to be attending, it made it seem
more acceptable to his parents.
Cameron had always been the least wild of his two siblings,
two older sisters, so his parents didn't seem to worry about His decisions as
much. His parents had liked to joke for years how He was a little adult as he
was growing up and wasn't like most other kids. When He had first heard them
say that he had been mad, but looking back on it, he realized that did sum him
up pretty well.
Cameron arrived at his destination around five pm in the
city the university was in. He had arrived two days before the bus was
scheduled to come and take the campers to Camp Natural. He had arrived early so
that he would have time to get used to the new time zone and could explore the
city that he was going to be living in next Fall.
Cameron was so tired from his flight that even though he
wanted to go out, once he got checked into the hotel room, all he was up to was
ordering room service and watching TV. He spent this time in the nude. Now he
didn't feel like he was forcing himself to experiment with the nudist
lifestyle, and he was starting to enjoy it more and more.
The next day Cameron woke up feeling refreshed and took a
lyft over to the university so that he could tour the campus and the
surrounding area. He had spent his whole life living in the desert, being in a
place that was so green with trees made him breathe easier for the first time
in his life. He had never been one of those people who were desperate to escape
their home city, but he could easily see himself living here if the first
impressions held steady. He bought some supplies that he couldn't fly with and
picked up a few odds and ends that caught his eye or that he couldn't go
without, and then returned to the hotel for one lazy last night in a big bed.
Departure.
Cameron woke up at seven am and started to get ready. He
wished that he could sleep in more, but to be fully prepared, both mentally and
physically, he knew that he was going to need this time. He checked out of the
hotel and waited downstairs for the bus. About twenty people were milling about
in the lobby; half of them looked to be around the same age as Him, so he
wondered if they would be going too. He wanted to know if they were going as
well, but it wasn't as if he could just walk up and say, 'hey, are you going to
the nudist camp too?'
Cameron couldn't stand waiting idly, so he opened a book on
his phone. While he was reading, He noticed a cute redhead sitting on the couch
across from him that was facing away. All He had seen of her was the side of
her face and back of her head as she sat down. He wished he had seen her face
better before he sat down. The idea of seeing naked girls his age had been one
of the main perks of going to Camp Natural, but now that he was surrounded by
cute girls, He started to get nervous again.
A handful more people sat down in the hotel lobby, and then
the bus arrived, right on time. Cameron looked up from his book for the
redheaded girl, but she was gone. There was no way she already made it to the
bus. His heart dropped; she must have been checking in to the hotel. With a
sigh, He gathered up his stuff and started to slowly walk towards the bus. His
anxiety was kicking in, so he made sure he would be the last person in line to
get on the bus, the last thing he needed right now was to end up trying to get
on the wrong bus with a line of people behind him. The driver was standing
beside the door of the bus, checking everyone's tickets to make sure that they
were getting on the right bus. He imagined how much of a surprise someone might
get if they got on the wrong bus and ended up in the land of the nudists.
The bus driver looked over Cameron's ticket, pointed him to
one of the storage bins that skirted the bottom side of the bus, and then
welcomed him aboard. There must have been another stop or two before this
because the bus was nearly full and was slightly abuzz with sleepy but excited
conversations. Almost all the seats were taken, and He didn't want to sit next
to someone he didn't know if he could help it. He wasn't the best at making
small talk at the best of times, and with their destination so heavily on his
mind, He didn't feel up to socializing. He was halfway down the aisle when he
finally spotted an open seat. He sat down with a sigh of relief. He stared out
the window that was on the opposite side of where the hotel was.
Cameron was buried in his thoughts when he was pulled out of
them by a soft voice. "Excuse me, do you mind if I sit here?" He
looked up and saw the red-haired girl looking at him. Seeing her up close made
his heart skip a beat and a half. She had long red hair, light green eyes, and
a small number of freckles across her cheeks, and on the bridge of her cute
little nose, he hadn't thought a nose could be cute, but hers was the pinnacle
of nose cuteness. She smiled down at him but started to look a little
uncertain. He realized that he hadn't said anything for a few seconds as he
stared at her.
"Oh yeah," Cameron said, and then he realized that
he had just said that he did mind if she sat there and quickly tried to correct
himself. "I mean, it's ok if you sit with me. Sorry, I'm still waking
up."
The red-haired girl laughed and sat down. "Yeah, me
too. I left my laptop charger up in my room and had to run up to go get it. I
almost missed the bus because I had to have them let me back in."
That explains why she was suddenly gone, Cameron thought.
"Well, I am glad you made it in time. I'm Cameron."
"I'm Haley, nice to meet you." They were
interrupted as the bus driver stepped onto the bus and announced that they were
departing. It all seemed so normal to Him; as if they weren't about to go to a
place where everyone was going to be naked 24/7. They started driving. This is
it, He thought. There was no turning back.
"So, are you nervous?" Haley asked.
Cameron nervously laughed. "Yeah, I have never done
anything like this before. I almost backed out multiple times," he said
honestly.
"Yeah, me too," Haley said. "So, where are
you from?"
"I'm from Tempe, Arizona. What about you?"
"I am from Portland, Oregon," she said.
They made small talk during the one and a half hour bus ride
to Camp Natural. Talking to Haley came naturally to Him, she was so warm and
friendly that she was able to pull even an introvert like Him out of his shell.
Talking to her helped Him calm down his nerves a little bit. If everyone at
Camp Natural was even half as nice as Her, then he knew that he had nothing to worry
about. He learned how next semester she was going to the college to get a
biology degree. He imagined her in a lab coat and smiled at the cute image.
Haley did most of the talking, but she never focused on herself too much and
would keep asking Him questions so that the conversation never felt one-sided.
When they turned a bend in the forest, and Cameron saw that
they were approaching Camp Natural, he got a little sad; he had been enjoying
his conversation with Her. His phone had stayed tucked between his thigh and
the side of the bus for the entire trip. The driver announced that they were
there as the bus came to a stop.
The campers stood and shuffled off the bus. When it was
close to His and Haley's turn to get up, she smiled at him. "Ready?"
she asked.
"Yeah," Cameron said, and they got up and walked
down the aisle together. They split up to retrieve their luggage, and He lost
sight of the petite girl in the press of all the other campers. A couple of
workers from the camp were helping people find their luggage, and another was
telling people to follow the dirt path towards the large wooden building. He
glanced around but couldn't see Her. He didn't want to instantly cling to the
first girl who talked to him, so he took a moment to get his bags together and
was about to start walking down the path when She appeared next to him. He let
out a sigh of relief that she had been the one to reconnect with him.
They entered the large building. The main part of the
building seemed to be a cafeteria slash auditorium that reminded Him of his
elementary school's lunchroom. The tables were folded up against the back wall,
and chairs were lined up facing towards a small raised stand. They were told to
put their luggage along the walls and take a seat. He and Haley found a seat in
the back row.
Standing in front of the stand were seven people. A couple
of them looked just a few years older than Him, while the rest seemed to be in
their thirties, except for a beautifully tanned tall woman who was in the
middle of the group who looked to be in her mid-forties but looked amazing.
When everyone was seated, the woman spoke.
"Greetings campers, and welcome to Camp Natural!"
She had a strong voice so that it carried even to the back row with ease. The
campers clapped and let out some hoots. "I am the head of the camp, Miss
Evens, but you can call me Alison. While there is a lot to do here, we all know
what this camp is about: getting a taste of the nudist lifestyle. I know some
of you might have more experience than others when being in a nudist community,
but I expect everyone to be understanding of each other's comfort level. Today
is a day for you to get to know the camp and not yourself yet, so please keep
your clothing on this first day. After today we expect each of you to remain
nude as often as possible. Of course, if it rains, you should cover up to
protect from the elements, and no one will force you to disrobe. If you have
any questions or need help in any way with this or any other aspect of your
stay here, please feel free to ask me or any of the camp staff for advice and
assistance. The spirit of this place is to get used to living a nude lifestyle,
so there will be many events where clothing is not allowed."
"Consent is the most important rule here.
56 min
July 04 Abandon Ship!: Part 2
Jemima provides Davy with kinky new insights into female sexuality.By Big galute. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

"Davy if I could, I would marry you at this very moment."

"Don't mock me."

"I'm not, I'm serious."

I didn't answer, finally realizing that I was stuck on a boat in the middle of the ocean with an insane woman.

"I don't know about God but I do know about the church and the clergy that tell us about sins of the flesh, many of the clergy are the biggest sinners amongst us." I stayed silent but knew that I'd heard many men on the river saying the same thing.

"Why can our bodies do such things? Why does it feel so wonderful when we do? Surely humans are designed to enjoy sex in whichever way they want?"

I couldn't think of any answers to Jemi's words but still thought she was insane.

"I know that I have a high spirit and enjoy doing the things society tells me I mustn't, but that's not because I am bad but rather because I am free and should be allowed to make up my own mind. All the men I have ever been introduced to, have been vain, shallow, or stupid; sometimes all three."

I listened to her profound words, but she wasn’t yet done; "In a different situation we may never have met, or if we did we would not have spoken. But you are different from them, we are stuck on this little boat but you are sweetest, most sincere man I have ever met. I also sense a wild free-spirit inside you, longing to get out."

Any doubts I had about Jemi's sincerity disappeared as she kissed me, a soft, gentle, loving kiss. We molded together as Jemi nuzzled her head into my chest and placed her leg across me, causing me to harden and grow and causing Jemi to giggle.

"I love you, and I love your tallywacker." She said before falling asleep.

I awoke to the early morning sun and to Jemi sitting upright and smiling down at me, "Is it always that engorged in the mornings?" She asked, her eyes roving down my body and her smile widening, the mischievous glint back in her eye.

"Sometimes."

"I've been staring at it for ages, it twitches and moves and you sometimes touch it in your sleep."

She placed her hand to my forehead and laughed, "Good, no fever. Your face is so red I wondered."

I went to sit up but Jemi gently pushed me back down, "Lay still, I want to study it awhile."

I could have refused and insisted that we got busy with the sail but I was getting use to Jemi and knew there was no point.

"My friend Imogen says her husband's is short and fat, with a rather musty, unpleasant smell." "Yours appears to be long and fat and I could detect no unpleasant smells." Seeing my puzzled look, Jemi said, "I smelt it whilst you were asleep. Actually it was quite fascinating, I blew on it and it twitched. The bulbous gland at the top appears to be the most sensitive, the thick shaft less so."

Laying there listening to my beautiful angel ruminate about my appendage was exhilarating and highly arousing and I knew that I wished it always to be so, I also knew that we needed to get sailing if we were to have any chance of survival.

"I think we should hoist our sail." I suggested, changing the subject.

"You're probably right." Jemi went quiet and I think I detected a new glow to her cheeks. "Imogen says that when her husband emits semen in the morning he is far more productive and it assuages any foul humor he may have." "Would you like to emit some semen?"

I nodded, unable to refuse. "Teach me how, so I would know how best to do it." Jemi said.

I wanted to ask what else Imogen had said but dared not, instead telling Jemi; “I just wrap my fingers around it and pull back & forth, Like you did last night." She thought about this for a while before asking, "Do you think of things when you do it?"

"Sometimes, last night was the first time anyone else has ever done it for me and I didn't need to think of anything."

"I like the name tallywacker but for the purposes of my studies I will think of it as a penis, when you make love to me it can be your tallywacker."

Before I could respond to this Jemi took my penis in her hand, "It is heavier than I imagined, maybe more than a pound, there is already fluid leaking out the top." Jemi ran a finger of the other hand across the fluid, the sensation causing my penis to twitch violently and me to take a sharp breath in. "Was that painful?" Jemi asked.

"No, just sensitive. Almost ticklish, in a way”

Jemi nodded as if storing this information away, she then brought her fingers to her face "A slight smell of ammonia and mildly salty flavor."

I was enjoying Jemi's hand on my penis but I wasn't sure if I enjoyed being part of an experiment. She suddenly started shaking it violently, "The muscle tries to resist and the penis becomes harder, tell me, does that feel nice?"

"Slightly uncomfortable but not unpleasant."

Jemi nodded and then started slapping my penis hard against her open palm, until it became too rigid to maneuver. I told her it was remarkably enjoyable.

"Do you think you could ejaculate from it?"

"I don't think so." She again nodded and placed her palm on top and pushed down hard, causing me to yelp.

She looked at me, a wry smile and a shake of my head gave her the answer. "Can we get to the emitting of semen before I fall into foul humor?."

Jemi smiled at my light mockery and started to gently stroke my penis.

"You're no good, Davy Arthur. When we get to dry land I shall have to find other penis's to experiment on." She let me stew on this for a moment, a serious expression on her face. As hurt and confusion invaded my heart she finally smiled "But this is the only tallywacker I ever want."

I closed my eyes and smiled as the feeling of Jemi's firm, even strokes pulsed through me. The sensation became different, much warmer, softer and smoother. This rhythm became affectionate.

A small gasp of pleasure escaped my lips and I opened my eyes to the shocking sight of Jemi's mouth engulfing my penis, her eyes alight with fire as she stared at me. She removed her mouth and sat upright, her hard nipples clearly visible through her chemise.

"Let me guess, Imogen?" I asked.

"Indeed, she said the skin becomes too dry and irritates, duck fat is too messy so one has to come up with other solutions." The whole time Jemi was talking, her fingers were making little circles on my glands, massaging her saliva in and causing my breath to shorten and my sack to tighten.

"She must write you a lot of letters."

"Every night; once she has worn her rotter of a husband out. Imogen and I attended Miss Rogers finishing school for young ladies together, finishing school for the well-to-do young wenches more like. There were no men enrolled, of course; but everyone was very daring, Imogen being the most daring of all.

She married Viscount Fornsby one year ago, he's fifteen years older than her and a complete deviant, not that Imogen is complaining, I think she finally met her match."

"What other things has she written about?" Jemi smirked before tapping the side of her nose, understanding what I really wanted to know. Before answering she put more spittle onto her hand and resumed her gentle stroking.

With a playful little upturn on her lips Jemi continued "I can't tell you more of her letters, you would be too shocked and your heart may well stop."

I couldn't hide my disappointment, causing Jemi to laugh, "Are all men so obvious?"

Jemi's hand was moving slowly, eliciting a pleasant, almost comforting feeling.

Her thoughts seemed far away, eventually she said; "My mother died when I was quite young and my father employed a wonderful, elderly governess called Miss Gwendolyn Sharp, or ‘Gweny’, as I affectionately called her. Gweny had been a governess her whole life and had some rather unconventional views on education. She believed that the female brain was equal too, and most probably superior too, that of the male. 'In my experience, young ladies brains are like sponges whilst young gentlemen's brains are like rocks' was one of her favourite sayings."

"Gweny railed against the position of women in our society, installing in me a feisty, questioning, free-spirit. As she got older and became frailer she implored me to live my life to the full and to welcome and relish new experiences. She died shortly after my eighteenth birthday and I felt her passing greatly."

Jemi had never stopped frigging my shaft throughout her story and the painful look of sorrow on her face changed to one of mirth as she said "More spittle needed I fear."

"I thought Gweny had taught me everything but Imogen has certainly widened my horizons."

"Gweny taught you how to have an open mind. Who taught you how to use your hand so well?"

"I'm learning as I go and by the twitching of your tallywacker I think I'm doing a good job."

She was right. She was doing a good job and I could feel my explosion building, but I wanted to hear more of Imogen.

"What's the most shocking thing Imogen has ever told you?"

Jemi pretended to be coy but was obviously bursting to tell me "Two days before we sailed I received a letter that even by Imogen's standards was shocking. Her husband had taken her to one of the barns and waiting for them there were a four of his gambling associates and two of the younger servants, a man & woman both around Imogen's age. He had made them strip and begin to procreate as they all watched.

Imogen said it was actually quite boring, the only interesting thing being that the male servant was a horse of a man and Imogen was quite fascinated that the female accommodated him so easily. She said the female looked quite bored but the male soon built up a head of steam, fully encouraged by the lewd remarks of the assembled gentleman. Her husband stopped him before he shot his seed, telling him to pull out and asking Imogen if she would like to partake of his horse appendage.

Imogen pretended to be shocked, and as excited as she was by all the eyes on her, she also found the salivating men gross and had no wish for them to view her lady bits. She stood up, but rather than go to the horse man she knelt between the female’s legs and much to the shock of the assembled men, she buried her face in the woman’s crotch and extended her long tongue, performing cunnilingus on her, soon making her tremble and gasp. The beautiful young female appeared to the men to be suffering a seizure, but continued to scream out; ‘Yes! Yes! Yes!’ The tormented male servant watched & jerked himself to ejaculation, spraying over both the women.”

I felt Jemi squeeze the base of my penis as hard as she could "I have no wish for you to ejaculate until I'm ready for you to do so, Imogen said applying pressure here stems the flow and reduces the urge. Does it work?"

I had to admit that it did indeed work. Jemi was pleased by this and repositioned herself in the boat, lying top to toe beside me, spreading her legs and inviting me to watch as she began to diddle her cunny.

"Oh it's very wet, here Davey feel." Unlike the evening before I had no hesitation, allowing Jemi to guide my hand as I put one and then two fingers inside her, the warmth and silky softness feeling amazing.

"I'll never finish my story if you keep that up." Jemi said with a small giggle as she removed my hand and placed it on my own rod, encouraging me to stroke slowly so as not to finish until she said so.

"Now where was I with my story?" Jemi said, her own breath shortening as she continued to tease herself. "I know. When Imogen had finished her oral ministrations she knelt up and kissed the female passionately on the lips, much to the grunts and groans of the assembled men who to a man had their todgers out and in their hands. She said the female whispered into her ear that she had a very educated tongue, Imogen was delighted with this and said she had her best friend, Jemima Fairweather to thank for that."

I looked up, shocked at this.

Jemi had a glow about her and said; “There is a whole, very different story that she might tell me about, one day. With a coy smile she continued with her story of the servants.

"When the viscount and his pals left for their club that evening, Imogen met up with the servants again, their names were Thomas and Sarah and they were a married couple. The Viscount had employed them only a few days previously and they themselves said they came very highly recommended, not so much for their silver service skills as their willingness to entertain both the men and women of the house. Sarah was still glowing with pleasure; 'Tom has serviced many a lady but that's the first time the lady of the house has ever serviced me' Sarah told her. 'In fact, as well as feeling amazing you saved me a lot of hard work, if those dirty buggers hadn't spilt their seed watching you, then I would have had to drain it out of them.'”

“Sarah then kissed Imogen which Imogen said made her knees weak. Imogen then went and fetched her husband's best port and the three of them got jolly drunk before Thomas and Sarah invited her into their bed. Imogen insisting they went to her bed as it was bigger and more comfortable.”

“Imogen found them an absolute hoot and after they finished the port they got down to business, as it were. She said they were initially very gentle, both of them undressing her until she was fully naked, the two of them standing back and admiring her. She said she had never felt so exposed or so excited. Sarah then moved closer and asked her what she wanted to do 'Everything, I want to do everything' Imogen told them."

I was enjoying listening to Jemi but was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable in the warming sun and wished her to hurry up.

Sensing my impatience, Jemi said "I'm getting to the truly salacious bits" I didn't properly know what salacious meant but thought it must mean naughty.

"When Imogen said she wanted to do everything, Sarah chuckled and told her to be careful what she wished for. Imogen was annoyed at a servant laughing at her, but soon forgot her annoyance as they began their ministrations, Thomas was surprisingly gentle in his caresses and Sarah was the bolder, pinching and probing.

Sarah pinched her nipple hard and as Imogen sighed, Sarah said, 'I think m'lady likes it a little rough Thomas.' Imogen felt she was being mocked but before she could say anything Sarah pinched the other nipple even harder, holding on to it and pulling roughly, causing Imogen's juices to run freely. Sarah then ordered Thomas to get undressed and 'show m'lady what you have for her.'

Imogen didn't know what was going to happen next but was surprised when Sarah dropped to her knees and swallowed his enormous manhood as if she were a sword swallower at the circus. After a few moments of this, Thomas appeared to be losing his mind, huffing and swearing, pulling at Sarah's hair. Sarah stood up and pushed Imogen to her knees. Imogen said she could have resisted but felt almost mesmerized by Thomas' glistening rod.

She knelt before Thomas and opened her mouth as wide as she could. Thomas forced his manhood into her mouth roughly, instantly causing her to gag and almost vomit up the expensive port. Imogen felt herself going dizzy but was unable to remove her mouth as Sarah held her head firmly. She continued to gag and thought she might pass out but her senses were overtaken by Thomas unburdening his seed into her throat and Sarah pulling her up by her hair and kissing her wildly before throwing her onto the bed and quickly undressing herself.

Imogen said she began to cry, the whole experience, whilst immensely stimulating, was far too intense. Sarah joined her on the bed and soothed her, holding her tightly before gently kissing her and asking her whether she wanted to continue. Imogen said that she did and Thomas lay down behind her, his manhood, once again, monstrously hard. Sarah lifted Imogen's leg, allowing Thomas to force his way into her cunny, causing Imogen to gasp and Thomas to grunt loudly as he pushed harder. 'Thomas likes your cunny, much tighter than my slack old one. I like it when he puts it up my bum' Sarah started to laugh as she said this.

'In fact it's been up many a ladies and gentleman's bum, would you like it up yours?' Imogen was intrigued by this but thought it probably far too big and told Sarah she didn't want to try it. 'Shame, maybe next time.'

At Sarah's behest Thomas held onto her tightly and rolled onto his back, such that Imogen was laid atop him with his rod still firmly encased in her cunny. Sarah moved down between her legs and began assaulting her delicate nub with her mouth whilst Thomas pinched her nipples hard. Imogen said she gushed numerous times before becoming exhausted and beseeching them to stop.

Imogen finished her letter by saying that a jolly good time was had by all and that she hoped to accommodate Thomas up her bum the next time."

I'd enjoyed listening to Jemi talk but was surprisingly unstimulated by Imogen's story, no longer shocked or even that interested. Jemi may have felt the same because she said, "When I first read Imogen's letter I diddled myself to delirium but as I recount it now, I feel rather empty."

"Would you show me how to get an educated tongue?" I knew we had already crossed many boundaries but still shocked myself by asking this.

I was even more shocked by Jemi's answer as she giggled, "I'd be delighted to, and I may practice my sword swallowing."

Jemi bade me to sit up and pay attention. I did so and sat there mesmerized as Jemi spread her legs and continued to talk, "A woman's private parts are like a delicate flower, you must spread the petals to get to the nectar inside." As she said this she used two fingers to part her petals, her legs trembling slightly as she ran a finger along the glistening inner petal."

"You may kiss the petals or probe them with your tongue, both are wondrous." She spread the petals further, pointing to a little protrusion at the top, "This is my nub and in my experience the kissing, licking and sucking of one's nub is the most delectable feeling in the world, almost guaranteed to elicit gushings of nectar. Now you know what they say, practice makes perfect." With this Jemi scooted her bottom forward and spread her legs even wider.

I gently lowered my head and tentatively stuck my tongue out and tasted the sweet nectar. "That feels nice, now move your tongue up and down, umm! Move it faster." I did as I was told and could hear Jemi gently moaning. "Now push your tongue in as far as it will go. Oh yes! Move it in and out rapidly."

As I did this Jemi pulled my head in hard, squashing my nose against her nub as she began to grind herself into my face. I continued to move my tongue around quickly and could feel Jemi's legs and body going stiff as she pulled my head in even harder and let out an almighty scream before eventually letting go of my head.

Jemi lay, her chest heaving with each breath and her legs still splayed in a most un-lady like fashion "I wonder if any passing ships heard your scream?"

"I do hope so. Oh your poor face." I didn't care and was actually quite proud of my squashed, gushings covered face.

I was suddenly hungry and thirsty and suggested we eat and then hoist the sail, "What about my sword swallowing?" Jemi asked.

"We have all day for that, although maybe you could polish the sword a few times first."

Jemi laughed at this as she said, "What happened to Davy Arthur, I thought you were quiet and shy."

I got a little embarrassed before Jemi gave me a kiss, "I much prefer this new Davy Arthur," She said with glee.

We sat contentedly eating our bread, Jemi wedged between my legs. "Davy, Davy is that a ship over there?"

I looked in the direction Jemi was pointing, I wasn't sure but thought I could s
26 min
July 03 Abandon Ship!: Part 1
Two virgin shipwreck survivors share a lifeboat and a few more discoveries in the Victorian-eraBy Big galute. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

"Man the lifeboats! Abandon ship! Abandon ship!"

We had been at sea for ten days when the storm hit, our splendid vessel battered and broken into no more than firewood, all the passengers and crew seemingly lost.

I came to, my legs dangling in the water and my arms and upper body atop some flotsam timbers. The sea around me was calm, with small pieces of wreckage everywhere. I tried to look around, the throbbing pain in my head and the low morning sun making it hard to focus; no one to be seen, just me.

I pulled myself up onto the driftwood, too tired to think, my mind too blurred to do anything other than curl up and sleep.

Davy, Davy Arthur that's me, eighteen years old and on my first ship. I'd grown up by the Thames, my father worked on the tugs but died when I was young. It was in my blood and I'd always dreamt of being at sea, then my mother died and I got a job as a stoker on the SS Cadwallader, sailing to the new world. In other words, I assisted in tending the boiler furnace for this steam ship named for a Welsh king from centuries ago.

The several months I spent shoveling coal into the furnace, reduced my once-stocky six foot frame by more than 2 inches around my waistline.

"Hello, Hello. Are you okay there, are you alive?"

I tried to follow the voice, a ladies voice, young and a bit wispy & screechy as she shouted out to me, "Hello, I'm over here, can you see me?" I slowly turned my head and body to the left, maybe 3 rods away from me was a small wooden life boat, a damsel frantically waving her arms at me. I managed to raise one arm to let her know I was alive and she started to paddle with one oar, the boat turning sideways rather than towards me, then I think I passed out again.

"Hello, are you alright, can you move?" The voice was much closer now, kind and posh, like the ladies I had sometimes overheard in coming out of tearooms in London. The boat was now less than a fathom from me but I felt hardly able to move, all my strength needed to perch up on one elbow.

"I'll hold out the oar, see if you can grab it." The wispy voice directed.

I used my free arm to grab it, then held on for dear life and found myself getting right up to the starboard, till a soft hand grasped my wrist. "You'll have to help me, I can't pull you in by myself. Can you get onto your knees?"

I did as she said, and rolled up over the rail, then plonked myself onto the small lifeboat, almost tipping us as I did so.

"Oh you poor thing, you're all cuts and bruises." As she said this she supported my head and offered water to my lips, "Drink slowly in case you get sick." Consciousness was a fleeting state, and I could not decipher reality from delirious dreams.

I looked up at her pale lips and beautiful green eyes and wondered if she were an angel and I was dead; my thoughts slipping as my eyes closed; the ripping of material and my angel saying "We must cover you from the sun." being the last sounds I heard.

I felt a wet cloth on my forehead and heard soothing words being spoken, the smiling face of my ‘angel’ looking down at me as I opened my eyes.

"Hello again." Came her pleasant greeting. I think I smiled back and then tried to sit up

"Take it easy, let me help you." She offered. I felt the wonderful softness of her body against mine as she set me upright.

The spinning in my head slowed as I tried to focus and clear the fog in my brain; shipwreck, lifeboat, angel. "Do you remember going overboard and the ship sinking?" My angel asked.

I shook my head, in the affirmative.

"I think you must have banged your head pretty badly’” she assessed. “You have a nasty bruise on the side of it."

I put my hand up and felt the tender area above my ear. "I think you have what Professor Gower refers to as a concussion, are you familiar with Professor Gower's work." I again shook my head in the negative.

"He's the eminent neurologist of our time. I think you should be okay in a day or two."

I nodded, then asked; "What's your name, and are you an angel?"

She looked taken-aback and then burst out laughing. "Oh my dear thing, no I'm not an angel and you are very much alive. My name’s Jemima Fairweather but you may call me Jemi, all my friends do. What's your name?"

"Davy Arthur."

"Nice to meet you Davy Arthur; & may I call you Davy?"

I nodded to her. At that point I could care less what the skipper of the only lifeboat decided to call me.

"Now, how do we get out of this pickle." She asked, expecting me to be a seafaring expert.

I followed her gaze as she looked around, nothing but water and us in a small wooden boat, no more than fifteen feet long. I looked around our boat; there were three small wooden boxes, only one rowing oar and Jemi, her elaborate bustle dress torn with several parts missing, and what looked like some of the dress material tied around her head.

Seeing me stare, Jemi blushed slightly before explaining, "I lost my hat as I got into the boat and needed to cover my head from the sun, I used the rest of it to cover you."

I became aware that I was wearing a sort of cloak over my shoulders, my vest nowhere to be seen and my already threadbare britches now even more tattered as they clung to my legs. Another small square of the dress was by my side and I guessed that that had covered my head.

"Thank you for rescuing me."

"No need to thank me. Now tell me Davy, what did you do on board, do you know how to navigate?"

"I was a junior stoker, I don't know how to read charts and such but I know the tides on the Thames like the back of my hand."

Jemi smiled sweetly. If she wasn't an angel then she was the most beautiful lady I had ever seen, her cheeks reddening as she caught my stare. "Well I've read a few books on navigation and if we can work out which way we need to go then maybe we can make a sail. Do you want something to eat?"

I didn't know there was any food and must have looked confused, "I was put into the lifeboat first and then they handed down some boxes of provisions. As the other ladies went to get into the boat the ship listed badly and I broke away, soon after it sank." She looked as if she would cry.

"I'm very sorry for you if your husband or family were on board."

She smiled, "No husband and my family are all in England. Actually if you promise not to tell anyone." She smiled wider as she looked around at the vast, empty sea, "that's why I'm here. My father wanted me to marry the horrid Marcus but I wanted to continue my education and become a scientist. My grandfather had left me an endowment for when I was twenty one, so I bought a ticket and ran away. I plan to attend university when I reach America." The sad look returned as she said this.

Not wanting her to be sad I started telling her about myself, how I'd never been to school but enjoyed working on the tug and now wanted to see the world. How I'd courted Mary Deacy but when it had gotten serious I decided on the sea, before I settle down to marriage.

She smiled, "So we're both running away." I nodded and smiled back

"I think we have another few hours of sun before it gets dark. Cover your head and we'll eat something, then we'll see if we can make a sail." I hadn't a clue about how she planned on making a sail and was still a bit shook from the bang on the head. I knotted the dress material around my head and waited to see what food we had.

"If we ration ourselves I think we have enough food and water for three or four days, maybe more. It's mainly bread and some cured meat, also a little cheese which we should eat first." She opened one of the boxes and passed me some bread and cheese, trying to remember my manners I waited for her to start.

"Bon appétit." She declared, then took her first bite.

Gently smiling at my puzzled look, Jemi said, "It means enjoy your meal, in French."

"Bon appétit." I tried back.

Jemi spoke rapidly as she ate "Where do you think our closest land is? I think we might be closer to the West Indies than we are to America. We should head north westerly; also I think there'll be more trading vessels in that direction, more chance of being rescued."

I smiled at her enthusiasm and at her knowledge, "How are we going to make a sail?" I asked.

She pointed at one of the benches in the boat, "That one has a hole in it, we can stand the oar up in it and use your belt to lash it tightly, if that works we'll use some of my dress to make a sail. As the sun goes down we'll know which way is west."

She must have seen the worried look on my face, "Don't you think it'll work?" she asked.

"It's not that." I clarified.

"What then?" She said in a puzzled state.

I went bright red, "My britches will fall down without my belt."

Jemi tried but couldn't stop herself from laughing, "Oh Davy that's so funny, you'll still have your underpants on."

I went even redder and Jemi realized, her own cheeks flushing. "You haven't got any underpants on, have you?"

I shook my head, struggling to look at Jemi's smiling face, "Well we really need that belt, and I'll be down to my undergarments also."

We finished the food in silence, Jemi smiling the whole time and I beginning to see the funny side of it and realizing that in the grand scheme of being stranded at sea, me losing my britches didn't matter. Worryingly, I found my penis beginning to twitch at the thought of it.

"How shall we do this,” Jemi implored; “Do you think we should fix the mast first or try and fashion a sail first?" As Jemi asked this she stood up and moved forward, the small boat instantly becoming unstable and beginning to rock "Well these ruddy boots will have to go for a start, I struggle to walk in them at the best of times, not alone balance on a small boat."

She sat down and hiked her garments to her knees, giving me a delectable view of her stocking covered calf as she went about unfastening her boots. I quickly looked away as she caught me staring "Oh Davy you are funny, I think we'll be seeing a lot more of each other before we get off this boat." There was a slight mocking tone in her voice that I didn't like.

Sensing my unease and embarrassment, Jemi continued in a softer tone "Davy, I want you to look at me." lifting my head I saw that her dress was still at her knees and Jemi was smiling at me, her beautiful face and eyes alive with merriment and mischief. She lifted her hem higher, parting her legs slightly as her fingers searched inside her chemise for the top of her stocking. I knew I should look away but couldn't, Jemi's fingers slowly rolling down her stocking and that first view of her gloriously soft, pale thighs. I think I may have stopped breathing, only Jemi's sigh bringing me back to life. Her cheeks had a high flush to them and her eyes appeared glazed as another deep breath escaped her soft lips, her legs parting once more as she felt for the other stocking.

As she removed her stocking and lowered her dress Jemi looked straight at me, "Did you enjoy that?"

I was in awe of her confidence and brazenness but found myself shocked, confused and upset at her forthrightness. "Miss, I may only be a stoker but please don't treat me as a fool."

She moved closer and sat down in front of me, taking both my hands Jemi said, "Oh Davy I'm not treating you as a fool. I'm sorry if I shocked you but I've always wanted to feel a man's eyes on me the way yours were, their desire almost burning my skin. We may die on this boat and there's so many things I want to experience before I die."

She paused as if thinking, "Have you ever kissed a girl?" before I could answer or even shake my head she leant in closer and kissed me, the sea saltiness of her lips soon replaced by the warmth and softness of her probing tongue.

I kissed her back and went to hold her tighter but Jemi broke the embrace, smiling and then blushing as she looked down at the bulge in my britches "Later, we haven't got much time before nightfall, sail or mast first?" I took a deep breath and tried to clear my head.

"I think it would be difficult to attach any sort of sail standing up, we'd probably fall overboard. We should attach it first, then pull it out when the mast is secured." Jemi agreed with my suggestion and retrieved a knife from the provisions box. She turned around and sat down between my legs, "Help me undo this dress."

Sensing my hesitancy Jemi spoke again, "Come on Davy, we need this dress if we're going to make a sail and beside I'll still have my chemise on."

Her voice faltered as she said this, as if suddenly remembering something, "What?" I asked.

"Nothing really, we'll address it later." I didn't know what it was but I could tell she was blushing, the back of her neck reddening also.

I was all fingers and thumbs as I undid her buttons, the situation not helped by Jemi animatedly deploring the gowns women were expected to wear and wondering why they shouldn't be allowed to wear britches and shirts also.

"I don't know, that's just the way it is." Was the best I could offer.

"Poppycock, that's no reason for anything." I smiled at her temper and spirit.

When all the buttons were undone, Jemi still struggled to get her arms out of the tight sleeves "Don't just sit there, help me," She ordered. This involved me leaning forward, putting my arms around her and pulling the sleeves as she pushed back, our bodies pressed tight together and my head wedged beside hers. I thought to kiss her cheek but dared not.

With the top of her dress now off Jemi sat upright and began to remove her petticoats, I took the liberty of staying where I was, with Jemi's dress covered bottom wedged firmly between my spread legs. As the last petticoat came off I saw the back of her corset, the gaps between the tight ties revealing her sleeveless chemise and the beautiful soft skin of her upper back. I had seen washer women stripped down to similar garments as they pummeled wet clothing in the street, but none of them seemed as alluring or forbidden as this fair damsel.

Jemi sat there waiting for me to move, "Come on Davy, undo this blasted corset."

"Yes ma'am." I said emphatically, and was delighted to hear Jemi giggle.

"Finally, I can now breath." Jemi shouted to the world. I knew what Jemi meant but if I was to be honest I didn't see much difference, her slim waist and shapely back looking the same to me. "We'll need some of those bones to keep the sail stiff." Jemi said as she laid the corset down.

I had no real idea of the time or how much daylight we had left, maybe 90 minutes or so. I was in no hurry, happy to admire Jemi's back, but I could tell she was restless and a little uncertain; eventually she turned and looked at me.

"How much do you know about ladies undergarments?" She could tell by my face that the answer was nothing.

"This is the latest chemise design, all in one piece,” She explained. “The bloomers connected to the top, far less bulky than wearing multiple layers." I nodded, having no idea where this was going, watching Jemi's face as it went beetroot red, "As such it is open in the middle, when I take my dress off you'll be able to see everything,"

It was my turn to blush as the meaning of this dawned on me, Jemi's hand touched my reddened face gently, "Oh Davy, you're such a sweetie. Now you must promise not to laugh."

"Why would I laugh?"

"Well the garments look ridiculous and you'll see everything." She said with a painful expression on her face.

"I promise."

"Good, now lie back." She ordered, in a mock serious tone.

"Yes ma'am." Was my answer to Jemi's latest order, she pursed her lips and gave me an evil stare before smiling.

I lay down and Jemi turned again, lying down between my legs, her whole weight against my crotch as she set her feet and lifted her hips, using her hands to wiggle the dress down. I knew I shouldn't be looking but couldn't help myself, my eyes first drawn to her high bust and the hard little nubs that poked through her chemise, then to the little wisps of golden hair, clearly visible as she arched her pelvis upwards to get the dress off.

I was suddenly mortified, Jemi must undoubtedly be aware of my own hardness, rammed as it was between her shoulder blades. I was struck by a funny memory of some of the rather lewd terms I'd heard other sailors use for a penis. Words like rudder, maypole, tallywacker; to name but a few. My memories were interrupted by movement, rather than sitting upright and slapping my face as I'd expected, Jemi was pushing backwards, her body grinding against mine till our heads were level and never before felt sensations were pulsing through my rudder.

When she stopped she turned her head and kissed my cheek, "Thank you for the help with my dress." She sat upright, seemingly happy that she had left me with my mouth open and mute.

Jemi’s crotch was covered lightly in strawberry blonde curly hair. Her full outer lips were a rich hew of pink. Her derrier was smooth & round, and as prominent as her swaying breasts, with two large and very pink nipples pointing slightly upward.

"Now for the sail." She said as she grabbed the knife.

At best it would be a rather simple sail, with one of us holding one side to help direct the boat. We saved half the dress to cover ourselves and used the other half to mimic a sail, small enough to handle, but hopefully big enough to be effective. Jemi was surprisingly proficient with the knife and had soon cut the materials and threaded the whale bone so that the sail was ready.

Being busy and working as a team temporarily took my mind off Jemi's state of undress, the situation only coming back to me as I secured the sail to the oar and Jemi told me to lash it upright using my belt. I did this from a sitting position and then Jemi sat smiling at me, her knees bent up and slightly apart, as she told me to stand and hold the sail stiff.

The little glimpse between her parted legs, the thought of soon being exposed to this woman and her whole confident, sexy demeanor had my eighteen year old maypole devilishly stiff as I stood up, my britches falling as I knew they would and Jemi staring wide eyed.

"Is that a normal size?"Jemi asked as she moved closer to study it as if it were an exhibit, I shrugged my shoulders not really knowing the answer, "It looks very big to go inside one's body." I again shrugged my shoulders, my maypole twitching involuntarily as I wondered if that was what she had in mind. Much to my surprise Jemi then started giggling, "What a funny thing, it seems to have a mind of its own. Do you think it could get that hard and large every hour, we could use it as a sun dial." She obviously thought this very amusing as her laughter increased, and I found myself laughing also and beginning to enjoy the close attention she was paying.

From out of nowhere I shocked myself by saying "Do you want to touch it?" "No not yet, maybe later." Jemi replied as if it was a normal conversation. "Do you have a name for it?" I didn't really but thought about it and decided on tallywacker, "Good description, from the Latin Talia, meaning large club or rod." For some reason I felt quite proud, even though I'd stolen the word.

"Do you have a name for your, umm, lady bits?"

"Oh yes, of course. I've always called mine my fuzzy wuzzy, although as you've already seen it's really more light and wispy." I was beginning to redden even more but Jemi just smiled and continued, "some of the girls I know have virtual forests that you could get lost in for hours." I shook my head and tried to concentrate on the sail.

I think we were both surprised by how effective the sail was, the boat jolting forward as
32 min
July 02 Physical Co-education: Part 2
Physical Co-education: Part 2
Attempting intimacy and Experiencing Euphoria.
Based on a post by Hector
Bidon. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.

When we got back to our room, Gretchen went into the
bathroom and changed into her pajamas. I changed back into a t-shirt and
basketball shorts. She sat up cross-legged on her side of the bed, leaning back
on the padded headboard. I stretched out on mine.
"Pretty spectacular day," I said.
"It really was," she agreed. "I hope
I didn't ruin the evening for you."
"Not at all. I had fun at the pool." It
had been sort of obvious that she hadn't really wanted to hang out with Tom and
Melissa, any more than we did. I could understand. I've never fantasized of
doubles matches either. Besides, it had been a long day.
Changing the subject; "Are you about ready for
bed?" I asked.
I thought she would be, but she gave a noncommittal
shrug. That was fine too. We could talk a while. Maybe I could swing the topic
around to plankton again. Her subtle body language indicated she mindset was
different than last night, when she already had the covers over herself.
"Did you like the play?" I asked.
"I loved it, actually." She smiled,
pleasantly.
"That look in Miranda's eyes; when she got her
first glimpse of her fellow creatures." I kept the conversation going.
"How beauteous mankind is!" she quoted.
"O brave new world, that has such people in it!"
"And Prospero, waving his staff around, trying
to keep everything on course. Reminded me of Mr. Palmer’s Phys Ed. Class.”
"Ha-ha! And what did you think of Caliban? He
kind of reminded me of you."
"Me?" I retorted. “How so?”
"Big, brutish guy, slunking around."
“Slunking?” I laughed. "And you know who
reminded me of you?" I tried to remember the name of the drunken servant.
"Trinculo!"
"What?" she laughed. "Trinculo? I
pictured myself more of an Ariel."
"Ariel was a guy."
"A fairy!" She debated, while sliding down
to lay on her back.
She leaned over mischievously and tickled me right
in the ribs. "Whatever. But a guy."
I was kind of astonished that she'd done it.
"Where the bee sucks, there suck I," she
teased. Then she lay back on her pillow, all innocent and guileless. "In
the cowslip's bell I lie."
So maybe she wasn't really ready for bed yet, at
all. Maybe I'd underestimated her willingness to have a little fun. I turned
toward her.
Bucket list Items.
"Do you know what they say? That everyone
should do at least once in their life?" I asked.
"What's that?"
"Well, according to this magazine article I
read once, anyway. It listed a bunch of things that everyone should do at least
once in their life. And one was to sleep in the nude in a hotel in Paris."
"And? So, have you?" she asked, a twinkle
in her eye.
I laughed. "I'm working on it. I've slept in a
hotel now at least."
"And what were some of the other things that
everyone should do?"
"Hmm. I can't really remember any of the other
ones."
"So; the only one you remember, is the one
about sleeping in the nude," she teased.
"Well, it kind of struck my fancy. I don't
know, it just sounded so;"
"Bohemian?" she suggested.
Not the word I was searching for, but good enough.
"On the Rue de Barres," she went on.
"With the gardens right outside your window."
"You've been to Paris?"
"Not yet. But I've dreamt about it."
Gretchen said, earnestly.
"Just like the people there; probably dream
about coming here."
"To this hotel?" she teased.
"Don't you think?" I challenged her.
"And sleeping In the nude?" Gretchen
played the skeptic.
"That's the way the French sleep, isn't
it?"
She laughed. "Well, I guess Melissa Paxton is
going to be one step ahead of you, tonight."
"Oh, she's been way ahead of me for ages."
I concurred.
"So now's your chance to catch up."
Gretchen blurted out.
I wasn't quite sure how to respond to that one.
Then, miss merit scholar sat up, and began to
unbutton her pajama top.
"Now wait. I wasn't trying to."
"Oh come on," she said. "I hear it's
something that everybody should do at least once in their life." The two
sides of her pajama shirt parted to reveal her two perfect tits, firm, symmetrical,
and proud. She slipped her top completely off, and tossed it on the floor.
"Besides," she continued, laying back and arching her back, plus
wriggling down her pajama pants.
"Last night we did things my way, so it's only
fair to do them your way, tonight." Gretchen played it off as my
initiative.
She looked up at me, all innocent and guileless in
her plain white panties. "Et tu monsieur? Tu ne vas pas te
déshabiller?"
Pardom Muah? I said in my best effort to not appear
uncultured.
“And you, master; Are you going to undress?”
Gretchen said with a wink.
So maybe she really had a headache, last night? And
maybe she'd been just as turned on by Melissa's disrobing as I'd been. Maybe
she just preferred singles to doubles. Like I did.
I stood and made a show of it. I turned off all the
lights but the bathroom, allowing just enough glow so she could see me. Then
pulling my own shirt with my back toward her. I displayed my red-neck seduction
by letting the shirt slide down, off my back.
Still with my back to her (but I could see her
through a wall mirror); I bent over, then wriggled off my own basketball
shorts, sliding them to my knees. I paused a second; what the hell; I reversed
then raised the waistline up so I could hook my elastic brief waistband, then
pulled off my briefs.
“Oui, oui!” she cheered me on. It wasn't like she
hadn't seen what was under them before.
I jumped backward into a back somersault, onto the
bed; and rolled to a landing with my head on my pillow. Then I stretched out my
arms and legs in a luxurious Da Vinci stretch. It did feel good to be naked in
a hotel room, even if it wasn't in Paris.
“Look, Gretchen! I can see an Eiffel Tower!” I said
as my cock pointed skyward.
"How beauteous mankind is!" she cooed as
she wriggled her own panties off, too.
“Our own, one last field trip, tonight?
Wouldn’t you agree, Miss Portland?”
I turned toward her and she turned toward me. There
was absolutely no doubt about how pretty she was. Her attractive face, her
proud tits, her taut stomach, her perfectly rounded hip. Not only pretty but
eminently desirable. As my cock was now frankly announcing. As she was now
frankly aware.
"Sorry," I blushed.
But she didn't seem at all offended. In fact, she
seemed flattered.
I got up and pulled down the bed linens on my side.
She helped, working them under herself. I got back in beside her, the sheets
were silky smooth against our bare skin.
Another Item on the list.
"I didn't tell you everything that was in my
article," I said.
"Oh?" she replied.
"It's who you're supposed to be sleeping with.
In that hotel room in Paris. The one on the; Rue de Whatsit, with the flowers
all around. You're supposed to be sleeping in the nude with your lover."
She didn't respond right away, but she didn't turn
away her gaze. "Mais naturellement, monsieur. Ce serait très bohème,
non?"
“Okay, you gotta help a poor guy out, mademoiselle”
I pleaded. “I feel like I’m missing the best commentary.”
“I’m saying; “But of course,
sir. That would be very bohemian, wouldn't it?”
I reached over and touched her shoulder. She let me
do it. I scooted closer and ran my hand over the soft perfect curve of her hip.
Then I picked up her hand and kissed it while saying; “I hope you like my
Bohemian just as much as I love your French?”
She closed her eyes. I buzzed in even closer and
kissed her perfect nipple, sucking it gently into plumpness, licking it like an
ice-cream cone, up and up, all the way around, greedy not to lose a single
drip.
My hand, meanwhile, continued its exploration: her
posterior nether regions, her lower thigh, the long, lovely valley between her
legs. And at its head a trim, tidy meadow, smooth and soft. And running the
length of the meadow, a pleasant little valley of delights. And as my fingers
probed, the banks of the valley gently yielded to reveal a secret pathway, warm
and moist and promising. And as my fingers explored, the pathway got deeper and
moister; until I found myself at the entrance of a secret cavern, warm and
slippery, deep and exciting.
“Belle, mademoiselle, Oui.”
She was swooning.
I rolled onto her and laid my chest on her tit’s
slowly. I kissed her neck gently and nibbled her earlobe while the weight of my
body settled upon her. She spread her legs wide and wrapped her arms under
mine, then pulled me up, while wrapping her calves around my thighs. My stiff
cock was at the right place.
Now; I know you're supposed to go slow, but
sometimes you just can't help yourself. I hoisted myself up her and she guided
my turgid cock to her warm, slippery entrance. In I plunged. She clamped her
thighs, she clamped her arms. I scooted myself a little further up, the way
Miss Latimer had taught us.
Her thighs were so warm and welcoming, her nipples
so insistent against my chest, her cavern so tight and yet so slick. I closed
my eyes and concentrated on the task at hand. I was the brawny foundry man,
thrusting my ingot of steel into the insistent slippery squeeze of her rolling
mill, thrusting it in; and drawing it out. Thrusting it in until it finally
exploded in a hail of fiery sparks, a blissful shower of molten droplets.
I couldn't really tell if Gretchen had come or not.
She'd gotten wet, she'd let me in, she'd rolled my steel. But whatever she'd
felt herself she'd kept to herself. One of the main lessons that Miss Latimer
was always trying to instill in us was to be aware of our partner's response.
Her Failure to launch.
"Did you come?" I asked.
She didn't reply. I figured she hadn't. But when I
reached over to pet her again she stopped me.
"It's okay," she said.
I cuddled closer. She turned to let me spoon against
her back. I pulled the sheet and blanket up over us and put my arm around her.
But the question still bothered me.
"Can I ask you something?" I asked softly.
She didn't say no.
"When we had sex in class those times I
couldn't really tell either. It always felt like I wasn't doing enough for you.
Was it that way tonight?"
She still didn't reply. She just lay there, soft and
warm in my arms. Okay; if she didn't want to talk about it I wasn't going to
make a federal case. But then she squeezed my arm, ever so slightly.
"It wasn't you, Colt. You’re an amazing lover.”
Then she kissed my hand and laid it to rest on her navel.
Not entirely convincing. But if that was her story,
I wasn't going to argue. I'd just try harder next time. The long day was
catching up to me. The bed was so comfortable. My wrung-out phallus was already
snoozing there between us. I could see Matisse's open window in my mind's eye,
the geraniums, the sailboats rocking in the harbor.
"There's something wrong with my wiring,"
she said quietly. It took me a second to bring my faculties back online.
"I don't feel things the way I'm supposed
to." She was facing away from me, I couldn't see her face.
"When you're inside me I can feel that you're
there, but it does
45 min
July 01 Physical Co-education: Part 1
Physical Co-education: Part 1
Colt Johnson’s prep school coed gym class.
Based on a post by Hector
Bidon. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Forward: The students in this story are
in their final semester of Rhode Heritage Preparatory School ,in Rhode Island.
The school systems in Rhode Island have a custom of waiting until a child is 7
years old, to accept them into first grade. Hence, the 12th grade
class is also a year older, and all of them are 18 years old. Copies of their
birth certificates are on file in the principal's office. Rhode Island has some
other approaches to social issues, like granting tax credits to parents whose
teenage girls are compliant with reliable birth standards. It saves the state
millions in otherwise inevitable welfare programs. Most girls opt for the
implanted hormone, but some chose the IUD. This is also said to be a reason
Rhode Island girls have bigger tits, because of the added hormone-based birth
control. Thank you, governor!
Applied Phys Ed, 4 oh 2.
The girls always took a little longer than we guys
did, to get ready, and so we always had to wait for them to come out. We'd mill
around self-consciously, in the middle of the gym. You put 20 naked guys
together anywhere, and they're going to mill around self-consciously.
Finally the 20 girls would come out, in a single
tight little group. Even clear across the gym you could see that they were
naked too; bare legs, bare feet, bare chests, bare everything. They shuffled
their way toward us, just as self-conscious as we were.
There was Gretchen Portland, who just fifteen
minutes ago in Civics class had answered a tough question about the Supreme
Court protocols, with the confidence of a National Merit semifinalist, now
embarrassed to have the whole world see that her tits and her ass were just as
perfect as her SAT scores.
There was Nancy Wilson, who sat beside me in
Calculus, blushing for all she was worth and trying to remain inconspicuous in
the middle of the pack.
There was Harriet Thompson, whom I'd known since
kindergarten, trying to pretend she didn't mind that I was looking at her
vagina.
And there were our fifteen teenage penises, fully
exposed, nowhere to hide, getting more and more self-conscious with every step
closer they took.
Senior Phys Ed.
Phys Ed had been segregated since middle school, but
in fall Senior Phys Ed, 4 oh 1; they focused on social applications, like mixed
doubles tennis, coed variants of many sports, and such We wore our gym clothes;
and so did the girls. Mr. Palmer, our phys ed teacher, had a teaching
assistant; Miss Olson. She was an athlete on the college gymnastics team, but
now in the grad school education program, getting her master’s degree. The
girls loved her enthusiasm and the guys loved her petite energetic and outgoing
spirit. In November and December, they started the social and cultural dance
units; teaching us a multitude of dances. We got to wear our usual school
uniforms for those two months. Just before holiday break, the fine arts
department put on a choir and drama production. Between the music and
drama, Mr. Palmer and Miss Olson put on a cultural dance exhibition, then
invited the audience to join the students in the foyer, for waltzes. The
students were instructed to dance with a class partner for the first dance,
then go into the surrounding crowd to select a new dance partner for the second
song. After 4 songs, the DJ thanked the crowd and invited them back into the
auditorium for the drama club’s presentation.
After the holiday break, we had a new semester, and
Phys ed 4 oh 2. The university sent a different teaching assistant for the
spring semester. She’s doing her internship for a masters degree in physical
education. Miss Latimer instantly became the object of every guy’s sex
fantasies. Her D cup tits and wide ass are separated by a very narrow
waistline. The class uniform was now the swimwear approved by the school.
The guy’s swimsuits are a snug golden spandex brief,
without lining. Girls approved swim uniforms are maroon tankini sets. Again,
without liners. Miss Latimer wore the same Tankini for the aquatic units of the
semester. Her most amazing feature is her huge nipples, which become erect
whenever she experiences a change in skin temperature.
First aquatic units include lifesaving and water
safety. Miss Latimer handled much of that. We sat on the edge of the shallow
end of the pool. She got in the waist high water, inducing the goose pimples
and massive nipple erections. The guys; and some of the girls, had a hard time
remembering most of what she said. I lost count of how many times she said;
“pay attention!” In addition, she taught traditional swimming and diving skills,
After those units, she generally stayed out of the pool, but guys figured out
creative ways to induce that catalyst and observe the physiological phenomena.
The girls occasionally got grabby with each
other during chicken fights. It was a delight to watch, because you never knew
when a tankini ‘wardrobe malfunction’ would happen. We eventually figured out
that some girls delighted in having their top ‘rearranged’ in front of the
class. Melissa Paxton was the first to get her top yanked completely off. The entire
class roared in laughter, but when Melissa got out of the pool, Tankini in
hand, she stood near the ladder and bowed to the applause, then jiggled her C
cup tits, as an encore.
Melissa set a great precedent. The other girls
seemed to take it in stride when they got exposed. Karen yanked Harriet’s
tankini and pulled it up right away, leaving her bare B cup tits wiggling for
the entirety of the match that she and Bill finally won. Karen blamed Carl for
being distracted by the titty show. Carl retorted; “You’re the one who
brilliantly thought it was a winning strategy to expose her, Karen!”
After the aquatic phase, and spring break; our final
8 weeks of Phys ed were the hygiene and reproductive units. They were conducted
in the nude.
Inspections.
Mr. Palmer blew his whistle. We formed up into two
parallel lines, using the red volleyball attack line stripes. The boys on one
line, the girls on the other attack line, facing us. Mr. Palmer had played
volleyball in college and took it for granted that everyone knew. He called the
roll, strutting up and down, in his faded gym shorts and open-mesh jersey. His
busty teaching assistant from the state university, Miss Latimer, stood to the
side.
After roll call came the inspection. Mr. Palmer
inspected the girls, and Miss Latimer inspected the boys. Miss Latimer was just
a couple years out of college herself, with a perky, athletic figure and a
jaunty blonde ponytail. She was wearing baby blue cotton shorts and a navy
sports top.
We boys were supposed to keep our cocks and our
balls clean-shaven, and our upper pelvic pubic hair trimmed to regulation
length. Miss Latimer had told us that most girls these days, herself included,
found the shaven look to be much more attractive than the unruly rats' nests
we'd had at the beginning of the semester. Needless to say, nobody wanted to be
seen as unattractive in Miss Latimer's eyes. We all took our grooming pretty
seriously.
She walked down the line, scrutinizing each of us in
turn. Most of us still couldn't make it through the inspection without getting
a boner. She just took them in stride, knowing we couldn't really help
ourselves. In fact, it made the inspection a little easier for her.
If she was satisfied with your trim; no missed
spots, no errant hairs; she'd look up and give you a friendly nod of approval.
Her eye would always have a little twinkle in it, as if to say that, just
between the two of you, she wasn't really as immune to your manliness as she
was pretending to be.
Meanwhile, Mr. Palmer was inspecting the girls. The
code for them was about the same as it was for us. They had to shave or wax
their vulvas and keep their pubic hair trim and tidy. But they also had to
shave their legs. Mr. Palmer made it a point to run his hand over each girl's
thigh, front and back. He never touched anything else, but he always felt their
thighs. For whatever reason, he always seemed more embarrassed than they did.
In fairness to Mr. Palmer, and all male teachers,
the system and culture is stacked against all male teachers. No one dreads the
‘p’ word more than male educators. But it doesn’t stop there. Mr. Palmer could
face assault charges for what he does, but no female teacher would face such
scrutiny of their conduct. Even the occasional felony case against a teacher
for sexual misconduct is treated vastly different. Convictions against men are
almost a slam-dunk. And incarceration sentences are 500% higher for male
teachers having sex with students.
And let’s face it; female teachers who seduce
students are often thanked by the student. Hell, the boys brag about screwing
the woman!
So Mr. Palmer does not enjoy inspecting teen girl’s
cunts. Even if his huge boner says otherwise.
Warmups.
After inspection, Mr. Palmer always lines the
students up on the volleyball lines, guys on one side of the court; girls on
the other. Half on the attack lines, and half on the back boundary service
lines. The 6 climbing ropes were suspended from the rafters above the tumbling
mats, which were laid between the lines on the gym floor.
He started us off with calisthenics: jumping jacks,
running in place, jazzercise, and Miss Latimer even introduced us to basics of
yoga. Because our two lines faced each other, we couldn't help but see the way
the girls' boobies bounced around during these jumping jacks. Nor could we help
letting them see the flipping and flopping of our cocks. It was an object
lesson for all of us never to take ourselves, or each other; too seriously.
Then more stretches. Then pushups. Then leg raises,
up, then spread wide, then halfway back and hold it. This was the most
entertaining part of the calisthenics Great views of cocks and cunts, but
because of the physical depletion, none of the guys were turgid. Finally, 20
sit ups. Everyone trying not to be last. Nobody was thinking much about cocks
and boobies now. Glycolytic depletion, or physical exertion; turns out to be a
pretty powerful libido suppressant. Finally, mercifully, Mr. Palmer blew his
whistle. We collapsed to the mats.
As we lay there panting, Miss Latimer read out the
partners for the day. The guys and gals found each other, grabbed a clean,
folded sheet from Mr. Palmer, and lined up along the two court sideline. The
girls got to see us guys’ baseline cock size. We got to see their retracted
nipples. Bid deal! Later, we’d get some gauge of how impacting our activities
changed our physical ‘enthusiasm.’.
Today, I got Meg Billig. Meg was one of the more
reserved girls in class, someone you didn't always think of, right off the bat.
But, in fact, she was not a bad person to have as a partner. She was trim and
reasonably fit, with pretty, petite tits and pretty chestnut hair; bobbed, just
above her chin. And, actually, a sweet, shy smile that kind of reminded me of
the little mermaid. She smiled shyly as we paired up. “Hello, Colt Johnson.”
The blood was starting to find its way back to
my tallywhacker. And back, apparently, to her pretty mermaid nipples, as well.
Team Competitions.
The day's activity was rope climbing. It was set up
like a race to keep things exciting. Three pairs of students on each rope. We
had Donny Morgan on our team, so there was no way we were going to win. But at
least we could shoot for not coming in last. Kenny and Marcus were on the coed
cheer squad, so they were very fit and athletic. Pete is a wrestler, but a
heavy weight, so we might beat him in the rope climb relay.
When it was our turn, Meg went first. She grabbed
the rope, jumped up on the knot, reached higher, hauled herself up a good
several feet, wrapped the rope around her leg, and stepped on it with her other
foot to brace for the next haul.
From my vantage point below it was a pretty explicit
lesson in neuromuscular movement science; the strain and release of her biceps
and shoulders, the flexing of her ass, the tautness of her calves. And of
course I couldn't help but notice the pursing and un-pursing of her pretty anus
as well. It's kind of intimate, I guess, to be given such a close-up view of
your classmate's private parts. But it's kind of sweet too.
Eight pulls and she touched the bar, then carefully
segmented back down, breathing deeply, her chest deeply flushed. No one wants a
rope burn.
"Good job," I called as she dropped down
and I jumped up. I used to worry about my equipment getting tangled up in the
rope, but that doesn't really happen. I concentrated on climbing and tried not
to be too self-conscious about the anatomy lesson I was providing to Meg and
the other girls.
Four pairs to a team; each pair, in rotation. The
first climber on each of the 5 teams went to the back of the line and wore a
‘captain’ ball cap; so we could keep track of how each team was doing. First
and second place were pretty well assured, but we battled hard for third and
won it by half a rope. Bashful shoulder hugs all around.
Positions of Kamasutra.
The last 40 minutes of class was for Kamasutra. The
position of the day was something called the Catherine wheel. This was the most
nerve-wracking part of the class, hoping to avoid being chosen for the
demonstration. Fortunately, Mr. Palmer called on Ned Baker and Susan Carson.
They went sheepishly forward, and the rest of us breathed a collective sigh of
relief.
It was one of those complicated Kamasutra positions,
and Mr. Palmer and Miss Latimer had to go over it a couple of times to get Ned
and Susan arranged the way they wanted them. Ned ended up sort of half sitting
on the mat, half lounging back on one elbow, with her sitting on his lap and
leaning back on both of her arms. She had her legs wrapped around his middle,
and he had one of his legs hooked around her waist. The demonstration never
involved actual penetration, and so Ned's erect cock was sticking out
perpendicularly, poking between Susan's thighs. The two of them were red with
embarrassment.
"You're on top in this position, ladies,"
lectured Mr. Palmer. "You control the action. Brace yourself with your
arms and thrust yourself back and forth." Susan did her best to
illustrate, hyper aware that what everyone was looking at was the way her pussy
lips kept kissing up to the underside of Ned's rigid cock, with a clear glaze
of precum running down from the tip.
"But you boys have to help," Miss Latimer
chimed in. "Use your leg and your free hand to guide your partner's
movement." Presumably, that's what Ned was trying to do.
"You can also use your hand to stimulate her
manually," Mr. Palmer continued.
"To gently caress her clitoris and her
tits," Miss Latimer explained. Susan's slit was already glistening. Ned
brought his hand up and teased it gently.
"Although you can't so easily reach her nipples
very well in this position," Mr. Palmer clarified.
"Unless you try," said Miss Latimer, a bit
sarcastically, and more to Mr. Palmer, than to us. Ned reached up and easily
petted Susan's tit. Mr. Palmer blushed. We loved the way that the two of them
bantered back and forth during the demonstrations. It was pretty clear that
they tried out all the positions themselves ahead of class, and chose the final
9. We liked to think that underneath their no-nonsense demeanors, they were
really kind of sweet on each other.
"The main thing, boys," Miss Latimer went
on, leveling with us now, in her sincere, if-only-someone-had-told-us-when-we-were-eighteen
voice, "is to make sure to provide your partner with what she needs.
That's the real secret of coupling. She's listening to a different drumbeat
than you are. Try to remember that. Do your best to pick up on it, too."
Even though Ned's cock and Susan's pussy were only
in superficial contact, her thrusting and his petting did indeed seem to be
striking the right chord. She had her eyes half closed and was no longer paying
any attention to the instructors, or to her audience. A good demonstration can
be more sexually arousing than a porno movie, and pairs of students were distracting
each other.
“Pay attention to the demonstration, students!” Mr.
Palmer barked.
42 min
June 30 The Insatiable Virgin: Part 2
The Insatiable Virgin: Part 2.
Will she come back for more?
The Insatiable Virgin: Part 1.
Can a 'sheltered' Girl ever get enough?
Based on a post by Ainu.
Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy
Stories.

The awakened appetite.
The next day it's mid-afternoon when she shows up at
my door again. She skipped the last class at school to get here
early. "Lets get naked Ben," she says as soon as she's in
the door, "and up in the bedroom." So we do, leaving a
trail of clothes across the room and up the stairs. In the bedroom
she grabs my now erect cock. "I've been thinking of this all
day," she says, "I couldn't keep my mind on the classwork
at all, I'm glad I'm about to graduate because school doesn't matter
as much as you anymore." She's then on her knees, one hand
holding my balls while she holds my cock with the other hand and
starts swallowing it. She pulls back a moment and looking at my cock
not my face, says, "I'm so hungry for this," and
immediately gets most of my cock back into her mouth again.
The first time she did this I hadn't cum in several
days and even then by my own hand. This time, I was pretty much
drained the evening before so I last longer, which she seems to love.
She's sucking and slurping and sliding her hand on my cock, really
giving me a work out. I discover that I'm almost involuntarily trying
to fuck her mouth, pushing back at her. When I first do that her eyes
look up at me so I know she can tell what I'm doing but then she's
looking down again and working her mouth and fingers on me. When I
finally cum, she keeps me in her mouth, swallowing every drop and
slowly using her lips to milk the last drops out of me. "I
really love your cock, Ben," she says, "I'll never get
enough of it."
"Well, I'm not sure I'll ever get enough of you,
either," I say as I help lift her up and get her on the edge of
the bed so that I can kneel down between her legs and get my face and
fingers to her pussy. "I could eat you for breakfast, lunch and
dinner," I tell her just before getting my tongue to her and
licking up and down. I slide a finger into her and start finger
fucking her as I concentrate my mouth on her clit, licking and
sucking. I really do like licking her. I had said "eating"
her, which I've heard used and to some extent that's what I do. I
mean I don't bite and chew her but I use my lips to suck her whole
pussy at times and then get back to grabbing and pulling on her
little clit, that begins to stick out a little, sort of like a worm.
She obviously likes it all because she never stops making noises and
she has both hands on my head, holding me to her, urging me on. In a
couple minutes, with a loud scream, she's cumming, lets go of my head
and pulls her hips back some, indicating she's done. I lick my face a
little, now covered with her stuff and sit back.
"Ben, that's so terrific, I hope you do that a
lot. But now, I'm so, so ready to have you in me. Let's fuck,
please."
Well, I'm kneeling on the floor, my face inches from
her delicious pussy that I just brought to an orgasm, so I
straightened up some, got my erect cock aimed at her extremely ready
pussy and pushed my way into her. It's a very tight fit even though
she's as lubricated as possible. She moans and aahs as I push and
push all the way into her. I use my legs and hands to lift her butt a
little and start pushing her further onto the bed, using my cock
inside her as my main point of attack. We finally got on enough that
I could get myself up on the bed, too and start to seriously fuck
her.
We last and last. She pushes back, grunts, yells a
little, I just keep on pounding into her as hard as I can. It's
almost like work for both of us, we're actually perspiring a little.
But it's the best work of our lives. The feelings are largely
physical, of my cock moving inside her tight, moist insides. But
they're also mental. I've read that the brain is the main sexual
organ and I think it's true. The emotions whirring away inside me are
way more than the physical feeling. And then she cums, I can feel her
insides grasping me tighter, but I just keep fucking, pounding into
her over and over. She's yelling and lifting her hips to push back
until finally I cum, too. Push into as far as possible and just stay
there, feeling myself shooting off. I sort of collapse on top of her.
Actually I hold myself up with my arms but let my body lay on her,
the two naked bodies, wet with perspiration, sticking to each other.
I kiss her and we just look at one another as we cool
down. She finally says, "I have to get home, my Mom's expecting
me to come straight from school. But I'll be back. This evening
probably but tomorrow for sure." So we disengage from each
other, go downstairs and we both dress and I kiss her good bye at the
door.
She doesn't come back that evening. I wonder a little
if there's anything wrong but I also realize that she can't spend
every minute here. So I keep busy on my computer, developing a new
product that takes tons of code and finally get to bed a little late.
The next morning I'm having a bowl of cereal for breakfast when I
hear my front door open and close and she calls out, "Ben?"
"In here," I say and turn to see her come
almost running into the kitchen. She almost knocks the chair and me
over because she jumps onto my lap and kisses me, her legs on either
side of me. I put my arms around her and kiss her back.
"I'm sorry I didn't get here last evening,"
she says. "My Mom had me involved in a dress she's making for my
graduation. I graduate next week. I'd invite you to the graduation
but we had to ask for tickets about a month ago so I only have two
for my parents. I told my parents I was coming to use your computer
so I could look for a good job after I graduate and I'd probably be
here for hours. I even told them that you'd probably give me lunch.
Now can we get naked and on the bed and start on each other again?
Please, huh?"
As each time before, as soon as we're naked she goes
for my cock. She seems to have built up a strong desire to suck my
cock during the hours we're apart. I've never experienced it with
anyone else but I can't imagine it being a better experience with
anyone else. She really loves what she's doing and goes at it with
gusto, sucking and slurping and using her fingers to help jerk me
off. When I finally ejaculate, which she appears to really want, she
swallows everything I give her.
Since my cock is now soft, I do what seems like the
only sexy thing available. I eat her. She obviously loves this and
tells me so each time I do it. Oddly, I love it too and don't really
understand why. Then, when I finally get her to cum, I'm hard again
and we fuck. This time, she starts on top, sitting on me, then once
she cums again we switch and I get on top and do her in standard
missionary position until I cum. This time, she cums again before I
do. Then we're laying there holding one another basking in the
enjoyment of everything that's just happened.
"Ben, I need to ask you, is what we're doing
just playing or is it serious?"
"I'm not sure what you mean."
"Am I your girl friend now or just another piece
of ass?"
"You're not just another piece of ass at all,
Marie. I'm 26 years old and you're the first girl I've ever been
with. I wouldn't be with you if you hadn't asked me to. So, I don't
think I'd ever get up the nerve to be like this with anyone else.
Besides, you're very attractive with a very sexy body and I think
you're even more horny than I am. So, I'd be happy if you would be my
girl friend."
"That means I'm only with you and you're only
with me, right?"
"Right," I reply and kiss her, fondling her
lovely, firm butt. She reaches down to grasp my cock and play with it
a little, trying to urge me back into an erection.
"You're not going to be ready for a little while
are you?"
"Probably not."
She sits up and moves to sit astride me. "You
said once you'd like to eat me for breakfast, lunch and dinner. So
maybe you could do me again." With this she starts inching her
way up my body on her knees, bringing her pussy up to my face. So I
grab her butt and hold her to me and get my tongue into her and start
licking and she grins really big and sort of hums in happiness. She's
a little more gamey than other times. We've just finished fucking a
few minutes before. But I get at it and discover than I actually like
it even better than ever. Holding her butt I lift my head a little to
really get my mouth working on her, sucking and licking. I'm not
finger fucking her just eating her.
Maybe because I'm not fingering her or maybe because
she's just not quite ready, I get to eat her for a while longer than
usual. She makes all sorts of happy noises. Or noises that I know
mean happy, she actually sounds as if she might be in pain, and
finally her bottom starts to sort of wiggle and she sits on me a
little harder and I can feel her juices flowing onto my face. She
pulls back and looks down at me, grinning. "Ben, I hope you
liked that because I loved it. You're so good at it." With that
she reaches back and feels my cock, that's now erect, and grins some
more and, on her knees, inches her way back to get her pussy right
above my cock and then sits on it, taking me up into her.
We fuck and fuck. We change positions. She cums a
couple times before I do. And then we're laying there, holding one
another, tired for the moment. I remember something she'd said
yesterday. "Marie, you said you were going to look for a job."
"Yeah, probably with the city or county,
something secure."
"You've done well at school, I would think.
You're very good with computers."
"Oh, yeah, I made good grades. But now I need to
find a way to earn a living."
"Aren't you going to college?"
"No. No one in my family has ever done that. We
don't have that kind of money."
"Wouldn't you like to?"
"Well, I've thought it might be nice to be a
teacher but I've never given it any serious thought. I just don't
have that kind of money. I couldn't go to school and not earn money,
or just work part time and make a small amount of money, and pay for
college. It's just not possible."
"How about if I paid for you to go to college?"
"Ben, you realize that it costs something like
five or six thousand dollars a quarter even at the local state
school. That means fifteen or eighteen thousand a year for four years
or more. I mean it could be sixty or seventy thousand dollars. And
I'd still have to eat and have a place to live."
"Live with me. I can pay that kind of money. And
we can have sex all the time you're not in school."
She just looks at me and kisses me. and reaches for
my cock again. "I wish you could get hard quicker," she
says and kisses me again. She kisses down onto my chest, still
playing with my cock. She moves a little to get her face nearer to my
cock. "It's weird how much it changes. It can be so big and
stiff and really fuckable and now it's shrunk and is sort of wrinkly
and a lot softer." She uses one hand on my balls and continues
to sort of pull on my cock a little with the other and just play
around with it. "Could I suck on it and make it hard again?"
she asks, looking up at me for a moment.
"I don't know. I've never had anyone try. It
might and it might not. Getting hard is just a matter of filling it
with blood so maybe you could suck blood into it."
She gets her face right to my cock and takes the soft
thing into her mouth. I can feel her mouth sucking on me, her tongue
moving around licking me. I can feel that it does something, maybe
not getting me instantly erect but causing it to grow a little at
least. She looks up at me, my cock still in her mouth, and sort of
grins, her mouth changing shape around the mass in her mouth. She
continues to suck and it continues to grow. It gets big enough that
she starts moving her head up and down, sucking but sort of milking
it, drawing even more blood into it. It takes a couple minutes but
I'm fully up again. She removes her mouth and looks up at me with the
biggest grin, proudful that she's accomplished something. "I did
it!" she exclaims, "It's all ready to fuck me again!"
And with that she moves around to straddle me and poise herself above
her handiwork and sit down on it, taking it up into herself. She lets
out an aah and grins again, feeling it fill her.
I'll never get enough of being on the bottom,
watching her sexy body fucking me, her riding me, her face going
through all the stages leading up to the ecstasy of another orgasm.
When she does cum, she again almost collapses on top of me, her tits
resting on me, her stomach against me. It's even sexy just laying
there feeling her body against mine. But I'm still erect and wanting
more so I manage to roll us over and start into her again in
missionary position. I begin to realize that I might be able to fuck
for a very long time. I can just tell how my cock feels, moving in
her. So I pound into her as hard as I can and in another few minutes
she's howling and having still another orgasm.
I pull out, get her to roll over and start into her
again, this time from the back. As happened yesterday, I get into
some sort of animal rutting mode and start to just piston into her as
fast and hard as I can, up fairly straight behind her, holding on to
her hips with my hands. I can feel her cumming another couple times
and just keep right on banging into her. Every time I push in she's
pushing out so we really wham our bodies together. She's grunting and
I'm grunting. We sound a little like a sound track for a tennis
match, the way people grunt when they hit the ball. I don't know how
long I last, it might have been a half hour or more and I finally
cum. I feel like I'm done forever. Totally drained and exhausted.
She's rolled half on to me again, her pussy on my
thigh is leaking our fluids. My one hand is on her butt. Her round,
firm, smooth butt. I think we'd both like to kiss but are almost too
worn out to do anything but lay there. Finally, she says, "Ben,
this is so great. This is what life is supposed to be. Sex
constantly. We can keep this up all day."
"Marie, I doubt if I can do this as often as you
want. You know, couples do something other than have sex all the
time. You can't have a constant high or else the high becomes
standard. You have to have some lows so you can appreciate the highs.
Lots and lots of couples don't even have sex every day, maybe only a
few times a week."
"Well," she says, and grins at me, "Maybe
when they're older. I'm not sure my parents ever have sex any more. I
used to hear them when I was a kid but I don't hear anything any
more. And I know from reading that some married couples only have sex
every couple days. But that doesn't mean we can't do it more often.
At least for now. Maybe twenty years from now we'll slow down, too.
But I would love to have sex all day every day."
I groaned. "Marie, you might kill me. I
absolutely couldn't fuck you now if someone held a gun to my head.
But it must be lunch time. Maybe if we eat something and rest awhile
I'll feel different."
We go to the kitchen, both naked. We both have a bowl
of cereal and then she makes us tuna sandwiches. Eating naked is very
different. Looking at her body arouses me some. Maybe I'm going to be
able to do more than I thought possible a half hour ago. We put
everything in the dishwasher. She jumps up and sits on the counter,
facing me, and spreads her legs. "You said once that you'd like
to eat me for lunch. So maybe you could have your desert now, huh?"
There's her pink pussy winking at me so I dive in and go to work with
my tongue and lips.
I eat her for all I'm worth. Finger fucking, licking,
sucking, grabbing her clit with my lips and pulling on it. It doesn't
take long and she's having another orgasm. I haven't kept count but
there have been plenty today. Maybe this will finally satisfy her.
How much sex can a person want? Well, I find out because when I'm
done and she's cum all over my face she sits on my lap and wiggles
her bottom trying to discover if I'm hard enough to fuck her. I am,
amazingly. So she lifts up a little and sits back down, taking my
cock into her. I grab her ass, holding her in place and stand up,
slowly and carefully. I need to watch my balance.
I manage a few steps with her sitting on my cock, her
legs around my butt. I get to the wall and push her up against it and
start to fuck her, both of us standing up. It's actually a lot better
than I expected. Her weight keeps her on my cock. My trying to shove
up into her means I'm lifting her body some with each push and as I
pull back, her weight drops some so I push her back up with the next
in stroke. It's a lot of work but it's also very sexy. After several
strokes she starts trying to use her legs that are around me as
leverage to help the in/out function some. No matter how we fuck she
always finds a way to contribute to the action. I've realized that
she's hornier than me, needs more action than I do. But I can sure
try to keep her satisfied.
She finally cums, still again. Since we're in
position, I kiss her and then slowly work us apart so she can get her
feet on the floor. I get her to turn around and use her hands to lean
against the wall, her butt sticking out so that I can shove back into
her again. Here we go again, my being a rutting animal just pounding
into her as fast and hard as I can, her pushing back, wanting all the
action possible. This time I bet I really do last twenty minutes or
more. It seems almost like forever.
After I finally cum and she must have peaked a half
dozen times, I back up and sit on a kitchen chair and tell her,
"Marie, I'm done. I can't do it anymore. You've worn me out. You
should be sore by now, your pussy has had more action in the last two
days than most women get in a month. Maybe a year. I don't think I'll
be able to get another erection for hours, maybe twenty four hours.
She kisses me. "I am a little sore. But it's a
very nice sore, I hope to keep it sore. I've loved every minute. But
maybe I need to go home and keep my mother from worrying about me.
Why don't you take a nap." She gets dressed and leaves.
While she dressed I put on some underwear and a pair
of pants and then lay down on the couch. I 'm drained. I 'm awakened
by some knocking on my front door. Banging, really. A little
disoriented I realized it's dark so I must have slept for several
hours. I open the door and Marie's mother is there, Marie behind
giving me a shrug, like "I couldn't stop her." I don't
really know Marie's family well but since we've been in the same
neighborhood since I was born I recognize all of them and have made
minor little conversation at various times. Anyway, her mother storms
in, sort of shoving me out of the way.
"You've stolen my daughter's virginity and now
you want to make a whore of her, paying her for sex! I never realized
how evil you are!"
I look at Marie and get the shrug again. "Yes,
Marie and I have had sex but she more than agreed to it, I haven't
seduced anyone. And I'm not trying to make a whore of her."
"You're offering to pay her way to college as
long as she keeps on having sex with you. That's paying her for sex!"
"I just think she's a smart person and should
have every opportunity to make as much of herself as possible.
College would be good for her."
"You've already ruined her and you're dangling
goodies in front of her to keep her your whore!"
I hadn't thought any of this through at all but I
knew in the back of my mind that I wanted to continue fucking Marie
and she wanted to continue fucking me and that I wanted her in some
more permanent manner than sneaking around. So I did something that
isn't like me and decided to take a shot. I go to Marie and take her
hand and kneel on the floor in front of her. "Marie, I love you.
Will you marry me and spend the rest of your life with me?"
Marie smiles really huge and exclaims, "Yes!
Certainly yes!" I stand up and we hold each other and kiss.
Marie then looks at her mother and says, "Does this solve your
problems? Now go home and let Ben and me prove how much we love each
other." Her mother also smiles and nods and almost runs out the
door, closing
27 min
June 29 The Insatiable Virgin: Part 1
The Insatiable Virgin: Part 1.
Can a 'sheltered' Girl ever get enough?
Based on a post by Ainu.
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Stories.

School Friends.
I was an only child of older parents who provided me
with almost everything I ever desired. We lived in a house that was
in a lower middle class, working-guy neighborhood. Good place, low in
crime, neighbors who knew everyone and kept track of each other. I
had an interest from day one in mechanical things, technical stuff,
how things are put together. It's how I've ended up a techno-geek, a
computer programmer, an inventor.
When I was about ten, in fourth grade, I was walking
home from school and a little girl, maybe two years old, was in the
yard of a house down the street. She saw me and came out to the
sidewalk. "I'm Marie," she said, "Who are you?"
"I'm Ben," I answered, "Glad to meet
you Marie," and went on my way. From then on every time we saw
each other it would be "Hi, Ben" and Hi, Marie". By
the time I was in high school Marie was in grade school. I had my
first computer then and somehow she found out and showed up one time
asking if she could do some school project on it. She didn't know
diddly about computers so I actually did the work under her
direction. From then on, she would come by to use my computer. I went
on to college locally, gradually obtained several more advanced
computers, and she actually learned how to use a computer. So her
coming by regularly continued.
For whatever reason, I liked her. Her using my
computers never bothered me. I guess she liked me, even though there
was a big age difference. No one in her family or mine was bothered
by her spending a fair amount of time with me. My parents, or at
least one of them, were always around.
Starting in high school, I became serious about being
in good physical shape. I ran track. As I got older, I started using
gyms and working out regularly and I've kept it up.
My father died when I was in college. I graduated and
went to work using my computer programming knowledge but kept living
at home. Another guy I worked with and me developed a new product.
Our employer, as was agreed with all of us techno types, paid us
royalties as the product became popular. That made us realize that we
could have made a huge amount more if we owned the product. So, we
started any additional development after work, on our own, and
eventually did well, quit our jobs and became entrepreneurs. About
then, my mother died.
I still lived at home. Marie still came by to use my
computers. By then she was in high school. Very athletic, she ran
track as I did in school and also was on the varsity soccer team. So
she was and is in good physical shape, although at the time I didn't
pay much attention to that aspect of her. I was and still am pretty
much a loner. Never dated girls. Sort of wanted to but wanted to be
on my own even more. Eventually I started looking at some porn on my
computer and would masturbate as I watched people fucking. I almost
paid for sex a couple times but always backed out first. Each time I
came up with some reason or another.
Anyway, this one day Marie is here, using my
computer. I'm in another room using my laptop. I spend a lot of time
on computers. I make very good money because of that. For whatever
reason, I look up a porn site and am watching a guy and girl get
naked and start doing things with each others' sex organs. I guess
I'm concentrating on the porn and not paying much attention elsewhere
because all of a sudden, from right behind me, Marie's voice says,
"Would you do that?" At the moment, 'that' was the guy
licking the girls pussy very rapidly.
I jump. I'm scared to some extent, embarrassed even
more that I had been caught. I slam the laptop shut. "I'm sorry
Marie," I blurt out.
"You don't have to be sorry, I look at that
stuff, too. It's just that I've never done it even though I'd like
to. Do you do stuff like that? I mean, would you use your mouth and
fingers on a woman like that?"
"I don't think we should be talking like this,"
I say. I'm sure I'm red in the face. "You're too young."
Before I can say anything else, she interrupts. "I'm
not too young. I'm eighteen. And in case you haven't noticed, I'm a
full grown woman. I'm ready to be doing stuff like that. Open your
lap top and lets both look at some more."
"Open the lap top?" Even as I say it I know
it's weak but this isn't anything that I have ever imagined would
happen.
"Yeah. You like to watch it, I like to watch it.
So why not?"
It makes me look at Marie as I'd never done before.
She's right. She's a very attractive female. Maybe not movie star
gorgeous but fairly tall and in good physical shape, sort of long and
lithe. "But you're female and I'm male, we shouldn't be together
watching anything like this."
She lets out a little laugh. "That's so lame,
Ben. Two people of the opposite sex are exactly who ought to watch
this stuff together. If they manage to get turned on enough they
should then do those things with each other."
"You and me?"
"Yes. Definitely. I've always liked you. You've
always seemed to like me. We're both old enough. It's not like both
of us don't want to. It's just a matter of admitting it and doing
something about it. "
"In fact, you're very attractive, Marie but I'm
a lot older and you should be doing all this with someone your own
age."
"What are you now, twenty six? That's not too
old. But you never answered my question, would you do that? Like that
guy was doing?"
"Uh, I don't know whether I should answer you or
not but, truthfully, no, I've never done that. I've thought about it
and think that I'd probably like to but I've never done it or
anything like it."
"Well I was asking because I'd absolutely love
to have that done. I've fantasized about it over and over. I've also
fantasized about doing things to a guy, too. But I've never done it
either, probably for the same reasons as you. I want to but I've
never had the nerve to let a guy get at me. I guess I'm a little
afraid of what might happen." And then we just sit there for a
moment and look at each other. "Just open the computer and let
us both watch a couple scenes, huh?"
I know I'm making a mistake but I do what she says.
As the picture shows up he's still got his face to her, his tongue
working really fast. "She's shaved," Marie says, "I'm
not. Is it important for the girl to be shaved, Ben?"
I tear my eyes away from the computer for a moment.
"I don't know. It probably doesn't make a lot of difference.
You'd taste the same either way. Maybe it's a little easier or
something, though." She grins at me. I turn back to watch. The
guy has slid up over the girl and she reaches down and helps aim him
into her and they start fucking.
"His thing looks pretty big but it seems to
slide right in," she says. "I wonder if it always goes that
easy."
"They're both paid. They both probably do this
several times a day for the cameras. Probably it wouldn't be as easy
if you hadn't just finished doing this a couple times earlier. From
what I've read, the first time, particularly, needs to be done with
more care. Her first time was probably years ago, though."
Marie gives a little laugh again. "I never
thought of that. They're pros, they do this all the time. Look at how
she's reacting, I've always thought that meant she's having a really
good orgasm. Is she really just acting?"
"I don't know. I can't imagine that she doesn't
feel something even of she's done it an awful lot."
The guy pulls out and the girl moves around to take
his cock into her mouth. She starts bobbing her head back and forth,
working her lips on his cock. "You've never answered me, whether
you'd do stuff to a woman but I can tell you I really want to try
what she's doing now. That's very, very sexy I think."
"Well, yes, I would do that to a woman. I think
I would like to very much."
"Look. he's pulling out to cum on her face. Why
do they always show the guy cumming like that?"
"Probably to let the viewer know he's actually
cumming, that it isn't all fake."
"Yeah, probably. I think I'd rather taste it
though. It seems messy on her face."
I can hear her breathing. I look away from the
computer and see that she has her hand down inside her jeans,
fingering herself. I realize again how attractive she is and how sexy
this all is and that she's actually got her fingers in herself. I can
smell it a little. I say something that I never thought I would ever
say to the girl I've known for years. "Can I do that for you?"
"Would you?" she asks, a surprised look on
her face. I don't answer, I reach for the waist of her jeans to start
pulling them down. She lifts her butt a little and lets me pull them
down over her hips. An elastic waist that stretches easily. While I'm
doing this, she grabs the top of her panties, white cotton panties,
to pull them down. "Might as well get both, Ben," she says.
I get them down her legs. She sort of kicks a little to get one shoe
off, then the other. It looks like I might stop so she helps get both
pants down over her feet. She then spreads her legs and I'm looking
right at her hairy pubic area. She uses her fingers to pull herself
open some and I see her pink and red insides, the light glistening on
the wet surface some. I swallow and lean in to get my face to her.
My chin is in down in the couch cushion. Her pussy is
way down between her legs. I can barely get my tongue to her. I lick
up and down a little. "I need you to slide forward some so I can
get at you," I tell her, using my hands to pull on her hips. She
slides forward so that her pussy is almost out over open space. I can
really get at it now. I have no idea what I'm doing. I've watched it
often on the computer so I just keep flicking my tongue over
everything I can.
"Put a finger in me, Ben," she says. I
reach up under my chin and feel around. I really don't know what I'm
doing. She takes one hand away from holding herself open and aims my
hand so my finger finds a spot where it can slide into her. "Yeah,
yeah," she says. "Move it." I do, slide it further in
and a little out and then in again. "Yeah and keep licking."
I can feel with my tongue there's a little bump and when my tongue
hits it she gasps a little, so I work my tongue on it and try and
grab it with my lips. She almost screams. I pull back a moment and
she puts her hand on my head and pulls me back to her, so I keep
finger fucking her and licking.
I'm surprised how much I like this. It's an awkward
position and her hair feels almost like steel wool against my nose
and cheeks as I move around tasting her. And there's not really a lot
of taste, at least not any strong taste. Maybe something like licking
raw meat mught taste like. But somehow, feeling her flesh with my
tongue, feeling her insides with my finger moving in her, is all
very, very sexy. The way her flesh changes, getting wetter and more
engorged, her clit growing, her vagina opening up, and the sounds
she's making as she obviously is feeling this a lot, all make it a
terrific experience that I'll be willing to experience over and over.
"Ohmigod, ohmigod, Yes. Yes." Her hips are
jumping a little, her hand is really holding my head into her. She
gives out a couple little screams and I can feel that my finger is in
a much looser place than before and it's much wetter, she's putting
out some fluid. I start to pull back. "Not yet, not yet, just a
little more please." So I continue to move my finger and suck on
her pussy with my mouth and she gives a louder scream and sort of
collapses. Her hand falls away from my head. I pull back and look at
her.
I'm kneeling on the floor between her legs and I can
feel that my face is sticky with her juices. She's in a heap on the
couch, smiling and looking like she's just run a race, worn out.
"Ben, you're perfect. Give me a couple minutes and I want to do
the same for you."
Then she grins. She starts to unbutton her blouse.
"Ben, that was too good. This can't end up a one time thing.
We're going to spend a lot of time together and we'll both get to do
everything we've ever fantasized about. So we should really get naked
and go to a bedroom where we can be more comfortable. O.k?"
I'm kneeling there, my face about a foot away from
the lovely pussy I was just eating and this pretty girl is asking me
to have more and more sex with her. In a way I wanted to end this
before it got any further but in a much bigger way I wanted exactly
what she'd just described. So I stand up and pull my shirt over my
head and toss it on the floor next to her pants. She has removed her
blouse and is unfastening her bra, then shrugging it down off her
shoulders. I'm looking at the first, live, female tits I've ever
seen. Gorgeous. Maybe not quite as full and plump as some I'd seen on
the net but definitely there, nipples hard and pointing right at me.
I reach to her and take her hand and help her stand up. "Marie,
we may both live to regret this ever happened but let's get on it
with it before I overthink it." I put my arms around her, hold
her close so her bare tits are against my bare chest and kiss her
with my lips still sticky from her pussy juices.
This was the first time we ever kissed. In fact, it
was the first time, at twenty six years old, that I had ever kissed
anyone other than in my family. And it's with a very attractive,
naked, sexy girl! I just keep kissing. I run my hand up and down her
back, feeling the amazing curve off her lower back onto her butt. Her
firm, round butt that feels, as I've heard said, as smooth as a
baby's ass. Just amazing.
"Ben," she almost whispers as we break the
kiss. "Take your clothes off." Then she kisses me again,
her arms around me, her feeling my ass, through my pants, like I had
felt hers. So I hold her and kiss her some more. When we finally
break, I start undoing my belt. She tries to help, making sure that I
know she wants me naked, too, but actually sort of slows the action a
little. But finally my pants and boxer shorts fall down off my hips
onto the floor. She wraps one hand around my very erect cock and
kneels to help get my pants off over my feet and then off to the
side. That lets her turn her attention to my cock, that she's been
holding all through helping get my pants off to the side.
"I've dreamed at night about this. It's bigger
than I thought." She moves her hand back and forth on it, moving
the skin along with her fingers. She uses her other hand to sort of
fondle my balls, feeling them and moving them around in her hand.
"It's perfect," she says and leans forward a little to lick
the head with her tongue. I bet she got a taste of something, as hard
as I am, I'm probably putting out a little something. "Um"
she says, looking up at me and grinning. Then she opens her mouth and
gets her lips around the head and sucks on it. She backs off again
and stares at my cock a second. "I can hardly get my mouth open
wide enough," she says like she's speaking her thoughts out
loud, still looking right at my cock. Then she gets her lips around
it again and slides down my cock, taking as much of it into her mouth
as she can. I can feel the head hitting her throat.
I can hear her almost humming, slurping a little, as
she starts doing what I've seen girls do on the net, sliding her
mouth back and almost off and then forward again, swallowing my cock
again, over and over. I've never felt anything so arousing in my
life. It makes me realize she probably felt something like this when
I was licking and fingering her. I also realize that I'm not going to
last long, this is so much more than any time I've masturbated
myself. "I'm going to cum, Marie," I say out loud. She
makes a sort of wet um-hum while she continues to lick and suck on me
and then I shoot off. I can't tell because it's all going inside her
mouth but it sure feels like the best orgasm I've ever had, probably
giving her a real load.
She pulls her head back, her one hand still holding
my cock, her other my balls, coughs while I shoot some cum on her
face. I'd like to stop and not get it on her but I can't control it.
Her eyes flick up at me and she makes a little grin before opening
her mouth and getting her lips around my cock again while I shoot one
or two more times. She keeps me in her mouth, licking with her tongue
and I know I'm done and say so. She pulls back again and looks up at
me, still holding my cock and balls. "Wow, it was more than I
expected. Next time I'll do better."
"I don't think it can be done any better,
Marie," I tell her. She's licking her lips and I get my hands
under her arm pits and help lift her into a standing position so I
can get my arms around her. I kiss her again. "I bet I taste
funny," she says after the kiss ends.
"I probably tasted funny when I kissed you after
licking you. I love it all. This is so much more than I ever dreamed
about," I tell her and kiss her again, running my hands over as
much of her as possible. "You mentioned going to a bedroom. Why
don't we? Lets' use my Mom & Dad's room, it has a bigger bed than
mine does. We can make it our room, now."
I never moved out of the room I've lived in my whole
life. I have a single bed, actually not a lot more than a cot. My
parents had a big double bed, that always seemed to me to sit high
off the floor. It's that room we go to. I pull the covers back so we
both can climb up onto the sheet covered bed. I start kissing Marie
again and we both lay back. I kiss down onto her shoulders, moving my
hands ahead to her tits. Lovely tits. Half globes on the bottom, the
nipples pointing straight out, almost pointing up a little. The tops
coming down off her shoulders onto the half globes below almost like
ski jumps.
I hold her tits and kiss them, lick the nipples, then
suck on one as I use my fingers on the other then switch to suck on
the other. Marie seems to like what I'm doing, moaning a little. I
love what I'm doing, getting at her perfect body. I kiss on down over
her stomach, her very firm stomach. I think she knows where I'm
heading. Or maybe she just wants me to head there. She pull her legs
back, her knees almost to her shoulders, and I'm looking at her pussy
again. I use both hands to pull the hair back, opening her a little
so that I see her pink insides.
I get my face into her and lick up and down. She
moans louder. One hand comes onto the back of my head. Her insides
seem to become more engorged, almost open up on their own. I get both
hands under her butt and lift her a little so that I can get my mouth
to her. I suck on her, lick her, get my tongue on her clit and flick
it back and forth. She moans louder, sort of little shrieks. She gets
noticeably wetter. I move one hand off her butt to slide a finger
into her. She's already more open than she was the first time I did
this. I pull the finger out and push two fingers into her. She
presses on my head, holding me to her as I lick and suck on her.
It seems as if I'm being driven by instinct or
something, I pull back from her. She starts to say "no" but
as I slide up over her and she can feel my cock touching her pussy,
she actually says, "fuck me, Ben, fuck me!" And I do. I
push my cock into her. It's a hard push, she's so tight it's as if my
foreskin will get pulled off but I just keep pushing. I run into a
wall, my cock head can't move any further. She moves her legs on
either side of me, gets her feet on the bed and pushes her hips up at
me as I push into her and I can feel my cock ripping through
something and making its way further into her. She lets out a really
loud scream.
I stop. "Is something wrong?" I ask,
starting to pull my cock back some.
""Yes. No. Fuck me. Damn it fuck me!"
I push as hard as I can and I can feel our bodies
against one another, I'm in as far as possible. Her whole body seems
to be squirming beneath me. I pull back a little and push in again.
And then again. I can move easier inside her now although it's still
tight in there, my whole cock is being massaged by her insides. She
puts her arms up around me and I can feel her feet on my butt, her
legs up around me, too. I push in and then pull back, over and over.
"Faster,
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