2 comments/ 23602 views/ 12 favorites Four Plus One 01: Monkey Bars By: ReefBeach This piece is longer and more elaborate, so I'd like your opinion, or a vote would be nice. I'd like to acknowledge Secretsxywriter, whose work gave me inspiration. ***** Three, two, one, GO! Lanny swung off the platform, grasping the overhead bars. She quickly recalled the sensation of her hands on the rounded steel, the pinch of skin on her palms and the pressure on her fingers. She swung herself along the overhead ladder hand over hand, as she had done so many times before. The weight of her nineteen-year old body was more than her hands had been used to however. She reached the next platform. Her friends cheered and urged her on. She stepped onto the suspended beam. The trick for speed was to run and not use the handrails, but the beam's erratic movement, as well as its creaking, pinching chains, made this difficult. She remembered this as much harder than it looked. But she made it. Now up the boards. This was a wooden slope made of boards laid crosswise, too steep to climb without using the rope that hung down the ramp. Lanny's hands smarted from the overhead ladder, but she could still haul herself up to the next level. She was panting now. This next challenge was a large spiral tube, tilted downwards. It had always reminded her of a giant's trampoline spring, big enough to climb inside, stretched then frozen (as often happened to giants in the stories she used to read). The trick here, she remembered, was not to crawl but to bear-walk on hands and feet. But her adult size made this extremely challenging and she kept hitting her spine against the upper tubes. Probably a good thing I'm wearing tights, she thought as she felt her skirt riding up. Halfway round. The oversized steps, so hard those years ago, were now easy for her strong lean legs to climb, as was crossing the wobbly bridge. It still made the best noise, an almighty clattering . But she now had a bit too much speed when she reached the fireman's pole. She grabbed the pole and locked her legs round it. Her momentum pushed her pubic bone against the steel pole just as she started to slide down. A tingling flood of sensations and memories washed over her. That brief instant of weightlessness. The friction warming her hands. The recollection of hours in junior school, spent climbing, running, chasing, breathless fun. And another kind of breathless... connected with her panties getting stretched up just inside her by the pressure of the pole. A stronger recollection... Twelve years old. A bright sunny day. Almost too hot to play. The asphalt warmed her shoes, the steel poles were like the oven door when good things were baking. There were only a few kids on the bars. A new kid was guardedly watching her sizing up the different activities. She had noticed him when he arrived. He had exotic olive skin, a shade different from the tanned Anglos of the class. He had dark curly hair which tended to hang over his eyes, dark eyebrows above a straight nose, generous lips for a boy. He was quiet and thoughtful, especially when so new to the school. He spoke with a slight accent and used some unusual words, like 'exclaim' or 'wistful'. Clearly from some faraway place, yet his name was Danny. Lanny was fascinated by him. She secretly watched him whenever she could. She knew how he rested his pencil on his soft lips when he paused and stared into space during writing time. She wanted to touch those lips - a thought which surprised her. She wanted to touch his springy hair as well. On this day he was the one watching her. She felt somehow challenged, so impulsively she tried something new. She leapt up to the overhead ladder bars. Getting used to the feel of her hands on the rounded steel, she started to swing, feeling the pinch of skin on her palms. Then instead of going along, she swung across the line of the ladder, almost facing Danny so her legs were kicking towards him. She swung herself backwards and forwards. At the top of the swing she bent her legs up over the bar and they moved easily down each side, pulling her up so she was sitting astride the pole. The movement worked better than she expected. Danny seemed impressed: he watched the whole thing without blinking. Or perhaps it was the expression on Lanny's face above. As she looked down at him, warm tingles were coming out from between her legs. They felt great; they seemed to be stronger when she stared at his lips, or those strong eyes of his, or his beautiful curly hair. Her breathing changed. She rocked on the pole slightly and the tingles were stronger again. They stared at each other for how long? She had no idea, not a clue. A second had passed in current time. She got to the base of the fireman's pole. Playground Rules allowed you one step across the woodchips to the squares. 'The squares' was a large steel grid stood on its side, six squares high by eight across, giving it its name. The rules required you to climb one end, go along the top row, cross over and go down the opposite side. Lanny's chafed hands complained, but she was having too much fun to stop. Up one end, shuffle along, swing legs over, twisting as you go. With a flurry of skirt fabric she was down. She was allowed two steps to the flying fox platform. On the deck she grasped the handle overhead and launched herself. The little truck raced along the rail, screeching and rumbling, and crashed into the plate at the far end. Lanny was expecting this and let the momentum send her legs flying up in front of her. She felt the air up her legs and inner thighs, adding to the tingles from the pole. She landed confidently on the platform and threw out her hands like an Olympic gymnast. She felt the familiar breathless excitement and the sense of her body moving well. The circuit was complete when the flying fox hit the plate. "WOW! That was great! Eighteen seconds!" Her friends were clapping. She was a little surprised however: she'd got better times when at school. Perhaps her body asking for more of that touching had distracted her. She gazed around the playground. It was her old Catholic junior school, attached to the church. She was back in her home town, with friends from the city, where she now lived and studied. She wouldn't have called herself religious, but she had loved her schooling, and now recognised the spiritual respect it had taught her. She believed in God, so when a devout friend insisted on going to church that Sunday, all four of them made a morning of it to see the place that had told Lanny God approved of self-pleasure... God loved Lanny. She knew this deep in her being, in every throw and step she took. The one nun still teaching told her. The Masses told her. The songs of a Friday afternoon, classic oldies accompanied by the teachers on electric organ and guitar, they told her absolutely. A happy life in a happy family and a happy school, it was obvious to her. And she loved Him back, loved His creation, His gifts to her of mind and body. She even thanked Him for sending someone as fascinating as Danny to observe. So, when she straddled the monkey bars and found this wonderful tickling sensation between her legs, she thanked Him for that too. Childishly she associated it only with the bars, another wonderful sensation, like the terror of being so high on the squares, or the rush of the flying fox. A few years later she read about boys and girls "pleasuring themselves" and she made the connection. Fortunately the article she was reading emphasised masturbation as natural and normal, so she seemed to sidestep the guilt that afflicts so many on this topic. She started to explore herself, discovering even more wonderful, tickling sensations. She never doubted that, if she was a loving God's perfect creation, something that felt so good must be right. Her college friends had burst out laughing when she explained this one night, very drunk, with re-enactments of significant - and more intimate - scenes. She was sincere none the less, and they were good-natured, so they accepted her very individual theology. The devout one, Andrea, was in tears. "Thank you, so much. You don't know what this means to me. You've freed me. Oh, thank you!" That sobered everyone up that night. For a moment, anyway. Who was that? Someone, half-familiar, was watching from across the playground. Messy curly hair, hanging over the eyes, a straight nose, generous lips... no. Not possible. She strode over the grass towards the man, who held her gaze as she approached. The strong eyes, maybe heavier-lidded now, below weathered cheeks. He had a slim build, a hardy, survivor look to him. He wore a leather jacket with big scuffs down one side, possibly after coming off a bike the wrong way. She stopped, still in the school grounds. He stood in the street, not aggressively, but not backing away. Silence, except for the familiar rustling leaves. They recognised each other. "Danny? It's Danny, isn't it. You went to school here." "Hi, Lanny." He gazed at her, then looked up at the church on the rise behind her and the three other girls staring intently at them. "I had an inkling you were here." The voice was rougher than she remembered. Well, his voice has broken for a start, she thought. And he still uses unusual words. But what does he mean? An inkling I'd be, in town? At Mass?? He must have noticed her puzzled look. "I've been up country a while. I haven't been back in town long at all. Someone, something told me, you might be around. So, it's Sunday and I'm walking past the old church. I always say hello to God on Sundays. And what do I see? Some crazy lady on the monkey bars. I knew it was you as soon as I beheld you." He smiled crookedly. Beheld. From behold, to look upon, esp. something remarkable or impressive. What a word. He still has the accent, too. And I'd forgotten about his smile. It only happened rarely. Lanny's friends had joined them now, uncertain what might happen between their friend and a stranger in a biker jacket. "Girls, this is Danny. Danny with the curly hair and the accent. Danny, these are the girls. Phoebe, Melanie and Andrea, who also talks to God. She's the reason we're here, not me." One friend interrupted. "And to see the monkey bars!" The other girls chuckled. "Call me Mel, please!" Danny was almost gravely courteous, nodding to each one. "All Greek names, interestingly. Pleased to meet you. Andrea, we all talk to God in different ways, yes?" He was not your average stranger in a biker jacket. The girls were very intrigued, knowing Danny's part in the monkey bar theology. Here he was in person, almost on cue, a man but with the characteristics exactly as Lanny described. It nearly felt pre-arranged. Mel took charge. "Danny, it's a pleasure to meet you. We've heard lots about you from Lanny, but I think we want to hear your side of the story. Can we go for a coffee? Do you have any plans?" "Anything I had planned can wait 'till after a coffee date with four attractive young ladies." What a charmer. Phoebe rolled her eyes at Mel but still smiled at the compliment. "To tell you the truth, I wasn't sure what today would bring, but I knew to wait for it." A charmer and a riddler? Coffee turned into coffee and cake, two plates of nachos, a sundae then a kind of savoury afternoon tea to cover for missed lunch. All four girls were charmed by his old-fashioned courtesy and remarkable stories. They laughed and chatted, told their own stories and were shocked by his. Lanny had continued her happy life, finishing school well and going on to study Science at university. "Physics!" Danny was impressed. "I knew you could do anything you chose. Physics, that's good. Cosmology too!" "It was the monkey bars. The forces involved fascinated me. I always wanted to understand what was happening. High school physics explained some, but I wanted more. And astrophysics is just monkey bars on a galactic scale." (DON'T let her try and explain it, the three others cried). Danny had taken a different road. Troubles with his brother had led him to leave school early, working on cars and trucks, driving them; occasionally stealing them. He'd worked in different towns. He'd been in juvenile detention. He'd been in fights and car crashes. "A dealer drove me off the road," he said, pointing to his damaged leather jacket. "A beautiful old bike, a Norton. It was a gift from a mate's dad. We used to work on it together. Sometimes, yeah. He'd look at me and weep quietly. His son, my mate, had been killed. I used to wonder if it was the dealer who... Anyway, the bike was a wreck, so I decided to drive after that." The rare crooked smile flashed again. He had good stories too, like driving the cattle trucks while under-age. Getting angry cattle loaded in dusty outback yards. The smell after days of driving them into town... "I was at the traffic lights in town. This lady stopped too close behind. I could see her in the mirrors and I knew what was going to happen, but I couldn't do anything about it. A country driver might've known to hang back a bit, but in town - you can guess, Miss Physics, what happened to the cowshit when I drove off on the green?" Lanny thought, then giggled, then burst into sobs of laughter. Danny continued. "I'm guessing there was a waterfall of stinky brown muck off the deck, all over the place. I saw her in the mirrors, she'd pulled over. The car was brown from windscreen to bumper. Would've gone in the air vents, the radiator, everywhere. She had the wipers on but it just seemed to make it worse. Cowshit everywhere. I did feel sorry for her, but what could I do?" The girls laughed, secretly relieved it wasn't them behind the truck. Who's thinking about the inertia of cowshit when you're driving? By now it was dark, but no one wanted to stop the conversation. They moved on to a nearby pub and settled in with some harder drinks. Lanny found herself studying this man, just as she had been fascinated by the boy so many years ago. He was attractive; what was it about him that made it so? His experiences? His courtesy? His accent? She had another cider. The other girls found him alluring too. Phoebe would touch the jacket when she spoke to him. Andrea asked him odd meaning-of-life questions that she wouldn't risk on a stranger. Mel's questions were starting to get suggestive. They all gave him more attention than someone's old friend would normally get. On top of that, Lanny noticed with a tipsy detachment, we're all enjoying this. No one's going too fast or getting jealous, not even me. He was my old friend, but now he belongs to everyone. "No, no boyfriends for any of us, I don't think. Although, Lanny's shown us she's a bit of a dark horse! Hiding you from us! Can you make any... suggestions??" Mel, that's going too far. No more ciders for you. Phoebe touched the grazes on the jacket, again. "Did you get those scars on your hands from the crash?" "I used to clear minefields in Africa, then one day... no, not really, just from welding. The solder spits sometimes. Or handling barbed wire when I was fencing, I can't remember." City-bred Phoebe suppressed a shudder. "Remember you said, all, all Greek names?" Lanny was finding a few words hard to say as the ciders started to take charge. "That includes me, y'know. I've never told this to hardly anyone. Lanny's short for, short for," She paused for one last hesitation, "Atlantia." The girls murmured surprise, but Danny seemed stilled, stunned. He looked at her with his strong eyes. "Atlantia. From the Atlas Mountains." "How did you know?" But the conversation moved on. Later, up at the bar, Lanny found herself with Danny. She pulled him around into a darkened corner, a little away from the others. She spoke angrily. "How did you know about the Atlas Mountains? I thought that was my secret! What else do you know? Are you stalking me or something?" Danny smiled. "How could I do that? I've been inland a couple of years now. I didn't know you were even here. I only knew my life would change." This riled her more. "You knew, you knew. How? Someone told you. More riddles?" He was serious now. "Not a person. A voice. I get told, but I have to listen hard. Sometimes I miss it, then I realise much later, I hadn't been receptive." His unusual words again. "After going to school here, I think it's God. I think it was He who told me my life would change. I knew I had to come back, but to where? I came back to this town because of the school. This was my best one, out of quite a few. It was here they told me God was everywhere, and caring for us, so I decided it was His voice. And you, you were the best thing there. I think of you a lot. My favourite memory is of you, on the monkey bars, one lunchtime. It was hot and - are you OK?" She clutched the leather jacket, feeling his strength. His arm came around her, held her steady against the reeling. Sensation of creaking leather, muffled quiet, staring up at the bright lights. She watched as the counter of the bar slowly went back to horizontal. The lights dimmed to their correct brightness. The pub noises returned. His strong eyes softened with concern as he looked down at her, holding her up against his chest. She studied his face, closer now than she'd ever been before. His eyes, the strong eyebrows, his straight nose. She was almost under the unruly curly hair, with him. She reached her hand up and gently touched his cheek. She brushed his generous lips with her thumb. "I've always wanted to do this," she whispered, circling his mouth. Tingles moved down her arm. "I've wanted to do more than that." His breath was warm on her thumb. He embraced her. His lips came to hers. They kissed. She closed her eyes as their lips brushed; lips opened and tongues found each other, tentatively at first, then more and more. She felt dizzy again, felt a tingling all through her body this time, a need to feel him more. Soft lips, the odd bristle to add more tingles. They kissed for how long? She had no idea, not a clue. Then a finger tapped her shoulder. It was Andrea. "Mel wants you to go all night, but the rest of us thought you should come back to the table. We're not peeking, by the way. We can see everything in the mirror beside you." Lanny spun round, to see herself up close, looking quite flushed and breathless. Everyone had a good laugh, which eased her embarrassment. More laughs, more stories, more drinks. Then Danny pushed his chair back. "Ladies, this has truly been a pleasure, but I feel I must leave you. I think my life's going to change soon, and I'd like to be ready for that when it comes." "Ooh, the man of mystery speaks!" "I suppose it is getting late. We've had our fill of surprises for the day." "Speak for yourself! Too much is barely enough!" Andrea was silent, but held Danny's hand tightly as she looked into his eyes. "God bless," she said quietly. "Here's my blessing!" Mel put in. She leaned over and energetically kissed him on the mouth. He put a hand gently on her shoulder. Phoebe interrupted this time. "So, where are you staying? We're all on Lanny's bedroom floor..." They all sensed the unspoken possibilities. Danny moved deftly through the pause. "You won't believe this, but I'm upstairs. I've got a room in this hotel. I had wondered if you knew when we came into the lounge. Just through there you'll find the stairs." Mel was in a crazy mood. "Well, if that isn't an invitation, I don't know what is! C'mon girls, time for a 'workplace inspection'!" It wasn't an invitation, but Danny was too courteous to refuse them. They stumbled through the lobby and up the stairs, giggling and shushing each other. The hotel was about a hundred years old and graced with high ceilings. A large veranda around the outside would have given shade to men and horses below and a kind of shared deck above for the residential guests. The staircase had coloured glass windows and elegant plaster mouldings. Everything was slightly shabby and run-down now: the only guests were travelling workmen and the occasional backpacker. Motels and serviced apartments had stolen the better-paying customers. Danny unlocked his room and stepped back to let the 'inspectors' in. Four Plus One 01: Monkey Bars It was plain, but clean. An old wardrobe, a chest of drawers with a mirror, a chair. A double bed, with an old-fashioned high base but a new, firm mattress. An old-fashioned basin. The girls took it all in. Then they noticed the French doors. Everyone tumbled out onto the veranda. Floored with ageing wooden slats, it was surprisingly wide. The group went to the handrail and peered over. Cars and taxis went past below, bathed in yellowish street lighting. People crossed the road, unaware of the watchers above. It was a familiar town street, but from such a different angle. Back in the room, they all tried the bed approvingly. Andrea spoke up. "So what did you mean Danny, you said hello to God today? Do you have conversations with Him?" "Not really conversations. I talk to Him. The school Lanny and I went to said you could, so I did. Then one day I thought he talked back. He told me to be extra careful the night I was knocked off my bike - He saved me from getting killed, I guess. You have to be extremely still to hear it, like now." The room was silent. Only a faint musical beat floated up from inside the building. "In the silence, you hear things. There's not much silence in town, much more out in the bush. Also, when I started to really listen to the silence, I listened better to people. People like to be listened to. And you can hear a lot, if you really listen." "I think I know what you mean." Andrea said after a while. "That's your secret! You listen! That's why we like you so much!" She may have said more than she meant to. They walked the length of the veranda, explored the fire escapes and the echoing shared bathrooms, did a balcony scene on the grand staircase. They found the Writing Room, still with some old hotel stationery. Finally they ran out of energy and ideas, so they said their goodbyes. "I'm, I'm going to stay." Lanny barely recognised her own voice. The other girls were dumbstruck. They looked to each other for the right response, but couldn't find it. Danny deftly stepped in again. He led Lanny out onto the veranda. "Are you sure? Me, I was told something was coming, but you, you're going too fast. This is all a huge rush isn't it?" he asked. "I don't know exactly what I'm thinking. This day has been totally mad in lots of ways, but I know you're in the middle of it. I lost you; I didn't realise how much I missed you. Now you've come back, just dropped in like that. My friends like you a lot - and I've trusted their judgement before. My body wants... you." Her voice was a whisper by the end. The friends could only be persuaded to leave with her promise that she would call at ANY time, and to expect them to come and visit in the morning. As Danny saw them out, Mel impulsively kissed him on the mouth again. Then Phoebe put her arms around him and they kissed. Andrea hesitated, then made herself kiss him as well. He politely kissed them all. The room was empty at last. A new kind of silence settled. Lanny wondered if he could hear her heart pounding in her chest. She stood near the bed. He came across from the door and stood facing her, looking into her eyes. He stayed quite still, creating a small area of calm in the room. Emotions churned inside her, desire, uncertainty, eagerness, fear, a need to tell him... She blurted it out. "You have to take care of me. You're my first." He had just put his hands on her shoulders and she felt him stiffen. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Your first. Well. This will be an honour for me, and I hope fun for you!" The smile again. "You can stop whenever you want to." The words made something melt inside her. He drew them together for another kiss. Their lips and tongues brushed, then he kissed her ears and ran his tongue lightly round the edge. She shuddered as she felt a ripple of pleasure come up from her pussy. Another surge came when he kissed her collarbone. His arms were firm and strong around her. He drew back now and easily pulled her light jacket off her shoulders, letting it fall. He undid the buttons of her blouse one by one. It was a modest white Sunday blouse, matching the plain cotton bra underneath. Seeing her exposed bra inside her blouse put a strange thought in her head. I went to church this morning. Then I went on the monkey bars for a dare. Now I'm in a hotel room, making love for the first time, with an old school friend. Wonder if it gets stranger than this. She could sense her breasts rising and falling as her breathing increased. Danny had slid her top down to her elbows behind her and was now unclipping the bra. With her arms held back and restricted slightly she felt a new thrill, forces overpowering her. He released her breasts and they settled in their natural place. The nipples pointed downwards slightly, they were pale pink with even paler areoles. "Beautiful," he breathed. He bent down and kissed each breast, licking the nipples to hardness. Her clothes were now in a tangle, so he had her lift her arms up so he could pull them off. With arms raised her nipples now pointed at him, so he kissed them again. She felt tingles coiling and uncoiling from her breasts through her body. Her mouth half-opened, as if to kiss something in return. "Now your turn." Lanny started. She was experiencing a cascade of sensations as things were done to her, she wasn't ready at first to do anything herself. She noticed he still had his leather jacket on. She shook it off his shoulders. It creaked in her hands. On a whim, she rubbed it against her breasts, pushing them up so they rested on the stiff leather. She tickled her nipples with the zipper, making Danny's eyebrows shoot up. The leather was hard on her skin, but reflected her warmth back to her. It lightly tugged at her, but gave way before pulling. It gave her a strong, sexy thrill. She undid his shirt and pulled his tee over his head. She let her hands roam over his bare chest, through his hairs and over a workman's - not a body-builder's - muscles. She felt the small scars sprinkled on his chest and arms. She looked up at him wonderingly. "That's from welding. Mostly. The hot metal." That gave her a different thrill. He put his arms around her hips, easily finding the catch and the zip (too easily! she thought with a laugh). Her skirt fell, leaving her in her tights and panties. He squatted down, hooked a finger each side of the waistband and slowly pulled. They slipped down the curve of her tummy and widened past her hips, starting to reveal curls of pubic hair. Over her bottom, the elastic eased back down her thighs and dropped from her knees. She stepped out of them and her shoes and stood, naked. She could faintly smell her body's arousal. Kneeling before her, Danny leant forward and inhaled her natural perfume. He ran his hands up her legs and over her hips, spreading his fingers into the softness of her middle, then running the fingertips lightly down into her bush. Her hairs tapered to two wisps over her labia, and he gently turned them in his fingers. He ran his nails up her inner thighs and she shuddered, only staying upright by holding his shoulders. He traced the line of her inner lips where they came out of her outer labia. He ran his fingers between them and felt her lush, wet inner folds. He gently pulled the lips apart and rubbed his nose against her hard clitoris. Each touch brought a gasp of pleasure from her. He stood before her. She knew it was her turn again. She undid his belt buckle and zipper and tugged at his jeans. The bulge in front made it difficult to pull them down without a possible injury, but her persistence paid off. She had to kneel down in the end as she released the heavy denim, then the cotton jocks. Running her hands down the hairs of his buttocks and legs, she faced her first real cock. It seemed enormous, from its shiny head to the base lost in curls of dark hair. Below the bobbing shaft his balls hung, stretching the fine skin with their load. She ran her hands up his thighs and swung the balls around. She traced up and into his bush, then along the shaft. She played with the fine skin over the hard flesh. Danny murmured approval. Oh, Atlantia, you have the perfect touch." Her looked up at her quizzically. "You are Atlantia to me, goddess-nymph." "How could you know that?" she asked, but he had closed his eyes and was humming with pleasure to her strokes. She liked the soft noises, and liked her name, 'Atlantia'. She'd never liked Lanny, but she had put up with it so long she no longer reacted to it. She was kneeling in front of a man. She'd seen the pictures and videos on the internet. She had wondered how many were faked or forced; and this cock was real, moving up and down and with the smell of a man. She asked herself, do I have to? Do I want to? He sensed her hesitation. "You do only what you want. Your touch is incredible, so anything you do feels good to me." She was so grateful, both for the encouragement and the permission. She leant over and kissed the shiny head. It seemed impossibly soft, with a taste she couldn't describe, not great but not bad. She sucked the head into her mouth and Danny gasped, but she stopped there. Danny got the hint. Kicking off his workboots, he lightly stepped out of his clothes and stood, naked. Lean, with hard muscles and old tan lines on arms and legs. Dark hairs on his legs and around his rampant cock, with some spreading up his firm torso. The scent of a man about him. Lovingly he picked her up in his strong arms. He carried her to the bed, then lightly tossed her onto it. Shocked and squealing, she crashed on her back. The bed bounced, her hair splayed over her face and her breasts jiggled wildly as she tried to brace herself. He tugged the blankets down the bed then stepped up onto it and bounced the mattress some more. She gasped with the surprise and loss of control, then shrieked as he fell on her. He landed incredibly lightly, on fingertips and toes, like a cat. He barely touched her. Then he laughed as he went for her, tickling everything he could reach. He tickled the backs of her thighs in her curled-up position, then when she straightened out he nibbled her knees and up her front. He tickled her armpits, her ribcage, her soft, giving tummy. She was gasping with laughter now, pushing him off and rolling around. Then she found herself rolling on top of him. She bit his solid shoulder muscle and he yelped. She tickled his ribs and pushed against his chest. He was easily strong enough to hold her off, but he let her have her way, between tickle attacks of his own. They romped, laughing and gasping and fondling. His cock poked her in the belly button. She slapped a breast against his face. She dug her nails into his buttocks and he wriggled with pleasure. She was sitting astride him as he lay face down when she paused. they both seemed to know it was time to rest and lay still. She ran her hands up his back and over his shoulders. She pushed her hands through his curly hair. "Something else I've always wanted to do," she murmured, gripping tufts of hair and watching it run between her fingers. She lay on his back and breathed the scent of shampoo and new sweat in his hair. "Mmmmm, I'm loving this." "It's good. And it was getting a bit serious before. I'v always thought sex should be fun, as well as mind-blowing. And a bit sweaty. Lift yourself up a bit." She got onto hands and knees. Agile as a cat again, he rolled underneath her so they were face to face. She laughed at this, then purred as his hands came round her back and rubbed her. He lightly burrowed into the hollows of her collarbone. His fingers found their way down her shoulder blades, over her buttocks and down into her warm cleft. She spread her legs wide to let him in. He stroked her soft, furry outer lips from each side, gently pulling them apart and separating the inner folds. She gulped as he delved into her warm channel, fingers slipping on her juices. He pushed a finger in, then two, then three as she rolled her hips with pleasure. Waves of tingling heat rolled up her. Sparks seemed to jump through her when he brushed her clit. She felt the sweat on her tummy sticking them together. Panting now, she rested her head on his shoulder and let it loll against the rippling muscles. She wriggled her hand between them and found the familiar little rod of her aroused clit. She could feel his fingers stretching her and spreading her fluids everywhere. She joined in, rubbing her clit eagerly as he stroked her labia, back to her anus, into her vagina. His fingers slipping in and out of her wet channel excited her past control. "Ah. Ahhh. AaaaHHHH!" Her orgasm suddenly gripped her in a searing rush, far stronger than any she had given herself. Her legs clamped his sides and her toes curled against him. She pushed her chest down onto his and moaned. Her pussy, her mound, her inner thighs glowed with hyper-sensitivity. She came to. He was softly stroking her hair, slowly going down her back, into the dimples of her back and on down her legs to her calves. Her body felt completely limp, but with a warm aching need still deep inside her. Her cheek was wet and sticky against his shoulder. "Fuck. Wonnnderful." She said at last. "I'm loving this. But more. Your cock in me. Fuck me. Fuck me." Her words amazed and thrilled her. "Atlantia, I desire you so much, and I will fuck you." His unusual words thrilled her more. "I'm sorry, I only have green or purple." This baffled her. She looked up at him with surprise. "In the jacket pocket. I'll get them." Green and purple, condoms. "I got them out of the machine in the toilets. It was all there was. Maybe not your first choice for a first time?" He smiled hopefully. She giggled. "How sweet of you! I like purple, so I guess that's the one." As he stood by the bed opening the little package, she surprised herself again. "I want to put it on." With him lying on the bed she knelt at his cock. She held the shaft, revelling in the hardness under the soft skin. A clear drop of precum rose out of the slit and slowly ran down. On a whim she licked it up, then ran her lips over the smooth head. The precum had a faint salty taste. Danny gasped. Atlantia gave him a wicked look. "Maybe later, hero. Tonight's my night!" How could she be this daring? The condom rolled on, she crawled around so she was over his lean frame, legs either side of him. She leant down and kissed him as gently and lovingly as she could, then she whispered to him softly. "Fuck me! Put your cock in my cunt! Open me up!" Danny's face was a sight, dealing with all the contrasts, but he coped. He opened her pussy lips and eased her backwards onto his rigid pole. She felt his cock rubbing her lips wider, then entering her. She felt her vagina being widened as the shaft slid up. She felt eager and anxious at the same time, wanting it and dreading it. Her face and her breathing must have told Danny something. "Easy does it, girl. Let me go up and down a bit." She paused above him while he gently thrust up. The tightness, the cock inside, widening her, it felt sexy but strange, lust mixing with odd twinges. She looked down on his flexing torso. She felt her desire rising. Her juices helped his cock slide up into her and she started to roll her hips. Before she knew it she was riding him hard, sitting up and slapping down on his hips, looking down at the shimmers in her tummy and her breasts bouncing wildly. It all felt crazy and sexy and wild. She started to rub her clit again. Danny was revelling in the ride, grabbing her bouncing breasts or running his nails down her tummy, giving her shudders of lust. He scratched down her thighs and tweaked her kneecaps. He tickled her armpits and under her chin. He lightly pinched her nipples. Everywhere he touched, her nerves shrieked with pleasure. "Uhh, uhh, oh fuck, I'm coming again... oh fuck o fuck o fuck, aaAAAHHH!!" Her climax rushed up again, stopping her breath. As she paused she felt his thrusting reach up into her. He suddenly grabbed her quivering hips and held her still. She felt the cock deep inside her cunt ripple and spurt. She looked down at his taut stomach muscles and clenched jaw. Danny held his breath, then released a long gasp. His body relaxed and fell back onto the bed. She slid her arms up his chest and tickled him with her sweaty hair. The lay in a sticky, easy silence. "Fuck. Atlantia, that was fucking... no words. Just fucking. Incredible." "Mmm. Yes. Just, yes. Danny, I love you." "Careful of those words, my love. Lust, love, care... strong stuff to deal with. For later. But how are you feeling inside? For a virgin you were doing really well! Not... hurt?" Amongst the pleasures and joys, she could feel a sort of ache in her pussy. "I can feel, something. Maybe something tore, I don't know. It's all a bit confused in my mind now. I do know I just want you, all of you. Is this love? Lust? It's too hard to work out tonight." Danny stroked her hair as she lay on him. "Don't think. Just enjoy. Tomorrow can wait for tomorrow." Sleep crept over them. He found the tangle of blankets and pulled them up. Skin to skin, they shared their warmth under the covers. She gave his shoulder a last kiss. "Atlantia, and Danaus," she mumbled. "How did you know?" he asked. But she slept. * * * The freshly-washed tiles shone in the foyer. Light streamed through the coloured glass in the stairwell. Phoebe and Mel made their way up to the residential area, carrying a basket of sweet-smelling fruit. They found the right door and knocked. A male voice mumbled something. Danny appeared, wearing a hotel towel. He smiled crookedly. "Aren't you a bit early?" he said in a sleepy voice. The girls were stopped momentarily. Danny's slim frame, well-made shoulders above a solid chest, his curly hair tangled, his physical, sensual presence, ignited a flicker in them. "Can we come in?" Phoebe's concern rose up and she couldn't manage any small talk. Danny stepped back to let them enter. The morning light filled the room with a soft glow. Everything seemed almost normal. The girls crept over to the bed. Mel pointed out the condom wrapper approvingly. Lanny lay on her front, her shortish dark hair a tousled mess. Her face was turned towards the girls and they could see her relaxed smile as she slept. A simple sheet covered her hips and legs, but seemed to accentuate her graceful curves. The was a subtle smell of sex still on her. "Atlantia, ancient goddess. Beautiful." Danny had come up behind them. Mel had put the basket down. "God, she's actually really, really sexy." She turned to Danny. "So what did you do last night?" Danny just smiled and put a finger to his lips. "Still a man of mystery! Well, I'm glad you're discrete. And responsible. Thank you." On an impulse, Mel kissed him again. "Thank you for trusting me with your friend. I can assure you, she's been precious to me for many years. And before you ask, no, God didn't tell me this is how it would end up!" The girls continued to stare at her sleeping figure. The whole scene had a surreal sense to it now - their friend naked in the bed, this man almost naked beside them, the fresh sunlight in the old-fashioned room, the fact of having had sex right here... it was another world. Phoebe and Mel went up each side of the high bed. Mel could not take her eyes off Atlantia's curvy bottom and legs. Phoebe knelt down and brushed a strawberry against her lips. Her lips moved, her nose wrinkled, her eyes opened to the sight of her friend offering a favourite fruit. She smiled and took it. "Mmm, nice," she whispered as she stretched and slowly rolled onto her back. Her breasts rolled in their own time and wobbled to a halt after she had stopped, pale areoles spread across her chest. Mel was transfixed. Her breathing tightened in a familiar way. Almost unaware of her actions, she reached out and stroked the soft skin. Atlantia stared at her, then smiled and nodded slightly. Four Plus One 01: Monkey Bars Mel caressed her breast and nipple, feeling the point harden in her fingers. She stroked down to the soft tummy and up to her collarbone and neck, but the pale nipples seemed to keep drawing her back. Atlantia stretched and murmured with pleasure, arching her back to present her breasts better. She ate another of Phoebe's strawberries. Then with a smile she ran her own hand up under Mel's shirt. As she was leaning forward, Atlantia could easily stroke the generous globes. She could also feel her friends excitement through the fingers on her body and her changed breathing. With another cheeky smile she stretched her bra up and over and let the big breasts hang naturally. Mel gave a little gasp and leant forward more. Phoebe fed her a strawberry. Bent over the bed, Mel was now haphazardly stroking Atlantia's furry triangle and breasts as her own arousal took over. Atlantia played with her rolling breasts, then stroked her crotch, encased in denim but warm to the touch. She pushed hard to feel the soft labia parting and Mel wriggled with pleasure. She tugged at the waistline and Mel knew what to do. Hurriedly she kicked off her pumps, unbuckled her jeans and pulled them down. She'd left her panties on, pale ones with a lacy front, hinting at the treasures inside. She hesitated, looked into the eyes of her friend as she stroked her breasts again, then stripped everything off - panties, t-shirt, dishevelled bra. Naked in the morning sunshine, she leant over the bed and positioned herself to let Atlantia in. Her breasts swung easily below her. Mel's pubic hair spread thinly over her mound and down her outer lips. Atlantia rustled through the hairs, but soon found her long inner lips. Freed from the panties, they uncurled to her touch, slipping open with Mel's juices. They had slightly puffy edges, which made Mel shudder when they were stroked. Atlantia gently tugged and rolled them in her fingers, then wriggled into the wet furrow that led down to her vagina and up to her clitoris. Mel hung her head and whimpered as the unusual fingers played and pleasured her. Her breathing got heavier, her skin heated up, her breasts tingled as they swung across the sheet or against Atlantia's body. She kissed her friend's soft middle, nuzzling her belly button and inhaling the scent of her arousal. Then as her orgasm started to grow with the dance of Atlantia's fingers, she looked pleadingly towards her. "God, Lanny, you are so good, keep going! But please Lanny, can I have Danny? I need a cock in me!" Mel, always the cheeky, racy one. Close to a climax in front of her best friends, now... this. Surprises on surprises, but still considerate. But was Danny Atlantia's property? Boyfriend? Lover? The morning was turning more surreal. She looked up at Danny, who was near her on the bed now. He smiled and mouthed, "Whatever you want." She nodded. He kissed her tenderly. He came around behind Mel and let his towel fall. Mel's excitement hadn't been wasted on him: his cock was big and heavy. Mel turned to see it and smiled. "Oh yes, yes! Inside me now!" She said hoarsely. He reached for the remaining condom, but Mel shook her head. "I need to feel you inside me, I need to feel you come. I'm on the Pill, so it's OK," she reassured him. Danny came up behind Mel and stroked her back. He ran his fingernails through her hair and down her back, bringing out moans of pleasure. Mel was wriggling and thrusting back against Danny, who was now liberally smearing her fluids up and down her long inner lips. He ran a finger lightly round her anus. He steadied her and introduced his cock to her spreading folds. She paused. Atlantia still had her fingers there, and was excited to feel Danny's firm shaft nudging past her and sliding deep into the hot channel. She felt the lips stretch around his pole, at the same time as Mel breathed out against her tummy. "OH FUCK! FUCK!! So good inside me! Stretching me! Fuck me deeply!" Danny eased his shaft out, shiny with her juices, then thrust in. Mel panted. "Harder - fuck me harder! Lanny, take me over! Feels soooo good!" Mel was in ecstasy but still able to give orders. Danny obeyed, slapping into her and sending her heavy teats swinging. Atlantia adjusted to find her swollen clit and rub it in time to the heavy thrusts from behind. Phoebe gave Mel another strawberry, which gave Mel an idea. "Hey girl, let me kiss your tits! Or better, taste some of that!" She had seen what she was doing. Phoebe was the most reserved of the four friends. She had fun with their racy conversations, but rarely made suggestions or led the banter. She seemed younger, perhaps more innocent, although she was the one who woke Atlantia so sensuously. But this was a different situation. Atlantia naked, Danny and Mel... well, fucking each other. The charged atmosphere, the bare skin was having an effect on her. Her breathing tightened, her nipples tingled and she found herself stroking her legs. Then without conscious thought she slipped her hand into her jeans, through her pubic hair and down to her tender outer lips. As Mel's arousal grew, so did Phoebe's. as she gave herself and the others the strawberries, her other hand gave her tingles and surges of pleasure. Then Mel had seen what she had been doing. Phoebe froze. Her motionless fingers were nestled in her warm damp folds. She had thought how sexy it was and how she would remember it all for her own delight later, but she had got carried away (hadn't they all?) and now Mel had put her in the centre of it. She felt a shiver of excitement - and terror at the exposing of her secret. "Phoebe, give me some of your juice! Before I come! Please love!" Mel was ordering and begging at the same time. "I... I can't..." she stammered, but was taking her hand out of her secret place, wet and sticky. Mel eyed her fingers eagerly and seemed to draw them towards her by staring. She sucked the tangy fingertips in when they brushed her lips. Licked clean, she let them out of her mouth but ran her tongue across her lips, as if begging for more. Phoebe dipped in and drew out more of her nectar to feed to her. She watched her fingers being sucked and felt the tingles of sensation. She also got a tingle from seeing Mel's hanging breasts swing wildly as Danny worked her from behind. Mel couldn't stop herself now. "Oh yes! Three of you! More! More fucking! So good! Moh, oh, oh oh oh ohhh ooaaaAAAAHHH!" The taste of Phoebe, Atlantia's rubbing of her clit and Danny's slapping into her deep cleft was too much. She was engulfed in her orgasm, dropping her head onto Atlantia's tummy and sobbing. Her thighs shuddered with her climax, her cunt clutching at Danny's cock and sending him over the edge as well. He halted and pumped his semen into her, holding her quivering thighs against him as he gasped for air. Spent, Mel lay on Atlantia. Cock inside her still, Danny brushed her hair and shoulders again. She sighed. He ran his fingernails gently down her back. Atlantia stroked her head gently. Phoebe had a few more strawberries to hand out. Mel slowly clambered onto the bed beside Atlantia, at the same time tugging at Phoebe to get her on as well. Phoebe joined them, but uncertainly. Atlantia could feel Phoebe's reluctance on one side, and Mel's after-sex sticky sensuality on the other. "Take your clothes off, beautiful girl," Mel said. Phoebe hesitated, then stripped off her top. She had small breasts, with slightly puffy pink areoles and hard little nipples. Atlantia gazed at them as she lay beside her. She noticed a blush on Phoebe's chest. Her chest was heaving. Mel reached over and gently stroked a shoulder and down her arm. "Beautiful," she whispered. "Now the rest." "I, don't know if I can." Phoebe's eyes were glistening. "It's scary as hell, then it feels fantastic when you do. We won't force you into anything, but you have to try it. You're so beautiful and sexy, try it with us." "You won't think so if you see me..." "What are you talking about? We can see you already!" Phoebe closed her eyes, forcing a tear to run out and down her temple. She choked back a sob and lifted her bottom. Wriggling out of her pants, she lay on the bed, tense from head to toe. The girls stopped and stared. "There! Not beautiful. Ugly. Ugly." Nestled between Phoebe's slim legs, her pubic hair grew lush. A huge, thick tangle of fine brown hairs, tapering up to a fine line at her middle and across the joins of her thighs and onto her legs. Freed from the close-fitting panties, the hairs rose up slowly, almost one by one, a lush, growing thicket. A wonderful scent of her arousal wafted out, but it was impossible to see where from. An exotic, mysterious jungle, standing proud, dominating the landscape of Phoebe's body. The girls stared. "Wow." Mel gulped. Of course she was the first to respond, reaching over Atlantia to touch the springy thatch. She didn't ask, just put her hand in. Phoebe watched the hand as it explored her. The first thing that struck Mel was how warm it was in the hair. It was another world inside the lush, tickling strands, that spurred her on. She ran her hand down the curve of Phoebe's body, not touching skin but rustling through the growth. She felt the slightest sense of dampness; she brought her hand out to sniff Phoebe's scent on her, different, tangier than her own. Phoebe watched the hand gliding down into her warm folds. Her breath was shallow. She wanted to resist - she had such mixed feelings about her body, she wasn't sure anyone would like it. At the same time her arousal pushed her on. She had loved to watch the sex - she thought she was attracted to boys over girls, but this was different, amazing. And these were her friends, for God's sake. So much swirling confusion in her mind. But her body, her labia, her cunt were taking over, they wanted more. She spread her legs and rolled her hips up as Mel pleasured her, then froze. Another tear. "No! It feels good, but, I don't know, wrong. Not normal. I'm not normal!" Mel climbed up and straddled Phoebe. She looked down her breasts into her face. "Not normal? What the fuck is normal?? It's all normal! Look at these." She ran her hands down her front, into her pubic hair to her pussy lips. They were long, from above her clitoris down the curve of her body to the space between her thighs. They came out, pink and loose, with slightly puffy edges, shiny with her juices. She pulled her outer lips so that the inner ones spread. The smell of her come mixed with Danny's wafted out. "My lips. They just started growing and growing, in puberty. All the girls in the pictures don't seem to have any, it's all tucked away neatly, but mine... they're huge. They get tangled up in my panties. I worried. I felt sick. I cried about them, between playing with them. I thought I was ugly. I thought no one could be attracted to them. "But they felt so good! To play with. To stroke, especially along the edges. So finally I thought, fuck 'em. This is me. This is how I am. This is what you get. Boys, I can fucking blow your mind with what I've got down here, so you can just take it or leave it. Well, the visitors have never complained. And they can be very useful guiding the visitors in! Isn't that right Danny? Danny smiled warmly. "You felt just, bloody fantastic. And a lady is a lady. If a gentleman doesn't appreciate what's right in front of him, he shouldn't be allowed to enjoy it." Kind of an odd answer, but close to what Mel was getting at. There was a glow of lust in Mel's eyes as she stroked Phoebe's slim torso underneath her, brushing over her ribs and down her sides, rustling through the thick hairs and now stroking her pussy lips. She curled down and licked the nipples below her, feeling them respond and hearing Phoebe's sigh. Phoebe closed her eyes and started to relax as Mel kissed her breasts and chest and armpits. Mel's fingers found their way through Phoebe's outer lips and into her warm wet cleft. Phoebe spread her legs wider. Atlantia stroked here and there: a leg, her sides, down her elbow to her wrists. She picked up a hand and sucked each finger into her mouth, one after another. Phoebe sighed and squirmed as four hands aroused her. With a faint growl Mel climbed off her and positioned herself between the slim thighs. With a laughing glare she stared up into Phoebe's face, at the same time scratching a nail along each leg and into the thick hairs. Phoebe smiled and closed her eyes. She rolled her hips up to Mel's probing tongue. The tongue was magic. Phoebe's skin was sensitive to every touch by now. Mel's caresses and tickles up and down her legs sent jolts through her, meeting the sparks coming from her pussy. Atlantia's kisses and touches of her chest and breasts, everything was combining to overpower her. Then Atlantia got up. She literally rolled over Phoebe and slithered down to her pubic jungle. On elbows and knees she was above her but head-to-toe. Phoebe felt extra fingers rubbing her mound and delving into her bush. Almost directly above her was Atlantia's furry thatch. The richer scent of her last night's come excited Phoebe's senses. She brought her hands up to explore another girl's pussy for the first time. She was struck by how complex it all was, but how neat and compact the arrangement was. In the morning light she could see every detail (she had explored her own pussy, but only after dark). She saw rich curls, not as thick as hers but unashamedly hairy. They extended from Atlantia's mound, along each of her outer lips and petering out near her anus. She gently spread the outer lips and watched the inner lips slowly separate from each other. Inside the delicate inner lips she could make out the folds around her clitoris, the tiny hole of her urethra and the larger, beckoning hole of her vagina, bright pink and moist. Phoebe could smell a mixture of an older, riper scent and something fresher. She wanted to explore and play in this garden of delights, but a more urgent need was taking control. She could feel her own lips parted and stretched, felt hot breath on her bare skin, a sensation of air on her clit. She suddenly bucked when two tongues assaulted her, licking across her clit and diving into her channel. She fought for breath and tried to wriggle free, but Atlantia's weight and Mel's determination were too strong. Phoebe dug her fingers into the soft thighs above her as she was dragged into a whirl of light and dark. Her thighs quivered as the relentless tongues stirred her centre. A thumb tickled her anus. She couldn't breathe, she could only feel every nerve shout yes! Yes! Yes! A high scream escaped her as her climax shattered over her. Waves of tremors wracked her. She thought she was floating, but could feel the warm body resting on hers. She dimly felt kisses showering on her pussy and legs, up her flat tummy... When she opened her eyes she found Mel and Atlantia looking down at her and smiling. They were stroking her face and shoulders. They were nowhere near the last place she left them. The morning light glowed through their messy hair. She opened her mouth to speak but could only whisper hoarsely. Mel gave her a strawberry. "Oh, thank you. Thank you. I feel, I don't know, fantastic. Light and heavy and sexy and... I'm so glad you girls were here! I can't believe I'm saying that, but it's true. I can't believe what I've just done. What you've done! It's just crazy." She found herself staring at the naked Danny now. Where had he been while she came? Just standing there? She looked up and down his lean figure, solid shoulders, heavy cock hanging down but thick. A crazier thought wandered into her head. "Danny... please?" "Uh, Phoebe?" "I feel so good. My girls have made me feel the best I've ever felt. I didn't really like my body that much before, especially this bush. But now I feel fucking fantastic! There, I can even say it. Fucking. I want you. I want you to be my first boy. I want you to fuck me. Put your cock in me and finish me. The girls have fucked me, now you - please? God, I really am crazy today." "Are you sure? Coming is great, and boy you are sexy, but inside you... can feel..." He was trying to say "Some first fucks are pretty average, or painful, you don't want to spoil this now do you?" but that seemed a bit brutal. He stole a glance a Atlantia. "Phoebe my love, Danny would be the perfect first lover, but losing your virginity can hurt a bit. Are you sure you want to risk it?" Atlantia was a perfect big sister, if only about nine hours ahead of her. "Yeah, I've heard all about it, and maybe you're right. But I still want to. Before today I didn't know what I should do about sex, with all this hair and my own hang-ups. And now... I feel free. Free to choose. And I choose with my friends." While talking, she had been stroking her pussy and playing with her come, giving herself little tastes. Now she offered some to Danny, putting her fingers up to his mouth. "Danny, please fuck me. You've fucked Lanny, and Mel, you can't leave me out, can you?" Phoebe was determined. So Danny eased her to the edge of the bed and spread her legs wide apart. She spread them even further so her ankles were level with her head. Her bush was spread open across her pussy and over the curve of her crotch. Curls of hair went over her labia and a little way up her slim thighs. She indicated to her friends to sit beside her and each hold a leg. She clutched their hands tightly. Danny found the last condom and put it on. He positioned himself and gently spread her inner lips. He could see her clit, still bright pink from her orgasm, and the slightly parted slit of her vagina. The walls were moist. His cock eased in. The girls watched Phoebe's hairy pussy take it in. "You say if you want to stop," he whispered. "Feels huge!" She murmured back, "but don't stop. Take me!" With his cockhead all the way in, he felt a resistance. He slid back and forth in that space while he stroked her long thighs and up her chest and down around her anus. He felt her vagina flex when he went down there and it gave him an idea. He leant forward and started to kiss Phoebe. Slowly at first, he built up the intensity. At the same time he stroked her legs and started to circle her ring. Pressing and relaxing, suddenly his fingertip slid in. Phoebe gave a little yelp into his mouth. His tongue in her, his finger in her and his cock in her, he started to thrust more. She squirmed underneath him, but kept the kisses up. Then something gave. Phoebe cried out. "AAHH! Ah fuck! In! In all the way!" She wriggled to get more of him in and pulled his neck down to force the issue. Danny's cock was buried in her furry pussy. She held him, she rolled her hips to him, but was wincing with discomfort. Danny took charge. He came out. His shaft was streaked with blood. He took off the condom and started pulling himself. He leant over Phoebe. "You are a hell of a sexy lady and I would love to take you for hours and hours. But maybe not now. You look fine, you smell great and you will have a great sex life with the right guy. Right now I just want to come on your wonderfully hairy pussy." It was slightly overdone, but he could see the uncertainty and the tears welling in her eyes. "Thank you," she whispered. She put her legs down and the three of them watched him jerking off. Then Mel (of course) spoke up. "Let us have a go." She took his shaft and expertly pulled the skin up and down. The girls watched as the head got pinker. Mel was off the bed by now and knelt down in front of Danny. While working the shaft she got down and sucked one ball into her mouth. Danny gasped. She took the other one in, then let the first one out. She cradled and fondled them as she curled her lips over his shaft.