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Innocence

By: B_Happy



My best friend, Carol, came over to my house almost every day. Either we just hung out or sometimes did homework together. We were both preoccupied with sex, and the changes in our bodies as we approached womanhood. From overheard conversations or from gossip, we knew which of our friends were doing what, and with whom. I found some Playboy magazines that my father thought were hidden, and I shared them with her. We envied the centerfolds their well-developed bodies. I also found trashy paperbacks in my Mom's bookcase. Carol and I took turns reading steamy scenes aloud from them. I became tingly between my legs when we did these naughty things, but I didn't dare tell her. 

One warm spring day, we were into a hot chapter of a particularly racy paperback. Carol read a scene about a woman who invited her neighbor's husband into her house, and seduced him. She read about the woman deliberately exposing herself, allowing the man to look up her skirt, and his growing arousal. As she read, I saw how she was lying on her tummy, rocking gently back and forth on my bed. I said, "I wonder what it feels like, having someone want you that badly?" 

She looked up and said to me, "Yeah, me too. I'd be scared. How will we know what to do when the time comes?" 

Her rubbing against the bed told me that she was as horny as I was. I was lying next to her and had part of the comforter bunched between my legs. I wanted desperately to touch myself there as I often did at night for relief. Then she surprised me by asking, "Susan, I have an idea, why don't we practice?" 

"What do you mean?" I replied, "We don't have any boys." 

She said, "I know, but we can take turns pretending. I'll be the boy for you, and you can do it for me." She said excitedly, "You go first." 

"OK", I said. She rolled onto her back and I threw my leg over hers. I felt strange at first, but when I straddled her leg, and felt her thigh against the crotch of my jeans, it became more natural. I put my arms around her and buried my face in her hair. "This feels nice", I said, and I began rubbing myself against her instinctively. 

Neither of us had much in the way of breasts, but it still felt nice pressing my chest against hers. I got on top and felt her breath, sweet and warm on my face. She parted her lips and licked them. I brought my face close to hers and pressed our lips together. Hers were soft against mine, and they parted as I ran my tongue over them. 

As we made out, I felt my pants growing wetter. The friction of my little bud against them was driving me crazy and I strived for all the stimulation I could get. I rotated my hips until I found her hard pubic bone, and my clit was pressed firmly between us. We kissed deeply. She held still and I fell into a humping motion, thrusting myself against her with increasing urgency. 

I felt my arousal build as it did when I masturbated, until I reached a point where I couldn't stop rubbing against her. My face flushed, my body spasmed. My orgasm overwhelmed me! 

Carol said, "Wow, that was so hot!" I looked down at her face, her eyes focused on some far off place. She was panting. Her small breasts crushed against mine, and the heat between our bodies, even through our clothes, was intense. I moved my body a little lower on hers and explored with my hips until her gasp let me know that I found her clit! She spread her legs and hunched against me. With just the right contact, I gently rotated my hips, testing her reaction. Soon her breathing grew hot on my face and she pulled my body tightly to hers. I pounded my hips against her pussy, fucking her like a boy, and it mattered not that I was a girl. I hunched relentlessly until she arched her back and clasped me between her legs. I muffled her cry with my mouth, afraid that we would attract the attention of my mother preparing dinner one floor below us.

Our bodies tangled, we faced each other awkwardly. What could we say? Could we name what happened between us? My bedside clock chimed the hour, five o'clock. Time for her to get home for dinner.

When I was alone, I looked at myself in the mirror. I struck suggestive poses, as I'd seen in magazines. I touched my jeans between my legs, they were soaked. My fingers rubbed the wet spot gently into my vagina, and I quickly became aroused. With my legs open in front of me, I sat at my dressing table and watched in the mirror as my fingers circled over the surface of my jeans, and soon experienced the rush of another orgasm. Then Mom shouted, "Susan, dinner's ready!" 

After school the following day, Carol was in my bedroom again. I was anxious to see her. I wasn't very philosophical about what happened between us, I just knew how good it felt. We bantered about our day for a while, as usual, and then Carol asked, "Want to practice some more?" I didn't need further invitation. 

This time we came together on the bed and kissed and caressed each other through our clothes. She put her hand under my skirt massaged me through my dampening panties. Her fingers felt so good on my crotch. Then her hand slipped inside my pants and parted my swollen lips. She knew exactly what to do, finding my throbbing bud quickly and rolling it between her fingers. I closed my eyes and opened my lips. Her lips quickly joined with mine, our tongues dueling. She had my legs spread wide and fingered me with one hand while the other cradled my head. I soon came harder than I ever had before!

Then it was my turn to play the boy again. Carol was wearing jeans. I ran my hands over her budding breasts and then down between her legs. Her jeans were as wet as mine were yesterday. I kissed her and started rubbing outside her pants. She implored, "Susan, please, inside."

I opened the snap of her jeans, then slid the zipper down. I slipped my fingers between her jeans and panties, cupping her mons in my hand. Her panties were soaked! I started rubbing and again, she urged, "Inside."

So I put my hand inside her panties and felt her crinkly hair against my palm. Her lips parted familiarly, and my fingers in the slippery place between them felt both familiar and different at the same time. I was concerned about doing her right, but her words only assured and encouraged me. "Oh yes, Susan, there, harder, more, higher, no, lower, faster, harder!" I kept following her instructions until she clamped my hand tightly with her legs and grabbed my head and pulled me into a kiss so hard that my lips hurt!

We practiced almost every day, for months. There was no embarassment, and no one else knew what we were doing. Although we continued to talk about boys, I will tell you honestly that there were quite a few other girls that I fantasized about practicing with!

We still compared notes on which boys we liked and which, we thought, liked us. These conversations frequently preceded our practice sessions, and I think we both were glad to have a safe outlet for our sexual energy. But, more and more, boys were showing an interest in us. The parties and dances we attended often ended in makeout sessions with one or another of the boys we liked. 

I liked sitting on a boy's lap while he kissed and touched me, feeling his hardness beneath my ass. I knew that Carol liked it too, it was still a main topic of conversation between us. I particularly liked when we shared the same sofa or blanket, making it possible to watch her. 

Watching and being watched was part of my excitement. We were still close friends, but somehow we "practiced" less. Maybe it was no longer necessary, or perhaps it was becoming embarrassing for her. She declined more when I wanted to do it, but I kept my disappointment to myself, and did not press the issue. 

As we became more developed, the boys became more attentive. I wore my red hair long, and my breasts grew to a 34C. I was athletic and swam on the school team. Hardly a weekend went by that I did not have a party to attend, or a movie date. There were a few boys I liked, but I did not want to go steady. Among my closest girlfriends, none were going "all the way", but the petting was getting pretty heavy. We were the good girls, we dated the good boys, the ones most happy to cooperate. At its best, sex play consisted of kissing and dry humping, mostly clothed. Inside the bra was acceptable, and perhaps a finger sneaking under the panties, but that was it. 

Sex was just like Carol and I had practiced. I liked to feel a boy on top of me. I encouraged them to thrust against me, and particularly liked to feel them come in their pants. I was proud to see the stain on their trousers, although I'd never mention that to them. My sort of boyfriend was Glenn. He was very respectful of the limits I imposed. Within the limits, he creatively discovered many ways to please me. I loved how he elevated stimulating my nipples to an art form, and my panties were always soaked when he got to touch them. Against my feigned resistance, Glenn's fingers insinuated themselves under my clothes and between my wet and swollen lips, giving me the gift of sweet release, and he enjoyed the giving as much as I enjoyed receiving!

Although I enjoyed sex with boys, my fantasies often involved other girls. Not every girl, but certain ones. I visited the public library, and researched the subject of homosexuality. I didn't think I was a lesbian; I enjoyed and responded too well to males! But girls did creep into my fantasies. Like my English teacher, it was her first year teaching and she was particularly attentive to me. And some of my teammates on the swim team, in their glistening suits. In the locker room, I sometimes had trouble concealing my fascination watching them change. I imagined holding them in my arms and making love to them, as I had with Carol.

Glenn and Carol were my closest friends. But I missed the intimate contact with Carol. One night, I invited her to stay over at my house. It was a Friday night, and we were both invited to a party. Glenn was there, and we did some making out, but there were too many people around for much to happen. Carol was with Steve, her steady, and I saw him petting her through her clothes. 

Later, in my bedroom, we undressed and changed into PJ's. Horny from my incomplete encounter with Glenn, and from watching Carol and Steve, I had a strong urge to masturbate. Fortunately, my room had two beds, and I thought that if I did it quietly, Carol would not be disturbed. I would rather have had one bed, and Carol as a partner again, but I couldn't go there. 

Carol discarded her clothes on the floor between the beds and went into the bathroom. I saw her panties lying there on the floor and I picked them up. They were soaked! Carol's panties were soaked from being with Steve. 

I pressed them to my face, inhaling for the first time the scent of another female's pussy! I felt my pulse pound. The musky aroma made my own juices flow, and I needed to stroke my pussy, but couldn't do it just yet. I heard the bathroom door open and dropped the panties to the floor. Carol didn't notice the flush on my face, and slipped into bed. Usually we talked for a while, but she was so tired that she just fell quickly asleep. 

My body ached with desire. The crotch of my PJ's was drenched, and I caressed myself quietly under the covers. In a matter of minutes, I heard the deep breathing that confirmed Carol’s sleep. I remembered her wet panties on the floor, and bent down to pick them up. As I rolled over, I bunched the blanket between my legs, and put her panties on my pillow, where I could appreciate her aroma. I humped the bedclothes and came hard, imagining my face where the sweet aroma came from. Feeling the wet material between my legs, I quickly became aroused again. This time I took the crotch of her panties, and put it inside my PJ's. I rubbed the wet material against my own bare pussy. My juices mixed with hers, making the satin fabric even wetter. I made myself come again, and then used my fingers to rub the mingled juices over my breasts. 

Innocent sex is sometimes the best. A grown woman now, I recall these experiences fondly and wish the same feelings could be recaptured. 

Innocence



Thump, thump, thump goes the bed above us in the ancient rhythm of sex. I glance up at the ceiling with a look that is part annoyance, part envy and part wonder. (I wouldn't lose my virginity for another 4 years.) 

"oh yes. Oh GOD, yes" filters down from above faintly. I look at Diana. She too, is staring up at the ceiling with the same mixtures of emotions on her face. Our eyes meet and we burst out laughing.

"Who lives above you, Diana?" I ask.

"Christie" she answers. I screw up my face trying to put an image to the name but I fail. "I don't think I know her."

"Fuck me. Fuck me..." the girl in question begs of her lover.

"How often do you have to put up with this?" 

Diana shrugs." She's particularly enthusiastic tonight."

We both return to our studying for the Biophysics exam coming up in about a week. Diana turns on the radio as loudly as she dares. It's well after 1 in the morning and we don't want to disturb the people in the neighbouring rooms. The words Christie is saying are no longer intelligible but the pleasure and the thumping of the bed is still audible. I'm trying to pay attention to the use of radar in bats but my mind is being unruly and is more interested in showing me pictures of what is happening upstairs. My clit is HUGE and throbbing in time with the thumps of the bed. I'm considering going to the washroom to take care of it.

"How far have you gone with Steve?" Diana suddenly asks me. I laugh.

"I'm having a hard time concentrating, too." Diana flashes me a brilliant smile and not for the first time, I think of how lovely she is. She is a very tall athlete with dark blonde hair, blue eyes. She races the 400 m and has an incredible body, all long lean muscles. I sigh. Not for the first time, I wish I was built like her. "oh, hey, you raced today, didn't you? You're tired. I can go."

"I'm not tired. I slept from 3 until we went for supper at 8. I'll never get to sleep now." I'm slightly curious if she means that she napped too long or if her clit is as sensitive as mine. The thought makes me feel warm. "Hello? Are you going to answer the question?

"What?" I start from my reverie. "Oh. No where, really. I haven't even let him undo a button yet."

"Why?" she asks curiously. I shrug. 

"What about you and Shawn?" I return. She opens her mouth to start to answer when a look of pain begins to cross her face.

"A charley horse!" she squeaks. I have already massaged about a 1000 of them from her thighs in the past few months. She clutches her hamstring. Without even thinking about it, I reach over and undo her jeans and slide them off her body. I run to her drawer where I know she keeps her A535 and rush back to the bed and rolls her over on her stomach. I spend the next 30 minutes or so slowing easing the large knot. Finally, she can straighten her leg again and I can feel that the ham is relaxing. I find that I haven't stopped caressing her thighs and I'm staring at her ass under her white cotton panties. I give my head a shake and guiltily remove my hands

"Feel better?"

"Totally. Thanks, Trace"

"My pleasure." I say automatically but then flush to realize that I did find it very pleasurable indeed. Diana gets up and puts the cream back. I can't help but watch her long lovely legs and her fantastic ass as she walks away from me. I remember that Diana's mother thinks that she needs to lose about 10 pounds.

"I can't believe your mother thinks you need to lose weight. You're perfect" I say with a trace of longing in my voice.

"My mother doesn't understand the body of an athlete. A woman should have a 20 inch waist. She could be as flabby and as weak as a newborn kitten as long as she has a tiny waist." Diana lifts her t-shirt to show me her flat, perfect stomach. "My waist is like 28". Way too big."

"Gee, I hate to think what she says about me."

"Actually, my mother adores you. She thinks you have an angel." answers Diana walking back over to the bed. She sits down beside me and gives me a kiss just off the side of my mouth. I look at her.

"What was that for? The massage? Or for telling you that you're perfect."

She smiles. "For thinking I'm pretty." She cocks her head to the side. "I guess that means I owe you another kiss."

"Do I get to say where?" I counter.

Her eyes widened. "Tray. Cee" She drawls out in shock.

"Hey, I was gonna have you kiss my ass!" We laugh. The noises from up above are beginning to heat up again. We both look up at the ceiling and sigh. Diana grabs my pajama shorts and in one quick motion pulls them off. I look at her stunned. I don't have any panties on. "What are you doing?" I cry out.

"I was going to kiss your ass." she answers. I notice that she is staring at my pussy.

"What?" I ask embarrassed. "I don't wear undies to bed."

"Oh me neither." she agrees absently, still staring at my cunt.

"What?" I ask again.

"It's just..." she stops. "The hair on your head is so much darker than mine but your ..." She gestures towards my thatch of light brown hair. " is so much lighter than mine. See." She pulls down her white cotton panties to reveal that her pussy is covered in black hair even though she's a natural blonde.

"Oh. That's ..." I trail off, not knowing how to finish the sentence. I watch her wordlessly remove her top and bra. "Now, what are you doing?" I ask nervously. I sit very still because my pussy is so wet that I'm afraid if I move she'll notice it glistening.

She reaches for the buttons on my pajama tops. "I want to see how different the colour on our nipples is?" She explains.

"But..." I start to protest and then decide to shrug out of my top. She leans against me so that our nipples are side by side. Hers are darker than mine, more of a rosy brown. Mine are lighter, pinker, a dusty rose. Her nipples are much larger than mine though. Twice the size easily.

"Why are yours so small?" she asks.

"How should I know?" I answer flustered.

"You have prettier breasts than me." wails Diana, starting to reach for them and then realizing what she was about to do, drops her hands to her lap.

"Don't be stupid! You're prettier than me in every way." I retaliate. "Have you ever seen your own bum. You have the world's most perfect ass."

Diana and I start to giggle and then we begin to have a true giggle fit. Where the harder we try to stop laughing, the harder we laugh. When the giggling stops we are lying side by side. The giggles have released some of our awkwardness with each other and with our own nudity. I openly sweep my eyes down her lithe body.

"God, Diana, if you weren't my friend, I'd hate your guts." I moaned.

"What are you talking about?"

"Your body. I want to look like you." I admit.

"Look like me? Tracy, you're not just pretty, you're smart and funny and ..."

"Shut up" I drawl to her with disbelief.

"And" she continues stubbornly, "you have this ... this stillness inside you." Her words catch me off guard. What is that supposed to mean? (Although I would hear that comment or some version of it from other people, I'm pretty sure she was the first to tell me that. And I still haven't figured what the hell they're talking about.) I give her a very puzzled look.

"Steve and I were talking about it the other day. That even when you're frantic and stressed, at your centre, there's this deep, dark, silent pool." Exasperated with her, I reach over and kiss her square on the lips just to shut her up. I never know how to handle compliments - especially weird ones! She was shocked, didn't return my kiss, she just lay there stiff. And I don't know where this thought came from, normally I would have broken off an unreturned kiss with quick embarrassment, but instead I tried to explain to her how special I thought she was. I don't if I can explain the kiss. There was very little passion in it. But it was slow and gentle and worshipping. She was still as stiff as a board. I broke off the kiss or I should say, I tried to. When our lips lost contact, it was as if a spell had been broken. She caught my mouth with hers, and she kissed me back, finally. Her kiss was hungrier than mine had been. She wrapped her arms around me and it seemed to me that we sunk into each other for just a moment. There was no petting or even much passion - just ... a message of belief in one for the other. I felt warm and accepted. And I knew that she found me lovely and worthy. I am also sure that she understood that I felt the same about her. When the kiss finally broke, we were both breathless and amazed at each other, at ourselves. This time Diana eyes openly sweep down my body.

"You're very naked." she commented.

"So are you."

"I meant," she gave me a "don't interrupt" look, "you're more naked than a man is." I give her a strange look and then looking at her I understood. Somehow the lack body hair on the chest and stomach does make her look more naked . She reaches out and runs a soft delicate hand across my tummy. I shiver uncontrollably. My belly has always been hypersensitive. "So smooth, so soft" she coos to me. I reach out for her strong stomach and suddenly our hands can't stop. Running our hands down each other's back, across our flaring hips, up marble smooth bellies and finally cupping each other's breasts. Diana and I have small breasts, apple sized. "Your nipples remind me of candies." she says as she dips her head to take one in her mouth. My breath catches in my throat.

"Candies are meant to be sucked" I answer, the passion builds quickly now between us as she takes first one then the other nipple into her mouth, sucking and slurping. I want to touch myself. I'm so horny but my hand slides quickly down her belly to her black mound. She's wet, too. If anything, she's wetter than I am. I push her onto her back and kiss her again but differently this time. My tongue probing her sweet mouth, I push her thighs apart with my knee as my fingers dive deeper into her silken slit. Good heavens, she's soaked! I kiss my way down her elegant throat to her very erect nipples. I suck and nip them as my fingers roughly twirl her clit which feels much bigger than mine. Her back arches sharply under me and she tries to keep her voice down.

"That feels so good. Oh so good. Good." she chants over and over again. Being an overly oral person, I won't be happy until I taste her. I'm dying of curiosity. I nip her tummy as I push myself down lower and lower. She has her legs splayed so far apart, it seems like she's doing the splits. She raises herself to her elbows to watch me. I'm finally in between her thighs. I spread her lips wide and look at her pussy. I've never really seen one before. I like it. Such a deep pink, such delicate folds - like a shell. I can smell her. I've always heard that we smell like fish. That isn't right. I try to place the smell but I can't.

"What are you doing?" asks Diana in a pained voice.

"I was smelling you." I answered. "It smells..."

"Eat me you bitch!" She orders. My mouth drops open in shock and my pussy clenches tightly. "Oh god, you are so cruel to make me wait for you!" she howls as she arches her hips to shove her cunt against my still gaping mouth. I instinctively rear my head back and push away her cunt with my hand. "oh please, Tracy, please. Do it. I promise to do the same to you afterwards." She's making little bucking motions with her hips that I find terribly exciting. I hesitantly stick my tongue in between her inner lips and quickly pull it back into my mouth. Cocking my head to the side and I taste cunt for the first time. Sweet but tangy, sort of. Not bad, actually. Diana tries to find her clit with her own fingers. I slap them away. "My pussy, now, babe." I tell her with a evil grin.

"Then, Eat It, eat it, eat it..." she moans. I give tiny licks at first while I think of how to do this. I've yet to let a man eat me, so I'm pretty clueless. But I like to touch myself here. I flick my tongue across her clit. She bucks and moans. Wriggling her hips hard against my face. I use my hands to hold her back and spread her lips wide. Her clit is a lot bigger than mine. I run my tongue along it's length. She squirms and squeals. I start at the bottom of her cunt, just above her ass and roughly slide my tongue up her slit, pushing hard against her clit again. "I like that!", she agrees, "I really, really like that." I do it again but this time I pause to push my tongue inside her. I catch the rim of her opening in my lips gently and give it a bit of a tug. She starts to wriggle furiously. I nip gently at her soft inner lips. Every time I do she jumps and yelps. Her pussy is pumping out juice by the litre. It washes over my hands, my face. It's soaking her ass and the coverlet underneath us. I want to stick something inside her but she's still a virgin, too, and I don't want to break her hymen. I suck her big clit into my mouth while I think about it. I really want to penetrate her for some reason. I rub her clit with my one hand as I look at her cunt. My eyes move down to her ass. It really is perfect. I lick the cunt juice off one of the globes and I get an idea. My fingers are slick as is her asshole, I slide my middle one in. It's pretty tight. Diana goes crazy. She bucking so hard I can't keep my finger on her clit so I grasp it with my mouth and really suck hard while I finger-fuck her beautiful butt. She's bouncing so hard, I'm afraid I'm going to bite her clit right off.

"I've never felt so good. Ahhh! Good. Good. GOOOODDD!" She's breathing harder than when she races, I think. She's really going nuts when suddenly, she's pushing me away. "No More! I can't stand it. NO MORE!" Her cunt is opening and closing on it's own and making funny sucking noises. Her hips are making little fucking motions which seems just so incredibly erotic.

"Did I hurt you?" I asked concerned. I notice that her breasts are rosy red and her nipples are like miniature Eiffel towers.

"Hurt me?" she gasps between breaths. "I have never felt ANYTHING like that. Wow! Trace, have you done this before?"

"No." I answer honestly. "I just touched you where I touch myself."

"Well, how come it doesn't feel that good when I touch myself?" She asks. I shrug. Don't know but I'm already hoping that she stays true to her promise to do me.

She pulls me to her and we lay cradled together side by side. Diana's breathing is quieter but still very deep. She wraps her arms and legs around me. She cocoons me for a while. I'm not sure how long, I can feel her body cooling behind mine. I wonder if she's going to fall asleep on me. I feel a little vexed. Just when I'm ready to take care of my own business, her hands move, cupping my breasts, teasing my nipples which were just starting to relax. She kisses the back of my neck softly, whispering to me, stirring the hairs on the back of my neck. Goose bumps break out all over my body. She pushes one leg between mine, pushing her thigh against my pussy. I can feel her hairy pussy rubbing against my ass. My nipples are soon tiny little rubies. She begins to be a bit rough with them. I almost tell her so but soon realize that I really like it. She's sucking on my neck now, giving me a hickey. A thought of what the hell is Steve going to think crosses my mind but I can't find the will to stop her. My clit is throbbing again. Diana's thigh is shiny from my juices.

Diana kisses her way down my backbone, lightly scratching my stomach and my back with her nails. My goose bumps have grown to shivers and the throbbing in my body seems to echo through every cell. I roll up to my hands and knees. I'm just dying for her to suck my pussy like I sucked hers. She reaches my ass and seems enthralled. She's kissing and licking and biting, squeezing and slapping it over and over. She even separates my cheeks and licks the crack. I'm a bit shocked but I like it. I wiggle my ass for her and she begins to lick double-time. I would have never thought of doing that. She pushes her fingers along my slit until they're slick and then she puts a finger inside my virgin pussy. It feels huge in there and Diana has long slim fingers. She watches intently as she slides it in and out. I moan softly. It feels nice but too far away from my screaming clit. I whimper a bit and arch my back deeply to expose my dripping slit. She takes the hint and flops over onto her back. She reluctantly removes her finger from my cunt and spreads my lips wide. I can feel the cool air against my superheated flesh. I spread my legs, lowering myself onto her hungry mouth. She begins to lick me from deep into the crack of my ass up to my swollen clit. My thighs begin to quiver almost uncontrollably. She's right. This feels so incredible. She begins to tongue-fuck me. OHHHH MY GOD! Why didn't I think of doing that? I feel my breath ragged and tearing at the back of my throat.

She stops. "Hey, does that feel good?" She asks from down below.

"Uh-huh." I agree breathlessly. She grabs the rim of my hole between her tongue and her upper lip and sucks really hard. I almost forget that we are trying to be quiet and give a little scream. She stops. "Shhhhh!" she warns. She starts to suck on the lips of my pussy. I bite my lip, trying to keep quiet but strangled whimpers of pleasure escape me regardlessly. I'm grinding and grinding my pussy against her face. I think nothing feels better than this when all of a sudden, she ruthless grabs my clit with her lips as she puts a finger deep into my cunt again. It hurts a little bit to be truthful but it also drives me insane. I begin to ride her finger with glee as she sucks my clit so hard that she feels like she's going to suck it off.

"Diana. I Like it! Do it, Diana, oh do it to me!" I encourage her. Soon, I can't speak or if I did, I haven't a clue what I said. This beautiful pressure is building inside and I can't handle how good this feels. I don't know what to do with my hands, my mouth . I almost a bit frightened. I can feel my pussy clenching and releasing in waves. I almost settle down but Diana's sucking sends another wave crashing down the wall of my cunt, and another ... and another. And then, I really can't handle it anymore, the pleasure so intense that it's beginning to seem like pain. I push her head away and roll to the side and wait for my sanity to return. Diana reaches for me.

"Nooo!" I cry.

"It's okay. I went through the same thing about an hour ago." She pulls me into her arms and we lay nose to nose. Breathing each other's breath. "You okay?"

"yeah. It isn't remotely the same as touching yourself is it?" I say in wonder and confusion. Diana gives her head a small shake. "Are we lesbians now?" She laughs.

"I was just wondering the same thing." She answers.

"I don't feel like a lesbian. I still just think of you as a friend."

"Me, too." agrees Diana. "Am I a virgin still?"

"Of course, why wouldn't you ... OH NO! I never even thought about that! Why didn't you say something?" I shrugged. "That's why you used my bum. I just thought ..." she sighs. "I'm so sorry Trace. Are you mad at me?"

"NO!" I answer. "I liked it! Better you than Steve. But next time, I'm sticking my finger inside you."

"Deal." Then, "Steve and Shawn are going to be pissed at us."

"Oh my God! We cheated on them!" I wail. "I just didn't think..."

"I don't think so." argued Diana. "It's not the same somehow..."

"Then why would they be pissed?"

"Are you going to let Steve eat your ... pussy?" She ends a bit awkwardly. Unused to such words.

"Nooo!" I say in shock. "Oh. *pause* Maybe we just shouldn't tell them."

"Our secret" she says kissing me softly.

"Our secret" I agree. The bed begins to thump again above us and we both go into another hysterical giggle fit.



Innocence



The congregation was on their feet. The three ladies had arrived just as greetings of, "Peace be with you." were being exchanged with their fellow brethren.

Marlena rolled her mother's wheelchair up next to the pew and even though the church was full, their usual spot was still open. The congregation always reserved those seats for Marlena and her young daughter, Francesca. They sat at the end of the pew so that Marlena could tend to her mother.

Marlena's loving concern for her mother, seen by the entire congregation, reflected on the good values that Magdalene had instilled in her daughter. Magdalene took a special pride in her daughter's charitable behavior because she had raised Marlena as a single parent.

Marlena was angelic in her spring attire, graceful with an air of innocence. Her unguarded smile lit her face and seemed to radiate strait from her heart. The flowery yellow dress that she wore was conservative, but could scarcely hide her womanly figure.

The familiar scent of frankincense, Old Spice cologne, and stale holy water effused the air. For Marlena, it was just part of the ritual that she had known from her earliest days. It was understood without question, that the family would attend Mass every Sunday. Marlena's mother had a passion for Father Joe's sermons and always insisted that they attend the 10:30 mass that he performed. On Wednesdays, Magdalene also sought Father Joe's guidance and atonement in the privacy of the confessional.

The priest motioned for the congregation to sit. Marlena struggled to keep smiling as she folded her skirt under her legs and then carefully set her sore bottom down on the wooden pew.

The erotic memories that were burned into her psyche from the night before, flooded back into her mind's eye transporting her to a place intense, dark, and sensual. For a moment, she questioned if it had all been just a dream, but those sensitive nipples swelling against the inside of her bra confirmed the truth. Her hand glided along her inner thigh, stopping where she knew that the teeth marks still lingered. Her body knew what it liked, and a small wet spot leaked onto the back of her skirt. Once she stood up, her thoughts would be revealed to the gentleman in the pew behind her.

Marlena was shaken back to reality as the first chorus of "Amazing Grace," struck up. She rose and joined in, lending her voice vigorously with the congregation. She tried to concentrate on the song but again her mind regressed to the evening before. Her voice trailed off as she remembered how the ropes held her hands over her head, just high enough to keep her on tiptoe. The elastic ligatures around her ample breasts formed a tourniquet causing them to swell and become a deep shade of purple.

She heard the hiss of the flogger as it cut through the air. The fire in each stroke dissipated into a warm, deep heat, sedating her into a cozy inner tranquility. When it was over, she wore a pattern of angry red tiger stripes from her shoulders to her buttocks, a signature from each tail of the flogger that had crossed her flesh. This bit of foreplay marked the beginning of her journey, serving to awaken her flesh for what was to come.

Anton checked the ropes on Marlena's hands to be sure that they were not cutting too deeply. He then bent over, laying the side of his head against her baby pouch and deeply inhaled the female aroma that perfumed her womanhood. He moved lower and Marlena expected to feel his tongue lap across her swollen clit but instead he continued with his descent and grabbed a mouthful of flesh on her inner thigh. He bit down firmly, impressing his teeth marks into her tender tissue.

"Ohhh." She inhaled, holding her breath until he finally released her. It was his way of claiming her as his possession for the evening.

Anton's hand glided between her legs and he entertained himself with the supple slick flesh that he found hidden in the tangle of curly chestnut brown hair. The moisture that he scooped from between her legs gave him the confirmation that he was looking for to continue with the session. Anton raised his sticky hand to her lips. Marlena took his fingers one at a time into her mouth, and after her tongue had reclaimed her juices, she let each finger slowly glide out.

Anton moved behind Marlena bending his knees to get low enough to positioning his upright cock between her spread legs. He entwined the fingers of his left hand into her long brown hair and pulled her head back onto his shoulder so that she was cheek to cheek with her Master.

"Hmmm." He mewed softly as he rubbed the stubble of his raspy day-old beard against her soft smooth cheek.

He placed his right hand on the front corner of her hip and pulled her buttocks back against his stomach. He seemed to enjoy himself, holding her in anticipation of what was to come. Anton simply stood up and in one thrust, had buried his cock in her hungry vagina. Her toes floated an inch off the floor and she hung suspended, supported only by the ropes on her wrists and the huge cock in her cunt. Her back arched as she struggled to accept the violation. Anton held her securely impaled upon his cock until he felt her relax, in acceptance of their union.

Her tension stemmed not from the carnal attack, but from her own thoughts. Would he violate the one request that she had entrusted him with? Would he cum inside of her? She had given him Master's Rights, which meant that he could use her in any manner that he pleased. She had only asked that he respect the fact that she did not use birth control. In exchange, she had promised that she would never let his seed fall to the ground.

Then just as quickly as he had entered her, he lowered her to her feet and slide out, providing the answer to her unspoken question. He walked in front of her and ran his hand down the center of her torso. Marlena watched in anticipation as Anton raised his flogger with his eyes purposefully fixed upon her obscenely distended breasts. 

He started out skillfully spinning the tails of the lightweight flogger just close enough to allow the tips to bite into her nipples. Those symbols of her femininity were instantly the center of her world. The sting motivated her to move away but her pride held her still. Her head fell back and she raised her rib cage, offering her breasts for His use. She rode out the remaining passes of the flogger, gracefully showing the good training bestowed upon her by her previous Masters.

Anton then switched to the medium weight flogger. Each blow rocked her breasts as he alternated from one to the other. She relished the heavier weight of this tool as it assailed her tortured tits. Her perseverance was commendable but dwindled when the assault came quickly enough to land one blow upon the other. Her breasts and mind reeled from the torment. Internally she screamed. Externally, she was trying to hold her tongue but the whimpers tumbled out, unstoppable, from her lips. When Anton saw her trembling, he slowed the speed, finishing with the tails just lightly caressing her traumatized flesh. Her Master dropped the flogger and sweetly soothed her sore buds with his tongue. 

Anton released the ropes that held her wrists. Her arms felt cold as they fell to her sides. He then slowly released the bindings from her breasts. She recoiled as the hot blood rushed in, emblazoning her oxygen starve tissue.

He instructed her to pour a glass of wine for each of them. As they sipped the wine, he massaged the natural color back into her breasts. She thought to her self, "He is kinder than the others. I like how he cares for me."

Anton finished his wine before Marlena. He stood and stared into her eyes and said, "I have been dreaming of seeing you with my cock between those sweet lips."

He motioned with his head to a spot at his feet. Marlena instinctively knew her place. She set the glass down and fell to her knees in front of him. She took his semi-rigid cock into her mouth relishing the taste of her own juices that had dried there. She took him to the back of her throat, wondering if he would want to cum this way. As she slowly stroked her own clit, Marlena used all of her oral skills to revive his manhood, bringing it back to full turgor. He was more than a mouthful but she prided herself on never allowing a single tooth to touch his sensitive skin.

Marlena moved on, slowly tracing her way along the bottom of his shaft and cautiously sucking his entire scrotum into her mouth. She at first rolled and teased his testicles with her tongue, and then became quiet. She just held him in her mouth for a long time, feeling a passive yet powerful strength in this union, feeling her sublime strength as a woman.

She felt a growing urge to explore forbidden places. She released him and tried in vane to go lower yet. Their eyes met and Anton understood her intentions. He took her hand and guided her to the futon in the corner of the room. He settled in the center on his hands and knees, giving her full access to his anus.

He had not asked her to do this; it was of her own accord. She felt compelled by something deep in her being to cross this boundary into the taboo. Perhaps she had just been too long without a companion. After all, it was she who had come to Him. It was she who had solicited this encounter.

She had heard the other women whispering about his skillful use of a woman's body. They said that he had an Old World style and that he would protect a women's reputation. Marlena liked his easy smile and solid deep voice. He had a good rapport that made her feel comfortable when she was in his collar. The steady gaze of his intelligent blue eyes made her feel as if he was looking into her thoughts. His broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist, drawing the eye to his tight ass. That is where Marlena was right now.

She wanted to please him. She wanted to give him something that the other women would not give. Her tongue reached out and caressed the small folds of his sphincter. She smelled and tasted his musky scent. Instead of repulsing her, it stirred her senses like good cologne and moved her into a more profound mental state. Her saliva flowed as if a fine meal had been laid before her. She used it and her tongue, like a small mop to swab and scour every crevice. She smiled as each passing of her tongue caused his opening to instinctively pucker up.

This was her way of giving herself completely. She knew that her fetish would be appalling to many, but this was her favorite act of submission and it was sacred to her. She pushed her tongue past the strong muscular ridges until she found the soft inner flesh she desired. She became engrossed with her play; losing track of time, as her world became just the anus that she was making love with. She kissed, licked, stretched, and fondled, using her well-trained tongue like a small dildo, fucking her Master into a place of bliss. A smile crossed her lips as his continuous moans let her know that her gift was well received.

He gently grabbed her by the hair raising her head up and said, "Hey sweetie, come up for a little air."

He rolled over picking up her wineglass and brought it to her lips. She learned long ago to always hold back some wine to cleanse her palate after rimming her lover. She gracefully swished the wine in her mouth and used it to clean her lips, finally swallowing it all.

Marlena was sure that Anton would now want to fuck her but instead he went to his toy bag. He slid a thin vinyl glove over his hand and rubbed lubricant on it. He returned to the middle of the floor, lying down on his side with his elbow bent at ninety degrees. His hand was pointing at the ceiling. He rolled his hand into a taper for easier insertion into her body. 

Anton invited her over in a low husky voice. "Come my pet. Isn't this the way you said you wanted it."

She knew what to do, she would not resist, in fact, she relished what was about to happen. She straddled his arm, her legs obscenely spread, and let her weight settle onto the cone of his fingers. Her hungry cunt swallowed the first half of his hand quickly, but the girth of his knuckles was bigger than anything she had felt since the birth of her daughter. She grunted as the muscles stretched to accommodate the intrusion of his large fist. Stopping was not an option.

Marlena almost swooned as she felt her over-dilated cunt finally yield in submission to the task at hand. Her cunt squeezed his hand like a tight elastic band, clamping with a vise-like grip around his wrist, locking the two lovers together. She was at first, afraid to move. Sweat formed along her forehead as she squatted, impaled, frozen and catatonic. She reached out to the side and steadied herself with a hand against the wall. She was beyond reasonable thought. She stared straight ahead without seeing, and then her eyelids slowly fell shut.

"Ahhh." Marlena released a small scream as her body instinctively began to fuck the fist that was now splitting her in half. The look on her face became one of distorted agony and simultaneous pleasure. She was moaning and crying as she strained in pleasure. Her Master struggled to keep his arm against the floor as her cunt firmly tugged at the base of his hand with each upstroke.

Anton watched the incredible event with awe. Her could feel the warmth from her cunt, radiating against the side of his face. He smelled the female aroma of her nectar as it leaked down his arm. He watched from below as her sweat-drenched breasts heaved with her efforts. Her cries became a scream when her orgasm went off like a grenade in her core. Marlena drove herself down onto the fist with abandon, almost to the point of self-destruction, her ejaculate baptizing her Master's leather gauntlet in an unholy way.

After the final convulsion had passed, she was dazed and hyperventilated. She tried to rise, but her legs had turned to rubber, and she only succeeded in falling to the side. When Anton carefully pulled his fist from her center, the last half-cup of girl juice puddled onto the floor.

As Anton stripped the glove from his hand, he saw the blood smeared along the inside of her thigh and a worried look crossed his face. Marlena saw his concern immediately.

She understood his thoughts and put his mind to rest by saying, "Don't worry, that happens sometimes. I think you just bump-started my period." She smiled weakly, and ran her tongue along his gauntlet to gather her juices.

His smile showed his relief. He picked her up in his arms, gently setting her on the futon and stroking her hair softly. He laid a hand over her heart and held it there until he felt her pulse return to normal.

When she had cooled and her breathing had quieted, he softly said, "Marlena, it is time for me to take my pleasure. Roll over on your hands and knees."

He moved behind her and laid his hand between her shoulder blades guiding her torso down until her face and breasts were pressed against the comforter. This left her ass up in the air at his disposal. He grabbed the lube one more time and lathered his rock hard cock, this time intending to aim for the higher hole. She read his thoughts and reached behind, grabbing his cock with her hand and positioning it at the opening of her tight rosebud.

Marlena smiled as Anton acknowledged her willing demeanor. "Your really are a gift, sweet one."

His need for release drove him to open her quickly, not giving her time to accommodate his girth. She tried to relax but the ache tightened her up. His second stab penetrated her protesting rectum. Oh, how she hurt, but her moans only seem to excite him further. He was beyond the point of stopping, his pleasure would not be denied. She knew that she should push back as if going to the bathroom to make the passage easier. Her technique worked and on the third assault, he plunged deep into her asshole.

The fisting that he had just witnessed was still playing through his mind. That visceral scene combined with the wet warmth, and ultra-tight asshole that this beautiful woman so willingly offered, stoked the fire in his groin. He set up a hot rhythm working her hole for his pleasure. The first tide of orgasm quickly swelled through his body. He started to quiver and then slowed his motion to a stop, holding her by the hips tightly against himself. Anton wanted to savor this moment. He did not allow her any movement until his orgasm had subsided back to just a tingle. He now began a slow deliberate fuck, moving just fast enough to bring that delicious feeling back up to half strength. He paced himself, relishing the life affirming energy that was coursing through his body, toying with it, but not letting it crest.

Anton was in his own world and had forgotten about the feelings of the woman under him, but now she was also riding the edge of a colossal orgasm. She started to return his thrusts and a cold shiver ran up his spine that he could not stop. His balls tighten up and his orgasm boiled to the surface.

"Damn!" he moaned throwing his head back in a primal scream.

He slammed his hips time and again against hers, planting his seed deep into her depths. In a chorus of ecstasy, Marlena voice matched his as the orgasm passed through them like a tornado, leaving them collapsed into a tangled heap of wreckage. He held her in union until his now overly sensitive cock softened and slid out of her backside.

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Marlena heard a small moan and then realized that it had come from her own throat. As she emerged from her memories, she found that she was still sitting in church! She licked her dry lips. Her breathing was shallow and rhythmic. Her heart was pounding like she had been running. Her arousal was complete, and completely out of place! Even her hunger from fasting, now only seemed to be an aphrodisiac. Her face was flushed with embarrassment. Francesca was staring at her with an inquisitive tilt of her head wondering why her mother had moaned.

Marlena feigned a coughing fit and quietly excused her self from the congregation. She stepped into the aisle along the wall, hoping to minimize any disturbance to the congregation. More that one man surely notice how each footstep sent a wonderful ripple passing through her supple breasts and how the stretched fabric of her pretty dress only served to accentuate her erect nipples.

She found the ladies room and quickly closed the stall door. She sat back on the toilet, hiked up her skirt and dropped her panties to her knees. There was an audible squish as her fingers plunged into her wet pussy. She brought the nectar to her lips and tasted it with pleasure. She dipped again and again, licking the juices from her fingers each time. It was her private ritual.

She found the magic spot just below her clitoris and lightly polished it with her fingertips. She reeled as she remembered how His hand had felt pressed up against her cervix, filling her so completely. Her orgasm started as a tingle in her feet, nipples, and clit.. She shuddered, as the points of pleasure raced together into a full body orgasm that stiffened her like a board. Her mouth hung open in a silent gasp. She heard the splashing of her juices as it drooled from her responsive cunt into the toilet.

As the waves of pleasure passed, she slumped onto the toilet. For five minutes, she just sat there, eyes half-shut in languid tranquility, savoring the aftermath of her orgasm. Marlena was lightly caressing her sensitive cunt, and was toying with the idea of going for a second round of pleasure when she suddenly realized the she had lost track of time.

She quickly recomposed herself, rinsed her hands, and returned to Mass. She arrived just in time to push her mother's wheelchair to the Altar. After her mother had taken Communion, Marlena kneeled at the Altar railing. She loved this ritual also. She closed her eyes, turned her head upward toward Father Joe and opened her mouth.




Innocence



Father Joe lingered just a moment, subconsciously touched by her sublime afterglow. There was a peaceful contentment that radiated from her face. It suggested purity and innocence. She was a lovely as her mother had been when he was a young man. Her exposed neck and open mouth stirred his primitive instincts. His eyes drifted lower to the small silver crucifix that dangled between her ripe breasts.

When the scent on her breath caught his nose, a lightening bolt of animal instinct charged straight through his core. He stood transfixed, forgetting his surroundings, feeling his cock swelling under his robes. His countenance changed to one of lust. He shook his head trying to convince himself that he had perceived something wrong, after all, this was sweet little Marlena. He could not lust after his own...

That secret was buried thirty-two years ago behind the curtain of the confessional box. Sister Magdalene knelt before the young priest and whispered through the darkened divider that she was pregnant. He had no penance for her that day. He did not know what to say. She left the convent to protect his reputation and prevent a scandal that would surely ruin the career of the man that she loved. Eight months later, she bore him a beautiful daughter, and Marlena in turn, bore him a granddaughter.

When Father Joe realized that his feelings were plastered all over his face, he quickly reapplied the false smile that he always holds as he orchestrates his Altar production. He spoke the words, "Body of Christ" and delivered the Eucharist onto Marlena's waiting tongue. He moved on quickly, needing familiar ground, and running in fear of what he had seen in himself.

Marlena lingered at the Altar; a picture of unassuming grace, head bowed in prayer, never knowing that it was her father who had just delivered the Sacrament to her. She would never know how her pious composure and ripe sexuality had caused such a lusty conflict in the pit of his stomach.

The congregation was unaware of how this sweet young woman, who had grown up among them, loved to dance on the edge of sexual madness. She considered her sexuality to be a strength, not a sin. After all, she had kept her promise to her Master and he had kept his promise to her.

It is a sensual world, and Marlena is a sensual woman. She knew what to expect. For the next week, her nymphomania would continue. The thought of how her Master had so thoroughly fucked her, lingered just under the surface. The sound of a deep male voice, the scent of leather, or even the wind playing across her skin will make her wetness return. She liked the way her Master made her feel and hoped that he would take her again.

She let the unleavened bread slowly soften on her tongue, trying not to let it stick to the roof of her mouth.



Innocence and Honesty



All characters are over the age of 18.

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Beautiful Mt Maunganui lies on the east coast of the North Island of New Zealand, and is a playground for both locals and tourists of all ages. Standing on the peak of the modest 232 metre mountain, the views are spectacular. To the east, the Pacific Ocean stretches out in front of you, the shallow green water turns to blue as it deepens. Directly north, the entrance to Tauranga Harbour provides access for both commercial shipping and a large flotilla of pleasure boats that ply the waterways. Directly below and to the South, lies the ever and fast expanding town of Mt Maunganui. Further south; a spectacular white sandy beach curves out as far as the eye can see before fading into the horizon. The recreational fishing is the best in the world, the surf providing some of the best rides in the southern hemisphere, and the warm summer waters a welcome respite for swimmers in the blistering hot summer months.

For local teenagers, it's a paradise second to none. Being able to obtain a drivers license at the age of fifteen, legally able to have sex at sixteen, and purchase alcohol at eighteen, the opportunity to have fun is never far away. The party atmosphere at the local surf club is always an option, or a twenty minute drive south could provide all of the seclusion one could ever ask for. In summer, many thousands of out of towners flock to the beautiful beaches to take in the sights, sounds and the cool waters.

The McDermot family relocated to Mt Maunganui in David's final year of school, they'd sold their farm in the rural South Island and moved to the sunny north for a well earned rest. For David, it was a dream come true. Gone were the cold early morning rises to milk the herd of cows, gone also were the weekends spent mending fences or feeding out during the cold brisk winter. In its place was time to spend with new friends and have fun. His sports prowess was immediately recognised and soon exploited; he was a fast winger on the rugby field, and a pace bowler on the cricket pitch. His ready smile and an easy going nature soon made him popular with other teenagers. Hard farm work and a healthy diet had widened his shoulders and narrowed his waist, a flat stomach rippled with muscle. His thick unruly fair hair soon bleached in the sun, his strong face and body soon turned a golden bronze.

In the weekends, David drifted towards the beach with his new found friends, they swam and sunbathed during the day, and drank, BBQ'd and partied at night. They would sometimes drive south and sit around large bonfires fuelled with dry driftwood. The numbers of teenagers fluctuated, during the day; there were usually at least ten to twenty friends and acquaintances congregating in one place, but at night it could swell to fifty or more. The mix of males to females was roughly even, the girls enjoying the safety in numbers and knowing that nothing would really happen against their will if they made enough noise. The males split their attentions between male comradeship and the pleasures of the opposite sex. While alcohol consumption was normal, the use of drugs was discouraged. A little marijuana was tolerated when there was little chance of being busted, but the last thing any of them wanted was the attention of the local constabulary. 

David tended to hang out mostly with Jeremy and Kelvin who played in the same rugby team during the winter months. They were burly, loud and enjoyed life to the full, never letting any chance go by to make fun of anyone, themselves included. They attracted their fair share of girls, and David was in awe of how Jeremy and Kelvin treated them. The more they made fun of them with their chauvinistic jokes, the more the girls seem to be attracted to them. They boasted of their sexual conquests and David was more than envious. Before moving to the coast, his own sexual encounters had been limited to a few kisses and a little groping at the local school dances. Some of it was due to the remoteness of the family farm, a forty five minute drive to the closest town and school, but mostly it was down to his shyness. As an only child, his socialising with the opposite sex had been limited to the girls he went to school with. Having known them for most of his life, they were more like sisters to him than potential sexual partners.

But now things were different, the presence of so many scantily clad beach girls was a dream come true. He was aware that the sexual promiscuity was exaggerated with some bravado, but it did happen. What he did wonder was, when it was going to happen to him? He knew he was reasonably popular with the girls; his shyness almost a matter of interest to them. But a healthy respect for girls drummed into him by his mother was hard to shrug off, and the girls were bemused to be treated somewhat differently than the other braggarts who were never far away.

Sharee, Hayley, Chrissy and Suzy had been good friends since their early teenage years. Having spent their childhood in Mt Maunganui, they thrived on the summer days spent at the beach. The four girls were part of the hardcore bunch that frequented the beachfront, but their own friendships were paramount. They trusted and looked after each other, and while always ready to party, the sex thing was kept at arms length. They knew full well how the males boasted of their conquests and wanted no part of it. They were however popular girls and were tolerated, firstly because they were good to look at, but secondly because males always live and hope that one day they could get lucky. 

The general consensus of the males was; out of the four girls, Hayley would be their last pick if sex was on offer. Sharee, Suzy and Chrissy were extremely pretty girls, they were long haired, big breasted and curvy, and were quite happy to parade around unashamedly in their bikinis which only accentuated their sexuality. Hayley was different; with her curly brunette hair cut short, her face pretty face speckled with summer freckles. She was tall, her shoulders wide from competitive swimming and life saving with the surf club, in winter she sprinted with the athletics team. She preferred one piece bathing suits that held her breasts in place, but then only accentuated her narrow waist. Her legs were long, toned and muscular, the high leg cut of her bathing suit made them appear longer. Unlike the others, Hayley tended to don a short dress to cover her body when not in the water or sunbathing. While not a prude, she didn't like being stared at by males with only one thing on their minds, if the other girls liked to be looked at, that was fine by her.

But out of all of the girls on the beach, it was Hayley that David was attracted to most. He understood her unwillingness to not be a sex object, and to him, the short dresses she wore only made her more desirable. He liked her athletic body, and being sporty himself, he knew how hard it was to remain fit and trim. While Sharee, Suzy and Chrissie still went to the same school as David, Hayley had unfortunately left and was working in the family business. The only time he saw her was in the weekends. 

Hayley had intuitively guessed that David liked her, they had spoken a few times after he had sought her out when she was alone, and his attentions weren't all that unwelcome. He was good looking with a nice body; he was polite and friendly without the usual bravado. She liked the way he looked into her eyes when he talked to her, and had never caught his eyes wandering to where they shouldn't. She was under no illusion that they didn't, but at least he was polite enough to not make it obvious. For the first time in many months, Hayley felt the pull of her sexuality but kept it in check. While David was blissfully unaware of Hayley's feelings, her three friends weren't and their teasing and encouragement increased daily. Hayley was being pulled in two directions, her friendship with the girls, and her feelings for David. But as time drifted by, their furtive glances and chatting slowly increased.

It was on a Saturday night that their relationship finally progressed further. A large number of teenagers had gathered around a large fire. With plenty of alcohol and music from a substantial car stereo, the scene was set for a good night. Jeremy and Kelvin both plied with more than a few beers had turned the subject to sex, and what was best position in which to complete the act. As usual, the boys were well prepared to advise of their past adventures; the girls were interested in listening but intelligent enough not to get involved. After a while Jeremy tuned and pointed his half filled bottle of beer at David.

"Hey Davy boy, what's you're favourite position?"

David blushed as all heads turned to him, "Dunno." he replied honestly.

"What do mean, dunno?" Jeremy bellowed for all to hear.

"Truth is, I haven't actually done it." he replied sheepishly.

"For fucks sake, we've still got a virgin among us." Jeremy bellowed even louder for all to hear. 

It got a few laughs and cheers which David took as best he could; giving a little bow to his audience to try and avoid further embarrassment. 

"Hey girls, anyone looking for a virgin to try out? C'mon , don't be shy. It'll be your only chance, there's not many left around here." Jeremy continued. 

It got a few laughs, but by then the fun had run out of steam and everyone returned to what they were doing before. David took it in good fun and was at the wrong end of a bit of good humoured flack for the next few hours. 

It was after eleven when his eyes found Hayley again; she smiled and strolled over to him.

"At least you were honest." she said. "I reckon half of the so called studs over there haven't done it either. So you're in good company."

David laughed, "I guess you're right."

"Anyway you're too nice to stay a virgin for long." Hayley said. "I reckon you'll be a bit of a challenge now for half the girls around here. You'd best be careful."

"Maybe I'm waiting for the right person to do it with." he commented.

Her eyes swung to his and held his stare, "Very noble idea, but it doesn't usually happen like that."

David froze realising the double meaning of his last comment, "Hey, don't think I was propositioning you. I just mean that it would be nice to do it the first time with someone you actually care for."

Hayley smiled, "I know what you meant, it's just that you'd do it the first chance you got now matter what she looked like."

David thought about it for a few seconds and smiled, "Well, I live in hope."

Hayley returned his smile, then suddenly leaned forward and kissed him. It was almost electric as they tentatively touched lips and then allowed their tongues to touch for the first time. David felt her hands encircle his waist as she leaned into him. He pulled her in tight and held her as the kiss got more passionate. Then she pushed him away and then took his hand.

"Let's walk along the beach a bit where it's more private." she suggested. 

They walked away from the light of the fire and stood close again, she took his face in her hands and peppered his face with kisses before placing her lips again on his. For an eternity, they held each other tight before she again pushed him away.

"This is real nice, but it's late and I've gotta go, Suzie's dad is picking us up soon." Hayley said.

"I'd rather you stayed." 

"Me too, but I can't. But I'm sure we'll get around to this again."

"I hope so."

She took his hand and kissed it, "Look, you like me and I like you back. So this will happen again real soon. So one more kiss and then its time to go."

A few minutes later they were back amongst the party, luckily no one noticed them walking back hand in hand. 

Late next morning, the hot sun had settled high over a cloudless sky and large rolling waves pounded the beach. Hundreds of eager bathers battled the surf while the surf life savers scanned for those who got into trouble. David and a few others had swum out beyond the breaking surf and frolicked in the large waves until too tired to continue. When David returned to the beach, he was pleasantly surprised to find Hayley lying on a towel next to his.

"Hello." David called when he got close.

She turned and grinned up at him. 

"Hi, recognised your towel and made myself comfortable. Don't mind, do you?" she asked knowingly.

He just grinned and stretched out beside her. With his sun glasses on, David gazed back over her body, the black bathing suit hugging her bronze curves as she lay on her stomach, her thighs slightly parted on the towel below. Their fingers burrowed under the sand until they touched, and they smiled assuring each other that their feelings hadn't changed from the night before. Over the next few hours they kept pretty much to themselves, swimming when it got too hot and then returning to their towels to catch more rays. 

Later in the afternoon, Hayley raised herself onto her elbows and looked over at David, "I'm bored, wanna go for a walk?" 

"Sure." he replied as he stretched his long body, got to his feet and slipped a tee shirt on.

He watched as Hayley slipped a short burgundy skirt over her head and adjusted it over her thighs; she then donned a wide brimmed hat and a pair of sunglasses. As they strolled past Suzy, Chrissie and Sharee who were sunbathing close by; Suzy sat up and grinned at the couple.

"Hey Hayley, want us to come too?" she asked coyly.

Hayley grinned, "Nah, I think I'm quite safe with David."

"It's not you I'm worried about." was her reply.

Hayley put her head down, grinned and kept walking.

For the next twenty minutes, they strolled hand in hand down the beach only stopping to kiss. The kissing was more frequent as the beach became more secluded. Then Hayley began heading up the beach toward the houses that lined the beach.

"This is where I live." she said pointing to a large modern two storey house.

She pushed through a gate, along a path through a landscaped section and onto a wooden deck. Turning on a tap, she began washing the sand from her feet. 

She grinned over at David, "My parents are away for the weekend and I'm staying at Suzy's. You'd better wash the sand of too, otherwise my mother will notice the sand through the house and know I've been back home."

Hayley went into the house and returned with two cold beers from the fridge, handing one to David she beckoned him inside. He followed her through the elaborately furnished home, a far cry from the old farm house he'd been brought up in. He gazed longingly up her dress as he followed her up the stairs, his eyes fixed on black clad buttocks as they moved with each step. Hayley turned and smiled mischievously back at him as she opened her bedroom door. Inside, her bedroom was cluttered with books and CD's, posters of various bands covered the walls. 

Hayley grinned as his eyes swept around the room, "Sorry about the mess; I wasn't planning on entertaining."

He followed her through a ranch slider and out onto a wooden deck, the high second story vantage point providing good views down to the beach and the ocean beyond. A slatted pergola over one end of the deck provided some shelter from the sun, and to where Hayley dragged two sun loungers and placed them side by side. Adjusting the backs into a sitting position, she sat down on one and patted the other for David.

"This is quite spectacular, the house and the view." he commented.

"And what about me, am I not spectacular too?" she replied in a sulky voice.

He laughed, "That goes without saying."

"Liar." she replied but gave him a peck on the lips anyway.

He pulled her tight and held her lips against his, their tongues exploring each other. She turned and leaned into him, her arms were soon around his neck as the kiss got more passionate. Every now and then their lips would part to nuzzle necks and ears. 

An aroused Hayley waited for David to make advances, she wanted to feel his hands on her body, to be touched in all her private places. She could soon feel her dampness between her thighs, but still David behaved like a perfect gentleman. Maybe it was time to let him know that she wasn't interested in a perfect gentleman, she wanted and needed something else. She reached for his hand, then guided it between her legs and up to her material covered pussy, then turned slightly and opened her thighs as his fingers explored her. She sighed deeply and then kissed him as his fingers eased the material aside. She felt his fingers gently part her lips and probe her opening, then move up to her clitoris. Her hand slipped over to David's crotch and instantly found his erection; she squeezed it through the material of his shorts. Her hand then unfastened the nylon tie at the top of his shorts, and was soon underneath grasping his manhood. 

David squirmed as her hand slowly explored his girth, her fingers teasing the head and the eye at the top. He removed his hand from between her thighs and caressed each of her breasts in turn. Hayley pulled her shoulder straps down and wriggled both breasts out of captivity, then closed her eyes as his mouth began to nuzzle her erect nipples. His hand returned to between her thighs and under her bathing suit, she squirmed as a long finger slid inside her. But it wasn't long before frustration again set in. Hayley pushed him away and rolled off the sun lounger, she took him by the hand and led him inside to her bed. 

"Take my clothes off." she whispered.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked nervously.

She smiled, "Course I'm sure, otherwise we wouldn't be here. If you don't take them off, I will. I should warn you, there's no escape, you're all mine."

David grinned as he lifted her skirt up and over her head before discarding it; he eased her bathing suit downwards until it dropped from her thighs to the floor. His eyes feasted on her body, the paleness of her breasts and stomach in sharp contrast to the rest of her. A neat triangle of dark curls stretched upwards from between her thighs.

"You like?" she teased and pirouetted in a circle before him. 

His wide eyed silence confirmed it. She reached for his shorts and pushed them downwards, and then laughed as his erection bounced up and down when released from its tight constraint. Stepping closer she placed it between her thighs and kissed him, the warm tightness making his cock twitch in anticipation.

"Don't you cum yet." Hayley warned. "I've got big plans for you." she added pulling back the bed covers and slipping in. 

They soon lay side by side exploring each others bodies, then Hayley rolled onto her back and spread her thighs so that David could explore more closely. He moved down the bed and knelt beside her to take in the view. By now, her curls were damp and flat against her smooth skin. Her pink lips were agape and her clitoris swollen and erect. Below, her opening was waiting for attention, and welcomed David's gentle exploring fingers. She pushed and squirmed against his hand as he explored her deeply. 

"Mmmm. For a beginner, you seem to know what you're doing." she whispered.

Hayley let him continue awhile and then pulled him up alongside her, slipping a leg over him, she pulled herself upright sitting on his stomach leaving his cock standing proudly in front. She took it in hand and squeezed the shaft playfully, the head standing high above her fist. She stroked it slowly and twirled the fingers of her other hand over the head of his cock, gleefully watching the look of pleasure on his face. Sliding her body backwards down his legs, she lowered her mouth over his bulbous knob and sucked on it gently, her tongue flickering swiftly over the glands. He moaned loudly and pushed upwards into her mouth causing her to pull away.

"Lie still or you'll ruin us both." she ordered and lowered her mouth again.




Innocence and Honesty



She could soon feel the tension mounting in him, and wisely removed her mouth and hands before he exploded prematurely. She waited patiently for him to relax and again took him in her mouth. Concentrating on the head, she slowly sucked, nibbled and tongued, her eyes firmly focused on David's face. He wore a faint smile and his eyes were half closed, his hands folded upwards under his head. His eyes opened as she slid back up and sat on his stomach, his cock in front of triangle of curls.

"So, shall we take you into another world now?" she asked as her fingers ran playfully up the length of his shaft.

All he could muster was a grin. Hayley raised herself onto one knee and pushed his cock backwards through her curls and moist lips; then lowered herself onto the head of his cock taking the first two inches. She looked into David's face, but his eyes were firmly focused on his cock disappearing between a pair of warm wet lips for the first time. She slipped slightly upwards and rotated her pussy before pushing down again, this time taking his full length in one slow stroke. 

"So, tell me how it feels?" she asked.

"Fucking fantastic." he groaned. "Nice, warm and tight. Fuck, it's so good."

She smiled down at him, "It's okay to cum inside me, but not yet. Let's have some fun first."

She smiled down at him while starting to work on him, sliding her pussy up and down slowly. His hands stroked her inner thighs and then parted her curls as if trying to get a better look at the action. Hayley leaned backwards and slipped her legs out in front of her giving him a better view as his cock slipped in and out of her pink lips. However, the natural forward pull of his cock resulted in it slipping out of her as Hayley raised herself. David would then push it backwards and slip it in again.

"I think we'll give this a miss." she suggested and eased herself forward again. 

Hayley leaned forward and dropped her breasts on to his chest, then raised herself a little as his hands caressed them. She sighed as his fingers tweaked her nipples; she let him continue, but then lowered her face to his and kissed him passionately. Lowering herself to his chest, she nuzzled his ears and neck with little kisses before laying her face next to his. For the next few minutes, she concentrated on her own pleasure. The warm thickness of his shaft slowly sliding in and out of her, exploring her insides, her slick wetness smacking noisily as their bodies slapped together. 

It had been a long time since she'd experienced this sort of pleasure. David was only her third lover. She lost her virginity in a long term relationship, for a year they'd been hopelessly in love, they experimented and perfected their sexual needs and desires, and then made good of every opportunity to enjoy each others bodies. The relationship eventually ran its course and they parted mutual friends. But Hayley missed the intimacy of having someone to share her life and body with. In her haste to find someone else, she mistakenly gave herself away to a boy whom she fancied and who she thought felt the same for her. She was used and abused, and then discarded like a piece of meat, their intimate story then told to whoever would listen. It was a hard lesson that would never be forgotten as long as she lived. She since vowed to keep boys at a distance, and spend leisure time with her friends Chrissy, Sharee and Suzy, something she'd easily accomplished until now. But Hayley had no regrets about what she was now doing; she had a good feeling about David. She liked his innocence and shyness, and knowing that he liked her long before she ever returned any hint of interest, made all the difference. 

David turned his head and kissed her, lifting her face to meet his lips, they kissed passionately. Then Hayley raised her head and smiled down at him as he chuckled.

"What are you laughing at?" she asked inquisitively.

He grinned up at her, "I was just thinking that I got my wish."

"What wish?"

"About waiting for the right person."

"So, I'm supposed to be the person you were waiting for? Just a sex object am I?" she asked with a straight face.

Hayley pushed her pussy hard down on his cock and held still as she waited for an explanation.

Her attempt at being angry didn't work on David, "I had the hots for you when I first saw you."

"Why me, there's plenty of other talent out there for you to choose from." she suggested while trying to keep a straight face.

He forcefully pulled her shoulders down until their faces almost touched, "Cause you're pretty, smart and with nice long legs."

"So my tits are too small?" she countered and rubbed her nipples across his chest.

He reached up and cupped and caressed her breasts, "Nope, they're just fine, but I'm a leg and butt man."

"So my legs are okay, but my butt's too big? 

He laughed and slid his hands over her buttocks, "Nope, you're butt's just right too. If you only knew how many times I've thought about sinking my teeth into them."

"Mmmm." she replied. "So let me get this straight. My legs are okay, the butts too big, and the tits are too small. What about personality, does that rate a mention?"

"Well now that you mention it, you ask too many questions."

Hayley threw her head back and laughed loudly, "Touché." she added.

She the leaned down and gave him a peck on the lips.

"Truth be known, I think you're pretty yummy." she said. "But when I first met you, I thought you were an arsehole just like Jeremy and Kelvin. Didn't really start to like you until a bit later when I got to know you."

"So it was my good looks and then my personality that attracted you?" he asked humorously. 

Hayley laughed, "Well, it was your physique first, and then your looks. Then after talking to you a bit, I realised that you were actually quite nice." 

"So you thought I had a nice chest and you'd like to relieve me of my virginity. So who's the sex object now?"

Hayley laughed, "Shit, I can see you're gonna be trouble."

She kissed him while rotating her pussy on his cock, then began to slide up and down on it. 

David was in heaven, he just couldn't believe what was happening. His eyes feasted upon Hayley, her naturally pretty face, her breasts and narrow waist. Her thighs spread wide over his body and her dark curls mingling with his. His cock was gripped by a warm tight wetness unlike anything he'd experienced before. A few minutes later, David felt his orgasm approaching and tried to fight it. He pinned her thighs down with his hands to slow her down, but it was all in vain. He suddenly erupted deep inside her, his cum further lubricating her already wet pussy.

Hayley looked down at David, his face contorted in pleasure and surprise. She rotated her pussy on his cock and felt his cum running downwards inside her. She pushed down hard in attempt to minimise the leakage and resulting mess, and then waited for him to finish.

"Sorry, couldn't stop it." he whispered.

"Its okay, didn't realise you were so close." she replied.

She slowly eased herself off his cock, then placing her hand between her legs; she sprinted out of the bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom. David lay on the bed watching his shiny cock shrink while Hayley cleaned herself. She returned with a warm facecloth and approached the bed.

"Too late." he said. "Cleaned my dick on the sheet."

"Bastard." she said sitting down beside him. 

He watched as she gently cleaned his cock and balls.

"So, did you enjoy that?" she asked removing his wandering hand from between her legs.

He leaned over and kissed, "I'll never forget this day as long as I live."

"Me too, never had a virgin before." she said and then skipped away before he could react.

He took her figure in as she stood a short distance away; she smiled at him and posed provocatively, hands on hips, breasts pushed out and thighs slightly open.

"You're quite beautiful." he stated honestly.

She laughed, "Thank you, but there's no need for the flattery, you've already had your evil way with me. How about a swim in the pool to cool down? No need for clothes, no one can see us."

David followed Hayley downstairs and out through a ranch-slider to where a long narrow pool ran alongside the house. She dived in and cruised the short distance to the other side; he followed and was surprised when he couldn't touch the bottom. 

"Its heated." she said. "Mum hates the water too cold."

"It's still nice and refreshing." 

Hayley cruised to the far end of the pool and turned, she then began swimming lengths with powerful strokes. For the next few minutes, David watched her with interest. He grinned as her white buttocks slid through the surface in front of her tan legs. Lowering his head under water, he watched as her athletic body moved past him. Eventually she stopped and paddled over to him, he leaned over to kiss her only to be sprayed with a mouth full of water at the last second. He lunged for her but she was too quick and moved away. He however trapped her in the far corner of the pool where there was no escape. She wrapped her legs and arms around him, her lips soon on his. They kissed and fondled each other, and it wasn't long before his erection returned. Her hand fondled it, squeezing and stroking it under the water.

"Wanna go back upstairs?" he asked hopefully.

She smiled mischievously, "Can you manage another round?"

"You doubting me?"

"C'mon then." she said easing herself out of the pool.

From a cupboard next the house, Hayley removed two towels and tossed one to David. Quickly they dried themselves and returned to her bedroom, they soon lay side by side, their hands exploring each other.

"I like a nice pussy licking." she said after a while. 

He was soon between her parted thighs, his hands running through her curls and over her thighs. He lowered his lips to her thighs and ran his tongue up the insides; she trembled with anticipation as he moved closer to her pussy. For the first time in his life, David's tongue slipped between a pair of silky smooth pussy lips. He found her opening and lapped the entrance, her moans of appreciation swift in response. He savoured the warmth and the taste, and thoughtfully considered between the taste of the pool and her natural juices. His tongue moved upwards seeking her clitoris which he licked like an ice-cream.

"Ohh, that's nice." Hayley whispered. "This your first time at licking pussy?"

"Mmmm."

"How'd you know what to do?" she asked.

"Watched Jeremy's fathers blue movies when he wasn't home."

Hayley laughed, "They must have been good movies."

Hayley let him continue for a while and then eased him up on top of her.

"Take your time and try not to cum to soon." she suggested while guiding his cock between her pussy lips.

She wrapped her legs and arms around him and began to move with him, her lips found his and they kissed long and hard. After a while Hayley asked him to stop.

"Sorry, but being in the pool's taken away my lubrication, I'm gonna need something or I'll get sore."

David rolled off Hayley and she swung her feet out onto the floor. Moving over to a chest of draws, she opened the top drawer and rummaged around before finding what she wanted. She returned to the bed with a small white plastic bottle. Kneeling beside David, she placed the bottle over his erect cock and squeezed it until a line of clear liquid oozed out and over the head. With her other hand, massaged the cool liquid his erection from the tip the base. 

"Its KY jelly I put into this container, didn't want my mum to know what it was." she commented. "Mum goes through my room sometimes on the pretext of tidying up." 

Hayley then placed some on her fingers and rubbed it between her pussy lips. 

"Let's try it like this." she suggested rolling onto her stomach and pushing the pillow away. 

Hayley raised her buttocks as David moved in behind her, he guided his cock between her inviting lips, but struggled to find her opening in the upside down position. Reaching underneath, Hayley guided his lubricated cock inside her and sighed as it slipped straight to the hilt. After a few seconds, she slowly lowered herself onto her stomach with David following her lead. 

"Put your legs outside mine." she coaxed.

David did as he was asked, and then Hayley closed her thighs tightly, the extra pressure on his cock only heightening his pleasure. He lay down on her back but took his weight on his elbows. He lavished her back and neck with little kisses and received a little whimper of appreciation from below him. Hayley began to rotate her pussy up and down in a rocking motion as David's cock moved inside her in short strokes. 

Hayley reached under her and slipped a finger over her wet her clitoris; she began to rub it slowly and waited for one of her little orgasms to arrive. She shuddered slightly as the pleasure flowed through her and then removed her finger a few seconds later. She waited patiently for a minute or two and then repeated the exercise, the second orgasm arriving quicker than the first. Hayley smiled in pleasure, she loved to cum this way. There was nothing better than being penetrated from behind and her thighs squeezing her pussy tight on a nice cock, a little clitoral stimulation was then all it took. Her finger returned and eagerly took another orgasm, this time smaller but still extremely nice.

David could feel Hayley's fingering herself to her orgasms, but wasn't sure what to do.

"Should I be doing that?" he asked.

Hayley rolled out from under her David and pulled him along side her. She grinned and kissed him; her hand slipped down to his cock and squeezed it playfully.

"Mmmm, probably; but I'll have to teach you how. It's gotta be just right or it won't work. How about you get on top?"

David slipped between Hayley's thighs, his cock guided by her hand slipped inside her with ease. She raised her legs and placed them over his shoulders, he pushed inside her deeply and began hammering at her with long hard strokes, their bodies slapping noisily together.

"Fuuuck." she whimpered under the onslaught, and then slipped her legs from his shoulders and lay them flat along the bed. 

He slowed his pace and lay down on top of her, she hugged him tight and kissed him, their tongues toying and exploring. They lay making love contently, his cock moving slowly inside her, she responded by raising her hips to his every thrust, their bodies glowing with sweat assisted by the warm air around them. They grinned at each other, both realising it was too hot to continue, but neither wanting to stop.

Hayley gently rolled David off her and onto his side, while on her back; she eased her body against him and lifted one leg across him. 

"Slide it in now."

He bent his knees and manoeuvred himself into the right position, reaching down she again guided his erection inside her. She looked over and smiled as he caressed her breasts. His attention then turned downwards, by easing her leg closest to him up to her chest, he got a distant but reasonable view of his cock sliding through her curls and lips. He watched while alternating his strokes from short to long, sometimes removing it completely and enjoying the sensation of placing it back in again. He studied her gaping pink lips, how they followed the contour of his cock as it slid out of her and then stretched wide to accommodate it again.

"Are you having fun?" Hayley asked with a bemused smile.

David returned her smile, "It's all new to me."

She reached over to a bedside cabinet and removed a square vanity mirror from the top drawer.

"Here, have a good look." she suggested handing the mirror to him.

He laughed and placed the mirror between her thighs, adjusting it to the right angle he watched with interest as he moved inside her. Hayley leaned over for a look and turned her nose up.

"Yuk, I'm glad it feels better than it looks." she said. 

"I dunno, looks okay to me." he replied.

Hayley reached down, removed the mirror from David and returned it to the bedside cabinet. His cock slurped noisy out of her pussy as she pushed him away, she then guided him back on top of her. 

"We should really finish this and get back to the others." she suggested. "Before you wear me out."

"Must we?"

She smiled and locked her legs around his waist, "Talk about being a glutton, just get on with it or I'll leave you with a stiff dick."

David settled into a rhythm with Hayley's encouragement, she moved with him, kissed and nuzzled, and whimpered with pleasure. 

"This is nice." she whispered in his ear. "I just might let you do it to me again."

David concentrated on her warm slippery pussy, each stroke slamming noisily into her. He took in the warm grip of her thighs around him, and her breasts against his chest. He built his speed as his orgasm began to approach; he raised himself high on his elbows and looked down between her thighs. He could see the base of his cock sliding backwards and forwards as the pressure built within him, and then slowed as he began to empty himself inside her. 

Hayley gazed up at David, his sweat running down his ecstatic and contorted face. She could feel the warmth of his cum invading her pussy, and pushed upwards to get full penetration. She held David tight and kissed his face and neck as he slowly relaxed on top of her.

He laughed, "Fuuuck, that was soo good."

"Glad you enjoyed, but it's too hot and you're too heavy. You can get off me now."

David reluctantly raised himself to a kneeling position between her open thighs. He gazed down at Hayley's battered and sopping pussy, her curls flattened and her pink lips gaping wide, his cum visibly oozing out of her and downwards towards the sheet. He reached to the floor and picked up the towel he used to dry himself, Hayley grinned as he gently wiped her pussy clean. 

"Why thank you. I've never had this service before."

"My mother always taught me to clean up after myself." he replied.

She laughed, "I must ring and congratulate her, I'm sure she'll be pleased to know that you've cleaned my pussy after me relieving you of your virginity."

David chuckled loudly, "Yeah, I'm sure that she'd be real keen to meet you."

He lay down beside her and gave her a peck on the lips, "So, will we be doing this again sometime soon?" 

"If you want to, but on one condition." she said.

"Which is?"

"So long as you only do it with me, we can do it bareback. But if you do it with someone else, then we'll have to use condoms. But you have to promise that you'll tell me if you've been with someone else."

"But what if I don't wanna be with anyone else?" he asked.

She leaned over him and smiled, "What exactly does that mean?"

"I don't want anyone else but you, to date or for sex."

"So, you want me to be your girlfriend?"

"Yep, sure do."

She grinned and gave him a peck on the lips, "Well, that's exactly what I hoped you were suggesting. Then the answer is you can fuck me whenever you want without a condom."

He laughed, "You're on."

They settled down quietly into each others arms, both contemplating their newly agreed pact, their eyes soon closed as they drifted off into a post sex slumber. It was David who stirred first, his eyes soon fell upon Hayley's nude body and he found himself once again becoming aroused. Lying on her back, her slightly parted thighs provided a glimpse of her lips through her dark curls, the sight soon called for his hand to slide over his fast growing cock. He thought he might be pushing his luck, but nothing ventured, nothing gained. Carefully, he picked up the bottle of lube and squeezed some onto his cock and rubbed it in, then squeezed a little more onto his fingers. He gently slid his fingers between her thighs and rubbed them between her moist lips. She sighed and opened her legs slightly, raising her leg over him; he slipped into position and eased his cock straight between her pussy lips. In a few shorts strokes he was most of the way inside her, then she groaned in protest.




Innocence and Honesty



"Jeez, not again." she whispered. "I don't think I'll manage it."

David eased himself into her all the way and began to move slowly inside her, "But you said I could do it whenever I want."

She laughed as he reached down and adjusted her outer lips, "Purely a figure of speech. It certainly didn't mean three times a day."

"It's quite nice, but how about I finish you off with a hand-job." she soon suggested. "I can't take much more of this." 

David eased his cock out of her and rubbed it on her thigh, "Don't worry about it, I don't think I could cum again anyway."

Hayley smiled in appreciation, then reached down and caressed his cock, "I promise to make it up to you real soon."

The sun had just started to disappear by the time David and Hayley returned to the beach and friends. A fire had been lit to counter the evening sea breeze, the crowd of teenagers stood close to capture the warmth. They slipped in amongst the crowd, David immediately on a seeking expedition to locate the chilli bin and the beers he arrived with earlier in the day. As usual, Jeremy and Kelvin weren't too far away from the beer supply and noticed David and Hayley together, and then their familiarity. Jeremy smiled mischievously at Kelvin and then turned to David.

"Hey Davy." he called out in a loud voice for all to hear. "Let me know if you want me to show you what to do with Hayley. Wouldn't want you to fuck up on your first time."

He got more than a few laughs from the others.

Hayley looked over at Jeremy with contempt, "You don't need to worry; he knows what to do just fine. Probably teach you a thing or two."

It took a second or two for Jeremy to register, but then he raised his beer high in the air. "Raise your bottles everyone." he yelled for all to hear. "Davy boy's finally lost his cherry."

David and Hayley received complimentary cheers from their friends, the smiles and back patting straight afterwards. It took Hayley's friends a few minutes to get her alone.

"So Hayley, did you really fuck him?" Chrissie asked.

"Might have." she replied.

"C'mon, tell us all about it, none us have ever had a virgin before. How was he?" 

"Well, he was a bit quick the first time, second time he was great, the third was beyond both of us."

"Three times, don't give us that shit." Sharee chipped in.

"Believe what you want, but I'm telling you he got it up three times, and he gave me a pussy licking too." Hayley said.

"Not too bad then." Suzy commented.

"Nah, heaps of potential, its good to get them while they're young." Hayley replied.

"Can we play with him, or is he out of bounds?" Sharee asked.

"Hands off girls, he's all mine until I tire of him."

"Fat chance of that." Sharee said in a sulky voice.

It was then that David approached the girls; they all looked at him with big eyes as he slipped his arm around Hayley's waist.

"Hey David." Sharee said provocatively. "Hayley's been telling us all about this afternoon. Wanna tell us your side of the story."

"No he doesn't." Haley replied, and wisely led David out of harms way.

They lay close but down wind from the fire, the swift moving smoke passing over their heads. David lay on his back with Hayley cuddled up contently next to him. She had no regrets about what had happened, and felt proud that she had been his first lover. Instinctively, she knew that he didn't have a bad bone in his body, and as long as she did right by him, he would do the same by her. David yawned loudly, Hayley lifted her head and gazed up at him.

"Bored already?" she asked.

"Nah just tired. It's been a long day."

"Maybe I'm just too much for you." she suggested.

He laughed as his hand discreetly slid up her thigh and cupped her buttocks; then slid around to her pussy. She opened her thighs slightly as his fingers slipped under her panties and between her lips, but then thought better of it as her tender lips were disturbed. She removed his hand and sat astride him to hinder any further explorations.

"I think you're gonna be real trouble." she commented after noticing a growing hardness under her.

"Probably." he replied. "And hopefully for a long time to come."

She leaned down and gave him a peck on the lips, "I hope so too."



Innocence and Seduction



My first story, feedback would be amazing, thanks!

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The sun glowed in a low black light, gently molding itself against the shimmering green ocean that clung so softly to the sand. A pair of footprints revealed the feeling of a conflicted person, she found herself drawn towards her destination by an instinctual curiosity, an unexpected urge inside her that she half resisted, half embraced. Her two halves were like oil and water, mixing to create her uniqueness.

Seduction; she dressed to the nines and she liked it like that, showing her not so subtle sexiness that just begged to be taken. A choker, snug around her neck, it made her feel fear at the control it had, wrapped around her delicate lifeline, and yet she felt a comfort in being held so softly, so dangerously. If her corset could have smiled for her it would it would have flashed a mischievous smile; a smile that implied something far more mature than it displayed as it lifted her heavy curves and held them in close with her unsaid intention of drawing attention, the kind of attention that she loved; a barely restrained desire in her direction. 

More than her attention, she enjoyed feeling sexy; she didn't do it for others, but for herself. It was her hint of healthy self obsession that she found the more she liked being sexy, the more she wanted to reveal her sexiness to others. 

Her narrow waist swept outward to her decadent hips she conveniently left exposed a small tease of her bare intentful flesh just above her sweet spot, it was her invitation, her dare to a pleasure that she found herself, to her frustration, unable to initiate. For her it amplified her desire, she wanted something so desperately, yet she found herself unable to just take her desires. Beneath her pleading taunting skin her low rise black leather pants clung to her skin like the slight anticipation she felt, for what she did not know, but it felt slow close now.

Seduction felt like a free bird in her invisible cage. Her desire, a desire deep in her subconscious, was coming to the surface, her desire to break free.

Innocence smiled her smile of seeming ignorance at the nature of things. She wore only her flesh and a teasing attitude, her slight polite smugness. Her body spoke in a sexy sultry voice that enveloped any there to see her mesmerizing curves. Her pouting lips offered more than she was willing to give you, her tantalizing tease; a promise to give you exactly what you wanted, but just a little bit less than how much you craved, she liked to see you squirm with tortuous delight as you silently beg for more. Her hidden clause in her desire to please; she made you suffer for your pleasure; she awoke a subtle masochism inside you. 

Her eyes spoke truer intentions; she offered everything, but she promised nothing. Her intoxicating scent invades your senses, she pulled you inside your mind, where your wild things are, where you play the games you imagine playing in your animalistic, sleepless, dreamlike state; you secretly pretend your comforting pillow is someone else, a someone more exciting, with warmer flesh than just fabric and feathers. 

Innocence, she made you want to sin in your most sinful way, and enjoy every minute of your sin more than you imagined or even wanted to.

Seduction tried everything to get Innocence's attention, her love, her lust, she used every piece of pretzel logic in her frustrated brain, nothing she tried worked, finally, she gave up and let her emotions take over her, and they gave her an odd sense of lightness. As Seduction's eyes met Innocence's, Innocence smiled her smile, far from innocent, and Seduction slowly began to realize who the Seducer really was. 

Innocence's fingers brushed their way across Seduction's face, slowly tracing their way from her cheekbones down her jaw to her chin, gently holding, and coming so tantalizingly close to Seduction's luscious lips. Seduction's appetite, once satisfied in unknowing, had now grown into a gnawing hunger for that which she had lusted over for so long, something that seemed so unreal. Seduction craned her neck downward to get just a taste, a lick, of Innocence's taunting finger. Innocence's fingers however, withdrew themselves before Seduction's lips could claim them.

"Not yet," Innocence giggled and shook a finger at her, "and no touching...I do all the touching" Her hand reached outward and descended from Seduction's neck, down into the hollow between her breasts and grasped her by the front of her corset, and started pulling her toward the building. "Come with me," she looked over her shoulder "it's not like you have a choice"

They stepped into the room and a shadowy azure light flickered on, revealing a single chair in the center of the room and the full length mirror across the entire back wall. Metallica's Nothing Else Matters played softly, but as if the entire room was the speaker, sending an electric vibration through the air that wrapped itself around them. They felt the music penetrate through their bodies exciting the deepest nerves and yet just barely tickling the surface of their skin, creating a sensation that seemed to come from deep within and radiate outward.

With a playful grin, innocence slid into the chair and handcuffed herself to it, "Now" she ordered.

"What?"

"I said not yet, so now"

Seduction closed her eyes and let the music move her body. She tilted her head back and her body followed, each step going directly behind the last. She gasped and her eyes flew open when the bare skin of her back made contact with the night black wall. The wall was like a thousand tongues, slowly licking and exploring her tender skin in waves, sending a shudder of pleasure down her spine. Her arms floated upward, entangling themselves in the wall, as her body descended, head up and mouth open in a soundless cry of ecstasy. 

The wall rippled and an arm, black as the wall, emerged from it, wrapping itself around her waist and lifting her before sliding its smooth hand under her corset. As the hand felt its way up her body, the corset tightened, squeezing her breasts together and up. Her breath started coming in swift shallow gasps as the torso of a man rippled out from beside her, all black but its vivid green eyes. He crossed over her body, one arm pinning her leg up high against the wall, the other her hands directly above her.

The rest of the body that belonged to the hand that wriggled its way up her corset emerged with brilliant blue eyes on the other side of her, rubbing along her back as it did, using his free hand to teasingly slowly remove her belt while firmly rubbing her through her pants. Her face became flushed as she lost herself to the sensations and a soft moan escaped her lips.

The brothers of the wall looked at each other and laughed, revealing their pearly white teeth and mammoth cherry tongues. 

Blue removed his hand from her corset, taking his time getting another feel of her shapely torso. His hands grasped her hips, from under and between, lifting her legs off the wall and separating them, bringing her deliciousness to his face. She gasped in surprise as her pants proved no obstacle, deft lips skillfully unbuttoned, strong teeth unzipped and expert fingers seemed to make the pants just melt away, leaving only her sheer black panties.

As Green's hand relinquished control of her wrists, she found shackles in its place. The shackles too, were like a thousand tongues, tasting her salty captive wrists as she writhed beneath the sensation. Green's hand wrapped around her neck, pulling her lips to his own. As he kissed her she found herself lost within the depths of his never blinking eyes that so deeply penetrated her soul. His lips and tongue moved so skillfully in unison she found herself unable to recognize their movement, the only thing she felt were throbs of an inexpressible feeling that made her go limp, yet tremble.

Green's other hand clawed across her corset, nails biting through leather, just barely scratching the surface of her skin. She winced in pain, the corset shuddered, and then slid down her figure, accentuating the curves of her body and revealing five parallel crimson lines.

Green felt her pain through her body. His mouth descended from her lips, down her neck, to the first cut, just above her collar bone. His tongue slowly traced over the wound, flowing inside it, tasting her hurt and taking it away, within him, and when he done, her skin was just as it was before. He did this four more times, then slid back, and five pink scars illuminated themselves across his chest.

His fingertips traced the down the outside of her arm from her shoulder, so faintly touching her soft skin that it seemed as if she were imagining the sensation that drove her lips to form a hushed moan of expectation. Slowly his hand drew a path back up her arm, this time on the inside, grazing over her soft nipple. She gasped as her nipple extended, becoming firm and taut. 

His lips etched a path down the hollow between her breasts, curving underneath the one not being caressed by his hand, forming damp circles around her perky breast that decreased in diameter as her heart beat faster. She moaned as he finally reached her now hard and ready nipple, tasting and nibbling softly, his hand matching his mouth's movement on her other breast. His fondling grew softer and softer until she couldn't take it anymore. 

She bit her lip hard, drawing blood, and moaned loudly, ignoring the pain. She arched her back and grasped his head, grinding it into her chest. He responded with passionate, almost painful, sucking and squeezing that drove her senses into a frenzy. Her heart beat harder and harder, causing crimson to spurt from her lip that quivered with her high pitch cries of pleasure.

She felt wetness between her legs and her hips thrust out ward, hungrily searching for satisfaction from the insatiable arousal deep within the folds of her tight pussy. She threw her head back and dug her nails into Green's back. Her blood trickled between her breasts, down her stomach, past her navel and deep into her panties... 

Blood, a taste Blue was more than eager to follow.

Blue's tongue voraciously followed the trail of crimson life essence down her abdomen, hungrily collecting her blood with his lips, licking and sucking even after the last drop had been consumed, but the blood did not quench his thirst, it only amplify his craving for the flavor of her. She grinded her hips skyward, into his face, begging, almost sobbing, for him to satisfy the longing that had swelled and now consumed her every sense, every thought, and every desire. His tongue entered her panties, now drenched in blood, sweat, and pussy juice, savoring the slowly mixed combination of flavor. His hands tore and flung aside her soaked panties as his head moved backward so that his blue eyes could watch her blend of coveted fluids drip down her legs.

She cried out when his tongue, after being so close, left her, lust unquenched, it was more than she could handle, tears of dismay began to flow down her flushed cheeks as she moaned and felt another surge of wetness add itself between her legs to her already drenched pussy. 

Starting low on her inner thighs, his lips slowly teased their way upward, switching from one leg to the other, then back again, collecting every last lick of her drink, savoring each drop as it passed over his dancing tongue. As his mouth neared her delicious depths he slowed his ascent and her breath came faster and faster. He paused just outside her tight pink opening and her spread legs tensed in expectation. When she could feel his breath, but not his lips, her legs began to shake uncontrollably as she writhed under the air of implication that seeped from his lips. 

Green twisted to face her now squirming hips, hands running between her breasts down the length of her body, separating just before reaching her swollen clit. His hands grasped the insides of her legs, just below her pink pussy, and pulled them further apart, hands sliding to her knees as he did, pinning them against the wall. She struggled against her new bondage, driving her hips outward, and moaned when her stretching pelvic muscles tightened and placed more pressure upon her already tight pussy.

With lips close, Blue's hands quickly found their way to her drenched entrance. She gasped as two fingers separated her and a third penetrated, sliding over her folds, gently exploring before slipping out. A moment of panic quickly passed as she realized that his finger left so that something else could enter. Fingers still separating, Blue's tongue entered, struggling, even with her pussy soaking, to fit its thickness inside her, deeper and deeper. 

She cried out in disbelief as his enormous tongue drove in further than she thought possible. Its width pressed against her from inside, squeezing the walls of her pussy outward, adding pressure to all the familiar places of pleasure. She moaned louder and grinded her hips downward, trying to squeeze him in as deeply as possible.

Green's tongue followed the trail of blood between her breasts, tasting its way down her body, descending below her bellybutton, over her silky skin, reaching her clit. It barely brushed over her clit before returning and licking firmly, pulling it up, then pushing it down, flicking faster, and faster.

Soon Blue's tongue slid into her slick pussy as deeply as possible, she uttered a whimper of both pleasure and pain at the degree of penetration of his slick, thick tongue that stretched her out. It seemed to always be spinning and moving, licking all of her at once, tasting her creamy pussy from the inside. Just when she thought that Blue's tongue couldn't feel any better, she began to feel it expand. It rhythmically increased and decreased in size to the beat of Metallica, and with each expansion of his tongue, every nerve of her tight pussy was pressed, squeezing every ounce of pleasure out from inside her in steady pulses that caused a wave after wave of indescribable pleasure to wash over her entire body.

It was too much. It felt too good. Her body began to shake in uncontrollably as the twin's tongues drove her into an ecstasy unknown before. What she felt was an orgasm unlike any other she had felt building. She didn't see Innocence masturbating in the center of the room; her eyes were rolled up in the deep back of her head. She didn't hear Metallica, or her own cries, screams, of immense pleasure. 

Soon the twin rhythms of the twins seemed to merge, Blue's pulsations and Green's clit flicking, until they both combined, and became a never-ending torrent of stimulation, building her up and driving her toward the edge. And then she felt it, the orgasm burst forth in a glorious rapture. It washed over her entire body like fire, consuming every sense, every nerve, every part of her in ecstasy. Her body convulsed as she felt the fire spread up and down her body. She sobbed cries of ecstasy and tears ran down her cheeks. Slowly, the fire faded, along with her consciousness.