True story my first threesome

Please be nice this is my first story and my first ever threesome.Me and my wife wrote this tonight so maybe someone will like it...Thanks

This story begins during the spring of 99 as me and my wife Crissy enjoyed our first few months in our new house. We decided to invite one of my wife’s friends Kayla just to relax and enjoy another typical Friday night or so I thought. The night started harmless enough with some drinking and playing some poker around the dining table.
What happened next was very unexpected. My wife suggested we play truth or dare. My initial thought was that I would be running around the house naked again but this time would end a little different. As the game progressed I noticed that more and more of the dares involved crissy and Kayla and to my surprise it was my wife that was making her do this. All I could think was holy shit I am getting to see our friend do this to my wife but when she involved me in one of the dares I was shocked to say the least. I remember it well, it was my wife’s turn to ask and she dared Kayla put her hand down her pants and pretend to have an orgasm while I kissed her neck and fondled her breasts. Crissy could tell by the growing bulge in my shorts that this was not a problem for me. After the dare was over I had to sneak around the table so I would not let Kayla see what this little dare had done to me.But when I sat down and looked at crissy I could tell it had excited her as much as it did me so when it became my turn it was time to see just how far she would go. crissy had never been with a women but I knew she had thought about it often as she would tell me any time she saw a women that she thought was pretty and really leaned toward lesbian porn although she played it off that the guys looked fake but I knew better. After considering who I should dare I decided to pick crissy. I dared her to let me blindfold her and allow Kayla to do whatever she wanted to her for 60 seconds. The look on crissy’s face was priceless. But after quite a large shot of tequila she agreed .I blindfolded her and without hesitation Kayla slid her chair around behind crissy’s scooted up close and began to kiss her neck and then I noticed her hands come from behind the chair and disappear under my wife’s shirt. While this was going on I had allowed my rock hard dick to sneak out of my shorts and was stroking myself under the table where no one could see. I closed my eyes for a split second and heard my wife make a deep gasp. When I opened my eyes I noticed that Kayla had buried both of her hands into the front of my wife shorts and was giving her the rub down of her life. Since my wife’s shorts were so loose I could see everything that she was doing and it was killing me. About that time Kayla said times up and I could have died. I could tell by looking at crissy she had nothing but revenge in mind. She took a quick glance at me then down at my shorts to notice the huge bulge in my shorts and proceeded to dare Kayla nibble at my cock through my shorts but no hands allowed. As Kayla slid her chair around the table I was scared to death I was going to cum in my shorts. She wasted no time burying her head in my crotch and tracing my cock with her tongue through my shorts. The head of my cock was peeping out the top of my shorts and I don’t know if crissy caught it but Kayla did and when her tongue founds it way there I almost got off but luckily time was up. at this point we were all very drunk but I would not let this night pass without seeing these to make out so now it was time to say fuck it and let it ride. My dare was to crissy and I asked if there was anything that was taboo that she would not do and with all her drunken beauty said nope. I thought for a moment and told her that my dare was for her to kneel between kalyla’s legs, remove her shorts and eat her out through her panties. This did not seem to be a problem for neither one. By the time crissy made it to Kayla she had already removed her shorts and was in position. crissy began to kiss up her thigh as Kayla squirmed crissy went higher and higher until she was finally pressing her tongue against Kayla’s clit. I could tell by kayla’s reaction that she was ready to cum herself but was fighting it hard. As I watched I noticed that without pause crissy had slid kayla’s panties to the side and was licking her completely shaven pussy like she had done this a hundred times. it was more than I could stand I was stroking myself while I watched and could have easily gotten off anytime I chose but was not about to waste this one inside my shorts. i told them time was up and the look Kayla gave me would have killed an ordinary man but hey share and share alike I say. After a few more shots it was about 2:30 in the morning and kayla’s husband was calling looking for her and she decided it was best if she went home. After she left I just knew there would be some odd silence or weird looks from crissy but boy was I wrong. i went and took a quick shower and when I came out crissy was completely naked laying on the bed fingering herself which instantly got me to attention. She looked at me and said I need you to eat me out so I can imagine its Kayla .I strangely had no problem with this I slid up between her legs and she was already soaking wet from our little game and of course her playing while I was in the shower. As I buried my face in her pussy I could not believe how wet she was I had never seen her like this before. She could barely stay still she was squirming and moaning kayla’s name to eat her out .about that time I felt her arch her back and let out a scream that could wake the dead. i felt her pussy tighten and she had one of the strongest orgasm I have seen her have. As she laid there as if in a coma she looked at me and said are you ready to get off. My response was a subtle FUCK YES I was already rock hard and as she went down on me she said wow you haven’t been this hard in a while you cock looks like its ready to explode. As I received one of the best blowjobs of our married life crissy looked at me and said I want you to imagine this is Kayla giving you a blowjob. That was all I needed to hear and I exploded filling her mouth with every ounce of cum I had been holding every since Kayla licked the head of my dick during truth or dare. i didn’t think I was going to stop I could feel it running out of her mouth and down the side of my cock and that just kept me going. When it was finally over we did talk about that night but neither of us had nothing but good things to say and she even recommended we invite Kayla over the next night for a follow up.From the moment I got up the next morning all I could think about was if Kayla would come over that night.I told crissy I was going to go to the office and take care of a few things I needed wrapped up before Monday.
It was about 6:00 when I made it back home and to my surprise Kayla’s car was in the driveway. She and crissy were sitting in the garage and I saw them snickering back and forth as if telling secrets. Needless to say I was intrigued by this and when Kayla went to use the restroom I asked crissy what they were snickering about when I pulled up. She told me that Kayla had told her that she went home and masturbated in the shower thinking about last night. She said all she could think about was how she didn’t get to eat crissy’s pussy and she hoped she might get that opportunity tonight. She also admitted that she was very intrigued by what she got to play with through my shorts last night and that she had never felt one that big and could only imagine what it felt like and crissy said maybe we can change that tonight to. When Kayla got back we decided to go into my office upstairs and listen to some music and hang out a drink a little. It wasn’t long before the girls were a little tipsy and were giving each other there best I wanna fuck you eyes. Before long we were back into another heated game of truth or dare or just dare it ended up. From this point crissy pretty much led the way. The first dare was to Kayla. crissy told her to raise her shirt about her head exposing her beautiful breasts but not allowing her to see what was going to happen was then instructed to straddle her and rub my cock all over her tits and as I rubbed the head of my cock on her nipples I could feel them getting harder and harder and before the dare was over Kayla had already told crissy that she dared her to suck my cock in front of her so she could watch. As we stood in front of Kayla with crissy sucking my rock hard cock I glanced over and seen that Kayla had her hand down inside her shorts and was playing with herself. We decided after this to get naked to save time for future dares. The next dare was for Kayla to lie back on my ottoman and let me tease her pussy with the head of my dick…no penetration just teasing. This drove Kayla wild I could tell she wanted me inside her but that was against the rules (for now). It was obvious we were all ready to take this to the next level so crissy suggested we move into the bedroom. Once in the bedroom crissy laid on her back and motioned for kayla to come to her and told her to eat her pussy. kayla did this very willingly and while I stood there staring at kayla’s ass high in the air as I stroked my cock waiting for orders. it wasn’t long before crissy looked at me and mumbled fuck her. I could tell Kayla was ready as I seen her spread her legs ever so slightly allowing me a beautiful view of her wet pussy. As I crawled upon the bed I took the head of my dick and rubbed it against her pussy to get it nice and wet.= but Kayla would have none of it she reached around and grabbed my cock and led it into her tight wet pussy. As the head of my cock entered her i could hear a muffled moan with her mouth full of crissy’s pussy.
The more I pounded kayla’s tight pussy the harder her tongue pounded crissy’s clit. Within a few moments crissy had twisted around to where she was underneath Kayla eating her while I fucked her but still allowing her to eat crissy. As I fucked Kayla I could feel crissy licking Kayla’s pussy and my balls. She would pull my cock out ever so often to suck it clean then shove it back into Kayla. Before long Kayla sat up and was Cumming all over my cock and into crissy’s mouth. I could feel her wetness dripping from past my cock and into crissy’s mouth which crissy loved. kayla then decided she wanted to change things up.She laid me on my back and then sat on my face and told crissy to sit on my cock. I was enjoying the taste of her sweet pussy I could feel crissy beginning to have her orgasm and this was enough to allow us to have our orgasms at the same time. I grabbed kayla’s ass and pressed it against my face as I felt crissy’s pussy swell around my cock and I filled her pussy with my entire load. as crissy leaned back and allowed my cock to come out you could see the cum running out of her pussy and Kayla then bent down and licked my cock and crissy;s pussy clean. We all kind of laid there and enjoyed the next hour just laughing and chatting about what an awesome night it was. We had a couple more nights like this later on but that’s another story………………….

My first story: Mom Takes Five

Mom Takes Five

I find that being 21 years old and living with your single mom can be sexually tense sometimes. Particularly when your mom looks like mine and is still very sexually active. My mom Jackie is 45 years old. She’s about 6’1” built a little thicker than others. She has large breasts and a nice bubble butt that would make any man drool. She’s got dark black hair down to her shoulders and a beautiful Irish face. You wouldn’t know she was 45 from looking at her. Now, I’ve heard my mom in her room getting down and dirty with her fuck buddy Tony fairly regularly but never had a chance to see it. That is until two days ago…

I was working the long 12-9 shift at my job when my boss realized she scheduled too many people. Seeing as how I didn’t desperately need the hours and the fact that I had been there longer than the other kid, I decided to take my leave around 5 or so. I got out of work and called my mom. I told her that I’d be getting some dinner and watching the baseball game at my friend’s house for a while. She told me she loved me and to be safe as usual. After I got a quick bite I realized that the team had an off day and thus there was no game. So I decided to call it a night early and headed home.

When I got home I saw Tony’s car parked there and figured they’d be going at it pretty good by now. I entered the house very stealthily and headed for my room. That’s when I heard them going at it but this time it was rather loud. I went to go listen to what was happening when I realized the door was very slightly cracked, exposing my mother in all her glory, doing what she does very well: fuck.

My mom was bent over on all fours on the bed, getting pounded by Tony from behind. She was moaning very loudly, and with good reason. His cock must have been at least 9 inches, possibly more. He was absolutely massive. I didn’t have that good of an angle but judging by the way he was occasionally spitting on his cock, I would say too that she was taking it up that ass of hers. He continued to plow in to her and deep. With each thrust she became louder and seemed to enjoy it very much. That’s when Tony’s phone rang. He answered which I thought was strange. All he said was, “The front should be open.” and hung up the phone. That’s when I heard the front door open and 3 strange men entered the house.

Instead of confronting these men I decided to see what they were doing here. Clearly they were here because of Tony but I had no idea why. That’s when I overheard them talking in the kitchen. I left behind the hot ass pounding my mom was getting to see what was happening. That’s when I saw them putting ski masks on and talking.

“Do you think she’s as good as he says?” said one of the men to another.
“He tells me she’s a freak,” said the second man. “And he tells me she’s a hell of a cocksucker too.”
“You think she swallows?” said the third man to the second.
“Yeah, he told me she does. And get this, she’s got like no gag reflex. I’m gonna pound this slut’s throat like its my job.” the second man says excitedly as he hands the other two guys ski masks.
“Tony said there was one more who was supposed to show up.” said the first guy holding up an extra ski mask.

I was in a bit of a shock at what I heard. These strange men were clearly talking about my mom. At first I was very uncomfortable but became very aroused that my mom could entice such excitement in strangers. At that point I was in the living room listening to them dirty talk about my mother who was getting pounded like nobody’s business upstairs. That’s when the second man said, “Ah forget it guys,” referring to the man who had yet to show up. “Lets go get our cocks wet,” he said hungrily. That’s when the men entered the living room and saw me there. They looked at me for a few, all with ski masks on. They looked at each other for a second and one of them tossed me the extra ski mask. “Shit it’s about time you got here! What took you so long?” one of them said to me.

I had no idea what to do. They clearly didn’t know each other before this instance so they had no idea that I was this woman’s son and not the last man in question. But looking down at the ski mask and thinking about my mom’s slippery, slimy throat on my cock I quickly responded, “I got tied up for a few after work.” I then asked what the ski mask was for.

“Well Tony told me that this chick loves the idea of being robbed and as the muggers come into her room she begs them not to take anything and says she’ll do anything to get us to leave. That’s when we stick it to her. Are you in?”

Was I in? Here was a chance at what sounded like the thrill of a lifetime. And it’s not like my mom will know it was me. What the hell, I was in.

We went upstairs and watched for a bit as my mom and Tony went at it. Now my mom was riding on top of him. One of the men counted to three and we all walked in. My mom looked surprised but very turned on at the same time. She went through the whole bit about doing anything to get us to leave her alone. That’s when she came over to me and started rubbing my cock through my pants. The guys muttered to each other as they watched her rub me and peeked back at them saying “I’ll be a good girl for you guys.”

Before we knew it we all had our cocks out and were standing in a circle around my mother who was now on her knees and stroking two at a time and looking up at us. She slowly stroked me and another guy while she put her lips on one of the other cocks and started sucking. As she got more into it she took his cock deeper down her throat. Not balls deep but deep enough to be impressed. She began getting sloppy and drooling all over herself as she alternated cocks and began to suck another guy. At this point Tony was watching and stroking his cock in the corner, loving every minute.

We were all pretty good sized. I was the second biggest next to Tony at almost 8 inches. All the other guys weren’t far behind. Mom looked up at us and smiled. She drooled all over herself, lubed up her tits, hopped up on the bed and looked at us. She reached out and grabbed my cock and pulled me toward her. She said, “I want this one first.” Without saying a word I got up on the bed, bent my mom’s legs up to her head and folded her backwards as my cock began to enter her tight, wet pussy which made a squishing sound as I thrust into her. She bucked on my cock like an animal, just loving every thrust more than the last. After fucking her tight wet cunt for 10 minutes or so while the others watched she looked over and said, “Don’t be shy boys. Hop on.”

One guy laid on the bed as my mom started to lower her sweet dripping pussy onto his cock. Another got behind her as she was riding and slowly slid his cock into her already primed ass. I watched as my mom was double penetrated. She looked at me and said “I wanna be airtight.” and gestured for me to come closer. I got close to the edge of the bed and she bent down and started sucking me off, moaning on my cock. My mom was plugged up taking cocks in all 3 holes like a champ. The fourth guy just watched and dirty talked in my mom’s ear, driving her wild. He called her his good little slut and promised her a mouthful of cum. After 10 minutes or so, we all got off her and she laid on her back. Panting she asked for the other cock, and the man who was just dirty talking to her pumped her pussy like crazy. Her head was hanging off the side of the bed and me and the other fellas took turns pumping her throat and testing to see if she had a gag reflex. If she did, I wouldn’t have known about it. Each of our cocks slid smoothly down her slippery throat and she took each one like a champ, sucking hard as we pulled out and opening wide as we thrust in. The man pumping her snatch was ready first. He pulled out and stroked his cock right into my mom’s mouth. She practically begged for his cum and took every drop and sucked him dry. Without swallowing she took the next guy in her mouth as he pumped her throat and filled my mom’s face with his seed. As he pumped jizz into her mouth little drops oozed out of the sides. Again, she sucked every last drop of cum out of his cock and cleaned it. She grabbed the next guy’s cock and pulled it to her and vigorously sucked the head and pumped the shaft. He shot a third load into my mom’s face as she took every drop, moaning all the while. Tony, who had remained quiet during the whole ordeal jumped in and gave her his fat load. He stroked off in her mouth as she massaged his balls. Now it was my turn. With a mouthful of sticky cum she took my cock all the way down her throat until I pumped all my seed right into my mother’s mouth. I could feel the warm cum and her tongue swish around my cock until every drop of cum was gone. I was completely spent. It was then that she gargled all of our cum and swallowed it down like it was nothing. It was then that she asked us to take off our masks…

The story of my first time(s)

My girlfriend and I were playing around in my bedroom and we started to talk about sex. We started to talk about masturbating and after a bit we both agreed we would do it together so we pulled our pants off and began to finger ourselves. I had shaved and removed all my hair a few days earlier but Sue was still natural and when she saw me she said she wanted to shave her hair off too. I got my scissors and my brothers shave cream and razor and we took all her hair off and I cleaned myself up too. I had a bit of stubble starting to show so she shaved that off for me after I had done hers. We both enjoyed feeling each others smooth skin and I slipped my finger into her and she enjoyed it and let me finger her to orgasm. It took me about 5 minutes and she had a great time – it was the first time anybody other than herself had touched her vagina. After she recovered she asked me if she could do it to me and I had no problem and gave myself to her and guided her in what I like and how to finger me and rub my clit. While we were doing it my phone rang and it was my boyfriend. He asked what I was doing and if he could come over. I didnt say I was naked getting finger fucked, I just said Sue is here and we are just mucking about. He asked if he could come over again and I said make it in about an hour. By then I was sure Sue and I would have enjoyed ourselves and I could look after his needs as the two of us had been fucking together for a few weeks. Sue asked me about him and I told her the two of us were fucking now and he was great. She wanted to know all about what it was like to be fucked and what my first time felt like. I said Mike wasn’t my first but I told her how I lost my virginity to three boys with two other girls – it was a gang bang really. Six of us were playing around at my friends place and kissing and the boys were feeling our tits through our tops. The boys all had hard-ons and we were teasing them about it and feeling them through their pants and saying we wanted to see them. One couple had been fucking for a couple of weeks and we started asking them all about what it was like. The guy said why don’t we show them how and they didn't hesitate and within a minute he and his girl were on the floor fucking and we could see them actually fucking each other. They were doing it together on the floor in front of the rest of us. We were all fascinated watching him fuck her and seeing how he was doing it. She was enjoying it as well as we watched and she thought it was cool having four kids watching her getting fucked. We were asking them all sorts of questions about how it felt and that sort of stuff. Then she said to us why don’t you two do it with them too. The boys then asked us if we would be in it. I wanted to, but I was a bit apprehensive and I asked the other girl if she was going to. We both said I will if you do. Within a couple of minutes it was decided, and a couple of minutes later the four of us were undressed. We had more or less paired off by then anyhow so we knew who we were going to do it with.When we were all undressed I was fascinated with the cock on the guy I was with. I had never seen a penis that close up, and it was hard and really stiff sticking out in front of him with his balls hanging down under it. I put my hand on it and touched it. It was the first time I had actually touched one and been that close. It was an amazing sensation and he was enjoying me doing it and telling me how to stroke it. As I looked at it I thought it wasn’t too big and would go into me and not hurt. We kissed a couple of times and as I kissed him I could feel his cock between us and I whispered in his ear I want you to fuck me with that beautiful cock. He said I want YOU more than anything too - lets do it. We got down on the floor not far from the first couple who were still fucking and having a good time it seemed. I got ready and watched him as he got on top of me. I cant remember what I was thinking or feeling I just knew we were going to do it and I was excited and not scarred. The other two were still pashing and as we got down ready to fuck they watched us. She said how do you feel to me. I said I cant wait I am so excited. I pulled my legs back and looked down to my cunt and I saw him kneeling between my legs holding his cock ready to guide it into my cunt. He put it just at the opening and I could not see the top of it as my hair covered it. Then he looked at me and said are you ready. I said I cant wait – do it. I could see his hard cock head disappear into my hair and felt it push its way into my cunt opening. He pushed it straight in and he started to fuck me straight away. Neither of us had any idea of what to expect as we were both 13 and the boys were 14. All I knew about fucking was a few girls talking about it at school and seeing the other two actually doing it. Before I realised what was happening he had poked his cock into my cunt as far as he could go. I realised then it was really hurting. I had felt a stab of pain as he pushed his cock into me. Everything had happened so fast and I had cried out with the pain and told him to take it out. It was like he had shoved a hot poker up my cunt – It was really burning and painful. By then the other couple were doing it and she had the same experience as me, she was even crying it had hurt her so much. Jane the girl who was already doing it stopped and said what we were feeling was normal the first time and in a couple of minutes we wouldn’t feel a thing apart from being fucked. I was bleeding a little bit and he had taken his cock out of me. Jane and her guy stopped and she came over to us and reassured the pair of us that what happened always happens the first time and we would be fine now. The boys had pulled out of us and we could see the blood around our cunts and on their cocks. Tony – Janes guy looked at my cunt and said don’t worry the bleeding has stopped and it will be fine to keep going. You only bleed a little bit. Both Tony and Jane said the first time they did it it was the same and now it just felt great. They assured us we would enjoy it from now on and we said ok and we all started to fuck again. Jane was right it didn't hurt any more and after about 5 minutes of fucking I had relaxed and was enjoying being fucked and now the six of us were really into fucking and talking and joking about it and what it was feeling like. The boys had settled down and were now getting the rhythm right and not coming out of us as often – once they worked out how hard and fast and how far to pull back without pulling their cocks out of us - we were really enjoying ourselves. It was great fun. The six of us were now all fucking together. Jane and Tony got back together and were now really into serious fucking and he started to grunt a bit and sang out he was going to cum, – Jane said pull it out – pull it out - don’t cum inside me. He did what she said and then wanked himself off and he came all over her body, it looked unreal – I had never seen a guy cum before and watching his semen spurt out of his cock and all over her was awesome. It was all over her cunt and tummy. I said to my guy who was now really enjoying himself fucking me – I want you to do the same. I don’t want to get pregnant. He said ok and after another minute I started to cum while he fucked me – it was the most amazing sensation I had ever experienced and I bucked and bounced about as my cunt gave me one of the best orgasms I had ever had so far. I came with his cock still fucking me. My girlfriend also came not long after me and as she did so did her guy and he came inside her. She got a bit upset that he had done it inside her. My guy was the last to finish and he went for another couple of minutes. The others were now watching us. I was working my cunt for him and it didn't take long for him to cum too, and right at the last moment he pulled it out and he started to cum over me without having to pump himself – it just blew out of his cock and I watched as it spurted out down onto my hair and tummy and over my legs. I can remember it felt warm I hadn’t realised that. We all stopped then and we had to clean the cum of us so the three of us girls went to the bathroom to wash their cum off us – I had a good look at his cum on me as I had never seen cum before. Sally the one who had been cum in was a bit worried about him cumming in her and she might get pregnant. Jane asked her a lot of questions about her periods and said she might be ok, you can only get pregnant on certain days of your period cycle. I listened with interest and she told us to look it up on the web and we should get condoms and use them in future. The boys often don’t get their cocks out of you in time. Afterwards we all sat around with the guys and then Tony suggested we swap boys and do it again. We were all nude still but nobody was embarrassed – the boys cocks had gone down and were all soft. After a bit of discussion all three of us girls said OK and we got down and did it with another of the boys. This time we were all talking to each other and trying to decide if it felt better or the same with the other guy. They all had about the same size cocks so we sort of worked out it was a bit different because they had different ways of doing it but it was still good. Tony then said before anybody cums we should swap again and that way all of us would know what it was like fucking different girls. All the girls said ok and didn't hesitate and then the boys all swapped girls and we were all having sex with the third boy. In my case it was Janes guy Tony, he had probably the biggest cock of the three of them but it was not too big to fit in me. Not long after he started to fuck me I came with him as well. He thought I was fantastic as I bucked and squirmed as I came with the pleasure of him rubbing his cock in me and over my clit. I was enjoying him fucking me and hadn’t realised he and I were going to be the last to finish. The other guys had cum like before and squirted over their girl. I was having so much fun and it was really beginning to feel fantastic with Tony. He asked me to turn over and get up on my arms and knees. I didn't hesitate and I must have looked funny like that. He had to push his cock into my cunt from behind and fuck me like that. He called it Doggy. Then when he went back inside me and fucked me like that it felt fantastic, and after a few minutes he was ready to cum as well – this time I was really enjoying being fucked and I felt really great, I didn't want it to finish. Before he had cum I said - do it in me – cum inside me - don’t pull out – I want it inside me. I don’t know why but I really wanted to feel him cum inside me. He didn't hesitate and he filled my cunt with his juicy cock full of cum. Each time he pumped another load of cum into me he groaned with delight and not only did it feel good he sounded like he was really enjoying cumming in me too. Even after he had stopped cumming he kept pumping his cock into me while it was still fairly firm, the both of us were having a ball. It felt even better with his cum in me as he still kept fucking me until his cock slipped out all soft. I sat up and he was standing in front of me with his cock covered in his cum and my cunt juices right in front of my face. I could have eaten it but I had yet to learn sucking a guys cock is another pleasure for both him and me. As he stood there a long string of cum dripped off it and I was completely fascinated with what I was seeing. I had never enjoyed anything so much in my life before. Jane said to me he is good isn’t he – I cant get enough of him. I said he is perfect. Now I know what it is like to be really fucked I want to practice more and more. I may have to ask him for lessons. She laughed and said not without me knowing – he is the best fuck I have had. While I was talking to Jane the others all went to wash themselves. She and I followed after a few minutes and as we cleaned ourselves up the two of us talked about her and Tony and she told me how often they fuck and how many positions they have tried it in. I was fascinated. When Jane and I got back they all wanted to talk about me wanting Tony to cum inside me. They were all asking me questions – why did you do it – what happens if you get pregnant and stuff like that. If you get pregnant it will be Tony’s baby – what about Sue. I said I had listened to Jane when she was telling Jan about it and as my last period had finished only two day earlier I thought I might be safe. As it turned out I was – but I must admit I was a bit worried laying in bed at night fingering myself wondering what would happen if my period didn't come, and how long I would have to wait to see if I were pregnant. It was all over school I had let Jane’s Tony fuck me and cum inside me. The other girls were all asking me how I feel and stuff. It was all over the school in days what the three of us had done and a lot told me I would be pregnant. Fortunately my period arrived on time and I made a great fuss about it telling all the girls who told me I was pregnant that I wasn’t. Some I am sure were disappointed I wasn’t. For those few days I was pretty popular as most of them thought you automatically got pregnant if he came inside you. Then they all wanted to know about safe days and stuff. I had looked up the web and there is a lot there so I could tell them some things, but I always said it was still dangerous. From then on I had let my guy fuck me as often as he wanted to. I even asked him to fuck me a few times as well that month. We always used a condom and he didn't hesitate – he said he enjoyed the two of us fucking so much he was more than happy to use one – we used a whole pack of 12 that first month and even used a few twice if we did it two or three times that day. The two of us fucked each other eight times on one day – we were both so horny we just couldn’t stop doing it. We used only two condoms that day and washed them out each time he came in one. I have never enjoyed anything so much in my life as fucking and playing together in the nude. We never had clothes on all day and we just did it any time we felt like it. Even after fucking me eight times he still had cum in him and spurted every time. We did it in so many different positions and had huge fun trying different ways of fucking each other. I like it when I was on top of him too. Just as I was finishing telling her my story – Kenny arrived. He is my current boy and he was a bit pissed off when he saw my friend there. He believed he was coming over for sex with me. I explained what I had in mind for him. He wasn’t disappointed and when he left he left with a smile. If you want to hear that story leave me a comment.

Cat

I was 17. I had known Cat for about two years, first as a casual
aquaintance, then as my girlfriend's best friend. Few guys could look
at her without feeling lust - she had the nicest set of tits I had ever
seen: Big, full, and firm, with that sort of perfect roundness we all
dream about. She had a lovely oval face and flouncy brown hair, and
her tight ass was a perfect accompaniment to those fantastic breasts.
Many a night I had lain in bed thinking about her - stroking my cock
and dreaming about those tits.

In fact, I must admit, even while fucking my girlfriend or watching her
suck my cock, I would often fantasize that this was Cat's mouth, Cat's
pussy, and imagine what her beautiful tits would look like wedged
between my thighs as she sucked me, or bouncing as I fucked her. Not
to say that my girlfriend was lacking in any way. Alice was a
beautiful, small japanese girl, with a particularly charming little
face and a mouth that loved to suck. No one looking at her demure
expression and perfect posture could guess that this little chick was a
sexual dynamo - she simply adored cock, and would suck and fuck me any
time we had a spare moment alone. For a 17 year-old boy who'd had
almost no sexual experience before, this was a dream come true.
Alice's body was perfect - like a sculpture or a painting - and to
watch her moving over me while she speared herself on my hard cock was
almost more than I could stand.

Nevertheless, I could not help but think about Cat now and again.
Where Alice was small, olive skinned, and perfect, Cat was like a
playboy centerfold. Her big, firm breasts, slim waist, and tight round
ass could not escape my attention, no matter how wonderful it was to
fuck Alice. That they were friends, that I could not bear to lose my
little japanese lover, that Cat had shown only a casual interest in me
as a friend, these things did not deter my lust. "Fantasy is
harmless," I thought, "so why not enjoy it? Nothing will ever come of
it."

It was a New Year's eve party, held at a mutual friend's parent's
house, and Alice was visiting her relatives in Oakland. We'd had a few
hot words about it, since she had an old boyfriend or two up there and
I was a typical paranoid 17 year old. Even though I knew I was wrong,
I kept seeing her in my mind's eye, spread out on a bed for some
muscular matrial artist. I was not in the best mood.

Neither was Cat. She arrived at the party late, and was dressed in a
suprisingly frumpy dress. Cat was always proud of her body, especially
her chest, and was known to wear tight-fitting T shirts and short
skirts at virutally every opportunity. That night she was wearing
some shapeless grey dress that hid every curve. I could tell she'd
been crying by the redness in her eyes and the fact that herr nose was
running slightly - not an alluring sight by any means. She was sitting
on the staircase alone, which was unusual in itself since Cat was
almost always surrounded by guys who were trying to look down her
shirt; but that night she was giving off such un-sexual vibes that
everyone seemed to be staying clear. As though without her sexiness
there was no reason to go near her. I felt real pity for her, since
there was obviously something serious bothering her. I sat next to her
on the carpeted stairs and asked what was wrong.

Before I knew it she was holding onto my knee and sobbing. Apparantly
her boyfriend of 6 months had just given her the gate - she had refused
to go farther than oral sex with him, and he had run out of patience
with her. Even though I felt sorry for her - I imagined how I would
feel if Alice left me - I still felt my cock stir at the feeling of her
breast against my leg. Her tears had started people looking in our
direction and Cat was embarrased, so we went into the back yard to sit
by a hedge and talk.

She poured her heart out to me for two solid hours, and I found myself
ashamed that I had been aroused at her touch. She had loved the jerk,
or though she had, but had just not felt ready to go all the way with
him. He was a typical jock stud, and she was too young to see how
little he really cared about her I tried to make her understand how
guys like that operate; I told her about the way some guys talked about
girls in the locker room, about the jokes they made about well-endowed
girls, but she just seemed to get sadder and sadder. To top it all
off, he had abandonned her at the front door to this party after they
had argued all the way there.

I offered her a ride home. The party was really going by then and we
were finding it hard to hear each other. On the way home I tried to
think of things to say that might make her feel better. I told her
that I had always thought she'd sold herself short by going with that
particular guy, and I knew of plenty of guys at school who were
interested in her, and so forth, but nothing seemed to help.

"Yes, I know," she said, "but I'm used to that. When you have a good
body there are always plenty of guys hanging around. That doen't mean
anything to me."

"Well, do you respect my opinion of people?" I asked.

"Sure - of course. You're one of the best people I know."

"Well then, if it makes a difference, let me say that if it weren't for
Alice, I'd have asked you out a long time ago." I saw the surpise in
her eyes, and thankfully there was pleasure there too. "I've always
liked you, Cat. You're honest and fun to be with - I'd want to be your
friend whatever you looked like."

I'm sure guys had told her before that they liked her for her, always
trying to get in her panties, of course. But I meant what I said and
she could tell. A silent moment passed, and she began to cry again. I
started to apologize, but she held up a hand to stop me.

"No, no - that was very sweet of you. I've always sort of hoped...
Well I don't know. Let's just say that that's nice to hear, that you
like me..." She was obviously flustered.

When we got to her house I could see that the lights were all out and
the cars all gone except hers. Her folks and her sister were obviously
not home. I walked her to the door, waited for her to unlock and open
it, then was about to leave when she asked me if I wanted a cup of
coffee or a cold drink. I accepted, but at that point I felt sure her
offer was innocent.

We sat in the living room on a big, comfortable sofa, drinking coffee,
listening to the radio and talking. She seemed to have cheered up
considerably. She added bourbon to our second round of coffee, saying
that she really "felt irish" that night, laughing as she said it. I
laughed too, but I did not understand the reference. I was starting to
get a little nervous, since I noticed that when she returned with the
coffees she had also unbuttoned the top three buttons on her dress, and
the rounded tops of her breasts were cresting nicely. I could even
make out the lacy trim of her bra.

My cock was getting uncomfortably hard, and I caught her looking at it
more than once while she poured a little more bourbon in each of our
cups.

"I can't tell you how much better you've made me feel," she said, her
voice just slightly sloshy from the booze. She leaned back on the sofa
and sighed. "To be honest, it's nice to have the pressure off - to not
have `him' begging to fuck me every five minutes." In leaning back she
allowed her dress to rise high on her thighs, and I could see the sky-
blue material of her panties.

I think I gasped a little, from the view and because I'd never heard
Cat talk that way before, and she smiled at my reaction. "Oh come now,
Steve," she said, "Alice has told me all about what you two get up to.
No reason we can't talk about sex - we're friends, aren't we?"

I had to swallow hard - this was the object of every wet dream I'd had
over the past year, getting drunk, showing me her tits, and wanting to
talk about sex. I don't know how I managed to do it, but I set down my
drink and said "Well, I don't think Alice'd be too thrilled if she
walked in on us right now, do you?"

Cat was quiet for a at least a full minute, then she leaned forward
(drawing my eyes to those glorious mounds that were inches from
spilling forth) and said "She's in Oakland, Steve. My family is in
L.A. No one's going to walk in on us." She had a serious look on her
face now, and her eyes welled up. "I need you. I really need you. I
know it's a lot to ask."

That was the straw. I might have been able to resist a simple
seduction, but this was too much. She was begging me. I leaned
forward and kissed her as gently as I could. I felt her tongue brush
my lips, and when I probed with mine her lips parted and she took my
tongue deep into her mouth. She pulled me back, slowly, until she was
lying on her back in the folds of the soft sofa and I was cradling her
in my arms.

Our first kiss lasted for at least five minutes, as our tongues and
lips probed and stroked and kissed. She took my right hand and placed
it against her left breast, and I felt the nipple swell in my palm.
Such a nipple it was, too - it felt like a small stone in my hand. She
began to suck my tongue like a cock, in and out, while she undid the
buttons on her dress, then unsnapped the front clasp on her bra. I
pushed the material away and looked down at the lovliest pair of
breasts I have ever seen, including those in mens magazines. They were
so round and firm and perfect. Her aeriolas were pink and large, and
the nipples stood out like buttons. I kissed down her neck, ran my
tongue over her collarbone, and took a nipple in my mouth, sucking it
lovingly. Her breathing became shallow and quick, and I could feel her
heart beating rapdily as I massaged one nipple while sucking the other,
then switched.

"Oh, God Steve. That's soooo nice. Um, do it. Ohhhhhhhh" - her words
were lost in a low moan, and I glanced up to see here eyelids flutter.
I let my left hand drift down between her legs, and she spread them for
me, drawing her knees up slightly. I rubbed her pussy through her
panties, and her breaths turned into little mewls of delight. My heart
was beating like a freight train. She was biting her lower lip and
churning her hips when I eased her panties aside and let my fingers
probe her pussy.

She was warm and wet, and her breathing deepened as I began stroking
her clit with my thumb while finger-fucking her slowly with my middle
finger. Her pussy was very snug, even around just one finger - Alice
had told me Cat was a virgin, and though I had found that hard to
believe, I had to admit that she was awfully tight. Her hips rocked
slowly and rhythmically, matching the strokes of my hand as I palmed
and probed her tight little cunt, and she put her hand behind my head
and pulled my mouth back onto her breast again. I sucked her nipples
for a few mintues, while her hips began to move gradually faster, then
she gasped slightly and pushed my head down toward her pussy.

"Please.... Oh, fuck.... mmmmmmmm, that's so good..... Ah, Steve.
Do you.... uhhhhh..... mind sucking pussy? Uhhhhhhhh.... I know some
guys.... don't like.... uuuuuuuhhhh..."

I kissed her navel and lifted my head - her eyes opened just a little
and I winked at her. She closed them again and smiled, then began
moaning and rolling her head back and forth. I removed my hand from
her pussy and took her panties off completely. She lifted her lips to
help, and I took the opportunity to kiss her pussy lightly. She bit
her lower lips again and giggled. That giggle turned into a moan as I
began to lick her pussy lips.

I am very, very good at giving head. Alice was a very communicative
lover, and over the year we'd been together I had learned just exactly
was turns a woman on. Cat's pussy was lovely - just a few wisps of
curly hair above the clit, and a totally hairless labia... exactly the
way I like them. Her pussy lips were parted slightly, and her
moistness was pooled slightly in the hole.

I took my time, alternately sucking her labia and flicking my tongue
over her clit while my index finger gently probed her pussy. When I
thought she was ready to come, I took her clit between my lips and
began sucking and licking it. Every few strokes I would plunge my
tongue into her pussy, then after a pause I'd begin licking her clit
again.

Three times she came close to coming, her body arching and her moans
reaching a peak, and three times I backed off, licking gently about her
labia and reaching up to stroke the sides and undersides of her tits.
Each time I backed off she moaned and laughed a little in
dissapointment - but she knew how good it would be when I took her all
the way.

"Do you want to come now, Cat?", I asked between licks.

"Ummmmmm, yes. Oh, yeah. I want to come, I really, ahhhhhhhhh, want
to come. What a good idea. Ahhhhhhhhhhh, do me..."

I aim to please. I began sucking her in earnest, with no turning back.
I gradually inserted a second finger into her pussy, and she gasped,
but her hips started snapping even more wildly. I felt a little twitch
in her hips and knees, and I knew it was time. I sucked her clit
deeply and she came.

Her knees thighs clamped over my ears as she wrapped her legs around my
head. Her hips snapped and bucked wildly, as though she was trying to
escape, but she held onto me with her legs. The sound she made was
high and sweet and came from the back of her throat. Sort of an Mmmmm
mmmmmmmmmmmmmm sound that turned into a throaty moan as her lips parted
into an O. I love to watch a woman's face at she comes. Such love,
such joy. Cat's face was completely rapturous as I sucked and licked
her pussy. I kept her coming for a full minute at least, then when she
began to come down I nibbled her clit lightly with my teeth until she
was coming again. Finally, after bringing her to climax three times in
this way, she stroked my hair with her hands, released her thigh-grip
on my heads and said "that's all I can take, lover. Ah, god, that was
the best, the best."

Her face was all smiles as she hugged me and kissed my face. She had
unbuttoned my shirt and I could feel those huge tits pressed against my
chest as she held me to her. After she caught her breath, she undid
the drawstring on my pants and slipped one hand in. She licked my ear
as she massaged my cock, and whispered "I am going to suck your cock
until you come in my mouth, baby. I'm going to give you the best
blowjob you've ever had. I'm going to lick it and suck it until you
give me your come. Then I'm going to suck you hard again and we'll
think of something else to do."

She got no argument from me. I only half dared hope that "something
else" meant she wanted me to fuck her. After all, she wouldn't let her
boyfriend do that, and she was a virgin. I decided that I'd just sit
back, enjoy the blowjob, and count my blessings.

She took her clothes off completely, then motioned for me to stand. My
shirt fell away, and she knelt before me, took off my shoes and socks,
and then pulled by pants and underwear off in one motion. I cannot
tell you how intense this was, watching this lovely, stacked girl on
her knees in front of me, naked, maintaining eye contact while she
removed my pants.

My cock was, of course, hard as a post, and it bopped her in the chin
as she pulled my briefs away. She stroked the insides of my thighs
with her fingernails and began kissing the head of my cock lightly,
lovingly, almost chastely. The way her soft hair framed her face, and
the look of total attention in her eyes as she kissed my penis and
rubbed my legs was almost enought to make me come right then, but I
mamanged to hold back. After a moment or two she began to stroke my
cock with one hand while she took just the head in her mouth and began
to run her tongue all around it - again so slowly, carefully, lovingly.
I could feel every contour of her tongue and lips as she licked,
nipped, sucked the head and glans. She stroked my balls lightly with
the fingernails of her right hand, while she held the shaft in her left
hand and stroked.

This was heaven, pure and simple. The concentration of pleasure was
intense and complete. Then the doorbell rang.

I paniced a little, but Cat reacted calmly, giving by cock a final
lick, then standing to kiss me with her arms around my neck. My cock
was poking her in the belly when she whispered in my ear "It's probably
him." She nipped my earlobe, then turned and walked to the front door,
which was only about 8 feet away.

A lot of things went through my mind. Getting the living shit kicked
out of me by the jock on the other side of the door was high on the
list, but the top item was certainly the interruption of the best
blowjob I'd ever had. Or heard of. My heart sunk, then rose when I
realized that though she was peering through the peephole, she was not
reaching for the doorknob. I could hear his muffled voice on the other
side of the door saying "Cat? You Home? C'mon, open the door, Cat..."

She came back to me, and stroked my cock a few times with her hand,
smiling a mischevious smile. She whispered "Let's go to my bedroom, so
we can get confortable. This is going to take a while." By "this" I
did not know if she meant the blowjob or her ex-boyfriend's persistent
knocking at the door. As if to answer my unspoken question, she
literally led me down the hall by my cock and said "you have such a
beautiful cock - I'm not going to be rushed." My cock had softened
slightly from the perceived danger, but the sight of her in the moonlit
hallway, tight little buns bouncing as she walked in front of me, her
hand gently squeezing my dick as we walked - well, I think I gained an
inch.

He room was dimly lit from a streetlight outside through a gauzy
curtain. "He might come to the window," she whispered, "but don't
worry. He's not sure I'm here and there's no way that asshole is
getting in here. Now, " she said, pushing me back onto her bed. "You
just lie back and let Cat suck your beautiful dick."

I did just that, of course. She even put a pillow behind my head,
leaning over my face to adjust it, and I gave her nipples another suck
for good measure. Then she spread my legs and laid down on her stomach
between them. It was just exactly as I had dreamed it - so much so,
that for a moment I wondered, with the eerie quality of the light and
the perfectness of the situation, if I might be dreaming. She kissed
my cock from the base to the tip, all along the underside, then swirled
her tongue over the head and took it into her mouth. All notions of
dreaming left my mind at the feeling of her mouth sliding down my cock
while her tongue slipped side to side all the way. Again, she went
slowly, applying just enough suction and pressure that I could feel
every tastebud on her tongue and every vein on my dick. She bobbed her
head slowly up and down, up and down, and on every downstroke I could
see her tight ass down there between my ankles, and on every upstroke I
could see her lovely breasts, pushed together, emphasiszing their
roundness. And on every stroke she sighed in pleasure.

After a dozen deep strokes or so, she lifted her mouth from my cock and
began to lick and kiss the underside again, her left hand stroking my
belly. Then she sucked each of my balls lightly and stroked the shaft
with her right hand. We made eye contact again as she lifted her head
to take me back into her mouth, and she blew me a little kiss. She
game the underside of my cock a wet, tonguey kiss, and her eyes
half-closed as she gave me the sexiest expression I've ever seen. Then
it was back to the deep strokes with side to side tongue movement on
the underside of my dick. Such a feeling cannot me described. It was
incredible.

She developed a rhythm. A dozen deep strokes, then lick and kiss the
shaft and my balls. Then more strokes, more licks. Each time she went
back to my cock she sucked a little stronger, and soon I could feel her
saliva dripping from my balls onto her bedsheets. On the sixth or
seventh time she looked up at me from my balls, I noticed her eyes
widen in suprise and she supressed a little laugh. I looked over my
shoulder and could make out the silhouette of her ex-boyfriend as her
cupped his hands around his face and tried to peer in through the
window. I could not tell if he could see anything through those gauzy
curtains, but she went back to deep-sucking me with renewed vigor, and
I thought I heard him say "oh, shit" right before he melted away into
the night. Maybe he was just angry that she was not home, but from the
tone in his voice I'd bet he could just make out the image of Cat
sucking on another man's cock.

What justice, I thought.

Cat lifted her mouth from my cock, licked her lips very sexily, and
said, "are you ready, Steve? Do you want to come in my mouth now?" She
smiled, and I was, in fact, pretty damn ready. "Uh huh" was all I
could say, and she smiled and drew herself to a kneeling position.
"Let's get serious, then," she said, and positioned by hands so I could
squeeze and stroke her tits while she sucked me. This was serious.
From the first stroke I could see what this new angle did for her. She
was now taking my entire cock, all the way, down into her throat. I
had neve been deep-throated before. Each stroke began with just her
lips on the head, about 1/8th of an inch of my cock in her mouth, then
she would plunge down, taking the whole thing into her mouth, over her
swirling tongue, into her throat. Her hands were on either side of my
hips, supporting her, and I stroked and squeezed and palmed her titties
while her head bobbed faster and faster.

This did not last long. I felt the orgasm begin at the base of my
spine, the rapidly build up through my balls and into the shaft. In
that moment, just before a man comes, when the pressure backs off just
a tad, I said "I'm coming" in a throaty whisper. Cat took my dick all
the way down her throat, and gave the underside a long, hard stroke
with her tongue while she sucked. And I came. She began to moan, then
was cut off by the raging stream of my come flooding her mouth. She
swallowed once, twice, then backed off and breathed in around the edged
of my cock. It was still pulsing, still sending come into her mouth,
and some of it spilled out. In a few moments my cock began to subside,
and she let it slide out of her mouth so she could lick up the come
that had dripped into my public hair and onto my balls.

She licked my dick clean, and semi-hard again, then kissed her way up
to my face and slid beside me. Her right hand was behind my head, her
left stroked my chest. I was just this side of unconscious, but I was
conpletely aware of her touch, her breasts crushed against my side, and
the fact that my dick was already starting to harden again.

Her face was pressed to my ear, her tongue gently probing. I could her
her breath quicken as she began to play with my cock, using her right
hand. Jacking the shaft slowly, she lifted her head and watched my
cock grow gradually to its full length. I was gently stroking her
pussy hair with the fingertips of my right hand while squeezing her
tight little buns with my left. We seemed to lie that way for a long
time, her eyes wide and nervous as she stroked my now rigid cock. I
could tell she was trying to come to a decision, but by then my fingers
were stroking her clit and her breath was coming in short little gasps
every time I flicked her little button.

"I've never gone all the way," she said finally, turning her face to
me, her eyes searching mine. "I'm a little scared, but I want to. I
you to fuck me. You've got me so hot... I..."

She closed her eyes and buried her face in my chest, redoubling her
efforts on my cock and humping against my probing hand. I gently
pushed her over on her back and knelt between her legs. She spread
them wide for me, exposing her pink pussy lips, and she looked so
small. I was eagerly anticipating how tight she was going to be, but I
also noticed that she'd closed her eyes and was biting her bottom lip.

"Don't be afraid, Cat," I said, "we're going to go very slow. I won't
hurt you. I promise."

She looked up at me with a look that said "I believe you - I trust you"
and she nodded her head slightly. Her pussy was extremely wet, and my
cock was the hardest it had ever been. I gently eased just the head
inside, then pulled it out and rubbed her juices over her perfect
little labia, stroking her clit with the tip of my cock. Again I eased
the head in, moved it around a little, then pulled it out and stroked
her clit. Her eyes had closed again, and her lower lip was between her
teeth, but this time the look was lust, not fear. I placed the head
inside her again, and she lifted her ass from the bed, forcing my cock
a little deeper. I put my hand gently but firmly on her tummy and
pushed her back down. She smiled and moaned a little in faint protest,
then gasped a little and coooed when I pushed my cock halfway in. She
as so tight, so warm. I almost came immediately, but held back and
waited for the pressure to subside. Since I'd already come once in her
mouth I was able to stop myself - I'm sure I would not have otherwise.

I half-fucked her for about a dozen strokes, holding her down with my
hand on her tummy, then pulled out again and rubbed her lips and clit.
He body was shaking and I knew she was close to coming. "OK Cat," I
said, "I think you're ready," and I began to ease my cock into her
fully. I put it halfway in again and began long, slow strokes, each
imperceptably deeper than the one before it. All the while I was
stroking her clit with my thumb, using tight circles and firm pressure.
I felt the muscles of her thighs tense, her back begin to arch, and a
high soft whimper emerging from her throat. She began to come, and as
I felt her warm, sweet fluid engulf my cock, I drove it all the way
into her.

I felt her hymen break, but the intensity of her orgasm overcame the
pain and she began to buck her hips and lift her ass to meet my
strokes. Her pussy felt insanely tight, and it was like the first time
again for me, as though I'd never felt a pussy wrapped around my cock
before. Her orgasm peaked and she gasped "Oh goooooood, so goooooood"
as her pussy clamped my cock and she held her ass quivvering in the
air.

Her orgasm began to subside, so I intensified my stroked and leaned
down to suck on her erect nipples. She came again, this time hissing
through her teeth and pressing my head to her breast. I felt that I
was about to come and said "I'm going to come - I'd better pull out."
She pulled my cock deep into her and held me there with her legs
wrapped around my back. She reached back with her hand and turned us
over, so that she was on top of me, her soft hair hanging down over her
tits. She lifted herself until my cock was almost completely out of
her pussy, then slowly slid back down. Her hand was grasping the base
of my shaft as she did this again and again. Her eyes were closed and
she had a look of complete concentration on her face. The feeling was
incredible, but I knew it would not last long. The come began to boil
up from my balls, and she must have felt it moving up with her thumb
because she pulled my cock out, and slid down to take my load in her
mouth again.

I came in five long spurts, my vision becoming sparkly from the
intensity of the orgasm. I let out a long deep moan and she answered
it with one of her own, the vibrations in her throat feeling so
fantastic. We lay that way for a few moments, my cock shrinking in her
mouth, her hands stroking my legs, her tears falling lightly on my
thighs. Finally she moved up to my face and we hugged each other
tightly for what must have been an hour. Finally she said "That was
just the way I always hoped it would be. I'm never going to forget
this. God, that was so beautiful."

I called my folks later and told her I was staying with a friend. I
slept with Cat all that night, a deep, peaceful sleep. I think we'd
both reached a state of calmness that had eluded us for a long time. We
made love again in the morning, then took a shower together. I made
breakfast for us and she gave me another blow job: "Since I finished my
breakfast first and have nothing to do with my mouth," she giggled.

All in all we fucked six times that weekend - and we sucked each other
off countless times. I have never come so much in a two day period
before or since. When we parted we both knew it was over. Alice was
coming back, and Cat and I were not in love. But it was a time that
neither of us will ever forget, and I made a friend that I have never
lost, even to this day - long after Alice and I have parted ways. More
than once, at a gathering of friends or a picnic, we've snuck off
somewhere to enjoy a quick fuck or to suck each other off. It's been
over ten years, but its nice to know we're still horny kids at heart.

Beth and Len

Beth and Len are thirteen year old twins whom I was
asked to babysit for, during the Labor Day weekend, from Friday
till Monday eve. On Friday morning their mother, Debbie, dropped
them off. She told them to behave and reminded them that if they
didn't that I had her full permission to discipline them as
needed. They settled in and were busy playing and watching the
television shortly after Debbie left.

That afternoon I was working in the garden out back and
the children were running in and out, and doing the things all
eleven year olds do. I guess it was thirty or forty minutes
before I missed them asking me another question, that it dawned
on me that they were awfully quiet. I went into the house to see
what they were up to. They weren't in the den watching TV
although it was on. I walked down the hall to their room and was
stunned by what I saw.

Beth was sitting at my dressing table, and was playing
with my make-up. It was all over the place, except where it
should be. And Len. Well, he had a pair of my best four inch
heels on wading around the room, and he had gotten my newest
silk camisole out and had it on over his clothes. I hadn't even
wore the cami yet. I was really angry.

I stormed into the room and asked them what they thought
they were doing invading my privacy. Both of the kids just about
jumped out of their skins. I picked Beth up and stood her beside
me. I told Len to take off my cami and shoes. When he did I took
him and Beth by the hand and led them to the bathroom and washed
Beth's face off. I then took both of them to the den. I was not
talking because I was so upset.

I sat them both down on the couch and began to scold
them about using other folks stuff without asking first. I told
them that it was wrong and just like stealing. I told them that
they would both be given a spanking this evening and that for
the rest of the day they would have to sit on the couch, and no
TV. Beth and Len began to whimper. I told them it would do no
good and that I intended to give both of them a good bare bottom
warming. I ask them if Debbie ever spanked them like that and
they both nodded yes. I ask with what and Len said her hand at
the same time Beth said a hairbrush. I told them that they would
get both from me.


I called them to supper. By then I had cooled down
considerably. I picked up my lecturing to them during the meal.
I asked them questions about how Debbie disciplined them and
found out that she spanked them infront of each other before
sending them to bath and bed. I told them that I felt that
punishment should be thorough, very warming to the bottom, and
that they shouldn't be embarassed about seeing each other's
spanking. All through the meal they were fidgity. When we had
finished I told them to do the dishes and then come into my
bedroom for their spankings.

About forty-five minutes later Beth and Len walked into
my room, heads hung low. I asked if they were ready and
understood why they were going to be spanked. Both said they
were sorry for using my stuff and that they would not do it
again. I said that was good and asked if one wanted to be first.
Neither moved. I said right, then, Beth come here. Beth started
to sniffle and tears welled up in her eyes. I told her to come
on and get it over with or I would have to get a belt to use on
her. She slowly walked over to me. I took hold of her shorts and
pulled them down along with her panties to her ankles. I took
her and lifted her up over my lap. Holding her with one hand in
the small of her back I laid my other hand on her small round
bottom.

She started to cry lightly before I even lifted my hand
to give her the first spank. I landed my hand in the middle of
her upturned cheeks. And continued to deliver medium spanks all
over her bare bottom. Her legs were flailing and she was crying
about how much it hurt. I laid on thirty hand spanks to the
cheeks and then started to warm her bare thighs as well. Beth
really cut loose when I started on them. I took my time and
landed spanks on her inner thighs.

When I had given her about fifteen on each thigh I
stopped. Beth was just balling and sobbing furiously. I noticed
that Len was staring directly between Beth's legs right at her
little peach fuzz covered slit. I followed his eyes to it and
saw that she was glistening damp. Beth was sobbing and her legs
were still swinging immodestly. Picking up the hairbrush I told
her that she had a few more spanks to get because I wanted to
make sure her bottom was good and warm. I then started to lay on
the hairbrush. Not very hard, but it did crack with each swat. I
gave her ten spanks on her bottom with the brush. Beth was
crying buckets when I finished. I let her lay across my lap and
settle down and rubbed her now quite red backside, and thighs. I
couldn't help noticing that she was rather damp around her
virginal lips.

When she had regained herself I stood her up and told
her that I hoped she had learned her lesson. She said she had. I
told her she could watch Len get his spanking now. I told Len to
come over to me. He just stood there and would not move. I told
him that I was going to get the belt and use it on his legs if
he didn't get over my lap. He begged me not to lower his pants.
I said that he had to get a bare bottom spanking just like Beth
did. He pleaded, and slowly shuffled over to me.

I undid his snap and slid down the zipper and noticed
that his peepee was stiff. I told him that it was nothing to be
upset about having a stiff peepee. Then I saw whey he didn't
want to take down his pants. Len was wearing a pair of my
panties!

I yanked his jeans down to his ankles and pulled him
across my lap. I started to scold him for not telling me earlier
about this. I then took hold of the panties and pulled them very
tightly up on him so they pulled into the crack of his little
butt. His up turned bottom was completely uncovered and the
panties were pulled tightly up in front and back. I could feel
his stiff organ against my leg. I told him that because he
didn't tell me about this earlier that I would have to give him
his spanking completely with the hairbrush. He began to sob and
I started to spank his bum with the hairbrush.

I worked it from cheek to cheek from top to bottom. His
little round ass was turning a nice pink color after about
twenty-five smacks. I let the hair brush drift down onto his
thighs and continued the spanking. Len was screaming about how
much it hurt and that he was sorry. I finished up by giving him
five really sharp spanks in the center of this bottom. Len was
rocking back and forth on my lap and crying. I put down the
brush and rubbed his hot backside until he was just sobbing
lightly.

I stood him up and discoved that his peepee was still
stiff and that there was a round wet stain on my panties. I told
them to go get their pj's and to take a bath and get into bed
immediately. I sat in the room for a few minutes and then heard
the water running in the bathroom. I got up to go into the
kitchen and as I passed the bath I listened to the kids.

Beth told Len that I didn't spank as hard as Debbie did.
Len agreed. I thought you little brats, we'll see about that.
Then Beth said to Len that she saw that he got a cummy out of
his spanking but that she didn't. I was shocked. She said that
she was just getting close when I quit spanking her. Len asked
to feel her bottom and Beth said ok.

Just then I had one of those uncontrollable sneezes.
then the water went off and their was silence in the bath. I
went on to the kitchen ahgast at what I had heard. I knew about
adults getting turned on by spankings but these two were young
things. I thought well I'll just have help them along if I
could.

The kids came into the kitchen in a few minutes to say
goodnight and give me a hug. They said they were sorry for not
asking to use my stuff. I said I accepted and that I expected
good kids or they would get more of the same from me. I gave
both of them a soft swat on the bum and they went off to bed.

I did the same shortly and laid in bed and thought about
Len and Beth, and began to masturbate. I had given myself three
nice orgasms before I finally drifted off to sleep.

At breakfast I told Len that I was missing a pair of
lace bikini's and that if he was wearing them that he was going
to get a severe spanking. Len blushed a deep crimson and started
to stutter out an apology.

I stopped him and asked Beth if she knew about this. She
said she did, but that she didn't want to tell on her brother. I
told them that I was not surprised by this at all. I told them
that I had heard their conversation in the bath last evening.
Both gulped and blushed. I told them that I understood, and
asked if their mother knew about this at all? They said no. I
asked if they enjoyed the 'feeling' they got from being spanked.
Both readily replied that they did. I asked if they would like
to spend the weekend exploring all those feelings and they
smiled and said yes please. I said ok, and told them to come to
the bedroom when they had finished with their breakfast.

I was lying on the bed when they come in and jumped up
on the bed. I said that the first thing we should do is take off
our clothes. We all stripped. Len was fascinated by by breasts
and trimmed bush. And Beth looked at my breasts and rubbed what
was the beginning of her own. They were about as big around as a
silver dollar and stuck out about an inch and a half. Her puss
was covered in a sandy peach fuzz as was Len's cock and sac. Len
was not circumsized. I told them that they could touch me and
ask any questions they wanted.

Beth reached out and rubbed my nipples and Len ran his
fingers through my curly bush. I reached out and ran my fingers
up and down and around both of their sexes. They smiled and
cooed. I asked if they ever played with each other and they told
me they had. I asked if they ever gave each other a spanking and
they said no. I said that I would give them a spanking or
whatever they wanted. Beth said she wanted a spanking so she
could have a cummy. I told her ok.

By this time len's cock was stiff and swollen. I told
him to watch and if he wanted to play with himself. Beth crawled
across my lap and adjusted herself so her bottom was jutted out.
I reached down and spread her legs and started to rub her
bottom. She moaned very lightly. I started to spank her round
upturned bottom and she raised up to meet each spank. I would
spank her about ten times and then rub her bottom and inner
thighs. I let my fingers trace up and down her slit some. She
was getting very wet and her lips were getting swollen and all
puffy. Len was rubbing his stiff little cock and a small amount
of pre-cum had oozed out. I could feel Beth's wetness against my
bare leg as I spanked her. She began to moan and grind her vulva
into my leg as I dropped my spanks to her thighs.

I felt a wet drop hit my breast and looked to see Len
shooting his small cum. I let my fingers trace the slit of
Beth's puss and rubbed her clit as she groaned out a long moan,
clamping her legs together around my hand. Len slumped down on
the bed after his cum and Beth was relaxing back to normal from
her's as well. I withdrew my hand and rubbed her bottom gently.

I asked her if she liked her 'cummy' and she said yes. I
asked Len if he liked masturbating while watching us and he
grinned and said yes. I asked him if he had ever tasted cum and
he said no. I told him it was good and that he should not be
afraid to try it.

I told him to lick off the drop on my breast. Len moved
over and licked his cum off my breast. The feeling shot an
electric bolt through me. He said it was kinda salty but didn't
taste bad at all. Beth said she wanted to taste it too.

I told her to lick the last bit off the end of Len's now
limp peepee. She leaned over and licked off the cum from the end
of his cock. Len moaned. Beth said she liked the taste. I was
dripping wet by now. I told them that I would like to have a
cummy, and asked if they would help me have one. Both readily
agreed.

I told Beth to move up and rub my breasts and lick and
suck the nipples. She moved up and started to cup them and suck
on the nipples. I told Len that I liked to be licked between my
legs too, just like he liked it when Beth licked his cock. He
moved over and put his head between my legs and kissed my hot
lips. I nearly exploded instantly. He started to lick up and
down the lips and lap at my juices. Beth was nibbling on my
nipples and rubbing my breasts. Len began taking long slow licks
from bottom to top and hitting my swollen clit with each one. I
told him to keep that up. And to begin in creasing his speed.

I moved Beth around and moved her over my face. I was
staring up at the pinkest little slit I had ever seen. I let my
tongue dart out and lick at her puffy lips. She moaned and bit
down on my nipple. I pulled her down onto my mouth and licked
away at her. Len was licking furiously at my soppy pussy. I
could feel a tremendous orgasm coming on. I clasped Len's head
with my legs and started to lick and suck at Beth's little
pussy. I exploded. Len was lapping up all my juices, and Beth
was moaning through the first of her oral climaxes.

As we settled down I rolled Beth off to one side and let
my legs relax. Len withdrew his head and said he loved that.
Beth asked if what she felt was what Len had done to me. I told
her yes. I pulled the kids up next to me and we all fell asleep
cuddled up together.

We awoke at about four thirty. I told them we needed to
shower. We all went to the bath and got into the shower. I took
the soap and lathered up Len and washed him all over being very
indulgent at his crotch. I then washed Beth all over and
masturbated her some too. Then I told then to do me. Beth took
the soap and started to wash my thighs and rub my love box. Len
lathered up my breasts and worked on the nipples. I was rubbing
Beth's breasts as she washed by sex. When we had gotten squeaky
clean I let them dry each other off as a I dried myself.

We then fixed sandwiches and ate in the den watching TV.
I took the dishes back to the kitchen and returned to the den. I
asked if they wanted to explore some more. Both said yes. I
asked if they wanted to have a spanking session or to learn
about masturbating each other. Both said they wanted to do both.
I said that was ok too.

I ask if Debbie really spanked them harder than I did
last eve. Beth said yes, that her mom always spanked her till
she had a cummy. I asked if she played with her while spanking
her. She said no, but that she always laid her across her knee
so it was rubbing against her vulva area. I asked Len if Debbie
knew that he had a cummy when she spanked him and he said yes.
He said that he always was spanked until he shot off. I told
them I had a special way of spanking if they wanted it and that
I would do it till they had a cummy. Both their eyes lit up and
said please. I said I would be right back.

I went in and got my small dildo and came back into the
room. I handed it to Len and asked if he knew what it was. He
said yes, but it was bigger than his cock. I said that his would
be bigger than that someday. I told him he could be first. He
said great. I had him bend over in the middle of the floor and
grab his ankles. I then put some K-Y on the dildo and gently
probed his ass with it. He groaned as the head pressed against
his tight little bum hole. I then started to spank him. He
jumped at the swat and I shoved the dildo a little harder. I
continued spanking and pressing the dildo.

After about twenty spanks I had the dildo in a couple of
inches and his cock was hard, swollen, and purple. I then began
to work the cock in and out of his hole, as I continued to spank
him. I told Beth to come over and sit between his legs and lick
him like she had earlier today. She did so quickly. I increased
the tempo of the spanking and the depth of the dildo. Beth was
licking on Len, and he began to moan. He shot off spurt after
spurt into Beth's face and she licked him clean and used her
hands to get the cum for herself. I withdrew the dildo and Len
fell to the floor exhausted.

Beth was bright eyed and very flushed. I asked if she
wanted a treat like that too. She said yes. I told her I had
something just for her. I went in and got my strap on dildo and
came back in wearing it. She got wide eyed and reached out to
touch it. I told her to assume the same position as Len had. She
got up and bent right over and grabbed her knees. I got behind
her and put the end of the dildo up to her little virgin bum
hole. I told her that she could back up onto the cock as I
spanked her. Len was sitting up and watching us.

I started to spank her round little butt and shove
gently with the dildo. With each swat she would move back. Soon
I was moving the cock in and out of her and spanking her ass. I
locked my position and spanked her as she moved farther back
onto the dildo. Soon she had four inches in her and was moaning
with pleasure. I continued to spank her and reached around to
rub her slit. Beth was soaking wet. The first time I reached her
clit she climaxed, drenching my fingers. I told Len to come over
and lick her clean. He moved right over and began to lap up his
sister's cum juice. Slowly I pulled the dildo out. Beth dropped
to her knees and sat on Len's face. I took off the dildo and
dropped down beside them and began to lick and suck on Len. His
little cock sprang to attention instantly. Beth was rocking back
and forth on his tongue. I could take his whole cock and sac
into my mouth and lick and suck it.

I felt Len stiffen as I tasted the salty drop of cum
from his climax. Beth had already cum. We laid on the carpeted
floor and fondled each other for a while regaining our senses. I
told them that I wanted to have a cummy now. I asked Beth if she
would lick me and Len if he would suck my tits. Beth buried her
face into my crotch and began to lick and drive her tongue into
my slit. Len moved around and began to lick my breasts and suck
the nipples. Beth's tongue felt like a feather working on me and
Len was nibbling my nips furiously. Beth pulled away and asked
if she could do me like I had her. I said ok.

She picked up the dildo and shoved it in one motion up
my ass. I arched up from the penetration and Beth put her face
back at my slit. I used my hands to direct her to my clit. She
had the dildo going in and out and was sucking on my clit. I was
going to cum. It started at my fingers and toes and went in and
out in huge waves. I could here Beth lapping at all the juices
and Len was chewing on my hard nipples. I was bucking and
groaning as the shivers raced through me. The orgasm caused me
to collapse on the floor. As I began to regain my self the kids
climbed up on each side of me and snuggled close. I asked them
if they liked the spanking session I gave them and both said
yes, very much.

Beth asked they could have another tomorrow. I said
possibly, unless they were naughty, then I would have to send
them to separate rooms to sit. They both agreed to be very good.
We feel asleep on the floor, Beth sucking at my nipple and Len
stroking my slit, as I rubbed both of there sexes. I awoke the
next morning before either of the kids. I saw that Len had a
morning cock. I slipped on a robe and began breakfast. It wasn't
long before Beth and Len were awake as well.

After eating we all took another shower together. I had
them masturbate me to climax and then I did each of them in
turn. We went to the bedroom after drying off. We laid on the
bed and talked about what they liked and didn't like and what
and how different things felt. Beth asked me if I liked to be
spanked. I told her that I liked it just like she did, although
I prefered to give them. I told her that my aunt use to give me
spankings just like the one I had given her last evening, and
that when I got older she would use the dildo on my puss too.
Len told me he liked it when I kissed his cock and he had a
cummy. I told him I enjoyed doing it too. As we were laying on
the bed they were playing with me, Beth was rubbing my hard nips
and Len was running his fingers up and down my slit. I was
rubbing on them and had gotten Beth's nipples hard. I asked them
if they would like to do some more today. They both readily said
yes. I asked what Debbie used to spank them with. And to be
honest this time.

Beth said that she used her hand, a hairbrush,
and a paddle sometimes. Len agreed. Beth asked if she could give
me a spanking. I chuckled and said if she wanted too I guess it
would be alright. She said she really wanted to. I told her to
sit up and I laid across her lap. I pulled Len around and put
his crotch at my face. Beth immediately started slapping my ass.
And for an eleven year old she could spank pretty hard. I
started to lick and suck on Len. He laid back and closed his
eyes. I could feel the slowly rising warmth of Beth's spanks
working on me. It was quite nice. I took all of Len into my
mouth and gently probed a finger into his ass. He started to
moan and move. Beth descended her spanks to my thighs and
continued to deliver them. I spread my legs so she could spank
my inner thighs. I worked my finger in and out of Len and licked
his sac and cock.

Feeling him start to stiffen I slowed down and released
my mouth from him and just blew on his soaked cock. Beth was
warming me nicely. I was getting quite wet and started to grind
my vulva into her leg. I crooked my finger and slowly stroked
Len's prostate gland and sucked his cock into my mouth. Beth
started to spank me high up my inner thighs and I spread my legs
wider for her. She was accidently hitting my puss every now and
then. I pulled my head away from Len and told her it was ok to
spank my wet puss.

Beth immediately took up the task and started to deliver
a series of spanks onto my swollen lips. I could feel one of
those nice warm climaxes working its way out. Not the earth
shattering kind but the slow smooth cum that just leaves me
ready for more. I dropped my mouth back over Len's cock and sac
and began to really work on him. I rubbed his gland and he
stiffened up and arched his back. I sucked on the head of his
little cock and felt the hot cum shoot out. Beth was really
spanking on my puss. I began to shiver and shake as the climax
swept over me. Beth slowed down her spanking, but didn't stop.


Beth stopped spanking me as I began to relax from the
orgasm. Len was breathing deeply. I rolled off of Beth's lap and
back between them. Beth said she really enjoyed doing that for
me. I told her that when she was older she could have a pussy
spanking and would find it quite nice. I asked her if she would
like to have a cummy too since Len and I had had one. She said
yes. I asked how she wanted to get it and she said wanted me to
masturbate her. I rolled up on my elbow and let my free hand rub
across her small tits. I traced a line down her stomach into the
sparse pubes between her legs. She spread her legs and put a
pillow under her head to watch me. I leaned forward and took her
whole left tit into my mouth as I began to run a finger up and
down her slit. I gently poked at her puss and got my index
finger in as far as one knuckle. I continued to suckle her
nipples and work my finger in and out of her now slippery puss.

Len had moved around on the bed to watch, and was
rubbing his stiffening cock. I used my thumb to rub Beth's clit
as my finger continued to move in and out. I nibbled lightly on
her now hard nips. Beth started to moan and I increased the
tempo of my finger movement. She was arching up to meet it. I
pressed my thumb into her and she groaned to climax. Rolling her
head from side to side and letting out a low moan of pleasure. I
withdrew my finger and rubbed it around her lips and let her
lick it clean.

Aphatos

The memory comes at me like a dream. I cannot trust it. Pictures
shift in my mind and slide over each other in a pastiche of light and
darkness, like leaves moving in the wind. Smells come to me from nowhere,
more distinct than the pictures but shifting just as quickly; the smell
of moss, of the loam of needles in the forest, of the sweet decay of wood.
The smell of woodsmoke, shifting to the smell of smoky tea, first hot
and then cold. The smell of rain in the sky and rain on the grass. The smell
of damp wool, the smell of sweat. The smell of musk. Each of these pull at
different chords in my mind and my heart, deeper and more powerful than words
can follow. The memory comes at me like a dream. I want to write it out, but
I am afraid of the limits of words. I am afraid I will get it wrong, that
the lie I write will replace the flickering truth I now hold in my head. But
I must try.
The pictures slide over each other, but slower now, slow enough that I
can write what I see. There is the empty pasture, overgrown with milkweed and
lush grass. The wooden posts of the fence have a silver sheen from the
fog. Now the rush of the swollen river comes into focus, somewhere off to the
right. Or is it the left? My focus shifts and now I am looking at the
pasture from a different angle. Suddenly, I see the top of a blond head rise
over the embankment at the pasture's edge, and my heart quickens. I feel
again the giddy drop of my stomach, the strange mixture of dread and love.
Now the head and the body have reached the top of the embankment, and
behind them follows another head, brown. That's my head. I look much as I do
today: skinny, nervous, pale-skinned, awkwardly dressed. My hair is short,
still at the rice-bowl length I kept throughout puberty.
Another picture slides slowly past. We are at the "bridge", three
boards laid across a small stream. I am still following her. Just beyond the
bridge, the forest starts. Behind us, the fog creeps across the meadow in our
direction. The ground is wet and spongy with layers of slick brown leaves and
crumbling needles. The air is thick with moisture.
The smell of the humus comes in sharply, and close after, the sound of
voices.
"How old are you?"
That's my voice. Higher and thinner, but recognizable.
She looks back over her shoulder.
"How old do you think I am?" she says.
"I asked you first."
"I asked you second."
"I don't know. Fourteen," I guess.
"Wrong."
"Well, what?"
"I'm not going to tell you. You have to guess."
We keep walking, marching up a gentle slope. The path has curved up
and around back toward the stream. It continues this way for as far as I have
gone, which isn't very far. In a few moments we will have to cross another
plank bridge.
"Fifteen," I guess.
"Close." She brushes her long, blond hair back over her right
shoulder.
The love/dread grows stronger in me without warning, and as I feel it
sink into the pit of my stomach, a picture flashes into my sight: her hand
brushing back her hair as she leans forward to kiss me. And another picture,
a picture of her breasts bared as she raises her shirt over her head. And the
smell of her sweat.
But I shut this out. I am losing continuity. I am in danger of
slipping back into an incoherent dream. I must try to remember, not just see.
I must try to remember how it really was.
"Just tell me," I say.
She sighs. "I'm sixteen."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Oh." I'm thirteen.
The fog has risen fast. We are coming out into a clearing, and I can
see the forest below. We're about halfway up the hill. Fog is tangled in the
trees, finding its slow way up the hillside toward us. The meadow and pasture
are hidden in a blank, white sea. I yawn a little, feel the tired ache around
my eyes. I don't usually get up this early.
"Isn't that beautiful?" she says, stopping to look.
When she says "Isn't that beautiful", she isn't gushing it like
some girls would do. She isn't asking me. She isn't saying it rhetorically,
to fill a gap in conversation. She means it.
"Yeah," I say. "It is."
After going up a bit more, the path turns back down again toward the
stream. We cross another set of damp boards. Up ahead, I see a wooden
structure in the trees.
"That's not it, is it?" I ask.
"No. You haven't been here before?"
"Uh-uh."
"That's the fort that never got finished. It was supposed to be a
couple of stories high, but I guess they got tired of building it or ran out
of wood or something."
"Can we stop for a sec?" I say. "I'm tired." I'm not used to walking
this much, and I'm out of breath.
"Sure," she says, and smiles at me. It's a nice smile, with no malice
in it. I feel the love/dread again. How long have I felt this, for how many
months? When did I first meet her? I don't remember. But for weeks now,
every time I see her, I've felt that giddy terror and delight. She is the
most beautiful person I've ever seen, I tell myself. My pubescent stirrings
are about a year old, still tentative, still mysterious. Still a little
frightening.
This unfinished fort, which is built against five redwood trees
standing in a square, has a floor but no roof, and only two walls. The floor
is raised an inch off the ground, but is still damp. We sit on the edge while
I catch my breath. The fog has caught up with us, filling the space between
the trees. I can see a patch of the sky, shifting from light to dark gray.
Looking back down at my feet, I see a clump of goldenback ferns
growing near the base of one of the redwood supports.
"Oh," I say, bending over to pick some of them. "Have you ever seen
these?"
"Ferns?" She looks at me incredulously.
"Goldenback ferns. Here, stretch out your leg."
"Why?"
"Just do it." She shifts, moving a little closer to me. "Here," I
say, "I'll do it on your knee." I take one of the ferns and press it against
her blue jeans. I hold it there for a minute, suddenly conscious of _my hand
on her knee_, and then take my hand and the fern away. On her knee is an
imprint of the fern in gold dust.
"Wow," she says, impressed. "That's beautiful." Again, I know she
means it. "Thanks."
"Sure." I turn away, embarrassed, and press another of the ferns
against my knee. We are quiet for a while.
"What are you thinking?" she asks me.
I glance over at her. "I don't know."
"What do you mean, you don't know?" She smiles. "What are you
thinking?"
Suddenly I find myself unable to look at her. I stammer, trying to
remember what I was thinking. What I'm thinking of now is the way she looks,
but I can hardly say that.
Then I remember.
"I was thinking about how I'd like to live in the woods."
"Yeah? Really? Me too."
I glance at her. She's not lying, I can tell. In fact, she has never
lied to me, not once in the short time we've known each other. We have
become friends over this past month. Not deep friends, but close enough to
take a walk at dawn in the woods near where we both live. She wants to show
me a house that she found just over the edge of her mother's property, out
past the hill in the thick of the forest.
"Have you ever dreamed about living in the woods?" she asks.
"Yeah, lots of times."
"Tell me about it." She draws her feet up onto the platform and hugs
her knees to her chest.
I think. "Well, in the dream I'm kind of like a hermit. I live
in a hollowed-out tree trunk by a river, next to this waterfall. In the
summer I sleep under the stars. And I have a garden where I grow my own food
so I never have to leave the forest. And I have a rope ladder that goes up to
the top of the highest tree, and I go up the top and sit there every morning
to watch the sun rise. None of the animals are afraid of me."
I stop. She doesn't say anything, and I look over at her. Her mouth
is a little bit open, and she's staring at me.
"What is it?" I say.
She doesn't answer.
"What?"
She lowers her eyes for a second, then looks at me again.
Picture slides past, a series of pictures like a slow movie. Pictures
of her mouth moving, saying "I had the same dream." Smell of woodsmoke coming
from somewhere far away. Smell of wet bark, damp wood.
The sudden picture of her mouth kissing mine.
Heavy, damp silence.
I am flipping over and over inside, and I think I'm starting to shake.
And I don't think I can stop.
She stands up, steps off the platform, walks out onto the path. "Come
on," she says, looking at me. I am in shock, and cannot respond. She says it
again. "Come on. Let's go."
Now I see a picture of the stream. The banks are high and steep,
covered with moss and ferns. The stream is flowing toward me, down
over boulders and rock ledges. It's small, about the width of my arm. It
comes out of a dark hole of trees.
The path follows the stream for a long time. It switches now and then
from bank to bank, but stays parallel. We walk in silence. She is about six
steps ahead of me. The shaking has taken over my body, and my teeth are
chattering. I don't dare to say anything, but I want desperately to act
normal.
"I think it might rain," she says, without looking back. I don't know
whether I should respond, whether it's a piece of conversation or just a
statement. I can't think of anything to say.
We walk like this for some time. I almost ask her how much farther it
is, but I reconsider. I don't want to sound like a child. But I have to do
something! I can't be invisible. I don't want to scare her off.
Suddenly, without thinking about it, I break into a run. I don't slow
down as I pass her, but keep running. I don't know what the hell I'm doing; I
just know that I have to do something to break the tension. The path comes
out into a clearing. I hear her running behind me, calling out, "Wait!
Wait!"
I look back and grin at her, feeling strangely confident, although I'm
still shaking terribly. She's gaining on me. I run faster, veering off the
path and up the foggy slope of the hill.
"Come back," she calls, still running along the path. "The house is
this way." I change direction and come shooting down the hillside back into
the trees, a good ten yards ahead of her now. I'm shivering from the cold and
I start to slow down, feeling my ribs knit on the left side. My body isn't
used to strain. As she comes up behind me, the path turns and I see the
house.
Picture: under a dark sky, hardly recognizable as morning, a pane of
glass. Through the pane of glass: she is kneeling at a woodstove, putting in
a handful of sticks.
The house isn't really a house, just a small room. One large window
by the door lets in the cool, gray light. There is a big, broken couch, old
brown velvet with the smell of mildew and a spring showing, against the wall
at the far end of the room. There is the woodstove, of course, with a small
pile of wood and a few logs beside it. A chest of drawers stands just past
the door, tilted on a short leg. A page ripped out of a magazine is
thumbtacked to the inside of the door, showing a bottle of Absolut vodka
surrounded by green leaves and purple berries. An axe-head lies on top of a
pile of old newspapers next to the couch. And at the back corner of the room
is a wooden ladder that leads up to a loft.
I sit on one of the arms of the couch, my hands clasped, watching her
fill the stove. "How are you going to light it without any matches?" I ask.
She smiles. "Just a minute." She stands up and walks over to the
chest of drawers. "Why don't you wad up some of that newspaper and throw it
in?"
I take a newspaper off the top of the stack. The axe-head slides off
and makes a heavy thud as it hits the floor. She pulls out one of the
drawers. "I come up here a lot," she says. "I've made a few preparations."
She brings out a box of matches. "Would you like some tea?"
"Tea?"
"I have a teapot in here, and some tea, and a cup," she says. "Just
one cup. We'll have to share."
The pictures are starting to shift again, moving faster. I can barely
track my mouth asking what kind of tea it is. The shaking is turning into a
fever. I think even then, before it became a memory, I knew what was
happening. And it scared me.
The sound of rain hitting the roof filters in. The room is warm, the
tea is warm, but my body still shivers. Less violently now, more of a humming
through my blood. We sit beside each other on the couch, taking turns sipping
from the cup.
"Aren't you worried someone's going to come up here and find you?" I
ask.
She shrugs her shoulders and brushes her hair back. "No, I don't
think anyone's been up here but me in a long time. I mean, it's really
isolated. Probably the guy who owns the property built it for a getaway cabin
or something, but he doesn't use it any more. Those newspapers are from last
year."
"Oh." I take the cup from her. Our fingers touch, slide over each
other. Hers are colder than mine, and somehow I find that comforting. "What
do you do up here?" I ask.
She pauses before answering. "I write. Poems."
"Really? Can I see them?"
"No," she says, sort of laughing, blushing and looking down. "No."
"Why not?"
"You just can't. No one gets to see them." She sees my look of
disappointment. "If I showed them to anyone, it would be you."
"Maybe someday?"
"Maybe."
We're quiet for a while. She finishes the tea. The rain is coming
down harder now, splattering against the roof. I am absorbed in my senses,
which are keyed to a fever pitch. I notice everything subtle, turn it into
passion in my mind. The sound of the rain. The way her long yellow hair
captures what little light there is and holds it, like gold. The warm tea in
my stomach, the trembling and nausea I feel. The heat of the woodstove. The
dank smell of the couch, the mushroom scent of the forest coming in through a
crack somewhere. The image in my mind of the kiss, the ghost of her pressure
on my lips. My feverish, unspoken questions: _Why?_ _What does this mean?_
_Will you kiss me again?_ _How can I ask?_
"I was right," she says, breaking the silence. "It's raining."
"Yeah."
"Raining pretty hard."
I can barely say the word for the spinning in my head: "Yeah."
"Do you..."
I look at her.
"Do you want to go back?" she asks.
No. I don't want to go back. I want to stay here, and I want
you to kiss me again. Like you did before.
I can't say the words. I can't speak. The pressure in me is almost
more than I can bear; I feel like I'm going to cry.
So I do the only thing I can do, the only thing that makes sense,
beyond fear or dread: I follow my need. I reach out for her hand and hold it,
shaking, pressing lightly. And I lean in, and I kiss her lips.
There is no picture. There are no smells, no sounds, nothing. My
mind is blank. For a time, an undefinable length of time, the only contact to
this world is the feeling of our lips touching. We hold the moment, and then
move out of it as her mouth moves and I feel the wet underside of her upper
lip slide in. Everything so slow...the soft vitality of her tongue entering
my mouth, touching my tongue. I don't know how this is done. My tongue
ventures forward, sliding along hers. Everything soft, softer than I could
have imagined. I feel a tear breaking loose from my eye, rolling swiftly down
my cheek to my jawbone. I regain my mind, and the kiss has become definite,
deliberate. This is no mistake. This is what we want. We are making it
happen.
Fears still hover around me as we move in closer to each other,
deepening the kiss. They are vague fears about the three-year difference
between us, which I never knew until today. I fear that this isn't real, that
somewhere I've fooled myself or made a fool of myself, for how could someone
so beautiful and confident be attracted to me? But my body does not hesitate.
The kiss continues. I explore her mouth, the boundary of teeth, the water
under her tongue. The hum in my blood has evened out into a pulse that I can
feel.
I am afraid to stop kissing her, because it means I will have to look
at her, to acknowledge the truth of what we are doing. But I feel her moving
away. I close my eyes on the steady stream of tears. I feel her fingers
moving over my face, rubbing the tears into my skin. She places a finger on
my lips. I open my eyes.
The rain hurries onto the roof, drumming faster and faster. The
pictures move by in a blur. I don't think I can slow them down; the memory
rushes forward out of control, and the images come out of place, heated, as in
a fever dream. The recurring image of her arms pulling her shirt over her
head, baring her breasts. The smell of mushrooms and smoke, of the damp wool
of her sweater, of the gentle salt of her sweat. The heat coming from her
body as I press my face against her neck. The rigid place between my legs,
that place I am afraid to name. I feel like a child standing in the
wilderness, soaking in the rain. Someone's skin is cold. Cold and moist.
Hers. I press warmth into it.
We are in the loft. Dark here, only just enough light to see the
seashell curves of her backbone. The profile of a breast in shadow. The
tendon of her neck, a thick, straight line. The marble-statue contour of her
shoulder. Her hair, like a waterfall of sun.
There are no words. We are unable to speak, unwilling to break the
spell. I kiss the cup at the base of her throat and feel a shudder run the
length of her body. She wants me, and that knowledge pushes away all
remaining fears. This is right. This is what is supposed to be; oh God,
finally something so pure as this, something so clear. This is what is
supposed to be.
Floating in, the musky smell of her juices. I have never smelled it
before, but it is instantly familiar. It smells like the secret, dark places
in the forest that I never dared to go as a child. It smells like the deepest
earth that a gardener kneads with his hands before planting. I am
inexplicably frightened by it, even as I am intrigued. It is almost too
vital.
I touch her breasts. The motions I make are ones I know instinctively
to be right, though I've never made them before. My thumbs slide down over
her brown nipples, which start up from the areolae like gooseflesh. I reach
forward with my tongue tensed into an arrow, moving like a newt underwater. I
suck in the nipple, fainly hearing the intake of her breath. My hand caresses
the other breast. It is different from what I expected. The breasts of
models I had seen in magazines looked like rock-hard sculptures, and so the
softness of her skin surprises me. As my tongue slides over it, I hear her
moaning quietly, a low, uncontrolled sound.
My hand slides down between her breasts, down over the arch of her
ribcage onto her belly. A finger hooks into the hole of her navel. Her
moaning grows deeper and breaks off in a sigh. Slowly...slowly...my hand
slides down and further down, and I feel crinkly hair at the base of my palm.
I feel the throb of expectancy in my penis. We are set into the tempo of the
pulse of our blood. With each beat she makes another sound, my hand slips
down the smallest bit. And I begin to feel the slick vertical line of her sex
at the center of my palm.
That's the word I am thinking of, sex. It is the first time it has
occurred to me today. It fits what I feel more than the other dirty words or
clinical terms I know. This is sex. We are having sex. I am touching her
sex.
And now the tips of my fingers enter as they pass the top of the slit.
A strange incoherent sound comes from her throat. I move in. I have never,
never in my life, felt anything this soft and yielding. It feels limitless.
My fingers travel farther and farther in. When I am in to my knuckles, I
slide them back out. And in again.
There is a pain building between my legs. A dull pain, growing sharp.
I am very close to the breaking point. I look at her, about to ask, but her
eyes are unfocused, unseeing.
I take my fingers out of her sex and trail them back up her belly. I
move up on the bed, holding my penis with one hand as I search for the
opening. My hands move under her back and hold her shoulders as I move into
her. My focus is narrow and complete. There is nothing in my mind but the
feeling of sliding into her. All the way in. All the way in...all the way
in...
And it is the fitting of key and lock. It is the drawing of a magnet.
It is the completion of a circuit. What I have put into her is no longer
mine, and what she has opened up to me is no longer hers. This is the
connection of man and woman. I feel my manhood for the first time.
We hold in place for a moment.
Then her hands come up around my back, pressing into my ribs. I slide
partially out of her, then back in, a motion like the throb of a heart. We
hold each other close. Out, in. Stop. Again: out, in. Out, in. A rhythm.
Out, in. Out, in. We are pressed into one body, rocking back and forth.
Blind motion. Out, in. And I feel it coming, like the flowing of water,
mounting steadily. A pleasure so vital it could almost be pain. My mind has
ceased functioning, and my body moves unbidden. There is nothing I could do,
even if I wanted to. I am moving toward the inevitable. My body tenses,
tightens. Her fingernails dig into my back. Tightening, tightening, drawing
closer. Out, in, out, in, rocking faster, climbing like a geometric curve.
An arch. I arch my back, drawing her up with me, closing in on
the crest
of

it

and! OH
flood, rain flooding down upon the roof,
falling,
falling...

The silence that we shudder into lasts for a moment, and then I hear a
small sound coming from her. I raise my head and I see that she is crying. I
move up to a level with her, kissing away the tears.
She looks as though she wants to say something, but can't find the
words. She doesn't have to speak. I know what she's feeling. It's not that
this was wrong, far from it. There has never been anything so right. It's
just that it was so unexpected, such a quick rise of passion, such an
uncontrollable unfolding of our private selves. It is the trust we have found
that makes us cry. We cry in relief that the chance we both have taken has
come to this.
We hold to each other for a long time. The rain slackens and
gradually tapers away altogether. And the pictures turn and flip in the cool
wind that comes after rain. My memory begins to fail me now; it was such a
long time ago, such a different place in my life. It falls away so quickly.
Heavy drops of rain fall from the trees, and the dark places of the forest
become darker.
Where did she go? I have pictures, but some of them contradict each
other and I'm no longer certain which ones are real and which are dreams. In
many of them, she is dancing away into the forest, or down a sloping meadow.
Sometimes she is naked and sometimes not. Sometimes it is raining. One of
the clearest of the pictures has her running through the trees in a storm,
covered in mud and leaves, but I fear that is only a dream. I do not think
she found the hermit's tree we dreamt about. If she had, I think I would be
there with her. But the cave is no longer accessible to me. I don't know the
path through the woods that leads to it. I cannot remember how I made the
journey from that boy of thirteen to the man I am now. I have lost the way.
All I have left are my memories. Walking has become a habit of mine,
and on my walks I sometimes catch the scent of things that bring back the
memory sharply. I have, of course, doubted in my mind that any of this was
more than a dream, but when I smell the smoke from a fireplace or the odor of
wild mushrooms in the fields as I walk under an overcast sky, there is no
doubt.
There are some places that language cannot go. I know, as I write
these words, that when I look back over what I have written I will be
disappointed. Something will be missing. There will be a bit of literary
gloss here or a rough approximation there, and the flickering truth I hold
will waver and go out. So it must be. Such is the fate of all memories, and
the more beloved they are, the quicker they die. I am resigned to this.
The pictures slow and begin to fade. Her face looks out at me,
smiling softly. The light grows dimmer. She turns away, taking the light
with her.