	Virgin Gold



If anyone were trying to sleep just after midnight in Samantha's corridor at the 
university college block where she stayed, they would have been cursing her and her 
friends as they rolled in drunk and noisy after their evening in the college bar. There 
was Samantha with, of course, her best friend Eliza, Edward the Engineering student, 
and Sylvia and her fiance Neil who both studied Information Technology. And they 
were giggling and shrieking and hooting and stumbling as they struggled up the 
narrow stair well and staggered down the corridor past Samantha's sleeping 
neighbours. Not that Samantha really gave a monkey's at that moment. A few beers 
and she was well past caring.

"Jeez! I'm bursting!" Edward moaned, grabbing his stomach.

"Flipping heck!" Samantha shouted back. "You can keep it in. I've held back 
too."

"And so have I!" yelled Eliza who was having some difficulty walking in a 
straight line.

"We've all been holding back, Eddie. You don't want to spoil the fun, do you, 
by peeing down your pants?" Sylvia remarked, squeezing Neil's hand.

"Cripes! Don't give me grief! I was just saying..." Edward replied defensively.

"Anyway, the waiting'll soon be over," Samantha remarked. "Look here we 
are!" She stood outside the door of the room she shared with Eliza and fumbled in the 
pockets of her jeans for her keys. The door was decorated by a cute poster of a cat and 
a few pages torn out of a movie magazine of some of the male film stars that had 
taken the fancy of either of the two roommates. Samantha liked her men to be tall and 
handsome. Well, they had to be tall. She didn't want to have to look down on them. 
Eliza, who was in comparison, let's be kind, a little vertically challenged, was rather 
less bothered about height. She liked her men to be cute.

Samantha pushed open the door to reveal a very tidy room with Physics and 
Mathematics textbooks stacked up on the two desks and, on the walls, an array of 
posters of more film stars, a couple of the better kempt pop stars and a selection of 
adorable puppies and pussy cats. 

"I'll get the plastic sheets!" Eliza volunteered, running towards the wardrobe. 
"Unless you want to use the shower room."

"You got en suite?" asked a visibly impressed Sylvia. "What I wouldn't give 
for en suite!"

"I'll put on a video," volunteered Samantha. "Get us in the mood. What do 
you want?" She knelt down in front of the DVD player and portable TV where there 
was an orderly array of titles. "We've got 'Yellow Tears', 'Golden Show Time', 
'Puddles in the Staff Room', 'Smelly Dinner', ..."

"I don't fancy the last," Edward chuckled. "That's a scat title isn't it? That's a 
step too far for me. You're not into that scene are you, Sammie?"

Samantha smiled. "Bit too much cleaning up afterwards for me. No, if you 
can't drink it then it's no good. This vid came free with 'Lady in a Damp Dress'. 
We've only ever watched it once. But it made Lizzie ever so hot!"

"I wasn't!" denied Eliza, laying the plastic sheet over the two single beds that 
the two girls habitually pushed together. "But it wasn't all scat."

"Well, as long as it didn't have penetration or sperm, that's all right," 
remarked Sylvia. "I wouldn't want to see that kind of filth. Not, that is," she continued 
with a smile towards Neil who was pulling down his trousers and underpants to 
disclose a limp penis surrounded by a thick bush of black pubic hair, "until Neil and I 
are married."

"When'll that be?" wondered Samantha, pulling off her sweat shirt with the 
number '12' stitched in the fabric to reveal the full round breasts of which she was so 
proud. She was pleased to see Edward's eyes light up at the sight of them. He could 
lick them all night long if he wanted to.

"We've booked a date for the Summer Vacation," Neil explained. "It'll be a 
proper church wedding and our families are coming down from all over. We're really 
looking forward to it."

"And I bet you're looking forward to the night after," continued the now naked 
Samantha who was slipping in a DVD with the evocative title 'Yellow Rain and 
Golden Drizzle'. 

"Absolutely!" Sylvia agreed. "After holding out so long, we just hope it's 
worth it."

"I'm sure it will be," continued Samantha, running the DVD forward past all 
the credits and trailers. "The waiting'll make it all the better. You don't want to lose 
your virginity before you're married do you? That wouldn't be right at all! What do 
you think, Lizzie?"

Eliza blushed. Her short, slightly dumpy body was now completely unclothed 
and she hovered by the bedsheets while everyone else was divesting the last of their 
clothes. She had famously once succumbed to a boy while still at school, and hadn't 
been able to live it down. What was more serious, she was now damaged goods and 
her prospects, never that shining to start off with, were now substantially tarnished. 
And, as Samantha often reminded her when her fingers slid inside her broken crotch, 
she'd confessed she'd not even enjoyed it very much. Samantha was adamant she'd 
never ever ever make the same mistake as her best friend. The boys would just have to 
wait until Mr Right came along.

And then onto the bed, protected as always by the plastic sheet. Five naked 
bodies, all bursting with the excesses of alcohol and all ready to rip. To ensure that the 
flow would go on for more than a few minutes, Eliza cracked open a few extra cans of 
weak beer she'd selected from the small fridge and laid them out on the bedside 
cabinets. As always, it was Samantha who let forth first. She straddled the bed, her 
knees indenting the plastic sheet, her breasts free and swaying heavily, her fingers on 
either side of her trim crotch as she directed the flow of urine directly into Edward's 
face.

Everyone laughed, even Edward, as the hot, steaming piss splattered his nose, 
screwed up his eyes, dampened his fringe and streamed into his open mouth. 
Samantha was renowned as being able to keep the flow going for many minutes: 
something she'd gained from years of practise. It came out in bursts of five or ten 
seconds, trailing down Edward's chin, onto the scattered hairs of his chest and onto 
his own limp penis. 

But Samantha had to be careful. This kind of fun could finish ever so quickly 
if you weren't. As it was, it was a good day if you could keep a session going for more 
than quarter of an hour. And everyone was ready to go.

It all became very confusing, as it usually did after a night out on the piss. 
Edward urinated on Eliza's face while she was letting loose her punctuated flow on 
Samantha's breasts, where they streamed over her full nipples and cascaded onto her 
belly. Eliza, as always, tried to get as much urine into her mouth as possible. She'd 
heard that it was good for you, and, although it had taken some time, she had acquired 
taste for it. Rather like blue cheese, bitter ale and fine wine. Indeed, people did have 
different tasting urine, and she fancied that she could tell male urine apart from the 
female equivalent.

And, of course, she had the opportunity to test her theory, as she and Neil put 
their heads close together to take the stream of piss to which Sylvia eventually gave 
vent. Not as voluminous as Edward's, but it lasted just as long. That was the thing 
about men. Lots of volume but not necessarily any better quality. Her hair was 
soaking from piss, as was Samantha's, but with her best friend's blonde hair being so 
much longer, right over her shoulders, it would take a lot longer for her to wash the 
smell out of it. But that was one of the penalties of an active social life.

Urine coursed down the legs, the arms and the breasts of the five friends. It 
drenched the pubic hairs, it streamed flat the hairs on Edward's chest and the even 
scantier ones on Neil's chest. Edward opened his mouth and drooled out a mixture of 
Eliza's and Samantha's urine down his cheek. Just as he never inhaled cigarette 
smoke, neither did he swallow the fruits of his passion. The five of them collapsed on 
the sheets, a mass of naked, stinking damp bodies, slightly chilled by the plastic 
underneath and clinging to each other for the warmth of their bodies, shivering from 
the cooling urine.

Samantha did what she could to keep it going a bit longer. She passed around 
the beers and the friends settled together, cross-legged or on top of each other, 
drinking quickly and making incoherent conversation. As always, Eliza rested her face 
on Samantha's damp bare thighs, while her best friend stroked her sodden dark brown 
hair. She smiled silently and contentedly. She dearly loved her best friend. Not the 
love she would feel for a man of course. That is, when the right man came along. One 
who would forgive her for her trespass into premarital sex and would understand that 
virginity wasn't everything. But until then she had her best friend, Samantha. So 
beautiful. So smart. Although this didn't necessarily reflect itself in the results of her 
Maths tests. She was so fortunate to count Samantha as her best friend. They went 
everywhere together. And whatever Samantha did, Eliza did too.

Finally, the beer top up did the job, and there was a brief reprise in the friends' 
fun. This hardly lasted more than five minutes, and Neil couldn't be persuaded to pee 
at all. But Eliza got to taste Samantha's pee again, as did Sylvia, while Edward 
contributed a spare and unremarkable trickle of his own. Eliza peed on Sylvia's 
breasts and Neil's penis, which he held up between the two small but perky mounds. 
The urine trickled down the canal in the bosom and over Neil's hairy, perhaps slightly 
tumescent, penis, his long foreskin still covering its end, and dampened the garden 
patch of Sylvia's crotch and gathered in a small pool in Sylvia's navel.

And then it was over. The five friends sat back on the damp, cold plastic sheet 
watching 'Yellow Rain and Golden Drizzle' on the small screen of Samantha's TV. 
They were soon more concerned with the mechanics of what they were seeing rather 
than the plot, which was characteristically rudimentary and predictable. The only 
thrills in this 'erotic thriller' were those when the cast pulled off their clothes and 
aimed their crotches at each other.

"I don't know why we watch this rubbish," commented Edward with a sniff. 
"The acting's dreadful. The plots are risible. And you know exactly when they're 
going to start peeing on each other. It's so flipping predictable!"

"But that's why we watch it," argued Neil. "It's to see how other people do it. 
Otherwise, we wouldn't know."

"But, I mean, does everyone pee on each other in real life?" Edward wondered. 
"I mean, when you're married, do you still pee on the other person? Or do you, you 
know, do the other things you're so supposed to do? You know, with stiffies and 
rubbing the privates together."

"We'll soon be finding out what it's like for married people ourselves," 
remarked Sylvia smugly.

"And anyway, they can't very well show that sort of stuff on film, can they?" 
snorted Samantha. "You've got to draw the line somewhere. I think that all the peeing 
is used as a sort of metaphor or something when you've got married people in a film. 
There'd be uproar if you were able to watch people, like, 'doing' it. It's private. And 
in any case, it'd be absolutely gross! I wouldn't want to see that sort of thing."

Eventually, when the film had finished after the inevitable scene where all the 
stars had gathered together to urinate on each other, Edward, Sylvia and Neil 
announced that they were tired and left. Eliza and Samantha tidied away the plastic 
sheet, which they let soak in the shower, while they washed themselves and their hair 
before getting into bed together. Eliza enjoyed the intimacy of washing Samantha in 
the shower rather more than the fun they'd had as a fivesome. Somehow, the time she 
spent alone with Samantha was worth more than the time spent together with all their 
friends. She sometimes wished that Samantha saw it that way. 

The soap slid over Samantha's smooth skin, down the muscles of her thighs, 
around her rounded knees and with extra special attention to her breasts and vagina. 
This last took Eliza much longer to clean, longer than Samantha ever spent on Eliza's, 
as she fully lathered it up, washed it away, and then cleaned out every bit of it with her 
tongue. She loved the recesses and folds of Samantha's vagina. Somehow better in 
Eliza's eyes than Sylvia's or that of any other girl she'd ever washed or licked. She 
was so lucky to have a best friend like Samantha, she thought, as she briskly rubbed 
the towel over the bush of Samantha's pubic hair.

And then the two slipped under the sheets and duvet of their shared beds, 
Samantha's arm around Eliza's shoulders, and the only light coming in from the 
single lamp post in the quad outside. Eliza nuzzled her nose between one of 
Samantha's breasts and her arm. She sighed. She was so happy.

"I'm not going to the student bar with you, tomorrow," remarked Samantha 
dozily, breaking into Eliza's reverie. "I'm going out with a boy tomorrow night. A 
date, you know."

"A date? A boy?" wondered Eliza, horribly conscious of a feeling of jealousy. 
But she knew this was misplaced. The two girls often talked about boys together, 
comparing their qualities and discussing whom they'd go steady with. Samantha had 
had a couple of boyfriends at uni, although none had lasted more than a few weeks. 
Eliza hadn't had any boyfriends. In fact, she sometimes wondered whether there was 
something wrong with her. Or perhaps she was frightened about what a boy would 
think if he knew that she wasn't a virgin.

"Yes. A sweet boy. Navin he's called. It's a foreign name. Like 'Gavin' with 
an 'N'. He's a foreign student. But he's not got much of an accent at all."

"Which country does he come from?"

"I dunno. Somewhere hot, I guess. He's got brown skin, so I guess it must be 
warm. Though you never know. Maybe he's just got brown skin and it doesn't mean 
anything. But, yeah. Navin. He's very sweet. I'm sure you'll like him."

There was a pause while Eliza absorbed the news. Part of her was already 
actively hoping that this relationship would be as short lived as the one Samantha had 
had with Eric. Not that there was anything that wrong about Eric, but he was some 
kind of French Literature student. They weren't like Science and Engineering 
students. "Is he tall and handsome?" she asked.

Samantha smiled. "Tall, Dark and Handsome! Just as they're supposed to be."

Eliza got to see Navin briefly the following evening, when he came round to 
their room to pick up Samantha, who had gone as far as putting on a skirt and blouse 
just to look a bit smarter. He was dressed quite smartly too. Proper trousers. Not jeans. 
He had conservatively styled jet-black hair and a very broad white smile. And yes, he 
was brown. Eliza hadn't met many brown or black people before, so she wasn't sure 
what was the right thing to say. And yes, he was quite tall, though no taller than 
Samantha, and pretty handsome. Perhaps even a bit cute. Lucky Samantha!

After a quite lonely evening which Eliza spent watching a movie on TV, 
Samantha came in not long after midnight looking a little subdued. Eliza was 
disappointed. She'd hoped that Samantha might have persuaded Navin to come back 
so they could get the plastic sheet out and have a threesome on the bed. She'd even 
put out the provocatively entitled DVD 'It Began with a P' in case there was some 
action.

"How'd it go, Sammie?" Eliza asked while Samantha pulled off her clothes 
and slipped under the sheets next to her friend.

"Don't ask," Samantha sighed, lying flat on her back. 

Eliza knew she'd find out soon enough, so she didn't ask. She cuddled up 
against Samantha, feeling the warmth of her bare skin radiating onto her own naked 
flesh.

Sure enough, Samantha couldn't hold out for long. "He doesn't like peeing."

"Peeing? Has he got a medical problem or something?"

"No. Not as far as I know. No, he just doesn't like doing it with other people. 
He says it's filthy and unhygienic and disgusting. Apparently, they don't do things like 
that in his country."

"So, what do they do?"

"Well, not that. Though they let you, you know, do 'it' before marriage. In his 
country. It's normal apparently. They even have movies where people 'do' it, although 
he says it's mostly faked. I suggested coming back here and getting out the plastic 
sheet. I thought he might enjoy having fun with you as well. But, he was dead set 
against it. In fact, it was almost as if I'd insulted him or something. I just don't really 
understand anything. They've just got a different way of doing things where he comes 
from."

More cultural differences became apparent over the next few weeks as 
Samantha and Navin continued going out together. Eliza could see their relationship 
was getting quite serious, but she could also see that Samantha wasn't happy about 
how it was progressing. Samantha was desperate that her relationship with Navin 
should become more physical, but so far the furthest they had got was to snogging 
each other. They had not even taken their clothes off together, let alone shared a bed. 
This was because the two lovers had very different ideas of what a physical 
relationship should entail. Samantha wasn't going to lose her virginity to anyone. And 
neither did Navin want to urinate on anyone. Nor did he want to be urinated on 
himself. 

"Are you sure you can't get more physical without, you know, 'doing' it?" 
wondered Eliza. "You know, cuddle up and things like we do."

"That wouldn't be the same, would it?" sniffed Samantha. "And anyway if it's 
what two best friends do, it can't be what a boyfriend and girlfriend do." Eliza 
couldn't argue with the logic of that. "No, Navin wants sex. He's done it before as 
well. Not once, like you, but several times. And with different people!"

"Jeez! How disgusting!" Eliza snorted. "But I suppose it's alright for men, 
isn't it? When they lose their virginity, they don't bleed or anything. Do they?"

"I don't think so. But it's not hypocrisy. Not the way Navin describes it. Girls 
in his country do it as well. In fact, it's almost more unusual for someone to be a 
virgin when they marry."

"That sounds like the wrong way round to me. Surely it's wrong to lose your 
virginity to anyone except your husband."

Samantha laughed, despite herself. Eliza loved it when she did that. It 
lightened her up so much. "You can talk, Lizzie! Apparently not where Navin comes 
from. Just a different culture. He says it's because they have arranged marriages. 
People don't marry there because they love each other. Not like they do in this 
country. They marry whoever their parents decide they should. So, it's expected that 
people have sex before they marry. It's the only way they can be sure of ever having 
sex with someone they actually love. And even after marriage. It's not considered odd 
to have sex with someone you're not married to."

"It all sounds like a recipe for chaos," sighed Eliza. "What's marriage for if 
you can have sex with anyone you like?"

"So, I just don't know what to do. Navin won't play by my rules. And I'm 
definitely not going to sacrifice my virginity to him."

"But can't you marry him? And then you can."

"Arranged marriages apply to Navin as well. There's a girl back in his country 
waiting for him. She works as a secretary. And she's got a boyfriend of her own as 
well. And Navin says she'll probably continue having sex with this boyfriend after he 
and she get married, as well."

Eliza shook her head. She was genuinely shocked. How could customs be so 
different? she wondered. How could it be that one country does one thing one way and 
another does it another? She couldn't imagine a social life that didn't include 
urination. And perhaps there were people in another culture who couldn't imagine 
why people found it so much fun to pee on each other.

Samantha got more and more depressed by it all. She dearly loved Navin, and 
indeed the most fun she and Eliza had together in bed was when Eliza agreed to 
pretend to be Navin and the two stroked, cuddled and licked each other in guilty role 
play. She would sometimes look away from Eliza, even while her best friend was still 
licking her vagina, and stare wistfully in the distance as she thought about Navin. 

"There may be a solution to the problem," remarked Eliza, looking up from 
between Samantha's legs where she had been licking her best friend's crotch and her 
fingers were probing in the folds of her vagina. "A way that you and Navin can have 
what you both want without compromising too much."

"What do you mean? How can we compromise on something as fundamental 
as not having sex?"

Eliza let a flow of saliva drip from her mouth and allowed it to trickle down to 
Samantha's crotch and below. She then eased her forefinger, gently and tenderly, into 
the small puckered hole of Samantha's anus. "There's this hole here, Samantha. If 
Navin put his penis in there it wouldn't take your virginity, but it would still be like 
what he wants to do."

"Can you do that?" wondered Samantha. The idea of anal penetration had 
quite simply never crossed her mind before. "I'd have thought it'd be the wrong 
shape, wouldn't it? And isn't it all a bit dirty?"

"I'm sure it can be cleaned thoroughly. And anyway, judging from the size of 
the things that come out, I'm sure it can take quite a lot going in."

"Are you sure? It sounds pretty strange to me. If it was so simple, why hasn't 
anyone ever mentioned it before?"

"I don't know. Shall I see how far I can get my fingers in?"

"Yes, Lizzie," sighed Samantha. "If it can take your fingers, I'm sure it could 
take Navin's penis. Though they get pretty big when they're excited, don't they? I've 
seen Edward's when he gets excited. Though he tries to hide it."

"They don't get much bigger than Edward's. However excited!" remarked 
Eliza, on the basis of her own rather limited knowledge. "They just get big and then 
when they stick it in you, it sort of spurts all over the place. Only it's not pee that 
comes out, but funny creamy looking stuff. A bit like what you get when you burst a 
spot. Like pus. Only a lot more of it. A great deal more!"

"Uuhh! That sounds horrible! Perhaps the best place for it to go is in the back 
way where it's already a bit filthy."

Eliza and Samantha experimented not only on Samantha's anus but also on 
Eliza's. The more they studied the option the more they couldn't work out why 
something so obvious hadn't occurred to them before. There was no hymen to tear and 
you couldn't get pregnant from it. Samantha tried to reason why more people didn't 
do it. 

"I suppose there's a number of reasons," she mused, as she pushed three of her 
fingers as deeply into Eliza's arse as she could. "It's a lot tighter at first. You have to 
sort of spit on it and things. Or use margarine or Vaseline or something. But it gets 
easier with practise." 

Eliza nodded in agreement. The first few times they'd hardly been able to get 
even one finger all the way up, but now it was getting a lot easier. Especially now that 
they were making allowances for it not getting juicy like the front hole.

"Then there's the fact that men have them as well as women. Maybe if men 
thought about it they'd think they wouldn't need women at all and would just do it 
with each other. Then they wouldn't get married. And then the human race would just 
come to an end."

"I'm sure men like women for other reasons than just having something to put 
their pricks into," protested Eliza.

"I'm not so sure," mused Samantha. "I sometimes think that's all they want. 
Maybe their bottoms are tighter than a woman's."

"I don't think so. The same size things come out of a man's bottom as from a 
woman's," Eliza said. "I think the reason is that it's better at the front. It's more 
sensitive. We've got this funny nobbly thing that gets excited. And there's all that 
juice as well. And it's a lot easier to get things inside."

"I guess I have to bow to your greater experience in these matters, Lizzie," 
laughed Samantha, making Eliza blush. She didn't want to disillusion Samantha, but 
she also thought that it didn't matter so much which hole was used, however 
appropriate for the purposes, but how much love went with it. She had enjoyed many 
more orgasms with Samantha than she'd ever had with a man. In fact, even one 
orgasm with Samantha would have been an improvement on the none at all she'd 
experienced when she was torn apart that traumatic day. Indeed, she sometimes 
wondered whether she could ever experience more orgasms with a man than she'd 
enjoyed with Samantha.

Navin wasn't quite as enthusiastic about having anal intercourse with 
Samantha as she and Eliza had expected. In fact, he'd even already done it. That came 
as a surprise. Samantha had never supposed that anyone else would have thought of it. 
He said that it was a bit tight, but Samantha told him that however tight it might be, it 
would be the only one of her two orifices that she'd let him enter. He was also not that 
keen that Eliza should be involved.

"Why not? She's my best friend. We do everything together."

"But it's you I love. Not your best friend."

"Well, we've got to see that it works OK. Eliza's not a virgin, so it doesn't 
matter if it goes wrong in some way."

"What on earth do you mean?"

Samantha wasn't sure. But when you implemented software, you always tried 
it out on a test harness before you did it for real. Samantha and Eliza had assumed that 
this was just the right way to do things. However, Samantha didn't want to betray her 
ignorance by answering Navin's question. "And anyway she can be sure that you 
don't put it in the wrong hole. And she can help in other ways too."

Despite his reservations, which Samantha guessed was to do with his contempt 
for virginity, Navin agreed to come back to the room she shared with Eliza to enjoy 
some anal fun. She and Eliza had had a happy time in the chemists and supermarket, 
buying Vaseline, oil and margarine, which they thought might help to lubricate their 
arses. When Samantha and Navin came in, Eliza was already naked on the bed 
watching a DVD to help her get in the mood. She was very nervous. She hoped she 
wouldn't let her friend down in any way.

"Off with your clothes, Navvie! Let's see what you've got to offer!" 
commanded Samantha, pulling off her sweater and slacks in a few practised 
movements. She stood by the bedside table in only her socks, her breasts free and 
heavy, while Eliza pressed her face against her waist. 

Navin sighed. Eliza was really nowhere near as attractive to him as Samantha. 
Small, pudgy and her breasts were really nothing special. But he unbuttoned and 
pulled off his shirt, and then did the same thing with his chinos. He stood there in just 
his boxers.

"Come on, Navvie! Yours won't be the first prick I'll ever have seen."

Navin obeyed Samantha with a smile, although it was Eliza rather than 
Samantha who was making him feel abashed. However, both girls took a sharp, deep 
intake of breath as they saw what Navin had to expose.

"Jeez!" exclaimed Samantha. "That's the biggest prick I've ever seen! And it's 
not even stiff! Are they all like that in your country?"

Navin smiled. "I don't know. I don't think so." 

His penis certainly was large. Even drooping down, it was as big as the fully 
erect penis Eliza remembered entering her all those years ago. Cripes! What would it 
be like erect? Was this such a good idea? Why had she volunteered to go first? What 
would it to do to her arse?

"Well, let's get it stiff and into Eliza," Samantha remarked in a matter-of-fact 
way, but the breathiness of her voice betrayed her excitement and anticipation.

"Eliza?" wondered Navin.

"Well, of course. We've got to be sure that it'll work properly."

"I really don't see how..."

"Oh come on, Navin. How else are we going to test it? Eliza's not a virgin. So 
it doesn't matter as much. Come on. That's common sense."

Navin wasn't going to argue at this stage, so he clambered onto the bed with 
the two girls and watched while Samantha lovingly applied Vaseline and margarine 
and saliva to Eliza's anus.  His own penis twitched with excitement. He'd never seen 
girls touching each other's intimate parts before.

"I'll do Navin's penis," volunteered Eliza. "It's better that he's lubricated as 
well."

"That's a good idea," agreed Samantha. "I hadn't thought about that. And. Oh 
my gosh! Look at the size of it! Do you think you can get it all in?"

Samantha stared at Navin's penis with fascination. It was pretty long. Much 
bigger than she thought a man's penis should get when stiff. And it pulled so tight! 
The purple glans at the tip straining free of the foreskin and stretching the whole flesh 
of the penis, with its throbbing veins, to pull taut the scrotal sac where two egg-
shaped, egg-sized testicles were held. So different to how it normally was with boys 
with their damp penises dangling down. And then the tip of Navin's penis disappeared 
into Eliza's mouth as she moistened it with the saliva of her mouth and licked it with 
her tongue. Even with the whole of Eliza's mouth over it, there was more length of 
penis that couldn't fit in.

Then Eliza exercised Navin's penis with her fingers as she plastered on thick 
coatings of Vaseline. His penis was so warm. And stiff. And hot. It was like a very 
strange kind of meat, but one that was alive and throbbing. And as she ran her fingers 
up and down its length, it was pulsing in excitement.

"Are your ready yet?" wondered Samantha, three fingers deep in Eliza's anus, 
margarine and Vaseline coating her fingers to the knuckles, and feeling quite sore 
from the effort. But she could feel that Eliza was good and loose. In fact, more loose 
than she'd ever been. She lovingly caressed the folds of Eliza's vagina. As always, it 
was juicy and wet. When was it otherwise with Eliza? But clear juice was streaming 
out of her like it had never done before. However ready her arse was, her vagina was 
more than ready.

But was it ready enough? As Navin pushed the head of his penis into Eliza's 
anus, which Samantha kept open as wide as she could with her fingers, it seemed at 
first that it just wouldn't get in. Indeed, it slid all around the place. The slipperiness of 
oil and grease and vaginal juices while facilitating entry were also making guidance 
more difficult. For one awful moment, it looked as if it was about to enter Eliza's 
vagina. That would never do! Samantha carefully pushed it up and then guided it into 
her best friend's open hole. As she gripped his penis, she was impressed by how hot 
and throbbing it was. So different to the limp and damp penises she usually played 
with. She could hardly wait until she was married and she could take one of those in 
her front entrance.

It didn't fit that easily into Eliza's arse. The entry was quite slow and for Eliza 
quite painful. But bit by bit, as Navin thrust backwards and forwards, his own 
buttocks taut and trembling from the exertion, it went in deeper and deeper. And as he 
did so, Eliza gasped and shrieked in a way that rather frightened Samantha. At first, 
she thought it was pain alone that made her yelp, but she got underneath Eliza, and 
licked and stroked her best friend's vagina to keep it loose and juicy, and became 
aware that the larger part of her cries were from pleasure. Rather like the ones they'd 
shared together when they pretended to be like a boy and a girl. Her buttocks shivered 
and shook and trembled with the same motion as Navin's thrusts, sweat cascaded 
down her face, as it contorted into an expression of agony. Samantha even noticed that 
her eyes were full of tears. 

Samantha took a vantage position beneath Eliza who was knelt forward, her 
arse out towards Navin, her arms supporting her weight, her face creased up and her 
vagina in Samantha's face. But it became clear that this was a dangerous place to stay. 
Eliza was in clear danger of collapsing from the impact of Navin's thrusts. And this 
anal intercourse was going on for ever such a long time. Clearly, the emissions from 
an erect penis took longer to work their way loose than they did from a full bladder. 
She repositioned herself, no longer guarding the entrance to Eliza's vagina, and held 
her best friend in her arms, while Navin pounded away behind.

Samantha could see that Navin's face had changed totally now that he was 
thrusting. He'd mutated into some kind of sex machine. An automaton that just kept 
thrusting away. Samantha could see now how very dangerous this was. It would be so 
easy for Navin to transfer his penis into Eliza's vagina. And then... Who knows what 
might happen? What if Eliza got pregnant? The thought was dampening her ardour. 

Eliza's face was screwed up and her teeth were clenched together. Then she 
opened her mouth and gasped out a choking cry. Repeated by another choking cry. 
And then another. And another. And all the while she was jolted back and forth by 
Navin's thrusts, as he pushed harder and faster inside her. Perspiration poured out 
from the roots of her hair, tangled in her eyebrows and eyelashes and mingled with her 
tears over her cheeks. Snot poured from her nose. Her eyes were twisted in some crazy 
fashion. Samantha was genuinely scared. This wasn't at all what she thought ecstasy 
should be like. She scattered Eliza's cheeks with kisses and tasted the salt of her 
emissions.

And then, Navin's face changed to something rather quite bestial and he 
abruptly pulled his penis out of Eliza's arse. As he did so, a trail of semen came out 
with it, a long rope bridge between his glans and Eliza's puckered hole. This was the 
moment Samantha had been preparing herself for. She pulled out a towel and quickly 
rubbed off the semen from Eliza's buttocks and paid special attention to Eliza's 
vagina. This was quite difficult, as neither party had collapsed in a particularly helpful 
position. Navin had collapsed onto his back, spurts of semen emitting from his penis, 
which was only gradually getting more limp, but still releasing its potent drops. Eliza 
wasn't much help either. She had slumped helplessly onto the sheets, exhausted and 
buckled. 

Samantha knew she had to help her friend. She eased a finger or two into her 
arse. They went in so incredibly easily now, and as she did so, a whole globule of 
sperm fell out which Samantha anxiously cleaned up, careful not to get any near her 
own vagina. Gosh! There was a lot of the stuff! And it wasn't like pus at all. It was 
like the cream of a milk bottle that had gone off. But it was still quite warm. And very 
sticky.

"Quick! In the shower!" she commanded Eliza. "We've got to clean you 
thoroughly. You don't want to get pregnant!"

The two of them left Navin on the bed, while they hastened to the shower, and 
Samantha cleaned Eliza more thoroughly than she'd ever done before. Her friend was 
in ever such a strange state. She could hardly speak. She clung to Samantha in a 
pathetic manner. And yes. She was weeping! Samantha looked out of the shower at 
Navin lying on his back, his penis drooping over his thigh, and arms against his sides.

"Are you all right, Lizzie dear?" she asked.

Eliza nodded weakly but clung to Samantha.

"Did it hurt?"

Eliza nodded again. "It still does. I don't know whether I'll ever be able to sit 
down again!"

Samantha frowned. "And there was ever such a lot of sperm. I didn't know 
men could produce that much. It's almost as much as a bladder-full of wee. It got 
everywhere! It seems risky to me. I hope none of it gets into your front." Samantha 
pushed a finger up Eliza's anus. "Jeez! There's still more of this stuff inside you! It's 
like a plague. Even one little bit of this and you'll be pregnant!"

Eliza cried. "What would Mummy and Daddy say? I'd have a brown baby. 
Oh! This is horrible!"

"But did you enjoy it?"

Eliza mused. "Yes. Towards the end, especially. It got to hurt a lot less. 
Though it still hurt. But I dunno! All that sticky stuff! It didn't hurt like this when I 
did it... when I lost my... my virginity. Or it was a different kind of pain. Sharp. Not 
so deep. Am I bleeding?"

"I don't think so. I don't think you're supposed to bleed at the back."

"I thought I was about to."

"Do you think I should...? You know, should I? With Navin?" wondered an 
anxious Samantha.

"You don't want to get pregnant. There's too much of this sticky stuff! And it 
hurts too! In fact, it's beginning to hurt more and more."

"Jeez! That does it! This was a stupid idea! I should just wait until I get 
married. My virginity is too precious to risk in this stupid way. Either Navin sees it 
our way or nothing. He's not going to stick his prick up my arse! Either we pee 
together or he goes back to his fiancee back home and that's it!"

"Are you sure, Sammie? I didn't mean to put you off!"

"Oh! Lizzie! You did the biggest favour a friend could do? You took the risk 
on my behalf. And now you've shown me the error of my ways. Marriage or nothing! 
No one's going to enter either of my orifices until the wedding bells have rung."

"Oh! Sammie! If you're sure! I love you so much!"

"And I love you, Lizzie!" Samantha replied, kissing her best friend full on the 
mouth, the stream of warm water from the shower trailing down their naked bodies. 
She glanced back at Navin, who was leaning up on one shoulder and looking towards 
the girls in the shower, his penis limp but still terrifying. 

Eliza smiled at her friend. "So what are you going to tell Navin?"

Samantha kissed Eliza again. "It's pee or nothing. That's my ultimatum. Either 
he follows our customs or I never see him again. Nothing but nothing will tempt me 
now to treat the sanctity of marriage with anything less than proper respect!"












