[To avoid confusion, I should point out that this story begins with all parties naked, which is normal at Whitehound. See
"The Whitehound Community" for more background.]I had a strange, but delightful experience when I was at Whitehound last weekend. We had a potluck, and I was standing by myself, eating, when over the babble of voices, I heard a girl say, "I wouldn't like all that stuff hanging between my legs."
I looked towards the voice and saw two girls, a few years younger than me, and - sure enough - they were looking at my equipment. It seemed a bit of an odd comment, although at that moment I was exceptionally relaxed; my balls were hanging down a good four inches, and my dick dangled even lower.
Anyway, I shrugged and said, "Oh it's not so bad. It mostly stays out of the way, and it can feel pretty good between your thighs."
"Maybe, but doesn't it hurt your balls when you squeeze your legs together?" the thinner girl objected.
"No, not really, they're tougher than that. Now, if you sit down on a bicycle seat without paying attention, that can be painful!" I conceded. (This seemed like a weird discussion to be having with two young girls, but it was all in good fun.)
"That's what I mean," said the pudgier girl, the one who had made the original remark. "With all that stuff hanging there, you can't just sit. Or put your thighs together without moving it out of the way. It must just feel crowded in there."
I noticed that her slightly plump thighs were pressed together along their length, leaving only a sight gap at her pubes. This, and the whole conversation, was solving my "dangling problem," since my dick was beginning to stiffen and my balls were tightening up. Although I normally wouldn't have been interested in girls their apparent age, the discussion was turning me on, and so I noticed with some disappointment that they didn't have their "licenses." [The bracelet that shows they are mature enough to consent to have sex; see "The Whitehound Community."]
Anyway, after this "ice breaker" we introduced ourselves. The one who made the remark about the stuff between my legs is named Ellen. She is a little on the pudgy side, with a waist about as wide as her hips. Her breasts are somewhat less that apple size and, though firmly planted on her chest, look as though they would be soft to squeeze. She has a head of curly brown hair.
The other girl is Daphne. She is thin but has noticeable hips. Her breasts are quite small, pancakes I guess they would be called, but her nipples are large in comparison. She has a head of unbound, waist-length blond hair - and she exudes sexuality!
Neither girl is very tall, but each is attractive in her way. Although I never asked their ages, I think I am correct in judging them to be three or four years younger than me.
"Now that we know each other," Ellen said, "why don't we go someplace where we can talk more about the pros and cons of male anatomy."
"Uhh, I don't know," I said nervously; I wondered who had been listening to our conversation, since I didn't want anyone to think I was hitting up on unlicensed girls.
"Why not? What's wrong?" said Ellen.
"He's worried," Daphne said with exasperation, "that we don't have our 'Old Enough To Say Yes' bracelets."
"Oh, we don't want to fuck you," Ellen said brightly; I glanced around again to see who was listening. "We just want to talk and, you know, look at you cock and stuff."
"Actually we do want to fuck you," Daphne corrected, "but it's against the rules. Talking and looking is OK, but touching isn't."
Ellen added, "You can't - you know - put anything in."
"Not anywhere!" Daphne added, with evident disgust.
"So it's OK!" Ellen said brightly. "Will you come then?"
"I guess so, if it's really OK," I said.
"Sure it is," said Daphne. "Look, I'll even ask permission if that makes you feel better."
She approached a man, whom I knew only as Mark, a couple yards away, and said "You don't mind if Ellen and I drag John off for a chat, do you?" She said it loud enough for everyone to hear, but no one seemed to pay attention.
Mark glanced at me and said, "Sure, why not?"
"Even if we talk dirty?" she asked maliciously.
"What, I think you're going to discuss physics with a good-looking guy? You know the rules!"
Then he turned to me and added, "Don't let these two Sirens hold you prisoner. They pounce on every new guy in the Forest. A half hour of their 'talk' can be more tiring than an all-night orgy!"
I mumbled some assurance that I wouldn't let them pester me, and so, with his blessings, the girls led me to a more private place, a pleasant grassy clearing surrounded by trees. Along the way Ellen had grabbed a couple blankets to sit on.
After we had settled down, the girls on one blanket, me on the other, Ellen said, "OK, then, back to business!"
"Business?" I asked.
"Yes, the business between your legs!" They both giggled.
"Oh, yeh," I chuckled. "What about it?"
"Aren't you going to play with it?" Ellen asked. "That's what guys usually do when they're turned on, isn't it?"
"Or aren't we pretty enough to turn you on?" Daphne taunted. She stood up and walked toward me, exaggerating the sway of her hips. Then she turned around, bent over, and rolled her butt in my face. I could see her hairy pussy.
Then Ellen got up and came forward, cupping her breasts in her hands.
"Don't these tits make you want to jerk off?"
"On the contrary," I laughed, "you are both gorgeous young ladies, and you are definitely having an effect on me." I pointed to my stiffening dick. "The proof is in the pecker," I added.
Daphne turned to face me, and the two stood looking at my crotch.
"Wow, look at the size of that thing," Ellen said. "I told you he would have a big woody!"
"Yeh, that's all you could think about," Daphne teased. "I bet you couldn't even take it in!"
"I fucking well could!"
"I know I could," Daphne said wistfully
"Yeh, no doubt," Ellen said, "you shove your whole friggin hand in your cunt!"
"Shut up bitch! You'll scare him off."
"Don't worry," I laughed. "You're just turning me on more."
Ellen moved beside Daphne and poked her in the side. "What do you think, Daphne?" she asked, "Are you enjoying looking at him sit here?"
"I'll tell you what I think," Daphne said with mock indignation. "I didn't come all the way out here just to see a fucking cock. I can see all the fucking cocks I want around the Forest."
"It's getting hard," Ellen volunteered.
"Well it fucking well better get hard," Daphne continued. "We've made plenty of dicks hard around this place. But it's going to take more than a hard dick to get me off. I see enough of them around the Forest. I want to see some action!"
That said, she put her hands on her hips and stood defiantly in front of me.
"Some action?" I said doubtfully.
"Some action," Daphne said, "as in jerking off."
"Yeh, as in beating the meat," Ellen mocked.
"A hand job!" Daphne added
"Or, dare we say, 'self abuse'."
"OK, OK," I laughed, "I get the idea. Surely you girls have seen guys jerking off around here; you can hardly avoid it."
"Of course we have," said Ellen, "but not jerking off for us, because of us! That's the closest we can get to real sex before we get our Fuck Me Bracelets."
"Ah," I said, "I get the idea. Group masturbation as a substitute for real intercourse."
"Wow, you make it sound like so much fucking fun," Daphne replied, "but it's all we've got, you know?"
"OK, I'm sorry," I replied. "There's nothing wrong with it; it can certainly be fun. But if we're going to do that, you're going to have to do your part and keep me turned on."
"No problem!" they said in unison. "What's your pleasure?"
"Hmmm," I mused, "since we're not allowed to touch, I can't play with your lovely bodies and give you pleasure. So you'll have to do it yourselves, and we'll both have to imagine it's me doing it. We can also imagine that you are playing with my dick instead of me doing it."
"OK, how should we start?" Ellen asked.
"Well, just for variety, why don't you play with your breasts while Daphne plays with her pussy."
"Figures you'd want Ellen to be the one to play with her tits," Daphne said, not entirely in jest. "Like I haven't got tits! You guys are all the same: bigger is better."
"And you girls don't like bigger?" I mocked, "leaning back so my dick stood out like a flagpole."
"Yes, well maybe that's part of the reason we picked you out of the crowd," said Daphne.
"Well, maybe most of the reason," said Ellen.
"OK, OK," said Daphne, "the whole fucking reason. I admit it. We walked in there and saw your cock and balls hanging half way to your fucking knees, like a fucking satyr's, and we said to each other, 'We have to get to know this cock better and get some fun out of it.' We didn't notice your face; we didn't look at your face; we wouldn't have noticed if you were headless! Now that that's settled, let's get on with the fucking sex."
"Or non-fucking sex," Ellen added wistfully.
"I'm think I'm getting soft, girls," I remarked, flopping my flaccid but still lengthened dick.
"Oh no!" Daphne mocked alarm. "We must come to the rescue of Dick Limp!"
"Nymphets to the rescue!" yelled Ellen. She put her boobs a foot in front of my face and began to fondle them, accompanied by sounds of growing enjoyment.
Daphne took her cue and lay back on a blanket with her pussy facing me. She spread her legs wider than I would have thought possible, exposing her pussy clearly to my view. With her fingers she gently teased out her inner lips and spread them wide like the petals of an exotic flower. Her cunt hole was opened wide, and I see down it, that is, before she shoved three fingers in, and started fucking herself.
Well, I didn't need any more encouragement, and I was happy to stroke myself while they played their games.
I noticed that Ellen was leaning back and that her right hand had slipped down toward her pussy, and that her fingers were starting to probe it more deeply; she still caressed her breasts with the left hand. Soon however, she was writhing on her back, oblivious to both of us while she fingered herself with one hand and with the other rubbed her bush, thighs, tits, and anything else in reach.
Daphne had also been moaning in pleasure as she fingered herself, but after a few minutes she sat up, and continued diddling herself lightly, as she watched Ellen and I in turn.
She pointed toward Ellen with her thumb and said, "This is always the way it is with her. She gets into her cunt and she never gets out. She'll be there squirming and groaning for hours."
In truth, it didn't seem like Ellen would be paying much attention to us for a while; she was on her own planet.
Daphne continued, "I tell you, if you want to get any tit action, you'll have to get it from me."
She began to move toward me on her knees. Her hands completely covered her small breasts, but she twiddled her large nipples, which were very erect. She moved them to within six inches of my face, and continued to caress them while making little moans of delight. They were within inches of my lips, and I could feel my lips puckering as though to kiss them, but I remembered the rules and held back. At one point she brought her right nipple to within an inch of my mouth. I could smell its warmth, but as I gasped with desire, she drew back, laughing wickedly. She leaned back on her haunches, one hand caressing her tit, the other back in her pussy.
"Not bad, for micro tits," she said.
"Not bad at all," I gasped, as I began to feel the pressure rebuilding in my cock.
"Then when are you going to start jerking on your cock?" she asked.
"I am, I'm jerking off."
"But your stroking it, not jerking it."
"Oh," I laughed. We don't actually jerk on it. That would hurt! But when we get stroking it really fast and vigorous it looks like jerking."
She continued to watch closely, so I showed her some variety. I stroked my dick lightly, and played with its head. Sometimes I did full long strokes, sometimes I rubbed it against my thighs or stomach.
"You like to play with that big red thing on the end," she observed, "don't you?"
"Yes," I gasped, "it's very sensitive when it's swollen full like this. Just a touch can send me wild."
To illustrate, I held my dick in one hand and tickled my head with my finger tips until I was involuntarily whimpering with ecstasy. Daphne watched fascinated.
When I came off that peak I turned my attention to my nuts. I started massaging them vigorously, which made my stiff dick dance.
"Doesn't that hurt, squeezing your balls like that?"
"No, it feels real good. You can mess with them a lot more than that before it hurts."
"Let me look at your dick," Daphne said. "I've never seen such a hard cock from so close."
So I let go of my dick and kneeled with my boner sticking straight out where she could see it. She moved close and stared at it from a distance of a foot or less.
"Look at those bulging veins! Your not going to, like, blow a blood vessel or anything, are you?"
"Not to worry," I laughed. "It takes a lot of blood to keep it pumped up and stiff. That's why it's so hot too."
Her hand moved, just a little, as though to touch it, but she held back.
"Yeh, I can feel the heat on my face," she murmured.
I longed to move my dick the few inches between us, and to feel her cool cheek on my burning head, but I resisted.
To distract myself from forbidden acts, I went back to work on my dick. I started with long slow strokes, which became faster as the pleasure built. My cock was already bloated and hot, exquisitely sensitive over every bit of its surface. I turned my attention completely to the expanding pleasure.
Suddenly I realized I was going to cum and there was no stopping it.
"Oh shit," I cried, "I'm going to cum!"
"Oh yeh!" cried Daphne, "I want to see it!"
I went onto my knees, jerking hard, and she moved up beside me, within a foot of my dick.
"He's cumming, Ellen!" she shouted. Ellen opened her eyes and looked my way, but didn't stop fucking herself.
"Ah fuck, I'm cumming!" I cried as gobs of cum began to spurt from my dick.
"Oh look, oh look!" Daphne cried. "He's spraying semen all over the place! I wanted to see it so bad! Thank you, Goddess!"
One drop even landed on Ellen's tummy, and I thought Daphne looked definitely jealous. But soon she had forgotten it in her euphoria.
She sang in delight, "We made John cu-um! We made John cu-um!" She stared into my eyes and said, "We had sex even without you sticking your cock in my cunt, didn't we? Without even touching! We fucked each other! I love you John!"
She threw her arms around me and planted a kiss on my cheek. I noted that, in spite of the rules, her tits were touching mine, but it was chaste enough.
Through all this Ellen was still in her own world. I threw my blanket over a log and sat on it, my limp dick hanging down between my thighs. Daphne came over and sat beside me, moving her hips into contact with mine. I gave her a look like "Is this kosher?" and she said, "It's OK because you're like empty now, right? And you can't make your cock stiff now, right? So like you can't do anything with it anyway, right? So it's just like we're friends, not lovers."
It didn't seem like the time to go into the details of male sexual physiology, so I just said, "You don't have anything to worry about." As though to prove my point, I grabbed my long, limp dick and shook it around a bit, a bit more than necessary I suppose. "Can't do much with this," I confirmed.
She watched, fascinated, and then put her arm around me and gave me a little hug. When she dropped her arm, she left her shoulder and hips against mine. I looked down at her chest and admired her modest little breasts with their proud nipples. Several strands of her long blond hair came across her shoulder and descended between her tits. I looked down further to where I could just make out her crack through a fine mist of golden hair.
As much as I was admiring Daphne, I realized that she was staring at my dick. As though she had read my thoughts, she said, "Cocks are so weird. A few minutes ago it was hard and stiff, and now it's hanging there like an empty rubber."
"What would you know about empty rubbers?" I asked.
"Of course I've seen 'em. You should be more worried about my familiarity with full rubbers!"
"I guess you're right," I laughed.
Ellen was still going at it and I asked, "How long does this go on?"
"You wouldn't believe it; she can go for hours," Daphne replied.
"She's going to rub her clit right off."
"She couldn't live without her clit, that's for sure. She's in love with her pussy and fucks herself about any time she can."
"Hmm," was all I said, thinking that Ellen's obsession was a fascinating idea. At that moment she was squeezing her tit with her left hand again, while her right was busy with her clit.
"It's going to take a man with endurance to satisfy her," I mused out loud.
"Like you?" Daphne nudged me.
"I don't know; I would have to go into training."
"I could be your trainer."
"I expect you could," I chuckled.
"It's hard work..."
"But someone's got to do it," I finished. It's certainly interesting the way she goes at it."
"I can see that," Daphne said, leaning slightly forward and looking toward my crotch.
Indeed, my dick had been stiffening ever so slightly as I watched Ellen; Daphne's warm body against mine didn't hurt either. My dick had become noticeably swollen, a fact not missed by Daphne's unfailing attention. Thinking about her staring at it caused it to begin to lift off the log, and I involuntarily pumped it a couple times.
"Oh Goddess! You're moving it!" Daphne laughed. "Why are you doing that? To impress me, or scare me, or turn me on, or what?"
"None of the above," I laughed. "It just kind of happened when I noticed it was getting hard."
"You mean it moves on its own? That's creepy!"
"No, I can control it. Here's a demonstration, just for you." So I did "Shave and a haircut: two bits" for her.
She hugged me in delight and said "That's great!"
Looking toward Ellen, Daphne asked, "So does she turn you on."
"Yes, of course, but so do you. You're very very sexy! You made me cum, after all."
"Was it really me? I'm so glad! Ellen is sexy in her own way though. She's so cuddly. And her tits are more fun than mine. Do you think I'm lesbian?"
"You?" I asked. "No - well maybe - I don't know. I would guess you're at least bisexual, since you like men. But if women turn you on too, there's nothing wrong with that."
"I'm glad you said that," Daphne said, her eyes fixed on Ellen, "because I'm going to do it!"
With that she jumped up and ran over to Ellen. "Leave those tits alone! They're mine!" she shouted and crawled up between Ellen's legs and onto her tummy. She fastened her hands on Ellen's boobs and began massaging vigorously. Ellen's right hand was still in her pussy, between the girls' tummies. They writhed together in an ecstasy I can only imagine.
I was having my own pleasure watching them. My cock had swollen into a thick, hot, gnarly log. It was bloated and exquisitely sensitive everywhere. The sensation was almost more than I could stand and I sensed the cliff edge of my orgasm approaching.
"Oh God, Daphne, Ellen, you girls are so hot, you are going to give me a second orgasm!"
"Come over here!" Daphne called. "Come closer so we can watch!"
I got down on my knees and moved up beside their blanket. I was less than two feet from their entwined bodies. I was stroking fast now, switching hands so as not to miss a beat. Inevitably I felt the sudden swell of pressure in my cock.
"Oh shit, oh shit! I'm going to cum!"
"Good! Good!" Daphne gasped. "We want to watch!" Without hardly slowing their love making, they both turned toward my throbbing cock.
"Oh God, oh fuck, I'm cumming" I cried as I felt the pulsing surges down my shaft.
The gobs began to fly and both the girls squealed. They stopped caressing each other to watch me pump out my seed. I was so absorbed in my orgasm that I hardly noticed that my cum was flying all over the girls. Some landed on Daphne's shoulder and ass, some on Ellen's boobs and tummy. One gob even landed on her upper lip.
When I had pumped myself dry, I sank back on my haunches, panting, still holding my sticky dick, with a big drop of semen hanging on the end. The girls stared awestruck.
After a few moments Daphne looked at Ellen's face and let out a tiny gasp. "Some of his stuff is on your lip," she whispered.
Like a reflex reaction, Ellen licked it into her mouth. Daphne gasped again and said, "I can't believe you did that! That came out of his cock. Gross!"
"What's gross about it?" Ellen shrugged. Then she wiped a gob off Daphne's shoulder with her finger and very deliberately put it in her mouth.
"Oh, you think you're so good," Daphne said. "I'll show you." Then she began voraciously devouring all of my cum that she could find on Ellen's body. She spent much more time than necessary sucking it off her boobs, I think. I longed for her to eat her fill at the source, but - alas! - it was not to be.
After a few minutes, Daphne got up off of Ellen and sat back, looking at me wide-eyed. "I can taste your cum," she whispered. "It's like I gave you head. I've tasted your seed, John."
I didn't know what to say; I just stared back.
Ellen had spotted a gob of my cum on her own thigh in her groin.
"Look at this, so near my pussy," she whispered. "It almost landed in it." She wiped it up with her finger tip and said, mostly to herself, "If I put this in me, it's just like John fucked me."
Daphne jerked up and said, "There better be some for me so I can be fucked too!"
Then I jumped up and grabbed Ellen's wrist, "Stop! Girls, please, no, or we'll all be fucked, and not in a good way."
That kind of brought them out of their dream. "I bet we could get pregnant that way, huh?" Daphne said.
"You bet," I answered quickly. "Well, I don't actually know, but it's not a chance I want to take."
"You're right," Ellen sighed. "No cum in my pussy until I get my License to Screw."
"Well, girls," I said, thinking that this might be a good time to wrap things up, "this has been really wonderful. You are two really hot chicks, and this has been some of the best sex I have ever had, even if it was 'non-contact'. It blows my mind when I imagine what you will be like with your lovers."
"I hope you will be one of them, John," Daphne said quietly.
"Yeh, me too," Ellen added quickly.
"That would be wonderful, and I look forward to it," I replied. I stood, bowed to them, and said "Namaste! I bow to the Goddess in each of you." Then I turned and left the clearing without looking back.
Ah, anticipation! I've never been interested much in girls their age before, but now I find myself hoping they get their "licenses" soon! I wonder if the Whitehound Community issues learners permits?
Comments on this story are welcome!
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Last revised February 9, 2003