My First Time

English boarding school boy shares a lake, and more.

By Slowandeasy47 - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

The closeted life of a boy’s boarding school in Yorkshire, with its Dickensian regime, and early morning runs, had ill prepared me for contact with the opposite sex. I knew the physical differences of course, Harrison Marks and Health and Efficiency were the sex educators for boys in the early nineteen sixties.

So what did we know way back then. Well, Health and Efficiency had ensured we knew about breasts, that they came in different shapes and sizes and they almost always involved the throwing of a beach ball at some nudist camp.

How he ever managed to get those pictures in our climate completely eluded us but that didn’t matter. We had pictures of breasts, or tits as we called them. The word boobs was years away in the future.

It was the lower half of the pictures that failed us, the men always had their backs to the camera and the girls just had a uniform, airbrushed area between their legs. Not a pubic hair in sight, and certainly no hint of a vagina. Did girls grow pubic hair? We didn’t know for sure, and what went on between their legs was a complete mystery.

Actually, in the mid sixties, that was pretty irrelevant as our interest was focused on breasts. We all longed to touch one, to feel its texture and marvel at it, was it soft and squishy, or was it firm and hard? The thought of actual sex was still considered as something girls would allow only once they were married, as an unwanted pregnancy was going to ruin both your lives. It certainly never occurred to us that girls might enjoy it.

By now you must be getting a picture of the public face of sex in the early sixties. Among teenage boys there was no knowledge, no porn worthy the name, not even soft core magazines, and definitely no internet. We hoped for a fumble at a party, and the absolute height of our ambition was to be allowed to feel inside her panties, but that was less likely than a moon landing then. Actually just to touch the thigh above the silken top of her stockings was the stuff of many a masturbation fantasy and masturbation was something we were quite expert at.

Term had just ended and I was looking forward to the long summer holiday in my new home. While I was at school my parents had moved to a remote corner of the countryside, six miles from the nearest village and with very few other houses around. It was not only remote, it was actually an island.

It all sounds very Robinson Crusoe but it wasn’t really like that. Several other families lived on the island which was joined to the mainland by a causeway. There was plenty to explore and do, including an old monastery, rabbits to shoot at, if not actually hit, boats to mess about in and so on. So life for a teenage boy was pretty good and it was about to get a whole lot better.

Walking over the hills one sunny afternoon I was hailed by a female voice.

“Shot anything then?”

“No,” I replied. “I’m much better at hitting bottles than rabbits.” And that is how I first met Jenna. Jenna was short and petite with a beguiling smile that produced dimples in both cheeks. Her very dark hair framed her boyish face and her eyes sparkled.

I, of course, was just about completely tongue tied. This apparition was a girl! A girl who was chatting to me as if we came from the same planet, which in those days, we most certainly did not. Anyway, somehow I got over the shock of talking to a real girl. We introduced ourselves and over the next few weeks actually became friends.

We walked over the hills together, boated together and spent a lot of time in each other’s company. We were the only two youngsters, of our age group, for miles around.

Late in July, Jenna suggested we take the boat to one of the many other islands for a picnic. Most of these islands could be walked around in an hour, had ruins of long forgotten farms and were simply fun to explore. A little more Robinson Crusoe, if you like.

It was a stunning day with clear blue skies and the promise of being a real scorcher. I naturally, took a big towel and my swimming trunks along with our fairly rudimentary picnic.

We got into our craft, which was little more than a fibreglass rowing boat with a tiny outboard engine, and put putted for about fifteen minutes to the largest of the nearby islands. I, of course, as the boy, sat at the back in control while Jenna lolled about in the bow trailing her hand in the water.

I tried not to look. I tried so hard not to look, but there was an awful lot of leg on display right up to the frayed edges of her skimpy shorts, and my mind set about wondering what went on just out of my sight. What was it that was only just hidden by those shorts?

I realised my thoughts were running away with me as I felt the stirring of an erection. Oh no! Fuck it, please no. Not now. Not here. So I looked around at the scenery, the water, actually anything that would take my mind of those silken thighs.

It worked: just, and by the time we reached our destination my penis was behaving itself. This could have been such a disaster as Jenna was my only friend and she was really good company. She was also very self assured, which I put down to her being a couple of yeas older than me.

We ‘explored’ the island, wandering through the deserted ruins, wondering who lived here, when and what they did for a living. The island was so small it can hardly have provided an income. We ate our rudimentary picnic in the sun, sheltered from the breeze coming up the lough, by the corner of a ruined barn and chatted idly about nothing in particular.

It was a hot sultry afternoon and I don’t remember who made the suggestion, but it was agreed that a swim would be a really good idea, to cool off. The lough was hardly known for its warm waters as most of it was replaced each high tide by water straight out of the ocean, but it would certainly cool us.

So we went for a swim, after modestly changing into our swimming kit with the aid of large towels and convenient walls. The water was cold: bloody cold, hardly surprising in mid July, but what had seemed like a great idea quickly turned into something of a torture session.

We swam around for a while and, as expected, the water was freezing.

“Bit refreshing!” Said Jenna, as she made a few powerful strokes away from the rocky shore, “in fact a little too refreshing for me.” And she struck out for the shallows again. I, not being conscious of any etiquette, got to the shore first.

She struggled a bit over the larges pebbles and, as she passed me, I couldn’t help noticing how much her nipples were sticking out. I’d never heard of this phenomenon before and certainly never witnessed it. I was fascinated: too fascinated.

“Hey! Stop staring at my tits will you.”

“I wasn’t.” I lied, somewhat unconvincingly.

“You were too! I saw you. Eyes out on stalks!”

“No really.” I blustered trying vainly to cover my embarrassment.

I had grown very fond of Jenna, in a brotherly way. OK I admit it: I fancied her but I wasn’t about to ruin our friendship by being stupid.

I loved spending time with her: she was so worldly, such fun to be with and now I was in danger of spoiling it all just by ogling her tits. Her rather delightful, and obviously delicious looking, tempting to touch, young tits.

“Actually, I was. I’m sorry. You just took me by surprise. I’m really sorry. I’m such a wolly.”

“Don’t worry. It’s no big deal. It’s not as if I was naked or you were peeking at me getting changed or anything.”

That, of course, sent the image of her standing there dripping wet totally naked, dancing through my brain. What were those lovely little breasts like to ogle or even to touch? What went on between her legs? What did a vagina look like in real life?

My day dream would have had a disastrous effect on my cock had the water not been so cold. I climbed out and we dried ourselves off. We spread our towels out, side by side, on the long grass in order to warm up with a bit of sunbathing.

“Anyway, it’s natural to be curious,” she continued, “it wouldn’t be normal not to look.” The relief at being let off the hook was enormous and I stammered something inane before she came out with.

“So what do you call a man looking at a naked girl?” She continued. The brazenness of the question took me by surprise and I failed to register that it was a joke.

“Don’t know.”

“Anything you like! He’s not listening.” She chortled at her own wit and I joined in. She lay face down on her towel and unhooked the top of her bikini. This was too much, I immediately rolled on to my stomach so as not to reveal my growing excitement. “No peeking at my tits now.”

“No of course not.”

“Lying bastard!”

“Jenna?”

“Yea?”

“How come you’re so confident and relaxed?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well you just caught me ogling you and now you’re making it a bit of a joke.”

“Probably because you are a bit prudish.”

“Prudish! Me?”

“Yes you. You were ogling my tits and then tried to deny it. I’ve got tits, you haven’t, you’re curious. So what’s so wrong with that. Don’t think I haven’t taken a peek at the front of your swimming trunks from time to time. Anyway I know things about boys from Paula.”

“Paula?”

“Paula is my big sister. She’s six years older than me and we chat. You know girl stuff.”

“Mmmm?”

“Paula got married a year ago and we still chat about girl stuff.”

“Mmmmm?.”

“I’ll tell you more, if you tell me stuff about you.”

“What sort of stuff?”

“Well I’ll tell you about my chats with Paula if you promise to keep it a secret for the rest of your life and if you tell me, absolutely honestly, the answer to the next questions. OK?”

“Sure.” I said feeling a little vulnerable but a too curious to turn down such an offer.

“Paula told me that the doctor gave her the pill just before she got married and that when they went on honeymoon they did it all the time. First thing in the morning, last thing at night and several times in between. She said the feelings were fantastic and much better than just touching yourself.”

I am lying on my stomach, next to a pretty girl who is, at best, half naked describing her sister’s sex life. The tension was nearly unbearable.

“So my question is. When you are, you know, excited and touching yourself. I mean rubbing your thingy, what do you think about?” Shocked! And trapped! She had just asked me about my fantasies, and I had agreed to play a truth game.

“Do I have to answer?” I said, playing for time.

“Of course you do. You promised. That was the bargain.” I summoned up my courage with all my strength.

“Mostly breasts.” I said with a dry mouth.

“You naughty boy. I bet you are going to rub yourself tonight and I bet my tits will feature in your fantasy.”

“Sorry, but you did ask.” Ducking what could be a very awkward moment.

“Paula says she rubs Dave when she’s on the curse. He plays with her tits while she rubs his cock and…….er by the way what do you call it? Your cock, your dick or what?”

“Harry.” I said the first word that entered my head. She burst out laughing.

“HARRY! You call it HARRY!” More peels of laughter.

“No not really, that was just a joke. I suppose cock or prick usually.”

“Well from now on it’s Harry to me.” And she dissolved into laughter again.

“Just think of the fun I can have with that. I can say 'How is Harry today?’ Anytime, anywhere and only the two of us will know that I’m talking about your cock. That’s priceless!”

“It was supposed to be a joke. You were telling me about Paula.”

“Yea, well she rubs his 'Harry’.” More laughter, “till he,……….you know,………. Jizes then touches herself until she’s satisfied. So next question. How often do you play with Harry?”

“What?”

“You heard. How often do you play with Harry! You have had two bits of information so I get two questions. Out with it: how often?”

“Quite a lot.”

“Quite a lot is not a number. You promised me an answer. Now give.”

“Well, probably most days.”

“Oh good, I’m normal then.”

“What!”

“Me too. So it’s normal. I thought I might be over doing it, but it’s such a delicious feeling I just can’t resist.”

This was getting out of control. I was having a conversation, with a lovely girl, both half naked, and we were discussing our masturbation habits: bizarre.

“Have you ever sunbathed in the nude?” I was definitely not ready for this question.

“No, I haven’t.”

“Well you really out to. It’s such a wonderful feeling having the sun on your bare skin, particularly your bum. I do it all the time by our pool.

"We could do it now, staying on our stomachs of course. I mean you have a bum and I have a bum. Bums are just bums after all, not particularly interesting.”

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” I croaked, lying on my now full blown erection thinking that Jenna’s bum would be far from 'not very interesting.’

“Cowardy, cowardy custard. I tell you what, I’ll take my bottoms off first if you promise me, on you honour, you will do it too.” And she slipped her thumbs into her bikini bottoms and eased them over her buttocks, such taught, firm, exercised, firm buttocks, and somehow got them off without revealing anything more intimate. “Your turn!”

“Hang on. I never agreed to this.”

“Well you didn’t disagree: so you agreed. Now off with them or I’ll tell Paula what a spoil sport you are.”

This was my first introduction to the somewhat woolly area of female logic. I knew I had agreed to no such thing, but she was lying there naked, admittedly face down, but naked, and I found the idea very stimulating, and so did my errant cock, who found the whole experience extremely erotic.

I followed her example and slipped my trunks down to my knees, having struggled to get the waist band over the rather obvious protrusion. I shifted sideways, back towards her, to complete the task and dropped onto my stomach as quickly as possible: stark naked and with the firmest, most rigid erection of my young life.

“Good, isn’t it?” She said and I had to admit that the warmth of the sun on my bum was a truly delicious feeling: so wickedly naughty.

“You know what happens next, don’t you?”

By this time I was getting truly concerned as to what might happen next. A few years later and with more experience, I would have been delighted with this situation, but this was my first encounter with a naked girl and I have to admit I was petrified, but in a most enjoyable way. Without waiting for an answer she continued. “We go skinny dipping!”

My jaw must have fallen a foot because she burst out laughing. “Oh your face! What a picture! Only joking, but the look on your face was priceless. I told you you were a prude.”

Before I could muster my thoughts I fell straight into the trap. The words “I am not a prude.” Escaped my lips just as I realised what I had said.

“Prove it!”

“How?”

“Show me Harry,” she chortled.

“I will not!”

“Prude!”

“Well you’re a prude too, lying there face down.” I retorted.

“Not at all. I’ll roll over if you roll over!” And I’d just fallen into another trap but it was my turn to seize the advantage.

“You first!” I thought I’d gained the upper hand, but it was short lived.

“No both together. On the count of three we both roll right over, as quickly as we can, back onto our tums. There will hardly be time to see anything: OK?”

“Er……”

“Prude!”

“No. No. OK.”

“One, two.”

“No, stop. Stop. I’m not ready. Give me a second or two. Er……OK”

“One, two, THREE!”

The next few seconds seemed to last a lifetime and are emblazoned on my memory for ever. The swiftest of rolls presented me with a view of my first real pair of tits. Oh such beautiful, magnificent tits. Small, pert, little tits, that were to become my favourite shape and size for ever. Such is the power of that first encounter.

A much more impressive surprise however, was the mass of pubic hair, dark brown, curly hair in a perfect triangle, that concealed the secrets at the join in her thighs. How I managed to register this much information in the time available is a credit to the power of human observation, but register it did.

I was so intrigued by the whole spectacle that I temporarily forgot about my own nakedness. My teenage penis sprang free from the safety of its lair between my stomach and the ground and with all the enthusiasm that only a teenage penis can muster, pointed proudly skywards to the full scrutiny of Jenna’s curious gaze.

The exposure, mercifully, was short lived as I completed the roll over on to my stomach, trapping my errant member once again between the ground and my stomach.

Jenna was the first to react with a characteristic chortle, but my teenage brain was still trying to compute what it had seen. The flashes of breast and pubic hair caused all my reproductive urges to go into overdrive and without so much as a touch a familiar feeling mounted in my groin.

I knew what was about to happen and had no way of controlling it. The feeling intensified rapidly and I ejaculated violently into my towel. I still remember the intensity. I had had orgasms before, but only through masturbating. This was on a whole new level: the sensation was indescribable and within seconds my cock, having done the job nature intended it to do, shrank back to its flaccid state.

You may recall that Jenna and I had taken a small boat to a nearby island for a picnic. Jenna is older than I, and much more worldly wise, because I had been closeted in a boys boarding school. Jenna was the first person from 'planet girl’ I had really ever got to know.

Somehow we had wound up sunbathing naked, face down of course, when Jenna trapped me into exposing myself while she did the same. By the time I was face down on the towel again I had seen my first real pair of tits, my first glimpse of female pubic hair and the whole experience had been too much for my teenage brain. I had ejaculated into my towel, with some considerable force, and was now lying on my flaccid cock in a damp patch of semen.

“Are you OK?” She asked.

“Yea fine,” I lied.

“You just look worried all of a sudden.”

“No I’m fine, honestly.”

“I suppose we ought to be getting back.” And she wriggled into her bikini bottoms, fastened her top behind her back, stood up, picked up her towel and flicked me on the bum with it.

“Ouch!”

“Come on then, get Harry tucked away, and let’s go.”

I managed to get decent somehow, without exposing my obvious problem, and we puttered back towards home in our tiny craft.

“That was a great afternoon.” She said,“ I really enjoyed it, and it was such fun to see your face when I suggested skinny dipping!”

“Yes, well I’m glad you weren’t serious.”

“Are you really?” She said with that cheeky smile that showed off her dimples. “I bet you’d really enjoy it if you tried it. I do it all the time at home, it’s such a delicious feeling. Just like the nude sunbathing but ten times better.”

“Maybe next time.” I said with more confidence than I felt.

“Ha ha!” Was all she said as we pulled in to the slipway where the boat was kept.

We tidied up, turned the little boat upside down against the hedge to keep the rain out, and put the tiny outboard motor in the boat house. As we said our goodbyes she leaned forwards and gave me a peck on the cheek. I think I even blushed.

“I really did enjoy it,” were her parting words.

To be continued..

By Slowandeasy47 for Literotica

Based on a post by asadama. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.

Deana volunteers to test a membrane that she hopes will allow her to experience an orgasm. To her surprise the membeane does much more. She is asked to join the membrane development program, to work with them to make the product commercially viable. The series will also contain stories about other people involved in the project and the ways in which the membrane impacts their lives.
The offer.

The advertisement on the student union bulletin board was easy to overlook; plain, black type on white paper; tucked into the lower right corner, and almost hidden by a large orange and black poster announcing a Hallowe'en dance hosted by one of the sororities.

"Volunteers wanted for research project in sensory enhancement. Applicants must be 18 years or older." A phone number was attached.

Deana scanned the rest of the bulletin board, but nothing interesting caught her eye. She came back to the little advertisement in the corner, opened her phone and took a picture of the phone number, then hurried off to her first class of the day.

As she approached the lecture hall where her second year organic chemistry class was scheduled she was met by a crowd of students coming out the open door. She recognized a face and called out, "What's going on?"

"Class is canceled today," the girl called back. "Professor Stevenson is sick."

Deana sighed. She had almost three hours to kill until her next class, and she didn't feel like hanging out at the cafeteria and drinking coffee. She sat down on a nearby bench and opened her phone. The picture she'd just taken glared at her. Why not? Just to find out what it's about.

Deana copied the phone number and pasted it into her number pad. She listened to two rings, then started to hang up. "Physiology Department," a female voice answered. "This is Janice. How can I help you?"

"Uh, hi, Janice. This number was on an ad for volunteers for a sensory enhancement study?"

"Oh. Yes. Just a moment. I'll transfer you."

A moment later another female voice sounded in her ear. "Teresa speaking. How can I help you?"

Deana repeated her query about the advertisement. "Oh, yes!" Teresa responded. "Do you have a couple of hours right now?"

"I suppose so," Deana replied uncertainly. "But I was really just wondering what this study is about?"

"Of course," Teresa voice came back. "Are you somewhere private?"

"Uh, no," Deana admitted. "I'm sitting on a bench in the hallway of the Chemistry building."

"I see. The thing is; the subject matter of this study is a little sensitive. You've got questions, and we'll have questions, and the answers might get a little intimate. If you just come next door to the Faculty of Medicine, the receptionist will guide you to us, and we can have a nice comfortable chat in private."

Deana didn't have anything else to do and she was curious. "Okay. I'll see you soon, then."
Interview.

Ten minutes later she found herself in a comfortable chair, with a hot cup of tea, sitting opposite Teresa; an attractive woman in her mid-twenties, casually dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt.

"You want to know what this study is about," Teresa began.

Deana nodded.

"Well, to begin with, we're looking at a way of enhancing the pleasure you might feel from tactile inputs."

"Touching?" Deana asked.

"Yes."

"Sexual touching?" Deana ventured.

Teresa smiled. "That's the eventual aim, yes. Is that something you might be interested in?"

"Um." A cascade of troubled memories flooded Deana's mind.

She was a good-looking, healthy young woman, but at almost twenty-one years of age Deana had yet to have an orgasm; not with her own hands, not at the hands of her boyfriends, not even with a lesbian girlfriend. Her parents had been open with her about sex, and she'd overheard enough joyous sounds from their lovemaking sessions to know her mother didn't have that problem.

Teresa saw the blush on Deana's face. She leaned forward and took Deana's hands in hers. "You're not alone, you know. If we're successful, our program could help a lot of people with concerns like yours."

Deana shook her head. "I just... I don't get excited. I mean it feels nice... touching myself... being touched by someone else. But... nothing happens."

Teresa nodded. "Our program is working on a new method to bring on the response you're looking for."

"A drug?" Deana asked.

Teresa shook her head. "No, nothing like that. Do you know what a monomolecular layer is?"

"Um, sort of?"

Teresa nodded. "Essentially it's a membrane that's only a single molecule thick. We've developed a membrane that might be able to enhance your tactile sense."

"My sense of touch? Would that really help?"

"There are a number of reasons why you might not respond to intimate touching. We believe that increasing the pleasure you feel from being touched might overcome a significant barrier."

"Oh? That sounds interesting."

"Would you be willing to let us test such a membrane on you?"

"I... I think so."

Teresa smiled warmly. "Wonderful! But first, we need you to answer some questions. Would that be okay?"

"Sure."

"Alright." Teresa picked up a tablet and turned it on. "Your name and age."

"Deana Darlington. Twenty."

"You appear to be female. Do you identify as female?"

"Um, yes."

"Sexual preference?"

"Uh; I'm not sure. I started dating when I was sixteen. I've had boyfriends, but nothing really serious. But my best friend in the world is Mark. I've known him forever; he lives next door to me; and he... um... we lost our virginity together."
About Mark.

Deana and Mark had the same birthday in August. When they turned eighteen they told everyone that they didn't want a party or anything; that they were just going to hang out together. It was a really hot day, and they were alone at her house, in her bedroom, trying to get relief from the heat. Mark took off his shirt, leaving him just in his shorts. 'Why is it okay for boys to take off their shirts, but not girls,' Deana complained. 'We have the right to cool down, too.'

Mark had shrugged. 'I don't know, Deana. Go ahead and take off your shirt if you want. I don't care.'

Deana didn't hesitate; she took off her t-shirt and then, after a glare at Mark's bare chest, removed her bra. Mark had grinned at her and challenged 'Shorts, too,' and stepped out of his, keeping on his white cotton briefs. Deana quickly stripped off her shorts, then mischievously upped the challenge; 'and underpants.'

Matching action to words, she stood in front of him naked. After a brief hesitation Mark got naked as well. They eyed each other curiously before sitting down on the bed, a comfortable distance apart.

Deana stared as Mark's cock swelled and grew hard and erect. 'That's neat!' she breathed, in awe. 'Does that mean you think I'm sexy?'

Mark blushed. 'Umm, yeah; I guess.'

Deana reached her hand out towards Mark's groin. "Can I touch it?"

Mark swallowed. 'Oh, okay.'

Deana touched her fingers to the soft, pink skin covering his swollen shaft. Gathering her courage she leaned forward and circled her fingers around it. Mark gasped in pleasure.

'You like that?'

Mark nodded, 'Uh-huh.'

She slid her hand back and forth, and giggled as Mark moaned in delight. Moving beside him, Deana pumped her hand up and down. It only took a few minutes for Mark to ejaculate, gasping and crying. Deana laughed in glee, feeling unaccountably proud of what she'd done.

He used her bathroom to clean up, then came back to sit on the bed. 'Is it okay if I touch you?'

Deana blushed. 'Okay.' She lay back and opened her legs, letting him see between.

Mark explored her carefully, his fingers curious and gentle. Deana liked the feeling of him touching her. It felt nice, but nothing more. She'd hoped to feel what Mark had felt when she touched him.

'Mark, nothing's happening.' She sat up and pointed to his erect cock. 'Maybe if you put that inside me?'

'You mean; have sex with you?'

'Uh-huh. It's our eighteenth birthday. Let's do it.'

'Um, I don't have any protection.'

'You can feel when you're about to shoot, right?'

"Uh-huh.'

'Then just do that on my tummy; not inside.'

She lay back; Mark positioned himself above her and awkwardly pushed in. Deana let out a yelp of pain, and Mark stopped.

'No, don't stop. I'm a virgin, remember. I think it's supposed to hurt a little.'

'Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you.'

'I'm sure. I want to do this.'

Mark eased in and started pumping. Deana tried to ignore the discomfort. She'd hoped that having sex would get her excited, but it didn't seem to be working. Seeing the pleasure on Mark's face, she decided to hold on until he was finished. His movements inside her became more frenzied, and suddenly he pulled out and collapsed on her, gasping and moaning, his cock pulsing against her belly, making it wet and sticky.
Interview, continued.

"Mark climaxed, but not me," Deana told her.

"How did you feel, having sex with him?"

"Well, it hurt a bit, but I didn't mind that. I liked seeing his pleasure, and that I could do that to him."

"Oral sex?"

Deana blushed. "Not with Mark, no."

Teresa nodded and made some notes. "Have you been checked out medically?"

Deana nodded. "Yes, several times. I've got no physical abnormalities and my hormone levels are all within normal parameters. One doctor suggested I try anti-anxiety medication, but I haven't."

"Masturbation? Sex toys? Alcohol? Drugs?"

"Tried them all. Touching myself feels pleasant, and so do vibrators, but that's all. And booze and weed don't do anything for me."

She'd tried last summer, again with her best friend, Mark. She'd talked with him about her inability to orgasm, and they'd tried smoking a joint together. They'd got giggly and silly, and he had touched her, but she hadn't got aroused. One night when her parents were away, she'd picked up a cheap bottle of booze and invited Mark over. 'Maybe I've got some deep-seated inhibition that's stopping me from having orgasms,' she'd said to him. 'I'm going to get good and drunk, and you're going to have sex with me. Whatever you want to do; I don't care. Just... let me know how it goes tomorrow.'

The next day she had a ferocious hangover, and between her legs was very sore. 'Did anything happen?' she asked Mark that afternoon. 'You downed half the bottle,' he told her, 'and you were really out of it' He looked apologetic. 'Please don't ask me to do anything like that again. I did what you asked and I banged you as long as I could. You just lay there. Just so you know I used a condom and I did get off, but it wasn't a lot of fun.'

"Have you had any sexual experiences with girls?"

Deana nodded, her face pink. "Uh-huh. Mark and I talked a lot about why I couldn't orgasm. He suggested I see if I'd be more successful trying it with a girl."

A former classmate of Deana's, Joanne, had once confided that she was attracted to her. Deana had approached her, asking if she wanted to get together. She was terrified when Jo said yes, but they agreed to split the rent of a motel room, and spend the night together. When Jo made the first move, initiating a tender kiss, Deana dived in, and soon they were naked together. Deana still reminisced about the feeling of Jo's naked body wrapped around hers.

"So I did, and it was nice; very nice; but nothing happened then, either. For me at least."

"Oral sex with her?

"Yes."

"And how did you feel about that?"

"Her tongue on me felt nice, but she couldn't make me come. I enjoyed doing that to her. Her orgasm was amazing, but all it did was make me realize how much I was missing."

"So you'd be equally fine being paired with a man or a woman?"

"Paired?"

"At this stage we're mostly just collecting data, so we pair our volunteers randomly. We ask each pairing to touch each other, and we collect the data that is generated."

"So I could be paired with anyone; man or woman, gay or straight? And we just touch each other? Sexually?"

"Touch each other, yes. Sexually? We're not asking you to. It's completely up to the couple if they want to or not. Our focus right now is just simple touching; hands, face, arms and shoulders, maybe the chest. You'll both be naked, of course. The monolayer right now is a little fragile, and clothing might compromise it. You'll be wearing contact lenses that will blur the features of whomever you're paired with, so you won't be able to recognize him afterwards.

"We encourage you to talk to each other, but we ask that you don't give away personal information. The rooms are like small hotel rooms, and they are very dimly lit. You'll introduce yourself using a name we give you, and then decide how you will begin. It might be with a hand to the face, or shoulder, or arm; perhaps a kiss. How you proceed is up to each pairing. It's quite possible that nothing will happen; you won't feel anything from the touch. We hope, though that something will happen, that you will feel enough to explore further. But as I said, how far you might go is up to you."

"So you'll be recording us? Cameras? Microphones?"

"No. We will have someone monitoring you, just to make sure that everyone is safe and comfortable. If anything happens that we think is unsafe or not appropriate, we'll stop it immediately.

"The monomolecular membrane does collect data that we record. The monolayer covers all of your skin, including your orifices; vagina, anus, ureter, ear canals, nostrils. We even ask you to drink some to coat your mouth, tongue, and throat. The monolayer amplifies the touch sensations and simultaneously collects the electrical impulses from your skin. We attach a tiny transmitter to you that broadcasts the signals from the monolayer to a receiver. The monolayer also completely protects the integrity of the skin."

"So; no viruses or bacteria can get in. No possibility of catching anything."

"Correct. Also no chance of getting pregnant."

"Pregnant? I thought you said no sexual touching."

Teresa's voice softened. "We're not asking you to touch erotically, but we don't limit you. If a pairing decides mutually that they want to explore, we don't stop them." She leaned forward conspiratorially. "I shouldn't be telling you this; although our results so far are promising, we've only had two or three pairings that actually became intimate."

Deana felt vaguely disappointed. "So this is a one-time thing? I enter your experiment, you collect the data, and I never hear from you again?"

Teresa pursed her lips. "Most of the time, yes, that's right. We've been testing and modifying for two years now, and so far we've found four people who demonstrate a strong affinity for the monolayers. We use them quite frequently, and we're always looking for more people who respond well."

"How many people have you tested so far?"

"I think we're up to twelve hundred." Teresa tapped some keys on her tablet. "That's all the information I need. Do you have any questions?"

Deana shook her head. "Not right now."

"Okay. Now I just have to make sure you understand. You will be naked through the whole process, and you will be seen naked by other people. Are you alright with that?"

Deana thought of herself as fairly open about nudity She had few reservations about her body. Many people had told her she was gorgeous; some even commented she looked like Marilyn Monroe. She was above average height, almost five foot six, and well-built, with fair skin, brown hair that passed her shoulders, and blue eyes. She followed a weight-training regimen to keep herself in shape. Her tits were her best feature, the first thing that men's eyes focused on, although her hips, bottom and legs were not far behind. Her stomach and abdomen were flat and firm, and her waist was small. Her pubic hair had come in a light ginger, and she kept it neatly trimmed.

"Yes, I think so," she answered.

"Well, then, let's get you started."

"Now?"

"A volunteer who was supposed to be here this morning hasn't showed up, so we have an empty slot. You said you had two hours to spare. It won't take longer than that. Are you having second thoughts?"

"Uh, no."

"Good. I'll just ask you to sign a few consent forms. There's also a non-disclosure agreement."

It took about ten minutes for Deana to go through the forms. Teresa collected the papers from her. "Are you wearing contact lenses?"

"No," Deana replied.

"Do you have your period?"

"No."

"Okay. Then I'll ask you to please remove your clothes, and leave them here. Our technicians are waiting just inside the door behind me,"

Deana took a deep breath and quickly removed her green, turtleneck sweater, her sneakers and socks, then her blue jeans, Underneath she had on a pink camisole and matching bikini panties. Her full tits were firm and well-supported, enough that she didn't need a bra. It took only another moment to remove her undergarments and stand naked in front of Teresa.

Teresa opened the door for her. "Good luck."

"Thank you."
The experiment.

Deana found herself in a large room with tiled walls and floor, the floor sloping slightly inwards to a large drain. Surrounding the drain was a raised, semi-circular dais. Three female technicians were waiting for her, dressed in skin-tight, hooded wet suits. Masks and goggles hid their faces.

"We need you to stand on the platform," said the woman in the orange and black wet suit.

The other two; one in red and green, the other in blue and pink; assisted her onto the dais.

"Stand with your feet well apart, and your arms outstretched at shoulder height," instructed orange/black.

Deana did as she asked.

"This is no reflection on your personal hygiene," said the technician, "but we have to specially clean your skin before we apply the monolayer."

All three of them took spray hoses and dowsed Deana with a warm, pleasant-smelling spray, and dried her off with warm air. The techs then equipped themselves with bright yellow sprayers.

"We need you to close your eyes and open your mouth," the orange/black wet suit told her. "We are going to apply this everywhere. Some of it might feel a bit weird."

Deana felt a tingle as the spray hit her skin, but it wasn't unpleasant. She had some momentary discomfort when spray went up her nose and into her ears. Her arms, legs, and torso were dealt with quickly, and she obediently lifted her legs one at a time so they could coat the soles of her feet. The blue and pink tech knelt in front of her between her legs.

"This is going to feel quite intimate," she said to Deana, "but it shouldn't be uncomfortable. Please let me know when the stream hits your cervix."

Deana had undergone a number of pectoral exams trying to determine the reason for her sexual non-responsiveness, so she steeled herself for something similar. To her surprise the warm stream of liquid invading her cunt felt quite pleasant. She shivered as the stream struck her cervix.

"Ah, I found it, didn't I?" the blue and pink tech giggled.

Deana was surprised. "Is that what that was?"

"That little shiver you felt; I think you're connecting to the monolayer already. That's a good sign."

They finished spraying her. The red and green suited tech gave her a cup with some liquid in it. "Drink this. It's not bad tasting."

It actually wasn't much different from warm water, and Deana swallowed it down.

The orange/black tech held up her forefinger, showing Deana what looked like a small sequin. "This lets us record signals from your suit. I'm just going to stick it to your belly button."

"Okay," the tech said when she was done. "Let's test you out. Touch your left hand with your right."

Deana did as she was told; the feeling of her fingers against her skin felt more intense than she was used to. The tech nodded. "Good. Now touch your tit and nipple."

Deana almost gasped at the sudden surge of pleasure, seeming to reach deep down inside her.

"One more," said the tech. "Touch your clitoris."

The feeling was much, much more than anything she'd felt before. "Wow!" she gasped.

The tech grinned. "You're having really strong reactions. That's good. We don't get very many like you." She picked up a small case. "Teresa told you about the contact lenses, right?"

Deana nodded.

"Good. I'm just going to put these in your eyes. Please hold still."

She was both gentle and efficient, and the lenses only gave her a moment's discomfort. She blinked, trying to focus her eyes, but the outlines of the techs had all become blurry.

The orange/black tech pointed out a door on the opposite side of the room. "The test chamber is there. Your pairing should be ready any minute. Your name is 'Alice'."

Butterflies unsettled Deana's stomach as she stepped through the doorway into the dimly-lit room. The door closed behind her and she looked around. A bed and two chairs occupied most of the room. The floor was covered in what appeared to be a light green shag carpet. At that moment the door on the other side of the bed opened and a figure stepped in. The door closed behind him.

Him! It was definitely a man. Deana resisted the impulse to cover her intimate parts with her hands. She took a few steps to stand at the end of the bed. After a moment the man positioned himself opposite her and offered his hand. "Brian," he introduced himself.

"Uh, Alice." Deana took his hand in hers.

A wave of disorientation washed through her. For a moment she thought she was going to pass out. She could feel his hand in hers; warm, dry, firm. But it seemed as though she could feel her own hand in his hand; as though she was experiencing his sensations.

She took her hand away, and the feeling faded. That was strange. "May I touch your face?" she asked.

"Of course," Brian replied. His voice was a resonant baritone.

Deana reached out and rested her fingers on his cheek. Again her senses swam as she felt his skin; slightly bristly and warm under her fingers; and at the same time felt soft fingers against her own rough cheek. She pulled her hand away.

"My I touch yours?" Brian asked.

Deana nodded assent. The gentle touch of his fingers felt nice. But simultaneous with his touch was the silky softness of her skin under her own fingertips. The confusion passed quickly this time; her brain was learning to separate the conflicting inputs.

Brian dropped his hands. "What do you want to do next?" he asked

Deana shook her head. "I'm feeling some things I never have before, and I'd like to investigate a little more, if you don't mind."

"I don't mind at all," Brian replied. "I'm enjoying this."

"Is it okay if we keep alternating? I'm not sure I'm ready for simultaneous touching."

"That's fine by me," Brian agreed. "Just don't touch me anywhere you don't want to be touched."

Deana used both hands this time, starting with Brian's neck and shoulders, then moving to his chest. His pectorals were nicely developed and she cupped his flat nipples with her palms. She barely managed to suppress a gasp; as his nipples stiffened and hardened at her touch, her own nipples tingled and puckered, She felt a stirring of excitement in her belly.

Deana dropped her hands. "Your turn," she murmured.

Brian followed her example, tracing both his hands over her neck and shoulders, then moving to her chest. He took his time exploring her and Deana found herself really enjoying the feel of his hands, feeling the excitement he was stirring inside her.

She kissed him. He kissed back. Her lips feeling his; her/his lips feeling hers. She pushed closer, her body touching his, feeling his warmth and her own. Gradually she became aware of a completely novel sensation. It felt as though her clitoris had grown immensely and was hard and hot and swollen. And a warm pressure as though she had to pee.

She broke the kiss, involuntarily looking down. As she did, Brian's swollen cock came into view, trapped against her belly. Is that what I'm feeling; his cock getting hard?

She pushed away from him. "Brian, I'm sorry! I have to stop!"

"Are you sure? You were getting pretty excited."

"I know! I've never felt that before. I... I need to process what just happened. But thank you. If we're ever paired together again..." She left the rest unsaid.

Brian's voice was disappointed. "It's okay. You take care." And he turned and left the room.

Deana shakily sat on the bed. The weird feeling in her clitoris had gone, but it still tingled. She touched herself and was shocked to feel how wet she was. That's what it's like to get aroused!

After a few more minutes she left. The three techs were waiting to wash her once more.

Inside the first room, Teresa was waiting with her tablet. Deana sat down, ignoring her clothes.

"How are you feeling?" Teresa asked.

"I'm not sure," Deana answered. "Touching... Brian... I got excited. I've never felt that before. It scared me and I had to stop. I'm upset with myself because I know he was excited, too, and I was too afraid to help him do anything about it." She stopped and stared at Teresa. "Teresa, I think I was feeling what he was feeling!"

Teresa nodded. "That's what our readings were telling us, too. Quite frankly, that was a surprise. It's not anything we were expecting. So..." Teresa took a breath. "We definitely want to work with you some more, using this current model of the monolayer. We'll pair you with some other subjects to see if this was unique to you and... Brian."

She handed Deana an envelope. "This is to reimburse you for your time assisting us today. We'll talk about a more permanent arrangement after we get the results of our next test."

Deana peeked inside the envelope and saw five twenty dollar bills. "Next test? When?"

"This evening. Seven o'clock," Teresa responded. "We'll need you here at six-thirty to get you ready."

Throughout the day Deana's thoughts kept returning to what she'd felt in that small room with Brian. At the time it had been overwhelming, but the more Deana relived it, the less intimidating it became.
Second Experiment.

At six-thirty she was back in the basement of the Faculty of Medicine, where the project's offices and labs were located. Teresa met her at the bottom of the stairs with a bright smile, and ushered her into the small office where everything had started that morning.

"We have another pairing for you," Teresa informed her. "We decided to change as little as possible, so you'll be with another young man. Everything else will be the same. You'll be 'Alice' again and he will be 'Blake'. The techs are ready for you, so if you'll get out of your clothes..."

Deana felt her heart pounding as she got undressed. What if it doesn't work this time? What if I don't feel anything? That it was just a fluke.

It was hard to tell, but Deana thought the three technicians were the same as in the morning. They wore the same wet suits, and their size and physiques seemed to be the same. The procedure went exactly as it had in the morning.

The orange and black-suited tech glued the tiny transmitter to her belly button and inserted her contact lenses. "Good luck."

It took a moment for Deana's eyes to adjust to the dim lighting in the room. Blake was already there, standing at the end of the bed. He waited for her to approach him, then extended his hand. "Blake," he said. He had a mild, tenor voice.

"Alice," Deana replied, and took his hand.

Blake's hand was strong and callused. He was larger than Brian had been, and Deana judged that he'd done a fair amount of heavy labor. Her hand was soft and warm in his. It's working!

She caressed his face; his beard was heavy, and quite scratchy. Her hand felt warm on his cheek. Then Blake's hand on her cheek; her smooth, silky skin under her fingers. No disorientation this time.

Deana's hands explored his neck and shoulders. Her hands moved to his chest; sought out his nipples amid the thatch of hair, felt them stiffen under her fingers, felt them pucker on her chest. On his turn Blake's thumbs and fingers rolled her nipples, tweaking them into sharp attention, the warm, firm swell of her tits soft against his/her palms.

She knew he was getting hard, but she couldn't feel it. Kiss him! She stepped close to him, skin against skin, and pressed her lips to his. He returned the kiss avidly, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her tight, his erection hard against her belly. She felt her clitoris hot, swollen and heavy, pressure itching inside it. His urgent excitement filled her, swamping her own.

I need to do something for him! Turning their bodies, she pushed him onto the bed, falling on top of him then rolling to the side, his hard, hot cock in her hand. She squeezed and pumped, caught the electric surge of his pleasure in her own loins, her mouth on his, the passion of their kiss, her hand moving up and down her shaft, squeezing and rubbing the exquisitely sensitive head.

She was vaguely aware of his hand on her puss, probing and exploring, but those feelings were swept aside by the intensity of what he was experiencing. She moaned at his pleasure. I have to do this with Mark!

She knew what Blake wanted/needed even as he did. Her hands churned, lifting him to his crest. His orgasm was a revelation, bursting within her, even as his fluids spurted hot on her hands. She squeezed and rubbed to extract all the pleasure she could for him; for her.

They fell apart; catching their breath, enjoying the fading echoes of his climax. Deana didn't notice when he left, just found herself alone, and exited the room.

Teresa was waiting for her after the techs had removed her monolayer. "It worked," she grinned.

Deana nodded. "I felt him orgasm. It was amazing; but I'm not sure if any of it was mine."

Teresa shook her head. "We still have to fully analyze the recordings, and try to sort out everything that happened. Still, that is pretty amazing." She handed Deana another envelope. "This is for your time this evening. Get dressed and wait here. Our project leader wants to talk to you."

Teresa left and Deana dressed. She looked inside the envelope before tucking it into her purse; ten twenties this time. A knock at the door. "Come in," Deana responded.
The Offer.

The woman who entered was unremarkable; about five foot nine, perhaps thirty years of age, slim build with shoulder-length brown hair, and brown eyes framed by gold metal glasses. She wore a plain, beige sweater, blue jeans, and white sneakers. Deana could see no signs of tits on her chest, or exterior genitals at the groin; her face was smooth and hairless.

She offered her hand. "Garnet," she said. "Garnet Petrovsky."

Deana stood and shook her hand. Garnet motioned her to sit again, and took Teresa's chair.

"You are quite the find," she began. "We've never seen anything like what you are giving us. How are you feeling about what's happened so far?"

Deana clasped her hands in her lap. "To be honest, I'm not sure. I mean, it's really neat feeling what Brian and Blake felt, and Blake's orgasm was amazing." I had an orgasm! Even if it wasn't really mine! "The excitement I felt when my body touched theirs; that's more than I've ever felt before so I suppose that's progress, but their feelings completely overwhelmed my own."

Garnet nodded sympathetically. "You seem to be acutely sensitive to the monomolecular layer. It's not only enhancing your sense of touch and pleasure, it's communicating signals from your partner's suit; and not just physical sensations; you're receiving emotions! We need to investigate that further. The data we are getting from you will potentially advance us months, maybe years ahead of what we were counting on." Garnet bounced excitedly in her seat. "We hadn't realized that the monolayers could communicate with other monolayers; you're the first one that's happened to. We really need to nail down what combination of your nervous system and our monolayer network allows you to interpret other people's signals." Garnet settled herself and adjusted her glasses on her face. "Deana, you are incredibly important. We want... need you to work with us, and we're willing to pay you for your time. Fortunately our project has some very wealthy backers so money isn't an issue. We'd like you to come on board as a full-time research associate."

"Give up my studies?"

"No, not at all. We'll arrange for a full scholarship for you for as long as you need, and we can set up a schedule of video classes and virtual seminars to fit around your work schedule. We'll probably only need you about five hours a day, including preparation time."

"A full scholarship?"

"Yes, and your own apartment here on campus. A car, of course. And... a thousand a week?"

"Dollars?"

Garnet laughed. "Yes, dollars."

"What exactly would I be doing?"

"Ah," said Garnet, and adjusted her glasses again. "Well, we need to pair you with more people, try to figure out why you're so sensitive, and how you are connecting to the other suit. So far we know that you have to be in full body contact to do that, so that's something." Garnet looked down at her hands, her face was blushing. "This is going to sound awful but; once we've done that, and sorted out the neural inputs to hopefully help you have your own orgasms; we need to take you through a variety of sexual scenarios with partners of different dispositions."

Oh, my god, they want to record me having sex! "What kind of scenarios?"

"Well... one on ones with male and female partners, multiple partners, bdsm, gang-bangs, forced sex..."

"Rape?" What have I gotten myself into?

"Of course we have to figure out how to do that in a controlled environment. Our first priority will be to keep you safe. You're too important to risk anything bad happening. But we really need to know everything you feel when the sex is non-consensual. You have to understand," Garnet went on, blithely, "knowing how both participants in a rape actually experience it will revolutionize the treatments of both the victim and the perpetrator. This would be immensely valuable research."

I'd be like a digital porn star; all my sex performances preserved forever in binary code. Or a high-paid mistress; my own apartment, a car, free tuition. And a thousand dollars a week!

Deana shivered as she remembered a story her mother had told her:

“Before I met your father I was an intern at a big ad agency. One of my bosses started asking me out. The women he worked with had warned me about him; 'going out' really meant 'have sex'. At first I tried laughing him off, like I thought he was just flirting. But as the weeks went by he got more and more insistent, and I knew I couldn't fend him off much longer. So the next time I was in his office and he asked me out, I said 'Tell you what. You get us a really nice hotel room, pay me a thousand dollars, and you can have me for the entire night; do whatever you want to me, as long as you don't leave any marks. And then you never bother me again.'

I really thought he'd say ‘no’, but he took ten hundred dollar bills out of his wallet and stuck them down my blouse. Two nights later. I put on a black lace bustier and black silk stockings; no panties; and the sluttiest red dress I could borrow My boobs were practically falling out of it, and if I sat down or bent over; well, my puss and my ass were on full display.

We had drinks in the hotel bar, with me hanging all over him, and then we went up to the suite he had rented. It was pretty nice; on the company expense account, of course; but I was impressed. I did a strip tease for him, then undressed him, and he took me from behind. When he started coming I faked a big orgasm. He had me use my mouth on him to get him hard again. I'd never done that before, but I managed. Then we went through a whole bunch of positions; standing, sitting, on my back, on my stomach, from the side, bent over holding my ankles. He got me to straddle him and ride his cock, and I had a really big orgasm. He did, too.

After that he got into some kinky stuff. He took me into the bathroom, sat me on his lap facing him, and ordered me to pee on him. Then he turned me over his knee and spanked me, He bent me over the bathtub and went into my bum. Then a hot bath, with me pleasuring him with my soapy hands. By then it was well after midnight, but he wanted to get his money's worth. I had to squat over his face and masturbate. He stimulated me with his mouth, and his fingers, and penetrated me with bottles from the mini-bar. He had a whole list of things to do, and he kept me awake the whole night,”

'Oh Mom!' Deana had cried. 'That must have been terrible!'

“You know, it wasn't too bad; some of it was kind of fun. He'd paid a thousand bucks to have sex with me. That made me a prostitute; so I just embraced the role. I went into the evening not expecting any pleasure of my own, just for him to use me and never bother me again. I was his slut for the night. It freed me from any hang-ups I had about 'dirty' sex. Even him watching me pee was kind of erotic. And when he spanked me; it got me pretty hot. My ass was still burning when he went into me and I had a really great orgasm. All the stuff I did that night, I'd never done before. I'd had sex exactly twice, both times on my back with the boy pounding into me. I'd had orgasms on my own, of course, but with him that night was the first time I orgasmed during sex.”

Well, if Mom could have fun being a prostitute, so can I! Let's see how much they're willing to pay. Deana squared her shoulders and narrowed her eyes. "Three thousand a week, ten thousand for each forced sex scenario, and if this succeeds and goes commercial, I want shares; two percent."

Garnet didn't blink; but stared straight into Deana’s eyes. "Two thousand a week, five thousand for forced sex, one-half percent of the shares, with options," she countered. "I'll have the contracts drawn up by tomorrow for you to sign."

Deana slumped back in her chair. O my god! I just agreed to become the company hooker.

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I love math, and I like to think I'm good at it. It wasn't

Then came the first test. We got them back on a Friday just

She was a math major who had sat next to me starting with

Pam was quiet, up til now. She was short, at least 40 pounds

She showed me her test, with a 98 on the top. She said she

I could feel her looking up at me, so I turned back to her.

I looked back at her, and down; she was at least a full head

 I said, "I don't know, Pam. I think I'll go back

I did that, and by dinnertime I was starting to think that

 Literally. It was too late to go to an easier school,

I went down to the cafeteria at 6:00, my usual dinnertime,

I put my tray down across from hers, since she had called me

"I'll be studying, and I have to work half a day

The other girls left and Pam reiterated her offer to help me

I spent another 30 minutes in my room after dinner going

I gave up and walked down the stairs, across the quad, up

“Happy weekend, Jack. Congratulations on making it through

“I hope so.” I said. "My confidence really took a hit,

“I’ll do everything I can to restore your confidence,

She invited me in and pulled her roommate's desk chair over

 Some of my mistakes were due to nervousness. I wasn't used

 I got it. After a while, I could solve even the

Sometime, while we were working, her roommate breezed in and

As she started for the door she said to Pam, "See you

Pam explained that Lynne went home every weekend, and that

We finished the last problem and she closed the book, then

I was a little confused. Her? Need practice? She noticed my

Oh. I thought she had. "You didn't?" was all I

"No, silly. I've had a crush on you, from the first day

"No. This is kind of a first." I still wasn't sure

"You don't have a girlfriend, do you? Someone waiting

She knew I spent the weekends on campus, but not why. My

What had surprised me was that she ever went out with me to

"No, no girlfriend," I managed. Her intentions

She got to the point. "Jack, I know I'm not your idea

"How do you know I know how to kiss?"

"I've had a few kisses, but more than that; I'd rather

I didn't press the point.

I turned that over in my mind. I was in top shape, between

 "All of the girls? Like all ten of them?"

"So you don't have a boyfriend waiting at home?" I

She went on. "I said I needed practice, and you've

And when I was old enough I used dildos, myself. I got to

"So you want me to take your virginity?"

"In full disclosure, I'm not exactly a virgin, in the

I had a huge approach-avoidance conflict. She had

On one hand, at first blush she didn't seem like someone I

On the other hand, although I knew the mechanics of sex from

Pam saw my hesitation. "Look, we don't have to be all

"Come over to the bed, with me." she

She joined me, and I'm sure she noticed the bulge in my

When we pulled away, she finished unbuttoning my shirt. She

I leaned over and kissed and sucked first one, then the

“This is the first time anyone had ever done that.” She said

When I came up for air, I said, "Let's undress each

She agreed and stretched out. I unbuttoned her tight denim

And there she was, naked and mine if I wanted to take her. I

"Your turn," she said. She rolled off the bed and

She stroked my cock through my jeans, then unbuckled my

My light blue boxer-briefs had a wet spot of pre-cum on

I'm not huge, but at just over six inches and fairly thick,

"Oh, pre-cum," she said. I later learned just how

"So here we are," I said. "Please don’t think

"Don't worry about that. I had a lot of problems with

"Wow," I thought. "My first time and I get to

Pam winked and added; “I could have stopped after 12 months,

She moved to lay on her back with her ass on the edge of the

"Jack, have you ever done it before?"

"Done what? Sex?" and my voice trailed off. I had

"I didn't think you had. That's part of why I wanted

That made me feel better to hear her say it, even though I

“Oh, damn straight you can!” But my cunt is aching for a

I stood up and she took the opportunity to scoot up to lie

With my cock pressing at her opening, I positioned my arms

I carefully pushed in, slowly at first, then buried my

‘I don’t move.” Pam whispered in my ear. Let’s just feel

When a man has sex for the first time, there are at least

The first, inability to get or stay hard, was obviously not

What happened to me was the other one: premature

I panted into her ear, "Oh my god, Pam. I'm sorry I

I moved in and out a little, and after a few minutes I was

I lifted up a little and kissed her, still not moving. I

She panted and whispered, "Fuck me hard, Jack." It

I said, "It feels better if I don't cum so fast, if I

It had never occurred to me, despite porn and what I had

I started stroking in and out, long strokes with the tip

She came again, and again, moaning softly so nobody who

That, her tight wet grip on my throbbing cock, and my

I was still somewhat hard when I pulled out of her and laid

My fingers went to her nipples to pinch and stroke them.

She kept stroking.

I spread my legs a little to give her easier access,

She ran her fingers over my hairy balls and down between

 She ran her finger around the ridge. "Your stiff

I laughed at that. "Thanks. You're pretty amazing

Pam was in a veritable nirvana. I could sense that she felt

She eventually said; "Well, I had a lot of experience

"Even the first time? When I didn't even give you time

"I was warmed up before you ever got here, if you know

"No, I don't, but you sent me right over the

"Well, not exactly. But I felt you change your stroke,

"You felt really tight, like you were gripping me

"I was. And then I felt your cum dripping down my ass.

"A couple of days ago." That question embarrassed

"Good. All the more for me."

"You talk pretty naughty for such a good girl," I

"Who said I was a good girl? And why the hell does

Pam added; “As much as we want to succeed in our fields of

"So this is our little secret?"

"Yeah, for sure. I'll probably tell my roomie, just to

"Not even your mom?" I was joking.

"Well, maybe her, too. You'd be surprised at how

"Wow, that's cool. I won't tell anyone either."

"Good. I wouldn't want the other girls here to know

I was hesitant about letting her get on top of me, since she

But she wanted it that way, so I settled back and let her

What a titty show! Pam’s tits got into a rhythm and literally

Her tits were just there for my tasting. It’s amazing how

She came at least four more times, but even though I love

She rolled off and lay on her back, and I lay on my right

"Yes, wow," she panted. "That was amazing.

"I'm glad I'm better than them," I smiled.

"Oh, you know you are. Just amazing."

"You are great. Sexy girl."

"Do you mean that? You're so sweet. You've made me feel

I thought that over. It had never occurred to me that I

"I'm glad. I wondered at first." She smiled. After

I cleaned up and got dressed, and she put on a nightshirt.

So I aced calc, both semesters, and finished my first year

Once she sucked me off as I sat at a table in a study room,

Pam was right about her hormone therapy. By the time we

Pam finally asked; “ever notice that women who are frigid,

People did catch on about us eventually, especially after my

We were completely silent about our sexual forays. If word

Based on a post by ArseGratiaArtis,

In 2 parts, By D j mac 1031 - listen to the

The pool party had been going on for several hours, and it

She was 18, I was 19, but we’d known each other since we

The party was to celebrate her high school graduation (I

As I said, we’d been friends for a long time, but it was

Talking about our futures, our questions of what we wanted

I’d certainly started noticing her beautiful body more

Amy was blonde, with curly shoulder length locks, now damp

Her one-piece bathing suit was modest (I’m sure her parents

She was well tanned of course; it was her pool and she spent

We’d been playing Marco Polo for awhile along with our

My hands had found Amy’s body on more than a few occasions

We’d been taking a break from the game and just floating

Most of our friends had left the pool already, getting

“You really wanna?” I asked, surprised. We’d been spending a

We weren’t girlfriend and boyfriend yet, not by any

I still remember my surprise when she kissed me right on the

Oh it was quick, and she’d been hugging and kissing lots of

“Yeah, come on, it’ll be fun, I promise,” she replied. The

I was a bit scared honestly. Both our parents would freak

We climbed out of the pool, grabbed our towels, and took a

Our parents all seemed busy, chatting away with some of the

I didn’t think they’d notice us.

“ Okay, let’s go, lead the way I guess. You know these woods

Amy didn’t hesitate. She took my hand and led me to a little

As we got to the edge by the tree line, we both took one

We hadn’t gone very far when we came to a little clearing. A

“My brothers cleared this spot years ago; they used to have

“Yeah, it’s pretty cool I guess” I said, then, awkwardly,

She laughed. “I keep it clear here so it doesn’t get

“In case what?” I asked stupidly. God, the cluelessness of a

“In case this” she said, and suddenly she was in my arms,

I froze for a moment, but thankfully, instinct took

She broke the kiss after a few seconds, almost reluctantly. "I’ve

I smiled, hoping she couldn’t see how red my face was in the

"Wow. Well I’m, I’m glad you did Amy. That was, that

“I’m glad you liked it. Because I wanna do it again.” She

This time I made the move, pulling her gently by the waist,

She met me halfway and once again our lips connected.

We were both inexperienced, but we got the hang of it

We’d break the kiss only for a few moments to look into each

My hands up until that point had remained on her hips. Her

I decided to be a bit bolder, and slowly started moving my

My hands went back to her hips, then slowly around to her

She broke the kiss and giggled, “that tickles!”

“Sorry,” I said, lying.

“I didn’t say stop, did I?” She replied softly, then started

My hands continued rubbing her back, but now I was moving

I could feel her wriggling, trying to stand taller, and

I took her signal and went with it, sliding my hands down

“Mmm,” she moaned as she broke the kiss. “Finally. Took you

“I was trying to be a gentleman,” I joked.

“Well stop trying so hard” she shot back playfully.

“Oh yeah?“ I said in mock annoyance. "Well then,” and

What happened next happened quickly. My pull on her ass

And that’s when I realized I had a massive erection.

I felt her lower stomach lean right into it when she

She was laughing at first, then suddenly went quiet as she

Then her eyes went wide as she looked up at me.

“Is that, is that your,” Now she was the one stuttering. "Is

My face went beet red. "Yeah, um, look, sorry, I,”

“It’s  okay” she cut in. “Did I, did I hurt you?”

“No,” I replied. (it had hurt, but only a little really and

“Oh,  okay, good.” She said, biting her lip.

We stood there in awkward silence for a moment. But she

I didn’t want the moment to end. But I didn’t know how to

Amy finally broke the silence. "Is that, because of

"Yes” I managed.

She pulled away from me and I almost groaned. I didn’t want

But she only pulled back far enough to look down to see the

Her eyes again went wide. “Wow. I mean I knew they got,

I was embarrassed, yet also feeling a sense of pride, and

“Have you never seen a guys, you know, thing before?” I

“Well, no, not really. A picture in a textbook once. but it

“Hard?” I finished for her.

“Yeah,” she laughed. "I never saw a hard one, or a real

"Yeah, they’re usually smaller and soft, normally. But

“So you’re, excited, because of me?”

“Yes,” I replied, “Amy, you’re so beautiful, and I’m so

“No, not at all. I, I love it” she said, grinning widely.

“Can I, can I touch it? She stammered.

My heart jumped. This is gonna happen? My brain screamed

"Of course,” I managed to say, “I’d, I’d love that.”

She came in closer to me again. I could smell the chlorine

Her left arm went around my hip to my back, and with her

My cock jumped immediately at her touch, and she was

“It moved!” She gasped. “Wait, it, it moves?”

“Yeah it does that,” I smiled, begging silently for her to

She burst out laughing. “Oh my God, that’s great! It moves!”

“Shush,” I whispered, and she tried to contain herself, finally

Her hand reached out, more boldly this time, and again my

Instead, she started gently rubbing it with the palm of her

I was enjoying it too. Not exactly the way I did it on my

“Does that, does it feel, good?” She asked shyly.

“Oh god yes, Amy. It feels amazing, so so good! Please don’t

She smiled such a beautiful smile, and continued exploring.

“I want to, I wanna see it” she said suddenly.

I felt I must be dreaming. If so, please, whatever you do,

I couldn’t even manage the words so just nodded, and she

It suddenly popped out, springing upward in all its full

She had to stifle another laugh; not a cruel one, mocking

“Wow! Holy crap!” She whispered. “It looks even bigger in

“Not painful at all, it actually feels really pleasurable, and

She grinned wickedly and took the hint, and her hand again

Now, she was using her fingers, running them up my shaft,

Suddenly she giggled again.

“What’s so funny now?” I asked, not harshly.

“I just now noticed your, what’s the word? Testicles, right?

“Yeah well that’s why we call them balls,” I laughed. "And

Her hand cupped them gently, and she looked up at me,

“You’re fine, just be gentle with them, don’t squeeze, just

She gently rubbed them for a few seconds, feeling their

“What feels better, touching your, balls, or your,?” She

“My cock?” I said, seeing how she’d react if I said it.

She flinched at the word, not used to using or hearing the

“Yeah, your, cock,” she repeated, trying out the word, then

“Your big hard cock.” Her face had that wicked grin again.

“Yeah touching my cock feels better, honestly,” I grinned

She took that as an invitation to continue.

“Tell me how to, to touch it the way, the way you like,” she

“Okay. Well,” I paused, then continued, “what you were doing

She got the hang of it pretty quickly and I let go, allowing

“It feels so warm,” she gasped, “and, I can feel your pulse

Suddenly she looked up at me. “It’s, beautiful.” She said,

I pulled her in close as we kissed, her hand never letting

I was close to cumming, I knew I wouldn’t last much longer

“Just needed a pause for a second.” I explained. Suddenly, I

“Can I,?” I stammered, as I moved my hand towards her

She bit her lip, then nodded. “Yes,” she whispered.

I touched her breast gently, my hand over her suit still,

Her hand suddenly left my cock, and I looked at her, curious.

She hesitated for only a moment, then continued, exposing to

They stood, perky and oh so round, their pale pinkness a

My face must have been interesting; with my mouth agape and

“Do you like them?” She asked quietly.

“They’re beautiful. Just like you Amy,” I replied lovingly.

With my left arm still holding her close, my right hand

I went from one to the other, alternating between a gentle

“Was that  okay? I didn’t hurt you?” I asked, concerned.

“No, I’m fine, it felt good, just, sensitive,” she managed

We kissed again, and then I felt her hand return to stroking

After about another minute or two of this, her stroking my

“Amy,” I gasped, breathing heavy, “you’re going to make me,

My cock swelled; she gasped but didn’t let go, kept

It hit her right between her exposed breasts. She jumped but

Cum went everywhere; more squirted on her suit, her hand,

Her eyes met mine, confused and questioning. "Just a

Finally, I could take no more, and grabbed her hand gently,

"So, so good, Amy, that was so good, thank you, oh

“You’re welcome,” she said gently, and her lips found mine

That kiss lasted, seconds? Minutes? A lifetime? Forever?

Finally it broke, and we both laughed. We shared a mutual

“Holy shit that was a mess!” She exclaimed. “I knew, I knew

I realized with horror the mess I had made on her. “Oh god,

She cut me off. “It’s  okay. I, I loved it. I loved making

“Shit, we better clean up” she gasped suddenly. She then

She then continued cleaning herself, mopping up the jizz

“It’s  okay, don’t worry,” she said; to herself or me I

I quickly wiped myself down, and noticed her eying my penis

"It’s, softer now.” She whispered.

“Yeah, you, you tired it out.” I winked and smiled. She

We quickly finished cleaning up, did a double check on each

I looked her in the eye, resolved to tell her my feelings.

“Hush.” She said, cutting me off. “We gotta go! Now!”

We crept down the path, back the way we came. I could hear

We stopped, peaking out cautiously, seeing who may be

It looked clear, and I was about to step out when Amy

“Wait,” she whispered. “I’ll go first. My mom knows I like

You genius, I thought as I smiled admiringly at her.

“You wait a few minutes. If I get back without questions,

“I’ll tell them I had to pee and the bathroom was occupied. Embarrassing,

She smiled. “That will work, good thinking.  Okayhere I go.

She paused, kissed my lips quickly, touched my cheek gently,

“, I love you too.”

Then she turned, and stepped out from the trees, walking

.Looking

“Hey, there you are,” said Cindy. “I was looking for you

Amy panicked for a moment but quickly collected herself, and

But it was too late. “You look, flushed. Nervous. You okay?

“No nothing,” Amy spat out too quickly. “Just, just really

Cindy caught her up again. “Something is up, I can tell.

“I’ll, I’ll tell you about it later, I promise,” Amy

“You better, bestie,” Cindy called after her as Amy finally

“Whew, finally,” Amy whispered to herself. She double

Her face broke into a huge grin. “I can’t believe we just

Her good Christian upbringing told her she should be feeling

But she didn’t really believe any of that. Instead, all she

She composed herself quickly; can’t dwell on that just yet.

She examined her bathing suit in the mirror. Despite her

“I’ll have to change it,” she thought. “I’ll tell mom I

“Wow, girl, you really got yourself excited, didn’t you?”

It wasn’t an unpleasant smell. She’d smelled it before of

Masturbation was a “sin” her parents would condemn, no

Almost absent mindedly, Amy ran her hand over the fine

“Not now, dammit,” she swore to herself. “Get this done,

She stooped, still naked, and quickly washed out her suit

Looking down, she noticed a faded drop of, cum, she decided

She touched it, tentatively, then smelled her finger. On a sudden

The taste was faint, but tangy and salty. She wondered for a

“Not now!” she thought again, and quickly jumped in the

Finished bathing, Amy grabbed a fresh towel, dried off, and

She cracked the bathroom door and peeked out. All clear.

Her bedroom door was just a few steps down the hall and she

She walked over to her bedroom window that overlooked the

Her parents were still playing the card game they’d been at

She looked around for Tommy, and saw him sitting alone by

She had a sudden overwhelming desire to knock on the window,

She would go back out and join him soon, she thought.

“But first,” she thought, “God help me but I need to take

Amy closed the curtains, making sure they were completely

She walked over to her bed, dropped her towel, and lay naked

“I’ve only got a few minutes or I’m gonna need another story

But a few minutes was all she’d need really.

Amy had only truly discovered masturbation last summer. It

They’d been swimming of course, along with the usual horse

Nothing had happened between them then, but at one point

Or at least, she thought she did.

Tommy had just climbed out of the pool near her, and as he

It only lasted a second, as he adjusted his suit and the

She’d suddenly become fascinated with seeing it again, and

Every time he moved, everytime he bent or even walked, she

That night when she crawled into bed, that singular moment

She’d touched herself before that night, off and on, even

But that night, she felt a hot ache between her legs she’d

She’d experienced her first true orgasm that night, and in

And almost every time, she wound up thinking about the

Now though, oh, she had so, So much more to think about!

She’d kissed him. Made out with him!

She hadn’t just seen the outline of his penis this time.

She’d actually touched it! First over his suit, then

It even moved, like it had a mind of its own! Oh how that

And best of all, she’d made him squirt! Everywhere!

Amy’s mind raced with all of this as she rubbed her clit

Her vagina was on fire; swollen, slick and dripping as she

She never used her fingers too deeply, wanting to keep her

She actually knew what that tip looked like now, had held it

She remembered his touch on her breasts and her free hand

Her nipples were swollen and sensitive, sending shockwaves

Amy felt her orgasm approaching, and buried her face in her

Her back arched, her legs lifting her ass up off the

Finally, spent, sweaty and sticky with her own juices this

“Amy? Amy?” It was her mother’s voice, coming down the

“Shit!” Amy gasped under her breath.

She quickly scrambled out of bed.

Digging through her dresser, Amy found her other bathing

She realized as she was getting dressed that she hadn’t

“Amy?” Her mom’s voice, just outside her door now, knocking.

“Just a minute, mom!” Amy yelled, scrambling to adjust her

Her mom stood there, a concerned look on her face.

“You  okay, hun?” Mom asked. “I haven’t seen you outside for

“Yeah I’m fine mom. Sorry, I had to change my bathing suit.

Her mother sighed, exasperated. “You know we just bought you

“I know, mom, sorry. I washed it out already and I’ll do my

“Okay, well, get back to your party. Your friends are

“Oh it already is, mom,” Amy said with a totally innocent

To be continued in part 2.

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The Cessna 1 80 came down hard, somewhere on the Polynesian waters; the waves causing it to buck and pitch. The landing might have been successful had not a pontoon brushed against an unseen outcrop of coral just below the water's surface. The airplane lurched onto its side, perching on the coral and rocking unsteadily.

"We have to get out of here now," shouted the pilot, whose name was Gaston, as he attempted to open the door. One of the passengers helped him. The pilot climbed out of the leaning aircraft and reached down into the cockpit and helped Daisy first and then each of the four male passengers climb out. "Jump into the water," he said. "The plane is going to tip." Daisy and the men jumped clear of the aircraft into the deep water surrounding the coral head. The pilot was the last to jump and when he did, the airplane tumbled over, ending upside down in the water and slowly sinking until only one wingtip was exposed.

"Can everyone swim?" asked Gaston of his five passengers floating in the water. After a chorus of affirmatives, he turned around to survey the nearby island. "The beach is 200 meters away. Can you make it? Kick off your shoes. And maybe your clothes."

The six people began to swim, shedding water-logged clothing and shoes as the difficulty of making progress in the heavy swells became apparent. Daisy was a strong swimmer. She suppressed a feeling of panic but remained close to the group to ensure that nobody needed help. When she made it to the beach all the men were there, lying exhausted on the sand. She made a point of walking out of the water onto the sand, but she was breathing hard.

One of the men sat up, looked at Gaston and said sarcastically, "Nice job, We get a bonus today. A visit to an island not on our itinerary." He extended his hand to Daisy who was standing beside him. "Hi. I'm Ben."

She took his hand. "I'm Daisy." She was suddenly conscious that she was wearing only a stretch bra and panties and they were wet and transparent, leaving little to the imagination.

"I'm thirsty," said another man, getting to his feet. He looked at Daisy and they shook hands. "I'm Sam. Do you suppose there's any water on this island?"

"That could be a problem," she answered. She turned to Gaston who was sitting on the sand. "How long are we going to be here?"

"I don't know. We're not on the usual flight paths." He spoke English with a French accent.

"They'll look for us when we don't arrive. Won't they?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe?" Sam interjected incredulously. "Surely they will. You filed a flight plan? Didn't you?"

"No."

"You didn't? You fucking idiot. Nobody knows about this flight?"

"Nobody."

"Why? Are you a drug smuggler earning a little extra money taking on passengers?"

"I didn't file a flight plan. Leave it at that."

A balding Douglas got up from the sand, and stood nose to nose with the pilot. "Do you mean that nobody knows where we are? We could be here for months!" He extended a hand to Daisy. "I'm Douglas. Pleased to make your acquaintance. Even in these circumstances." He smiled. Daisy took his hand. He sounded like he was English.

The fourth of the passengers stood up and shook hands with Daisy. He was youthful, handsome, long-haired and about nineteen years old, her age, and his name was Kevin. He spoke with an American accent. "Ben, Sam, Douglas, Kevin, and the pilot, Gaston." She reviewed the names in her head.

All four male passengers and Daisy were now standing in a circle, the men shouting at the pilot, Gaston, who responded with a Gallic shrug.

Ben sat down on the sand. "We need to find some water." He was handsome and in his mid-thirties.

"Let's move into the shade and see if we can figure this out," said Douglas, the eldest of the group. He had the air, even clothed only in underpants, of prosperity and leadership. A grove of coconut palms was only a few yards away and the group moved into their shade. Gnats swarmed around their heads.

"Water is the first problem."

"There's lots of coconuts. How much water is in a coconut?" asked Sam.

"A cup or two," said Daisy. "If the coconut is green."

"How do you know that?" Douglas asked Daisy.

"I was born in Tahiti. I'm half-Polynesian. But I've lived in the United States since I was 10 years old." The men all appraised her. She was of average stature with long, thick black hair that spilled down over her shoulders reaching almost to her bra. The dark of her nipples and pubic hair showed through her bra and panties. Her breasts were small. Her skin was a light brown color and uniform from head to toe. She had a few freckles on her nose, her teeth were sparkling white, and her face had a permanent smile framed by thick lips. She was a pretty girl with a touch of the exotic.

"It's going to take a lot of fucking coconuts to keep us alive," said Sam. "I don't suppose there's any chance there are people on this island."

"There used to be. Pearl fishermen may come here occasionally," said Gaston.

"Bugger," said Sam. He sounded like an Australian and had the solid thick build of a rugby player. He had a big smile and an ugly face.

"Let's focus on the priorities," said Douglas. He was standing. The others were sitting on the sand or on the trunk of a fallen coconut tree. "Does anybody have any idea about how to find fresh water?"

Gaston spoke up. "There's fresh water a few feet below the surface as you move away from the beach. The islanders dig shallow wells. Maybe we can find an old one." Gaston had the seedy, debauched look of a long-time islander, probably one who had fled France to avoid some unpleasantness, probably one who drank more than he should have. Unlike the others he had kept his flowered shirt on while swimming to the beach.

"Why don't you and I go look for one? How big is this island? Do you know?"

"Maybe five kilometers long and half a kilometer wide. I fly this way occasionally."

"Can we salvage anything from the plane?" asked Ben.

"Maybe, but the water's too rough to swim out there now. Any divers here?" Douglas asked.

"I've done a little," said Sam. "Tough job getting to the plane."

"Maybe when it quiets down you can find a coconut log and float out there and see if you can salvage something." He turned to Daisy. "I saw that you're a strong swimmer. Maybe you can help?"

Sam responded. "Fuck yeah, Daisy. Maybe we can find Gaston's dope. Get high. And then die. No water. No food."

Daisy looked apprehensively at Sam. His cock was sticking out of the fly of his boxer shorts. She turned away from the sight. "I'll be glad to help," she said. He looked down and shoved his cock back under cover.

Two hours later, Daisy was gathering coconuts and Ben, who was British, and Kevin, the American, were cracking them open and drinking coconut milk when Douglas and Gaston returned. "Gaston found an old well," Douglas announced. "The water is brackish, but drinkable. We also found plantains and taro and a plantation of breadfruit trees, so we won't starve either." They all clapped enthusiastically. "But," he added, "We need to find a way to cook. Who knows how to make fire?"

After a long pause, Kevin raised his hand. "I was a boy scout. I know the theory, although I've never made a fire. But I'll try."

"We need to catch fish also. How are we going to do that?"

That was Ben asking. Daisy looked at him. "Ben, your leg is bleeding. What happened?"

Ben looked down at his calf. "I scraped it on the coral when we getting out of the plane. It's a minor wound."

"There's no such thing as a minor coral wound. They get infected and take forever to heal. We need to treat it."

"You know this?"

"Yes, I'm a nurse. Well, almost a nurse. I learned about coral cuts from my mother. Her name was Taina. Gardenia flower."

"We have no medicine."

"Let's wash it out with sea water. And then we'll bandage it to protect the wound from gnats and flies and sand."

"What do we use for a bandage?" Ben asked.

She looked around. "We could tear up Gaston's shirt."

Douglas interjected, "No, let's save the shirt. It's our best piece of cloth. Use somebody's underwear." He looked around. "All right, mine." He stripped off his boxer shorts and tossed them to Daisy. "I think we're going to get used to seeing each other naked. Might as well start now."

"Well, mate," said Sam. "I'll join you and preserve my underwear for better uses than covering up my tally whacker." With that he pulled off his boxer shorts and hung them on a nearby bush.

"Let's all go commando. Except for you, Daisy," said Kevin.

Daisy shrugged. "I'm not special. There's latex in my bra. It might be useful for something." She unhooked the catch, pulled the straps over her shoulders, and put it on the bush along with the men's underwear. Then, she pulled off her panties and added them to the bush. The men all watched her. "Now, Ben, let's tend to that leg," As she and Ben walked to the edge of the lagoon, she added, "Fucking gnats," swishing them away from her naked body with her hand.

The next morning the sea was calm. Sam and Daisy, the best swimmers, planned to go to the submerged airplane and salvage what they could. The found a coconut log on the shore, put it in the water, and pushing it in front of them swam to where the airplane was stuck on the coral rock. Looking back Daisy thought to herself, "We're a long way from land."

Sam kept up a steady stream of good-natured profanities as they hung onto the log. "Fucking log, fucking ocean!"

When they reached the coral rock they pulled the log onto it. They walked gingerly on the rock which was sharp and hurt their bare feet. At high tide the rock was under water. Sam was staring down through the water at the airplane, clearly visible in the clear water, his bare, white bottom shining in the sunshine. "Well, the door is only five feet under water. I'll go down first and see what I can find."

Daisy looked at the submerged airplane. It was caught on the coral rock. Below and beyond were the deep blue depths of the Pacific Ocean. She shivered and felt a tingle of fear run up her spine.

Sam jumped into the water, pointed his head downward, and paddled to the closed door of the Cessna. He tugged on the door and managed to open it. He let loose of the door and it closed. His breath exhausted, he came back to the surface. "I'm going to open the door and go inside the cockpit. I need you to come down in one minute to open the door because I'm not sure I can open it from inside. Understand?"

"I understand."

Sam took a deep breath and dove into the water. He pulled the door of the plane open and glided inside the cockpit. The door slammed shut behind him. Daisy counted to sixty and then slipped into the deep water, breast-stroking downward to the handle of the door and pulling it open. Sam came out of the cabin in a rush and rose to the surface, his two hands full.

She followed him to the surface. He climbed up on the coral rock and gave her a hand to climb on after him. "Look what I found," he said excitedly, trying to catch his breath. "Tools." He unrolled a cloth pouch and within was a collection of wrenches and screwdrivers. And a knife!

"And look at this." He held up a small backpack. "A parachute under the pilot's seat. That fucking Gaston had a parachute for himself. And none for his passengers. It will be useful as rope and cloth. We can make you some knickers."

Daisy laughed. "There are better uses for the cloth than knickers." Despite herself she glanced downward at Sam's pubic area. He had a large, long cock and pendulous testicles. He wasn't circumcised.

"You couldn't resist a look, could you?"

She was embarrassed and giggled. "My turn," she said. "Same routine. Come down and open the door for me in a minute." She jumped into the water and paddled downward, pulled the door open with some effort, and glided inside the cabin. It was claustrophobic. She fought back fear as she poked her hands around the seats in the cabin.

The airplane shuddered and tilted more onto its side. "Oh, no," she thought. "I have to get out of here."

Through the window in the clear water she could see the depths below. Before she could get to the door, there was another shudder, and she felt the airplane break loose from the rock and float downward, falling, deeper. She tried to open the door to the cabin but the weight of the water held it tightly shut. She was running out of breath. The airplane was falling through the darkening water, the pressure on her ears and her nose was intense, and suddenly, the cabin door was open and there was Sam holding the door open for her, and she stroked out of the airplane, her lungs bursting, and propelled herself upward, side by side with Sam, and they hit the surface together, he holding her tight as she convulsed and tried to gulp air into her tortured lungs.

Sam took her hand and pulled her toward the coral rock and when she reached it she sat down on the sharp rock and leaned over to cough up water as Sam held her suspended over the abyss where the airplane had been. Slowly, her rasping breath returned to normal.

"Thanks," she said. "I thought I was dead."

"I thought you were going to be dead. We were lucky." He turned to face her and looked her over. "Hey, you're bleeding." He was looking down between her legs where blood droplets were mixed in with the water.

She laughed. "It's my period, silly boy."

"Yuck," he said. He held out his hand. "Mates?" They bumped fists. "Well, our expedition wasn't a total failure. We have a parachute, a knife, a pair of pliers, and a few wrenches and screwdrivers. We're not going back empty handed."

They eased into the deeper water, each at one end of their log, and pushed and pulled their way back to the beach where the other four men were sitting, watching, in the shade of the coconut palms.

Three weeks later and the five men and Daisy were still on the island. Not an airplane, nor a ship nor a sail, not a single sign did they see that they were not the last six people on the earth. They had enough food to eat and water to drink but desperation was just below the surface and its companion, rage, was breaking out.

None of them wore any clothes. The underclothing each of them possessed was tied up in a bundle, sheltered from the rain and protected from insects, saved for their day of rescue, should it come, when they could put on their garments and greet their rescuers in less than complete nudity.

Each had settled into a role. Douglas was the self-appointed leader. He spoke a cultured English; he was 53 years old, with a ring of gray hair around a bald head and the gaunt, knotty body of a dedicated runner. He chaired occasional group meetings, standing while the others sat in the shade of coconut palms. He turned round and round to address each of them during those meetings and Sam had christened him the "swinging cock." Douglas was the shelter boss, as he called himself. He built a small hut under which all six crowded into at night to sleep.

Ben, 40 years old was tall, slender, and soft-spoken. He had recovered from his coral wound and he and Douglas were the gatherers of food and cooks for the group. They walked several hundred yards to the center of the island every day and gathered plantains, dug taro roots, and knocked breadfruit out of trees. Ben was the cook. Lacking any utensils, roasting on the fire was the only cooking method. Charred breadfruit, plantains and taro roasted in pandanas leaves, and coconut meat and milk were on the daily menu.

Kevin, the handsome 22-year old American, was called "coco" because one of his jobs was to shinny up a coconut palm every day and throw down a dozen coconuts for coconut water and food. Kevin was also the fire boss. It had taken him three days, but he had finally created fire by rubbing two sticks together. Kevin was responsible for ensuring that the cooking fire never went out and he had built a large pyre on the beach, ready to light to attract the attention of a passing airplane or ship.

Sam, 35 years old and divorced, and Daisy, 19 years old, were the fishermen and the foragers; but Gaston said that many large carnivorous fish living in the coral reefs were poisonous and only small fish and crustaceans were safe to eat. Sam devised fishing gear but his daily take was only a few small fish. Sometimes, diving among the coral reefs, they caught a rock lobster. They scoured the island for land crabs, often with claws six inches long and delicious when roasted over the fire. In their travels they also gathered palm hearts from young, sprouting coconuts.

Gaston, the pilot, was the water boss. In addition to collecting brackish water in the old well he had found, he devised ways of collecting water from dew and passing rain showers. With the water he collected, plus coconut milk, they had enough to drink.

Gaston had far more knowledge of life on a coral atoll than did any of the others, but he continued to draw wrath, blamed for the crash that had left them marooned on the island. He stayed to himself most of the time although Daisy tried to make him feel welcome in the group. Gaston was about 45 years old, a world-worn man with a paunch and the broken blood vessels on his cheeks of an alcoholic.

With each passing day the tensions within the group built up. Douglas attempted to soothe nerves, but managed only to inflame the others; and some of that emotion was transferred to Daisy as she and Sam were perceived as allies. Ben was quietly depressed; Kevin was almost a child, going from wild elation to dark despair in a moment. Gaston, the pilot, was silent and sullen. He rarely spoke except to Daisy, and then in the French she barely remembered from her childhood.

The sexual tensions didn't help matters. All the men looked longingly at Daisy's naked body. Her close proximity to the men often resulted in an erection. Kevin, the youngest of them, turned red; Douglas turned away. She had washed Ben's coral wound in the sea and re-bound it with cloth every day for two weeks and while she was kneeling over his calf he always got hard. She pretended not to notice. Gaston ignored his erections and Daisy observed with interest that his cock had a peculiar bend in it.

Daisy spent more time with Sam than any of the others and the two were often touching each other as they fished and hunted crabs and dove for shellfish and lobsters. Sam became erect when they were close; and sometimes pointed to it with humor. She once saw him masturbating on the beach after one of their close encounters. She wondered whether he knew she was watching.

The men all discussed sex as they set around their cooking fire or huddled together in their shelter at night. "Oh, God, please send me a woman. Fat, ugly, old; I don't care. I just want a woman," was Sam's prayer. "I've never been without a woman this long." The others guffawed at that.

Ben was married and talked about his wife with love and affection. "The best woman I've ever had. Perfect ass and tits and she knows how to use them." Kevin reminisced about his college girlfriends and told stories about wild parties and drunken dates. Douglas said little about his love life. Daisy only listened and smiled when the men looked at her longingly. None of them were aggressive with her, but all of them yearned for sex. Daisy was frightened at what might happen if she paired off with one of the men. Every day, relations among the men became tenser and more antagonistic as the expectations of rescue faded and hopelessness set in.

The blowup came with a trivial event. They were all sitting around the cooking fire eating dinner. Mild-mannered Ben was roasting small fish on a stick. Gaston plucked one of the fish off the stick. "God damn it, Gaston, you always take the biggest fish and leave us with the shit."

Gaston defended himself. "There are enough fish for everyone."

"You shouldn't get any fish," said Ben. "You're the reason we're stuck on this island."

"Leave Gaston alone," said Kevin. He liked the decadent, seedy, faintly romantic Frenchman.

"I'll say anything I want to the Frenchie," answered Ben, and in his anger he accidentally kicked the stick on which the fish were roasting into the fire.

"God damn it, Ben. I worked all day long to get those fish." That was Sam. "Clumsy oaf."

"You've got a big mouth," said Ben, rising to his feet as Sam did also, the two of them facing off against each, eye to eye.

"Stop it," shouted Douglas, asserting his leadership. They paid no attention to him. He jumped between them and as Ben and Sam scuffled Douglas fell into the fire. Daisy grabbed him by the hand and pulled him up and away from the coals.

Sam and Ben were pushing and shoving each other like mad bulls. Kevin rushed between them, and was pushed aside.

Douglas was lying on the sand, grimacing in pain, and Daisy hovered over him. He shouted at Sam and Ben. "Stop it, you two. I’m trying to keep things under control and it's for nothing."

"Who the hell put you in charge, anyway," said Sam. Kevin put a hand on Ben's chest, and Sam pushed it away, knocking Kevin over. He fell over Daisy and ended up on top of her and Douglas, who screamed in agony. Kevin quickly jumped to his feet, ready for a fight. Now three of them were jaw to jaw, yelling at each other.

Gaston, standing apart from the group, diverted them with a yell of his own. "That's it! I'm leaving. Daisy, Kevin, I invite you to go with me. The rest of you can go to the devil. And I'm taking my shirt and my tools with me."

"Like hell, you're taking anything with you," said Sam. "You leave in your birthday suit. That's all."

"Shut up, Sam. Shut up all of you!" Daisy shouted from the ground. "Douglas is burned. Gaston is leaving, and you three are fighting. We're going to die if we don't cooperate. Don't you get it, you idiots!"

They all stopped to look at her. "First, I tend to Douglas, and then we'll talk this over. Like adults. Not animals. Sit down. You too, Gaston. Don't go anywhere." Sam meekly complied and the others followed, sitting down on the sand, wordless.

Douglas was not seriously burned although blisters were rising on his back and buttocks. Daisy continued: "Kevin, get me a coconut shell full of sea water to wash these burns. And Gaston, we've found use for that famous shirt of yours. Get it. We need to cover these burns to keep the flies and gnats out." Daisy did what little she could to soothe Douglas's burned back.

When she had finished with Douglas she turned to the rest of them, now sitting quietly in a circle around her. "We can't fight among ourselves. We might be here for years. Let's plan on that. Now, make up, all of you. Right now! Shake hands!"

Ben extended his hand to Sam and they shook. "Sorry," said Ben. "My bad." All the men joined in shaking hands.

"How do we get along?" asked Daisy.

"We have to find happiness in our lives," said Kevin. "This is depressing and there's no light at the end of the tunnel."

"Good point," answered Daisy, finding herself, not unpleasantly, the leader of the discussion. "How do we do that?"

"Fun, other than just sitting on the beach looking for an airplane or a ship," said Ben.

"A bunch of men marooned on an island, no soccer ball, no booze, no women. That's hell on earth," moaned Sam.

"We have a woman," said Kevin. All the men turned to look at Daisy, even Douglas who had been grimacing with pain. Gaston, who was pacing behind where the others were sitting, stopped in his tracks.

Daisy felt uncomfortable. She was suddenly aware of her nakedness. Douglas spoke up for the first time. "Daisy is almost a child."

"I'm not a child. What are you suggesting, Kevin? That I leave the group because I'm a distraction?"

"No, the opposite."

"Look, Kevin, I'm the odd one out here. I don't have a cock. I know that each of you has some sexual problems because of me. I see the looks. I hear the remarks. I've laughed them off, because I like all of you; and we need each other. But I can't pick favorites. I've thought of pairing off with one of you, but I've rejected the idea because it would destroy the group. I'm in a delicate position. It's not fun for me. I would like romance too."

They all sat silently and the men muttered among themselves until Sam spoke up. He was uncustomarily reflective. "Daisy, it's not your fault that you're the only woman, but I can't stop thinking about wanting you. When we got on that airplane, I was thinking about how I might get you in bed. It's the same here. I think the others feel the same. You and I spend all day together every day, and at night I sleep beside you, touching you, seeing you. It's killing me!"

Daisy looked at the five men sitting around her. They all nodded in agreement with Sam. She sat quietly for a long moment and then said, "What can we do about that?"

"It's up to you." Sam answered.

"Any arrangement we make has to be fair, all for one, one for all. Well," she laughed, "I didn't mean it quite that way." She paused. "Maybe I did. If you, all of you, promise me harmony, promise me you'll quit fighting among yourselves, maybe we can come to an agreement."

"Are you talking about sex?" asked Douglas, a horrified tone in his voice.

"Yes, sex." She thought about that for a moment. "If sex will help us survive, I'll do it. But you all have to agree. Harmony. All for one, one for all."

"You'll agree, Douglas, or I'll throw you cock-first into the fire, you pommy prude." said Sam.

"Enough, Sam. Just shut up." Daisy scolded his threats.

"Doug's not our leader. He either agrees with us or he's off to his own part of the island. Alone," Ben said.

Daisy spoke lightly. "It's up to you, Douglas. But we all have to be in agreement. If you don't go along, you go into exile. It's like that TV program." She smiled at Douglas, adding levity to her voice.

"I'm not sure what we're talking about," said Kevin.

Daisy took a deep breath. "I guess I'm saying that I'll have sex with you; all of you; if you pledge to get along, to cooperate with each other. All five of you. But there has to be limits. I can't fuck you all every night. And I don't want to get pregnant. I'd have to abstain for 10 days each month. And then there's my period. Five days, usually. Most of all I don't want anybody calling me a whore."

"I'll kill anybody who does," said Sam. "You're a goddess, Daisy."

"Hear, hear," said Ben, bowing down in mock obeisance.

"Hey, guys," Daisy said lightly. "I'm not sacrificing myself for the group. Who knows? I might like the sex."

"We'll make sure of that," said Sam. "I don't know about the others, but I have a rare prowess in making a woman happy."

The group exploded in mocking merriment. "How is this going to work?" Kevin asked. He turned to Gaston, who had been silent throughout the conversation. "Are you in this deal?"

"Mais oui. With pleasure. I am attracted to Daisy."

Sam looked at Douglas. "Are you in? Yes or no."

Douglas looked at Daisy. "I didn't mean to be insulting. I agree; although I may have to be careful because of these burns before I, uh, get physical."

"You have a bye, on account of illness." They all laughed together and Daisy noticed several erect cockes around the fire.

"I'm ready. Now!" shouted Sam, rising to his feet in celebration, jumping up and down. "I am looking forward to loving Daisy."

"So, how do we get started?" asked Ben "

Daisy got to her feet. "Maybe I'll just take a walk on the beach while you decide among yourselves how to organize this. Keep in mind that I'm not a fucking machine. I have emotions; and limits."

"You don't want to get pregnant, so we'll have to start keeping a calendar to determine when it's safe. I'll do it. I know how to calculate it," said Douglas, always the practical one. "We also have to agree not to talk about any of this when; if; we get rescued. I have a wife, and children."

"My lips are sealed." She made a motion of zipping her mouth.

"Daisy," Douglas continued, "It will be my honor to have sex with you."

Daisy kissed him on the forehead. "It will be a honor for me also. With all of you. Can you build a little hut for me for some privacy. I don't want to fuck with everybody watching." She giggled. "At least for now."

"We'll all pitch in and build you a palace by the time it gets dark." said Ben. "The finest of coconut fronds. Soft, sweet smelling pandanas leaves, the whitest of sand."

"One more rule," she said. "Anybody who misbehaves gets cut off from sex. And maybe exiled."

"Who decides that?" Doug asked.

Daisy looked him the eye. "I do. No trial. No appeal. My decision." They all looked at her. The power quotient among them had changed. The young naked girl was in charge. They nodded in agreement.

She lightened her voice. "This might be fun. Is that an awful thing for me to say?" She paused. "There's just one more thing." She paused again while every man waited. "I'm a virgin."

All five men responded in a chorus of "What!"

"So, how was Kevin?" Sam and Daisy were building a fish trap, carrying coral rocks out into the sea and building a wall. The idea was that fish would swim inside the wall during high tide and be unable to escape during low tide.

"You shouldn't be asking that, Sam," Daisy admonished him. Thirty-five year old Sam and 19-year old Daisy spent hours together every day foraging for food and they had become close friends. Sam was outspoken in his admiration of Daisy. She wasn't sure what he was to her: a father figure, an older brother, or a potential lover. In different circumstances, she thought, he might have been the man she would have chosen as her first sexual partner.

"Why not?" Sam answered. "I won't care when you tell the others that I'm the best man you've ever had."

Daisy laughed in spite of herself. "Well, right now Kevin is the best man I've ever had. The only man."

"He fucked you?" He tugged on his growing beard.

"Yes! Of course. That was what we decided. Kevin first, then Gaston, Ben, you, and finally Douglas.

"He didn't have any problems? I mean fucking a virgin can make a man nervous."

"No, he didn't have any problems."

"I don't think I can wait three days for my turn. It's killing me, Daisy. We spend all day long together every day and we're naked and I know there's a mole on your left tit and a scar on your right ass cheek. I know more about how your body looks than any woman I've ever known. I want you."

Daisy kissed him on the cheek, but avoided his hand that sought to draw her to him. "I look forward to my night with you, Sam. But the six of us made a deal. You have to wait your turn." She looked down at his crotch. He was erect. "I'm sorry if I agitated you."

"I'm not sorry at all that I'm agitated. I like being agitated. Tell me more about Kevin. If we can't have sex, you can tell me about it."

She avoided the question. They were standing knee deep in the warm tropical water. She looked critically at the submerged wall they were building. "Why don't you bring me some more rocks. Big ones. We need to get this fish trap finished."

"All right, Polynesian princess. Back to work."

As Sam turned away from her, Daisy touched his arm. "I do have a question I'd like to ask you. About something that happened last night. Or rather didn't happen. But you can't tell anybody."

"I won't. We're mates, remember? I fell in love with you when I pulled you out of that airplane and we floated together to the surface and my cock was nestled against your cunny. Oh, shit. I deserved to be first."

"Sam, whatever we feel, we have to survive, and that means we all have to work together. We can't be divided. And I can't show favorites. I am, whether I like it or not, the reward you men get for cooperating with each other. Do you believe that?

"Yeah, reluctantly I agree."

After another hour of work they got out of the hot sun and rested in the shade of coconut palms, lying side-by-side on the white sand. "About Kevin," she said. "And if you ever tell anybody about this conversation, you are burned toast. Understand?"

"Yes, I understand," Sam answered. "This is between you and me. Promise."

"I need your advice. I'm not just telling you this because we're friends." She paused. "Kevin was a perfect gentleman." She giggled. "If that's appropriate to say about a man who is fucking you. He didn't just hop on and off. We went out in the water and we kissed and caressed and he put his finger inside me and made me come. It was very nice. It didn't hurt at all.

"So, then we went back to that nice hut, you built for us. Very romantic. I loved the banana fronds on the sand. Soft and nice. And Kevin fucked me. Slowly; but I didn't come. And we slept a while and he work me up in the middle of the night and he fucked me again. Faster. And I still didn't come." She laughed. "But I faked it the second time and told him I had."

"You know enough about sex to fake it?"

"I've seen women climax in the movies. I moaned and thrashed around." They chuckled together.

"How is it, that you are still a virgin?"

"I don't know. I've always been busy and I went to a girl's school, I've had a few boyfriends, but I've never been all that enthusiastic about any of them. I came to Tahiti this summer with the thought that it was time to lose my virginity. I was hoping to find an Islander for my first man. Well, that didn't work out; and now I've got five men and an island. All to myself. Whoopee!" she finished with a laugh.

She pushed herself up on one elbow and faced Sam, lying on his back, his cock at half-mast. "So, why, Dr. Sam, sex counselor, did I not come? Everything was fine. I like Kevin. His cock in me felt good. I was enjoying the romance and the sex. Why didn't I come?"

"Well, it was your first time and that's understandable. You were tense and worried and a little scared."

"I actually felt pretty relaxed. Especially after he finger-fucked me. I was ready to enjoy a monumental orgasm with his cock inside me; and it didn't happen."

"Dr. Sam, your personal sex counselor, has to ask this. Do you masturbate?"

"Of course. I'm not some kind of prude! At least I don't think so. I say that as I lie here totally naked lying next to a totally naked man with an erection."

Sam guffawed. "Do you do it by rubbing your clit or putting your finger inside you?"

"Usually rubbing my clit. I don't use tools or vibrators or anything like that." She paused. "Jesus! I can't believe I'm telling you this."

"I would love to have more carnal knowledge about you. But for the moment I'll just say that I have known women who did not climax from vaginal sex. They have to be eaten or have their clit rubbed. Maybe you're one of them?"

"I hope not."

"Well, when it's my night to sleep with you, we can conduct a scientific experiment to determine if you have a problem. I doubt that you do, but finding out could be fun."

Daily bounced a playful fist off Sam's shoulder and he responded with a nudge from his hip to hers. They laughed together and he put a hand on her breast. She pushed it away.

"Daisy, my love, I should have tit feeling privileges."

"Not until it's your night. And then you can feel my tits all you want. And I promise I will enjoy it." She paused a moment. "There's another possible problem. My period will start any day."

"Oh, no. Let me go on the record to say that I will fuck you during your period."

"We talked about that in the group. Somebody suggested that during my period and the days when I am fertile, that I might wish to explore other options. Does that mean what I think it does?"

"It means: will you do blow jobs?"

"I've never done one."

"Where have you been all your life? In a fucking monastery?"

"Almost. My parents were strict; and I wanted to be in love before I had sex."

"Well, I'm in love with you." He pointed to his cock which was standing straight up into the air. "I'll teach you how to give a man a blow job. That, my lovely, is a large, full-engorged cock you are looking at. First, move your mouth to the cock and pucker up."

She laughed and turned her head to kiss Sam on the cheek. "Oh, Sam, I would love to have sex with you; and learn how to give a blow job. But I can't cheat on the agreement I have with all of you. That would cause immense problems in the group; and it would be dishonest. You'll have to wait."

"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry I put you in the position of having to say no. I don't want to break the agreement either. But I have to jerk-off. I can't stand any more of this. Do you want me to go away or would you like to watch?"

"It's embarrassing to admit, but I'd like to watch," she giggled. She rolled over on her side and propped herself on one elbow, a breast pressed against his arm.

"You've never seen this done before?" Sam asked, his hand moving down to his cock.

"No."

Sam wrapped his hand around his cock. "Notice the simple beauty of that member. The perfect combination of length and thickness to please the most discriminating woman. That, my dear, is the finest cock you will ever see. Myriads of maidens have marveled at it." He stroked his cock.

"I'm impressed. Not! Those things are ugly."

"I don't suppose you would help me?"

"Sam, I promise I will fuck you the best I can; when it's your turn."

"Don't move. I like your tit pressing against my arm."

"I can't believe what we're saying to each other. It's kind of fun."

"I'm going to come pretty quick."

"I'm watching."

Sam was breathing hard and hunching his hips forward as he stroked his cock. His movements became more intense, his breath more rapid. He raised his hips from the ground, "Now," he said.

With that, he shuddered, and streams of semen shot out of his quivering cock and landed on his chest and he half turned toward her and one of the streams landed on her arm, stretched out beside him. "Five, six, seven," she counted the strings of semen in her head.

Sam's body relaxed and his hips fell to the sand, and he wiped a hand across his face, and then to her face, running his fingers over her nose and eyes and mouth. She nibbled on one of his fingers.

"Oh, fuck," he said when he could talk. "That was good. I needed that. I'm glad you were with me for that. It was more intense."

She sat up and looked at the drop of semen on her forearm. She dipped a finger into it and tasted it. "Salty. Sticky. Eh."

"If you're going to do blow jobs, you have to get used to it."

"I'm going to do what helps us survive on this island."

"Good girl! I'll make you happy. If I ever get my turn..."

"I'm looking forward to it. You said you'll fuck me when I have my period. What about the other guys? What do I do?"

"I'll fuck you. Blow the other guys."

"Any tips on giving blow jobs?"

"Don't bite."

by Elsie Thompson for Literotica.

One day just after school had ended, I was relaxing in my family’s pool. My parents were at work and under the impression that I was planning my college future. School had just ended and the last thing that I wanted to do was thing about more school. My sister, who was about a year older than I was, was also enjoying the cool water.

My sister Melanie was on her summer break from college, and according to my parents looking for a summer job. She had no intention of working any more than I had intentions of planning a college career.

“Oh hi Danni, that’s just my waste of space brother, why don’t you come over, my parents aren’t here and the pool is so refreshing,” my sister shooting me a nasty glance, “ okay, don’t forget your suit, Bye.”

She hung up the phone and threw the nearby beach ball at my head, “my friend will be over soon, I want you to disappear.”

 I threw the ball back at her and said “no go, this is my pool too ya know!”  “Fine!” she scolded, “but just don’t embarrass me!”  I put on my most innocent look and placed my hand on my chest.  She just walked away.  About fifteen minutes later the doorbell rang and I could hear giggling behind me.  I turned around and laid eyes on the most breathtaking beauty that I have ever seen.  She was incredible, gorgeous blonde hair, very pretty smile, beautiful long tanned legs, muscular stomach.  I couldn’t wait to see her eyes, she was wearing shades that hinted to a mystery, but when she removed them, I couldn’t help but stare into her eyes.  She just stared back into my eyes, making my feet start to tingle. 

  My sister said, “this is Danni,” as I felt my heart jump.  “Hi Danni,” I went back to swimming on my end of the pool.  I didn’t want to be too obvious that I was hiding a huge erection in my trunks.  The phone rang and my sister answered it, put a few words in and then hung up.  I could tell it was either Mom or Dad by her reaction, “what’s up sis?”  Melanie said it was Mom and that she has a job interview in twenty minutes.  I said “good luck” like any other pesky younger brother would say.  She told Danni that it was okay if she wanted to hang out in the pool until she got back, she then glanced at me and said, “behave.”

 I couldn’t hide my grin as Melanie walked into the house to get dressed.  A few minutes later I heard the car scream out of the driveway.  Danni came over to where I was and said, “so now it’s just you and me now huh bro?”  I grinned and she returned the smile, and what a smile it was, it lit up her whole face, it was the kind of smile that would stop traffic on the freeway at five o’clock.  I guess I kind of got lost in it, because she told me, “you can wipe up the drool now.”

 About all I could stammer out was an “I’m sorry.”

 “It’s okay, you can look all you want, I don’t mind, I am actually very attracted to you as well!”  I reached over and pulled her in for a kiss, she did not resist, in fact she didn’t seem to want the kiss to end.  I moved my tongue in and out of her mouth as she responded by licking my tongue with her own and pushing her tongue into my mouth as well.  The passion kept climbing as her hands were pulling me closer and closer, when she suddenly stopped.  “What’s this, as she reached under the water and grabbed the front of my trunks.”

 I must of looked scared to her because she looked at me and said, “it’s okay as long as this for me.”

 I said, “of course it is, I have been this way since I first saw you walk through the porch door.”

 Danni smiled again and said, “good, because I’m really horny now and I need you bad.”

 She reached down and pulled my trunks down to my ankles, lifted off her bikini top and crushed her breasts against me as she went back to kissing me passionately.  I fumbled to reach the ties at her hips that would release the bikini bottoms, so that I could see her in all of her naked glory.  The sun, the water, her body all of these I was loving. I couldn’t wait for her to touch me, I couldn’t wait to touch her.  I reached my hand between us and found her stomach, I slowly moved my hand south until I found her belly button, I played with the ring there and then moved south again.  

  My hand felt her soft hair, flowing in the water, tickling my fingers as I explored.  When I finally reached my destination and touched her for the first time, she gasped her delight and grabbed my erection firmly.  I started to move my head down to her neck, kissing and licking as I went down to her chest, which was barely covered in the cool water. 

I dragged her down farther into the shallow end and began my descent again.  I kissed her, her cheeks, her earlobes, her neck, I nibbled  and slowly moved down to the place between her breasts and her neck.  Every time that I concentrated on an area for a moment, I was greeted with a moan and her hand moving up and down on my erection. 

 When I reached her breasts, I slowly licked my way around her nipples, being very careful, not to touch the nipple.  She was growing more and more excited, with my hand still playing down below and me teasing her breasts at the same time.  She pushed me away and sat me on the stairs at the end of the pool, “enough playing, I want you now!”  She straddled my legs and let me kiss her breasts for a moment, which I finally moved my tongue around her nipples, she moaned and dropped down, engulfing my erection inside of her. 

The coolness of the water, the heat between our legs was becoming too much for the two of us.  We were both trying to make it last, she was moving very slowly up and down on my lap, moaning every inch that I moved in or out.  She began kissing me wildly, moaning my name as we continued closer and closer towards are impending orgasms.  Her body was incredible, shimmering off the water and sweat rolling off of her. 

I couldn’t hold out any longer as we both started moving more quickly.  We both climaxed about the same time, each one moaning and grasping for breath.  She collapsed in my arms in one great moment of release.  She kissed me once again with great passion and then went to retrieve her suit.  “Your sister will be home soon, and she will never know about this, understood?”  “My lips are sealed,” I said as I replaced my trunks on my body.  I phoned my mother and told her the good news, “I know what college I want to go to.”

By Fugman for Tumblr.

by Kuntry yute. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

The rain burst out of nowhere, as it usually does. One minute the afternoon was bright and sunny, then the sun just disappeared behind a big dark cloud and the rain cut loose.

No one was in the house but me, with Mama off to see her church sister. The rain was heavy. You could see it in the fat drops and the fast-moving muddy streams that turned the yard into a small riverbed. But the best part for me was the pounding on the zinc roof, as if the rain was playing a whole heap of kettle drums at the same time. The wind picked up at times, lashing the large banana leaves into a crazy dance, like big, awkward hands flapping to the heavy rain drops. I watched and listened, content inside the warm, dry house. It was a good mood, like I could roll with the energy and rhythm and dance to my heart’s content, or get a sheet and curl up in the big couch, to just rest or doze off.

But I wasn’t going to be denied. This moment was too good to waste. The living room had a big window that looked out on the yard and provided a full view of anyone approaching, as long as the curtain was not fully drawn. I could enjoy the comfort of the love seat and keep an eye out for Mama; all I needed to do was turn it around to face the yard.

I easily flipped the couch around, nervous excitement overtaking my senses and body as I imagined the delights just seconds away. I quickly washed my hands in the bathroom, pulled a couple items from my drawer and hustled back to the living room. I started opening the curtains and recoiled in shock and irritation.

Someone – looks like a man - was out there in the rain, splashing up on the verandah and depositing a rickety black umbrella in a corner before knocking on the door. The umbrella was useless, on account of all the water he was busy brushing off his arms and legs. I stashed my items under the couch seat and opened the door, intent on quickly dealing with him and getting to my pleasure.

“Hi Cherry” he greeted after a slight pause, surprised uncertainty in his eyes as he brushed a few droplets from his face. I figured he was expecting to see Mama instead of me.

“Tony, right?” I responded with a smile.

“Yes,” he said, grinning suddenly at me from his rain-wet face.

My irritation was dissolving rapidly as I looked him over. I had glimpsed him three nights ago, the first time since he had left for university two years ago. Many people didn’t go to university from this village, and people talked about him a lot, including his mother who couldn’t stop boasting about her bright son. It was annoying, especially for someone like me that didn’t make it to university.

I wasn’t annoyed now though. He was short and stocky when we were kids. He wasn’t tall now, just medium height, about two inches taller than my five foot eight. The stocky look was still there, but more athletic, like he was a sprinter or one of those American football players. As a boy his father used to give him bad haircuts, and it worsened the look of his face which was already ordinary with the flat nose and large, almost bulging eyes. Nobody would call him handsome now, but he had grown up well, sporting a clean shaved head, with eyes that were sharp and intelligent looking, and a face that was strong and hard, like a thick chunk of cured pimento wood.

His eyes moved quickly, up and down, just as I had done. But it was open and forward, the type of look that said he was not afraid to show his hand. He wanted me to know he was seeing me as a woman, a woman that grabbed his interest, and he wanted me to react to that interest.

I was interested in him for real, no doubt about it. I had felt it when I saw him last Friday, that flash of sexual curiosity, seeing him all sexy and relaxed. He had looked at me quickly, followed by a smile of recognition and a polite greeting. I smiled back, blushing and hoping he hadn’t seen the interest in my eyes. Now I grinned to myself, thinking how smooth he was then in the public place, acting all polite and decent, when he was clearly interested and just biding his time.

There was a prickling on my skin, leaving goosebumps on my arms and my nipples felt like someone was giving them little electric shocks. My pumpum twitched suddenly with pleasure, a sweet, achy pleasure. I was shocked at the reaction in my body and suddenly my thighs squeezed together, as if to keep the feelings trapped down there and not affecting the rest of me, for fear he could see his effect on me.

He was like a godsend, appearing as if by miracle, just when I was in the mood to frig myself with the weather and Mama cooperating so well. But with some effort I reined in the feelings. There was desire in his eyes, but I couldn’t assume he was planning to do anything about it right now.

“You here to see Mama?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said, after a little hesitation. “My Mama asked me to drop off this partner money, and I couldn’t pass up the chance to see you.”

“I see you develop some sweet tongue,” I said saucily but I am sure he could tell I was flattered by his words.

“Sweet tongue yes, but truth too,” he said boldly, eyes lively with daring.

“Well, it’s good to see you too,” I said, giving him a little something in return, although I was warming up to him much faster than my words would indicate.

He held out his hand, offering an envelope that bulged slightly with the contents.

“I’ll give it to her,” I said, taking the envelope.

He stood there for a moment, eyes thoughtful, looking me over. I watched him, imagining the wheels turning in his head, figuring out how he should proceed. I waited, realizing belatedly with a touch of embarrassment that my lips were parted in anticipation of his next move.

“You want to dry those clothes?” I asked suddenly, surprising myself with the question. “Could give you time for the rain to ease off and you can tell me about life in Kingston.”

He looked at me sharply, surprise on his face. He looked down at his body with a frown, no doubt seeing and feeling the wetness in his shirt and pants. He looked at me, eyes steady, thinking it over.

“Ok,” he said with a shrug and smile. “Do you have something for me to put on or am I supposed to wait naked?”

“Not a bad idea,” I laughed back at him, knowing he was seeing the devilry in my eyes. “Don’t worry though, I’ll get you some of Papa’s clothes. He doesn’t need them anymore.”

I found a clean set of pants and shirt that looked close enough for his size. It was far from perfect though, because he was shorter and more muscular than Papa. The shirt was tight across his chest and arms and the pants were snug in the butt and crotch. He looked funny and sexy at the same time. He went and sat in my couch, making himself comfortable while I draped his wet clothes on the warm grate behind the fridge.

We talked for a bit, catching up on each other’s life over the past two years. I felt jealous, because he seemed to be doing so much and here I was wasting away in the dead-end village. He surprised me though, by praising what I was doing.

“Honey is a big deal,” he said, a little frown on his face. “You just need to scale up and get connected to the right distribution channels.”

I didn’t go to university, but I was always learning shit from free college courses and podcasts when the internet complied, so I knew what he was talking about.

“Scale up needs money and time, and that’s time I have to put in my regular job.”

“Let me think about it,” he replied, then leaned back in the couch with a strange smile on his face. “I see you still go to the river?”

“What?” I asked, frowning at him. I was perplexed as to why he would ask about the river.

“Those days were exciting even with the hard work,” he said with a longing look on his face. “Remember how we all used to play after the wash? Hide and seek, catch crawfish, eat guineps till we couldn’t walk properly…”

“Oh boy,” I smiled, remembering. “Those were the good old days. Kids nowadays just want to play video games. No love for nature. We don’t even wash clothes down there anymore. That life pretty much done.”

“Yet you were there yesterday,” he said quietly, his eyes still on my face.

“You were at the river?” I asked him, a nervous type of anxiousness spreading slowly through my belly.

He nodded silently, watching me. It might not be too bad, I thought to myself. Maybe he saw me going down or coming up, not necessarily in the river itself. But his next words shattered my flimsy hope.

“That big pool with the mango tree over it. I was heading for it, but just as I was about to climb down the bank, I saw you. I immediately thought of leaving but I just stood there, as if I had no power to move. I’m sorry for snooping on you but it was as if you hooked me right there, and the more I looked the more you pulled me in.”

I was ashamed and angry. In truth I really didn’t mind if someone sees me naked if I know and can make the decision for myself. But this was Peeping Tom stuff, him seeing me and copping a look without me knowing.

“You were snooping on me?” I snapped at him.

“Your fault for bathing out in public,” he said calmly, a little smile dancing across his lips, no doubt enjoying himself.

It was true. I knew it could happen but figured and hoped no one would be around. I was dying for a river bath; to have all the water I need to wash freely without thinking about conserving water. At least I didn’t bathe fully naked, although the flimsy slip was not much covering, especially when wet.

“What was so enticing?” I asked. His reasoning had taken away my excuse for being angry, and I decided to focus on the exciting part of what he had said.

“Everything,” he said, a faraway look in his eyes, faraway and happy. “I could just look at you all day, if you were just standing there in that wet slip, sticking to you like a second skin, you all curvy and sweet. But when you start to wash yourself it just make it sweeter.”

I am accustomed to men telling me how I look, in explicit terms. This was different. It’s amazing how two men could make it clear that they want bed you, and one leaves you disgusted while the other makes you wat to take off your panties right away. Tony was the panty dropping type.

He looked me in the eye once more and shuffled around in the couch, trying to make himself more comfortable, maybe because the pants were too tight for him. Without thinking my eyes slipped down to his crotch and they popped in surprise when I saw the clear outline of his hood to one side. I was surprised but the achiness in my pussy ramped up even more as I imagined him without pants.

He must have caught my eyes, and I am sure now that I wanted him to see me checking him out like that. His expression changed, his eyes boring into me, so intense that it was like I was not wearing any clothes and he could see all my nakedness and even into my thoughts.

it was surprising to me how comfortable and excited I felt, all alone here with him. Somehow, he had put me at ease without trying too hard, just by being himself. It helped a lot that I was already in the mood to play, but he sure revved up my interest.

It was strange. He wasn’t really my type. He was this nice, book type, not the big-talking rude boys I tend to like, even though they were not the best for me. Tony was different in a good way from way back, and his time in the city sure made him a sexy, confident man.

“So what exactly got you so spellbound at the river?” I asked finally.

“All of you, but it was a different level of wonder when you started to soap up,” he said, pulling my attention firmly back from my thoughts and squarely on to him. “It was like watching you caressing yourself for my benefit, caressing and massaging, your body wet and covered in soap bubbles. And the way you did it…it was not just a chore, not just cleaning yourself. I could tell you were enjoying it, and that part was a huge turn on too.”

“I love taking a bath,” I said, my mind all woozy with the beauty and sexiness of what he was saying. I always love poetry and he was speaking the sweetest, hottest verses to me right now

“And I can’t forget,” he continued, eyes glazed and slowly licking his lips at the memory. “You squatted down a bit, spreading your legs wide, and the slip ride up, showing off all of them firm, smooth thighs. And then you move that soapy rag up between them. I couldn’t see exactly what you were doing, but I could see your hand moving in, way in, then slowly and firmly up and down, soap suds covering all of your hand, your upper thighs and pussy area. You keep washing, up and down, then around in little circles, then in and out. I managed to look at your face a few times, hoping you were not noticing me watching you. But your eyes were closed by then…as if you were in another world. Your body trembled then, vibrating…and when you opened your eyes you looked so blissful…the joy on your face was real as your hand moved under the dress.

"Afterwards you waded into deeper water and sink down till the water was up to your chest. You bobbed up and down, rinsing off. You weren’t wearing any brassiere and your breasts bounced up and down, so round and juicy looking with the wet slip plastered tight on them. I couldn’t take my eyes off them. You were smiling at this time, a little smile, but a real smile…and I wonder how good it must feel to get such pleasure from washing your pumpum.”

He stopped talking and I realized I was staring at him, my mouth wide open, hardly breathing, legs turning jelly. My body felt hot all over and I knew I was in heat. My pumpum was fluttering, steady and strong, like another heart was down there between my legs. There was a wetness too, warm and sticky, like a raw honey spring was starting to open up inside of me.

“It was a good feeling,” I said to him, but decided not to mention that all that trembling and vibrating was me cumming. Maybe he knew and decided not to go there too. “And that’s what has you running over here to see me?”

“Yeah,” he smiled. “It was the exclamation point. I had seen you a couple days before and was going to check on you, but that just sealed the deal. I knew I had to come and see you”

“And I am glad you did. You are just what I need with this rain pouring down out there.”

I was shocked at how forward I sounded, but he had me feeling a certain way and I was in no condition to resist him, not that I wanted to at all.

“I wished you would say that,” he responded, flexing his strong legs, spreading them wide, causing his cock to shift and stand out even more in the tight pants. He followed my eyes, then looked back at me. “Come over here. I want to feel what it’s like to stroke your pussy the way you did.”

The rain was still lashing outside as I walked the short distance over to him. I stopped a few inches from him, and he leaned forward, his face in line with my crotch. He looked up at me, eyes locked with mine, a little question in his eyes. I realized he was asking permission, even though I would bet he was picking up my sex scent and knew I was ready for him. I smiled at him and he smiled back, the question disappearing from his face.

He was the man now, eyes heavy with desire and a lot of good, healthy lust. His wide nostrils opened up, like a jack donkey scenting the ginnie in heat. His tongue was out, slowly moistening the thick lips, moving slowly back and forth.

His hands went around my waist and down to my ass, his fingers strong and possessive, gently squeezing my big, soft ass. I grunted as the pleasure build up some more. He looked up at me, satisfied with my response, then got bolder. His hands went under my dress and palmed my ass cheeks again. This time I felt the hard warmth of his hands on my bare ass, because I was wearing one of those thongs with just a little string buried deep between my ass cheeks.

“You feel good,” he said softly, his hands busy, roaming all over my ass, fingertips finding and tracing the two dimples on my left cheek, then stroking all over, exploring me to his heart’s content.

“I like it, don’t stop,” I encouraged him, leaning in to brace myself on his broad shoulders. He was like a rock, hard and firm, and I leaned into him as he owned my ass, kneading and stroking, then spreading the cheeks apart, so wide until I could feel my pussy lips opening slightly.

“No stopping,” he said again, looking up at me. He kept his eyes on mine and I felt his fingers snaked under the strings of the thongs and slowly rolled them down my thighs. He carefully removed them from around my feet, then tucked them in the pants pocket. He flipped up the hem of the dress and his head disappeared from my view.

He sniffed my pussy. Sniffed again, his lips so close to my flesh I could feel his warm breath on the sensitive lips.

“You smell good,” he said from beneath the dress, his voice muffled but clear enough for me to hear him above the crashing rain. “It smell like good pussy.”

He stood up suddenly and pointed to the couch. “Sit down,” he said, his voice all of a sudden sounding like a command. I quickly complied, body buzzing with anticipation.

“Lean back,” he commanded again. “Make yourself comfortable.”

I leaned back meekly, totally at his mercy. He seemed to tower over me, standing there, legs braced, his dick thick and hard in my dead Papa’s pants.

“Spread your legs. Put them up on the armrest. I want you wide open for me.”

I hesitated a bit, but he was having none of it. “Just do it,” he said firmly, his bare foot nudging mine.

I did as he demanded, lifting my legs up on to the armrest. The dress ride up all the way on my thighs to my belly. I lay there like that, fully skin out, exposing all of my wide-open thighs and my pussy to his eyes. And the doubt hit me hard as I lay there like that, doubt filling up my mind with negative thoughts, doubt that he would be disappointed.

He didn’t say or do anything, just stand there, eyes fastened on my pumpum, his mouth hanging open and breathing hard. He looked like he was in a spell, like the pussy put obeah on him. The doubt vanished and I smiled with relief and satisfaction. And I could feel the warmth spreading all over me again, starting out in my open pussy, like there was a fire growing down there, growing and spreading out.

“What a way you like the pussy, ehh?” I asked him, although it was more like telling him.

“Yeah,” he breathed, kneeling down and shuffling in between my legs.

“What you like?”

“How it’s pretty,” he said, eyes roving over it. “So fat and juicy looking. The way you trim it low I can see all the meat. So plump and fresh looking. And the way it’s opening up, showing off the sweet puffy brown lips and that wet, pink insides. Look at the clit…I can’t wait to lick it good.”

“Lick…??”

He must have seen the shock on my face because he laughed and firmly nodded his head, making it clear he was going to do whatever he wanted.

“Never get your pussy licked? Anybody ever eat you out?”

“No,” I said, shocked and embarrassed at the same time, but the excitement hit me hard and I feel my pussy spasm, the hole opening and closing like the mouth of a red snapper out of water.

He moved fast without any warning. One minute he was staring at my pumpum pulsing before him and the next second his head dive in and his tongue was swiping through my pussy from bottom all the way up to the top. It was electric, his thick warm tongue licking my wet flesh like he was licking his favorite Devon House ice-cream, when you don’t want it to melt and waste in the hot sun.

“Oh Jesus,” I moaned, shutting my eyes in ecstasy and my toes curled as the pleasure run through my legs, almost giving me muscle contract as my body tensed up from the sweetness.

“It’s not Jesus,” he said, talking directly into my pussy. “It’s Tony.”

His hands grasped my thighs and pushed them wider apart and his lips fastened on my clit and sucked softly. As my head threatened to explode his tongue flicked out and lashed the sensitive meat, swirling around it in little circles that drove me wild.

“Rahtid,” I gasped. “it’s so good.”

“Lots more to come,” he promised, leaning back and looking up at me, his mouth glistening with my pussy juice. “Just lean back and enjoy it.”

His hands were warm and firm on my thighs, pressing in, bending me back in two until my legs were pressed against my breasts and my pussy and ass were wide open, on full display before his hungry eyes. I could see all of it, between my big tits, past my rounded tummy and between my thighs. The pussy mound was high, like a little round hill with the trimmed bush barely hiding the meat beneath. The mound split, separating into the plump pussy lips that always stand out like two juicy sausages in my panties, so fat they were usually peeping out on each side of the panty. And right in the middle, above the deep pussy groove, was the clit, as big as my thumb top, standing up hard, glistening with his spit and my cream.

He was in awe of my pumpum, but his eyes were everywhere, roving all over my body. I love my body, but I have this shame about some parts, like my tummy. His eyes were glowing, pure joy in them as he took in all of me. From my full breasts, over my belly, then down my quaking thighs then back up to my pussy, resting there, like it was the gold mine of his search.

He licked my inner thighs, the soft, delicate flesh just below my pumpum, the part that kissed each other when I sit down or walk.

“That sweet,” I said, trying to spread my legs more, invite him in even more. He licked again, a long, slow lick from my fleshy thigh up to my sex, stopping just below the fat lips.

“I’m not playing with you anymore,’ he said, eyes flashing up to me before returning to the business at hand. True, he had just licked my pussy, and I was now exposed to the pleasure of oral sex. But I wasn’t prepared for the intense pleasure, the strange closeness and the nastiness that he was about to deliver to me, straight through my eager, creaming pussy.

He licked me again, his tongue delving into the center of my pussy, slurping up my sticky juices, then licking the tender inner lips.

"Oh God,” I moaned, as his tongue bored back into my hot hole and lapped me up, like he was drinking his favorite soup. He sucked up and down, drawing out the creamy cum, the sounds lewd and sexy all at once. It was sex sound, pussy sound, pleasure sound and my body and mind accepted and reacted to it, making my cunt even more soft and gushy, till the cream leaked out of me, running down the crease in my ass cheeks and on to the couch.

“Eat out my pussy,” I coaxed him, my hand now on his shaved head, urging him on. He didn’t need any encouragement, but the slurping got louder, and his tongue felt like a little cock, stimulating every nerve in my pumpum.

“My clit now,’ I groaned, arching up my ass off the couch, offering him all of my pussy. "Suck it like a lollipop.

He did.

"Oh sweet Jesus,’ I bawled, as the heat and electricity exploded in my fat clit, sending the shivers down into my pumpum.

He lapped me, the thick pink tongue gliding in and out of my pussy as it spasmed and spewed more cream for him to slurp. His hands left my thighs and I held them wide for him as his hands spread my pussy lips wide open and he dove in, his tongue straight and firm, digging into me like a hard cock.

"Oh God, you so nasty,” I wailed as the tongue lashing put me in tremors.

He didn’t answer but suddenly I felt his finger sliding into my pussy and his tongue moved to claim my clit. He fucked me slowly with his finger, sinking all the way in then stroking firmly on the way out, teasing and exciting my pussy as no one had ever done before. He sucked and licked my clit at the same time, making me bawl with the twin pleasure. The rain thundered on the roof, matching my wails, and I felt a huge pressure building up inside me, way down in the depths of my cunt.

It started to vibrate, big waves of delight rolling out with each lick and each finger fuck stroke. My body was trembling too, shaking in a frenzy. I gripped his head again, mashing his face into my cum plastered pussy and my thighs closed around his shoulders, squeezing and pressing him into me, as if I wanted his entire body to fuck my overstimulated pussy

“Come for me now,’ he ordered, screwing me with two fingers now, his lips and tongue going back to my clit, abusing it with delicious swirls and licks. My pussy was on fire, thanks to this grown up country nerd and I bellowed in the rain, cross-eyed and delirious from the pleasure attack.

"Come for me,” he commanded again. “Give it up gal. Make this fat pussy buss in my mouth.”

It was too sweet. And the rough, in-charge patois pushed me over the edge. The spasm hit like a big earthquake and the pussy erupted. The ecstasy washed over me, and I bucked up into him, bawling with every bolt of pleasure. He stayed with me, holding me in place, his lips and tongue working on my heated clit, keeping the pleasure going as my juices flowed like ripe honey, coating his lips and chin.

Finally it slowed down, and I relaxed back into the couch, the seat warm and sticky beneath me. He moved his mouth off my pussy and leaned in over me, a pleased puss smile on his face. He was plastered in cum, and I could see a small piece of pussy hair sticking to his lip. I gently removed it and showed it to him, and we laughed out loud.

Suddenly I heard the hurried footsteps out back and I looked at Tony in shock and worry. He heard it too, a questioning look on his face. I moved quickly, no time to think about a big plan.

“Go hide under the bed in there,” I instructed, pointing in the direction of my bedroom. “take your shoes with you.”

His eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t question me, just did as I said. I straightened out my dress, looked around for my panties and recalled that Tony had put them in the pants pocket. I pushed the couch back in its right spot and cringed at the wet spot on it. I didn’t have time to come up with a solution because the door rattled for a second or two then burst open as Mama rushed in, dripping rainwater.

“You all wet,” I said. “Let me get you a towel.”

“It’s ok,” she replied. “I’ll dry off after I get some food stuff at the shop. I just stopped to drop off my handbag and a few things. Thought of sending you but I need to pick out some things myself.”

I breathed a big sigh of relief and waited in suspense, hoping Tony would keep quiet and out of sight.

“It smell a little funny in here,” Mama frowned, nose sniffing the air.

I knew what it was, and it was all over me and on the couch, like an irresistible perfume.

“Might be the saltfish?” I asked innocently, gesturing towards the pot that contained the salted cod that was soaking in the water, in preparation for cooking.

“Hmm,” she said doubtfully. “Must be a different type of saltfish that. It really smell high this time. Anyway, let me go get these things and come back. Start boil the saltfish.”

She left the way she came in and when she got to the front of the house I watched her, peeking out through a small gap between the curtain and the wall. I waited until she was out the yard and up to the street, then watched some more until she disappeared around the corner.

“You can come out now,” I called out to Tony.

He was out in no time, a look of relief on his face and I could tell he was dying to laugh as well. “That was close, eh? You think really fast on your feet. What if there was no saltfish on the stove?”

“I’d have to come up with something I guess,” I said, laughing at him. I switched the water in the pot and turned on the stove.

We stood in silence for a bit, smiling at each other, eyes communicating the same message of delight over what we just did. But then his eyes roamed my body once more and grew sharp with desire. I looked at him, mouth going dry as I picked up his intention. My pussy clenched at the realization and I shivered with the thought of what he wanted to do to me.

“You want to fuck me?” I asked slowly.

“Yeah,” he nodded, moving in and kissing me. It was a long, deep kiss, and I tasted me in the kiss. I could tell he wanted me to taste it because he licked me all over, sucking in my wetness and giving me his, mingling everything together for us to enjoy as we greedily licked and sucked each other’s lips and tongue.

His hands palmed my ass once more and crushed me against him so that his hard cock rubbed against my lower belly, just above my pussy mound. He dipped slightly until it was pressed firmly against my sex. He rubbed against me like that and I felt him everywhere; his tongue deep in my mouth, hard chest stimulating my hard nipples, his hands spreading my ass cheeks and his cock exciting my pussy.

“A going to fuck you now before your mother come back. Come over here.”

He stripped off quickly and stood before me naked. I took my time. In the back of my head I knew we didn’t have a lot of time and I needed him to dick me down good, but I took my time. He was fine. His body was hard from years of hard country work and developing bigger and harder, most likely from sports or the gym.

His cock was a magnet. Even as I drank in his entire body I was tracking it from the corner of my eyes. It was there in shadowy form, but very real in the unmistakable bulk and the slight bobbing as he rocked back and forth on his heels. I looked at it now, fully giving it all my attention. It was not long but thick and heavy looking, very much like him, the skin smooth and tight, with a big vein running from top to bottom. He was circumcised, and the bulby head was extra smooth and shiny, as if it was polished with the greatest care.

“I want to touch it,” I heard myself say. It wasn’t my first cock by a long shot, but it had me in a trance, making me act like a spellbound virgin.

“Say please,” he said, voice so firm I looked at him in surprise.

“Say please,” he said again, eyes staring me down.

“Please,” I said, my voice suddenly meek and soft, wondering how this man was bossing me around in my own house.

“Get down on your knees.”

Anger started to well up in me, but he moved into me, his eyes no more than two inches from mine. He was intense and in charge, suddenly reminding me of the big mongrel stalking the bitch in heat, knowing she was at his mercy. He knew I wanted him badly, and he was taking advantage of it to control me now. He saw the surrender in my eyes and his eyes blazed with the knowledge of the full conquest. His hands were on my shoulders, gentle but firm at the same time.

I went down to my knees, the floor hard beneath them. I stared at his thigs, firm and strong like the mahogany tree trunk. His cock swayed between them, capturing my attention once more. I took it in my hands, cupping it, amazed at the heaviness and the heat radiating from it, thinking how it would easily fill up my pussy and heat it up.

I caressed it slowly with my fingers, loving the smooth, silky feel, then closing my eyes and tracing the vein, enjoying the ridged feel. He inhaled suddenly and I looked up to see the look of pleasure on his face and it filled me with satisfaction that I could affect him like that. I circled the shiny head and he inhaled and grunted when my fingertip brushed the wide-open pee hole.

“That’s good,” he groaned, his thighs trembling with tension, as if he was in some sort of torture, which I guess he was, but the good type.

I had never done it before and had no plans to do so but I took his cock in my mouth. His reaction had me charged up now, and the hood was so pretty and scary looking at the same time that I must have lost my mind and gave into whatever erotic message my pussy was sending.

“Oh God,” he moaned, as I took the fat head in and let my saliva cover it. I sucked him softly, knowing that his dick head was bound to be super sensitive.

“Yeah, I like that,” he grunted, his hips swinging forward to push some more dick into my mouth. I gently braced against his thighs to stop him from choking me and I licked him good, getting the head sloppy and wet and excited.

“You suck cock good,” he mumbled, his hands firm on my shoulders as he slowly fucked my mouth with just the cock head. “But a not cumming like this. A going to fuck you. Get up.”

I got up quickly and he flipped me around and guided me up on the couch, spreading my thighs as wide as they could go. He rolled up my dress until my ass and back were bare and my breasts hang exposed, brushing slightly against the backrest. I grabbed a hold of the couch and looked back at him, eager to see him preparing to fuck me.

He was ready. His eyes were firmly planted on my swaying ass cheeks, then traveling down to stare at my wide-open lips and cum soaked pussy. His right hand was on my waist, steadying my body, and his left hand palmed the dick that looked really hard and fat now. I shivered in anticipation and my body vibrated with pleasure when the blunt head creased my waiting pussy lips.

I kept my eyes on him and he looked me in the eyes as he slowly fed the thick hood into my pussy. The head stuck for a brief moment and I felt his fullness then, giving my soft, plump lips a good stretch before popping in. I felt the immediate relief and the sweetness, but he did not give me any time to rest. He lunged forward in one smooth motion and buried the cock all the way in my pussy. I took him like a champion, and the wet pussy squelched and farted when he bottomed out.

He leaned in and his hands circled me, one high around my breasts and the other low, his forearm keeping me tight against him as his fingers and palm cupped my pussy mound.

“We going to fuck now,” he whispered in my ears, and then he was hitting it hard.

The couch rocked and the rain fell in a soft drizzle, barely audible on the roof as he screwed into me, every stroke churning my cream and filling the room with the sound of good fucking.

“Give it to me good,” I begged him, slamming back on to his strokes.

“Take it,’ he ordered, pulling me in tighter and rabbit fucked me so hard that my pussy was creaming nonstop and his balls were slapping good against my clit as my insides burned with the sweetness.

"Fuck me, you fucker,” I cried, fingers digging into the couch for dear life as he stroked me good. “I bet you dying for this pussy, huh?”

“Oh yes,” he grunted. “I never dreamt it would happen for real, so I am a lucky man.”

“I am lucky too,” I said, screwing my ass and squealing in delight as the fucking felt sweeter with the new motion.

“You can fuck,” he said with admiration. “I love that. Love when a woman show that she love the sex.”

“You good too,” I groaned, as he slowed down and sink it deep into me, the big vein rubbing and stimulating my steamy pussy.

“I could fuck you all day and night but a want you to cum and your Mama soon come back.”

He shifted behind me, climbing up on the couch, crouching over me like a male lion, his feet outside my legs, his hard, wet cock bobbing against my puffy labia. His left hand was now lower on my pussy, fingers over the lips, his other hand on my shoulder.

He slid into me, gliding in easily, his cock soaked in my juices. I felt the difference when he picked up the speed, the cock hitting different, raking more against the front part of my pussy. He got into a steady rhythm and I rested on the couch and closed my eyes as my pussy hummed once more under the relentless dicking.

“I love it,” I whispered, almost to myself.

“You have good pussy,” he whispered back. “And I am owning it, ok?”

He fucked me, over and over and I wailed into the lazy drizzle as my pussy voiced its pleasure with wet, sucking sounds.

“Your Mama is coming,’ he said.

Panic surged in me and I glanced out the window. She was coming for real, hustling in the light drizzle.

"You have 30 seconds to cum,” he said. “So that we will have time to clean up enough. Come with me.”

He quickened the pace, his cock pumping into me in earnest, causing the juice to fly out of my pussy and wetting up my thighs. His finger found my clit, stroking it and giving me even more pleasure. I rocked with him, skewering my pussy on his hard cock, loving the delicious ache as she pounded my pussy.

I stared out, anxiety mounting as I saw Mama coming closer and closer. And the exquisite sensations in my pussy grew and grew until I was shaking all over in ecstasy. I felt his cock pulsed in me, like a drumbeat. It pulsed again, harder this time, and with each stroke it vibrated even more until the extra stimulation was too much to bear. My pussy quaked, tremored, pulsed…and then it exploded.

“Oh Jesus, I am coming,” I wailed.

“Good,” he grunted, his strokes harder and shorter now, his fingers delivering mind numbing pleasure to my clit as I gushed on his dick.

“I’m coming now,” he warned, and his cock pulsed powerfully in the middle of my orgasm, and I felt the gush of semen as he filled me up.

He fucked me through it, and I held him tight to me, enjoying the feel of his cock vibrating in my clasping pussy as his seed swirled in me. There wasn’t much room for it and it soon leaked out on to my vulva. I wanted to stay there and savor it, revel in the sweet nastiness but Mama was less than two minutes away.

“Let’s clean up,” I said, shuffling beneath him.

He backed away carefully, his cock making an audible pop as it left my pussy. I suddenly felt the emptiness and wished I could sink back on to him, but had to use common sense.

We cleaned up quickly, fixing up as best as possible. The scent of well fucked pussy hung heavy in the air, and I panicked again at the thought of Mama walking into it. But relief washed over me a second later, rolling in on the pungent aroma of boiling saltfish. I opened the door, casually looking out as I let in fresh air to help freshen the room.

“Tony!” Mama gushed as soon as she set eyes on him. “What a pleasant surprise!”

The joy and respect were evident in her eyes. And he looked smart and respectable there, all dressed up again, his manner very much like the intelligent, church-going young man she knew. I grinned to myself, doing my best to keep the expression inside of me. It was funny seeing her reverence when she would have been horrified if she had seen him fucking me senseless just minutes ago. I grinned again as I felt his seed seeping from my still throbbing pussy.

“You have to stay for dinner,” she said, bustling about the kitchen. “How long you down for?”

‘All of the summer, ma'am.“

"Well, it’s good to have you and I hope you will visit us some more.”

“Yes ma'am,” he said with a straight face.

My expression was neutral too as my bare pussy pulsed at the thought of him visiting again and again.

by Kuntry yute for Literotica

By SoCaliDude. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I’m a 19-year-old sophomore at Pasadena City College where Ron, 24,  graduated a few years earlier. He’s now a junior at CSUF.

Ron and I met at a retirement event for our favorite teacher, Joe Keene.

I’m a 5-7, average blonde, brown eyes and freckles. Ron is 5 foot 10 with brown hair and green eyes. Folks say I’m shy, but Ron say’s my smile is captivating. while Ron could talk to anyone. His friend Joe suggested that we date, but I wanted friendship to prevent dating "distractions."

I’m was an art major. Ron is a media major.

Later, Ron bumped into me at Nicodel's, a popular Colorado Boulevard lunch spot across the street from P.C.C. Many of us ate there as our campus cafeteria was awful. As in really awful. Nic's had great food, was quiet with red brick and plenty of plants.

When Ron arrived, I was in a, rear, booth, crying. When he asked why, I told him the guy I hired to pose for my final figure project took my $100 and walked out.

"I had to draw him today,, I sobbed. It's my final project... I am ruined!"

"What were you drawing? Why $100?"

"Silly boy, it was a figure pose... as in nude..." I explained.

"Oh, he said. "I didn't know... I bet there are plenty of guys, on campus, who will get naked for you..."

"Yea, right," I responded. "They will want something other than $100, and I am, now, broke and I don't want their STDs. This is a major project. I am in, awful. trouble, here..."

"If you need a naked man, and put someone else's face, I could volunteer if you let me take naked pictures of you for my photo class..."

"Seriously?" I said. "Kind of like me posing for Playboy? That is a college girl's fantasy."

"Seriously..." Ron responded. "My SLR is in my car. I just need some 400 film-for natural light. Do you really want to pose nude?"

"I really need this grade... I am not much to look at... Covered with freckles and a hairy bush. I hope I don't scare you away..."

"You won't scare me. I lost my v-card last year and hairy pussies turn me on.."

"I hope you aren't planning sex," I admitted. "I've never even seen a naked guy and still am a virgin.."

We walked to his car, drove to the store-for film, and to my house...

"My mom is on the closing crew-at Sears, so we have about six hours of time..."

Ron dropped me at her door and parked his Camaro on the street... probly not believing I would see me, naked, within the hour... He knocked on the front door, I shouted, "It's unlocked, walk in. I am changing into my bathrobe..."

He walked in, shut the door behind him, and I greeted him in a plush, white, robe... walked him to our family room, turned around and dropped my robe, revealing my natural pine-cone shaped breasts, covered with freckles and a, very, bushy pussy... He couldn't help getting rock-hard, and dropped his jogging shorts and briefs and removed his t-shirt, revealing his plush hairy chest and crotch. This nude project was, quickly, moving forward...

I, quickly, grabbed my sketchpad, then, told him to stand on the end table, and started to draw him as his cock, shrank in his nervousness. I quickly, started drawing, acting as if he & I wern’t nude... I was just another model-to him...

I placed the sketch pad in my lap, covering my bushy pubes. However, my excited nipples pointed directly at him. For the first time, my good friend, was sexually attracting me, causing him to get hard, again. I acted like I didn't seem to mind, just smiled as I sketched.

About an hour, later, I concluded my work, stood up and showed him the final product, having added longer hair and a beard with goatee, to protect his anonymity, walked up, hugged, and French-kissed him, saying, "Thank you for saving my grade."

Ron had me stand next to the curtain, and took a, single, frontal nude, for his side of our deal. He said I was beautiful!

As he laid down on the comforter, on the sofa, I gathered up my nerves and gave into some new aroused passion, and shocked him by placing my pussy above his cock, reached for his manhood, which, quickly, became erect, saying, "We've done everything except make love," kissing him, again, as I slid onto him, popping my cherry, and surrendering my virginity.

"This is fantastic!" I shouted, as we joined, in passion. "I never dreamed sex would be this great!"

He gasped as he entered my warm, wet, hairy, pussy. I was in shock, then, quickly, reacted, as we pumped, together. Soon, we both "came" as Ron shook. Then, I grabbed the, bloody, sheet from the sofa, dumped it in the washer "to destroy the evidence," then led him to the shower "to wash off more evidence." All of our bathing had his cock, rock-hard, though, as we French-kissed under the shower... When he attempted to slide himself into my hairy pussy, I stopped him, saying... "Let's go to my bed. NOW!!!"

Moments later, he was eating my hairy pussy and stroking my breasts as I screamed in ecstasy, "Oh, oh, please don't stop. Your tongue, RIGHT THERE on my clit! Oh my..... OH MY... Uh!" before my first oral orgasm thunderstruck my body into convulsions!!!

He gently held me as I returned from orbit.... As I moaned in pleasure....

"That was so, freaking awesome!" I sighed... "I didn't think I was capable of feeling so great! Can I keep your tongue at my command???"

"I don't give it away, I laughed. Love my tongue, love me... And my tongue comes with a cock, that wants to be inside your bushy pussy! He is turned on by you..." He said....

I pulled Ron on top of me and he sucked my breasts as he slid his rock-hard, cock inside my soaking wet pussy... We rocked, together, missionary, kissing and stroking into a mutual climax and creampie before spooning to sleep..."

"Robyn? Robyn??? Who is that with you????? We woke up to the sound of my mother's surprise in the bedroom... "This is my, uh, friend, Mark, from school..."

"You are naked, under the covers, together..." said my mom... "You are closer than most friends..."

"You are right," I responded. "Mark saved my art project by posing for me when my model bailed out. Mark is a sweet man from school and I gave him my virginity after his tongue sent my pussy past the milky way... I hope he wants to stick around... I've crushed on him at school and want to share our lives..."

"Thanks for making my girl happy!" Mother said to Ron... "I hope you two used protection..."

"Don't worry," I assured mom... My period starts in two days... "I am in my safe zone... Which is great, because I want Mark's cock, again, as soon as you give us some privacy... Goodbye, mom!!!"

As soon as mom left the room, I rolled over and slid his cock into me, doggy-style... We rocked, into a passionate, mutual climax... together...

by SoCaliDude for Literotica

I took my friend Tess’s virginity by accident.

by  thegratian. listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

The text popped up on my screen: “Are you ready for me? I hope you’re saving up all your cum for when I see you tomorrow.”

Lysa attached a video. It was taken last summer, right before we were going to be apart for months. The video started on her face, scrunched up in pleasure, then scanned down her chest, her breasts bouncing in rhythm, nipples beautifully hard. The video kept going further down, over her toned abs, to the fuzzy dusting of blonde hair on her cunt. Further down, and I could see her flowery cunt lips opening, welcoming my cock over and over with a wet sound.

Behind the camera, I could hear myself say in a low, gruff voice, “Fuck, Lysa, I’m about to cum.”

“Cum inside me,” Lysa moaned on the video. “Cum in me, fill up my cunt; ”

On the video my cock drove deep into her, as far as it could go, then throbbed, emptying cum into her cunt. Lysa moaned off-camera. In the light of the flash, I pulled my cock from her grasping cunt, letting the cum spill out of her. As the camera tilted up, angling the shot to include not only the cum dripping from her cunt but also her heaving breasts and her face, blonde hair and eyes gazing down at me, I paused the video.

“Come on,” I typed back. “That’s not fair. You’re making it very hard to stick to our agreement.”

I’m ashamed to admit that quitting masturbation for three weeks was a harder task than I’d expected, but my girlfriend was going to be out of town for that whole time, and I’d agreed to save it for her. Lysa loved cum more than anything, and I was happy to oblige her, knowing the pent up passion would make my first time back inside her extra good.

Our junior year of college ended three weeks ago, so our whole friend group had gone down to my friend Henry’s family’s place in the Catskills for a vacation before starting our summer jobs. Lysa had to visit family, so she was only coming for the last chunk of the trip.

“Only 16 more hours,” Lysa texted back. “I get in late tonight.”

“Wake me up when you do,” I texted with a flirty emoji.

“I’ve got a few ideas of how.” She attached another picture, this one of her with two fingers buried inside her wet cunt.

“I’m blocking you,” I joked. “Too much teasing, and it’s only 9 A.M.”

From the door of my room, I heard a knock.

“One second,” I called out, before texting Lysa: “Have to go, big day of hiking ahead.” I put my phone down next to me, then yelled to the door: “Come in!”

Tess stepped through the door, looking alert and chipper in athletic clothing. She took in the room, frowning.

“We’ve been here one night and it looks like a tornado hit your room.”

My best friend from childhood, Tess grew up two streets away from me. We were even each other’s first kiss when we were 12. But that was all long ago. Both of us had chosen the same college, several states away from our hometown, and remained good friends. I can’t say people didn’t ask about me and Tess, though. She was undeniably beautiful: big blue eyes below dark eyebrows, high cheekbones and angular features, chestnut-brown hair tied in a tight braid. And yes, I had spent my teenage years observing the changes in her body, watching as she grew into a stunning, willowy woman with a shapely ass and breasts that were on the smaller side but perfectly fit her short frame. I knew she was beautiful, but our relationship was never really romantic (not counting the first kiss), which suited us perfectly. We worked too well as friends to risk anything. Besides, she had been the one to introduce me to Lysa, and Tess was dating Henry.

“You know how I feel about putting clothes in drawers while on vacation. Besides, you don’t have to share my room,” I said. I stealthily tucked my semi-hard cock into my waistband and stood, brushing past her to pick up one of the shirts from the ground. Sniffing it, I put it on.

“You’re horrible,” Tess said with a laugh. “Anyway, I was just coming to rouse you for breakfast. Everyone else is done eating, but what else is new?”

“Should I pack a hat? It’s supposed to get up to the 90s, right?”

“I don’t know. Henry and Greg were saying there’s a chance of rain. Can I check the weather on your phone?”

“Go for it.”

Tess picked up my phone, then let out a yelp and dropped it. She blushed furiously “Holy crap, whoops! Sorry!”

“What?” I crossed to the bed and picked up my phone. Lysa had texted one last picture, this one a closeup of us having sex. The caption read: “Don’t tire yourself out too much.” Tess had picked up my phone only to get an eyeful of my hard cock, wet and veiny, stretching out her friend’s cunt.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize that would be up on my phone,” I said, embarrassed. “Lysa’s been; sending me stuff in preparation for her getting in tonight.”

“Oh, yeah, no, I get it.” Tess blushed even deeper, then paused. “I; I only looked for a second, so I barely saw anything.”

“No, of course.” It was more flustered than I’d seen her in a long time. Neither of us knew what to say.

“I’ll just check the weather on my own phone,” Tess said, and left.

Tess came from a religious family, so her reaction wasn’t unexpected. When you’re raised by parents who don’t even mention the existence of sex to you, it can be tough to bounce back. I’d been the one to explain sex to her, one day when we were teenagers, coming back from school. Even so, by now I figured she’d gotten over the embarrassment and shame surrounding sex, considering she was dating Henry, but she was still fairly innocent. Then again, she had just been surprised with a closeup picture of her two friends having sex, so who wouldn’t be embarrassed?

I’m sure that was it, I thought as I got dressed for the hike. Regular embarrassment.

Despite my late start, a few cups of black coffee jolted me into alertness for the hike. Our other friends, Marina, Bo, and Sarah, were experienced hikers who were glad to drag us along at their fast pace, up trails with pine needles that covered treacherous rocks and roots. I spent most of the hike watching where I put my foot, expecting to twist an ankle any second. When I did hike without my eyes glued to the ground, I found them drawn up perfect, strong, slender legs to Tess’s ass in her tight athletic shorts. She was walking ahead of me, holding hands with Henry.

I shook my head. Clearly, a mixture of Lysa’s teasing and the sexual frustration of the last few weeks had turned me into a dog, slobbering over anything with the slightest female form.

We stopped for water at a clearing that looked out over the miles of trees below us. As I drank from my water bottle, Henry pulled me aside.

“Can I ask you something, man? It’s about Tess.”

“What’s up?” I thought maybe Tess had told him about the picture she’d seen of Lysa and me and prepared to apologize.

“Tess and I have been dating for like four months now, and; ” he paused, a little awkward. “I know this is weird, since you guys have been friends forever, but I’m just gonna say it: I kinda thought we’d be doing more, sexually, by now. All we’ve done is dry humping, nothing below the clothes.”

Hearing that was surprising, but not completely unexpected. So Tess was still a virgin. I don’t know how that made me feel. Part of me was bummed for my friends that they were missing out on all the great things sex had to offer, but another part of me, one I didn’t realize was there, felt a flash of; something. Not surprise, but maybe lust. I tried not to show emotion on my face as he went on:

“She’s said she’s waiting for marriage to actually have sex, which I totally understand, but do you think she’d want to do anything more than just makeout and dry hump? Not even just for me. I’d love to make her; finish, you know.”

“I haven’t talked with her about it,” I said truthfully. “It’s not the sort of thing we discuss.”

“Do you know if she’s ever gone further than that with her previous boyfriends?”

“What previous boyfriends?” Tess had never dated anyone seriously before Henry. Heck, the only reason I knew she was straight in high school was that she’d talk about having crushes on boys, but when I’d tell her to do something, she’d refuse. “If I were you, dude, I’d just let her lead the way. She does what she wants, but not before she’s ready.”

On the way back down the mountain I watched Tess with more curiosity. It certainly explained her reaction to the picture; she was totally inexperienced, so maybe it was more disgust at what she had seen. I felt bad for just leaving my phone open. I knew her well enough to know her reaction wouldn’t be one of judgment, but it had to make her uncomfortable. I resolved to apologize when I got the chance.

By the end of the hike we were all dripping with sweat. As Tess pulled her shirt up to mop off her flushed face, I could make out the tender curve of her breasts beneath her sports bra, and, I noted with another pang somewhere in my stomach, surprisingly hard nipples. When she lowered the shirt she was looking right at me. I looked away, too late.

Damn, I thought, cursing the fact that Lysa wouldn’t return for another eight or nine hours. I just needed to stop myself from getting horny for long enough not to do something stupid.

“Well, I’m gonna head to bed,” Henry said, getting up. It was late at night and we’d put on a movie after the night of drinking had wound down. Just about everybody had drifted off from the movie and gone to sleep, save for me, Henry, and Tess, who’d seen it through to the end. We were all tired, dressed for bed.

“I’ll be right there,” Tess said, as Henry wandered off groggily. Then she turned to me, a small smile on her lips. “T minus two hours until Lysa gets here. Are you excited?”

“Of course. I miss her a lot.”

“I mean, are you; excited?” Tess said, gesturing down at my crotch.

“Ha ha ha,” I said sarcastically.

Tess sat in a comfortable recliner across from me, her legs crossed under her. Without realizing, my eyes drifted down her pajama-clad form and I saw with a start that she wasn’t wearing panties under her loose pajama shorts. I could make out a dark bush and the tight cleft at the top of what seemed to be her beautiful innie cunt. Of course she wasn’t shaven, I thought, my cock beginning to thicken. She’d never even had sex.

“I guess she hasn’t been too far away, what with all those pictures,” Tess said.

She shifted on the chair. I got an even better view of her bush, and through it her neat cunt lips.

“Yeah. I’m sorry about that. You didn’t have to see that.” I tore my eyes away from the faint glimpse of her cunt.

“No, I liked it,” Tess said. “The wifi’s terrible out here, so my porn has been taking forever to load. Easier to just get it of the two of you.”

“There’s plenty more where that came from,” I joked.

“Is there?”

I looked at her, trying to decide whether she was bluffing. We’d both had a lot to drink, but the several hours of the movie had sobered us up. She didn’t usually speak this brazenly.

“Yeah. Videos, too.”

Tess’s face was now as pink as mine. Was she not joking around?

“Can I see?”

“Should I airdrop them, or just email?”

Tess stood up and moved across the room to me. My heart started to beat fast. I couldn’t stand up, because I was rock hard.

“Show me.”

Trying not to let my hands shake, I opened my phone. I pulled up the picture she’d seen, the closeup on Lysa’s cunt with my bare cock drilling into it.

“Really?” I asked.

Tess nodded. She leaned down, and I caught the soft curve of her small breast down her sleep shirt. I hesitated, then thought, Fuck it. I turned the phone to her. She drank in the picture onscreen with her eyes.

“I’ve already seen this one,” she whispered, sending a shiver up my spine. This was bad. I was too horny. I should lock my phone and get out of here. I swiped to the next one; the video of me and Lysa, paused with the cum trickling out of her cunt, her tits and face in the shot.

“Where are you?”

I rewound the video. The only sound in the room was the slick squishing sound of me entering Lysa, then her moaning. Tess’s mouth was half-open as she watched.

“Fuck, Lysa, I’m about to cum.” At that, I quickly paused the video, returning to my senses. This was too much. Too personal. Lysa wouldn’t want me showing intimate videos of us to one of our best friends. And did I really want Tess to see my cock? I was more drunk than I thought. And so was she, if she allowed it.

“Sorry,” I mumbled. “I shouldn’t show you that.”

“No, it’s okay,” Tess muttered. “It’s hot. I have a thing for small cocks.”

I looked up at her. She was grinning. We both burst into laughter.

“Oh, you motherfucker,” I said, leaping up to grab her. She shrieked and tried to make an escape, but I grabbed her and tackled her, tickling her, onto the couch. We were both laughing. Only when I paused for breath did I realize what a bad idea that had been. I was still completely hard, and was only wearing my boxers.

From beneath me, Tess tickled me back, and I grabbed her arms, trying to keep her from tickling me.

The rest of it happened fast. I was on top of her, hard, and somewhere in the maneuvering my cock must have slipped out of the hole in my boxers. I knew that reaching down to fix the situation would immediately make it clear to her what had happened, so I tried to keep her pinned, unable to look down. That was my undoing; Tess spread her legs, trying to get them around me for some purchase.

All of a sudden, as she did, I felt my cock press up through the leg of her baggy shorts, against her hairy mound. She gasped in surprise, moving her lower body back, but all that did was make my cock slip down, nestling into the hot wetness between her lips. It happened so fast I didn’t even think about the fact that she was dripping wet.

“Is that your; ” Tess started to ask, trying to reposition herself.

Then I felt her cunt open and I slipped inside her. We both froze. I looked down. Her hairy cunt lips were stretched around my cock. I didn’t have time to think about how amazing her cunt looked; how long I’d wondered what it would look like, what she’d feel like. Though I was only a few inches into her, it was almost too much for me.

“You’re; inside me.” Her voice quavered.

It happened in such slow motion that the freeze-frame image of Tess below me, looking down in open-mouth surprise at her shorts pulled to the side, her wet cunt clenching my bare cock, is burned into my mind, though the moment only lasted a second or two.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean to; ”

“No, I wasn’t wearing panties, it’s my; ” She trailed off, her breath ragged.

The moment was dreamlike. Neither of us were moving to pull apart. My cock throbbed inside her and she gasped. I felt her cunt clench. She was getting wetter, somehow. Involuntarily, I pushed an inch further into her, my cock moving on its own to bury itself as deep into her scalding hot cunt as it could.

“Wait,” she said, her voice soft and strained. “Don’t; ” Then she was cut off by a gasp. Her body shuddered and her legs, which were still around me, pushed me deeper into her. I bottomed out in her unbelievably tight cunt. Tess was small, but she could take my whole length buried snugly inside her. She was coming, hard, trying to stifle her own moans as her cunt clenched around me.

“Fuck, I’m coming” Tess whimpered.

Her body jerked, and she wrapped her arms around me, pushing our bodies fully together. Her cunt was too tight. I wasn’t going to last, especially since it had been three weeks with no sex or masturbation. I was bare inside of her, and if she didn’t even trim her cunt, what were the chances she used birth control? I couldn’t cum in her. With the last ounce of my willpower, I tried to pull out.

“Tess, I’m gonna; ”

I only made it halfway. Tess, who was still shuddering in orgasm, firmly pulled me back into her. That feeling of sliding the rest of my length back into her tight, tiny cunt was the end of it. I felt my cock swelling up, before I came hard, deep inside her.

As my cock jerked, shooting cum against the back walls of her cunt, her eyes snapped open. She could feel my warmth splashing into her. “No, no, I’m not; oh. ” She writhed in orgasm again, while I emptied three weeks’ worth of cum into her. Any thought of trying to pull out was forgotten. All I wanted to do was bury into her and fill her up. I came and came. Each jerk of my cock within her drew another small “Ooh” from her. Her cunt squeezed me tighter than any I’d experienced.

“Oh my god.” she moaned softly. I slumped down on top of her, breathing heavily into her neck. We stayed like that for a while, until the last jerks of my cock and the last of her small shudders subsided, indicating that we’d ridden out our climaxes.

I lifted my head to look down at her. She was beautiful; blue eyes wide, cheeks flushed, her hair a mess on her sweaty forehead. Through her white sleep shirt, I could see the outlines of her areolae and the tiny tents of her nipples. We looked at each other for a long moment, faces close together, then she shook her head in wonder.

“I can’t believe that just happened.” Tess looked down at the place where my cock was still buried inside her. Her cunt was overflowing with my white cum, dripping out around my cock. “You came inside me,” she said, quietly.

“I’m so sorry,” I said, “I didn’t mean to;”

“No, I stopped you from pulling out. I; I’ve never cum that hard in my life. It’s my fault. It was so good; I didn’t want it to end.”

“Me neither,” I said, and she let out a small laugh. As she did, her cunt squeezed me, milking another drop of cum from me.

I breathed out and lifted myself up, pulling my cock out of Tess with a soft squishing noise. Even after such a hard pounding, her cunt lips were tight and perfect. My cum trickled out from between them, and she reached down to catch it on her fingers. “Wow.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Do you always; cum this much? How does Lysa take it all?”

My insides twisted at the mention of Lysa. “Oh, god; ”

“Don’t feel bad. It was an accident.” Tess was still on her back, legs spread, looking up at me, not making any effort to cover her small, hairy, freshly fucked cunt. It was a beautiful sight.

“Yeah,” I said. “An accident.”

“No need to explain to either Lysa or Henry why you took your best girl friend’s virginity and pumped her cunt full of cum, especially when it wasn’t on purpose.”

“Jesus, Tess.” In the rush of sensations, I’d forgotten. “I just took your virginity.”

She finally stood, barely coming up to my collarbone. I couldn’t read her expression. Then she pulled off her shirt, revealing beautifully round, petite breasts that sat high on her chest, with dark nipples that looked big on her small tits. She then slid down her shorts, exposing her cunt in all its glory. A line of my cum ran out of her and down her legs.

“I’m going to need to shower.” She looked so serious. I couldn’t tell if she was angry, confused, sad; I was horrified to think I’d just ruined one of my longest friendships.

“Tess, I; ”

“Come join me.”

She took a step toward me, then threw her arms around me. I hugged her back. I could feel my cock, which in my dazed state I hadn’t tucked back into my boxers, pressing into her pubic mound. I was still wet with our combined juices. Tess looked up at me. Tentatively, as if we hadn’t just fucked, I leaned in to kiss her. Our lips met in a spark of passion, our tongues probing hungrily for each other. Finally we broke apart.

“That was the best way to lose my virginity I could have ever asked for.”

Tess took my hand and led me to the bathroom, then locked the door behind us.

“Never know when Henry’ll be back.”

Tess turned on the shower. Undressing myself, I watched her outline in the mirror, her incredible ass, tight and perfect for her frame, with the barest hint of her dark, bushy lips between her legs. She splashed water onto her breasts, testing the warmth, then shivered.

“This place takes forever for the hot water to turn on,” Tess said. I was naked, half-hard, staring at her. “What?”

“Just trying to figure out where we go from here.”

“Don’t ruin it by thinking too much. We’ll always love each other. One accident won’t change that. Besides, there’s something poetic about losing your virginity to the same person you had your first kiss with. Someone you can really trust.”

As she spoke, she stood close to me in the small bathroom. It was surreal having this conversation with my childhood best friend; both of us naked, having just fucked, my cum still dripping out of her cunt, my cock still wet from being inside her. I began to get hard again, despite myself.

“Wow,” she said, looking down at my cock. “Already? You’re insatiable.”

“I’ve just spent a while wondering what you look like naked. And here you are. But I’m sorry, I don’t mean to make it weird; ”

Tess put her hand on my cock; the first time she’d done so. It jumped. “Why do you think I wanted to shower with you?”

She got down on her knees, looking up at me with big eyes and her small mouth half-open. Slowly, she reached out her tongue to lick my tip. A strand of my cum trailed from her tongue.

“Tess; ”

“I’ve never given a blowjob, either,” she said thoughtfully, working her hands down my shaft, which was now fully erect. She circled the tip with her tongue.“I assumed it would happen before I had sex. And I definitely didn’t think I’d be licking my own cum off a cock that had just finished inside me.” At this, she parted her lips and enveloped my cock in the warm wetness of her mouth. She bobbed up and down on my shaft several times, cleaning her cunt juices off me with her tongue. Then she pulled back, looking up at me while she continued to jerk my cock.

“Can’t tell if that’s you or me, but wow, we really taste good together.”

Before I could answer, she closed her lips around me again, slowly finding a rhythm as she sucked me. I stroked her hair, looking down at the beautiful sight before me, Tess with her hair a mess, going to town on my cock, her dark nipples jutting out proudly from her chest. Her mouth felt almost as incredible as her cunt, and soon I felt myself swelling in anticipation. She clearly felt it too, because she took me out of her mouth and asked:

“Would you rather cum in my mouth or in my cunt?”

It was strange hearing Tess, innocent sweet nerdy Tess, talk like this.

“I didn’t realize how much you liked talking dirty.”

“You know me,” she said. “I’m a detail-oriented person.” She again buried my cock in her mouth, displaying surprising skill for her first time. She looked up at me, then repeated her question around my shaft: “So? In my mouth or in my cunt?”

“I want to do both really badly. But you know me, always indecisive. And it’s hard to think with your mouth on me.”

Tess stood. Around us, the bathroom had begun to steam up.

“Think the water’s hot enough now?” she asked.

Tess grinned, then pulled me into the shower with her. Our bodies intertwined under the water. I grabbed her and kissed her hungrily, working my hands down her breasts, to her side, to her tight ass, pulling her close to me and pressing my cock into her leg. She lifted her leg onto the side of the bathtub, spreading herself to me. I got down on my knees and pressed my lips to her womanhood. She groaned in pleasure, but turned my head to make me look up at her.

“You don’t have to. I know I’m not shaved.”

“I don’t care about that. Besides, Lysa isn’t either.”

“Yeah,” Tess said, inhaling as I planted a kiss on her nether lips. “I’ve seen the evidence.”

“I really, really want to eat your cunt.” I sank my tongue into her folds, working my way up to her clit and then back down, starting slowly. I slid a finger into her, pumping slowly in and out as I sucked and licked at her clit. I’ve always loved the taste of cunt, and Tess’s was no exception. As I finger-fucked her, I switched the up and down motion with my tongue to a circular motion, right on her clit.

“Oh, god, please, keep going like that,” she whimpered. “You’re gonna make me come again.”

I kept up what I was doing, furiously tonguing her clit and driving my finger in and out of her. Her breath got heavier and she pushed her cunt towards me, grinding hard into my mouth. I savored the taste of her tangy opening as she neared orgasm. Finally, with a great heaving sigh and a jerk of her body, she came. While her other orgasms had been hard and all-consuming but relatively short, this one went on for longer, crashing like a slow wave. I held my mouth to her cunt, continuing what I was doing, until she was done thrashing. She pulled me up and kissed me passionately, tasting her cunt on my lips.

Below us, my cock nuzzled at her hairy opening. She reached down held me there, then broke away from the kiss and looked up at me. Water cascaded down her breasts, dripping off her hard nipples.

“It seems like your cock’s made the choice for you. In my cunt it is.”

“Tess. Once is an accident, twice is a choice,” I said.

“Just for tonight, okay? I need you in me.”

I nodded. Slowly, I began to push in through her slick cunt lips. When I had filled her tight, clutching sheath again, a thought occurred to me and I looked up at her.

“You’re not on birth control, are you?” She shook her head, kissing me and spreading her legs so I could go deeper into her. And deeper I went, beginning to thrust into her over and over, her cunt stretching to accommodate me.

“I could have sworn you got harder just now,” she whispered.

“Maybe I like cumming inside you with no protection.”

“Maybe I like that, too.”

I looked down at the spot we were joined, her hairy lips split open by my girth. She was so unbelievably silky and wet, the perfect cunt that I would ravage forever if I had the chance. And I was bare inside her. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her cunt or her petite breasts, barely moving as I bottomed out in her again and again. It was better than any fantasy I had ever had about Tess. It was real.

“Promise not to judge me if I ask you something?” she panted between strokes.

“Ask me what?”

“Who; who feels better? Who do you like fucking more? Me or Lysa?”

“Not a fair question,” I said. “Look who I’m inside of right now.”

Talking about Lysa while fucking Tess drove home the forbidden feeling of it all. I could feel another orgasm rushing on, and I closed my eyes, trying to delay it.

“But if you had to say. And you can be honest.”

“When I fuck Lysa,” I said, slowing down my frantic thrusting, “it’s amazing. She has the most incredible body, she’s experienced, she knows just what to do to get me to cum. Sometimes I like just burying myself in her cunt and feeling all of her around me.” I stopped, holding my throbbing cock as far into Tess as it would go. Her eyes were mostly closed, savoring the feeling. “Sometimes when I finish in her, she’ll reach down and taste me. Which just gets me going again. I have filled her up every different way. Just about every time you’ve seen her, she’s been full of me.” Tess moaned at this, clenching me inside her.

“But you, Tess; it’s a whole different thing fucking you,” I growled. I started to build back up the pace, gripping her tighter as I sawed in and out of her. “If Lysa’s chocolate, you’re cocaine. I’ve been waiting my whole life to be inside you.”

Tess started to say something, but was interrupted by a knock at the door. We froze.

“Tess? Are you in there?” It was Henry. He sounded tired.

Tess looked up at me, unsure what to do. I nodded, throbbing inside her.

“Yep,” she called out. “I’m almost done with my shower.”

“Why are you showering this late?”

Slowly, I began to push into her, then withdraw. I could hear the wet squelch of her cunt even over the rushing water of the shower. She fought to keep her voice even as she responded: “I was feeling a little dirty.”

I couldn’t hold out much longer, and I whispered in her ear as I thrust into her: “I’m going to cum.”

“Don’t cum too much,” Tess warned in a low voice, pausing to gasp as I bottomed out in her. “You’re still going to need some for Lysa tonight.”

“I’d rather use it all up in you.”

“I’m gonna go to sleep,” Henry said from outside. He had no idea that inside, I was fucking his girlfriend for the second time ever, readying myself to spray into her unprotected cunt. Tess maintained eye contact with me as I sank myself into her.

“I’ll come soon,” Tess shouted to him, in a voice that I was sure sounded like she was being fucked. I looked down at her, naked and open for me, drinking in the sight of her pink, ravaged cunt and her firm tits, my thrusts reaching a fever pitch.

“Tess,” was all I could groan out before I pulled her tightly to me, buried my cock in her as deep as it would go, and came.

Last time had been incredible for its novelty, but it had all happened so fast that I didn’t take it all in. This time, I looked down at her, eyes wide open in pleasure as she felt me shoot my cum into her, quickly filling her up. I pulled out halfway and pushed in again, watching, satisfied, as a glob of cum was pushed out around my cock, painting her lips white. Tess held me hard, flinching as she came down from her orgasm, while I fucked my last drops of cum into her. I was as far up her cunt as I could go, and there was nothing between us. I looked down at her cum-filled cunt split open by my cock and pulled out. Cum poured out of her and onto the floor of the shower.

Tess put two fingers into herself, and took them out, covered in cum. She put her fingers to her mouth, letting me watch as she licked them clean.

“Better than Lysa?” she asked, her voice low. In answer, I leaned in to kiss her, our two tastes mingling when our lips touched.

We toweled off quickly and went our separate ways after one last kiss. The last thing I thought before I fell asleep was, I hope we did a good enough job washing the other off; and out of; ourselves.

I woke up slowly the next morning, groggily taking in my surroundings. It was sunny in my room. Lysa’s bag was on the desk. With a start I realized Lysa must have gotten in and not woken me up; or, worse, she’d tried to wake me up and I’d been too tired. Then I felt a warm, wet mouth envelop my cock, which was rapidly hardening. I looked down at blonde hair obscuring the face, recognizing the incredible lips as Lysa’s. She looked up at me, smiling around my cock.

“Good morning.” She was topless, her breasts hanging down enticingly.

“I’m sorry if I didn’t wake up fully last night,” I said.

Lysa ran her tongue up the length of my cock, slow and thoughtful. “You know you talk in your sleep, right?”

At this, my stomach clenched. “What?”

“Well, usually you don’t, but you must have been really quite tired.” She punctuated her sentences with slow licks of my cock. “See, when I came in and got naked and tried to wake you up, you said the darnedest thing.”

Lysa buried my cock into her mouth, deepthroating me until her nose was pressed into my pubic hair, then pulling back out, lines of spit connecting her mouth to my shaft. I looked down at her, confused.

“Right around the time I got you into my mouth, you looked down at me and said: A third time in one night?” My stomach fell. She climbed up the bed, angling my cock in between her folds. “I didn’t know what that meant, but then you said: If we keep this up, Tess, I’ll have no cum left for Lysa.” She sat down on my still-wet cock, letting me bury myself into her velvety cunt.

“First I thought it might just be a wet dream. But then I tasted your cock. And wouldn’t you know it, I could swear I tasted wet cunt. And definitely some cum.” She lifted off me, angling my cock in her for maximum tightness, then slowly inched back down. My head was awash in competing emotions; I was turned on, guilty, horrified, excited, all at once.

“Lysa; ”

“Did you fuck Tess?”

I didn’t know what else to say. “I’m sorry; ”

She sped up on top of me, working my cock inside her as only she knew how. “I thought she was a virgin.”

“She; she was. The first time was an accident.”

“And the second?”

“Less of an accident.” This was crazy. What was going on? She didn’t seem angry, asking the questions in a matter of fact voice, as if we were having a calm conversation while I was fucking her.

“Judging by the taste of her on you, I’m guessing you didn’t wear a condom.” I shook my head slowly. “Lucky her. She loses her virginity by having raw sex with her best friend. Did you cum inside her?”

I nodded. Inside Lysa, my cock throbbed, nearing orgasm. We could both feel it. She maintained her pace, sliding her perfect cunt up and down my shaft.

“She got three weeks of your cum. Was her cunt just; overflowing?” All I could do was nod, getting closer to my own orgasm. “Are you thinking about it right now? Picturing how she looked?”

“It’s; hard not to.”

“Are you gonna cum in me while thinking about Tess? Filling up her untouched little cunt?”

In answer, I thrust all the way into Lysa and emptied all the cum I had left up her pulsing canal. She moaned, grinding her clit hard into me, and came too. As I held Lysa to me, my cock emptying itself inside her, a movement near the door caught my eye.

Tess stood in the doorway, her eyes fixed on the spot where Lysa and I were joined: Lysa on top in cowgirl position, legs spread, my cock splitting her open, ass facing the door. Tess could see the exact spot where I was entering her friend.

Lysa saw me looking, then turned around to see Tess. Tess reddened and pulled away from the doorway, but Lysa called out to her: “You can come in.” After a moment, Tess’s head reappeared, beet-red.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to; ”

“Mean to what?” I was still hard inside Lysa and I could feel drops of my cum running down the few inches of my shaft outside of her. Tess was trying hard not to look directly at it, but failing. “You didn’t mean to watch, or you didn’t mean to fuck my boyfriend and take all his cum like a little slut?”

Tess said nothing, mortified. I didn’t know what to say, either. Lysa beckoned Tess over to the bed, and Tess came hesitantly. She was wearing the same sleep shirt as last night, and her hard, dark nipples were clearly visible through it.

“Did you like watching?” Lysa asked. Tess nodded. “Say it.”

“I liked watching,” Tess said, timid.

“You liked watching what?”

Tess swallowed nervously. “All of it. I liked; watching you.. suck him off. I liked watching your cunt open for him. I liked watching him cum in you.”

I was shocked to hear Tess say that. Some submissive part of her had taken over.

“Come here, you little slut.” Tess got onto the bed, following her order. “Now I want you to taste our connection.” Tess looked confused, so Lysa clarified: “Taste the place where he’s entering me.”

I was still hard between Lysa’s lips. Tess got between my legs, looking directly at Lysa’s supple, round ass cheeks, and her blonde, trimmed cunt around my cock. She reached out her tongue, tentatively, to the underside of my cock. Slowly, she ran it up my shaft, gathering cum and Lysa’s cream on her tongue, then reached Lysa’s stretched cunt lips. She licked up them, around my cock, so I could feel her tongue on every pass. Lysa breathed out slowly, enjoying it.

“Now I want you to take him out of me and clean him off,” she said.

Slowly, Tess reached out to grasp my cock, slick with Lysa’s juices and my cum, and withdrew it from Lysa with a soft squish. More of my cum dripped onto my cock. Tess opened her mouth and leaned down to take me in her mouth.

“Don’t swallow,” Lysa said. “Keep it in your mouth.”

Tess bobbed her head up and down on my cock, deliberately licking and sucking the wetness off my cock. Directly in front of her nose was Lysa’s open cunt, cum dripping out slowly.

“Now put your mouth on my cunt and put it back in me.” Tess couldn’t reply, her mouth full, but she looked hesitant. Lysa rolled over, spreading her legs in front of Tess. “Haven’t you gotten enough of it? Put his cum back inside me.”

I was certain Tess wouldn’t do it. Fucking me was one thing, but eating Lysa’s cunt was another. Would this new, submissive Tess go for it? Still, she was holding the excess cum in her mouth, not swallowing. She looked caught. Lysa absentmindedly rubbed her clit, waiting. Then, to my surprise, Tess darted her mouth towards Lysa’s cunt, pressing her lips to it, reaching out her tongue to let the cum in her mouth dribble back into Lysa’s waiting vagina. Lysa moaned in pleasure.

“Keep going; make sure you get it all in; ”

Tess used her tongue to push the cum that had dribbled out of Lysa’s cunt back in. She began to fuck Lysa with her tongue, in and out of her sopping hole, tasting my cum every time she reached deeper into Lysa. Lysa closed her eyes, rubbing her nipples with one hand and using the other to press Tess’s face into her womanhood.

I was rock hard again. Tess was eating my cum out of Lysa’s cunt, or, I guess, putting it back in. Was this a dream?

Lysa’s breathing sped up. She writhed on the bed as Tess continued lapping at her, bringing her tongue from the bottom of Lysa’s cunt, where my cum had pooled, to the top, hungrily licking her clit. Lysa gasped, her body rocked with waves of orgasm, and still Tess kept going. I had never seen Lysa orgasm from this angle; usually I was part of the process; and it was hot to see her body constrict in pleasure, tits bouncing, eyes screwed shut. It was even hotter to watch Tess eating her out.

Finally, Lysa pulled Tess’s face, wet with a combination of spit and cum and cunt, off of her. Both girls were panting.

“Have you ever gone down on a girl before?” Lysa asked. Tess shook her head, wiping off her mouth. She looked dazed but horny. “You’re good at it.”

Lysa looked over at me, at my cock, which was standing straight up. “And after all that coming inside us, he’s still ready.”

“That was the hottest thing I have ever fucking seen,” was all I could manage.

Lysa sat up and pushed Tess down onto the bed, on her back. Under the sleep shirt, Tess was wearing a pair of grey panties that were fully soaked through. Lysa pulled the panties down, revealing Tess’s wet, hairy cunt. As Tess spread her legs, I watched her cunt lips come unglued from each other, revealing pink folds inside.

Lysa reached down, into her own cunt, scooping my cum onto her fingers. She reached over and sank those fingers into Tess, pushing my cum inside her. Tess moaned, writhing on the bed.

“You don’t need the extra lubrication,” Lysa said, reaching down to spread her wetness over my cock. “But it’ll get you started.”

Lysa pulled my cock to Tess’s opening. I adjusted myself on the bed, getting up so I was supporting myself over Tess. Lysa slowly rubbed my tip up and down Tess’s sopping lips, before putting me between them. Tess cooed in pleasure.

“Show me how you fucked her.”

As I sank into Tess for the third time, I looked over at Lysa. My girlfriend was watching with rapt attention as I bottomed out in Tess’s cunt. Then I looked to Tess, who stared up at me, eyes wide. My best friend for so long, the girl I loved so much, open beneath me.

“Fill me up again,” Tess whispered.

“Once is an accident, twice is a choice, but three times?” I asked.

“Three times is perfect.”

by  thegratian for Literorica