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(MMF-teens, 1st, orgy, rom) *** (1) "Alison Chapman!" Sandi Cooper exclaimed with surprise, "Don't tell me you're still a virgin! That’s just crazy! I don't believe it! You're sixteen years old, for God's sake." "Oh, come on," Alison retorted defensively. "Lot's of girls my age are still virgins. Not all of us play around with sex like you do." "Yeah, I do like to screw," Sandi said with a knowing smile. "I can't imagine living without a good fuck every couple of nights. It's just that you clearly like boys, you're good looking, and you're not stupid. I really figured you were sleeping with someone and keeping everyone from knowing." Sandi and Alison were standing by themselves on the yard in front of their high school. They had known each other for about a year, but had been close friends for only six months or so. Sandi was a senior and Alison just a sophomore. Normally, the two groups didn't mix socially, but Sandi was notorious for doing shocking things. "That's just the trouble," Alison said, with a pout that brought a ruby tinge to her full lips. "You can't keep people from knowing, and this is such a small- minded school, I'd be dissed if anyone found out. I don't think my family would be shocked particularly; they've always been very open about sex, but I think even they might be disappointed if I didn't have a permanent relationship, and that's not what I'm after." She looked up into Sandi's icy blue eyes. "I've decided I want to try out some guys sexually before settling down with just one." She stuck her hands in the pockets of her letter jacket, her challenge made. "Well, I can agree with that," Sandi said, nodding. "But things will work out eventually. You've been dating for a while. Find a guy you like and sleep with him. Why bring this up now?" "Because my folks are talking about moving to California next month. I've been thinking about it ever since. I don't want to lose my cherry in the back seat of some guy's car; I want it to be planned and special, and I want to enjoy it from the first. And now I'll probably never even see any of the kids here again, so if I do get a rep, I'll be gone. I figure if I can do something now, in the next month or so, I can find out what fucking's all about, and it won't matter if anyone knows." Sandi looked at her, thinking. Finally she asked, "Are you sure you really want to do that?" Alison nodded. "You're positive this isn't just a reaction to some boy dropping you?" Alison shook her head with scorn. "Hmmm. It does sound like a great chance for fun." Sandi looked up meditatively. She returned her eyes to Alison. "I assume you've come to me for help." Alison sighed with relief. She had been holding her breath. "You've got that right. I don't know anything about actually fucking. Oh, I know the mechanics, thanks to the films they show us here at school, but I want it to be real special and my first time to be as perfect as possible. You've told us all how much you like fucking and how good you are at it. Well, here's your chance to prove it." Alison rocked up on her toes in anticipation. Sandi studied her friend. "Why not?" she thought to herself, watching fear, hope and embarrassment reflect on Alison's pretty face. Live a fantasy—create a fantasy! Introduce a virgin to lovemaking! Certainly there were any number of men who would be willing to help. If she chose carefully, and planned things right, she could enjoy the experience also! She looked down at Alison. She saw a pretty girl, who might one day be beautiful. Alison's hair was full and a deep reddish-gold. Her skin was tanned almost bronze as a result of her tennis, and it glowed with good health. Her shoulders were a trifle wide, and her breasts were amazingly full for one so young, but her hips were slim and her legs were sleek and long. She was limber and strong, thanks to her athletic pursuits. Sandi could tell that Alison was serious. Alison's large brown eyes were returning Sandi's stare directly and honestly. As far as Sandi knew Alison didn't play practical jokes. And, even in the few months that she had been a real friend to the younger girl, Sandi had learned that Alison could keep her mouth shut. Sandi's jaw set. She leaned forward and put her arm across Alison's shoulders. "No problem, kid," she said with a conspiratorial smile and a wink. "I know just what to do. Come on over to my house after school today, and we'll get you started. Just you leave everything to me..." (2) Late that afternoon, after tennis practice, Alison took the bus across town. As she walked up Sandi's block, she admired the neighborhood: tall trees fronting large, stately homes; much more impressive than Alison's modest street. There were no cars parked at the curb at all. Two Mercedes and a Porsche passed her as she walked up the sidewalk. Even with the traffic, the air was strangely quiet. She turned in front of Sandi's house, walked up some brick steps onto the flagstone porch. She wondered if a butler would answer her ring, but it was a handsome blond woman who opened the door. "Hi. I'm Alison Chapman, is Sandi home?" "Yes, for a change," the woman answered with an exasperated laugh, as she brushed errant strands of ash-blond hair off of her high forehead with a well- manicured hand. "Please come in. I'm her mother." Alison could see who Sandi got her patrician good looks from. The woman turned, motioning Alison to follow. Alison noted the smooth flow of the dress over her body and the way it hung perfectly as she moved. It reminded her of a dress she had seen in the window of the finest clothing store in town. "I knew Sandi's family was rich," she thought to herself, remembering the price, "but I didn't realize they were that rich." "She's in her room listening to music. She mentioned that you would be over. Care for a soft drink?" Sandi's mother asked as they walked down the hall. "No, ma'am, thanks," Alison replied. "That's Sandi's room, at the head of the stairs." She gestured to a closed dark oak door at the top of a curving walnut staircase. The doorknob shone. "Thank you, ma'am." Alison bounded up the steps two at a time. She knocked. Sandi opened the door. She scanned Alison from head to toe, then grinned. "Come on in. I wasn't sure you'd really show up." "Told you I was serious," said Alison, defiantly. Sandi nodded at her. "OK, put your stuff there." Sandi tipped her head toward a dresser, "and let's get started." She turned the music down, but still high enough to cover any noise they might make. "You're the boss," Alison said, as she put her purse and letter sweater down and walked back to where Sandi was standing. She stood still before her, a little soldier at attention, with her hands at her sides and her chin up. Sandi shut the bedroom door. "Now, like anything else that's complex and worth doing, you can't possibly hope to enjoy sex without the right information, preparation and practice. That was a mistake I made when I started, but I've been at this a while, and I won't let you fall into that same trap. I'll tell you everything you need to know and show you what you need to do. Come over here." She put her arm around Alison's shoulders and walked her over until they could see themselves in the mirrored doors on the wardrobe. They were a study in silver and gold. Alison saw Sandi as a tall, slender aristocrat, a classic ash blond. Sandi loved to wear silver, gray and black and had a reputation at school for being something of a tyrant. Her fair skin was almost translucent, but, despite her appearance of delicacy, Alison knew Sandi had a core of steel. Those gray eyes always seemed to be looking into you, as if to wring out the truth in what they were was seeing. Sandi might be willowy, but she was tough. Her skin might be striking in its purity, but Alison knew that Sandi was no princess. She was willing to try anything just for the thrill of it. Alison admired that in her, but she knew enough not to put all of her trust in her friend. Sandi could be foolish, despite her intelligence and high society background. Alison believed she had chosen wisely though. She felt she could trust Sandi where sex was concerned. Sandi eyed Alison in return. She saw a small buttercup of a girl, just over five feet tall, with heavy red- golden hair that fell in a sparkling cascade down her back. Alison's brown eyes were lustrous, gleaming with a passion for life. Her face was round and plump and would have been pixyish if not for a gamin glint of awareness from those wide eyes. Alison’s eyes were fascinating. For all of their innocence, they sought to be wise. They were anxious to see all that life and the world had to offer. Alison's body was sturdy, but moved smoothly. Her strength came from tennis, and her lithesome grace from gymnastics. She smiled at her reflection tentatively and drew a deep breath. She licked her plump lips, and a momentary flash of sensuousness on Alison’s face stunned Sandi. There was something in Alison Chapman was willing to go beyond just doing what was normal. Sandi suspected that, like herself, Alison was capable of making her own decisions about sex and how she used her body. Indeed, Sandi sensed that here was a person who could get totally involved in physical pleasure, and the use of sex to achieve it. The set of Alison's shoulders was direct, almost anxiously confrontational. Even so, Sandi knew she would have to be careful to make things work right. Despite Alison's strength and capable demeanor, she was naturally a shy and deliberate person, and wouldn't jump into an unknown area if there were a chance of failure. Alison glanced up to Sandi's face and moved her hands nervously. They turned to face each other. "Now what?" Alison asked. "OK," Sandi said, "let's begin. First I need to know how experienced you actually are. For instance, have you ever played with your clit before?" "Played with it?" Alison said, surprised, her arms swinging at her sides. "Well, yes, of course, sometimes. I tried masturbating once." "Just won...? Oh. Good. In fact, excellent. Did you cum?" "I'm not real sure." Sandi met this reply with a silent stare. Alison blushed. She had learned early in their relationship that Sandi demanded complete honesty. "Let's see," Alison continued quickly, chewing at her lower lip, "it was a warm day last summer. My folks were gone and my brother and sister were at their friends'. I was reading one of my mother's novels and got to a part where a woman was being made love to by a handsome man. "The author described these great sensations. I thought I'd see if I could make them happen to me, so I used my finger," Alison held up her forefinger, "and stuck it a little way inside me. It hurt at first, but I moved it back and forth and it felt better. Finally, I got a warm feeling and a tingling between my legs, but it didn't last very long. I was breathing hard afterwards and was a little sweaty, but it hardly seemed worth the effort." "That’s good," Sandi said with a look of satisfaction. "Then you do know a little about sex, and what it's like. Real sex is like that but much more pleasurable. You'll shiver all over, and the muscles of your insides will convulse with rhythmic pleasure. You'll feel flushed and tingly at the same time and so extremely good that you'll be totally happy. Don't worry about a thing. You're going to do fine. "Now, take off your panties, and sit on the bed." Alison's jaw dropped. Sandi waved her toward the rather hard-looking queen-size bed with shiny white sheets and a turned-down blue bedspread. Alison closed her mouth, walked slowly over to bed, and, still facing away from Sandi, lifted her skirt and slipped her panties down to her ankles and off. She was never embarrassed when she undressed in front of other girls in the locker room at school, but she found that this time, as the object under consideration, she was too shy to undress while she could see Sandi looking at her. Her mouth was dry as she turned back to her friend. Allison was wearing a skirt, but no panty hose, and a blouse, but no bra. Her breasts were a little too large to not wear a bra, but it was Friday, and she sometimes went without one on the weekend. Alison backed up and sat down on the bed with her skirt spread demurely around her. The satin sheets were cool under her bare legs. Sandi knelt down and took Alison's shoes and socks off. Alison shivered a little and clapped her fists together in rising anticipation. "Now we're getting somewhere," she thought. "Hide your panties under the pillow there, in case my Mom barges in," cautioned Sandi. "I don't think she will because I'm not in here with a guy, but you can never tell. If she does show up, just try to act as natural as you can." "Wow, sex is sure hard to learn about in this society," Alison commented conspiratorially as she stuffed her panties under Sandi's pillow. She leaned forward a little and whispered. "OK, now what?" "Spread your knees apart and put the bottoms of your feet together. Here, pull your skirt back so you can see." "Oh... Well, all right," Alison said haltingly as she drew her feet up onto the bed, put them together and spread her knees to the side, her skirt still primly covering her lap. She felt her cunt open as the muscles of her inner thighs stretched. Reluctantly, she rolled her skirt up until it was bunched around her waist. Her body was now bare from her belly button down. She blushed again to find herself so fully exposed. Trying to ignore the fact that Sandi was standing there staring at her, Alison peered down at her spread legs. She could see the tan line defined by her tennis shorts on her thighs. She normally shaved her legs regularly, but noticed the golden hairs on her inner thighs, and thought to herself that she would have to shave again soon. She looked at her feet. They were strong feet, with a high arch and short toes. Her ankles were a continuous curve from her feet to her leg. She remembered one time at a party being complimented on how pretty her ankles were. Her calves curved smoothly up to her knees, which were not knobby any more, although they had been when she was younger. Finally, she forced herself to bring her eyes back to look at the area where her thighs met her slightly rounded belly, with its small triangular bush of darkish blond pubic hair, pointing like an arrowhead toward her wide open cunt. "So you are a real blond," Sandi said with a grin. Alison blushed, but found herself getting interested despite her embarrassment. The silky fuzz of her pubic hair interfered with her view, so she reached down with her fingers to tease it out of the way. "The men who wrote the medical books thought a woman's vulva looked like a mouth, and compared the skin around it to lips," said Sandi. "That's why they're called labia. Actually, they look more flower-like to me, bud- shaped and beautiful. Spread them apart. That's it. Those lacy-looking things are your labia minora. They are very sensitive and are a prime source of pleasure during sex. Down at the bottom is your vagina. That's where you'll get fucked, just below the place where you pee. Here," she said, leaning a small mirror against Alison's heels and handing her a flashlight, "spread the labia apart and look at your vagina." Alison was surprised that she could actually see what Sandi was talking about, but her body had always been very flexible, thanks to her gymnastics. She haltingly lowered her hand to her groin, and cautiously spread the labia farther apart, exposing the rosy inner membranes. "This is the entrance to your vagina," Sandi put her finger on the edge of Alison's vaginal opening. Alison started and giggled at the intimate contact. "You can't feel all the way up it now, because your hymen is still in the way. After you've been fucked, and your hymen has been broken, you'll be able to feel all the way up to your cervix, or the opening to your uterus. You know about that, right?" "Sure, that's where the egg grows when you have a baby." "Right. Which reminds me, what are you using for birth control?" "I went to the clinic two weeks ago and got some pills. I told them that I was sleeping with my boyfriend, and he wouldn't use a condom." "Good, they should be effective by now. Now, do you see that knob at the top, under that little hood of skin? That's your clitoris. That's what I want you to stimulate to learn about sex. Rub it and stroke it and press on it the right way, and you'll have an orgasm." "Like when I masturbated?" Alison asked, looking up into Sandi's face. "Better than that, kid, I’ll show you how to do it much better." Sandi responded, reassuringly. "Most girls don't masturbate nearly enough. The more you do it, the better it feels, just like sex by the way. And I truly believe the more you cum, the easier you’ll be able to cum. Besides, you have to learn what you like, so you can tell your boyfriends what to do." "You mean they won't know?" "Hey, think about it. Boys our age can screw three, four or even five times a night, but they don't have enough experience to understand how to really give a girl pleasure; besides, every woman's different. You'll have learn what you like him to do, and learn how to tell him what you like, and show him by moving your body. That's why I generally have sex with older men. Nothing really substitutes for experience. I'll pick the best for you, but you'll still have to learn what turns you on, so the boys you'll fuck later will know what you need. Now, let's try it. Use your fingers and stroke your clit." Alison looked up at Sandi and frowned. She looked back down at her widespread legs and the pink tissues peaking out. Her initial embarrassment was disappearing, but she didn't know if she was really ready to go this far this fast. Sandi, however, didn't seem to be bothered at all by her reluctance, so Alison decided she could continue for a little while. The situation felt really strange, but she wasn't scared, just unsure if what she was doing was right. Gingerly, she reached down and touched her tender clitoris with her thumb and forefinger. She winced a little at the contact. "Lick your fingers, first," Sandi suggested. "Keep licking them if the rubbing gets rough. Pretty soon, I'll show you a better place to get moisture." Alison raised her hand to her mouth, licked her thumb and forefinger and returned her hand to her cunt. She spread the saliva around and touched and squeezed her clit. "Don't worry if it doesn't feel good at first," Sandi said supportively, "it'll get better fast." As Alison proceeded to play with her innocent little clitoris, she soon found that she liked to pull on it, rather than stroke it toward her. Her fingers slid past it, rubbing her labia. She began to get warm all over, as she did when doing her gymnastic exercises. Then she started trembling, and she pressed her clit softly up against her body until she calmed down. "Don't let up so soon," Sandi chided. "You're safe with me. Let yourself go. That's what good sex is all about. You need to let your body carry you along instead of you controlling it. "Reach up with your other hand and feel your breasts. Keep rubbing around your clit, though." With a guilty smile, Alison resumed rubbing her now- swollen clitoris. She put her other hand inside her blouse and caressed her breasts and nipples lightly. She relaxed. As she gave herself over to the strange new sensations, her nipples got hard and pointy, and her labia started to swell. Her clit felt large and stiff, her breasts flushed and full. "That's it," Sandi said calmly, noting the changes. "Now let your finger slip below your clit and into your vagina. Pick up some moisture and work it onto your labia." Alison moved her hand down and cautiously slipped one then another of her small fingers into her vagina. A silky slickness met her touch. She rubbed it into her soft inner tissues, and they tingled. She moved her now wet fingers back to her clit and continued rubbing, then dipped down again and picked up more of that slithery moisture. Alison found herself falling into a rhythm, stroke twice, slip down and around her vaginal opening, stroke twice and press. She did this over and over, getting warmer and wetter with each repetition. She felt tight and awake and flushed down below, but her head was light and hazy. Her mind slipped away into a rosy world of softness and warmth and moving muscles and the sweet smell of sex. "Don't worry, the first few take a while," Sandi whispered. Alison nodded. Her eyelids drooped and she bit her lip. She covered her cunt with her hand as the room faded from view. She was floating on a lake of liquid pleasure. She felt a warm flush under her breasts and wondered what that meant, when suddenly it was as though a water balloon had burst in her lower belly! She began to shake, her hips and bottom moving as if with a life of their own! She had long since fallen back on the bed, and she began to make little whimpering noises, and soft sounds in the back of her throat something like barks. Her hips jerked as waves of pleasure flowed between them. She pressed her clit firmly as the warmth rose from her hips up her belly and under her breasts, then on up to flush her face, the muscles in her cunt twitching in the same rhythm that her stroking had been. She thought she was going to pee, but the feeling passed, as she threw her knees wide and pressed her clit more tightly. She was panting and crying softly. As she rolled her lower body back and forth on the bed, she could hear herself cry, "Oh yes, oh yes!", but she said it softly, so Sandi's mother couldn't hear, because she didn't want to be disturbed, and she didn't want it to end. If only it would go on forever! * * * "Oh, you're going to be a good one," Sandi said, hugging her friend as they lay together on the bed. She kissed Alison's cheek and waited while her friend's body calmed down. "Feeling better now?" Alison nodded. "I feel like I'll never feel that good again." "Sure you will, and it's even better with a man." Sandi held Alison while she recovered her breath. "Normally, I'd let you take a nap now, but we don't have the time, you're due home soon. So sit up, put your feet together again and take another look at your vulva." Alison sat up slowly, exhausted. She grabbed her ankles, rocked back, put her feet together as she had before, and rolled her skirt up again. She let her head drop toward her lap and looked at the area between her legs. "Ohh, ugh," she said, "it looks all wet and sticky." "Not nearly as wet and sticky as it'll be after you've been fucked. Did you notice how much bigger it got when you masturbated?" Alison looked up. "Yeah, it got all bulgy around the hole." "And real slick, right?" "Right, really slippery." "That's how you tell when you're ready for cock. Since this is your first time, it may be a little painful anyway. Don't let the boy put it in until you're thoroughly ready, as you were then." "But will I be able to feel him inside me if I'm that slick?" Alison asked, looking down at herself again. "What if he just slips in, fucks me, and leaves?" "Don't worry, I'm picking your first partners carefully. They'll be big enough that you'll feel them, but not so big that they’ll hurt you. And I'll tell each of them how I want you fucked. They're all talented at lovemaking. I'll personally choose the ones that will be best for you. They'll do a good job." Alison's head snapped up, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wide. "Them! You... You mean there will be more than one! God, Sandi. I hadn't bargained on that!" The thought shocked Alison fully awake. She chewed her lip worriedly. "Now, look. You put me in charge, didn't you? If you do as I tell you everything will work out fine. There're lots of advantages in gang-fucking, and I know how to do it right. It won't be anything you can't handle, and your chances for pleasure will be much greater, although from the look of things I don't think you'll have any problems. Now listen to me. "When you are good and ready, not before, you let the guy put his cock on your belly. Then have him raise his hips, while you raise your knees and tip your cunt up toward him. I want you to reach down and take his cock in your hand. Don't let him do it. Then lower it down and move it around until it gets good and wet from your pussy juice. Hold it there until you're ready, then release it and let him stick it in; he'll do the rest." "Gosh," said Alison, "that's a lot to think of at once." She wasn't really confused; she was just still distracted by the idea of fucking more than one guy; but, as she thought it over, the possibility excited her. Her clit tingled, and she felt a surge of strength shoot through her body. Surely Sandi knew what she was talking about. She was always so organized and well prepared. Alison looked up at her friend anxiously. "But... how will it work? Where will we do it? When? What do you need from me? Should I get some rubbers? How will it happen?" "Calm down, calm down. I've taken care of everything. My family owns a cabin up in the woods. It'll be perfect. We'll drive up there next Saturday after lunch and stay the night. My mom won't worry because you'll be along, and your folks won't worry because you're with me. "As to the men, you're very lucky you came to me. I've told you and the other girls about some of the guys I've slept with, but actually I lead a much more active sex life than you know about. Over the past couple of years I've met a bunch of men I really like, and we’ve formed a little sex commune. We all like sex, we’re sensible, and we know how to make love very well. "Since we all like our sex natural and safe, we don’t use condoms. But we’re very careful about our sex partners, and we always get tested after sleeping with someone outside the group. We don't fuck anyone in the group until we are sure we are clean. "I'm picking your partners from that bunch. The birth control pills will be adequate to protect you from pregnancy, and I can guarantee that you won't catch any venereal diseases. "What I want from you between now and then is to get yourself sexually and mentally ready. That means masturbating as often as possible, eating well and getting enough sleep. I know you'll get enough exercise. I want you to do what you just did, masturbate to a climax, at least once a day, more if you can. We only have four days for you to get ready for this, and I want you to be as thoroughly familiar with your body and the way it responds as possible. I'll work with you this week to get you mentally prepared. Believe me, this is going to be a first class operation. It will be everything you're hoping for. OK?" "I suppose so," Alison said, half to herself. "This may be my only chance." She slid off of the bed, reached for her panties, put them on, and returned her other garments to order. She squirmed a little at the feeling of wetness between her thighs, but as the moisture warmed she got more comfortable. "Just do as I tell you, and everything will be fine. Here's some stretching and toning exercises I want you to do to strengthen your inner thighs and here’s a little device that I want you to use, following these instructions, to strengthen the muscles around your cunt. We'll talk some more tomorrow. Now, my dear, it's time I drove you home." (3) Alison woke the next Saturday with the same feeling of anticipation she always had on Christmas morning: a great joy and the knowledge that something wonderful was about to occur. Just after lunch today she and Sandi would leave for the cabin. Tonight it would happen. By this time tomorrow morning, she would know what it was like to have fucked! "Alison, pay attention!" her mother said at breakfast. Apologetically, Alison took the plate of pancakes her mother was handing her and helped herself to six. "My, you're hungry today," her father said, "You must have something big planned for the weekend." ‘More than one big something!’ Alison thought to herself with a smile as she nodded to her father while chewing avidly. ‘Golly," she thought, "I wonder how many more than one, and how big?’ She reflected a bit worriedly, squirming in her chair. That afternoon, Sandi arrived in a four-wheel drive Jeep, and Alison and her father loaded her stuff in the back. "You two have fun now," her father said. Alison looked at Sandi and grinned. "We will," she replied. The trip was easy: two-lane blacktop most of the way, and the dirt road to the rustic cabin was dry and smooth. The weather was perfect, sunny and warm, and the pine trees scented the air with spice. Alison's nervousness subsided as the vibration from the road massaged her thighs and bottom and relaxed her. She sighed wistfully to herself and leaned back in the seat. It seemed like only moments before they pulled up in front of the cabin. "Your room is there," Sandi said, as she swung the cabin door wide. Alison carried her suitcase through the door just off the living room. She saw a double bed, bare but for a folded and bagged mattress pad. Alison opened the door at the rear to a large tiled bathroom with sink, toilet and a big shower. As she hung up the towels she had brought and turned to start making the bed, she experienced an icy touch of fear. Was this really what she wanted? "Of course it is," she answered herself with a shake of her head, her long hair flying around her face. She smacked the mattress and pillows as she pulled the sheets and pillowcases on. "I'm ready now, and this is the perfect chance." She finished making the bed and went to join Sandi in the kitchen. Sandi was putting out the sandwiches and salad they had brought for dinner. Alison noticed two bottles of wine on the table. "Are those for us?" She asked. "We'll be drunk by bedtime." "No, we won't," Sandi replied. "I'm not going to let you drink too much, just get lightly buzzed so tonight will be that much more fun. Here," she said as she poured two glasses. "Have you been doing your exercises?" "Yes, and I can feel myself getting stronger down here," Alison said as she rubbed the inside of her thighs through her tight jean shorts. "I've also gotten to where I cum more easily and quickly now then when I started to masturbate... Maybe we don't need the guys after all!" she said with a nervous laugh. "You won't say that after tonight," Sandi replied, taking a sip of wine and looking at Alison over the rim of her wine glass. "Trust me. I know what good for you." They spent the afternoon hiking in the woods, and watching the birds and the clouds from the porch swing and talking. "Men get more excited and cum much more easily than women do," Sandi explained. "That one difference probably leads to more sexual problems than any other. Men can get aroused by seeing a pretty girl or a sexy picture or sometimes from just hearing a dirty joke. They also find sexual excitement in violent events like football or boxing, while women, who do sometimes get excited by those things, too, tend to want quiet and comfort with their sex. That's partly because, physically, women don't usually feel sexually aroused without some deliberate preparation and direct stimulation. "So women naturally feel that they're more in control. When the man starts to get frenzied early in the lovemaking, women feel rushed, or threatened. Unless they're already in the mood or can quickly get in the mood, it can spoil the whole event for them. "The answer is for you to always keep the physiological differences in mind. Boys our age don't usually need any help getting aroused. A girl needs to train herself to keep up with them as best she can. Fucking can be just about the most fun thing there is to do, but only if you're body is ready for it. That's why I want you to continue masturbating. You can never know too much about your body and its needs and responses. "And stay ready to respond to the boy's needs too. Sometimes, males can really surprise you. I had one guy start cumming just as he was taking his cock out of his pants. Fortunately I was sitting on the bed in front of him and was able to get it in my mouth before he made a big mess. That was his first time with me, and he was still real inexperienced. He has developed into one of my best lovers since, though." "You mean, you ate him?" Alison gaped. "What was it like? Some of the girls say it's icky, and they don't like it." "You have to learn to like it, I admit," Sandi considered. "It's nice in a way, and the guys really dig it, but it'll never replace fucking." "Will I be eating any of the guys tonight? I've had enough wine; I'd be willing to give it a try." "Maybe. We’ll see. You've got a lot of fucking to do first. Just be patient, everything comes in time." As the air turned still and the birds sang their evening songs, Sandi and Alison's talk moved to lifestyle choices. "Our society is totally wrong when it imposes sexual abstinence on teenagers." Sandi said contemptuously. "I support your decision entirely. Youth is the time nature gives you to experiment with potential mates, get to know them, and find out what you like. If American society allowed open teenage sexual freedom, there would be a lot less domestic violence and crime, marriages would last longer, and there would be fewer kids living with divorced parents. Part of the problem is Puritanism, but part is the natural refusal by parents to let their kids go." "But what about teenage pregnancies? And AIDS? That's a problem now." "Not really. The real problem is that kids sneak sex without planning carefully enough. With open sexuality, teenagers wouldn't have to fuck each other without taking precautions." Later, Sandi and Alison talked about relationships. "Many a teenage girl is so happy to have a guy say he loves her, that she becomes a slave to him. If more girls realized that teenage guys are really still children, and only think of themselves most of the time, they wouldn't be in such a hurry to tie ourselves down with one guy." "But all the girls say that if you don't have a steady guy, that means you're not attractive," Alison replied. "I tend to agree about the immaturity, but in order to be socially accepted, you have to have a steady date. You can't go to a dance or the movies alone." "Of course you can. I do. Guys do all those things by themselves all the time. I've gone to dances by myself and had a real good time. If you act friendly and confident, you'll be fine. Most teenage guys are too shy to even talk to a girl. If you break the ice, and can keep the conversation going, they'll love you for that alone. "And don't limit yourself just to guys you consider handsome. I try to be nice to everyone no matter what they look like. Many of my best men friends are plain looking. "Now, I admit, I don't like to be bored. If a guy is just too dopey, meaning he tells lies and hurts people because he's still just a kid, I act nice to him, but I stay away. Give him a couple of years to grow up, I say. But when I find a guy who interests me, intellectually and sexually, who's honest and kind, I make it as easy as possible for him to get to me. Things work out. "But remember, the first time you let the man take charge of your life you're in trouble. Besides, at our age, if you really want a boy, and you're comfortable sexually, he'll be so happy that you'll let him fuck you that he'll do anything you want." "I wish I could feel as confident as you," Alison volunteered. "I still get nervous when I’m with boys I don't know." "Part of that is sexual tension. Once you get used to fucking and being close to males both physically and sexually you'll feel a lot more at ease. Usually kids' hormones, even girls’, are raging, even though they don't know it, and they can't think straight. Once you get used to your body, and the feeling of sexual tension and release, you'll be able to think more clearly. That's another reason I agreed to this weekend. I think you are truly ready to handle life as a sexually active and aware person, and I think you'll be happier and more comfortable for it." The sun had gone down; the forest was still. The stars shone clearly in the sky, untainted by city lights. The girls yawned, both from the wine they'd drunk and from the fresh mountain air. Behind the house Alison thought she could hear the quiet purr of a car. Sandi noticed it too. "They're here," she said. Sandi walked Alison to the bedroom. She hugged her friend at the door. "Don't be afraid, I've taken care of everything." Alison raised her hands to Sandi's shoulders and looked her in the eye. "Oh, Sandi, I'm not afraid. This night happens to every girl. I'm looking forward to it, and, Sandi, I want to thank you, no matter what, for being here with me." Alison, stood on her tiptoes, kissed Sandi's cheek and swung the door closed as her friend went off to make the arrangements. (4) Alison leaned back against the bedroom door, trying to catch her breath. "Here goes," she thought, "Time to get ready." She walked over and stood in front of the mirror, and slowly took off her blouse and jeans, laying them on the dresser. "Nice body," she said to her reflection. As an athlete, she often looked at herself critically like this. She saw a slim, healthy young girl with a narrow waist, tight hips, wide shoulders and strong legs. Her skin was unblemished and smooth. Her large eyes and petite nose gave her a look of innocence but her rosy lips and wide mouth seemed to promise more. She shivered, although the room was comfortably warm. Her forehead knit with worry. This was a big step in her life. "This is your decision," she said to her image. Then she grinned at herself. "And pay attention. There is only one first time." She unclipped her bra. With a shake of her shoulders, her breasts swung free. She rubbed under them with her thumbs, savoring the feeling of release, and willed herself to relax. She lifted her large bosoms, juggling them in her hands. Her fingers spread, the forefingers toying with her nipples, which hardened. She ran her hands down to her hips, undulated them provocatively, grasped her panties and lowered them to the floor, kicking them over to the dresser. She stood up and looked at herself again, now fully naked. Sandi had told her to spend some time looking at herself and anticipating what would happen to her. "Make a little ritual out of it," Sandi had said. "It will make the event more real, and you will enjoy it more." She stretched her arms above her head, lifted her thick hair and looked down at her untouched, golden, still virgin body. Under her gaze, she could feel it anticipating that tonight it would change. Her dark- aureoled nipples turned taunt and hard. Her sex dampened spontaneously in anticipation. She threw her head back, ran her hands voluptuously through her hair and slid them down her sides again, past her hips and muscular thighs, trying to alleviate the tightness that seemed to rule her from her waist down. She touched herself just below her belly button and spread her fingers across her lower abdomen, through her fine pubic hair. Her middle finger found her cunt and naturally slipped in alongside her clit. She probed her vaginal opening with the tip. "Soon, I'll have a man in there." She shivered at the thought. She had always kept herself alone, aloof, untouched. It was partly the pride of being an athlete, partly her shyness, partly her desire to be in total control of her body. "For only a short while longer," she murmured to herself, "will I still be a virgin. My body has never had anything penetrate it, never felt the invasion of a foreign object or other human flesh. Soon, it will be entered, stretched and plumbed deeply by a male sexual organ. It will be altered forever." She felt her fear return. "A piece of me, my hymen, will be torn by that organ, and I will no longer be a girl, but will have become a woman." She chewed her lip nervously. "A part of another human body being will actually be inside me, as close and intimate as two people can get. That stuff that Sandi calls 'cum', and that I have never seen, will be injected into me, to stay behind when the man leaves. The sperm in it will swim through my cervical opening and up into my body, searching for an egg, and all those foreign male sex cells will be absorbed and become a permanent part of me. "Am I ready?" She had spent sixteen years doing little girl things. Now she was going to transform her life and the way she related to other human beings. She soberly considered the responsibilities that she was imposing on herself. She was embarking on a whole new phase of her life. There would be pleasure and pain, concern and comfort, and it would all start tonight. Was she ready? "Yes!" she exclaimed to the image in the mirror. She threw her head back and raised her chin. "This is how I want it to be. It's my choice. The time is now." With a courageous look, and a pace backward, she stepped away from her girlhood. She went to the door and switched out the lights. Hoping that the darkness didn’t embody her future, she felt her way back to the bed, pulled the bedclothes down and crawled between the cool sheets. Her mind went back to what Sandi has said earlier that day. "Most girls act shy and reluctant, and that turns sex from a loving act to an act of rape. Don't play those games. Never get the guy's macho up. If you don't make him have to fuck you, but you reach out and fuck him, you'll both have a real good time." (5) Alison didn't have long to wait. A few minutes after she turned out the lights, and was drifting into a slight slumber, she heard the sound of voices outside the bedroom door. She followed the footsteps, the light ones of Sandi and the heavier ones of the boy, or maybe man, that Sandi was leading to her; the one who was going to help her over the line, the one who would take her virginity, tonight. She huddled in the bed, imagining him. The area between her legs was warm and puffy, and she imagined that his cock was already entering her, slipping deeply inside her and filling her clean, untouched body with its maleness. Her knees came up defensively. She squirmed around and looked fearfully at the door. Her hand went to her mouth. She could see little in the starlight, but it looked as though Sandi opened the door, and the man stepped in. He loomed tall before her, a dark shape in the gloom. His shoulders were wide and his waist narrow; she could see that much as he pulled his shirt over his head. He slipped out of his shoes by stepping on the heel of one with the toe of the other, and then let his pants drop with a jangle of coins and clank of belt buckle. She tried to see what his genitals were like, but they were hidden in shadow. He leaned over her and pulled the covers back. "My name's Al," he said in a deep and resonant voice, "and you're Alison. How appropriate, almost like Adam and Eve." She couldn't bring herself to speak; her throat was too dry. "I know this is your first time," he said, "so don't worry. I'll be very slow and gentle." She stiffened, as he laid his lean body down beside hers and touched her bare skin with his own. This was it. She could feel his heat. He leaned on his elbow, putting his other hand on the other side of her head. He frightened her as he towered over her, so she lifted her hands to his chest. Her palms encountered hard muscles and curly hair and she drew back, but then she laid her hands softly on him. She realized how big he was and a wave of helpless swept through her, but, with a shake of her head, she brought herself back to earth. She was not a little child. She was an active participant who had asked for this to happen. ‘But I really don't know what to do next!’ the little girl in her said. ‘OK,’ the real Alison replied, ‘so just be ready for anything.’ She purposely ran her hands across his chest and brushed at his thick pelt of hair. She hadn’t realized men were so hairy! She reached around to hug his large body to her, thinking that was what she was supposed to do. He bent down and kissed her softly on the lips. Her nipples hardened. She kissed him back, tentatively, unsure of her technique. His breath was neither sweet not musky, but dry and very male. It felt soft and animal on her face. His lips were full, and more caressing than her parents' lips were when she kissed them goodnight, or than those of the few nervous boyfriends that she had quickly kissed before. She felt the light stubble of whiskers against her tender cheek as he rubbed his face against hers. "He must be much older than I am," she thought and was somehow comforted. She kissed his stubbly cheek, and let her small hands tickle through the silky hairs on his back. "Do you touch a lot in your family?" he asked, looking down at her. His voice rumbled under her hands. "Uh, quite a bit," she replied, in a voice that sounded too loud and squeaky. She cleared her throat. "I get hugs in the morning before I leave, and I always kiss both of my parents good night at bedtime." "Good," he growled, lowering himself onto her breasts, pressing her down with his chest and kissing the place where her neck and shoulder met. "Then you're doing this because you want to, not because you're short of affection." She was momentarily insulted, but held her temper. His body felt too good against hers to let his attitude bother her. She allowed her hands play again across his back again, like two small birds looking for a place to rest. He nibbled her ear lightly. She reached up and ran her fingers through his long hair. He then proceeded to taste her whole body, loving it with his lips, sucking and kissing her neck and shoulders and licking under her breasts. He nibbled lightly on her hardened nipples, and they tingled in response. He kissed and tongued her armpits and elbows, which made her giggle, and sucked each finger, one-by- one. Her hands fell to her sides, and she began to feel languid, not at all aroused. She stretched sensuously under his touch. Her arms and legs were heavy. ‘Did I drink too much wine?’ she asked herself, but she was no longer nervous, and Al continued to take his time. He kissed down her firm stomach. His whiskers tickled her skin and made her giggle again. She was still shy about her nakedness, although the darkness helped, so she held her legs tightly together, hiding her sex. She nervously caught her breath when he kissed her high on each inner thigh, brushing her pubic hair with his cheek. "Is he going to eat me?" she wondered, looking down to where his head and shoulders gleamed in the moonlight, but he didn't pause. He continued kissing down her long legs to her feet, where he nibbled her toes and made her laugh a fourth time. She realized she was thoroughly enjoying this. He began to press the soles of her feet with his fingers in a special way, and little zings of pleasure shot up each leg. He rubbed the area where the top of her foot met her calf and pinched behind her Achilles’ tendon. She felt truly weird. His touch was doing something strange to her. Her nerves tingled and her cunt moistened. It was like when she masturbated, but it seemed to be coming from inside her. As his fingers continued to probe sensitive spots on her feet and ankles, she experienced the same melting sensation that her masturbation produced. She let her head fall back onto the soft pillow and put her hands on the tops of her thighs, as she had at the mirror, because the tension was returning. She stretched her legs stiffly toward Al and spread them slightly, opening herself to him involuntarily. Al continued to stroke and touch her feet in that special way. A feverish heat grew in her groin. Her labia started to swell. The heat forced her to spread her legs even farther apart. Her heart was pounding and her head felt too big, as though she had a fever. She moved her arms nervously, finally putting her hands behind her head. Al moved away from her feet. He held his nose up in the air in a gesture that reminded Alison of nothing so much as a dog that detects an interesting smell on the wind. He started kissing her up the inside of her leg. "I've never eaten a virgin pussy before," he said, "Do you mind?" She looked down at his shadowed image, swallowed, shook her head and heard herself say: "Not at all." He went very slowly. First, he spread her legs wide apart and moved his head between them, his cheeks resting on her inner thighs. His whiskers scratched her legs, making them even more sensitive. With his tongue he pushed her swelling labia apart and lifted her clitoris. "Don't bite it!" She said with alarm and reached out one hand, bending down toward him, thinking of how close his teeth were to her tender appendage. "I won't," was his muffled reply. She was wide-awake now, resting on her elbows and looking down at him. Instead he took her swelling bud between his lips and proceeded to lick, stroke and suck it, pulling it softly away from her just as she herself had been doing all week with her fingers. But she wasn't doing this to herself, someone else was doing it to her, and it felt ten times as good. "Oh, that's lovely," she told him. The heat in her genitals became a core of white fire inside her, glowing brighter and brighter. She leaned back, staring at the ceiling, panting quietly with excitement, pulled along without any effort on her part. Her hips pumped upward toward him gently in response to the sucking and nibbling of his mouth. She felt his tongue dive down into her hole and lick up her moisture, mixing it with his saliva. He ran his tongue all around her sex, over and between her swollen labia, then he stuck the tip into her hole again and worked it around. "Ohhh, uuuhhh," she moaned and gasped in pleasure. She lay back and hugged herself, cradling her breasts with her arms. His nose was pressing against her clit, again just like her fingers did when she masturbated, but his warm breath and the fact that he was another individual, here with her, worked like a magic carpet, raising her excitement higher and higher. "Ach..." She felt the lips of her cunt ripple responsively as he embraced them with his mouth. The warmth and lovely lapping of his tongue increased the tension between her legs, so she spread them wider apart. He slid his arms and shoulders down under her thighs. "What, what are you doing?" she said in confusion. "Oh, my, oh." He lifted her thighs with his arms, tipped her lower body up and buried his face in the exposed saucer of her upturned cunt. "Oh, oh, yes!" she said as she he began to move his face around between her legs, licking and sucking her labia and clit. He sloshed his face in her wetness. She put her hands on his head and held him to her as he gobbled her up. "You taste luscious," he announced to her between slurps. "So sweet and clean." Licking and sucking, he consumed her greedily. She couldn't believe what was happening to her. The pleasure from his mouth spread out to the rest of her body like ripples on a lake, suffusing her with joy. Her legs now stuck straight out to the side, supported by his shoulders and upper arms. She looked down and could see only the hair of his head moving in the darkness. "You... You're wonderful," she said to his hair. She caressed his pleasure-giving head as a randy desire started to take over her lower body. "Oh, yes, yes," she whispered to him, and, as the area between her legs flashed hotter and wetter, she raised her voice. "Oh, lovely. Oh, yes!" She shouted out to him; there was no reason to hide her cries now. The tension spread into her lower belly and hips, as though her skin was too tight. She clinched her asshole and forced her strong, slim legs as wide apart as they would go, giving him maximum access to her sex. He sucked her clitoris strongly and stroked it with his tongue. She felt the tension climb higher and higher, past her navel to her chest, buoyed by the lapping licking on her clit. She started thrashing her upper body from side to side, losing control of her muscles. "God, God, God, God..." she heard herself say. Her vision narrowed and dimmed. She closed her eyes and screamed out and called to him. Her words became meaningless. The sexual pleasure he was providing consumed her. It was an intensity she had never experienced before, and she felt as though she might faint. "Yes! Yes!" she cried softly. She was poised high, at the top of a waterfall, hanging suspended, about to wash over. She grasped the rumpled sheet with her hands, trying to hold on. She couldn't help herself. Finally, fantastically, she climaxed, ecstasy sweeping through her with the rush and crash of a huge wave! She felt herself dropping over the edge. "Aghhhhh!" she screamed loudly as she fell. She grabbed at the sheets more tightly. Her vagina started pulsing and spurting like a fountain! This was nothing like she had ever felt before in her life! The rush of her release opened up in her a greedy desire to ride those crashing waves of joy. She rolled and bucked her hips against Al's mouth, a little girl riding a surfboard, moving with the rhythm of the sea. "Don't stop, don't stop!" she pleaded, realizing that these words were the same as those that had been sung by women to men millions of times over eons of years, since human beings first lived on the earth, and slept in a shared bed. He heard her and stayed with her. As the contractions of her climax racked her body, he continued to greedily lick and suck her clit. He pushed her feet all the way over her head so that her body was bent double over on itself, and he licked and kissed her asshole, which pushed her rush to extremes. "Do me! Rub me! Lick me! Love me!" She couldn't help yelling, crying and gasping. Finally she peaked. "Ahhhhhgh!" she screamed, as loud as she could. Her muscles collapsed. Her climax slowed. Her body had done all it could. She couldn’t move. Al still had his soft mouth between her legs, lapping up the liquid that seeped and spilled from between her swollen tissues. Her cunt continued to cum softly again and again but she gave of herself gladly, as small shakes and shudders swept through her. She was a vessel delivering nourishment to man. She wanted to feed the world. Al lowered her hips back down onto the bed. She puffed, sobbed and stared at the ceiling, licking her lips, ruffling his hair with her hands. Her mind slowly stopped spinning, and she returned to earth. She looked down at that wonderful head between her legs. Al was still licking up her remaining pussy juice. Her cunt felt numb, but the rest of her body shimmered with happiness. She smiled widely and sighed. She didn't feel in the least violated or used. She had decided to do this, and now was fully ready, even anxious, to carry on to the next level. She thought of this lovely person who was to be her first man. She loved him for the pleasure he had just given her, and wanted to give him all she could in return. He was still supporting her lower body, his hands cupping the globes of her small ass. He had his lips on her cunt and was licking and sucking it with sounds of obvious pleasure and satisfaction. The light from the stars gleamed on his skin, outlining the muscles of his bare arms and shoulders. She reached down and lifted his head, blew him a kiss and pulled him toward her. With a final slurp of pleasure, he looked up at her and mopped his mouth on her pubic hair. "Now I'm going to put my cock into you," his deep voice said as he raised himself up. She could only smile and nod, dazedly. She was as limp as a sleeping cat. He crawled slowly up her small body until he was lying on top of her, his head next to hers, his legs between her legs. His weight pressed down on her. As the warmth from his hard body radiated onto her breasts, stomach and the inside of her wet thighs, her knees turned out to welcome him. She was no longer modest or shy. His lovemaking had opened her up. He moved his body higher until his chest was over her face. His hard cock touched her still-trembling clit, and she jumped, then it moved up to rest red hot on her lower stomach, nestled in her soft pubic hair. He slid it back down again, stroking her clit with its length. She savored the feeling of his long hardness fitting like a plump sausage into the steaming bun of her slit. Everything seemed eminently correct somehow, as though life was supposed to be this way. He moved higher, lifting her clit as he did so and stroking upward with the length of his heavy cock until his scrotum warmly covered her sex. His testicles rested like two eggs in the nest of her upturned opening. He raised himself on his elbows and reached down. She realized her time had come. "Let me," she said. He snorted, and tensed with surprise at her forwardness, but then he smiled and nodded. She ran her hands lazily down his ribs to his hips, purring to herself, letting her fingers play against his hard muscles. She reached between their bodies and wrapped her small hands around his rigid rod. She gasped with astonishment as its steely hardness pressed against her palms. She hadn't known his cock would be so strong and eager. She let her hands linger on it, savoring its silky strength. She thought of the wand she used during her gymnastic warm ups and pictured herself holding a cock in her hands while she did her calisthenics at school. She smiled. She lifted her knees, welcoming him. "Yes," he said and raised his hips. She guided his cock head down through her pubic hair, over her mound until it just split the lips of her cunt. She sighed. She moved it around and around, wetting it as Sandi had told her to do. Al kissed the top of her head and hid his face in her hair. He hugged her as if she were a little doll under him, pressing the sides of her small body with his forearms. He was in no hurry. He was anticipating the exquisite pleasure of taking her virginity and wanted to enjoy it to the utmost. Alison held him steady just outside her, his tip barely parting her swollen pussy lips. She tasted him with her cunt, paying full attention to her sensations. His cock was hard, smooth and warm. She pulled it in a little more until the head was fully surrounded by the wet mouth of her sex. She moved him around, stirring him like a spoon into the warm soup of her cunt bowl. His cock head slid slickly against her tissues. The contact caused her blood-flushed sexual membranes to tingle. The numbness faded and tension began to build again in her lower body. "My god!" she whispered softly, surprised by her response. He chuckled. "Can you feel me there?" he asked her. She nodded. Her cunt felt like it was sucking on a round lollipop. After her climax, she had thought that her body couldn't get excited again so soon, but he was good. He tantalized her, moving his cock just barely in and out of her in short jerks, rocking up against her clit, giving her cunt mouth little tastes of him. Her body got tight and swollen again. She flashed on the roasting hen her mother had served for dinner the night before. She imagined Al's hard tool skewering into the tight casing of her small body, injecting its rich gravy into her while letting the steamy liquid inside seep out. She started getting even wetter just thinking about it, and realized that he would have hurt her if he had just thrust himself in. Even as wet as she had been, she had still been too dry deep inside. He hunched his head down and nibbled her face, kissing her cheeks and lips. She took her hand away, giving herself to him. As Al moved carefully in and out, his taut male member piercing slightly deeper with each probe, she felt her body rise to a sexual simmer. She tipped her bottom up and pulled down on his hips, attempting to slide more of herself around his intruding cock. "Oh," she heard herself say, "Yes. Please... Do me... Take me... Give me... Let me..." He was opening her like an envelope, spreading her narrow slit further apart and inserting his cock a little deeper with each thrust. She found herself wanting him in there. It was a new hunger, not the need for pleasure that she had before, but an exquisite pain. She wanted him to fill her utterly, a completeness that seemed fated. She raised her bottom up off of the bed, grasping at him and trying to give him a better angle. He pushed farther into her until he reached her hymen. He felt the resistance of her flesh and stopped. They dropped back down to the bed. His cock was now half inside her, stretching her widely but still leaving her unfulfilled. She felt more pain as he pushed against her hymeneal membrane, and she cried out, but she wasn't going to let him stop there. A melting sensation washed over her and her hunger for him got stronger. Her body was preparing itself for its first man. She put her small hands on his ass and tugged him to her, whispering, "Please, please." He looked down into her eyes and saw permission there. "Yeeessss," he said as he drew back slightly and with a low moan drove himself sharply, fully, deeply into her. "Achhh!" She jerked and cried out as his rock-hard manhood tore through her virginal barrier. His thrust had carried him in all the way, burying the entire length of his cock in her. She gasped. Tears formed in her eyes and ran down her cheeks. She savored the pain of the moment. His cock spasmed once and her insides jerked in response. After that, she was even warmer and wetter than before. He drew back slowly, very slowly, trying to minimize any pain she might feel, then carefully returned his hard cock all the way into her now fully slick love canal. "Oh, finally, finally..." she moaned as he filled her totally. He pulled out and slid back into her again, and she imagined a wad of stuffing being inserted into a turkey, filling it full, but she loved the feeling. She was packed full of him. He had good control. He would slide back smoothly almost all the way out, hold there a second, moving the tip of his cock in and out of her pouting cunt lips and then slide smoothly all the way in, staying there a long time, moving the root of his cock against her tender clit. He did this again and again, invading her, investigating her, sending shivers through her small body with each stroke. "Oh, that's nice. Yes, yes... No!" She cried out in alarm when she thought he had pulled back too far, and might leave her, but he caught himself just in time, with the head of his cock just barely splitting her. "Don't, don't go! No!" she cried, feeling a cold emptiness inside. She clinched the muscles of her ass and cunt and tried to grab him and nibble his cock back down into her. He held himself just at her entrance until she cried out in frustration. Then he slid all the way in again, pushing out her vaginal walls. He smiled down at her in the darkness and she could see his white teeth. "You are gloriously tight," he said. She knew he was right. She could feel her vagina stretch over and around his cock with each entry and close around him again when he left. He buried himself fully inside her and held himself still. She felt like a balloon ready to burst. She loved the feeling of his flesh filling her. She had spent all week doing the exercises Sandi had shown her, training the muscles of her cunt to grasp closely around the root of his cock, and she did this once. He smiled wider and seemed to swell even larger inside her. He was really big. She gulped but continued to nip at the base of his cock, again and again, playing with him, gobbling him up. She laughed out loud at the fun she was having and thrust her hips up tightly against him, folding her legs behind his back to hold him close, rubbing his broad shoulders with her hands and kissing and biting his neck. He rumbled with satisfaction. He kissed her warmly, holding her small head in his hands, moving her face around under his lips. She closed her eyes and kissed him back. He tried to force his tongue between her teeth. At first she resisted, put off by the thought of his saliva mixing with hers, but then she thought of the far more serious mixing that would soon occur down below and let his tongue in. She even extended a little of her tongue into his mouth. She sucked on his tongue with her mouth as she sucked on his cock with her cunt. She continued to clutch the base of his cock in rhythmic pulses. The heat built again inside her. Soon she was no longer playing with him. This was serious. She started to sweat. She kissed him, passionately this time, licking his face and forcing her tongue fully into his mouth. She wanted to get into him, as he was getting into her. She wanted to mix with him, become one with him. He responded enthusiastically, sticking his tongue again into her small mouth. They battled with their tongues, like swords, until they broke up with laughter. Her breasts were swelling with warmth from the friction of his chest against her nipples. She felt soft and damp, like a fertile field. Her eyelids were heavy; she was charmed all over. She reached up and pulled him to her. They looked deeply into each other's eyes, not moving, his cock stationary inside her. Her vagina formed tightly around him, as though she were some thick viscous syrup flowing around his hardness. She felt a moment of intense closeness with him and knew their time had come. He blew her a kiss and nodded his head solemnly. She nodded back her assent. She could feel the sweat run down the sides of her face and her heartbeat in her temples. He pulled his erection slowly out of her and then inserted it again, one last time, as deeply as it could get, the ultimate thrust, until his tight scrotum pillowed itself on her ass crack. She trembled as the tip lifted a bit, way up inside her body. Then it jerked sharply, and he began to cum. "Ugh," she grunted with surprise as the initial pulse shook her deeply, and he started filling her with his piping hot fluid. The walls of her vagina spasmed in answer to the throbbing of his cock and the heat of her loins rose in response to the warmth of the semen he was shooting into her. "It's so..., it's so beautiful!" she whispered, her face buried in his chest. Her head drummed with beats: the striving, pounding beat of her heart; the pulsing beat of her climax as her inner organs grasped and clutched around him and the third gushing, pumping beat of Al's deep, intruding, erupting cock. Her own climax grew as he continued to pump away, anointing the space inside her with warm jets of spray. As he filled the core of her being, she held him tighter, gasping and panting. He continued to fill her full, and fuller, and fill her some more. She came and came around him, kneading his cock with her vagina, moving her slim hips in and out, relishing the seed he was shooting into her, her body suffused in a ruddy heat. He seemed to pump for a very long time. He finished at last, leaving a hot pool in her center and a warm glow all over her. "I did it," she thought. "I have shared myself with a man." He stayed hard in her. "I love the feel of you in me," she told him, between nuzzles and kisses. "And I love being in you," he responded, saying each word slowly and clearly. They paused a second then broke out laughing again, realizing that they had never met before this night and knew absolutely nothing about each other. She loved to laugh with his cock inside her; it sent thumps of pleasure through her body. They laughed some more on purpose and kissed and tongued each other, and she nibbled his cock with her cunt, but eventually he began to soften. He shrank and slipped back to her entrance, then fell out with a pop. Liquid seeped slowly down to her ass crack. Al lifted himself off, and, with a little press of a kiss from his soft cock on the lips of her wet cunt, it said "Goodbye". "I should go now." he whispered, "Are you all right? I could tell them..." "No, that's OK," she said with a sigh. Sandi had told her she should not stop at just one. Although she was weary, she trusted her friend. He stood in the dark next to the bed and put on his clothes. Before he walked away, he knelt down and kissed her on her soft, slightly swollen lips, gently but deeply, a kiss very unlike their first. (6) She looked toward the door contentedly as Al left, and saw the shadow of another man step in to the room. As she lay limp and relaxed in the starlight, her body curled up on the disordered bed, this new boy-man walked over to the chair and took off his clothes. She followed him with her eyes, wondering what would happen next. Without a word, he slid in beside her. She smelled his smoky maleness over the acrid aroma of sex. He put his arm under her head and cradled her cheek against his hard chest. "Was it good?" he asked quietly, looking down at her and kissing her hair. "Oh, yes, very," she sighed, turning her face into his chest and nuzzling him. "Well, we don't want to quit now," he whispered as he cuddled down beside her and rolled her away from him, so that the front of his body was pressed against her back. "That's nice," she thought to herself sleepily as his body hugged hers from behind. His hands held her full breasts and his thumbs played lightly over her tender nipples. Her knees were drawn up and his legs fit perfectly behind them. She remembered with a rosy glow the warm wetness of Al's semen filling her, and felt the warm lump of the new man's hardening cock in the damp crack of her ass. She settled back against him. "I'm going to show you another way to fuck," he said into her ear. "This is good when you are tired and don't want to work too hard." "Fine with me," she replied with a yawn. He lifted her upper leg with his hand and pressed his rapidly stiffening member against the area between her cunt and asshole. Alison couldn't be sure, but his cock seemed longer and thinner than Al's. She closed her legs on his long, hard pole and reached down to feel the head sticking out from between her thighs. She milked it slightly with her small hand. "What is your name?" she asked, looking over her shoulder. "We don't need names," he replied as he kissed her cheek. She turned away. He had her lift her knee again, her foot resting against her lower leg. He then began to move his hips back and forth, rubbing his now-hard cock against her tender tissues from the rear. His breathing grew louder. He reached down with his hand and pressed his stiffening shaft up close to her so that the tip caught her clit as it passed by. At first, it was just a soothing stroking of her exhausted private parts but soon she found herself getting slightly horny. He was so excited, and so agitated, that her ardor rose in response. She moved back against him, bringing her wet pussy lips down to lick the length of his cock as it slid by and resting her ass cheeks in the warm depression of his loins. He pressed against her passionately. His building zeal flowed into her, and she began to pant. Soon she was squirming with desire. He moved his other hand around her so that his palm was covering both his cock head and her hot cunt. He pulled her lips apart with his fingers as he stroked once more, only this time, instead of catching her clit, he bent his cock up farther and it went in. The tip pushed against the front of her vagina as he slipped quickly way up inside her, lubricated by Al's semen. Her vaginal tube expanded willingly around his gristly hardness. "You're strong..." she started to say, but he shushed her with a hiss. His cock wasn't as big around as Al's, but it still fully filled her springy young cunt. She began to notice other differences. His body was not as massive as Al's had been. He had firm, sinewy arms that hugged her like a rope. His skin was not as rough. His voice was higher and more melodious. She realized that she could be eternally fascinated by the physical and sexual differences in men. She looked forward to learning as much as she could throughout her life. He gently but firmly pushed her shoulders away from him, so that his long cock could enter more deeply into her. The muscles of her buttocks stretched wide as she bent forward and her ass spread naturally apart, allowing him a deeper plunge. She thought of the picture that the curves of her smooth young body must be making in the starlight, like an artistic photograph, all highlights and shadows. His thrusts increased in speed and he began to penetrate very deeply, into areas that hadn't been touched before. He rubbed his hands over her back, following her spine, then grabbed her slim hips and moved her back and forth against him, driving his cock harder and harder. His cock was really working her novice cunt, but she was relaxed enough, and slick enough from the load that Al had already given her, that it didn't hurt. He put his hands on her rump, caressing her bottom with his fingers, spreading her buttocks apart, brushing the edge of her cunt opening with his thumbs, guiding her onto him. She pushed back against him, seeking to increase the great feeling of having him inside. She began to feel very comfortable with his cock penetrating her, as though there was a natural void inside her that needed cock. She thought of him coming and filling her even higher than Al had, adding his provisions to what she had taken in already. The idea excited her, and she imagined the warmth she would soon feel. She moved one hand to caress her tender belly, that new repository of hard cocks and sperm, and moved her other hand to her mouth, biting her knuckle, thinking only of the cock attacking her insides, and the way it shook her with each thrust. Suddenly he stopped thrusting. He hugged her body back to him, and she thought "Oh, my, now he's going to cum inside me," and she smiled in anticipation, but instead he rolled over until he was on top of her, forcing the front of her body down onto the bed. His long cock was still firmly pinning her, his haunches pressing flatly on her bottom. His weight held her immobile and, momentarily, took her breath away. He braced himself with one hand to the bed and reached the other arm under her slim hips. He shifted to a kneeling position, raising her bottom as he did so. She followed him up, ending on her elbows and bent knees, her ass in the air, her face buried in the sheet. "So this is the way doggies do it," she thought with a smile as he began to pound himself solidly into her again, smacking his lower belly against her ass and delving deeply with each thrust. His pounding shook her all over; her ass cheeks rippled; her breasts swayed back and forth. She cradled her face in her hands, enjoying the hard shocks to her genitals. He seemed to want his body to be totally engulfed in hers; he was trying so hard to get so deep. And she could tell he was growing longer and going deeper. The head of his cock probed farther down inside her. It awakened a craving in her. She started moving her bottom in response. She raised her head, turned and looked back up at him. His eyes had rolled up, and she could see the whites in the starlight. She herself was panting and rocking and answering his every thrust. She felt so very good, and he seemed to want her so much in this pleasantly violent way. "Yes!" she called to him, "Do that to me. Harder!" Each pound vibrated her clitoris. She flashed back to when she had seen some monkeys fuck in a cage once on a trip the family had taken to the zoo. The male money had held the female's hipbones, just like this man held hers. She recalled her shock at the sight of the fleshy pink penis cleaving the female monkey's furry bottom. She thought of all the creatures, all over the world, joining with each other at this very moment. Why, she thought, there must be millions, maybe billions of creatures doing right now what she and this man were doing. The universality and naturalness of the act calmed her mind and brought her back to the present. She moved her bottom around, finding the rhythm, experimenting with angles, seeking new sensations. The smooth skin of the man's scrotum rubbed against her sex. He still held her hips, moving her up, down and around as he drove himself into her. She matched his cadence and moved with him, catching his thrown cock in the velvet glove of her cunt. He sped up. His energy seemed infinite. Her cunt was hot as fire. He slid his hands up her back to her shoulders and pulled her body tightly against him, pushing his member in as far as it could go. She felt it touch still virgin areas inside her, poking at her womb with its tip. He was wonderfully long. He held her motionless for several seconds, then, with a yell, he came, pounding and pulsing, blossoming beautifully deeply inside her. She felt him pump away, and her cunt began to contract rhythmically around his throbbing cock, as though drinking in that spurting hot semen. She rolled her stomach muscles so she could feel the full length of it in her vaginal tube, squeezing it, forcing out every drop of that wonderful hot liquid that she could get. She raised her head again and looked up, her teeth in the rictus of a grin, as she felt the flush of her climax sweep over her chest and head. She threw her head back and her long hair fell softly over her shoulders and upper arms, caressing them. Her lips writhed and she screamed, "Aghhhhhhhhh!" at the top of her voice. The noise of her scream added to her pleasure and her vaginal walls undulated even more strongly against his pumping cock. She received him into her, like a calf sucking on a milky nipple, consuming his slippery essence. She lowered her head into her hands, panting and swearing, her greedy vagina still sucking him in. "Oh, God! Oh, God, that's so...delicious!" She felt his pumping slow, and she pressed hard back against him. He thumped inside her a couple more times, and her vagina answered with more waves of pleasure. She couldn't tell if her contractions were spontaneous or sympathetic. She milked his cock with her cunt. He fell down over her back, burying his face in her long hair, kissing her on her ears and neck. She collapsed down onto the bed and he followed her, laying his thin body over her back, his thighs keeping her legs spread widely apart. His depleted cock slipped slowly back up her vagina and fell out. She rolled over and looked up to him, her arms outstretched, as he stepped off onto the floor with one foot, then stood up. He staggered a little as he began to put on his pants. She rose up. "You can't stay?" she asked imploringly. "Not tonight. That's enough for now," he replied with a sad smile. She lay back, her legs spread, leaning on her elbows, feeling abandoned. She missed the feel of warm flesh against her flesh, the heat of passion and the flush of desire. Her hair framed the sides of her face, limiting her vision. She looked down at herself petulantly and avoided looking over at the man as he dressed and left the room. As the door closed, she fell back onto the bed. Her tummy was so full of fiery fluid that it ached. The area between her legs was sore from the pounding it had taken, and she was so tired she was slightly sick, but she still craved a warm body that she could hug, and she sniffled in self-pity. Moving one hand to soothe her aching belly and the other to comfort her ravaged cunt, the poor girl fell into a slight sleep. (7) She was awakened by the smell of coffee! She opened her eyes and sat up. Sandi stood beside her with a cup in her hand. The lights were on. Alison took the cup and drank it gratefully while watching Sandi. Neither said a word. Alison stood up off of the bed and staggered to the bathroom. She sat on the toilet and urinated strongly, amazed at how much better she felt. As she used the toilet paper, she touched herself gently. "Uhummm," she said. Her sex tissues were still a little tender, but as she felt for sore spots, she touched her clit, which began to tingle again with excitement. "God, what a little sexpot I'm becoming," she thought with a grin. She finished wiping, flushed, washed her hands and went back into the room. Sandi was sitting naked on the bed, her willowy body shining like ivory in the room light. Her small breasts were barely visible, two pink-nosed rabbits peeking out from between her arms. Alison was shocked to see her friend naked, but suddenly she felt safer, as though they were now in this together. "I think it's about time that you found out what's been getting into you," Sandi said with a wink, looking back beside the door to the bathroom. Alison turned and saw a naked young man, about six feet tall, with wide muscular shoulders and a thick chest. Her first impulse was to cover her own nakedness, but she quickly realized how ridiculous that would seem. She lowered her arms bravely and looked closely at the man. His skin was tanned very dark and was quite hairy on his shoulders and broad chest. His stomach was ridged with muscle, and his ruddy brown cock hung down a good seven inches from his bush of dark pubic hair. His tan lines revealed that he wore bikini shorts. The whiter skin emphasized his impressive sexual equipment. Alison looked up to his face. He had beautiful soft, curly hair, blue eyes, and round, slightly pocked- marked cheeks. His nose was too broad and his face too square for him to be classically handsome, but he smiled widely at her and her nervousness disappeared. There was no danger here. Sandi called her over to sit on the bed, then motioned to the man. "Come, Derek. Alison, Derek has volunteered to be your teaching dummy this evening." Derek walked over and stood squarely in front of the two girls, his hands on his hips. "Now, Allison, I want you to inspect Derek's penis closely." Alison had seen her brother and her father naked before, but never up close or for very long. Although she had just fucked twice, she had never had a chance to closely inspect a mature male's equipment. Shyly, curious but not knowing quite what to expect, she reached out and took Derek's flaccid member gingerly in her hand. She looked up at his face to gauge his reaction, but he only smiled more widely. His cock felt warm, loose and smooth, like satin. Although it looked limp, it pulsed with life. She lifted it and inspected its underside. Suddenly, it twitched a little upward, and Alison gave a start. Derek grinned. Alison gazed in wonder. As if by magic Derek's cock was growing larger and firmer in her hand! Its wrinkled and, Alison acknowledged, somewhat ugly skin began to take on a smooth muscular sheen against the striated background of his scrotum and his bristly dark pubic hair. "Derek is bigger than the cocks you have had so far," Sandi said. "But size doesn't make a lot of difference in the pleasure you'll get from fucking. Before you leave I'll show you some sex tricks that will make any man a thoroughly enjoyable experience." Alison was barely following what her friend was saying. She was fascinated by the changes occurring in front of her eyes. Derek's cock was growing thicker and longer as she watched. It flushed a vivid dark red as it gained an inch, then another. The now-hard organ began to rise, as though ignoring gravity. It rose from her palm, and she moved her small hand up eagerly to follow it. Derek was breathing hard, looking down at her. He seemed to be saluting her with his now-stiff shaft. It stuck out horizontal and rigid, in honor of her warmth and presence. She looked up at him in amazement. "Now, Alison," Sandi broke into her friend's reverie, "Pay attention. In order to get maximum sexual pleasure, you need to know all you can about a man's phallus, that is, his cock and balls. Pull the cover back from the head." Derek was not circumcised, so his cock head was covered with foreskin except for the very tip. Alison reached up and pulled it back, revealing the glans in its red, swollen beauty. "That is what the man gets most of his sensations from," Sandi said. "Give it a lick." "What?" Alison looked over at Sandi, a shocked expression on her innocent face, but, under the frank honesty of Sandi's calm gaze, she lowered her eyes and felt constrained to comply. She turned back to Derek's cock, took a breath and delicately extended her small pink tongue, touching it lightly to Derek's bare cock head. Derek began to breathe harder and looked a little flushed. Sandi frowned at him. She turned back to Alison who was beginning to more enthusiastically lick at Derek's cock. Now that she had given herself permission, she found that she was actually enjoying it. She kissed the tip and licked around the opening. "He also can feel it when something slides along the bottom." Aware that she was now fully committed, Alison ran her tongue from the tip down the underside of its length to the top of his big scrotum, lifting his stiff cock as she did so. She licked back up to the tip and kissed it again, this time sucking slightly. She was trying to identify the tastes she was getting from the various parts of Derek's genitals. She licked down his shaft again, and buried her face in the joint between his cock and bag, kissing and sniffling. As his pubic hair tickled her nose, she smelled a musky, masculine scent. She turned her attention to his scrotum, kissing and tasting the skin, then gently balancing a testicle on her tongue. She opened her mouth, and tried to suck the ball inside, but Derek groaned, and she backed off quickly, thinking that she had caused him pain. She could see, under his large, heavy cock, Derek's balls begin to draw up next to his body. She looked over at Sandi. "Men can stay hard and keep from coming for a long time if they fuck often. If a guy cums too soon, that usually means he hasn't been getting enough sex. That's one of the advantages of a gangbang. There are always more cocks if you need them. "So, when a man gets ready to cum, his balls draw up like that, and his bag gets tight and round." As if it were listening, Derek's scrotum pulled itself into a round ball, misshapen slightly by his two large testicles. His cock seemed to get even bigger in her hand, and Alison could see some clear liquid leaking from the tip. "That pre-cum is the reason withdrawal doesn't work for birth control," Sandi continued. "It sometimes contains sperm and can make you pregnant, even if the man doesn't cum inside you. Taste it, if you like, but you don't have to." Deliberately, Alison pulled back the foreskin again and sipped the light liquid coming out of the hole in the end of Derek's cock. It didn't taste like much, rather watery and soft, but again she got a whiff of Derek's male smell. She quite liked it. "Now stroke his cock until he comes, and you'll see what feels so good when it's spurting inside you." Alison readied herself. Squaring her shoulders, she formed her fingers into a circle and began to stroke Derek's long cock with her hand, rolling the foreskin back and stroking down the cylindrical length of the shaft to where it nested in his soft pubic hair. As she stroked, more liquid seeped out. Derek's cock felt smooth as chamois initially but as she continued the stroking it began to roughen. She was getting lightheaded from the smell. Her nipples felt tight and tender. "Does that hurt?" she asked him. Derek shook his head breathlessly. His cock got hotter in her hand. "OK, Derek," Sandi said. "Now, Alison, this is what cum looks like." After a few more strokes, Alison felt a pulse spread her fingers. Derek's cock jerked in her hand, and, from the slit in the tip, white foamy cum shot over her arm and onto her breasts. Alison looked up fascinated at Derek's spurting penis, as streamer after streamer of white, gluey stuff formed in the air and sailed down to hit her. It ran down her bosoms and began to drip off of her nipples. She was being bathed in a shower of spurting semen! She reached up to wipe it off. "No. Don't. Leave it," Sandi said. After a few more seconds, she took Derek's pumping cock from Alison and, in one smooth movement, sucked the whole length of it down her throat. As Alison watched, her young friend began to swallow, not moving her lips a bit from where they circled the root of Derek's long cock. "Wow!" Alison exclaimed. She watched in amazement as Sandi engulfed nearly nine inches of hard meat and swallowed pulse after pulse of delivered cum. Sandi swallowed effortlessly, as though the long cock was no problem at all for her to handle. After Derek finished, Sandi sucked the length of his cock and licked it clean. Derek walked over to the dresser, put on his clothes, and left the room. "You can taste it, if you like," Sandi said, indicating the cum still running down and dripping off of Alison's breasts. "I don't think so." Alison shook her head, breathlessly, still stunned by what had just happened. "Fine," said Sandi. "Lie back." Alison obediently put her hands behind her head and lay back on the bed, her legs bent over the edge of the mattress. Sandi reached over and started to massage Derek's cum onto Alison's breasts. "This is the best skin conditioner I know," Sandi said. She rubbed it onto Alison's stomach and carried some of the white foam down to Alison's lower belly and thighs. Sandi got up off of the bed and kneeled between Alison's legs. She nudged Allison's knees apart and rubbed Derek's cum carefully into her friend’s labia and inner thighs. Alison sighed. Sandi could feel Allison’s cunt lips absorb Derek’s cum and begin to flush, thicken and become very slick. "Good," she said to herself. She gazed at the beautiful view: Alison's slim, smooth thighs meeting in her rosy, shining labia, surrounded by her silky blond pubic hair; her brown, puckered anus below, framed by two round, smooth globes of tender young flesh; her flat belly, crowned by a cute navel, her well defined ribcage supporting spectacular full breasts, still bouncy and perkily upright even though she was lying down, and finally, in the distance, Alison's beautiful face, pillowed in her disordered mass of golden hair, with an enraptured look as she gazed down at Sandi from between half-lowered eyelids. Alison was in a haze. The smell from Derek's cock and balls had made her head swim. The feel of Sandi's hands rubbing Derek's cum into the skin of her breasts and stomach made her want to melt into the bed. Her whole body was relaxed except the area between her legs. She felt the ache build in her again and realized that if she could have just one more orgasm, things would be perfect. She heard a low whistle from Sandi and dimly saw another man walk into the room and remove his clothes. His cock stood out stiffly, pointing slightly upward. Sandi reached out to Alison and grasped her under her arms. Tenderly, she helped her glassy-eyed friend stand up. The new man moved around them and lay down on the bed on his back. He held his cock straight up. Sandi turned Alison a little and helped her back on the bed until she had one knee on each side of the man's hips. Alison looked down and saw the man's hard shaft between her thighs, pointing straight up at her. The helmet-shaped glans moved slightly back and forth as the man jacked the shaft with his fingers. She turned her face up to Sandi with a confused look that seemed to say, "What do I do now?" With Sandi's help, she lowered her body until the tip just split the lips of her distended cunt. Sandi kissed her on the forehead and let her go. Alison gasped. The new man moved his cock in a circle, spreading her swollen cunt lips wider. Suddenly they stretched welcomingly, and she slid down onto the new cock. She shut her eyes tight as the first few inches went into her. "Oh! Oh, my God!" she whispered. Her young body shivered with anticipation. Her insides relaxed slowly as this, the third hard cock of the evening, insinuated itself into her. This was what she wanted! The need to have a cock in her empty vagina was being filled beautifully! She opened her eyes and looked down at the new man who was entering her. His eyes were closed, and a look of blissful happiness shone on his face. He had heavy eyebrows and a wide mouth that was now stretched into a smile. She was pouring wetness down his cock as more and more of him steadily slid up into her. Finally, she glided down all the way so that her ass and legs were pressed flat against the man's stomach and thighs, with his entire length inside her. She felt very full, but natural, as though she were protecting that great length of cock by storing it in her belly. She reached down and rubbed her stomach. He was so very long, she thought she might be able to detect him pushing out against her skin. He opened his eyes. She leaned forward with him still fully enclosed in her, put her hands on either side of his head, and looked down at his face. His dark blond hair was very curly, and glowed now with perspiration. His gray eyes were half closed with the pleasure of having her around him. His freckled skin was shiny and smooth. She leaned down and kissed him as she raised her hips and lifted off of him slowly, against the suction of their joining, until she could just feel the tip of his cock between her cunt lips. More swiftly this time, she slid down onto him, returning him securely inside her, impaling herself on that wonderful hard shaft. The muscles of her vagina caressed tightly around his rod. Her clit hit the man's stomach with a thump. A thrill went through her. She lifted herself up and slid down again, pounding her clit, getting the rhythm, welcoming the motion and varying her movements to increase her pleasure. She moved smoothly up and down on his cock, and looked up to find Sandi smiling and nodding her head. Alison shifted her body more upright. She put her hands on her hips, and, using the power of her gymnastic- trained legs, lifted herself straight up and slid straight down onto the man's cock, rubbing the tip against the front of her vaginal passage. With each squat she felt the presence of his legs under her ass and the pressure of his pubic bone on her clit. With him again safely ensconced, she moved her hips back and forth, tickling her swollen clit against his bristly pubic thatch. God, his cock was huge! Bigger than any that she had held so far. If she had not been on top and able to control the speed and degree of penetration, she was sure he would have hurt her. She leaned forward on her hands again and kissed him, fully and passionately on the mouth. Their tongues met. Her pendant breasts brushed his chest and her nipples tightened. She felt the pressure inside her grow. She had cum three times already this evening, but Sandi had prepared her well, and Alison was ready to experience the ultimate yet again. She lifted her round bottom very high and rocked rapidly up and down on his slick smooth cock, stroking the front of his shaft with her clitoris, feeling it tingle and lengthen. Soon she was going crazy, throwing her head back and forth and side to side, whipping herself with her hair. Faster, faster, up and down. Her need for him became a craving, then an obsession. A wanton desire for fulfillment took over her body. She began to scream, "Oh, shit, that feels sooo... Fuck! What a wonderful...help me, help me!" She wanted to cum so badly, but she couldn't quite manage it. The man grasped her hips and began to move them in a circular motion, the pressure of his cock moving around in her vagina, stroking the tip along first one side and then another of her inner cunt. Her insides began to sing as his hard bow vibrated them. The vibrations rose higher and higher. "Yes, yes, help me! Help me!" she cried, and then she screamed with pleasure as the whole lower part of her body exploded in a violent climax! Wave after wave washed through her. She sat up straight and slid down until he was fully inside her, her vaginal muscles rippling rhythmically against the entire length of his shaft. She felt the warmth from her hips flow up to her breasts and on over her head. Her bare skin flushed and glowed. She was sweating streams down her face and back. She could taste the salt as she bit her lips. Her eyes were shut. She couldn't take any additional sensations into her brain. Holding her hands folded over her heart, she focused internally, thinking only of her sexual muscles, feeling them ripple and clamp against his hardness. She was still cumming against the man's cock, but beginning to slow, when he jumped inside her and went off with an enormous pulse! It was as if a bomb had detonated in there! She felt warmth radiate into her and his pulsing seemed to transfer itself physically to her vaginal muscles. They began to clamp again inside her! "No, Oh, Jesus, God, no, it's too much!" she screamed, but immediately she was back to cumming, lashing herself about and gyrating around and up and down on his spurting weapon! Her body's new climax paced the man's ejaculations. Each time he pulsed a hot stream of semen into her, her vagina responded with a small blast of pleasure and additional muscular contractions. She felt his essence gushing into the middle of her belly, filling her up. She was brimming with pleasure. Finally he ceased pumping, and her pulses slowed. They sank together into a blissful stillness. Alison sat motionless, his hard cock still inside her, her eyes still tightly closed. She couldn't move any part of her body. She was so sated; she was numb. She sat in silence. Then, suddenly, she began to cry. Sitting there, filled so full, a rush of exquisite happiness washed over her, and her sweet body wracked itself with sobs. She cradled her breasts in her arms as tears of joy ran down her face, mixing with the sweat, her body shuddering and shaking. She was so tired and so happy that she couldn't stop crying, thinking of the pleasure she had just had, that this man had given her. The sobs caused her inner muscles to contract around that huge cock that still filled her so full. It delighted her that she could still hug it, honoring what it had done so marvelously. Then, to her amazement, it seemed to swell bigger and longer. Yes, it was. It was inflating fatly against her vaginal walls! Shaken and gasping, she felt it tighten inside her, against the smoothness of her inner membranes and the slickness of the semen, which was seeping out of her and pooling stickily beneath her ass. Her hips began to move slowly up and then down on the ballooning rod. "No, no!" she sobbed, "Not again!" but her body wouldn't listen. It stroked more and more rapidly on the stiffening glossy cock that pressed her so strongly inside. She bounced faster up and down, like a rubber ball. She just couldn't stop. Her body was no longer under her control. It was no longer answering a need for pleasure. This was a primordial response, a core- driven instinct that would go on until appeased. She felt real fear. What was happening to her? She groaned. She was no longer in charge of her body. Her mind was like a rider on a runaway horse, holding on for dear life. With no better option she pulled herself back into her galloping body and fell to doing what it was making her do anyway, and doing it well. The warmth, stroking, sweat, and smell hit her like a second wind. Immediately, she was in tune with her actions, as she was on the days when she just couldn't lose her tennis matches. She readied herself for the victory. With a cry of relief, she felt him cum again, nearly as strongly as the first time, and her body answered with rolls of muscular contractions, and waves of heat, and explosions of pleasure in her breasts and arms and shoulders, but, mostly, in her quivering, exhausted, satiated, well-fucked cunt. (8) Alison opened her eyes. She was lying on her back in the bed, covered by a sheet. She could hear birds singing and saw that the sun was shining brightly on the trees outside her window. As she moved, she stretched like a cat, raising her arms over her head, spreading her legs apart and rubbing them against the sheets. She felt as she did after a good aerobic workout, tired, but really loose and relaxed. She started to rub her hands over her skin and detected a roughness. She lifted the sheets and looked down at her bare body. It was a mess. Her ripe young breasts were streaked with white from Derek's cum and her own sweat. Her nipples were still red and swollen from the love bites and rubbing they had endured the evening before. Her tummy was gritty, and her pubic bush was so stiff with dried cum that it was bristly. She spied little splotches of pink, mixed with the chalky residue of cum, on her inner thighs and realized that that was her cherry blood. She had fucked so many times last night that losing her virginity seemed like an ancient dream. She reached down between her legs. Her public hair was stuck down flat. Her cunt was flaccid and lax, her inner labia exposed. Her ass crack was crusty with blood, cum and sweat. The sheets on which she lay were stiff and crunchy. She rolled awkwardly out of the bed and tottered over to the bathroom. She collapsed into the shower and turned the water on as hot as she could stand, but not strong, so she could let it play softly over her tender body, rolling in rivulets between her breasts, around her stomach and down to the hairs of her pubis. She found her shampoo and washed her hair, then scrubbed herself thoroughly from head to toe. She came out of the bathroom toweling her hair dry. Sandi was standing in jeans and flannel shirt in the middle of the room with her hands in her back pockets and a smile of smug satisfaction on her face. "Well?" she asked. Dropping the towel, Alison ran over to Sandi and hugged her with her damp, naked body. "Oh, Sandi, it was incredible!" she said laughing. She jumped up and down with excitement, her breasts bouncing. "I never knew a body could hold so much pleasure! Everything was truly perfect." "Oh, that was just the beginning," Sandi responded archly. "The best part about sex is you can do it again and again, and it just gets better. We still have two weekends until you leave, right?" Alison nodded. "So we can do this two more times if you're up to it." "If they're like this time, you couldn't fight me off. I don't remember feeling this good ever. It's like a drug." "But fortunately not illegal," Sandi responded. "OK. I can't possibly show you everything I've learned in the short time we have left, but, when you leave, you'll know enough to keep out of trouble, and have a whole lot of fun. Get dressed and come to breakfast." After breakfast, the two girls packed up and drove back to town. Dropping Alison off at her house, Sandi reminded her to watch what she said if she really didn't want her parents to know what she had done. "Mothers, especially, seem to be able to see right through you when you've started fucking. Act as normal as possible. She may suspect, but she won't know." "Don't worry," Alison replied. "I won't do anything to mess up next weekend." With a sweet smile, she walked jauntily up to her house, her suitcase over her shoulder. As she opened the front door, her dad looked out from the study. "Have a good time?" he asked. "It was great," she replied. "Communing with nature is very invigorating." "Well, it certainly seems to have worked with you. I don't know when I've ever seen such rosy cheeks. Put your suitcase in the laundry room, this is my week to do the wash." "That's all right," she replied, thinking of the sheets she had fucked on last night, and realizing that she would have to start being careful, "I'll do them." To be continued... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 41