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Subject: "The Adventures of Me and Martha Jane" Part 12B
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The Adventures of Me and Martha Jane
Part 12B
I didn't move. I lay rigid.
Martha said, "Come on, roll over, you don't want your chest to peel,
do you?" and I didn't move, and I heard Martha make a little laugh
and she gave my shoulder a nudge and said, "Come on, roll over.
What's the matter?" and Ronnie said, "Uh, Martha, I think we got
Steven a little, uh, al dente, with all that lip stuff." Martha
laughed again and asked with obvious amusement, "Steven, are you
hard?" and I didn't move and she asked, "Are you?" and I nodded
yes, and both women laughed. Martha said, "Come on, it won't be
anything we haven't seen before," and I shook my head no, and Ronnie
said, "Oh, Martha, don't push him. I don't care myself, but you saw
how embarrassed he was on the beach today. Come on," and Martha
implored sweetly, "Oh, come on, Steven, don't be ashamed of feeling
good. Doesn't it feel good?" and I nodded and she said, "So come
on and roll over," and I shook my head, firmly this time, and Martha
asked, "How about if Ronnie closes her eyes?" and I shook my head
no again, and then Ronnie's lips were near my ear and she whispered
playfully, "You want us to wait a minute? I forget that guys are
more bashful about this sort of thing than women are. It's easier
for us girls to hide the, uh, visual effects, y'know? Want us to
wait? We'll wait if you want. C'mon, say yes," and I nodded yes,
and her hand touched the back of my neck and she said to Martha,
"Martha, he really is touchable," and Martha said, "Ronnie, I don't
think that's helping," and Ronnie removed her hand and said, "Yeah,
right. Sorry," and I heard and felt them both sit up and Martha
sighed and said, "Okay, Steven, we'll wait if you want. I don't
want to embarrass you, you know that," and Ronnie said, "Come on,
Steven, I understand," and she chuckled and then I heard them both
give muffled, whispered laughs and Martha said, "I hope we didn't
overdo it.' and Ronnie said, "Oh, he can't be that excited
already," and Martha said, "Ronnie, see how different it is when
you're gentle, and loving, and your body is nice to someone else's?"
and Ronnie said, "Jeez, I'm so used to just being grabbed and
pitched around," and Martha said, "Well, some people like that," and
Ronnie said, "I'm tired of the volleyball treatment, myself," and
Martha said, "Steven has such a nice body," and Ronnie asked, "Ready
yet, Steven?" and I muttered "Almost" against my arm, and Ronnie
said, "Martha, he can't be that big," and Martha said "Steven's big,
hon," and Ronnie said impatiently, "Martha, so how do you know so
much about his recent development? Huh? So...you're just gonna sit
there with that secret grin of yours, and not let me in on this?
Steven, looks like Martha doesn't snitch. You can be proud of her,"
and Martha said slyly "Keeps you guessing, Ron," and Ronnie said
sarcastically "I'm guessing, Martha, definitely guessing," and
Martha called, "Steee-vennn. Come on. Did you calm down yet?" and
I shook my head no and she complained "Hon, aren't you down just a
little?" and I said "Almost" and Ronnie asked Martha again "How
big, Martha? Come on," and Martha said "Size doesn't matter,
Ronnie, it's shape that counts," and Ronnie asked, "Shape?" and
Martha said "You'll see. Come on, Steven," and I reluctantly raised
my head and groaned "Okay" and shifted onto my side, and saw Martha
peering around my body at my slowly settling but prominent cock and
she smiled and said, "Okay, that's better," and Ronnie gave me a
chummy wink and mouthed the words "It's okay." Martha wetted her
hand and spread the lotion onto my chest and gently shoved me onto
my back. I shifted to get comfortable on the floor and put my hands
behind my head and Martha and Ronnie settled onto their haunches on
either side of me and I closed my eyes.
Martha rubbed my chest and waist and my left leg and Ronnie said
"Here, gimme some, Martha," and she lotioned my right leg firmly and
for the moment, at least, my cock lay flopped over to one side and
behaved, but my scrotum ached, and then Martha began to feather her
palms across my tummy and waist and then along my upper thighs and
she asked "Feel nice?" and I nodded and Martha whispered "Steven is
so flat here and so nicely rounded along his legs. See? Even his
knees are cute," and Ronnie whispered "I can see, Martha, don't rub
it in. I'd die for a figure like this, and I'm not even a guy."
Martha whispered "Steven, are my hands threatening? Do they feel
nice?" I nodded, and Martha told Ronnie "He doesn't like to be
grabbed, he likes to be caressed, like this," and she ran three
joined fingertips lightly in wide circles across my upper thighs and
lower tummy and I felt my cock lurch upward in the air and Martha
said "See?" and I heard Ronnie utter in wonderment, "Look," and
Martha said, "Yes," and I opened my eyes and looked down and Ronnie
was staring at the bead of precum on my tip that glistened in the
candlelight and then she used two fingers to gently wipe the smear
away and I jerked and they both giggled, and Ronnie held up her
fingers and rubbed them against each other and whispered "He's wet,"
and then her eyes found Martha's and Ronnie grinned and blushed and
said "Oh, I think...is this starting to feel a little illicit?" and
Martha's eyes twinkled and she nodded and Ronnie gazed at the glossy
smear she rubbed between her upheld fingers and mused throatily "Me
too. I'm at least this wet myself, right now," and Martha whispered
furtively 'Me too" and they grinned at each other again and Ronnie
looked at my cock, which had just nodded and urged its way upward
into the air and Ronnie whispered, "It's a perfect shape, Martha.
Steven, the doctors did a great job on you," and Martha said, "They
must have. Isn't he nice?" and Ronnie whispered, pleased and
captivated, staring at my cock, "Oh, very nice. You were a lucky
little girl, Martha," and Ronnie reached toward my cock but stopped
and asked, "Martha, should I?" and Martha grinned and said
"Carefully, very carefully," and Ronnie glanced at me and asked
"Okay?" and I cleared my throat and paused and Martha said "Well,
maybe Steven should say so," and Ronnie pouted and said "Awww," and
I said "Okay," and I closed my eyes, waiting, and after a second or
two I felt Ronnie's long, soft fingers coil around me amiably and my
shaft gave her a little throb hello and the heat and texture of her
fingers and palm soaked through my flesh and into my thighs. Ronnie
whispered "Martha, I see what you mean. It's the shape. Yeah, the
shape. Mmm," and Martha warned "I think this might be a little too
much right now, Ronnie," and Ronnie let go of me and I realized my
back was arched upward and I relaxed onto the floor with a gasp and
Ronnie asked "You okay, sweetheart?" and I said, my voice showing
signs of strain, "Yes. Fine." Martha laughed and said
sympathetically, "Oh, hon, you look so worried!" and she bent down
and kissed my cheek and whispered, "Don't fret, hon, it'll be okay,"
and she rose and reached for the bottle of lotion and I said
uneasily "if you say so" and she said "It will. Okay, Steven, time
for you to make me and Ronnie look ridiculous. Come on. Wanna do
my front?"
Martha moved away from me and I raised up. She lay on her back on
the floor and put one hand under head and rested, relaxed and
supine. Her eyes met mine and her relaxed face was soft and her
eyes waiting. She listlessly held the bottle of lotion up to me and
said, "I don't want my front to peel, either." I squeezed lotion
into one hand and rested on my elbow, reclining on my side along
Martha's length, and smeared and rubbed the lotion into her chest
and ribs and Martha turned her head away and closed her eyes and I
rubbed between her breasts and then massaged her breasts gently and
then circled my open palms more lightly around her nipples and she
looked up and smiled and watched my hands on her. I got more lotion
and massaged along the tops of her thighs and calves, and then
lightly along the inside of her thighs and Ronnie moved and knelt
closer behind me and watched and Martha looked up and past me as
Ronnie reclined on her side behind me and I felt her soft length
rest against me and a breast flattened against my back and Ronnie
ran her fingers softly along the side of my uppermost thigh and my
cock started hardening again and Martha grinned at me, and then I
finished with the tickling strokes along her thighs and she parted
her legs slightly as I ran a finger along the very edge of her
mound, and then she watched as I grabbed the bottle and squirted a
drop on my finger and smeared it between two fingers, and then I
dabbed a little on one of Martha's nipples and then on the other and
smiled at her as she looked down to watch my fingers gently pluck at
her nipples. She sighed and her eyes narrowed and she looked at me
and whispered "yes" as I trailed a finger down her tummy and then
softly, slowly, cupped her mound, my fingers pointing downward, and
we looked at each other and I felt Ronnie's hand stop on me and felt
her watching too as I looked into Martha's eyes, and Martha's gave
me a small, subtle nod and looked down as I pressed my palm into her
mound and made a slow circle, then another, and she closed her eyes,
and then I bent my middle finger and probed past her thick, wet cunt
lips and her breath wobbled and she closed around my finger as my
finger gradually entered and then my finger searched for and found
the secret spot inside her and pressed and massaged it and her
thighs whispered apart and she breathed more slowly. I withdrew my
finger and made a circle on her clit and she sighed, and I inserted
my finger again and finger fucked her very, very slowly with my palm
resting on her, and I heard Ronnie breathe behind me and for a brief
while the only sound in the room was the two women breathing, and
then Martha reached down to still my hand and she looked at me and
bit her lower hip and whispered "Not yet." She glanced at Ronnie
and whispered "Be nice to Ronnie, too." I withdrew my finger and
turned to Ronnie, who scooted back to give me room to turn around,
and she then lay back with one arm draped over her head and the
other across her slightly rounded tummy and smiled at me
lethargically and I smiled back bashfully as I shifted to my other
side and wet my hand and began slowly spreading lotion on her sides
and waist and then on her shoulders, and my shaft firmed a little
more and lay against Ronnie's thigh as my brain swirled, and my
hands felt the new sensations of a new female body, a body softer
and even warmer than Martha's, Ronnie's warm flesh less silky and
less firm than Martha's but tempting nevertheless, baby-soft skin
overlaying a firmness underneath, skin that seemed to melt under my
hand and cling to my palm as I massaged between her breasts, and her
head fell to one side and she closed her eyes as I cupped her
breasts, soft globes that sloped lower than Martha's and were less
solidly round, but more yielding and puffy and moist, and then I put
a drop of lotion on her nipples and gently squeezed and then Martha
leaned against me and ran her hand down my arm and whispered softly
"She likes you to pinch them a little," and I turned a little and
asked Martha "How do you know?" and Martha said "She told me," so I
squeezed Ronnie's nipples a little more purposefully and when
nothing happened I squeezed a little more, carefully, not wanting to
hurt her, and Ronnie's closed eyes fluttered and she smiled and
nodded and I gave her nipples several slow, tight tugs with the wet
lotion and she sighed with her eyes still closed and whispered "Yes"
and I felt Martha smile against my back and Martha whispered "See?"
and I nodded and worked Ronnie's dark nipples until they budded and
hardened, and then I got more lotion and applied it to the outside
and tops of her thighs and then began working more slowly and more
lightly and more tantalizingly along her inner thighs below and then
above her knees, and then with long feathery strokes I made the
first approach upward along the inside of her thighs toward her
cunt, and I heard her draw in her breath and looked at her as she
lay with her head still turned to one side, and I moved higher along
her thigh and felt Martha watching me from over my shoulder, and
adding to my excitement was an oddly pleasurable fascination when I
discovered that her thigh was so slim and delicate that my hand
could wrap itself halfway around it and then Martha's hand stopped
moving on my arm as I neared Ronnie's crotch and stroked the tender
flesh on the uppermost part of the inside of Ronnie's thighs, and
the edge of my hand grazed her soft and glistening black curls and
her hips twitched and she uttered "Oh," and then I let my hand graze
her wet outer lips once or twice as I stroked and I felt a
fluttering under the flesh of her thighs, and then I placed my palm
on her tummy and scooted up a little on my side and Martha followed
me and watched with her face on my shoulder as I placed my palm on
Ronnie's tummy and held it there gently for a few seconds and then
turned my palm so the fingers pointed toward her cunt, and then I
slid my hand down until I touched her dark whorl and I made a little
circle with my palm that moved farther down and Ronnie's neck tensed
and her thighs parted as I moved my palm lower and then I moved my
palm down and covered her mound, her curls leaving small beads of
wet on my skin, and Ronnie's hips arched and she gulped and I
pressed against her mound and started making firm, slow circles on
her and she gulped again, and then I pressed my middle finger
slightly and kept making small circles on her and then Ronnie turned
her head toward me and smiled and opened her eyes and her smile
widened sultrily and she whispered "Go ahead. Do it," and I pushed
my finger into her and her eyes glistened and she raised her hips
against my hand and she mouthed a quiet, smolderingly sensual
"Yeah," and my middle finger slowly pumped in and out and she looked
down to watch my finger fucking her and my finger found that she was
much narrower than Martha, smaller, less lubricous but more
clinging, and I pulled my finger out of her gently and she sighed a
soft "Mmmm" and my finger searched for her clit and found it was
short and smallish but hardening and hot, and I made a circle
directly on it and Ronnie's body seemed to sink into the floor and
her thighs parted and she said happily "Oh yeah," and I made a
firmer circle on her clit and Ronnie's eyes half-closed and she
looked up at me and narrowed her eyes and whispered soothingly
"That's so good," and Martha moved from me and lay on her tummy with
her head near Ronnie's and asked "Is he doing it right?" and Ronnie
looked down at my circling finger and her hips bobbed slowly and
Ronnie whispered "Yeah," and she gulped hard and gasped and said
"Ah," and then she gulped again and said, "Martha, no one ever did
this to me," and Martha smiled at her and whispered "Nice, isn't
it?" and Ronnie nodded and looked down at my finger and breathed
"Oh, yes, it's so...easy and so...so lewd," and I circled her clit a
few more times and then held my finger in her a minute, staying
still to let her know I was finished for the moment, and her hips
quieted and she caught her breath and then I pulled my finger out of
her and she smiled at me and said "Mmm" contentedly.
I looked at Martha, whose eyes met mine, and I stretched my neck and
lifted on my arms and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. After I
kissed her, Martha looked into my eyes for a long moment and put her
hand on my cheek and touched, barely touched, her lips to mine
again, and then Martha lay on her back and stretched out and
beckoned me with her finger and I shifted to my other side and
leaned over her, my eyes asking her what she wanted, and she cupped
her left breast for me and I craned my neck down and licked and she
whispered "Lips, hon," and I made sleepy glides across her breast
with my inner lips and Martha sighed "Yes," and I felt Ronnie
leaning behind me and near me and Martha said "He does this so
well," and Ronnie said, "He looks so peaceful," and I chuckled with
Martha's nipple in my mouth and Martha said "He really likes this,"
and Ronnie said "You like it too?" and Martha said "Oh, yes. I
really love for him to do this. Steven did this years ago and I
still love it. It's so loving and his mouth is so good to me," and
she cupped the other breast and I mouthed and licked and sucked it
and Martha sighed and bent down to kiss my forehead and Martha said
"He never has to tell me how he likes this. His mouth tells me,"
and Ronnie whispered "God, you two are so sweet with each other,"
and then I began moving my head down Martha's ribs with short licks
and nips and then I licked her tummy and she grinned and whispered
"Okay," and then my mouth found her tuft and I licked her fuzz and I
felt Martha moving her knees apart and I lifted and as I lifted and
settled my body between her thighs she grinned at me naughtily and
hissed "yes" and opened her thighs until her feet were joined under
my chest and Ronnie sat up on her haunches and watched silently with
a look of intense interest as I dipped my tongue into Martha's slit
and licked slowly upward and Martha's head dropped back and she
smiled toward the ceiling and sighed "Mmmm," and Ronnie uttered
raptly "God, Martha, nobody ever did *that* to me, either," and
Martha sighed as I did it again and she said "Oh, he's so good at
this," and Ronnie watched me as I repeated the long introductory
lick again and then settled my tongue in the firm ledge around her
clit and began making small circles with the tip of my tongue and
Martha raised her head and looked down at me with a contented little
smirk and Ronnie settled onto her tummy with her head near Martha's
head and she and Martha traded glances and Ronnie grinned at her and
asked "Is it good?" and Martha gasped and said "Oh, yes, Ronnie,
it's...mmm...very good," and Ronnie asked "What does it feel like?"
and Martha chuckled and swallowed with mounting pleasure and said
"Ronnie, I have no idea how to describe this," and Ronnie glanced at
me and said "Steven, no fair," and Martha said "Take it easy,
Ronnie, you'll get yours." and Ronnie said "I wouldn't know what to
do, I've never done this," and Martha gasped as I worked and she
said "Just tell him what you like, hon," and Ronnie said "I wouldn't
know what to tell him," and Martha said "Don't worry, Steven's good
at figuring it out," and she stroked the back of my neck as my
tongue licked and pressed and Ronnie asked "Doesn't his mouth get
tired?" and Martha shook her head no and said "Ah," and I made a
motion to rise and start on Ronnie but Martha held my head and said
"Wait, hon, wait a minute...a little more...a little more," and
Ronnie grinned surprisingly at Martha and asked "It really feels
that good?" and Martha said "God, yes," and then Martha patted me
on the shoulder and said "Okay, hon," and I stopped and she caught
her breath and I moved up and hugged her and she kissed my neck and
pulled back and her eyes full of lust glittered into mine and she
whispered "Be good to Ronnie, hon."
Continued...
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