In the morning, Barbara’s voice boomed over their beds. “Come on, kids, time to get up!”
Tom groaned, pulling Cynthia closer to him, “Oh, Mom, we’re tired.”
“I’ll bet you’re tired. You guys slept together so I’ll bet you’re tired, huh? Got a workout last night?”
Tom sat up. “Um, we just snuggled, Mom. We didn’t do what you’re thinking.”
“And how d’you know what I’m thinking, eh? What’s that white crusty stuff in Cindy’s hair?”
“Mmmm, just a tiny gift from Tom...” Cynthia giggled.
“Okay, guys. I’m teasing, but keep it cool while you’re in public, okay? We want to spend the entire week here without getting kicked out. Breakfast time, so we’ll meet you in the restaurant. Be quick.”
She left, laughing.
Cynthia rubbed her pussy against Tom’s belly, and said in mock shock, “Oh my. Something’s come between us... wonder what it could be?”
“Just gotta go pee. Let me out of bed.” Tom mumbled.
She grinned. “We could do something else to take care of that, you know!”
He groaned, “God, don’t tempt me. Last night was... oh God...”
He stood up next to the bed and Cynthia pressed his cock down, watching in amusement as it sprang back up, slapping against his belly. She chuckled.
“Go relieve that thing, stud,” she smirked. “You don’t want it leading the way when we walk out of here.”
“No shit,” Tom muttered.
Meanwhile Roger had disentangled himself from Ayame and was taking care of his own bladder pressure problems.
The four got washed up and left for breakfast. After eating, they decided to just walk around and see the sights around the resort. Tom expected his friends from his home barbeque party to arrive later in the day. During their walk through the resort, they saw boys and girls playing tag, shrieking as they tried to evade each other; pre-teen girls sunbathing; children climbing on a jungle-gym and riding on a whirly-round; adolescent boys tossing Frisbees, throwing footballs, and flying kites; men and women playing tennis, horse-shoes, shuffleboard, bocce, and badminton; and families and couples strolling on the trails or along the lake shore; all nude, with everyone engaging in all kinds of active pursuits while their breasts bounced and jiggled and their cocks and balls swayed and flopped before them.
They strolled along palm-lined paths, past multicolored flowerbeds and rock gardens, past elaborate RVs and pop-up trailers, past additional bathhouses, and finally circled back to the resort’s swimming pool complex. It was approaching mid-morning now and the pool was busiest only in the shallow end where naked kids were doing cannonballs off the deck, dunking one another, tossing large balls, and playing tag. The deep end was occupied by a few preteen kids floating around on inflatable rafts and tubes, while an occasional diver plunged into the pool from one of the diving boards or rode down the water slides.
Ayame decided she wanted to try the low diving board; she had learned to dive in school in Japan and now, as she explained to Roger, she felt less self-conscious about her nudity now and wanted to show him that she did actually have some athletic ability.
Climbing onto the lowest board, a height of about three feet over the pool’s surface, Ayame walked out to its end. Roger watched her closely, delighting in the loveliness of her figure. Her breasts rode high on her chest, they were perfectly shaped orbs capped by her erect nipples rising from the centers of their puffy areolas. Her well defined ribcage rested over her firm and tight tummy; it was slightly concave overall but had a very slight, enchanting roundness beginning above her navel down to her pubis. Her waist was slim and her hips were boyish but nicely curved, and the twin globes of her buttocks jutted out behind her hips in a sleek, firm, and tight arc. Her hips flowed gently into her long and shapely legs. Her pubic area was covered by a neat thatch of jet-black, silky smooth hair that hid the cleft of her sex. Her skin had a beige cast to its dark pink color but probably by the end of the week it would begin to develop a nice tan.
Roger forced himself to stop admiring her body and to watch her dive. Tom and Cynthia swam up next to Roger to watch also.
Cynthia murmured, “My God, she’s got an awesome figure. What a beauty!”
“Yeah,” Tom choked. “Really...”
Ayame took a few light bounces at the board’s end to test its spring, then retreated back to the fixed end, turned, and took a few bouncing steps back to the end of the board. When her leading foot hit the board’s end, her weight pressed the board downward. As the board sprung back up, she used its momentum to assist her leap, came down hard on its end, and was instantly catapulted up into the air, gracefully soaring upward and away from the board as her body folded at her waist into a perfect vee and her fingers touched her toes. As she approached the water’s surface, her body had straightened and with her arms extended, she cleaved the water’s surface in a virtually splashless entry.
Then her head popped up out of the water near the pool’s edge, water streaming down her head and shoulders and her wet hair covering her lovely face. She whipped her head around, water and hair flying, and looked at where Roger was treading water, watching her. She smiled.
From all around the pool came cheers and applause and Roger swam over to her.
“Shit! That was gorgeous, darling, a perfect dive! I know how the low board dives are tough to do, the timing’s so quick.”
“Ah, it felt good. Can’t do complicated dives but simple ones okay. I try one dive with tuck.”
She went back to the board and did a forward dive with a tuck and somersault, entering the water with her feet, and received another round of applause. Ayame popped out of the water and stroked over to Cynthia, who grabbed and hugged her.
“You belong on the diving team, sweetie,” Cynthia stated.
“Oh, couldn’t. Some required dives I can’t do too well and I don’t like high board. Did belly-flop once and makes me nervous now. But little dives are fun.”
Just then Tom’s friends showed up at poolside and the entire group of older teens spent some time playing water volleyball before breaking for lunch.
Robin, Richard, Ellen, and Sam sat with the four kids at the snack bar.
“Well, what do you think of Palm Tree Acres, Cindy?” Robin asked.
“Wow, it’s not quite what I expected,” she replied. “I thought I’d be bored and scared of exposing my body. But it turned out to be the opposite.”
She looked at Ayame. “What about you, Ayame? What do you think of it here?”
“It’s like in Bible,” she giggled, “like Garden of Eden, everyone naked. Like Eden, even see snakes here, but no apple tree, just palms, no fig leaves,” she replied evilly.
The other kids stared at her in astonishment as they absorbed what she meant and then practically fell off their chairs in laughter. Ellen, however, had an uncertain look.
“Ellen, don’t you see?” Sam said, trying to catch his breath. “Eden—nude—snake?”
They cracked up again.
“Um,” she said, “Snake in the Garden of Eden—oh my God! Wow,” she laughed. “Yeah, every guy’s got a trouser snake. And the fig leaves too. Hell, Ayame, you’re really funny, you know?”
That evening the resort held a cookout at a pavilion on the lakeshore. The resort provided the cooks and the food while the guests provided the appetites. This was a weekly event, a resort-wide promotion that was held to encourage all of the guests to mix and meet each other. The teens enjoyed the food and got to meet several new families who had arrived with older teenaged members and the kids gravitated together; there were eighteen, all told, six boys and twelve girls.
They chose up sides and the kids began a quick and spirited game of beach volleyball while the adults were content to sit out the game and just watch the kids knock themselves out; other people were lounging on floats on the lake or chatting in groups, and then a campfire was lit and everyone got a chance to roast some s’mores. As darkness fell, there was a brief but loud fireworks display and that ended the lakeshore activities for the evening, but it wasn’t the end of the night.
After the fireworks display, a band began to play at the clubhouse social hall for dancing and the twins and Ayame were fascinated at seeing all the interesting ways the various parts of people’s bodies, those that are normally concealed, can wiggle, woggle, jiggle, and sway as they danced. And they were delighted by the sensations that nude flesh on flesh produces during a slow dance. After a while, both boys were having serious problems with controlling their arousal, so they pulled the girls out of the hall.
“Can’t go back in,” Roger mumbled, “can’t keep control anymore.”
His cock was standing at three-quarters mast and quite swollen. Tom was also in the same state and was flushed with sensory overload.
Ayame whispered to Cynthia and then the two girls took the boys’ hands, leading them into a dark space between some bushes.
“What...” Tom began as he felt Cynthia’s mouth engulf his organ. “Woooo...”
Ayame had already wet her hand with saliva and began stroking Roger’s meat. Then she knelt and copied Cynthia. Within two minutes, the boys were groaning out their orgasms as the girls directed their spendings to fertilize the nearby shrubbery.
“Okay, stud,” Cynthia said triumphantly, “that should hold you for maybe another hour, right?” Then she giggled.
“Aaaahh... man, yeah, that was so good...” Tom sighed.
Roger groaned in agreement and pulled Ayame up for a kiss. They returned to the dance, refreshed, renewed, and content. And soft.
When the dance ended forty minutes later, the boys were starting to become aroused again, but the girls seemed to ignore it this time, grabbing up their towels and leading the boys to the shower house near their cabin. When they arrived, they set to work washing the boys, paying close attention to the most sensitive areas of their bodies. The boys returned the favor, and as they walked back to their cabin, both Tom and Roger were again sporting impressive erections. The fact that Ayame and Cynthia were leading them along by their cocks undoubtedly helped in maintaining their aroused condition; fortunately it was dark; the path was lit only by the bright moonlight.
When they reached the cabin, the girls threw themselves into the boys’ arms and they began a session of sensuous kissing as they stumbled to their beds. Falling onto their own bed, Roger and Ayame rolled around in a passionate embrace, rubbing and sliding their nude bodies against each other.
Ayame groaned, “My darling, I want now to be made woman. Want you inside me. Hurry!”
She rolled onto her back and spread her legs apart, and pulled on Roger’s hands, guiding him to kneel between them. He got into position over her and took his rampant cock in his right hand and stroked its head against her slit.
“Ahhh, darling, my love, you sure?” he whispered. “Oh! I can’t! I don’t have any protection!”
“Ah, love, had Shot...”
“Really? When was that? You said...”
“Was when you rescued me from kidnaping, Cindy and I go to nurse before lunch. She wanted Shot and talked me to get it too. She knew I was hot for you, darling. Now even more hot, so time to do this now!”
She looked down at where he was holding his cock in position, ready to impale her.
“Oh, yes, now, I need you... now... aaah, so hot...” Ayame sighed and wriggled her hips, trying to push herself down onto his throbbing organ.
She watched intently as Roger slowly advanced the head of his cock between her lips and moved it up and down, covering its crown with her copious secretions which were seeping out of her vagina. Then he pressed in and she groaned as her tight opening began to expand around his crown. Then he immediately felt the resistance of her cherry.
Roger moaned as he felt the pressure of his thrust building on his cockhead, so wet, hot, and tight, he gasped as he tried not to give in to the desire to cum for a second time in an hour or so. He gulped in a shuddering breath and concentrated on not moving until the feeling of urgency passed.
Ayame moaned and moved her legs around Roger’s and pulled, urging him to continue.
“Unnnnhhh... now... do it....” she whispered. “Oowww... hurt...” she twisted her hips a bit.
Then Roger exhaled with a huff and sucked in another breath as he repositioned his rampant tool and firmly pressed it into her virgin opening, feeling the stretching sensation on his cock dissolve as he suddenly lunged forward all the way in until their pubes met, taking her virginity in one swift, awesome stroke. He was dimly aware of Ayame’s sharp gasping cry at losing her virginity.
“Ghyaahhhh! Eeehhh... wait... do- don’t...” she stammered.
Roger breathed in a shuddering voice, “Oh shit, you feel so good!”
His senses were reeling; her blow job had been fantastic but this... holy shit, he thought, this was incredible! His cock was inside a real live pussy and he was fucking! Holy shit! Then reality snapped him back and he looked down at her face; her eyes were closed and a tear was rolling out of the corner of one eye.
“Oh, darling, are you okay?” he gasped in consternation.
“It... it hurt... oww, oh, stings... ahhh... so full. Not to move yet...” she whimpered, her eyes screwed shut and her brow furrowed in pain.
Roger stared down at her face in concern; then her eyes opened and sparkled with unshed tears and a little bit of awe at what had just happened. Her mouth was partly open and the tip of her tongue was just peeking through her lips.
“You okay, better now, lover?” he asked gently.
She nodded slowly, her awed expression becoming even more apparent.
“Oooohhh. Okay now, maybe, so... so... well, different, feel so full... you split me, so stuffed. Oh, but feels nice starting now.”
As she said that, her cunt muscles rippled and clenched on Roger’s erection and Ayame squeaked and giggled as a big smile spread over her face and she tentatively rocked her hips.
Then she laughed, “Oh nice, oh, feel so good... real good!” She pushed her groin up into Roger’s and their pubic bones mashed together. “Oooohh! Aaahhh! Yes! More!”
Roger lowered his body down onto hers and sought her open mouth with his and they kissed, while he began to thrust his hips back and forth. Both of them started moaning softly as Ayame began to push herself back against his shaft. Roger’s passions began to build rapidly as his senses luxuriated in the feelings generated by his cock, sheathed inside her tight, hot twat, as it glided back and forth through her secretion-slicked channel. Ayame then began moving her pelvis in synchrony with his, and as they moved together, their pace rapidly quickened, and after a few minutes, their pelvises were hammering into each other forcefully and noisily as she cried out into his neck, her body shaking violently under him.
Dimly, Roger became aware of grunts and cries emanating from the other bed and his sister’s voice crying in passion, coupled with a rhythmic pounding sound. He grinned to himself as he realized that four virgins were losing their cherries in that room, before his own lust once again transported him to a different level of consciousness.
The two were now grunting, moaning, and panting in their mutual efforts to achieve blissful release and Roger, changing the tempo and angle of his thrusts, reared his body up on his arms and, in the dim light in the room, stared down at Ayame’s gloriously wanton expression. Her face and chest were flushed with passion, her shapely little tits were jiggling and shaking, and he noticed how the muscles of her cute tummy undulated in time with each of his pounding thrusts. Then, as he began plunging even deeper into her, his cock began sliding closer to her clit, stimulating it to a fever pitch and suddenly her neck arched, her mouth flew open wide, her whole body stiffened, and she gasped a sharp, passionate cry as the muscles around her tight, hot pussy clamped down hard on his cock and she wailed in ecstacy.
“Uuunnhhh,” he grunted, as he thought, “Shit, so this is what it feels like when a woman cums on your cock! Wow, her pussy—it’s like a vise!”
“Aaayyyyyeeeee! Aaaaahhhhh.....” she cried and her cunt spasmed and clutched as her hips shook and twitched.
Roger was only able to take two more strokes before he felt a burning sensation begin to radiate from behind his balls, near his asshole, and tear up through his groin; a searing fire shot through his iron-hard organ as an incredible pressure tried to force his semen through his cock, which was being squeezed so tightly by Ayame’s convulsing love channel that it was throttling anything from getting through. The pent-up force of his churning semen finally burst through his cock with an exquisite pain and erupted from its tip, the hot rope of cum squirting into her convulsing cunt.
And that was instantly followed by another wave of sexual heat that seared through Roger’s balls and cock, but this time it felt even hotter, a lance of heat tearing through his groin and burning down the length of his penis. A third wave engulfed his being, this time so intense that his entire consciousness was pulled inside his engorged sex organ as it discharged another bolt of his essence into its welcoming receptacle, Ayame’s tight, clutching pussy. Roger’s being had now shrunk to a tiny point centered in his cock as his groin continued to thrust and pulse; his burning spasms continued even after his balls had emptied and his still hard penis cramped in pure sexual pain. Never in his life had Roger ever felt a climax like this. Never, ever before.
He collapsed in exhaustion on top of Ayame and their mouths locked together in passion while the pulses of her muscles stimulated a few more spasms from his organ as her tight cunt squeezed and twitched. Ayame sighed and held Roger’s cheeks in her hands as she licked his tongue, lips, nose, and chin with delight.
“Aaaahhh, koishii, my darling, my dear love, that was... aaahhh...” she sighed and thrust her tongue into his mouth again. “Aaaahhh, so good... Umm, you’re getting heavy...” she grunted.
She wriggled as Roger raised his body a little and suddenly, with a squishing splat, Ayame’s tiny cunt expelled his dick. She shuddered and giggled as another aftershock rolled through her body. Roger rolled off to her side and she looked down at his body. Then her eyes grew wide and she sniggered.
“Ooooo! My darling is still hard! Was that not enough?” she snorted softly.
She reached down and slipped her hand around his cock, which, although it wasn’t fully hard, was still quite firm. She took two strokes and it quickly began to fill with blood again. With a lustful grunt, Ayame pushed Roger onto his back and climbed over his hips, guiding his once-again rock-hard cock into her sopping pussy. She sunk down, gleefully impaling herself fully on it, and exhaled in a satisfied sigh as her cunt bottomed out.
The two froze their movements then as they heard Cynthia’s loud shuddering wail of completion, followed a dozen seconds later by a series of heavy grunts as Tom filled Cynthia’s cunt with his own steaming essence. They glanced over, and in the moonlight filtering into the cabin, saw Tom’s upper body collapse onto Cynthia as she enfolded her arms around his back, whispering, “Aaaahhhh, my lover, that was wonderful...” and their heads moved together and began kissing.
Then Ayame began to gyrate her hips around and rock them back and forth, attempting to grind her clit into his pubis as Roger reached up and fondled her breasts gently and tweaked her nipples. She increased her rocking and added a little up and down movement, placing her hands over his, forcing him to squeeze her boobs hard. The expression on Ayame’s face turned from one of intent concentration as she swivelled and rocked her hips, to one of passion and lust, and her movements became erratic and random. Her head lolled, whipped, and jerked around as she tried to grind her body further onto Roger’s pole. He pulled her upper body down to his chest, drew up his knees, and began rapidly thrusting his cock into her slick, wet love channel, pounding into her with sharp, rapid strokes.
Roger grunted in renewed lust and stepped up his thrusting into her soaking-wet pussy while Ayame resumed rocking her hips on his shaft. After a few more minutes of their grinding their pelvises together, Roger pivoted his hips just a little, changing his angle of penetration, and something felt a little different on the crown of his cock—he realized that its tip must be rubbing against her G-spot. Ayame instantly shot upright on his shaft and gasped as softly as she could. Roger reached up and captured her perfect tits, massaging them hard as she started to shake above him.
All at once, Ayame’s cunt snapped down on Roger’s cock like a grasping fist and her body stiffened; her hands dug into his shoulders as she wailed in a long sobbing cry, and her pussy began to undulate as her pelvis twitched and jerked.
“Yaaahhhhhh... oooohhhhh! Koishii... Aaaaahhhh... Watashi wa iku o motte imasu... Ahhh, coming! ...please not stopping!”
Her entire body started to shake and convulse and then Roger’s cock erupted once again as an intense emission of male essence burst into her cunt for the second time that night. Ayame shrieked softly again as she felt Roger’s rod twitch once more and again and yet again as he flooded her vagina with his semen until his weakening pulses became dry.
Ayame dropped down on Roger and kissed him fiercely as she tried to silence herself by stuffing her tongue down his throat. Roger couldn’t believe how wildly her pussy was moving on him as she screamed into his mouth. Ayame’s climax finally ended and she lay there, gasping and shuddering on his chest, her pussy spasming rapidly around his cock.
After about two minutes and innumerable soft kisses all over his face, she panted, “Aaahhh, koishii, what you do to me?”
“My wonderful darling, I gave you all my love,” Roger panted.
Ayame continued to rest on Roger’s chest for several minutes as they struggled to regain their breath; sweat was pouring off of both of them as their labored breathing slowed. Roger’s hands gently stroked her flanks and the globes of her ass as she began to purr like a contented kitten. Soon Roger’s shrinking cock was again ejected from Ayame’s tight twat, this time there was a slurping sound as it popped out and Ayame shivered as she felt a trickle of mixed cum and pussy secretions run down her slit and over her clit; the ticking sensation triggered another round of aftershocks that forced more fluids out, so she rolled off Roger and stuffed a handful of sheet into her crotch, and then turned to embrace him. The two fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Just before dawn, Ayame awoke and slipped off into the bathroom and washed away the remnants of their lovemaking and tried to see if she could tell if her pussy looked any different. Then she returned to bed and Roger groaned, turned, and felt for her. She wrapped her arms around him and he sighed in contentment and fell deeper into sleep.
In the morning, Barbara came to wake them again.
“All right, up and at ‘em, guys,” she commanded, and grinned at the four moaning kids as they roused. “Kept busy last night, did you?”
“Um, what do you mean, Mom?” Tom grumbled.
“Nothing; just that you guys kept this side of the resort up listening to your wailings...”
“Ehh?” Ayame squeaked and blushed, hiding her face in her hands. “Ahh, so sorry...”
“Hey, don’t worry. It happens, and nobody makes a fuss over people doing stuff in private. After all, sex is natural too, but in private. At least among nudists; your school’s Program people have other ideas, and that’s pretty disgusting, I think. Anyway, I assume you kids are protected, right? Okay, no problem. I hope you had a good time, and judging from the sounds, I’m sure you did,” she said and walked out laughing. “Wash up and hurry for breakfast...” her voice called as she walked away.
Cynthia pulled Ayame out of bed. Ayame’s face was beet red in embarrassment.
“Let’s run for a shower—I need one now and let the guys have the bathroom,” Cynthia told her.
They left for the showers.
“Um, Roger and I heard you so you must have heard us,” Ayame said quietly as they walked. “Ooo, so embarrassed...”
“Well, yeah, but I was busy with my own lover. God, it was sooo good...”
“Roger too. When we shower, can you look at my, um, crotch? I’m embarrassed if someone can see I had sex,” Ayame whispered. “It felt so good to me, too, and he was wonderful. I was so hot for him after dance, couldn’t wait, and he was so big and hard, felt like split in half when he was in me!” she giggled. “Heard Tom and you, make such horny sounds! So Tom was good to you?”
“Oh, Tom was incredible, Ayame, last night was everything I dreamed about, with a boy who was both gentle and loving,” she replied. “And what we did is kinda burned into my memory, it felt soooo marvelous. God, I’m getting wet again just thinking of it! Let me see, when we got back to the cabin, we kissed, then he scooped me off my feet, carried me to the bed, and laid me down on it. Then he grabbed a pillow and put it under my hips and then dove into my snatch and began eating me out. He must have been going for ten minutes and brought me to two orgasms!
“I couldn’t wait any more; I had to feel him inside my pussy. His cock looks so delicious, it tastes and feels just awesome in my mouth, so I just had to have it in my pussy so I could squeeze it with my entire body, you know? I had to make love to his cock with my entire body. So I pulled the pillow away and told him to put it into me, just get on top and stick it in.
“So Tom got between my thighs, grabbed his wonderful prick, scooted forward, and pushed it down to the bottom of my slit. He was shaking, I guess he was nervous, and he missed the target. I think I giggled, but I reached down and helped him guide the thing to where it belonged.” She giggled and sighed. “He notched the head right at my snatch’s opening and pressed in a little and I winced because it was a stretchy, stinging, burning feeling...”
“Aaaahhh, me too, it was just that way, felt same...” Ayame said dreamily.
“Yeah, and he pushed a little more. Wow, then you know how the head of his cock’s got this thick, blunt head, kinda like a mushroom? Well, it pressed only up into my cuntlips and I felt like my body was being torn up from below. He was pressed right up hard against my cherry and I gasped and felt him stop. Then he looked down at me with a worried look because he couldn’t push any further and just said, ‘Cindy?’
“I think I groaned something like he had found the proof that I was still cherry, and told him to go ahead but to be careful and stop if I asked. So he pressed forward again, gently, and I was wincing as he was stretching my hymen; I could feel it kind of giving, like the pain when you peel a bandage off too slow while it pulls all the hairs off, you know? But suddenly I got this big stab of pain, like once when I got a bad wasp sting, and the pain kind of spread all over my lower belly, so I must have gasped kinda loud. He stopped again and looked at me and I remember trying to keep myself from trying to curl up into a little ball to stop that burning, stinging feeling. You know, it really hurt, but it also had this weird erotic feeling about it.
“I told him to just hold it for a moment ‘cause of the pain and till I got used to his size inside me. I was gripping tightly onto Tom’s biceps—did you see he’s got these bruises there today? Anyway, he felt so, so huge! But I wanted him deeper, so I told him to go all the way in then, but do it slowly. He pushed again, but that pressure-pain began again and I squeaked, so instead of pushing in, he pulled back almost all the way and then pressed back in—I felt this sliding sensation and then bang! I felt his balls plop right up against my ass; he was as deep inside me as he could get. Shit, I felt like he was stuffing my entire belly! And almost all that burning pain was gone. He pulled back an inch and then pushed back; it felt awesome and I told him so.
“Then I told him that I needed him to just fuck me; that feeling when he moved in me—I felt the ridge of his crown move inside me—that feeling was filling me with lust and I needed to feel it more. God, I’m dripping wet now, telling you this...”
They had finished their showers and the boys had just arrived at the showers.
“Hey guys, meet you back at the cabin when you’re done and then breakfast,” Cynthia said as they left. She continued her story as they walked back.
“Um, let’s see, so we had just started to fuck then... Um, Tom started to move; first he wiggled his hips a little. I think he was adjusting where his knees were. Then he pulled back until he almost popped out, then he pushed back. The pressure of his dick running through my pussy was just gorgeous and he muttered about how super-tight I felt to him. I needed to feel him closer so I brought my legs up and hooked my heels together behind his ass. I told him I wanted him deeper inside me, I wanted to feel him forcing that wonderful cock deep inside. When he pulled back, it left this empty feeling, but his pushing back in made me feel stuffed again. It was so fuckin’ wonderful. I know I was really juicin’ up down there ‘cause I could hear slurping and squelching and sucking sounds every time he pulled out and then came back into my pussy.
“After a few minutes, he really began pounding me, thrusting really hard and fast, and I just stopped thinking and let go and floated with the wonderful sensations his cock was giving me. Then I started to feel that tingling I get, like a spring winding up, and it made me want Tom in me deeper, so I wrapped my legs around his back and pulled my groin into his and pushed up into him as he stroked down. I moaned at him to fuck me faster, to fuck me harder, and I really began to thrust back at him with my hips, pulling on his back, pulling him into me as he thrust. I was really getting lost in the sensations as I felt myself getting close, the spring was winding still tighter and tighter.
“Tom was gasping for breath now. I felt his sweat pouring off him as he picked up the tempo of his pounding and the sweat between our chests made our upper bodies slippery; that was erotic too as I felt my nipples slipping around his wet chest. And my climax kept building, it was coming closer and closer. Then Tom slowed for a couple of thrusts, took a shuddering breath, and launched into me with a couple of huge thrusts and wham! I was hit with this monster wave of sheer force that just came bursting out of nowhere and I blanked out for an instant; then I felt my whole belly seize up; my pussy clamped down on Tom’s prick, and that wash of energy spread from my cunt all the way up to my forehead. Then I felt this rippling shudder run right through me and I choked back a scream.”
“Um, heard you when you came, Cindy. Not all that quiet...”
“Oh my God, when Barbara told us that, I could’ve just died. But my cum triggered Tom’s because suddenly his thrusts became wild random spasms and I could feel his cum pulsing into my body, over and over, and his gasps and groans sounded so erotic, so fuckin’ sexy. I was still getting spasms and my pussy was still twitching and I couldn’t catch my breath. My arms and legs felt dead and I realized that I was still locked onto Tom with all my strength. You know, those judo muscles work super great for sex?”
She chuckled.
“Anyway, I relaxed and let go of my grip and he gave me this grateful look; then he eased himself off me and pushed up on his arms. He was still panting but that became deep breaths as he stared down into my eyes, then he leaned down and kissed me and told me how much he loved me. I hugged him and told him I felt the same. Then I became aware that his cock was still buried in my cunt! So I bore down on my muscles there and pumped them a few times and Tom’s eyes rolled and he gasped. And, God, I felt the thing start to grow again, right inside of me—it was crazy awesome!
“Then you know what he did? He started the fucking motion again, slower this time, and I just hung on and enjoyed the ride. This time it was slower, no urgency, no insistence on climaxing, just enjoying all the wonderful sensations, our bodies moving gently together, sliding and slipping. I never realized what ‘making love’ really was until then—I always thought that it was the same as fucking, but shit, they’re nothing alike! It was another amazing experience, lying there joined with your lover and moving gently together, kissing and caressing while joined in one intimate union. We fell asleep like that, joined together, and I only woke up when I felt him slide out of me some time later in the night.”
“Aaah, that’s so hot... I’ll tell you what happened with Roger...”
Ayame gave a brief description of her own lovemaking session and asked Cynthia to look to see if she noticed any difference in her vulva.
“See? Feels swollen, like everything sticking out. I’ll be so embarrassed if someone can see that I had sex,” she explained.
Cynthia bent down and looked. “Well, it’s a lot puffier there but unless someone stares—and knows what you looked like before—no one can tell. Besides, that puffiness, I’m sure that’ll go away after being in the pool for a while, you know. So you’re okay. I’m very sensitive down there myself and can feel my pussy lips when I walk, so it must be because of the first time. Ahhh, that was so stunning... ahhhh...”
The boys trotted in and grabbed fresh towels and the four headed off for breakfast.
For the rest of their stay at the resort, they did all kinds of activities, but one that became a favorite was playing “Marco Polo” in both the pool and the lake. Ayame, her modesty now virtually overcome, was persuaded to show off her diving skills and a number of people convinced her to try to teach them how to do some of the dives she had done. Tom and Roger used the lap pool twice a day to practice, trying to keep up their competition edge. Tom had the idea that he and Roger should try racing each other too, but they both quickly found, again, that trying to race nude was impractical; the lack of a proper suit was a real impediment to effective practice.
Roger also took Tom’s challenge and tried to do a regular competition racing dive while nude, launching himself out over the water, his body and head in a streamlined position and his head tucked for the first couple of seconds while kicking ferociously before breaking the surface. That’s what he tried to do, anyway. Since the natural curve of Roger’s body as it speared into the water concentrated much of the water’s impact around his hips, the result was like getting hit in the groin with a large, stiff board, and his body curled up with the pain as his dive momentum carried him under the water. Now he knew exactly how Tom had felt when he had tried his own dive when he was in the Program.
The fourth morning, Roger found that he had two pairs of Speedos tucked into an inner pocket of his sports bag and asked Tom if he thought that the resort would waive their rule about suits in the pool and let them practice and race wearing the suits. Tom got permission, with the provision that the boys would do their races as a resort event each day, and they agreed. Then Ayame was drafted to perform some dives as part of the daily race event, this turned into a show that became one of the highlight events of the week. The popularity of that daily show quickly led the resort owners to make a swim race and diving competition part of the resort’s standard program of activities.
Packing up after lunch on Sunday—the really small amount of stuff that had to be packed, anyway—and their spring break week ending, they all felt sad to be leaving the resort. The twins and Ayame all told Tom how grateful they were for his pushing them into going and agreed that they enjoyed the experience and had a wonderful time. During the ride back home, the conversation turned to the last few weeks of the school year.
“So you think you’ll get to go to the graduation ceremony?” Tom asked.
“Probably not,” Cynthia said. “Davis told us on several occasions that because we refused to participate, we wouldn’t graduate, and I suppose that meant we wouldn’t be allowed to walk either.”
“Yeah, and Ayame won’t be graduating with us either since she already graduated in Japan,” Roger added. “But Dad told us that there’s some kind of plan to have the Marine kids do their own graduation that the brass is getting set up. He said that they’d probably invite other kids to participate, too, so we’ll see. You know, we’ll also have to check on our final transcripts, make sure we can get them. Jeez, I hate getting back to our real life....”
“Well, I’m looking forward to college now,” Cynthia commented. “Now all this high school drama feels so has-been. Hey, we’ve been so wrapped up with Program crap and then this nudist week that we never really talked about our summer plans. Our dad’s being reassigned, I think I mentioned to you. So my folks’ll probably be at his new base before college starts. Then we’ll all be in Atlanta together.”
Mitchell spoke from the front. “Yeah, kids, let me break in. Sorry for eavesdropping...”
“Okay, dad, not a problem,” Tom interrupted. “We’re not talking about anything private.”
“Yeah, okay,” Mitchell went on. “It occurred to your mom and me that you guys could save big time if you could get an off-campus apartment together. I checked Tom’s college’s site last night and compared the housing costs with rentals in the area and if you doubled up and shared rooms, you might save a third or even half of your room costs.”
“Oh, hey, that’s a super idea,” Roger commented. “We’ll check with our folks to see what they think; thanks for the suggestion.”
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