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Together to Learn Ch. 05

By: millieteases



NOTE:  This is an adult story. If you are not a legal adult in your jurisdiction, please do not continue. If frank depictions of human sexuality offend you, please do not continue. Otherwise, please enjoy.

Chapter 5: Oral

With one hand Jenny pulled the hem of her nightgown up over her stomach as the  fingers of her other moved quickly to find her clitoris. A month ago she would never  have dreamed that she would be the type to masturbate almost daily, and sometimes three  or four times in a day. She also never believed she would have shaved off her pubic hair,  but she had done that earlier that evening.

It had all come about when Pam, a friend she'd made in her freshman year at  Smallville College, had come to her and said that it was time she and some of her friends  learned what sex was all about. When Jenny had asked Pam what she meant, Pam had  replied that they were now all 21, all still virgins, and none had done much more than  kiss a member of the opposite sex. While they may have technical knowledge, they didn't  have actual experience, and it was time they got some. They would keep it fairly clinical,  at least at the beginning, and learn what so many of the other students at Smallville  actually knew.

Jenny's movements became more deliberate. Her clitoris was hardening and  becoming erect, poking out from under its hood. She circled the nerve-laden nubbin,  teasing it to even greater hardness.

Jenny sat up and pulled the white linen nightgown over her head and deposited it  next to her bed. She returned one hand to her clitoris and with her other hand tugged  alternately at her dusky pink nipples. They were as hard and erect as her clitoris. She  glanced down at her breasts. They weren't particularly large - 34 B - but they were nicely  shaped and, when she was standing, stood out from her chest with no sag at all. Their  areolas, however, were large - covering nearly a third of each breast. She noticed how  they had grown darker as she teased the nipples in their center. The skin of her breasts  was pale - skin that normally only saw the sun when it peaked in the bathroom window in  the morning The areolas, normally pink, had darkened to a dusky rose, the nipples  another shade darker. She bent her head down toward her right nipple, straining to lick  the nipple she pushed toward her mouth. Her tongue barely reached it - just skimming  over its tip, tantalizing rather than satisfying its urge to be stroked and sucked.

"Ok," she thought to herself, "start tapping." This was a pleasure that Jenny had  discovered by accident one night when just before she left for college the first time. She  had picked up a romance novel that someone left in the Laundromat. The story was a  little interesting, so she'd brought it home with her. Later that night, while she was  reading before going to sleep, she had discovered one of the reasons so many women  read these books. It was smutty. The author described the heroine making love with  roguish man pictured on the cover. It wasn't pornographic - there wasn't any "his rock  hard cock pistoned into the soft wet folds of her quim" kind of language like in the  magazine one of her high school girlfriends had stolen from her brother - but it was  explicit and it had excited her. A little later the heroine had been accidentally slapped  between her legs with a dog's leash - and she'd liked it! Wondering what it would have  felt like, Jenny had gently slapped herself - and liked it.  She had experimented a bit,  slapping harder and then softer. Finally, she had focused directly on her clitoris. She  found that tapping it gently but firmly and persistently produced the greatest pleasure and  inevitably led to a very satisfying orgasm. Now it was one of her favorite ways to finish  herself off.

As she tapped Jenny thought back to that first night. They'd all gotten together at  Pam's house, and taken off their clothes, and then they looked at Alan and how he reacted  to stimulation. And then it was a girl's turn and she had volunteered. She didn't know why  - something had just come over her and she wanted the experience and she had also  figured if she didn't like it then it would be good to be over with it first. And then they  had started looking at her and touching her and she was excited and had asked Alan to tap  her clitoris and he did and she had an orgasm and then, right after, another one because  he hadn't stopped tapping. 

So she tapped away, the sensations growing, feeling the orgasm approaching and  then she was there and her orgasm swept through her like a wave at the beach and it was  carrying her along and touching every part of her body and it was so good, so good. She  tried to remember to keep tapping, but just after the orgasm started she had grabbed the  pillow lying next to her and hugged it to herself tightly, imagining at first that it was  Larry she was embracing, and then everybody like they had that first night and then it  was over and she was calm and relaxed and her mind drifted around her pleasure and her  thoughts about what she had been experiencing.

First of all, she thought, I do really care about these people. Pam I've known since  the first day of college. She really is a friend. And she thought all this up! And I knew  Amy, but not like I do now. And Alan was like her brother, but one, she giggled to  herself, that she wouldn't mind committing incest with. Mitsy had lived across the hall  from her freshman year. She always had guys chase after her when she first came to  Smallville, but she never had done much about it and after the first semester nobody  really paid much attention to her. Still, she could come up with some wild ideas now and  then, even if she never acted them out. At least, not until the last few weeks. When she'd  stripped off her clothes that one night after they came back from New Sun Grove and  demanded they all start masturbating, Jenny admitted to herself, she was a little shocked.

And Larry. 

There was something special about Larry. Maybe it was the way he'd kissed her  and touched her the other night. Maybe it was the way he just kind of paid attention to  her when she talked.  She felt a little flutter in her stomach. Maybe he'd be the one...if  they got that far...

Anyway, Jenny thought, they'd certainly had an interesting night. And now they  were all shaved down there, even the guys. She cast her thoughts back over the events of  the evening.

They had all gotten together at Pam's, like they had pretty regularly for the last  few weeks. Since Pam lived off campus in her own apartment it was more discreet. If  they'd been carrying on like this in the dorms, even in the suites where everyone had her  own room, the whole world would have known. Now it just looked like a group that hung  around a lot together anyway was just doing more of the same. No one had any idea.

When they got there and everyone had something to eat and drink, Pam had  started the discussion. 

"Ok, last week we all went away from here knowing we had to do some thinking.  We've been intimate - not completely in some people's books, but pretty completely in  my mind. Now we have to decide if we're going to go any further. I want to go further,  but I have to feel safe about it - emotionally. I think you all pretty much feel that way too.  So what are we going to do?"

"Well," said Mitsy, "I don't think signing a form or anything like that is going to  do it. We're not some little club or anything. But I'll say this - before we started all of this  I was kind of afraid of my sexuality. I mean, I always felt I was a sexual being, but  everything I was taught growing up and heard from my friends made me afraid of what I  would feel. And then Pam and I saw that show, and started talking about it, and then we  all got together, and well, I'm not so afraid any more. I want to learn more. I want to  know you all better. So I'll make this commitment to all of you. I will always care about  you. I will be your friend. And I will explore my sexuality with you. I'll do it safely, and  discreetly. This will be our experience, ours alone. I won't tell anyone else what we are  doing, beyond saying we are friends and like to do things with each other like go to the  movies."

"That's pretty strong," said Alan. "Do you really mean all that?"

"Yes, I do," replied Mitsy. "You've all become very special to me and I think we  can really learn a lot about sex together. And if I know you feel the same way and are  making the same commitment as I am than I'm ready to try just about everything that I've  heard about or thought about and I know I'll still be safe."

"She's right," said Amy, quietly. "I feel the same way Mitsy does. We've been  friends for a few years now, but the last month or so has been really special and I think  we've got a bond. And I'll make the same commitment. I want to find out more about sex  and how I react to it and how we all do. And I'll care about all of you. And I know if we  all make the commitment than, emotionally at least, I have nothing to worry about. As for  birth control and STD's and all that, I think we're pretty smart. I've already been to  student health and talked to them about it. Since we're all virgins and I'm pretty sure none  of us have done anything that would expose us to an STD, and we're going to be faithful  to each other, then I think we're ok on that front. And if the guys use condoms and we use  diaphragms or go on the pill or something else for women, then pregnancy shouldn't be a  big issue. Stuff always fails, but I know we'll be careful. So I'm in if the rest of you are."

"Ok," said Alan, "I'm getting the point. I guess I feel pretty much the same way.  This is kind of special. I never thought I'd have an experience like this - hell, I never  thought I'd get to be with a woman at all until a lot later in life - like maybe someone I  met at my parents' church and our parents set us up and we were both kind of losers but it  would work out. And now we've done all this, and I've found out that women really do  like sex and that you have some of the same kind of feelings I do. So I'll make the same  commitment."

"Me too," said Larry. "What Alan said. I care about all of you and this is really  special. And I want to be part of it. So I commit to care about you and be discreet and all  of that."

"Ok, you know I want to be part of it, I've already said it," said Pam. "This was  my idea and it's gone further than I thought it would but I know it's good. And I think it  will be good for all of us. So I commit to all of you as well."

Then they were all looking at Jenny. She remembered the thoughts that had run  through her mind when that happened. She liked these people, but she was still a little  scared about how much she liked sex. But, this was probably a pretty safe way to explore  that, and these people were special to her. So, she had said, "I'll make the commitment  too. I'm still afraid. I like what we've done so much. And I still masturbate all the time  and I never did, so much, before. But I think we can work it out, or I can work it out, so I  want to be part of all this."

Then they'd all looked around a little sheepishly. They knew that something  unusual and something that would change their lives was happening.

"Well then," said Larry, "What are we going to try tonight?"

"Umm," said Mitsy "I had an idea. It's kind of a physical symbol of our  commitment. It's nothing extreme, and it's not going to change you forever or anything  and nobody else will be able to see it, except maybe in the gym or something, but it will  be, for at least a while, a sign of our commitment. And I think it will be kind of sexy,  too."

"So, what are you talking about?" asked Pam.

"You gave me the idea that first night," Mitsy replied. "You know how you, umm,  well, trim yourself? I've been kind of thinking about that since that night, and I think if  we all shaved ourselves it would be sexy and it would be a sign of that commitment."

"You want to shave me?" asked Alan. "My pubes?"

"Yes," said Mitsy. "I think if we're all shaved it will be sexy and it will be a sign  of our commitment."

"So how are we going to do it?" asked Pam. "I've got scissors, but I only have one  or two razors left and I know it's better if they're sharp."

"Jenny and I can make a razor and shaving cream run," said Mitsy. "We'll be right  back - you guys get ready." Jenny looked at Mitsy like she was a little crazy, but got up  and left with her.

The rest of them got busy. They set up the massage table to lie on while they were  being shaved and then got a big stack of towels and washrags. Pam found some bowls to  hold the hot water. Then she found a couple of pair of scissors and some combs. She  could hardly believe what was about to happen in her house.

While they were waiting for Mitsy and Jenny to return, they disrobed and, under  Pam's direction, began clipping each other's pubic hair. She paired up with Alan, and  Amy with Larry.

"Ok, guys first," Pam said. Alan got on the table and leaned back on his elbows.  Larry spread a beach towel over the recliner and sat down. "Amy," she said, "it's kind of  like when you get a haircut. Use the comb to hold the hair away from the skin, and then  carefully clip. The room soon became quiet, the only sound being the snip of the scissors.  In a few minutes Alan and Larry's pubic hair had been reduced to stubble. They switched  places, Amy on the chair and Pam on the table.

"Hey," said Alan. "You're already shaved. What kind of a sign is this for you?"  

Pam looked up at him. "I'm not shaved all the way," she said. "Cut off the hair  there at the top." 

Alan proceeded, very gently.  Soon the few blonde curls that made up the triangle  of hair that adorned Pam's plump mons had been reduced to stubble.

Larry was proceeding less quickly with Amy. Her pubic hair was black, coarse  and dense and covered her thighs, the lower part of her belly and her groin completely.  Larry combed and snipped carefully, slowly exposing the pale white skin of Amy's thighs  and belly. He was carefully clipping hair from the pink lips of Amy's pubis when Jenny  and Mitsy returned with a bag of disposable razors and shaving cream for delicate skin.

Jenny and Mitsy undressed and Alan and Pam were soon ministering to them. It  was not long before their brown and red curls joined those of their friends. 

"All right, Pam," said Mitsy. "Since you're experienced at this, maybe you should  be the barber. Who wants to be first?"

"I'll go," said Larry. "Just be careful, Pam."

"I have every intention to be," she said. Actually, she was a little nervous. It was  one thing to shave herself - she knew her nooks and crannies, knew how the hair grew.  With Alan it was going to be different - and especially on his testicles.

"All right," Pam said. "I need hot water and a washrag." Jenny went to the kitchen  sink and returned with a large bowl of steaming water. "Let me help," she said.

"Ok, get him nice and wet and then rub the shave cream in." 

Jenny dipped a washrag in the steaming water and wrung it out. Gently she  washed around Larry's penis, and then up and over it and around his testicles. Larry  slowly started to get erect. She reached under his testicles and washed around his  perineum. Then she took the can of shave cream she and Mitsy had bought, shook it  gently, and sprayed a blob of it onto her hand.

"Oh gee," she had thought. "I'm going to touch him again." She took a deep breath  and massaged the white cream into Larry's pubis, upper thighs and perineum. She  dispensed a bit more of the shaving foam into her hand and gently rubbed it over Larry's  testicles. He was fully erect when she was finished.

Pam pulled the guard off the razor and gently began to shave Larry. She worked  steadily but carefully, with short, sure strokes. Between strokes she rinsed the razor in the  bowl of warm water. Soon his groin was naked as the day he was born. Pam then turned  to his testicles, stretching the skin taught and gently stroking the razor over the stubble.  Larry held his breath. He had lost his erection.

"Ok, clean him up," Pam said to Jenny. 

Jenny dipped the washrag in the warm water again and gently wiped the remnants  of shave cream from Larry.  He was pink and smooth. His erection began to return as  Jenny ran the rag up his perineum, over his balls and then, with her fist wrapped around  his penis, gently but firmly up and over its head.

"Now me," said Mitsy. She climbed up on the table and spread her legs. The tip of  her inch long clitoris was just peaking from between her labia, framed by the orangey-red  stubble that remained on her labia and mons. Alan brought a fresh bowl of hot water and  gently washed her, and then rubbed the shaving cream over and around her mons. Soon  the white foam covered her, only the tip of her clitoris, now more erect, emerging pinkly  from the white cream.

Pam chose a new razor and gently began working on Mitsy. She began across the  pad of her mons, quickly scraping it clean. Then she shaved the hair from Mitsy's inner  thighs and along her perineum. Mitsy's clitoris was visible throughout this ministration.  Finally Pam worked on her labia, stretching them gently and delicately removing the last  vestiges of hair that grew along them. When she finished Alan cleaned Mitsy. As Jenny  had done with Larry's penis, he finished with a little extra attention to her now blatantly  erect clitoris. It really was almost as big as Pam's little finger, he noticed. He rubbed it  gently and Mitsy shivered from the little zings of pleasure that ran through her.

Jenny had gone next, followed by Alan and Amy. Then it was Pam's turn. Mitsy  did the honors, quickly removing the stubble from Pam's mons and touching up the other  areas. After Alan had cleaned her up, she went to her room and returned with a hand  mirror. They passed it around, each examining her or himself. There was a lot of pink  skin between their legs.

"Now what?" asked Amy.  

"We could taste each other," said Jenny. She remembered that she had blushed  furiously, not believing what she had just said. But as she said it, she also remembered,  there was a fierce throbbing coming from between her legs.

"What do you mean?" Amy asked.

Jenny was beet red. "You know," she giggled. "Taste each other - there."

"Oh..." The room was quiet.

"Let's do it," said Mitsy. "We'll get in a circle, all of us together at once. We'll all  be joined together at once. We'll all experience a new kind of sexuality all at once."

"Well, it sounds ok," said Jenny. "But there's only two guys. Girls are going to  have to get together again."

"It doesn't matter," said Pam. "It's part of our exploring. And anyway," she  stammered, "it was kind of nice when Mitsy and I were together. So just try it."

"But, how do we pick?" Jenny asked.

"Well, since Mitsy and I were together last time, it's your and Amy's turn to go.  And it will really be three of us, at least because to make the circle work one of you will  be in line with one of us."

"Oh," said Jenny. She hadn't been so sure of this, and she had been hoping that  she'd get to go with Larry. That, she figured, would now have to wait.

"All right, then, how do we do this?" asked Alan.

"Well," said Mitsy, "we just have to alternate. I guess one on their back, the next  kneeling over, the next underneath and so on. Just get down on the floor and we'll figure  it out."

Jenny thought about how they must have looked. Four naked women and two  naked men. Alan had gotten on his back, and Pam positioned herself on hands and knees  between his legs. Her large breasts dangled from her chest, the nipple of the left one  threatening to caress the tip of Alan's erection. Larry had then gotten on his back, and  scootched himself up between Pam's legs. Then Mitsy had pulled him around a little bit,  so they all would end up in a circle. She poised herself over him. 


Together to Learn Ch. 05



Jenny remembered that she had looked at them all, then just got down on the floor  and put her head between Mitsy's legs. She was looking up into Mitsy's crotch - and her  big clitoris, poking out from between her outer labia. The inner labia were just visible, a  pair of thin red lines emerging moistly from between the plumb outer lips. Then Amy has  positioned herself over Alan's face and between Jenny's legs. Jenny looked back at her as  she felt the ends of Amy's dark hair brush across her thighs. Amy had smiled.

"Everybody ready?" asked Mitsy.

"What are we supposed to do?" asked Larry.

"Use your imagination," Mitsy replied. "Kiss, lick, suck - you know all the words  people use. OK, 1, 2, 3 Go!" And with that she bent down and kissed the tip of Larry's  penis. 

Jenny had been just about ready to kiss Mitsy's vulva when she jumped - Amy  had run her tongue right up the slit between her labia and it felt wonderful. Ok, she  thought, now I have to share. She pushed her head up into Mitsy's crotch and kissed her  labia. Mitsy tasted a little musky. Jenny took a deep breath, stuck out her tongue, and ran  it up Mitsy's labia and over her clitoris. A she watched, Mitsy's labia blossomed open, her  inner lips further extending between them, her clitoris, unbelievably, growing even  larger. Jenny resumed licking, stroking from bottom top, ending each stroke with a flick  at Mitsy's clitoris. The taste of Mitsy's juices excited her.

Jenny had felt herself lubricating and opening up under Amy's ministrations.  Amy's mouth and tongue were insistent, exploring every nook and cranny of Jenny's  genitals. Her tongue would run up and down the crevice between outer and inner labia,  then stab into her vagina, where it would swirl around, drawing Jenny's juices down. All  the time she was doing this her hair was brushing over Jenny's thighs, tickling and  tantalizing them. As soon as Jenny was beginning to think she couldn't stand this much  longer, Amy would flatten her tongue and run it up over her urethra and then her clitoris,  and then she would use it to circle and flick at that hard little pleasure nubbin. Jenny was  trying to duplicate Amy's actions with Mitsy, but her groans of pleasure kept interfering  with her efforts. Finally, she just threw her arms around Mitsy's backside, clamped her  mouth over Mitsy's mound and licked and sucked everything she could reach with her  tongue, finally pulling and holding her enormous clit between her lips, alternately  sucking on it and flicking it back and forth with her tongue.

Mitsy was beside herself with pleasure. When Jenny finally focused on her  clitoris waves of pleasure just began washing steadily through her, carrying her higher  and higher. She had begun everything with a light kiss to the tip of Larry's penis, but now  was sliding her mouth up and down it's length, her tongue pressing hard and slithering  over his glans on every stroke. She had braced herself with her left hand on the floor, and  was stroking Larry's penis with her right, in rhythm with her sucking. She could feel her  breasts swaying and occasionally brushing against Larry's thighs as she moved her mouth  up and down her penis. Every time a nipple brushed against Larry, a little thrill ran right  down to her clitoris.

The others were equally active. Larry had a finger pistoning in and out of Pam's  vagina as he sucked insistently at her clitoris. Pam was alternately sucking Alan and  running her tongue, hard, up the underside of his penis. Alan held Amy's butt with both  hands, pulling his face into her crotch where his tongue alternated between thrusting in  and out of her vagina and circling her clitoris.

They were a writhing circle of pleasure, moaning, groaning, gasping and grunting  with pleasure; licking and sucking the pink flesh of their newly-shaved genitals. 

Jenny remembered how her orgasm had just hit her - Amy had sucked her clitoris  deep into her mouth and then suddenly released it, and the sudden absence of stimulation  made Jenny cry out, and then Amy had flicked her tongue over it, hard, and then she was  cumming, hard, her whole body shaking with pleasure and Amy hadn't stopped flicking  at her clitoris and the sensations were overpowering, her orgasm flooding through her,  her whole body shaking with pleasure.

As she orgasmed, the contractions squeezed the lubricant filling Jenny's vagina  out and over Amy's face. The erotic odor, and Alan's tongue circling over her clitoris,  sent Amy into orgasm as well, and then orgasm just rippled through the circle, Pam and  Mitsy quivering with the pleasure and Alan and Larry pumping floods of semen into Pam  and Mitsy's mouths. When Alan's orgasm began Pam pulled back, and his semen spurted  over her face and breasts, but Mitsy had just sucked Larry deeper into her mouth, sucking  and swallowing every drop until she milked him dry. Pam rubbed the creamy substance  into her skin with one hand, and with the other held Alan's penis so she could lick up the  remnants of semen that oozed from his urethra.

They all finally collapsed together, face-to-crotch, holding each other tightly as  the last sensations of orgasm subsided and the peace of the afterglow took over.

After a few minutes Pam stood up and took Alan by the hand, leading him into  the bathroom. "C'mon everybody," she said.

The others disengaged themselves and slowly followed. Mitsy grabbed the towels  they had used earlier, anticipating what Pam had in mind. By the time she got to the  bathroom Pam had the shower going and she and Alan were soaping each other up,  rubbing up against each other and paying special attention to their genitals, then rinsing  the remnants of their encounter from each other. Pam motioned Mitsy into the tub as  Alan stepped out, and then she washed her just as carefully and embracing and rubbing  against her just as much as she had with Alan. Jenny took Larry by the hand and stepped  into the tub as Pam and Mitsy finished, and Amy joined them, and the trio soaped and  rubbed and cleaned each other, slipping and sliding against each other's bodies, exploring  breasts and penis and vaginas in the process.

Pam passed out the big, fluffy towels to all of them and they dried each other off,  then gathered back in the living room. Pam had brought several bottles of lotion with her.

"Well," said Pam. "That was something."

They all looked a bit sheepishly at each other, a bit surprised at what they had just  done. Jenny recalled how she had looked around the room, and how she had noticed their  shaved genitalia, and how that sight had strangely aroused her.

Pam spoke again. "One thing I do know, we'll all be a lot more comfortable if we  massage some lotion into ourselves. When my mother taught me about shaving, she  taught me that too." She passed the bottles of lotion around.

They had poured lotion into their hands and started rubbing it into themselves.  Alan and Larry's penises had started growing erect, especially as they watched the girls  rub themselves. As usual, Mitsy broke the ice.

"Oh, just do it. Everybody just masturbate. You've got lotion, it feels good, and  we've only had one orgasm apiece tonight anyway."

Amy had spoken next. "Maybe we can make it our ritual," she said.

"What do you mean," asked Larry.

"Well," she replied quietly. "Groups have rituals. We have a physical symbol of  our group - our shaved genitals. So why don't we have a ritual? At the end of each night,  we can sit in a circle like this, and then masturbate. We're all together, we've done things  together, we've experimented, but we go back to the basics. Self-love. We can do it to  remind ourselves that we are individuals and that as much as our love for each other  grows, that eventually we may go our own ways. It's a sexual act, we do it as a group, but  we do it individually. It kind of ties everything all together."

"I like it," Jenny had said. "Let's do it."

The others agreed.

"Ok," Mitsy said, "then let's start." And with that she had leaned back into the  couch she was sitting on, spread her legs, and began rubbing herself. The others followed  suit. 

Jenny had paid particular attention to Larry as he gripped his penis and stroked it  up and down. For herself, she had spread her lips with her left hand, dipped two fingers  of her right hand into her vagina to moisten them, and slowly began rubbing them around  and over her clitoris. The pleasant sensations of sex gently flowed through her. she felt  her nipples harden and tried again to suck on one, again failing to do much more than just  flick at it, tantalizing but not satisfying herself.

Soon they all were in their own little worlds of passion, deeply aware of each  other and watching, but focusing on the pleasure they produced in themselves. Pam  successfully sucked on a her big pink nipple as she slid her fingers into her vagina and  massaged her clitoris with her thumb. Alan finished each upward stoke by sliding his  palm over the glans of his penis. Amy and Mitsy each periodically massaged their breasts  in between stroking and rubbing themselves. Jenny noticed that Amy's nipples looked  particularly long that night, and that she could just pull the tip of one into her mouth. She  wasn't sucking at it regularly, but every few minutes would pause, tug hard at a nipple,  and then coax it into her mouth.

The room was quiet except for the moist sounds of hands rubbing genitals and the  gentle moans of sexual pleasure each uttered. 

Jenny watched fascinated a few minutes later when Larry groaned loudly. His  penis was darker than she had ever seen it before. She watched, fascinated, as his scrotum  contracted and moments later as semen spurted in a long arc from the tip of his now beet  red penis and splattered against his stomach. She rubbed herself furiously as second and  third spurts erupted from him. And then her orgasm was there, and she clutched her sex  with both hands, holding a finger tightly inside herself, as she cried out "I'm cumming,  I'm cumming,  I'm cumming!" 

Hearing this, Alan glanced away from Pam, and saw Jenny arched up, her hands  clutched over her crotch, her arms pushing her breasts together, and then he felt the  sperm boiling up from inside him and spurting over his hand. Mitsy, Pam and Amy's  orgasms came nearly simultaneously, each moaning out her pleasure as their passion  crested and rolled through them.

Sleepily, Jenny remembered how Amy had then gotten washrags and cleaned  each of them, ending her ministrations of each person with a long kiss to the pinkly  glowing genitals of each person. As she did this she told them that this would be the last  part of the ritual, and they could take it in turns, and that it would show the commitment  of the individual to the group. Jenny remembered how, when she had gotten to her, that  Amy had spent an extra bit of time cleaning her, and how the kiss wasn't just a pressing  of one set of lips against another, but how she had run her tongue deep into her vagina  and then swept it up and over her clitoris, ending by sucking that now tender organ deep  into her mouth. She'd had another little orgasm right then.

Jenny sighed and rolled over, hugging a pillow to her naked body. It had been yet  another wonderful evening with these now very special friends. As she drifted off to  sleep she wondered what might be next for the group, and thought about all the  wonderful things they had discovered in the last few months. Her dreams gave her many  ideas for their next meetings.



Together to Learn Ch. 06



NOTE: This is an adult story. If you are not a legal adult in your jurisdiction, please do not continue. If frank depictions of human sexuality offend you, please do not continue. Otherwise, please enjoy.

Chapter 6: Becoming One

It was a late winter day, gray and damp, when spring seems as if it will never come. Pam had taken a part time job in a local warehouse, pulling orders and packing boxes for shipment. She was dressed in her work outfit of jeans, a pink turtleneck and a heavy Smallville College sweatshirt that hid her full breasts. Early on at S.E.T. she'd learned that dressing warmly was important in the underheated warehouse where she spent most of her shift.

She met Mitsy in the local coffee shop after spending a morning among the aisles and boxes at S.E.T. Pam didn't have much trouble finding her friend in the lunchtime crowd. Her red hair and abundant freckles helped her stand out, but not quite as much as candy-striped jester's hat she'd brought back to school after the winter holidays. 

"I still don't believe you wear that hat," Pam said, greeting her friend.

"I still can't believe where you're working," said Mitsy. "How do you explain it to your parents?"

"Well," said Pam, "I never really told them about what S.E.T. sells. I just said it's a mail order place, and that we spend our days pulling stuff off the shelves and packing it in boxes so it can be sent to the customers. My Dad was kind of concerned, but I told him that they didn't let us pull the really heavy stuff off the shelves and that mostly it was just making sure what went in the boxes matched what was on the order sheets and that the right address got on the right box."

"But didn't he ask what kind of stuff you're packing up?" Mitsy asked.

"Yeah, but I just said it was women's stuff. I think he may think its cosmetics and stuff."

"Well, it may put roses in your cheeks, but it sure isn't cosmetics," replied Mitsy.

"That's for sure," Pam giggled. 

A petite, dark-haired girl joined them. "Hi Pam, Hi Mitsy," she said.

"Hi Amy, how's it going?" asked Pam.

"Um, ok, I guess," Amy replied. She was blushing. "Um, I was wondering, can you, uh, can you..."

"You want to use her employee discount to get you something, don't you?" Mitsy said.

"Well, um, yeah," Amy whispered. She was beet red.

"Don't be embarrassed," said Pam. "I mean, it's not like you have to hide something like this from us. After all..."

Amy looked around the room. They were seated in a back corner, and the other customers were mostly up in the front of the store, by the windows and the counter. She reached into her purse, pulled out a well-thumbed catalogue and turned to a page she had dog-eared earlier that day.

"This," she said, pointing at a picture.

Mitsy took the catalog from her and read the description.

"Magic Swallowtail. Nestle the body of this slender fellow between your lips and experience its delicious tingle. The head snuggles against your clitoris while the wings caress your labia. The tails are flexible and can be positioned in your vagina or will reach to your anus for backdoor stimulation. Elastic straps wrap around your thighs and hips to hold it snugly in place. Noise level 2, Vibration level 5. A customer favorite."

"That sounds nice," said Pam. "I know we sell a lot of them."

Amy blushed again. "It looks like fun. But, I want something else, too."

"Show us," said Pam.

Amy retrieved the catalogue from Mitsy and turned to another page. She glanced around the room again, and then showed the page to her friends.

"You're kidding," said Mitsy.

"No, I'm not," said Amy firmly. "I mean, I know what real ones feel and taste like and everything, but I want to know what it will feel like in me. That one looks about the same size as Larry and Alan are. And we're doing lots of things, and it's really great, but I'm not sure we're going to have intercourse anytime soon and I've just got to know. So one of these should let me know."

Pam read the description in a soft voice. "Life-like silicon dildo. A Smallville Erotic Toys special and exclusive product. We created the mold for this toy with the help of a very special friend of our founder. According to her: 'This dildo is the perfect size for simulating a real, average man. This is my personal favorite, especially for those times when I'm making love with myself. Not too large or small, and has those delicious veins and bumps just like the man we molded it from.' This silicon toy is 6 1/2" long and 

5" in circumference or about 2" in diameter. Realistic testicles. Hollow base, for adding our egg vibrator for added stimulation. Fits nicely in most harnesses as well."

"But Amy," said Mitsy, "Do you really want your first to be plastic?"

"No, not really," said Amy. "But I read that catalogue, and we do what we do, and then I go home and think about it all, and I touch myself and put my fingers inside and, well, I just want to know."

Pam looked at her friends thoughtfully. She had to admit to herself that she was having feelings like Amy was. Maybe...

Later that day Pam and Alan were eating dinner in the college cafeteria. Since the group had begun their "explorations" Pam and Alan had grown particularly close. They were talking about nothing in particular. Pam told Alan about some of the orders she had filled that day. When she paused for another bite of meatloaf, Alan brought up something he had been thinking about all day.

"Well, um, Pam, um, I was wondering if..."

"You want to use my discount, don't you," she said.

Alan reached into his backpack and pulled out a catalogue.

"Geez," complained Pam. "I gave those catalogues to you all mostly as a joke. And we're in the cafeteria. What if someone sees?"

"Well, um, well, we're back here in the corner, so I don't think anyone will see. And it's hard enough to do this without you whining about it. Maybe I just better put this away and talk to you later."

"What do you want?" Pam asked, a little tiredly.

"Well, one of these - the third thing on the page."

Pam looked at the page Alan showed her. It showed several toys designed for men. She read the description to herself.

"Lovely Linda. A velvet soft male masturbator. With vaginal and anal openings - just like real life. Made from our special skin-like material - the finest model we make. Open at each end for easy cleaning."

"Why do you want this?" Pam asked.

Alan blushed. Pam noticed he was even redder than Amy had been that morning.

"What do you think I want it for?"

"I know that, but, isn't what we do enough? I mean, you know every inch of me, and of Mitsy and Amy and Jenny, too. If you don't know what a vagina feels like by now..." She was a little hurt. Why would he need this toy after all they did together?

"But not that way. We haven't had intercourse. I wouldn't push that on you, or any of us. And this way I can get kind of an idea. I know it's not perfect, but it's probably pretty close."

"We all need to talk," said Pam.

"What do you mean?" asked Alan.

"Well, you're not the only ones having those feelings. I've been thinking a lot about it too. And, well, so has someone else. So, I think we all have to talk."

A few nights later they were all gathered in Pam's living room - Mitsy, Amy and Alan were there, as were Larry and Jenny. As had become their practice over the last several months, they had begun the evening by pairing up and shaving each other's crotches. After their crotches were gleaming and pink, each pair kissed, caressed and stroked until each had achieved orgasm. After a quick clean up, Pam began the discussion.

"Ok, this is hard," she said, a slight blush rising on her cheeks. She looked around the room at her friends. Jenny and Larry sat next to each other, her pink nipples standing hard and erect atop her nearly perfect breasts, her hand absent-mindedly stroking Larry's penis and testicles. Tiny Amy sat cross-legged to Larry's right. Mitsy slouched at one end of the couch, her feet in Alan's lap. He rubbed them gently. 

Pam spoke. "We've been doing a lot with each other over these last few months. I don't think there's an inch of each other's bodies each of us hasn't touched, licked or kissed. We know that if you keep stimulating Jenny after her first orgasm she'll have another one pretty quickly. We know that if you fondle Larry's testicles while you're sucking him he gets even harder and he comes a little more, shall we say, powerfully. I really - and I mean really - like it when I have a penis between my breasts. We even found out that it's just as much fun to be with another woman - or man."

Larry and Alan exchanged glances at this last comment. Only a few weeks ago Mitsy had insisted, since, she said, one pair of girls was always with each other when they paired up, that they pair up. She and Jenny had coached them as Larry had first sucked Alan off, and then Alan did Larry. It hadn't been as terrible as they thought it might be, although neither was about to trade it for being with one of the girls.

"But we haven't gone all the way yet," Pam continued. "And I know we're all thinking about it. Amy and Larry both told me this week - they even wanted me to buy toys for them so they could get an idea of what it's like."

"Well, I don't know about you, but I don't want my first time to be with something made out of a petrochemical or with some kind of fruit or vegetable."

"Pam!" Jenny gasped. "What do you mean a vegetable? I mean, I know you're working in that place, and have seen more stuff and toys and things than any of us ever imagined existed, but a vegetable?"

"Look," Pam replied. "I got a book one day at work. It had stories about what people do when they masturbate. Some women were using carrots or cucumbers, and some men were using melons and stuff."

"Eew!"

"Whatever. You know we keep finding stuff out. So we found out, and we probably could have figured it out if we thought about it a little, that people use stuff from nature." Pam looked around the room. Everybody was squirming a little bit. Jenny's hand was no longer in Larry's lap and Mitsy had sat up.

"Anyway, back to the topic. We've done most of what you can do without any penetration beyond a finger or two or three."

Or four or five, thought Jenny to herself. When she was really excited, especially those times when she'd been bringing herself up the edge and then backing off over and over again, she could get all four fingers of her hand up inside herself. It really stretched her out, but it felt so great, especially when she'd hold all the fingers deep inside and then tap her clit with her thumb. It was really nice that way. 

"Anyway," Pam said pointedly, looking at Jenny. Jenny realized she had been stroking herself while she was thinking and that everybody now was watching her, especially Alan and Larry, whose penises were growing erect once again.

"Sorry," she said. "I just got caught up in a thought..."

"My kind of thought," smirked Mitsy.

"Cut it out," said Pam, giving Mitsy a little scowl. One of the group's rules was no put downs. When the group had first gotten together to explore their sexuality, they had all been relatively inexperienced and pretty shy and embarrassed when it came to sex. They had decided right from the beginning to be positive with each other, and it had helped a lot. 

Pam took a deep breath. "I think it's time we thought about having intercourse."

"Are you sure?" asked Mitsy. "That's a really big step."

"I'm not sure," said Pam. "But I know how I feel about all of you, and I know what I'm feeling, at least sexually. It's the emotional part I have to figure out."

"How so?" asked Alan.

"Well," Pam replied, "it's like this. I know I care a lot about all of you. I'd even call it love. I love all of you, and it's a special kind of love I haven't had with anyone else before. But here's the thing. I don't know if it's the kind of love you need to have to make love with someone. And if we're going to have intercourse, I want it to be making love with Larry and Alan, and I want to figure out how to make love with Mitsy and Jenny and Amy, too."

"Isn't that what we've been doing?" asked Amy. "This is more than just sex to me. I think I've learned how some people can separate love and sex, but I'm very convinced that what we've been doing is making love with each other."

"Well, yeah. That's pretty much how I feel, too," said Pam. "But is it enough? In some ways it's kind of scary that we're even talking about having intercourse. We were all raised that we're supposed to save that just for marriage. Of course, most of what we've been doing we're supposed to save for marriage. And I know I believe that you can share yourself, sexually, without marriage, I'm not sure that it's right to go beyond the point where we are."

"But lots of people do," said Jenny. "I know I'm not really sure, either, but I know others do. I know that's not a good reason - it sounds like a little kid. But at the same time, I think there are a lot of people like us who actually do think about it, and do decide to have intercourse outside marriage, and they figure it out morally and are comfortable with that."

"Well, historically, polygamy isn't unheard of. And there was a time when the promise of marriage was the important thing, not the ceremony itself," said Alan.

"Yeah, but I don't think either you or Larry are ready to propose," said Mitsy. "And I know I'm not, and I bet the other women here aren't either."

"Well," Amy said quietly, "I know I'm not ready to get married. But I did go talk with Reverend Barnhardt. She's kind of helping me figure all this out."

"But she's a Unitarian," said Pam. "Aren't they pretty liberal about everything?"

"Kind of," replied Amy. "But I knew Reverend Thornburg at the Theological Center would just rant and rave about sex being sacred, and for procreation, and only in a marriage blessed by the church, and why was I even thinking about it."

"How do you know that?" asked Larry.

"Well, last year my roommate, Sally, fell in love. And she went to him because she was really in love and was thinking about making love with her boyfriend. When she came back she was in tears. She said he just about called her a whore and he did warn her about being a jezebel and about how if she even had such thoughts a moment before being married that she would burn in hell. So, when I wanted to talk to someone about it, I figured I'd try a woman minister, and one from not so traditional a faith, and maybe one who might take a more positive approach. Anyway, we've talked a lot."

"Have you told her about us?" asked Mitsy.

"Sort of, but not really. What I've said is that there's this group of us, and that we go out together, and that every once in a while that Larry or Alan will make out with one of us. And I've said we talk about things a lot, especially since we're not so sure about how this kind of sharing Larry and Alan among the four of us isn't really typical."

"What did she think of that?" asked Pam.

"Hmm. Uh, she said it was a little unusual, but not totally. And we've talked about love a lot, and how it can develop among the members of a community."

"But what about intercourse itself? Is she pro or con?" asked Mitsy.

"She won't say in so many words," Amy answered. "It's like this, she says. Each of us has to make these decisions for ourselves. Our families and our faiths and our communities kind of guide us, but it's our individual decision. There's a lot to be said for the more conservative point of view. I mean, you make a commitment, a spiritual and legal one. You pledge your love in front of your family and friends and all. If you have babies you've got a mom and dad and society thinks pretty much that it's a good thing. You hope, and ideally you know, that you're doing something that unites the two of you."

"But people get divorced all the time," said Larry.

"We talked about that, too. Sarah, that's her first name, said that a lot of people get married just because they believe they have to have sex and get away from their moms and dads and for a whole lot of other reasons that don't have anything to do with making a permanent commitment to join your soul with someone else's. And if you get married without that intention, that it's a lot harder to make it work. You can do it, she said, and lots do, but lots don't make it.

"Anyway," Amy continued, "let me get down to intercourse. Sarah basically said each of us has to make our own minds up. She says she thinks its more important that when you do decide to make love, and it's important to make love and not just have sex, that you are making a commitment to unite yourself with that other person. But, she said, that isn't the same as the marriage commitment. Making love makes the marriage commitment more sacred, and helps you unite your souls. But outside marriage, she said, making love can also be a good thing."

"Well, physically, yes," said Jenny. "But what about spiritually. I've heard plenty about how it's just giving in to your animal side."

"Do you think that's what we've been doing?" asked Larry.

"Not really," Jenny replied, "but I'm not sure if it's all that pure. I mean, you all know I struggle with lust. Sex just feels so good. There are times when I'm walking around campus and I see a guy and I just want to rip off my clothes and his and touch him and feel him and have sex right then and there."

"But you don't do it," said Pam.

"No, of course not. But I want to. And that's what I'm worried about. I know I want to know what it's like to have intercourse - to have a man inside me. And I know I'm going to like it - a lot. But I'm still trying to make sure that when I do whatever - when we're together or I'm by myself, that I am making love, and not just satisfying my lust. And I'm not sure I know how to tell the difference." Jenny looked around at her friends. "And you all sitting her naked doesn't help. I get these ideas."

"Look," said Amy. "That's what Sarah and I have been talking about. How you know. And I think I've kind of got it figured out."

"So tell us," said Alan.

"Ok, here it is," Amy replied. She stood up and started walking around the room. "We can all agree, I think, that love is the most important part of it. There has to be a commitment to the other person. Well, we've made that commitment. If we hadn't I know I wouldn't be standing here, naked and shaved and having just had Mitsy' s hands and mouth all over me, and me all over her, if I didn't love her and all of you. Now, a lot of what we've done, and how we've learned and grown, has been because of physical exploration, and because we've let ourselves enjoy the physical pleasure of what we've been doing. But we've been growing spiritually as well. I never used to think about God, or life, or what love is, at least not much, before we got together and started exploring. I know I never spoke with any of you, or anyone else, about ideas like this. And we're all doing it and I think we're all doing it a lot more than any of us has before.

"And we keep making that commitment. I know you're my friends outside of what we do in this room. That I can turn to any of you whenever I need help. And that we care and comfort and really do love each other." Amy paused. She was flushed, and a sheen of perspiration covered her small body.

"All right, now here's the big part. Short of dying for someone else, I think intercourse is probably the biggest commitment you can make to another person. It's a linking of your bodies. It's a sharing of your most intimate self - physically and emotionally. In the right circumstances, it probably helps you unite your souls."

"Up to now we've been learning. We started out watching and analyzing and reacting and figuring out all the pleasures and what feels best and all of that. But the love part has been sneaking up on us too, and I think recently we've more been making love and doing less evaluation and analyzing. There's a lot more we'll probably explore - I mean we're pretty "vanilla," to use a term that book used. And I think what's driving us, as much as physical curiosity, is a desire to take our love to a higher level. And having intercourse, at least for this group and where we are and considering how much we love each other, is the next step in expressing that love." 




Together to Learn Ch. 06



"But it's also the next physical step," said Pam.

"Yes, but at least for me, that's only part of what's driving me toward it. I want to share myself even more with all of you," said Amy. "I love you, and I want to share all of my body with you and I want to share the emotion and commitment that go with that sharing."

"Wow," muttered Alan. "That's something."

"Yeah, it is," agreed Mitsy. "I love all of you, I care about you. I want to know and share more. But I'm nervous about intercourse. And what about birth control? I mean, I'm on the pill, but that's because of other issues."

"Ok, look," said Pam. "That last is more a practical question. For the guys it's pretty easy. Condoms. That's a first step for all of us. It'll help us to keep from spreading anything around, should we get anything."

"But, we're all virgins, and we've only been with each other," said Amy.

"Just in case. It's a little extra protection anyway. The only 100% perfect birth control is sterilization, and I don't think any of us are ready for that."

"But Pam, what about the rest of you?" asked Alan. "Mitsy's on the pill. Great. But condoms are far from perfect. What are the rest of you going to do?"

Jenny ducked her head, and looked a little sheepish. "Well, I've taken care of it for me," she said. "I went to the doctor and I'm on the pill, too."

Pam and Amy looked at each other. Amy spoke up. "We went to the doctor too. Pam had to talk me into it, since I'd never been to a gynecologist. We got the pill, too."

"So," said Larry, "It isn't an issue. Alan and I wear our raincoats, and you all take your pills. I think all of us have been making decisions."

"Well, it's mostly because I got nervous about the two of you," said Jenny. "It's so sexy when you come, and it feels so good to rub it into my body, and I was afraid I'd get carried away and maybe some of your sperm would get where it shouldn't. So I went."

"We still have to figure out the emotional part," said Larry. "Amy, you're ready, you want to go on. What about the rest of us?"

"Where are you?" asked Amy. 

"Well, I guess I'm where you are," said Larry. "I don't think I got there the same way, but I understand and agree with what you were saying. But just because I'm ready doesn't mean I'm going to push myself on any of you."

"Well, I think I'm there, too," said Mitsy. "It's time to take that next step. I want to know how it feels - physically and emotionally."

"I'm not sure," said Jenny. "I'm still afraid of the lust thing. But every time I push myself a little with all of you it's been right. So if it's right for you, and you're ready, I guess I am too. But I need you to help me. Don't let lust take over. Help me make sure I don't let it take over."

"Ok," said Alan. "I'll help you with that. I'm ready. I know I want to physically. I know all of you will help me grow spiritually. So I'm in."

"That leaves me," said Pam. "There's still a big part of me screaming 'Don't do it, save yourself for marriage.' But there's another part of me, even bigger, saying 'These are the people you love. These are the people who have helped you grow and learn and love. Be with them.' And that part is winning. I think we have to take this very seriously and solemnly. Like Amy said, this is the ultimate physical sharing, and it works best if that sharing is also a sharing of love. Since I love you, all of you, I want to do this."

"So," said Larry, "Do you all just spread your legs and let Alan and me hop on?"

He was immediately attacked from all sides by a flurry of pillows, flung at him by his friends.

"You pig!" Pam yelled, playfully.

"Ok, just kidding, cut it out," Larry cried. "But how do we want to do this?" he asked.

"I think we need to make it kind of a ceremony," said Amy. "Since we're a group, and since we've done everything as a group all along, I think we should all be there."

"But there are only two guys," said Mitsy.

"That's why it has to be a ceremony," said Amy. "If it was just two of us making a decision as a couple, being alone would be fine. But this is all of us joining together as one. So we all should be together. And Alan will be with two of us and Larry will be with two of us and it will be the first time for the group to experience intercourse. We're celebrating that intimate connection, that unity of us as a group. It's not Larry and Pam and then Larry and Mitsy and Alan and Jenny and Alan and Amy. It's not four couples, it's us, together, our group. And it needs to be romantic and special and erotic and total."

"When do we do it then," asked Pam.

"We have to plan. How about in a couple of weeks?"

"Ok then, Amy, where?" asked Mitsy. 

"Well, here would be nice, but we really do put a lot of pressure on Pam to be our hostess all the time."

"I don't mind," said Pam. "After all, I've got the biggest apartment, and it is off campus, so we don't have to worry about resident assistants and roommates and all that kind of stuff."

"But we still put you out," said Jenny. "What if we went somewhere?"

"Like where?" asked Larry.

"How about a hotel or a cabin or something?" she replied.

"I know," said Mitsy. "Seven Poplars. That resort by the lake in Springfield. My parents took us there once. They have these cabins you can rent. They have a big living room/dining room/kitchen kind of thing and bedrooms and baths off that. Since it's winter I bet we could get one for not too much."

"Sounds good," said Pam. "Let's check it out and let everybody know."

"Ok," said Amy. "Now, I think we need to be celibate until then. A little time off, a little time for all of us to think about what we're committing to, and about what we will be doing and experiencing."

"That makes sense to me," said Jenny. "But I'm still horny tonight. Can we at least have our ceremony?"

"Aren't you the one worried about lust?" asked Larry, teasingly.

"Yes, but I also said I know it's under control when I'm with you," she replied.

"All right. Especially because it's your turn to clean everybody up after. But then, nothing until that night. Promise," Amy demanded.

They all agreed, and then arranged themselves comfortably in a circle. They watched each other as hands began to stroke and caress their young bodies, stroking body parts into erection, the soft, musky scent of arousal perfuming the room. Soon each one of the group was lost in private reverie, teasing and tickling themselves close to orgasm, and then backing off, and then arousing themselves again, and then repeating it all again. Soft moans emanated from some, others writhed and sighed, and then a rapid, guttural panting drowned every other sound out. 

"Oh god, I'm so close, so close" grunted Larry. "Oh yeah, oh yeah."

Momentarily distracted, Amy looked over at Larry. His fist was wrapped around his penis, it's head appearing and disappearing as he stroked himself rapidly. The muscles in his stomach were tense, and then he was arching up on shoulders and heels, his crotch thrust out, sperm erupting from the tip of his penis.

"Now, Now, Now!!!" he groaned.

"Oh, that's so sexy," Amy thought. "I wonder what it's like when he does that inside you?" Her fingers moved rapidly around her clitoris, stroking and tugging it, sending little ripples of pleasure through her groin. Soon she was back in her own reverie, one hand clutched around a small breast, the fingers of the other sliding and stroking her vulva, and then focusing on the small hard bud of her clitoris. Her orgasm crept up on her, like a cat slinking across the floor about to pounce on its favorite toy, and then washed over and through her, pouring its pleasure over her, shaking her gently.

Along with Amy, the others in the room slowly but surely reached orgasm, their bodies shaking and arching, fingers clutching and probing deeply within or running rapidly over aroused skin. As they finished, Jenny gently began to move from person to person, cleaning them gently, and finishing each with a tender kiss.

Thirty minutes later the group broke up, thanking Pam once again for her hospitality, each returning to their individual rooms and to thoughts of what was to come.

Three weeks later the group sat in an upscale restaurant in Springfield. They had decided to dress for the evening, and the men looking handsome in their blue suits, white shirts, ties and brightly polished shoes. The women were even more stunning, each elegant in her own way. 

Mitsy wore a green silk dress the color of her eyes that wrapped around her, the neckline plunging low enough to show that her freckles spread down over her breasts. Her red hair brushed her shoulders, gently curling up and out at the ends. The dress ended just above her knees, her legs clad in the sheerest of hose, her feet slippered in green high-heeled pumps. 

Amy's simple black minidress that hugged her tiny figure, emphasizing its small but beautiful proportions. Alan had a hard time taking his eyes off her legs, there being something about a woman wearing black hose and 4 inch black patent leather high heels that aroused him immensely. The thought that he might unite himself with her later that evening made him hurriedly try thinking of sports scores and his grandmother, the erection inspiring sight of Amy's legs disappearing up into her tiny minidress distracting him right up until the point the group was seated.

Jenny was in red. It was a color that she had never dared wear before, but when she and Pam had seen the dress in the department store they both knew it was perfect for her. It picked up the subtle red highlights in her hair that the hairdresser had suggested, highlights that had turned her hair from dull brown to a sensuous, sleek brunette. She'd shown Jenny how to pin her hair up, with little wisps escaping the back of her neck and soft bangs in front. The dress was strapless, the bust cut low and covered with sequins, and fitted Jenny perfectly. Her red hose and pumps completed the outfit. She had never felt so sexy in her life, and the wolf whistles that greeted her when she had come out of her room in the cabin confirmed that this dress helped people see just how gorgeous she was.

Pam had been worried. Unlike the other women, she was tall and full-figured - plump, to put it simply. That hadn't seemed to bother the boys, but she was self-conscious and concerned that all she would be able to find is something that looked like a camping tent. 

The result of Jenny and her shopping expedition dispelled her worries. The saleswoman was an expert, and she had found a beautiful pale blue dress that made Pam look like a movie star. It was cut just low enough to draw attention to her voluptuous breasts, breasts that were held up and in by a pale blue bustier. Where the dress caressed her breasts and emphasized their beauty, it was cut to drape beautifully over the rest of her body, showing the roundness of her bottom, but not emphasizing it. Pale blue hose and carefully dyed heels completed her outfit.

In short, the group was clearly prepared for a very special evening. They ate lightly, not wanting to be weighed down later in the evening. By nine they were back at the cabin at Seven Poplars.

They gathered in the living room of the cabin, a fire crackling in the fireplace, candles glowing warmly around the room. Alan opened a bottle of champagne and poured some out for each of them. They sipped it, glancing about nervously. It was time.

Amy spoke up. 

"Ok, since making this a ceremony was my idea, I guess I should get things started. Since the gentlemen are dressed more simply, I suggest we disrobe them first."

She looked around. "Jenny, please help me with Larry. Mitsy, you and Pam take care of Alan."

The boys stood up and moved to the center of the room. Each team of girls slowly undressed them, first slipping off their jackets and then untying their ties. Jenny and Mitsy stooped down to untie the boys' shoes, and Amy and Pam unbuttoned their shirts. The boys stepped out of their shoes, and then Pam and Amy pulled their shirts off. Belts and pants were next, then socks. Alan and Larry stood in their shorts, Alan in a pair of white linen boxers, Larry wearing gray boxer-briefs.

"Now," said Amy. "Let's kneel down and finish this. When their underpants are off, each of should kiss and lick their penises until they're nice and erect."

They proceeded. Amy reached up and slipped her hands inside the waistband of Alan's shorts and then tugged them down to the floor. Pam helped him balance as he stepped out of them, and then picked them up and put them on the pile of clothes beside them. Jenny and Mitsy did the same for Larry.

Neither Larry nor Alan was erect, but both were beginning to show signs of excitement. Amy gently grasped Larry's penis, and offered it to Pam. She gently kissed its tip, and then kissed down to the base of his shaft and back up to the tip. He was perceptibly hardening as Amy repeated Pam's actions.

Jenny and Mitsy had taken a different approach. Jenny held Larry's penis, and, kneeling on either side of it, both began to kiss and lick it, eagerly ministering to it and trying to make their lips and tongues meet around it's increasing girth. 

In a few minutes, both Larry and Alan were hard and proudly erect.

Amy stood up. "It's our turn now. Mitsy, I think Larry and Jenny should help you first, and then you and Larry can help Jenny. Pam, we'll do you first, then me. Just the dresses first. I have a feeling there's something special then."

Jenny and Larry turned to Mitsy. A thin fabric belt was knotted around her waist, holding the dress that wrapped around her closed. Larry gently untied the knot, and then, even more gently, took the edge of the dress at her right hip and pulled it open. Jenny stood behind Mitsy and gently helped her out of the dress.

"Oh, wow," Larry said quietly. Mitsy wore an emerald green bra whose cups plunged to a simple hook that held them together. The straps were simple strings of the same green satin of the bra. A v-cut thong of the same green satin wrapped up and over her hips, a tiny green triangle of fabric barely covering her mons, the strap a thin green line separating her firm round buttocks. A matching garter belt circled her waist, it's straps clipped firmly to the tops of her hose. 

Alan's reaction to Pam was even more fervent, if not audibly expressed. He had gently unzipped Pam's dress and Amy had pulled it from her shoulders and let it drop around her feet. Pam stepped out of the puddle of pale blue silk and Alan's jaw dropped.

She wore the pale blue bustier the saleswoman had found for her, the fabric pulled firm around her middle, the padded cups pushing her breasts up and into each other. Garters dangled from its edge, holding her stockings up. Her matching string bikini completed the outfit, it's fabric pulled taught against her mons, clearly outlining its peach-like shape. 

The couples now turned to Jenny and Amy, removing their dresses with equal gentleness. Amy wore a black silk boy leg teddy and stay up hose. The effect was even more stunning than she was in her dress, and Alan could barely restrain himself from stroking her legs.

Mitsy's underwear was as red as her dress. A strapless red demi-bra gently cupped her breasts, the tops of her dark pink areolas peaking over its edge. A small black rose perched on the top edge of her nearly transparent red string bikini. Larry stared longingly at her clearly visible labia, the inner lips just beginning to slip out from between the larger ones. Like Amy's, her hose were stay-ups.

"So what do you think, guys?" asked Amy. "Better than a catalog?"

"You're all gorgeous," said Alan. "I thought you were hot in your dresses, but this, these..." he stammered. "You're just all amazing."

"Yeah," said Larry. "Amazing. I mean, I've seen your regular underwear, and it's kind of sexy, but this stuff, oh wow. I feel like I'm in a magazine or something."

"Tonight is special," said Jenny. "We decided it should be real special - everything, including our underwear."

"It's special," said Larry.

"Ok," said Amy. "Now it's time for more. Help us out of these things."

Alan and Larry set to work, drawing off the women's shoes, unhooking garters and unrolling stockings, unfastening bras and garter belts. Larry helped Amy slip out of her teddy while Alan unhooked Pam's bustier. Soon they were all nude, small piles of silk, satin and nylon spread about the floor. They moved into the master bedroom of the cottage.

Pam picked up a lighter and lit the candles she and Mitsy had placed around the room earlier that evening. There soft flames bathed the room in a warm yellow glow. A box of condoms and a bottle of lubricant were on the nightstand next to the bed.

"Who's first?" asked Jenny, a bit nervously.

"Well," said Amy. "Since Pam brought us together, I think she should be the first in our ceremony. But it's not really about first. We're all sharing our virginity tonight. All of us should be part of every act of intercourse. And I think Alan should be with Pam."

"Thank you," said Pam. "But what should we do?"

"Well," said Amy. "I've been thinking a little about it. I think each couple should be together here on the bed, in the middle. The rest of us will sit around the edges. As the two of you make love, we'll be touching you, caressing you, and maybe even kissing you. This first time, the boys may reach orgasm a lot faster than we girls - we may not even have orgasms from the intercourse. But that's where the group comes in. After Alan or Larry comes, we can help the woman if she needs it. We want the couple to abandon themselves to the experience. The other four of us will help stimulate them so it's a good experience as it can be."

"All right," said Pam. "So, how do we start?"

"First we have to dress Alan," Amy replied.

"Dress me?" Alan asked.

"Yes - your condom," said Amy. "Pam, help Alan get nice and hard and I'll get the condom ready."

Pam knelt in front of Alan and gently drew his penis into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head of his penis, stimulating it into full erection. Alan stroked her hair as she ministered to him.

While this was happening, Amy opened the box of condoms, pulled one out, and carefully tore open the wrapper. Holding it in one hand, she picked up the bottle of lubricant and drizzled a little bit inside the tip of the condom.

"Ok," said Amy. "Is he ready?"

"Yes," said Pam. She took the condom from Amy. Alan looked down as Pam placed the condom over the tip of his penis, held its nipple closed, and then rolled it down over his length. 

Alan helped her up and then they moved over and onto the bed. They lay together, exchanging a long, passionate kiss. Alan gently stroked his hand down Pam's side, caressing her from armpit to thigh, feeling the softness of her skin. Pam's hands moved over Alan's back, and then down and over his backside.

As Pam and Alan kissed, stroked and caressed each other, Mitsy, Amy, Jenny and Larry sat down on either side of the couple. Tentatively, Mitsy reached out and added her caresses to Pam's, running her hands up and down Alan's legs. Following her example, the others added their caresses to the writhing couple in front of them.

All of Pam's nerves were on fire. Here she was, making love with Alan, and there were all these hands, all over her, touching, exploring, caressing. Alan moved his head down and began to nurse on her left breast. Little ripples of fire ran through her as Alan sucked her nipple into erection. His other hand was on her right breast, palming, caressing and the pinching its nipple into erection. She felt herself begin to lubricate, and her clitoris begin to become erect. She reached between them and began to stroke Alan's penis. The condom felt a little funny, but she could feel his hardness and heat through it. "This will be in me soon," she thought. "I'll know what it's like. I'll know about sex. I'm so happy it's him."




Together to Learn Ch. 06



"This is incredible," thought Alan. "I can feel everything. Pam's touching me. Everybody's touching me." He trailed kisses down Pam's stomach, moving between her legs. He paused briefly at her navel, dipping his tongue into the soft dark recess. 

"That tickles," said Pam. 

Alan moved on. When her reached her labia, he gently kissed them, and then ran his tongue up the length of the crevice between them, at first gently, then firmly, pushing his tongue between them.

Pam felt herself blossom open, and she became even more aware of how moist she was becoming. Larry's tongue pressed into her vagina, drawing more of her moisture from her, and then slipped up over her clitoris.

"Oh!" she exclaimed as Larry's tongue began to circle the pink bud. "That's so nice, so nice."

Larry focused his ministrations on Pam's hardening clitoris. Looking on, Larry and Mitsy began to gently stroke Pam's breasts. Amy traced a finger around Pam's mouth, and Pam greedily sucked it into her mouth.

A few minutes later Pam pulled Alan up to her lips and kissed him. When the kiss broke, she looked into his eyes. It was time.

"I want you in me," she said.

Anticipating the moment, Amy had picked up the bottle of lubricant. She poured some into her hand and reached between Pam and Larry, coating his condom-covered penis with the slippery liquid. She poured a little more onto her fingers, and then gently pushed them into Pam. The couple looked at her inquiringly.

"So everything is nice and slippery. You may not be wet enough at first."

"Oh," said Pam. She returned her focus to Alan.

"Now, please," she said, and reached down for his penis. She found it, poised it at the opening of her vagina, and guided him into her moist depths.

"You're so soft," murmured Larry. It was like nothing he had ever felt. She was soft and warm and it felt so right to be there.

Pam felt herself open and stretch to accommodate Larry. It was like having fingers in her, and very different at the same time. He was hard and firm and it felt so right that he was there. And then she felt something tear, just a little, inside her and there was a short, sharp pain, and then she could feel Larry's testicles against her bottom and feel that he was all the way inside her. 

Larry paused for a moment, feeling himself pressed hard against Pam, his penis fully engulfed by her vagina. Slowly he pulled himself back, feeling himself slide against Pam's softness. Every inch of his penis was alive, being caressed by this wonderful woman's vagina. Just before he slipped out of her, he pushed back in.

The others watched, fascinated, as Pam and Larry slowly began to move against each other, Pam's hips arching up to receive Larry as he pushed into her, then falling back as he pulled away from her. They developed a rhythm, Pam's legs locked around Larry's hips.

"This is really nice," thought Pam. "It hurts a little but that's going away. It feels so right to have Larry in me."

Mitsy and Amy started touching Alan and Pam again, and soon Jenny and Larry joined in. They stroked Alan's back and buttocks, and Pam's sides. Jenny reached between the couple and massaged Pam's nipples.

Alan began moving faster. He felt the electric thrill of his impending orgasm run the length of his urethra, and the urge to push harder, to find more friction, drive him on. 

Pam felt Alan's movement, and tried to match it. Alan moving in her felt wonderful, and she could feel the faint hints of approaching orgasm, but knew that Alan wouldn't go on long enough to bring it out of her. She surrendered herself to the sensations, her potential orgasm a faint, pleasant feeling, building steadily. She hugged Alan tightly to her, pulling him to her with arms and legs.

Alan responded by pushing deep and hard into Pam's warm softness. His penis was throbbing, every stroke a glory of soft, warm friction. The electric thrill of orgasm raced from his testicles up through the shaft of his penis, and he felt himself contract and push hard into Pam. The sperm rushed up and through him and then it was bursting out of him and he drove himself, over and over, deep and hard, into Pam. "I'm coming, I'm coming," he grunted. He felt her tighten her arms and legs even more tightly around him, merging their flesh into a single, writhing being.

Pam felt Alan's final thrusts, and a warmth engulfed her she had never experienced before. She pulled Alan hard against her, her arms and legs wrapped around his body. Something more than physical was happening to them - it was as if a part of her and a part of him were melting and flowing together, more then the joining of their genitals, but rather a joining of selves. She pulled Alan even more tightly to her.

A few moments later both Pam and Alan became aware of the hands that were caressing them, and Alan gently slipped his penis out of Pam's warm vagina. She felt him go, and felt a momentary emptiness between her legs, and then that emptiness was replaced by a hand caressing her, and then Alan's mouth and tongue moving over her. His finger was inside her, stimulating her, and he gently worried her clitoris with his lips and tongue. She felt the stimulus of arousal begin building.

Other hands and mouths joined Alan. Larry mouthed Pam's breasts, moving between them, worrying their nipples into erection, sending that particular sexual stimulation she enjoyed so much coursing through her. Mitsy was kissing her, her tongue caressing her lips and then slipping into her mouth to explore it. Amy's hands seemed to be everywhere - stroking an arm, running through her hair, running down and over her legs. 

A strong, gentle orgasm washed over her. Alan felt her vagina clutch at his fingers, and the tremble in her loins as it ran through them. He moved up and embraced her, pushing the hands and mouths of their friends away from her. He held her tightly in his embrace until the last vestiges of her orgasm faded away. 

Pam opened her eyes and looked deeply into Alan's. "That was wonderful."

"Thank you so much," he replied. "I'm so happy I could be with you."

The others watched quietly. A few moments later Pam and Alan retreated to the bathroom to clean up. When they returned a few minutes later, Jenny and Larry had taken their place on the bed and were kissing and caressing each other. Pam and Alan joined Amy and Mitsy on the sides of the bed.

Watching Pam and Alan had aroused Larry - even more than anything he had watched the group do before. He wanted to be in Jenny - now. He tried to move between her legs.

"Wait," she murmured. "I'm not ready yet." She pushed him over on his back and straddled him. "Help me," she said to the others.

Pam, Amy and Mitsy reached out and began to caress Larry. Jenny positioned herself just in front of his condom-wrapped penis, her labia pressing down against his pubic bone. The tip of his penis nestled between her the cheeks of her butt. She pulled the cheeks of her fanny apart and let them close around Larry's penis. She felt him move up against her and she pressed down against the hardness under his skin, rubbing herself against him. Slowly she became aroused.

Alan watched all of this, slowly becoming erect again. Mitsy was caressing Jenny's buttocks and teasing the underside of Larry's penis; slipping lubricant-covered hands over hard shaft nested between the soft globes of Jenny's butt. Pam and Amy were alternately stroking Larry's arms and chest and occasionally stroking Jenny's breasts. Alan stroked himself as he watched Jenny's nipples grow hard and darken, and as she ground herself down against Larry, her shaved labia spreading open against his equally naked skin.

Jenny felt her lubrication building up between her skin and Larry's, and how good it felt to rub herself against him. Still, she was a little unsure of what was to come next. "I'm with my friends," she thought to herself. "I just watched Pam and Alan. I'm so aroused. I want Larry inside me. But..." 

She continued to rub herself in small circles against Larry. She felt Amy reach up and stroke her nipples. That little line of arousal snaked its way from her nipple to clitoris. "Ok," she thought. "It's time."

Jenny slipped off Larry and reclined on the bed. She looked at Larry, and he knew she was ready now. He moved between her outspread legs. 

"Are you sure?" he asked Jenny.

"Yes, please do it now," she replied. She was a little scared, but was ready.

Larry knelt up and held his penis in his right hand. He looked down at Jenny's vulva and saw that her inner lips had emerged. He moved closer to Jenny, and placed the tip of his penis between Jenny's inner lips.

Jenny shuddered a little as she felt Larry positioning himself. "Down a little," she said. She could feel he was right above the opening of her vagina.

Larry pushed the tip of his penis down a little, and felt himself slip into the entrance of Jenny's vagina. It was warm and soft. He moved forward, Jenny's vagina stretching open to accommodate him. "Take it easy," he told himself, resisting the impulse to thrust himself deeply into Jenny. He slid deeper into her and then felt something holding him back.

"This is really nice," Jenny was thinking to herself. "It feels so good. I'm stretching out and can feel everything and...Ouch!" The last word she uttered out loud. "Wait a minute Larry, that hurts," she said.

Larry stopped, but did not move back. 

"You're against my hymen, I guess," said Jenny. "Just let me get used to this for a minute." 

Larry, propped up on his hands that he'd placed just above Jenny's shoulders on either side of her head, bent down and kissed Jenny. She concentrated on the kiss, trying to ignore the unpleasant pressure inside her vagina.

They broke the kiss. "Slide back a little, and then try to go forward again," Jenny said. "But go slow."

Larry did as he was told. He slipped back a bit, feeling the walls of Jenny's vagina clinging to him, and then slid forward again. The resistance was still there. Jenny squirmed.

"Stop!" she said. It hurt. It was good right up to the point when his penis got to her hymen, and then it hurt. And she could feel herself losing her arousal.

"Ok, let's try some more lubricant," she said. "Maybe I'm not wet enough."

Larry gently withdrew from Jenny and sat up on his heels. Amy handed him the bottle of lubricant. At the same time, Pam was putting a pillow under Jenny's hips. "Maybe it's the angle," she said. "Try this."

Larry poured some of the lubricant onto his fingers and then began to caress Jenny's lips, coating them with the slippery liquid.

"Put some inside me, too," Jenny asked.

Larry did, slipping a lubricant-covered finger into Jenny and spreading it around. He withdrew, and then covered his penis with the lubricant as well.

"Suck my nipples," Jenny said. "I need to get more aroused."

Larry bent down and took a rosy nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the hardening nub. He felt a head next to his and glanced over. Mitsy was sucking on Jenny's other nipple. Together they sucked and teased Jenny's breasts, helping fully arouse Jenny.

Amy, Pam and Allan caressed the couple as well.

After a few minutes Jenny opened her eyes and said, "Ok, let's try again."

Larry released Jenny's breast from his mouth and positioned himself once again at the entrance of her vagina. He found the entrance to her vagina and slowly slipped in.

"This is better," thought Jenny. "I can tell I'm much slipperier. It feels nice." Then Larry reached her hymen again. She felt the pressure and a little pain, but not as much as before. "Keep going," she told Larry.

Larry felt the resistance but slowly pushed forward. It seemed to hold him back for a moment and then he felt something give way. He felt Jenny flinch beneath him and a moment later his felt himself buried completely within Jenny.

"Don't move!" Jenny demanded. "That hurts," she thought. It was a burning sensation. As Larry had moved forward in her she felt her hymen stretching, and then there was a flash of pain as it gave way, and then Larry was filling her, and it just burned. 

"Put some more lubricant on us," she asked. Larry leaned back a little and Amy rubbed some into the base of his penis and over Jenny's labia. "That's so sexy looking," she said. "He's in you and you're stretched all around him and, and..."

"But it stings a little," said Jenny. "Larry, just stay there a while. I think it's starting to go away."

Larry resisted the temptation to start thrusting. This was such a new feeling - He could feel Jenny all around him, and it was soft and she was warm and everything in his body was telling him to start moving and push and push and... He resisted.

Pam and Alan started caressing Jenny's arms and sides and head and breasts and Mitsy gently rubbed Larry's back, occasionally reaching around to caress his nipples. 

"Ok," said Jenny. "Try moving now."

Larry gently withdrew until just the tip of his penis was inside Jenny, and then slid forward. It felt wonderful. He pulled out and slid in again.

"Are you ok?" he asked.

"Yeah, it's kind of nice," said Jenny. It was, sort of. She still felt a burning, but Larry moving in and out was nice, too. "Keep going."

Larry slowly moved in and out of Jenny. It was taking a lot of self-control, but it felt stupendous just the same. He could feel the first stirrings of orgasm - the little tingle at the tip and base of his penis that said keep going, keep going.

"Try a little faster," said Jenny. "This is strange," she thought. "Part of this hurts, but another parts feels really good." She wrapped her arms and legs around Larry's body. She felt the sheen of sweat that covered his body, and his penis sliding in and out of that most private part of her. She felt her friends touching and caressing her as well, and a gentle sense of peace settled over her. 

Larry moved a little faster. It wouldn't be long now. "It's coming," he announced. 

"Don't hold back," said Jenny. She wanted him to enjoy himself completely. She was aroused, and it felt really good, but she knew Larry moving inside her wasn't going to take her all the way, especially with the nagging little burning sensation that accompanied each stroke of Larry's penis. She tried to squeeze down around him, the way she read about on the Internet.

Larry moved faster. He felt Jenny squeezing, and then he knew it was only a little longer. He pushed against her, trying to get deep inside, and then slide out and move in again, feeling her softness rubbing the underside of his penis, coaxing the rush of semen from him, driving him into orgasm. He pushed harder.

"Oh geez," thought Jenny. "This is pain and pleasure, it feels so good, and it hurts and I don't want it to stop and can't wait until it does."

"Come for me Larry," she whispered into his ear. "Let me feel you come in me."

Larry couldn't believe it. Jenny was talking dirty and squeezing down on him and he was almost there and it felt so good and ...

"OHH YESSS!" Larry moaned. He slid deep and hard into Jenny, pressing himself hard against her, feeling her labia pressed around the base of his penis and he was coming and he pushed into her again and again and it was so good, so good.

Jenny hugged Larry tight to her as she felt him come inside her. It felt good to have him there, with her, and to be with all their friends. She hugged Larry tightly again, and then she felt him slide out of her, and there was a feeling of emptiness as the tip of his penis slipped from between her labia, but of relief also. 

And then it was a feeling of excitement. Larry's head was between her legs and he was licking her from the opening of her vagina up and over the lips and then he was swirling his tongue around and around her clitoris. It was wonderful. She knew that making love with Larry had aroused her, but didn't realize how close she was to her own orgasm. 

And then there were mouths on her breasts as well, and hands caressing her and her arousal was building and it felt so good and wonderful and warm.

She convulsed, once, hard, as her orgasm began. Larry's tongue continued it's insistent circling and Mitsy and Amy were sucking on her nipples, tugging and nibbling on them and making them so sensitive and tender and aroused.

The orgasm took full hold of Jenny and she shook and trembled as waves of pleasure washed through her. She relaxed into it and the waves ran through her, shaking her with their pleasure. Slowly the sensations subsided into little pleasure ripples and then it was over and she could feel bodies around her, hugging her, holding her and the warmth of the group's love flowing through her.

A little while later she chased Larry out of the bathroom after cleaning him up. She noticed when she pulled the condom off of him that there was blood on it, and after she went to the bathroom she noticed there was blood on the paper. She pulled her makeup kit from the cabinet under the sink where she'd left it earlier, found a tampon and gently inserted it into herself. Putting it in stung a bit. She tucked the string up into her vagina so it wouldn't show and rejoined the group. 

Amy was on her knees, leaning over Alan, sucking on his penis. Her butt was in the air and Jenny could see her vagina, the lips gaping open, framed between her legs. A rush of lust ran through her, and she knelt behind Amy, and ran her tongue over the exposed lips, and then thrust it as deeply as she could into Amy's vagina. Amy tasted musky and warm, and Jenny became even more aroused. She licked around inside Amy's vagina, and then ran her tongue over her labia, and found her clitoris and flicked at it.


When Jenny's tongue touched her Amy had to restrain herself from biting down on Alan's penis. As it was she clamped her lips down hard on it, and he flinched a little. The taste and feeling of a penis in her mouth, Amy had discovered, was very arousing, and Jenny's tongue running over, around in into her privates was driving her even further into that place where sensation took over and she stopped thinking about what she was doing and just reveled in the feelings coursing through her body.

It was time, Amy decided. She released Alan's erect penis from her mouth and sat up on her heels, pulling herself away from Jenny's probing tongue at the same time. Jenny reached around her, and began to pinch and tug at Amy's turgid nipples. 

"Give me a condom and the lubricant," Amy rasped, the pleasure coursing through her from Jenny's insistent hands distracting her. Pam handed Amy the bottle and a small foil envelope. 

Amy upended the bottle and squirted a stream of slippery liquid over Alan's erect member. She looked down at him and began to rub the lubricant over his penis, the pale pink skin of her tiny hand contrasting greatly with the dark purple head of Alan's penis. "He's no Adonis," she thought, looking at his obvious belly and noting that muscle tone and Alan were not good friends. "But he is a good friend and if he's as gentle with me as he was with Pam this is going to be wonderful."

Amy wiped her hands alternately over her vagina and thighs, rubbing the lubricant into her skin and off of her hands. She took the condom, carefully tore open the wrapper, and extracted the latex sheath. She turned it around in her hand until she determined which way it unrolled. Picking up the bottle of lubricant, she drizzled a little inside it, and then placed it at the tip of Alan's penis. She felt him throb, and then unrolled it gently down over him. "He's really hard," she thought to herself. "And big. How am I going to get him into me?"

A thought occurred to her, and she moved to the edge of the bed.

"What are you doing?" Pam asked.

"Well, I read about this once, in my parent's marriage manual," Amy replied. "It said one way to position yourself for the first time was at the edge of the bed. Alan can kneel there and I can wrap my legs around him."