George was a
happy, happy man. His prick was lodged so deeply in Sam's throat that
he knew if he shot off now his cum would splash right into her stomach.
The first time he'd cum she'd pulled almost off, and let his spunk fill
up her mouth. Then she ran her mouth up and down his rod, leaving it
covered with sperm. She'd gulped twice and then started licking the
slippery treat off his cock while he stared in amazement. She'd
gone back to deep throating him, and he'd stayed hard. Now he was
close again. Without warning, she pulled off of him and, her
voice husky, asked him to reciprocate.
For the first
time in their relationship, her pants were off and her legs were spread
for him. As he crawled between her naked and wide spread thighs, he
wanted to fuck her so bad he could taste it.
But he tasted it instead.
He decided to
apply himself to his job, since she had done such a fabulous job in
deep throating him, so he licked and sucked and chewed until Sam whined
out her joy, beating the ground beside her as she wrapped her legs
around his head. She also hoped that he didn't crawl up and try to
stick his prick in her, because if he did, at that particular point in
time, she would let him.
He didn't
though. Her reaction was so powerful that he decided to keep licking,
sucking and chewing, to see if he could get that reaction again.
Amy unbuttoned
the neck strap of her halter top and let it fall. Now there were two
big buttons that held the strap behind her back together. She turned
her back to Phillip and said "Could you help me?"
A part of Amy
was watching all this, as if separated from her body. That part was
screaming. It said things like "YOU'RE NOT THIS KIND OF GIRL!" and
"YOU'RE NOT ACTUALLY GOING TO LET THIS BOY SEE YOU NAKED!" At the same
time she waited for his fingers to touch the buttons on her back, she
wondered what had happened that had changed her so much - had, in fact,
changed her into exactly that kind of girl.
And the answer
that came back was that, at last, she was with a boy she could trust.
She could trust him to control his own urges, while she released
control on some of hers. She was sure of it. And because of that, she
was no longer afraid, and not even very nervous.
Phillip couldn't
make his fingers work as he touched the fabric. He saw her slide her
thumbs in each side of the waistband of her shorts, preparing to slide
them down her slim hips and his cock leaked what felt like a quarter
cup of fluid. She waited patiently for him to get his fingers working
and, when they finally did, her top flopped to the ground in front of
her. She immediately bent over and skimmed down both her terrycloth
shorts and panties at the same time, flashing her pale buttocks at him.
Phillip groaned.
Amy turned around, as if she were completely dressed, instead of being gloriously naked.
"What's wrong?" she asked, in response to his groan.
In the moonlight
her breasts looked smaller somehow, than they did when they were inside
the halter top. His eyes were drawn to their tips, dark and
insubstantial in the low light.
"Phillip?" she asked.
Phillip flushed and turned his head away. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help but look."
Amy, in a voice she might have used with a friend, said "I told you you were allowed to look. Come on, let's go swimming."
But Phillip had
a problem. If he dropped his shorts now she would see that he was
painfully erect, and he didn't think she'd appreciate that at all. "I
can't take my shorts off right now," he said.
Amy had a pretty
good idea of why he was being so shy and she thought he was sweet.
"Sure you can. You unbutton them, pull down the zipper and let them
drop," she said back.
"But I can't" he insisted.
Amy knew that
most boys would be flaunting their erection, trying to get her to touch
it or kiss it or worse. She felt warmth in her belly for this boy who
respected her. "OK, tell you what, I'll go down by the water and wait
for you there." She turned and walked away.
Phillip would
never in his whole life forget seeing her tanned body, with her two
white buttocks lifting and falling opposite each other, as she walked
naked away from him. It was just like at the drive-in, except now those
bouncing white buttocks were bare, instead of encased in white cloth.
More juice leaked from his cock.
He had just
dropped the last of his clothing, and was trying to figure out what he
could do about his erection, when he heard his sister scream like she
was being killed.
Acting on
instinct, Phillip turned and ran in the direction of the scream. In his
peripheral vision he saw the white streak that was Amy, running on a
tangent, but for the same place. She had something dark in her hand...
he peered and saw a stout looking stick... just as his bare foot hit
something and he went flying.
Amy got to the
area of the blanket first, drawn to the exact spot by the moaning of a
very happy Samantha. Amy peered around an evergreen tree to see what
was going on and her fingers went slack. The stick dropped to the
grass. Her brother had his FACE between Sam's legs and he was... making
awful noises down there... and moving his face back and forth.
George rode with
the thrust of Sam's hips as she shoved her pussy up toward his face,
and sucked in the hard little nubbin that he had discovered at the top
of her slit that seemed to make her writhe more than when he touched
anywhere else. His face was wet, but he was having the time of his life.
Phillip limped
up behind Amy and saw the stick on the ground under her hand. She was
breathing loudly. He peeked around her and saw what was going on.
He knew about
this thing, had heard about it anyway, but hadn't thought boys actually
DID it. He saw Sam thrust her hips up off the blanket and she cried out
again. Now that they could see her it was obvious she wasn't in pain,
that she wasn't being forced, and that something that felt
exceptionally good was going on.
Sam felt that
astounding feeling coming back when George fastened his lips around her
clitty and sucked it in. "YES!" she shrieked. 'RIGHT THERE... SUCK
ME... OHHHHHHHH" Again she screamed and her hands went to George's head
and pulled his face hard against her sex.
Amy turned to
run, took two steps, and her naked body slammed into Phillip's. They
both went down in a tangle of arms and legs as her chest pressed
against his. His penis slid between her legs as they hit the ground.
She ended up on top of him, but listing to one side. She could easily
have rolled off, but she didn't. Instead she panted like she had run a
mile for her life.
Her face was only inches from Phillip's and suddenly she kissed him. She'd made out
with lots of boys, and passionate kisses were her specialty. But she'd
always done them artfully before, divorced from the feeling of it all,
using her kisses to achieve a goal, and that was to dominate the boy.
Now she felt the
passion of those kisses and it scared her to her core. Like Sam, she
knew that if this boy she barely knew tried to have sex with her right
this second, she'd let him... welcome him into her body... and that
frightened her to death.
She pulled away from him, pushed off his chest and, scrambling up, ran, as if her life depended on it.
Phillip, shocked
by the collision, shocked even more by the entangled fall to the soft
grass, and blown completely away by the kiss, did nothing based on his
own brain. That brain was in shock and had temporarily suspended
operations. But the Neanderthal in him saw his prey escaping, and
adrenaline shot into his bloodstream.
Almost instantly he was up and chasing her.
One would wish
that someone had been there to see this chase, because the description
of it would have been entertaining. But no one was, and so we can only
postulate what it was like. In fact, both of them were running flat
out, their young, strong bodies striding as only healthy teens can,
covering ground at an astonishing pace. But Phillip was two inches
taller, and those two inches were in his legs. Two inches doesn't seem
like much, but males generally have the advantage over females in
running because of small differences in anatomy of the legs themselves,
primarily the pelvic girdle. And so Phillip gained on her and, while
his brain hadn't the faintest idea of what he would do if he caught
her, his iron hard penis couldn't wait.
Then she, like
he had, tripped on some irregularity in the ground, and went flying.
she cried out an explosive "OOFF" as her chest hit the ground and her
breasts slid painfully along the thankfully thick grass. Her hands
pushed off the ground and she rolled over, cupping her tender orbs and
crying.
Phillip caught up and civilized man took back over. He knelt beside her, worried beyond what he thought was possible.
"Are you OK?" he asked, his worry evident in his voice.
She didn't
answer, just looked up at him with eyes that glittered in the
moonlight. He started to touch her shoulder, but she flinched away and
he backed off.
"Are you OK?" he said again, his voice steady now, calm, in control.
She nodded, almost imperceptibly. "Yes" she said in a small voice.
Somehow Phillip
knew that, even though he didn't understand what was going on, she felt
threatened, and needed him to do something normal.
"I think we should go swimming now," he said conversationally. "You still want to?" He stood up. He was still hard.
Amy looked at
his hard prick. She licked her lips, remembering the feel of his lips
on hers, remembering his taste. She was so confused she didn't know
what to do.
"OK... yes," she said.
He reached his hand down, but didn't touch her. She hesitated, then grasped his hand and let him pull her up.
"Thank you" she said.
She wasn't
talking about him helping her up. She was talking about him being a
gentleman. And the strangest part of all, and the part she was acutely
aware of, was that he was a gentleman while being at the same time, a
fifteen year old boy whose naked hardon was flopping around right in
front of her. She felt pain in her nipples and looked down at them.
They were dirty, and sore... but they were also erect.
The water felt
good on their hot bodies, and cooled off more than just their skin. Now
that they couldn't see each other's nakedness, the passion that had
filled them both began to seep away and they could think again. That
would have been fine, and Fate might have ended up with blue balls,
except the obvious thing to talk about was what they had just witnessed.
"Could you
believe that?" asked Amy, waving one hand through the water, making
swirls. she was standing a couple of feet away from Phillip. The water
came up to her collar bones.
"I've heard of
it. I never saw it before," he said. "But I never saw what they did
last time before either." His penis had lost its aching hard, and now
just felt pleasantly stiff.
"I couldn't ever do that!" Amy said vehemently.
"Which one?" asked Phillip.
Amy turned her head to stare at him. "You mean you COULD?" she asked, aghast.
Phillip flushed
and was glad it was dark. "It was pretty plain that she was having a
good time. I mean if I could make a girl feel like that I think I'd
want to do it."
"But it was running out her NOSE!" squealed Amy, talking about a completely different event.
Phillip fielded
the change flawlessly. "Yeah, but she went out with him again, didn't
she? I mean it must not have been as bad as it looked."
They didn't say anything for a while. They floated together, bumping their shoulders. Neither pulled back.
Phillip asked "Why did you kiss me?"
Now she moved away from him, swirling water all around.
"I don't KNOW!"
she said. "I felt so... so... I don't know how to describe it. When I
saw her lying there and beating the ground it made me... hot inside or
something. And you were there, and I like you and I wanted to kiss you."
"Then why did you run?"
"Cause I was SCARED!"
"Why would you be scared of ME?" he asked incredulously.
She sighed. "I
don't think I was scared of YOU exactly. When I kissed you I had this
thought... sort of a picture in my head? It was of you and me...
doing... that. And it made me WANT to do that, but that's all nasty and
everything."
Phillip was rock hard again. "Maybe it's not."
"Not what?" she asked.
"Nasty. Maybe
it's not as nasty as it... looks. I mean both of them sure seemed to
like doing it, and some of my friends say they do it and it's great."
"Me TOO!"
squealed Amy. I've got at least five friends who say they LIKE doing
that!" There was relief in her voice - relief that she wasn't alone in
having friends who did things she didn't do.
"You mean they like doing it to a guy, or they like having a guy do it to them?"
"BOTH! I was at
a sleepover three weeks ago and Cath... I mean... well it doesn't
matter who said it, but she said her boyfriend wanted her to do that to
him and she didn't want to, so he did it to her first and she said she
almost let him have sex with her after that! I couldn't BELIEVE it! And
then she said she did it to him instead of letting him have sex with
her and she LOVED it!"
"Wow!" said Phillip. "Cathy Dawson gave Mike a blow job?"
"Yeah, and...
HEY! YOU TRICKED ME!" Amy acted more mad than she actually was and
started splashing water in his face. He splashed back and the next
thing they knew their naked bodies were in a clutch as they wrestled
each other, each trying to dunk the other.
Phillip felt her
soft/hard breasts pressing and rubbing against his arm as he got behind
her and put his arm around her waist, lifting her off the bottom so she
had no grip to fight him with. Amy felt his stiff penis press into her
buttocks and then slide between her legs. She gasped and got water in
her throat, making her hack and cough. Phillip realized she was having
trouble and let her go, standing her back up and pounding her bare back
as she tried to clear her lungs. After sixty or so seconds of coughing
she turned on him.
"You almost <cough cough> killed me <cough cough>." she managed to get out.
"I'm sorry" he said, though he didn't really feel like it was his fault. "Why didn't you hold your breath?"
"I was, but then
<cough> your... your... <cough> your THING went between my
legs. I'm probably pregnant or something." she pushed him with her
hand, and his chest felt slippery and nice under her fingers. He pushed
her back and that led to more wrestling.
But this time it
was different. Both kids were excited now, in ways they hadn't allowed
themselves to be excited in the past. Each time they touched each
other's naked slippery bodies the excitement grew until instead of
wrestling, they were caressing and splashing.
And then,
suddenly, and without warning, like the last time, they were kissing.
And this kiss lasted as their bodies pressed against each other.
Something in each of them had accepted this, and there was no attempt
at modesty, or to act in the ways they knew their parents would want
them to act. Here and now they were doing what felt good. And this
time, when his rock hard penis slipped between her legs she closed hers
tightly, trapping it. Her hips did something she would never have
believed as they bounced toward him several times, jacking his cock and
rubbing it along her pussy lips.
The kiss broke and they both panted into each other's mouths. Amy's dark eyes glinted in the moonlight.
"I'm scared" she said. But she didn't let go of him.
"Why?" he asked, and his question was for himself too, because he was scared as well.
"I don't want to get pregnant," she said.
"We're not doing anything," he said defensively. "I mean not that could get you pregnant."
"It's touching me... down there," she said, and her hips jacked him gently.
"I think you have to do a lot more than that," he said.
