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Subject: story: "The Adventures of Me and Martha Jane" (bf mF mF+) 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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