Gct Bahrain

Copyright © 2007, BarondeSade. ALL Rights Reserved.
This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author.
An erotic tale from the electronic pen of BarondeSade…
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Chapter One
Taking One for the Team
Jerry was starting down to fix himself a midnight snack when he heard his parents arguing down in their bedroom. Curious, he tiptoed down and stood outside their door listening.
“You never want to!” he heard his mother angrily declare.
“Well, in case you haven’t noticed,” his father retorted, “I’m getting a little older.”
“Crap! Get some damn Viagra or something,” she fussed.
“Okay! Okay, I’ll get some this week! But keep your voice down. Jerry might hear you.”
“What if he does? Maybe he needs to know that his father can’t get it up anymore! I’ll bet he can get it up! Maybe I ought to let him switch hit for his old man who can’t or won’t get it up anymore,” she angrily snapped back at him.
“Now you stop that! That’s blasphemy. Why I never! How could you say such a thing? My God, woman, are you crazy? Your own son!” his father shouted back at her.
“No…just horny,” she growled back at him. “You know I didn’t mean it.”
Jerry sensed that the argument was in its death throes, so he hurried back down to his room. Closing his door, he flopped down on his bed and drug out his big, eight-inch prick.
His mother had actually insinuated that she should let him fuck her. Fuck his mother! His life long dream and she had actually said it. Said she bet he could get it up and fuck her with it because his father couldn’t or wouldn’t anymore.
Well, he would gladly volunteer to fill in for dear, old Dad, he giddily told himself, whacking away at his cock. Gladly fill in…
That weekend passed in a series of masturbatory fantasies for Jerry as he envisioned him and his mother in bed, fucking in every position imaginable… He had almost found enough courage to confront her about about it, but just couldn’t bring himself to go over the last hurdle.
He needed to think about it some more. There had to be a way, but it required much more thought and planning…
Turning to find the ball, Jerry stared straight up into the blinding sun. Now he couldn’t see a fucking thing, he told himself, stumbling and starting to fall. Just then, an atom bomb of pain exploded down in his balls, paralyzing him with its intense, nauseating severity. Clutching at his aching groin, he flopped to the ground groaning. Tears were coursing down his cheeks as he fought to keep from throwing up.
Then, fighting back the nausea, he opened his eyes and saw that the whole class was standing around him, pointing, snickering and laughing.
“Nice catch, Jer,” his friend, Arnie giggled.
“Are you okay?” he heard Mr. Howard ask him.
“Fuck, no!” he groaned. “I’m not okay! My balls are busted.”
“Well, come on,” he heard the instructor say. “We’ll take you over to the school nurse.”
“Hey, Jer, I’ll trade places with you,” Arnie hollered, much to the delight of the group.
“Oh, no, not Mrs. Higgins,” Jerry muttered, pushing up as Mr. Howard helped him to his feet.
“I’m afraid so,” Higgins laughed, helping Jerry stumble along toward the school building. “Now you boys go back to your game and I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Jerry didn’t know which was worse…the pain welling up from his battered gonads…or the shame of having Mrs. Higgins looking at his balls. He knew that every boy in school had a crush on the pretty nurse. And now…now he was going to have to show her his balls. How fucking humiliating!
Shuffling into the nurse’s office, Mr. Howard led him over to a chair and helped him sit down.
“So, what do we have here?” he heard Nurse Higgins ask as she stepped into the waiting room from her office.
“I’m afraid that Jerry, here, had a little accident out on the football field,” Mr. Howard laughed.
“Oh?” she said, looking over at Jerry.
Jerry wanted to find a hole and crawl in it. But even that couldn’t keep him from running his eyes over the swell of her mountainous bosom thrusting out against her white lab coat.
“Yes…he tried to catch a football with…with his privates,” the teacher snickered.
“Oh…no,” she said frowning, her eyes darting down to the lump sticking out in front of his jeans. “I bet that hurt…”
“Yes…yes, Ma’am, it did,” Jerry whined.
“Well, thank you for bringing him over, Mr. Howard,” she smiled. “I think I can take it from here.”
“Okay,” he laughed again. “I’ll leave him to you.”
As the teacher departed, Mrs. Higgins extended her arm, holding out her hand to Jerry.
“You better come…come with me,” she told him.
She helped him to his feet and then turned and started for her office. Jerry painfully followed along ogling the roll of her beautiful ass under the white lab coat.
Stopping when they came through the door, she reached up and flipped the placard on the door. The sign now read “Busy with Patient — Have a seat”. Closing the door, she turned and faced him.
Jerry stood looking at her, blushing brightly.
“Well, let’s see it, uh, them,” she said, standing with her arms crossed in front of her giant tits.
“Uh…I…I think…they’re, they’re all better now,” he muttered.
“You show me,” she said sternly, “or I’ll take your pants down myself.”
“Uh…okay…okay!”
Wondering what she would say when she saw his cock, he timidly unbuckled his pants. The girls he had been out with all said that it was too damned big and none of them had ever let him fuck them. A couple had given him a hand job, but that was the extent of his sexual experience. But this was different. This was a grown up woman. Would she think it was too big, too? He got a panicky feeling as he slowly unsnapped his pants wondering what she would think. And on top of it all, the pain had subsided to an ache and he was starting to get a hard-on. Jeez, now what, he frantically thought. He was getting a hard on right in front of Mrs. Higgins. Quickly, he jerked the zipper down and let his pants go slithering down his skinny legs.
“Hmmm,” she murmured, staring down at the enlarging lump under his shorts as Jerry’s face turned beet red.
Jerry couldn’t breathe. His heart was beating a mile a minute, pumping more and more blood into his enlarging giant. Sweat was pouring off his forehead as he fearfully stared back at her.
“Uh…I…I think…I think I’m getting…getting an…an erection…” he mumbled. “I’m sorry!”
“That’s…uh…okay. Never mind. It happens some time,” she said, trying to keep the stern look on her face. “Let me see…show me where it hurts…”
Embarrassed beyond human tolerance, he eased his thumbs down under the waistband of his jockeys. Taking a deep cleansing breath, he slowly pushed his shorts down off his half-hard cock. As he did, it uncoiled itself and flopped out into the open, thick and puffy, its big mauve head drooping down at the floor.
“Oh,” he heard her gasp, her hand flying to her mouth.
“I’m sorry…sorry,” he mumbled, letting go of his shorts and feeling them slide down over his knees.
He felt like such an idiot…standing in front of Mrs. Higgins with his shorts down around his ankles and his giant cock hanging down, lazily swelling and lifting its head up into the air.
“Oh…well, uh, uh, well, let’s see them,” she stammered, quickly stepping up in front of him. “Have a seat on the exam table…”
“Uh, yes…yes, Ma’am,” he muttered, stepping over and sliding onto the exam table.
Jerry thought he was going to die of shame as he watched her reach down toward his balls.
“Oh, look how swollen they are,” she murmured, cupping them in the palm of her hand and gently lifting them.
Looking down, Jerry couldn’t see any difference in the size of his balls now and before the fatal blow. They were a little deeper color of purple, but that was all.
“Uh-huh,” he grunted, not wanting to discredit her professional opinion, but knowing that his balls were bigger than the regular garden variety.
She gently squeezed his dangling testicles as his cock continued to grow, hardening as it did.
“Did the ball…hit…hit your penis, uh, too?” she asked him, delicately easing his balls back to their resting place between his legs and curling her hand around the thick shaft of his cock, just below its big, swollen head.
“Uh…I…I don’t know…uh…everything down there is kind of numb,” he muttered, watching her clench her hand tighter as she slowly ran it down the stiff shaft of his cock.
“Uh…does this hurt?” she asked him when her hand nudged down against his balls.
“No…uh…no, not really,” he said, blushing even darker. “It…uh…uh…it feels kinda good!”
“Well, that’s a good sign,” she said, standing back up, releasing his cock, and taking a step back. “I guess nothing is broken down there.”
“Thank goodness,” he whewed, looking back down at his jutting giant.
“Does it look swollen to you?” she asked him, staring down at it, too.
“What? What do you mean,” he mumbled, not understanding if she meant his hard-on or the size of his cock.”
“Does your penis look bigger to you, or is it always that big when it gets hard?” she asked him, with the suggestion of a smile crawling across her full, pinkish-red lips.
“Uh…it…it’s always that big…when it…it gets hard, Ma’am,” he choked out, his face now the color of a beet.
“Well, it certainly is a large one,” she said, turning and walking over to the burnished steel medicine cabinet. “I have some medicine called Arnica that I’m going to put on you.”
“What is it?” he asked, watching her bend down as her lab coat stretched tightly across her beautiful ass.
“It is,” she said, holding the box up and reading off of it, “Arnica montana tincture is a medicine that has been used for centuries to relieve the aftereffects of falls, blows, sports injuries & overexertion. It makes black & blue marks go away faster & relieves the pain, swelling & stiffness caused by physical trauma.”
“Oh,” he said, as she held the box upside down and dropped a tube of ointment into her hand.
“But, I’m afraid that it won’t do much for the stiffness you have, though,” she laughed softly, squeezing out a gob of the stuff into the palm of her hand.
“Huh?” he grunted, not understanding what she meant.
“Your co…uh…your penis,” she smiled, pointing down to his cock that was still standing at attention, pointing its purple head straight up at the ceiling.
“Oh,” he muttered foolishly, unable to blush any deeper than the purple that now covered his face.
Stepping up in front of him, she leaned down and gently cupped his aching balls in the palm of her hand. Delicately, she began rubbing the slippery salve over his tender balls.
“That stuff is cold,” Jerry fussed.
“Sorry, but it’ll make them better,” she said, continuing to work the gel into his balls.
As she did, Jerry could see down her blouse to her huge, mountainous tits straining to escape the confines of a lacy, black brassiere. The view sent a jolt of electricity sparking through his cock, making it twitch excitedly.
As it did, she glanced up at his face for a moment and smiled when she saw that he was gawking down into her blouse. Then she looked back down at his cock and balls without making any effort to stop him from ogling her big tits.
At last, she delicately eased his big, gel-covered balls back down to their resting place. Then another jolt of excitement fired off down inside his cock as he felt her hand clutch down around his jutting prick and begin to slide up and down it.
Oh, God, oh, God, he feverishly thought. She’s jacking me off! Mrs. Higgins is jacking me off! Oh, God, she’s going to make me come.
Her gel-slickened fist continued to slowly work up and down his cock, coating it with a covering of the slippery salve as he watched on in stunned shock.
The excitement arcing through his body was quickly becoming too much as he felt the burning down in his aching balls growing hotter and hotter.
“Uh…uh…Mrs. Higgins…gonna…stop or I’m gonna…” he groaned out, straining as hard as he could to keep the burning cum inside his balls.
“What…what? Oh…I…I’m sorry,” she mumbled, jerking her hand away from his twitching cock just in the nick of time. “I…I didn’t…”
When she stood up and looked at him, he was surprised to see that she was blushing, too.
“Uh…okay,” she said, her voice a little breathless. “You can pull your jeans back up.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” he answered her, leaning down to pull his shorts up as she clopped over to her desk and sat down.
“I’m going to write you a pass,” she said, reaching to the tablet on her desk. “I want you to go home and put ice on your ba…uh…testicles.”
“I don’t want to freeze them off,” he complained, pulling his pants up and buckling them.
“You won’t,” she laughed. “Get a zip-lock or something like that and put some ice in it. Then place it on your bal…uh…testicles for a few minutes, then take it off until you can stand it again. Keep doing that for the rest of the day…okay?”
“Uh…yeah, I guess, if you say so,” he mumbled.
“I say so,” she said. “And you’d better do it if you want to have children when you grow up.”
“Okay. Okay,” he said, zipping up his fly.
“Then,” she said, ripping off the sheet and starting to write on a second one, “this one is a pass for this afternoon. And the other is a slip to get you out of PE tomorrow, so you can come back and let me check them out to see how they’re doing. Okay?”
“Uh-huh,” he muttered, taking the two sheets from her as she handed them to him.
“And I don’t want you doing any strenuous activities with it…or them…this afternoon either,” she smiled, giving him a knowing wink. “If you know what I mean.”
“Huh?” he grunted, wondering if she meant what he thought she meant.
“Now hurry on home,” she said, getting up and stepping over to the door, “and get some ice on your balls…uh…I mean testicles…”
“Okay,” he said, wincing along as she held the door open for him.
After stopping at the Principal’s office to show them the pass, Jerry painfully made his way home. Carefully crawling out of his car, he went inside the empty house and prepared the ice pack just as Mrs. Higgins had directed him. Then he winced his way up the stairs to his room.
Pulling his pants and shorts off, he eased down on the bed and put the ice on his aching balls. It was cold, but it felt kinda good, he thought.
Then, as he lay there, his thoughts drifted back to Mrs. Higgins. She was just about the sexiest woman in the whole school, he told himself. She had short, blondish-gray hair that she wore in a kind of disheveled look, that made her look she had just crawled out of bed. Her smoky blue eyes and full lips were enough to make a boy cry, he thought. She had a trim, curvy figure and pretty, long legs, emphasized by the high heels she always wore. He didn’t know of any other nurse that wore high heels to work, so that just made her even sexier. But then again, he didn’t know that many nurses either. And under her knee length lab coat, she always wore a white blouse and a short, black skirt. But the highlight…or highlights of her body were her mountainous tits. They were definitely the biggest pair in the whole school. And there wasn’t a boy in school that wouldn’t give their left nut to get a glimpse of the treasures. All in all, she was one more hot nurse, he told himself. And there was the gossip. Gossip about letting the occasional senior ball her. But he thought that was just what it was…gossip!
But he had shown her his cock. Shown it to her and she had jacked him off. Jacked him off and almost made him come. Just thinking about it made his cock slowly begin to harden once again. When she saw his cock, she didn’t even flinch. And when she rubbed that Arnica stuff into his balls and cock, he thought she looked like she was enjoying it. Especially when she was jacking her hand up and down his cock. In fact, she looked like she was getting a little carried away… Luckily, or unluckily, depending on your frame of mind, she had stopped just in time, or she would have gotten a face full of cream. He felt a little strange about the whole thing. Her looking at his balls and cock, looking at them and rubbing them, letting him look down her blouse, and her attitude. It was all just so weirdly erotic.
And he was going to get to do it again tomorrow, he told himself. Just the thought of it hastened his cock along its rush to hardness. Wishing he could beat off, he thought back to what she had told him about not doing any ’strenuous activity-if you know what I mean’. Did she really mean not to jack off? That was what she insinuated, he thought. And then winking at him was like…like saying “you know what I mean…”
Just then, he heard a timid knock on his door.
“Jerry, Honey, are you in there?” he heard his mother ask.
“Yeah, Mom,” he hollered back at her.
“Can I come in?” she said through the door.
“Uh…just a minute,” he told her, reaching down and draping the towel he had brought with him over his cock and balls. “Okay.”
He watched the door slowly open and his mother peek in.
“Are you okay?” she asked, stepping over to his bed.
“Uh, yeah, why?” he wanted to know.
“Mrs. Higgins called me and told me that you injured yourself,” she said, looking down at the bulge under the towel.
“Uh, yeah! I kinda got hit with a football,” he blushed.
“Is it okay, now?”
“It…they still hurt a little,” he muttered, his face reddening.
“Let me see,” she said, still looking down at his towel-covered groin.
“Mother!” Jerry whined.
“I want to see for myself,” she ordered him, reaching down for the towel that covered his aching balls.
“Mother, please!” he futilely muttered as he felt her lift the towel off his balls and erect cock.
“OH, MY Lord!” she gasped, staring down at his rock-hard cock and purple balls.
“I’m sorry…” he muttered, shoving his hands over the offending trio.
His mother bobbed her head, swallowing hard as she blankly stared down at his hands. Then, as silence reigned, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
“Move your hands,” she said steadily, “I need to see them.”
“Mother…this is so embarrassing,” he complained, staring up at her in shame.
“Move them,” she told him, reaching down and gently pushing at his hands with her fingers.
“Okay, but you told me to…”
He slowly lifted his hands up off his cock and balls, dragging the ice pack along with them. When he removed the pack, his big, swollen balls settled back down into the crack between his legs as his mother gaped down at his cock and balls.
“Why…why is it like that?” she wanted to know, ignoring his injured balls and focusing on his stiff cock.
“I don’t know…” he lied, his face lighting up brightly. “I guess I was…I was thinking about…about Mrs. Higgins.”
“Mrs. Higgins?” she exclaimed. “Why she’s old enough to be your grandmother!”
“I know,” he objected. “But she’s pretty…and besides, I have this thing for older women…”
“Really? Since when?” she said, standing with her fists on her hips, looking down at him, dividing her attention between his face and his twitching cock.
“Since forever…”
“I didn’t know that,” she fussed, slowly leaning down to closely study his balls. “They look swollen, but other than that, they don’t look too bad. How bad do they hurt?”
“Just a little, now,” he told her. “Mrs. Higgins put some stuff called arnica on them. It made them feel better, and then she told me to keep ice on them for a couple of hours.”
“She touched you down there?” she asked, standing back up.
“Yeah, she rubbed the stuff into my…my, uh, my ball, uh, testicles and my, my co, penis,” he was finally able to choke out.

Jamie and Jenny were sisters but were complete opposites. Jenny was the outsider. She was an artist and had fiery red hair. She had never had a steady boyfriend and her parents were always disappointed with what she did. She had graduated from high school but had decided not to go to college. Jamie was the good sister. She was a straight A student and had been dating the same guy since high school. Brett was a football player and her parents loved him. He was romantic and sweet and they loved each other very much. He was tall and muscular and always wore these tight jeans that hugged his ass and made his crotch look big. Her parents thought that she was waiting until her wedding night to have sex and she couldn’t bear to tell them the truth. In reality they had been having sex for a few years and outside the bedroom they were the perfect all American couple, in the bedroom it was a different story.
It was a Saturday night, well actually since it was after midnight it was Sunday morning. They had decided to have a quiet night watching movies and eating popcorn. Well at least this is what she told her parents. In reality the moment they got into Brett’s spacious apartment she had dropped to her knees and started to undo his jeans. Hours later they were still at it.
“Fuck me harder. Come on Brett.”
Brett had pinned Jamie against the wall and was holding her up with one strong hand. He was bouncing her against his throbbing cock as hard and as fast as he could but she was whining for it harder. Brett gritted his teeth as he watched his fiancé grab her firm breasts and squeeze them hard. Her blonde hair was in a ponytail and her long legs were over his shoulders.
“Fuck me. God do it harder or I won’t suck you off.”
Brett growled as she said that. He loved when she threatened not to fuck him and he always gave her what she wanted. Grabbing her butt with one hand he spun around and sat down on the overstuffed chair in his living room. His large hands were holding her inner thighs as he bucked up hard and fast.
“Tell me you want it. Tell me or I’ll do it anyways.”
Jamie dragged her huge diamond ring across his chest. Pretending to squirm as he lifted her and pressed his cock against her ass. He pressed down hard, feeling her open up to him as he slid deep inside her.
“Fuck!”
Jamie leaned over and bit his shoulder, the intense pain and pleasure driving her over the edge. Jamie was always so loud when she came and she swore obscenities that she would never say in public. Brett covered her mouth as her body quivered. It was 2am and he didn’t need his neighbors waking up to his slutty fiancé screaming as she begged him to fuck her harder.
Brett gripped her hips and fucked her rapidly. His cock was being squeezed so tight and if he hadn’t already cum three times that night he wouldn’t be lasting as long as he was. Standing up he thrust his hips, fucking her ass even harder then before. He felt her cum again. She had gushed a bit and her juices were running down his legs. She was biting her hand to keep quiet.
“You like being fucked hard baby. You like when I fuck your ass like a porn star.”
Jamie couldn’t respond. Her body was on fire and she was having a hard time concentrating. Brett was so strong and big compared to her and he was being overbearing again. Brett moved to the kitchen counter and laid her on top. He loved watching his cock stretch her cute little puckered asshole and loved how her pussy dripped juices everywhere, quivering as if it was begging to be filled.
He slid her thumb into her mouth and she instinctively sucked on it. Pulling it out of her mouth he slid it inside her ass, pulling out his throbbing cock at the same time so she would always feel her ass filled.
“Flip over.”
Jamie did as she was told, laying flat on the cold granite counter she felt Brett’s cock slide back inside her pussy. He was pounding hard and fast as his thumb wiggled in her ass. She knew he was going to cum inside her pussy and she was so close to passing out she could barely speak.
“Fucking hell!”
Brett slammed into her pussy and shot his hot fertile load deep against her cervix. He knew she had cum again as there was a puddle of her juices forming on the counter and she was hyperventilating, something Jamie did when she orgasmed so hard she couldn’t control her breathing. Brett leaned against the counter as he relaxed, his cock finally softening. He picked up Jamie carefully and carried her to his bedroom. Lying on the high thread count sheets they drifted off to sleep.

Kim McCall wrapped her arms around her legs and hugged them, her knees pulled up under her chin. “I can’t believe it,” she said. “I can’t believe that we only have two days left.”
The porch swing creaked as Kim’s roommate, best friend and lover Pam Maguire sat down beside her. The taller girl stretched out her legs. Kim enjoyed the sight as Pam flexed those legs. Always shapely from all the running her athlete friend did, the coastal sun had tanned them to a golden brown.
“Its been fun though, hasn’t it?” Pam smiled at her, reaching over to tousle the short black hair that even the bright South Carolina sun had failed to lighten.
“It has,” Kim leaned against her friend, resting her head on the brunette’s shoulder. “And we’ll have more fun. The bonfire on the beach tonight. Cooking out on the fire. Singing.”
Pam slid an arm around the shorter girl. “And maybe slipping off by ourselves into the night. Skinny dipping in the ocean and then drying off on a towel spread out where the sand dunes hide us.”
Kim’s eyes twinkled. “Why, whatever would give you the idea of doing anything like that?”
“You would, you sexy girl.” Pam’s fingers brushed over the side of Kim’s breast and the two roommates shared a look that promised each other that night would be memorable. As indeed it would turn out to be, although not quite in the way they had imagined.

They spent the day cleaning the house, top to bottom. The entire group was determined to leave the place spotless, indeed, cleaner and in better condition than they had found it. Brian turned out to be a fair carpenter, having learned from his dad, and repaired loose shingles and a sticking door while the other guys cut the grass, hauled off the garbage and assisted the girls as they scrubbed the house. At least twice Pam and Kim misplaced one of the couples that had formed over the days spent here. Once they discovered the whereabouts of a missing pair but judging from the sounds coming from behind the closed doors Stan and Laurie were in no need of being found. In fact, the roommates took advantage of the time alone to do some kissing and touching of their own.
As the shadows began to lengthen the group headed down to the fire pit. A fire was kindled and hamburgers and hotdogs were cooked on an old metal grill the girls had done their best to clean. There was much laughter when an occasional errant item fell into the fire. But there was plenty for everyone, including several wandering beachcombers who stopped by and were invited to stay.
For a while after supper they built the fire high and danced around it, watching the leaping flames through their shadows across the sand. Eventually the wine they all shared began to take it effect and they settled down onto blankets spread around the fire. The flames slowly dies, turning into coals. The sound of the surf seemed to blend with their singing as Brian again hauled out his guitar and the songs of the era floated down the beach and into the night.
Pam and Kim were snuggled on one blanket, together as they usually were. Pam was sitting up with her legs folded and Kim was laying back into her lap. One or two of the people who had been enticed by the smell of supper had looked a bit sideways at the two girls who had started the evening by holding hands before progressing to their present position.
The roommates thought it was funny. Neither was a lesbian. They had discovered their mutual attraction to each other one night over a year and a half ago but they thoroughly enjoyed the company of both guys and other females. They cared for each other but neither expected anything would continue past the end of their college years except for a deep friendship they both swore would never end. So sometimes they overdid their public affection but it was just for fun. When one passing couple had pointedly stared at their intertwined fingers Pam had leaned over and kissed Kim deeply. They could barely smother their giggling when the other couple bolted without finishing their free supper.
Not that they weren’t planning on spending some time together tonight doing some serious and happy exploration of each other’s bodies. The pair settled back into the flickering shadows and fingers began to wander. Kim’s hands slid up and down firm runner’s thighs and the other girl brushed black hair away from a neck that seemed just perfect for nibbling. Then two hearty voices called “Hello” and the pair looked up to see two familiar figures enter the ring of light.
“Dennis! George!” The girls’ words tripped over each other as they rose to greet the two new arrivals. Dennis stood there with a shy look on his face while George moved hesitantly towards Kim, who was greeting him with a warm smile. The duo crossed to the young men they had met and spent a memorable night with at a Chess Club tournament in the State Capital back during the winter. Pam had occasionally dated Dennis, who had blossomed into a much more self-confident guy. Similarly, George and Pam had gone out several times. Neither girl had shared the specifics of exactly what went on during those dates, but they had each always returned with smiles on their faces.
Hugs were exchanged and friendly kisses. After a search for another blanket the foursome returned to the circle around the fire, joining the other already paired couples.
“So what are you all doing here?” inquired Pam. “Not that we’re not happy to see you but it is a surprise.” She and Dennis settled down on one blanket. George and Kim had already occupied the other one. Pam noted with a hidden grin that George’s arms were already wrapped around the young Canadian cheerleader. There was more there than either one of them was admitting.
“Actually Kim had mentioned this trip to us back when you all were first planning it. Neither of us could come as we’re both working for the summer but she DID say to drop by if we had the chance.”
“Well,” Smiled Pam. “I’m glad you all had the chance.” She gave Kim an amused look. “Of course you could have mentioned it to me.”
“I did,” Kim’s eyes twinkled. “But you were studying so hard that evening that you might not have been paying attention.”
Pam’s eyes twinkled in return. The brunette Theatre Arts major didn’t do much studying in the room as most of her courses were hands-on type ones. “Studying” referred to activities the two girls did when they were sharing the same bed.
“I must have been distracted. Anyway,” Pam leaned back against Dennis, “I’m glad you all made it.”
Pam WAS glad that Dennis and George had made it. She truly liked the shy chess player who had come more and more out of his shell since the two of them had spent a night together back during the winter. He was a very nice guy and she enjoyed his company. He didn’t act all possessive, he was interesting and intelligent and if she had been thinking about settling down any time soon he would be high on the list of prospective husbands.
The enlarged group sang a few more songs then settled down to quietly watch the fire subside into glowing coals. Conversation died away to nothing more than soft murmurs. Couples began to drift away from the fire. David Woods, the leader of the group and his girlfriend Beth had volunteered to stay till the fire was completely out so no one needed to worry about leaving.
That included Pam and Dennis and Kim and George. The first pair scooped up their blanket and disappeared into the dunes. The latter two smiled at each other and rose themselves, George folding the blanket and tucking it under one arm. Taking their time, they strolled down the beach. Almost surprising both of them, Kim impulsively reached out and took George’s hand. Fingers laced and he gave her hand a squeeze.
They walked along the shore for a while, enjoying the night air. They chatted quietly, not wanting to disturb the calm around them broken only by the incoming waves. After an indeterminate amount of time they reversed course and retraced their route until they could see the dull glow of the dying fire.
Kim shivered a bit in the breeze.
“Cold?” George started to unfold the blanket. She stopped him with a hand on his arm.
“A little, but I can think of a better use for that blanket and a better way to warm up.” Standing on her toes she kissed the taller young man. He wrapped one arm around her and returned her kiss. In fact, he wrapped his arms, blanket and all, around her and lifted her from her feet before carrying her into the solitude of the dunes.
There was one moment when the spell tried to break. George’s foot caught a trailing edge of the blanket and the couple nearly toppled to the sand. He caught himself though. Lowering Kim, he snapped the blanket open and drew her against him. They kissed again and slid down to lay against each other. The kisses were gentle at first, as were the exploring fingers. The passion flared between them that they had felt at their first meeting and then they were all over each other.
It took only moments for the pair to rid themselves of their clothing. George rolled onto his back and pulled Kim on top of him. His mouth fastened onto one firm small breast. One hand cupped the free breast while the other danced down her back and ran over her tight ass.
For her part, the cheerleader reached down and between them. She hand found his hard shaft and encircled it. She slid her hand gently up and down, urging him to thicken even more than he already was. Rearing up, she ignored the muffled protests as George lost his grip on her breasts. She straddled the young man under her and guided his cock between her labia and into her opening. She settled down, allowing him to slowly slide up inside her already wet pussy.
“Mmmmmm,” Kim moaned softly.
“Mmmmmm, indeed,” replied George. His hands settled on her hips and his eyes fastened onto her breasts, where her hands rested now in place of his. He watched as she began to run her fingers over her smooth little orbs, paying particular attention to the hard pink nipples. He watched as her eyes closed briefly and those same fingers began to pull and roll the nubbins.
Kim leaned back slightly, pulling her nipples as she began to bounce a little on George’s cock. Just a little at first, her movements became a bit faster but stayed steady, increasing how far she slid up and down on the shaft inside of her. She tried to keep her rises and falls in time with the strumming of her fingers on the hard points of her breasts. George simply held her, allowing her to set the pace.
From her position on top of George, Kim’s ears caught a low but familiar moan from not far away. Tearing her eyes for a moment from the man she was aside, the black-haired coed looked to her right. All she could see in the moonlight was a familiar pair of feet and a bit of two shapely calves. Since those feet were waving in the air with the toes pointed towards the sky, Kim easily deduced that Dennis was probably on top of her roommate and that Pam was having a very good time herself. Then George caught her by her hips and began to bounce her up and down on his cock and Kim forgot all about whatever Pam might be doing.
Pam was doing just fine. When she and Dennis slipped off they had walked hand in hand through ankle deep water, saying nothing, just enjoying the night sounds and the surf splashing around them. When they had walked their fill they turned toward the sand dunes. Finding a tidy spot out of the evening breeze they spread the blanket Dennis had carried. He sat down and she snuggled beside him on her knees with her legs under her.
Dennis gently ran his fingers over Pam’s face before he leaned forward and kissed her. She opened her mouth to him and those gentle fingers slid down her sides, catching the hem of her short and pulling it up and over her head. They kissed again and the chess player took the runner’s pointed breasts into his hands, cupping them and stroking the nipples, as she had taught him the first time they had made love. Their tongues explored each other’s mouths again.
Pam’s hands fumbled at the young man’s waist and he rose to his own knees, allowing her freer access to his shorts. He returned the gesture, unfastening her cut-off jeans and pushing them off her trim hips. She got his belt open and his shorts unzipped about the same time. He caught her up in his arms and stretched her out on the blanket. Pam lifted her hips and Dennis slid her shorts and panties down her long slender legs.
“You are so beautiful. And,” Dennis leaned over, lifted Pam’s leg and ran his tongue along the smooth skin, “You have the sexiest legs I’ve ever seen.” His licks became kisses and then Pam was quivering as her chess master’s mouth fastened itself onto her pussy. She spread her legs wide and drew them up, planting her feet on the blanket. His tongue slid inside her and his hands crept up her flat tummy.
“Oh Dennis,” breathed Pam happily as the young man’s hands covered her breasts. His fingers gently explored them, his fingertips tapping the nipples back into the smooth firmness. His tongue danced in and out of the young athlete’s pussy, now burrowing into her, now parting her wet curls and lapping up and down her open slit. He paused and kissed the inside of each thigh, licked there and then replanted his mouth onto her pussy.
Pam was trembling. Dennis had not only learned well what she had taught him, he had obviously been practicing. His lips and fingers worked as a team and the brunette girl could feel her body responding and already building towards an orgasm. She briefly debated with herself on letting herself go just as things were but decided she wanted Dennis’ body against her. Reaching down, she caught his arms and tugged.
To her surprise, the young man simply paused, looked up at her and grinned before he returned his attention to her wet and quivering pussy. He was teasing her clit now, rolling it around with his tongue. Pam shook all over. She covered Dennis’ hands with her’s, holding them firmly on her breasts as she muffled a cry of pleasure. Dennis must have sensed she was approaching her threshold, for at exactly the right moment he pinched her nipples and squeezed her clit with his lips. Pam couldn’t have held back, assuming she had the slightest desire to do so, and came in a rush and a loud “Yessssss.”
“That’s better,” Dennis slid up the young athlete’s body, covering her with himself. “NOW we can do what I think you wanted a few minutes ago.”
Pam smothered a grin. She yawned and let her eyes close half-way. “Well, that was then. I don’t know about now. I’m feeling sleepy now after that lovely tongue lashing you gave me. Perhaps I need a nap.”
Dennis’ mouth fell open. Then he spotted the mischief dancing in Pam’s eyes. Giving a mock growl he caught her in his arms. Already dripping between her legs, his cock had no trouble slipping up into her. He braced his arms and began to thrust in and out of her. She rolled her hips up to meet him, her legs pointed towards the night sky.
Kim had forgotten all about Pam’s legs, Pam, Dennis, the campfire, the ocean and the rest of the world. Her world narrowed down to her and George. George had a firm grip on her hips now and was using his arms to help her ride up and down on his straining cock. The young coed was twisting her nipples and arching her back as her legs worked wildly to bounce herself up and down on George. Each time she dropped down on him while he thrust up seemed to reach just a little bit deeper inside the coed. She could feel his head impacting against her soft spot.
The black-haired cheerleader let out a strangled whoop. Unable to resist, she abandoned her right nipple and waved her arm over her head.
“Ride ‘em cowgirl!” she gasped.
George laughed under her. The young man shifted position, sitting up with Kim still firmly impaled on his cock. His mouth closed on her breast and his hands gripped her ass. She felt him shudder under her. Gripping lips tugged her nipple and strong fingers dug into her ass cheeks, holding her right down onto him. Kim cried out, making no effort to be quiet now as George flooded her pussy while her own juices flowed over his cock and between them. George fell back and Kim went willingly with him.
The tiny part of her mind that remained detached grinned as she heard a familiar answering yell from another sand dune. Pam was coming too. Good for her and good for Dennis. She snuggled down against George.
The morning sun found the two girls back in their room. It had got a little chilly during the night, too cool to stay on the beach without additional coverings. And as it turned out, the two boys had only time to make a flying visit. Both had summer jobs and had to get back. The foursome had fixed an early breakfast from the little bit of remaining food in the kitchen. Then Pam kissed Dennis and Kim kissed George and the two girls had stumbled upstairs and into their warm bed after they watched the guys drive away. Pam opened one eye well after day break as her friend stirred.
“Good morning, sleepy head.”
Kim stretched like the little cat Pam often thought she was. “Good morning to you too.”
“Did you have a good time last time?”
“Very good indeed.” Pam looked thoughtful. “George really is a lovely guy.” Before Pam could pursue that line of thought, the cheerleader grinned at her. “And Dennis? How is he and how were the two of you?”
“He’s getting even better,” confessed Pam. She giggled. “I think he’s been practicing and not by himself. He certainly hasn’t unlearned any of the things I taught him. He knows how to treat a woman properly. As does George I bet or you wouldn’t be so interested in him.”
“Who says I’m interested in him?” Kim attempted to act nonchalant. Since the dark-haired sweet Canadian girl was as transparent as clear glass, her act failed miserably.
‘Oh, must just be my imagination I guess,” replied Pam.
The two girls rolled out of bed. Kim grabbed a towel, peeked out the door and then headed for the shower, dressed only in the long t-shirt she slept in. Pam watched approvingly at the sight of her roommate’s tight cheerleader butt peeking out from that t-shirt.
A smile tugged at the corners of the brunette’s mouth. Maybe this wasn’t the way she and Kim thought the night before would end, but it had been a lot of fun. And, she glanced at her roommate, who returned her look with twinkling eyes, there still was tonight for that midnight swim and a shared blanket in the sand dunes.
(To Be Concluded)

Laura walked back to her house. Still smiling. Still warm. Still electrified. She never would have imagined kissing her friend good bye after the lunch date they just had. Not even to mention kissing her that way… Gail has licked Laura’s lips. That was nothing like kissing her husband. It was nothing like she had ever felt. She decided that she would indeed have a terrific rest of the day off. When she went into the house, she set the security system. She certainly didn’t want her husband walking in on her. As she passed the kitchen, she picked up matches and then continued up stairs. She could here the raindrops lightly against the windows. It sounded romantic. When she reached the master bedroom, she lit her favorite scented candles and was reaching to play a soothing CD but then decided that the rain was much more the mood she wanted. She couldn’t believe how sensual and romantic she was feeling. And she also couldn’t believe she was going to try to masturbate this afternoon. She wanted to be able to so badly. Especially after hearing both her friends discuss their own sessions. Even though she has never been successful, she felt different about this afternoon… she was hopeful.
She moved the full length mirror over near the wall of over sized windows. This way she could look outside, enjoying the rain, and also look into the mirror, enjoying her own body. She was wondering how to begin. And then she just started appreciating her body… She started by running her fingers through her hair and caressing her scalp. She always enjoyed, but never could bring herself to ask her husband to do it to her. She pulled her hair back into a pony and posed for the mirror. She always did like the way she looked with her hair pulled back. Her hands went to her neck, caressing and massaging. Laura’s eyes were opening and closing. She was enjoying her sensual touching and also enjoying the raining landscape. Her hands wandered to her shoulders and upper arms… She was feeling her muscles under her touch… almost like giving herself a little massage. She could sense her body relaxing. She began to wonder why she had never been able to masturbate before. She continued to caress her arms… watching herself touch herself in the mirror.
She liked the voyeuristic nature of this. Was she scared? Is that why she could never cum when she tried to masturbate? She saw her jawbone and cheeks in the mirror. Her hands went to her face… softly following her jawbone, and then tracing her lips. This felt quite erotic to Laura. She liked her lips and sometimes wondered what they looked like as she made love to her husband. She could see them now, in the mirror… and they were pretty. Did her husband think they were pretty? Did he think she was pretty? He has only asked a few times for her to suck his cock. She wondered what she looked like when she sucking his cock. Even though they have been married many years, she has only done it a few times. She just didn’t feel comfortable doing that. Although, the other evening she had really enjoyed going down on Dan. She had actually wanted to. She did gag a few times, but it excited her. Why had she wanted to? You have to admit, that entire evening was unusual to say the least. What would her husband say when she told him about that evening? Oh my goodness. She was still looking at herself in the mirror when a flash of lightning startled her. She jumped a little. She let her fingers touch her neck and shoulders again. As the rain picked up, her hands wandered down her sides and to her tummy. Caressing, tickling, and feeling herself. She was still remembering the story Debbie had told over lunch. It sounded so natural for her… her hands just knew what to do and where to go. It always seemed like a struggle for Laura. Never knowing what to do and when to do it. She was enjoying herself now, wasn’t she? I think so. One of her hands went under her shirt to her belly… running her fingers back and forth. She stopped to tickle her belly button. She also let a finger slide under the waist band of her skirt. It felt looser. Had she lost a little weight? She liked feeling her tummy like this. She reached around and massaged her lower back. Alternating between gently teasing and more briskly squeezing her back. Mmmm, that felt good. It was always her lower back where she most felt stress and tension. Part of her wanted to lie down and massage her back more. But looking in the mirror was too exciting for her.
She remembered when she had dressed this morning; she had wanted to dress sexy for lunch with her two friends. Underneath her skirt and white blouse, she was wearing a matching tank and shorts. When she thought of herself dressing, she felt her nipples tingle and her legs get a bit weak. She wanted to look at herself in the mirror just as her friend had done. She began to slowly unbutton her blouse. She turned to look outside. The rain was really coming down now. When she had two buttons left, she slowly reached inside her blouse… feeling the fabric of the tank. She reached in further and felt the small swell of her breast. She continued until she was cupping her left breast. It felt naughty. It felt tantalizing. It looked wonderful. She saw herself with her hand inside her blouse, feeling up her own breast. Laura was almost embarrassed when she noticed her nipple was hard and poking through the tank. She let her thumb graze it… back and forth. Mmmm. It felt so hard. She had occasionally looked at herself when she was showering, but never thought her nipples got that hard. She circled her nipple with her thumb as she stood and watched herself and listened to the rain. She was enjoying all her senses. She could actually feel her areola through the fabric! Her thumb was exploring the landscape of her nipple, slowly becoming one with it. As it hardened, Laura allowed her thumb and forefinger to team up and roll the nipple. She enjoyed how it felt under her touch. It continued to grow as she did, even through the fabric of the tank.
Laura didn’t realize it, but if someone was standing near her, they would be able to see Laura’s lips quivering slightly. Most anyone would be able to tell that Laura was enjoying herself just by watching her. Every once in a while, Laura would turn to the side, to look at her profile in the mirror. She liked how she looked this skirt… her butt looked attractive in it. She unbuttoned the remaining two buttons with her left hand as her right hand continued to delight her left breast. Slowly, she removed her blouse and faced the mirror. She began to smile, obviously liking what she saw. If you hadn’t been watching her the last fifteen minutes, you would have thought the sight was quite odd… As she stood there, Laura’s left nipple was hard, excited, and protruding against the tank fabric. Her areola was also quite noticeable, the perimeter was also pressing against the tank fabric. However, Laura’s right nipple appeared non-existent under the tank. Laura thought she looked pretty… still in sandals and the spring skirt and then a pretty tank showing off her boobies and toned upper body. It was turning out to be a very nice day off indeed.
Laura wanted to feel her waist and hips that were lying under her skirt. Her hands slowly caressed her waist and tummy and hips. For a bit, her fingers would trace and her palms would caress. It felt tender and exotic simultaneously. Why had it never felt like this before? Maybe she had tried just to cum, without treating herself to these pleasures. As she paid attention to her midriff, she turned to watch the storm. The rain and occasional lightning and thunder provided a relaxing ambience. Laura followed the curves of her body… tracing her hips down to her thighs. Then reaching around behind to hold her butt and then run fingers up and down her butt crack… Then back around to her front to follow her tummy down to her mound passing over what she knew was her patch of pubic hair. This reminded her of Debbie’s story… Where Debbie had mentioned (off hand, of course) that she shaves herself… down there! How did Debbie put it? …Oh yes, that she had a bald pussy that made her look like a high school girl! While remembering that, Laura could feel a tingling begin to surface as well as what felt like a slight bit of moisture between her own legs. While still running her hands gently back and forth over her muff, Laura pondered what it would be like if she shaved down there?? What would she look like? Cute? Ugly? Wow would it feel? Sexy? Slutty? Would her husband like it? Or hate it?
As Laura pondered, she was also turning back to the mirror. She was continuing to run her fingers over her own muff while imagining Debbie’s lack of one. Through her clothing of course. She allowed one finger to venture down just a tad further than the rest… to touch a most tender spot. Mmmm. Laura was surprised to find her clitoris ever so slightly swollen! That had never happened so quickly when she attempted masturbating before. She was so surprised that her finger quickly jerked away. She was quite pleased however… and wondered how that had happened? She had tried before and no swelling resulted. Maybe it was the result of thinking about her friend Debbie’s bald pussy… And what it would look like… And what Debbie would look like… completely nude in front of the mirror. This made her wonder what she would look like completely naked in front of that mirror. This is when Laura realized that she didn’t actually think she was going to go this far with herself this afternoon… And then she began to wonder how far she would actually get this afternoon… But Laura didn’t want to spoil anything by ‘planning’ it… She wanted it to just happen. Her thoughts went back to the thought of Debbie and her story…
Laura felt a bit naughty as she was thinking of her friend Debbie while she was playing with herself. Even so, her thoughts did not stop and neither did her hands. I bet she has a nice looking butt, Laura thought. It certainly looks nice in clothes. I would have liked to be hiding in her closet that night… Standing behind her… Watching her butt as she stood there, pleasing herself. Laura was imagining her profile in that dimly lit room. I guess I have always wondered… When we have been out in the summer, I have appreciated her in those shorts she likes to wear, accenting her butt and thighs. As Laura’s thoughts focused, so did her hands… They reached back and under her own skirt and began to massage her own butt… cupping her cheeks, lifting, separating, squeezing, allowing her fingers to separate and feel the shape of her butt. Laura didn’t realize how much she enjoying playing with her own butt and the pleasure it was producing. Her hands would move to her lower back and massage and then travel down lower and explore where her butt meets her thighs. Sometimes daring to let her fingers in toward her crack. Mmmm. Even through the fabric of her undies, she though she could feel the small hairs surrounding her butt hole and running up to her lips. Her fingers focused on this fur for quite awhile.
Unconsciously, she was wondering if Debbie shaved this area as well… She tried to visualize Debbie’s most private area… Does she have full lips or narrow lips? Do her labia swell when she gets excited? What does her clitoris look like? Small and hidden? Or exposed and swollen? Laura hadn’t noticed as her thoughts went to Debbie, that her fingers were paying more attention to her own butt hole. circling it, teasing it, applying slight pressure into it through her shorts, and then returning to playing with her furry area, but not going anywhere near her pussy. As she was standing there, Laura hadn’t realized that time was passing. She had already been “relaxing” for 45 minutes. This is the most time she had ever spent pleasuring herself and it didn’t even feel like work this time. What was she doing different? What had changed? Then she realized that she was “dreaming” about Debbie and that her fingers were where they were! At first, she felt naughty again. Thinking that it was inappropriate to be thinking of Debbie that way, and playing. But then, she thought it wasn’t hurting anyone. And Debbie had actually started it by telling them that story… quite vividly telling that story!
Several more minutes had passed when it appeared that her left hand had decided to try something new. While still under her skirt but outside her underwear, her left hand moved around front to explore out there. Initiating it by rubbing her tummy and tracing the elastic of her boy shorts. Then Laura’s hand wanted to feel her muff… Slowly going further down the front until… she began to feel it, through her underwear. It truly excited her. Her fingers spread out in a fan and proceeded to move up and down across her patch. Laura was surprised with the ease in which she was now stroking herself. She had to see what she looked like… She turned her head from the window to the mirror, getting a profile shot. Laura saw her right hand reaching down under the back side of her skirt as her left hand was down under her front side. Oh my! What a pretty sight, she thought! Laura felt a slight electric feeling throughout her body as she gazed at her own body treating itself in this way.
She also began to wonder… What would her husband say if he saw her like this? What would he do? She remembered what Debbie’s husband did… just come in and ravage her, spoiling all the pleasure, the sensitivity, the anticipation, the wonder. But part of her wanted her husband to see her playing and pleasuring herself in such an intimate way. She wanted him to feel a little hurt that she could pleasure when he couldn’t do it. She realized her hands were moving up and down in unison now. Her fingers raking across her muff and also up and down her butt crack. She liked the way the fabric felt between her fingers and her private areas. Finally, even though she couldn’t believe how wonderful this felt, She wanted so badly to move on… to other pleasures. Could she continue? Should she continue? When is he coming home? Do I have time to continue? Who cares. This is so wonderful, I have to keep going.
She slowly pulled her hands out from under her skirt and turned to the mirror. Her hands naturally went to her breasts feeling and cupping. She didn’t notice, but she was actually cooing and moaning ever so quietly. The cupping transitioned into a bit more pleasure from the rolling and twisting of her nipples… which produced a bit more moaning and less cooing. Laura was exciting herself by just watching herself play while standing in front of the mirror. A thought popped into her head, Laura wanted to call up Gail and invite her over to see what she was doing… And how well she was doing it. But that would be to forward and inappropriate. Wouldn’t it? What would her neighbor think?? She stood looking into the mirror… sexually heightened. Anticipating more. Wondering when the last time it was when she felt this aroused. Certainly not for years. Well, before that adventure a few nights ago. You see, Laura and her husband do not experience any sexual activity together very often, if at all. Laura doesn’t really feel the need any longer and he has stopped trying. A shame. But reality. Would he try if he saw her like this? Doing this? Or would he just walk out of the room? Hard to guess. And sad… She felt badly. What had happened? With that small lapse, Laura almost felt like stopping. Her emotional feelings were overriding her physical feelings. Wait, not just physical feelings. Today’s feelings were emotional feeling too. She remembered what it felt like to cum and she so very badly wanted to feel that again. With that, her hands went to the zipper of her skirt and paused. Almost waiting for approval to continue with the task… And almost as a response, she felt a tingling through her body… hardening her nipples and making her lips quiver… she had to continue…
Laura slowly unzipped the zipper over her hips. Her skirt loosened. Laura stood looking at herself. She certainly did not have the body of a twenty year old any longer. She always thought that if she worked out and kept her weight in check, she would be okay. She thought she looked decent still. As she watched her herself, Laura gently wiggled her hips to allow her skirt to fall to the floor. Laura stepped out of the skirt, leaning down, watching her body in the mirror. The muscles in her legs were toned and showed nicely. Her hands ran the length of her bent leg, front and back. Her leg felt strong under her touch. When she stood back up, she allowed her fingers to trace her butt crack and twat, tingling her privates. Laura enjoyed looking at her body standing in just underwear. It was difficult to control her thoughts now. She liked the underwear and the way it looked on her. The tank and boy short combo was kinda cute… kinda macho… and kinda athletic. She actually pranced around a bit in front of the mirror. Watching herself all the while. Laura sensually “adjusted” them. When she pulled the shorts up a little, using both hands on the elastic waistband. Laura stared and the outline of her lips showing very obviously through the fabric. Her left hand released the waistband and felt at the showing mound.
Softly at first and lightly using all four fingers together. Laura then pressed more with her middle finger into her slit through the fabric and lightly flicking her clit at the end. While her clit was sensitive to the touch, it certainly very noticeable. Usually hiding under the thick fold of skin covering it. That was probably why it has always been difficult to orgasm when having intercourse with a guy, she thought. With the attention of her finger though, her clit began to scream for more attention. That’s unusual, she thought. So Laura rubbed her fingers side to side over her clit. Her usual delicate clit was reacting by swelling to a size not felt before by Laura. She was able to take it between her thumb and finger and stroke it. The cooing she made rose again. And Laura this time heard her own moaning as a response to the manipulation. She couldn’t stop… Laura’s hand was jerking off her clit slowly and methodically. When she squeezed the sides of her clit, her entire body shivered. Her breathing transitioned to shorter, quicker breaths. The fabric of her shorts was being stretched more and more… tighter and tighter around her clit. Laura was now trying to get another finger under her clit to enhance her stroking. On the down stroke, it almost dips into her lips. And on the up stroke, Laura is able to gather her thumb and first two fingers squeezing her swollen clit. The third finger also traced the outline of her outer lips… feeling the slow swelling there as well. She enjoyed the feel of her lips in her fingers. So much so that both hands went there to provide service… Her left hand diddling her left lip and her right hand diddling her right lip. She was actually pulling each out through her underwear. She could feel her undies getting quite moist as she did. Her forefingers ran up and then down her lips. Even though there was fabric there, she was able to separate her lips. When she did, even more moisture was released onto her undies. Her second fingers got into the act… They took over for where Laura’s forefingers were and her forefingers went to tantalizing her inner lips. Her legs bowed, knees spread, allowing her hands to maintain their effort. Her legs were getting weaker and weaker. But her hands wouldn’t stop. Afterwards, Laura would think back and wish she had thought to record herself this afternoon. Hearing the sounds she made was making her even more excited. As her first two fingers were manipulating those precious lips, her thumbs positioned themselves with that clitoris between and began moving up and down it’s small but swollen shaft. Laura’s breathing was joined with moaning sounds now.

It’s interesting how little we know about the people around us. I had known Cathy and Dave for better than fifteen years when they decided to put new floors in their house. Being in the business I was able to get them the material at cost and hook them up with installation.
It had been several months since we had seen each other so it was good to see them when I went to their house to measure for the new flooring. Cathy greeted me with a peck on the cheek and a warm hug. I always enjoyed her hugs she is a real sweetheart.
Dave and I got to work immediately measuring all the rooms. When we were done they offered me a scotch which I gladly accepted. We were sitting in their dining room catching up on things. Cathy was flipping through some sample books I had brought for them.
As we chatted I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful Cathy looked. At first glance she is rather average although attractive in a cute way. But as you get to know her better and see the sparkle in her eyes when she smiles and witness her almost child like laughter, she can melt your heart.
I found myself watching her mouth as she spoke and imagining how sweet her kisses must taste. My eyes trailed along the length of her neck to the freckles on her chest. I realized she had apparently changed her shirt since I got there. She must have been getting comfortable. She had on a large well worn T-shirt and had removed her bra. She sat curled up on the chair with one knee to her chest. As she would move her breasts would brush against her knee causing a slight jiggle. Her nipples were beginning to become erect from the contact and I caught myself staring.
I had to snap out of it before I offended someone. The scotch was catching up with me so I excused myself and headed for the bathroom. I had to practically spin out of my chair so they wouldn’t see my arousal.
Upon entering the bathroom I opened my pants and released my semi-erect cock. It felt good to give it some room. I gave my balls a quick rub and slid my hand down the length of my shaft as I thought about how much I would love to fuck Cathy. But I came in here to piss not to jerk off.
I tried to clear the thoughts from my head and just as I began to regain my composure I noticed a black bra strap hanging out of the hamper. “You fuckin pervert…don’t even think about it,” I thought to myself. But I guessed it was probably the one she had just taken off and I couldn’t resist.
My pants still half way down my thigh and my cock bobbing from side to side I stepped over to the hamper and opened it. I took the bra and held it in my hands looking down at it with adornment. I thought about how lucky this bra was to have held her beautiful breasts.
I put the bra to my face and took a deep breath, drinking in her scent. As I opened my eyes I noticed a matching pair of panties in the hamper. I picked them up and the image of Cathy sliding them down her legs and stepping out of them flashed in my head. My imagination was so charged it felt as if they were still warm. My hand trembled as I brought them to my face. I barely caught her scent as I pressed them to my lips and nose. My cock twitched. My head was spinning; this was so wrong, so perverse, and I was so fuckin horny.
I began stroking my cock, which was already leaking. I took another deep breath through her panties and pressed my lips to the crotch as if kissing her pussy. The mild perfume of her sex permeated my senses. Suddenly I felt my cock pulse as seamen surged through my swollen shaft. I panicked and without thinking I reached to catch the jet of cum. I was still clenching Cathy’s panties as I tried to contain my orgasm. The panties tangled in my hand and I filled them with copious amounts of cum, it seemed as if it would never stop.
What an incredible sensation, my heart was pounding. I wondered how long I had been in there, or if they heard me. I was beet red and breathing hard. My knees were shaking. I dropped Cathy’s sodden panties along with her bra back into the hamper and splashed some water on my face. I straightened myself up and rushed back to my hosts.
As I walked back into the kitchen Dave was still sitting at the table. He looked up at me and asked me if I had fallen in. I apologized for taking so long.
“Are you alright? You don’t look so good.” He said.
“As a matter of fact I feel like I might be coming down with something.” I replied. “ I had better get going. You guys can hang onto the samples, just give me a call when you’ve made a decision.”
With that Cathy walked up behind me and playfully bumped me with her hip as she passed.
“Leaving so soon?” she asked with a peculiar grin.
“I’m not feeling well, I had better go. I don’t want to get you guy’s sick.”
Dave gave me a pat on the back as I passed and told me to take care of myself as Cathy threw her arms around me and gave me a big hug. She was a little slow to let go. She kissed my neck and I felt her breath on my ear as she replied to Dave “I’m sure he takes good care of himself.”
I could feel my cock beginning to betray me again and quickly stepped back from Cathy. She had a cute little grin as she opened the door for me.
“Thanks for coming, I’ll call you as soon as we make a decision on the floor.” Cathy shouted as I got into my car.
To be continued….

My name is Fatima Janice Simone. A big and tall, alright, forthrightly fat and proud black femme fatale from the hood. My body is thick, my breasts are large, my hips are wide and my butt is huge. It’s called a ghetto booty for a reason, you know. What are my awesome dimensions? 36-42-67. Read them and weep. I stand six feet four inches tall and weigh three hundred and eighty pounds. And I have a sixty-seven-inch plump black booty. The kind of huge and awesomely fat ass that both men and women can’t help but stare at. Last but not least, I carry a twelve-inch black dildo that’s been known to make all kinds of women squeal in orgasmic delight. I call it my Super Cock.
What do I do all day? Well, when I’m not chasing bitches to get some pussy from them, I’m a drug dealer. One of the best drug dealers in the city of Boston, folks. One of the very best. I sell high-quality dope to whoever happens to have the cash. And I also grease the pockets of the local policemen so they stay off my back. I have a love-hate relationship with the local policewomen. I ran into a big, red-haired policewoman named Brenda O’Shea at a lesbian bar once. She’s one of those bitchy Irish-American policewomen from the Boston Police Department. Always harassing drug dealers and dope pushers. She’s a real bitch. However, that night, I made her my bitch.
I saw Brenda O’Shea sitting at the bar, drinking a bottle of Petrone. I ordered myself a Forty, and chugged it down while spitting game at her. Yeah, even when you’re a lesbian, you got to know how to spit game at females. They’re not going to give it up to you just because you’ve got tits and a pussy like they do. Lots of bi-curious females like a woman who’s a little bit on the masculine side. That’s why butch black women like myself get tons of pussy in the hood. I seduced Brenda, and we went to the ladies room together for some fun.
I sat Brenda on the toilet seat and spread her plump white thighs wide open. I breathed in the smell of the big white woman’s hairy pussy. Thankfully, she was clean. Lots of females aren’t very clean down there. I slid one finger into her pussy, and she gasped. I laughed, and continued to finger her snatch while sucking on those big tits of hers. I worked my magic and in no time, I had the plump white woman screaming my name. I made her cum again and again. Later, I had my way with her. I put her on all fours and donned my strap-on dildo. I fucked her from behind, slamming the dildo deep into her. Brenda screamed in pleasure as I fucked her brains out. I fucked her until she begged for mercy. Then, I pressed a button on my mechanized dildo, releasing hot artificial cum deep inside her. The bitch was stunned. I laughed. It was fun. Afterwards, I left her there and went looking for some new pussy.
Yeah, I meet tons of interesting people in my job. It’s not always fun and games, though. I’ve been known to get into brawls with other dealers, both male and female, who invade my territory. I got to make a living, know what I mean? I can’t have them stealing my business. It’s just not proper. I’m into contact sports and I used to take lessons in Boxing and Karate, so I know how to fight. Just in case things get a little rough, I’ve got my switchblade and a colt forty five. They’re my very own personal bodyguards, know what I mean?
When I’m not working, I’m practicing the ancient sport of muff diving. Usually between the legs of some plump beauty who’s exploring her bisexuality or awakening to her inner lesbianism. I totally love sex. And I am good at it. Not all lesbians are good at eating pussy, you know. Some men eat pussy better than some women, believe it or not. I’s not a gender specific talent. It’s a work of art and you’ve got to practice. I work at it all the damn time. That’s just the way I get down, know what I mean? Down here in the hood, there’s not much to do. Except smoking dope, fuck around and fight. Often all at once. This is how we roll around here, folks. That’s life in the hood for you. Stick around and enjoy the fun.
I’m a fat woman who is attracted to other fat women. A ghetto dyke. That’s me. Today, I’m going on a hunt. I need to find some new pussy. And surely enough, I did. I picked up this fat black chick named Salome Andrade at the marketplace. She was doing some grocery shopping. Well, I needed to get some so I brought her home. Salome is one of those bitches from the hood who swear they ain’t gay but at night, she’s licking more pussy than a lesbian porn star. I knew the type. I love taming these wild bitches. That’s why I picked her up in the first place.
I sat on my bed and told Salome to show me what she got. Salome was a big bitch, standing five feet ten inches tall, with big breasts, a thick body, thick legs, wide hips and a huge ass. She had jet-black skin. This big dame must weigh around two hundred and fifty pounds. She was thick and juicy, with a fat ass too. Just the way I liked them. I don’t do skinny women. I like them big and plump. Just like me. That’s just the way I get down, people. Get used to it.
Yeah, I was there, watching as Salome Andrade got naked. The big black woman had a nice body. From the look of her, I could tell that she was at least bisexual. She had some stretch marks from giving birth, so she slept with men at least occasionally. Unlike a lot of lesbians, I got no problem with bisexual females. I just want a hot bitch to fuck. Who she fucks the rest of the time is none of my business. Live and let live. Easy come and easy go. That’s just the way I see things, you feel me?
Salome was stripping slowly. Normally, I would let her take her time and enjoy the show but today I was horny. I hadn’t gotten any pussy in twelve hours and to me, that’s a frigging eternity. I don’t know about you but I love sex. I looked at Salome. The slow stripping thing may seem artful to some but to me, it’s a total frigging bore. I told her to step it up. Salome did as she was told. I smiled, and lit up my cigar. I leaned back and enjoyed the show. She had a nice, plump and sexy body. I liked what I saw. I told her to get sexy fat ass on the bed next to me. She pouted, but did as she was told. I kissed her, then laid her on the bed. I fondled her tits, and slid my fingers into her.
Salome moaned in pleasure, and urged me on. Oh, man. This chick was something else. Her boobs were so succulent and that pussy of hers felt so warm and soft on my fingers. I kissed a path down from her chest to her belly and finally to her pelvis. I breathed in the smell of her pussy. Nice. I began to lick and probe that hot pussy of hers. Salome gripped the back of my head and urged me on. I smiled. Yeah, I got skills. I slid three fingers into her pussy, and finger-fucked her. She squealed in delight. Oh, man. This stuff turned me on so much that I did something I didn’t normally do. I dropped my pants, and began rubbing my pussy against Salome’s. oh, man. This stuff felt so good. Salome energetically rubbed her pussy against mine. We worked each other over until we both came, almost at the same time. I screamed in sheer pleasure. This stuff was great!
When I got mine, as they say around here, I was smiling from ear to ear, as was Salome. I fetched my strap-on and we continued to do our thing. I put her on all fours, and pinched her ass while sliding my dildo into her pussy. Salome was one energetic fuck. This woman gave as good as she got. She backed up that fat ass of hers, driving my dildo deeper inside her. Emboldened, I smacked her ass while fucking her. Oh, yeah. That’s what I like. Salome screamed and begged me for more. I fucked her like black lesbian sex was going out of style. Until she came. Afterwards, we started all over again.
An hour or so later, Salome and I parted ways. Man, I haven’t had sex like that in a long time. This was frigging great, you know. I took Salome’s number. She was so much fun that I knew I’d be back for more. She smiled, kissed me then put her clothes back on and took off. I watched her sexy fat ass walk away from my apartment. Hot damn, what I wouldn’t give to tap that ass every day! Oh, well. Enough daydreaming. I had to get back to work. The dope doesn’t sell itself, you know.

I still remember vividly the day that it occurred. I had been hunting with my buddies Ephedes and Arimedes in the Dark Woods on the outskirt of our village of Phena. We had each performed the proper libations and prayers to Artemis for the permission to hunt her creatures and also for safety in the woods. The ceremony went quick, we were only seeking a few hares, some pheasant, and later if one could be found a boar. The hunt was to get meat for the Mounikhia festival in which we honor Artemis. I always thought it odd to need to pray to her just for permission to honor her, but I knew better than to comment on it. No hunter ever said a bad word against Artemis for fear of finding a stag at the wrong time or losing a wife during childbirth.
Anyway, I was in the woods and it was midday. Ephedes and Arimedes were checking the trails to see if any stags were passing near and had sent me to take care of small game while they stalked. It was my fate as the youngest of the hunters of the village, but I didn’t mind, I was very good at small game.
In fact, early on in my hunt, I had found a warren and collected five fine male hares who looked as if they had fed a little too well of the good spring growth. It was a fine catch and good enough to take a short break before pursuing more game. Thus, I took shelter next to a tree near the Parthenos stream and enjoyed a small draught of wine and a little lamb left from our meal last night. Biting into the meat and letting my mind wander, I thought about Phoebe, the goat herder’s daughter.
She had beautiful emerald eyes and a lilting laugh and most importantly a body made for the rites of Aphrodite. Curves set nicely and snugly in her working chiton, I had lusted after her many a slow day. However, I’m a realistic, she was promised to Arktos, the blacksmith’s son and thus far off limits. There were times though.
I remembered back some two months when he and Arimedes had traveled down to the watering hole and had witnessed Phoebe beginning a state of undress. I had pulled him quickly into the shadows and watched from the shadows. It was a shameful thing to do, I knew, but if the Gods didn’t know, it was likely to bear no ills.
The first thing I remembered about the visage that greeted me in my hiding spot was how much the chiton had lied about Phoebe’s shape. As she slowly unwrapped herself from her chiton, we beheld something glorious. Oh yes, Aphrodite had blessed us that day. I still remember how painfully stiff I suddenly was when her ass first appeared beneath the fabric. It was meaty, yet taut from the long hours bending to tend the goats.
Oh yes, it had been wonderfully rounded and well kept and held on wide good child-birthing hips. I was instantly jealous of Arktos and what he would soon have as a wife once the courtship was completed. The hips had curved so nicely too, coming up to the stomach, flat and hard from helping her mother in the kitchen and her father in the pen. I knew that in twenty years she would look like her mother, large bellied and jovial, but for now she was lithe and would remain so until her mother finally got her to cook right.
The chiton had traveled further up slowly exposing her bare back to us. I had grimaced in disappointment, hoping to see the glorious breasts that I had seen revealed through the fabric when she was working especially hard.
I waited in grim agonizing patience as she slowly put down her chiton and bent before the pool, flashing us with a beautiful sight of not only her bent ass but her lovely maidenhood, still pink and tender as a flower and resting softly underneath her cleft. I heard a soft groan to my left and turned to behold Arimedes stroking his naked manhood to the sight. I was always jealous of him as his was an inch larger than mine as well as thicker, but as the second-best hunter of the village, it was expected that it would be so.
I gave him a stern whisper fearing that the slightest noise would cause her too flee like a frightened doe back to the town and thus deprive us of more visual treats. I turned back to the pool, fearing that she would be already fleeing, but Aphrodite had apparently been favoring us as not only had she heard nothing, but was turned directly towards us bathing in enjoyment.
Looking upon her breasts, slightly wet and proud, I nearly came. It was a firm and globular pair, jutting out defiantly as one would imagine Aphrodite’s would. They were larger than those on Aphrodite’s statue at the nearest city, filling out in ways I had not expected. It seems that the quantity of goat milk she had drunk in her life must have blessed her well. The areolas were perfect quarters of pink upon her olive skin and called attention from our spot like Zeus’s lightning. I watched transfixed as they swayed and traveled slowly behind her cleansing motions. Her nipples jutted out beautifully as well, as turgid as my manhood, as they do on Aphrodite’s statue. I soon found out why.
Why I hadn’t noticed immediately that she had been cleaning her maidenhood for a longer period of time than seemed necessary, I don’t know. However, once her first moans began to emit across the waters, I realized what actions she was partaking in. Her hands were flashing heavily around her crotch, frantically plucking and teasing and occasionally disappearing into her womb. Slowly she raised one hand to her mouth and licked of it, tasting of her womanly fluids. My cock was now painfully turgid and awkwardly I began to touch it at its tip, letting my fingers do their most important duty.
Her breasts began to heave softly as she reached down the finger she had tasted to grip one and roll it. Her hands seemed to gingerly twist her nipples, making them stand even further out than they had been. Her fingers were still maintaining their manic pace and seemed to be speeding up. I watched transfixed as she brought up one nipple to her mouth and licked it with her tongue outstretched. The action was getting to both of us and we knew we would not last long before we erupted and were then spotted. I began to grow anxious at the thought and that anxiety saved me.
I delayed my release and soon her fingers began to fly at a deadly blur over the front of her maidenhood, nearly at its tip. Her breasts lightly trembled at the action and all of a sudden, she began to cry loudly in a moan. Taking the opportunity to mask our sound, Arimedes and I exploded into the brush. The feeling was impossibly taxing and I came out of it feeling like I had chased a boar halfway across the clearing.
Phoebe seemed equally taxed and only half-heartedly finished her cleaning rituals. She had sighed as she dressed again and seemed to walk like a cat after dinner back up the dirt trail to the village.
“Arktos is certainly a lucky son of a goat, isn’t he,” Arimedes said laughing, his dick wilting slowly to normal.
“Yes,” I said as jealousy filled me slowly. That night, I had turned that feeling into a glorious fortnight of vivid self-pleasurings. It had been a good time.
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Coming back to Earth, I heard a nearby splashing in the stream near me. A part of me wondered if the power of my dream had caused nymphs to bathe near me. It was a silly thought I know, but I was now horny. I peeked softly through the brush in the direction of the splashes and froze in horror.
My mind numb with fear I checked the signs again; silver sandals at creek side, silver bow in the grass, an eerily docile doe watching at the bend, and the overwhelming sense of deity. It had been Artemis, goddess of the hunt and instantly my mind reeled of all the legends I had been told of her. The most important one had been the legend of poor Actaeon.
Actaeon had been a hunter; the best of the city of Orchomenus and, it was rumored, of Greece. However, Tyche had not smiled upon him and he had the bad luck to wander into Artemis bathing in a stream. She had turned him into a stag and had his own dogs rip his throat out. All because no mortal is supposed to behold the sight of the virgin goddess in the nude. Yet, there I was beholding. Beholding very well.
I noticed as soon as the rational fear of living a very brief life as a stag began to fade, I noticed more about the bathing figure. She was beautiful, but in a defiant manner. As if she was angry to be beautiful. Her hair was cut short, or rather was short. The gods after all have absolute control over their appearances and did not suffer from a need to shave or groom. She was cleaning her arms and legs in the stream water, clearing off the dirt of Earth’s woods that she had collected. I wondered briefly why she did not just will herself clean, but soon grew to realize that she enjoyed the dirt and feel of spring water. It was the huntress’s blood in her.
She wet her short hair in the river and snapped back, exposing her chest to me fully. It was a bewilderingly erotic pair. They were smaller than Phoebe’s had been, much smaller. In fact, they were like two small cherries, peaking out from her chest. They were also firm and perfectly round. Even more so than Phoebe’s. They were virgin’s breasts. Not just a virgin’s breasts, but also the essence of what virgin breasts are supposed to look like. Tender, never used buds, waiting for true maturity, but still grown out from puberty. The nipples did not stand out like Phoebe’s, but waited on the tiny areola as if they may never grow hard. Remembering the old legends, I wondered if they had even risen for Orion.
Enjoying the feast of the breasts, which made me feel young, like when I had first reached puberty, I let my tension drop. As I finally let myself enjoy the forbidden sight, my manhood began once again to rise. The very taboo nature of my actions pushing it as equally as the eroticism of the sight. I bit my lip knowing that to the ears of the goddess of the hunt, the slightest noise would condemn me to a fate worse than death. I let not a moan pass my lips and took care not to fondle my hard member lest that action be too loud.
I continued to watch, letting my gaze fall from the beauty of her breasts to sights more interesting. My eyes moved slowly as if delirious to drink in as much of the sight they could before it was denied them. I traced down her perfect belly, noticing how smooth it was. I could see ripples of flesh underneath and noticed that the softness was a lie, hiding a strength and hardness of pure athleticism.
The motion of muscles underneath the blemishless, scarless belly was bewitching. As she bent around, slowly cleaning her legs and arms, letting the forest water cleanse her inside and out, letting it permeate her, I saw the motions of every stag and doe I had ever hunted. I could see the perfection of nature, a unity of all creatures, everything. I checked myself to make sure I was not walking out towards that belly to be with it and confidant that I had not moved, let my gaze travel further down.
As my gaze began to reach her hips, I was perplexed. Her hips were narrow, so narrow in fact that birth seemed not just a painful excursion, but an impossibility. Her ass was taut behind it and lacked any semblance of fat. Furthermore her mound when she turned forward again was strange. It was not truly hairless, but the dark curls of her head, were nevertheless short and sparse. It allowed an absolute unguarded view of her maidenhood, the twin lips glistening in the creek water.
This view was the true zenith of my voyeurism. I stared at the two lips of the virgin Goddess and was filled with an emotion of lust, love, everything all at once. It was not just a forbidden fruit, but the forbidden fruit. I was beholding something even Gods and immortals do not get to see. It looked…
It looked tight. I mean that it had an appearance that said that it would be the tightest thing you could possibly imagine entering. It seemed to stand saying that if ever Tartarus upended itself and a mortal was allowed to do the honors, that it would squeeze so perfectly and utterly that you would come before getting halfway. It was perfection. It was also young or seemed to be young. It was vibrant with the power of life in all its incarnations. It was virginity.
I don’t mean that it was just a virgin’s maidenhood. It was much more than that. It was as if the hymen were visible through the skin and sparse hairs. It had the blush of naivety and inexperience and yet the coldness of infinite prevention. It was the perfect tease. The lips parted barely as if unaware of the need to ever clench and softly from my vantage position I could see the clit.
That is the memory that scarred deepest into my brain. It was pure and obvious and wet and oddly colored perfect silver, like the silver of moonlight or of the threads of the Fates. It shone across the water and yet didn’t really shine. In fact, it seemed to both stand out and hide as if embarrassed to be apparent. It begged to be touched, nibbled, rubbed, licked. In a moment I came up with uses for that small bump that not even my brother’s or hunting mate’s told me of. My mind was exploding with lust and possibilities and that forbidden silver nub.
I was transfixed by it, felt my eyes fixate closer and closer until all I could see was the maidenhood and the clit. I don’t know from what strange power I saw it this way, but I was thankful. It filled my vision and I could imagine the scent. It would be pure and sweet and smell slightly of the animalistic energy of the hunt. It would have, if he had been that close, kept him so docile that he would never have noticed that he was now turned into some wild beast and sent towards my friends to die.
Suddenly a hand crossed into my square of vision. It began to cleanse the forbidden spot, tenderly and awkwardly as if the goddess didn’t want to admit what went on down there. Softly, her fingers spread her lips as she cleansed with water and some strange fluid. She moved methodically, letting her fingers swirl but not titillate. She didn’t seem to do it for the enjoyment like Phoebe, but I noticed that her hand dwelled down there for a bit more time than should be necessary.
The fingers swirled faster and began to travel upwards toward the silver nub and began to rub and shine that. They circled and covered and rubbed and briefly twisted it and slowly the whole mound began to open and glisten. My breath stuck in the back of my throat. I was witnessing a goddess pleasure herself. More importantly, I was watching the VIRGIN goddess play with herself. This was a sight no one, nothing got to see. I suspected that if I could have looked up, the doe would have its head turned away.
The actions grew faster and more intense and the mound began to move back and forth, swinging the petals of her labia gently. The motion was like a gentle wave like might be made by the wind on the taller trees or on the waters of the lake up in the mountains. Everything pulsed around her fingers moving faster and faster around her silver nub pausing seldom to dip a finger or two into the opening maidenhood. It was a perfect motion. It exuded lust across the clearing and below me my manhood was growing painfully turgid and was beginning to twitch in time to her waves.
The waves built up, growing slowly faster as her hands sped to a blur on the edge of my mortal sight. After a minute or an hour or some manner of time between, her hands disappearing into the speed of her motion, her hips rocking faster and faster, she came. It came as the sound of a flock of birds rising in the air, a stag roaring, a rustle of birdcalls and hundreds of natural noises. It was deafening and yet hidden. I remember being unable to hear anything but it and yet I can’t even remember it very well. All I know is that it occurred and in the explosion of orgasm, I came to. I didn’t even notice it, but my manhood began to spill my white sperm on the ground before me. I let out spurt after spurt until finally I passed out.
I woke up later. The sun was pointing towards mid-afternoon and I knew it was time to head back to the village. The sight of the silver nub of Artemis burned upon my memory as I stumbled carrying my hares over my shoulder. It seemed in some ways a dream, but I knew it hadn’t been. When I came to the village carrying only five rabbits, Arimedes moved to chastise me but fell short when he looked into my eyes. I don’t know what he saw there but he changed his tune immediately and at the next Mounikhia, allowed me to join him on the stag hunt.
As the years went by, I received great respect from both my family and friends and it wasn’t long before I was wed to Ortheia, Phoebe’s younger sister. She was considered not as beautiful as Phoebe because her hips were not as wide and her breasts were not as large and round, but I found myself loving it much more than the body of her sister.
Over the years I pleasured her well in the act of lovemaking, enjoying nothing more than to taste and pluck at her maidenhood before and after intercourse. She enjoyed this immensely and for much of my life, many of the other wives look at me with respect and at my wife with jealousy. Her sister especially, whose husband, Arktos has turned into a drunken bum over the years.
My wife has often told me how transfixed she is by me and how when I am aroused my eyes seem to have tiny silver lights in them. I doubt this is true, but I can’t help wondering. And in that wondering, I remember the sight that even my wife can’t live up to:
The perfection of the goddess and how strongly her silver nub shone when she came.

“I really wish you hadn’t convinced me to wear this bathing suit!” Jennie sighed as a couple of young guys passed them on the beach.
“Why?” Greg grinned. “Don’t you like the attention you’re getting?”
“I feel like every guy on the beach is staring at me!” Jennie replied.
“They are!” her husband laughed. “Not to mention quite a few of the girls.”
“Greg!” Jennie cried. “How could you say such a thing?”
“Because it’s true,” he replied with a shrug. “I don’t blame them. You look amazing in that bikini!”
“I’ve never worn one before in public,” Jennie said. “If my mother saw me now…”
“…she’d pass out!” Greg finished. “But she’s not here and I am. I like seeing you in your bikini. To be honest, I like seeing the attention you get while wearing it.”
“Really?” she asked in surprise.
“Definitely!” he smiled. “I know how lucky I am to have you for a wife, but it never hurts to be reminded by your many adorers.”
“You’re so bad!” Jennie cried, but she finally relaxed and smiled slightly. They lay silently on their blanket for a while and enjoyed the sun. Mindy had the children today for a function by the pool. Vacation was only just starting and both of them needed it badly.
“Greg, I want to go cool off in the ocean,” Jennie said eventually.
“Go ahead,” he smiled.
“Don’t you want to come with me?”