Storiesonline.net ------- No Differences by Prince von Vlox Copyright© 2010 by Prince von Vlox ------- Description: Fifteen year old Devlin learns that there is no way to look at someone and tell that they're a nudist or a swinger. Codes: Mf cons swing orgy safe oral creampie exhib voy ------- "The part I like," Devlin McCabe said, "is that some guy I've never met is going to travel halfway across the state. We'll meet, we'll feel a connection, and we'll have sex, and then we'll go our separate ways with a memory of a good time." "That instant connection wouldn't happen to be your body, would it?" Julie asked. Devlin shrugged. "You use what you've got." "And you've 'got' a lot. Those tits for real?" "Grew 'em myself," Devlin said. She wished they'd stop growing. Realistically she knew a girl's boobs never really stopped growing. They were always changing; just a look around the room at Emma's would show that. Usually they moved down on a woman's chest, but as she had kids they'd fill out, or shrink a little. In her case they'd started when she was 12, and grown a cup size a year. She was 15, and she needed a C Cup. If they kept going, well, she wasn't sure what she'd have. "The men do like them," she finally said. "That's because of repressed maternal feelings," Julie said. "I prefer to think of it in a different way," Arlene said. "They don't have 'em, and so they're curious. Plus they've learned that playing and sucking them gets a girl warmed up." She laughed. "Of course around here the guys arrive already warmed up." Arlene was an overweight blonde, and tonight she was wearing a black teddy. From the evidence—there was a thin streak of come on her cheek—she'd already been busy. "I think it's better to do than to talk," Devlin said. She got up and went in search of that 'connection' she'd talked about. She found him in the front room. He was tall, with dark brown hair, and a thin layer of hair on his chest and tummy. The couches and chairs in the living room were full, so he sat her on the edge of the dining room table and took a seat in front of her. "This is my favorite view," he said. He parted her legs and kissed the insides of her knees. Devlin ruffled his hair. A year ago she'd been mortified to have a guy stare up her legs. Danny had cured her of some of that, but coming to these swinging parties got rid of the rest of her inhibitions. A guy would look at her sex, which turned him on, and then put it to her, which was what she wanted. Fifteen minutes later they'd both relax, temporarily satisfied. Then, after a rest, they'd either do it again, or go off in search of other partners. He kissed his way up her legs, and then made a growling noise as he began teasing her sex with his tongue. Devlin fell back on the table, clutching her breast and trying to guide him with hip movements. He seemed to know what he was doing, and when he pushed two fingers into her, she came, flooding his hand with her juices. That seemed to be what he was after. He stood, his cock jutting out over her tummy. He didn't leave it on display for long. Instead he bent slightly and pushed its head into her. She was wet enough he slid halfway home with his first thrust. After the second he shifted—she loved how he felt stirring around her insides—and braced himself over her. A gentleman, she'd been told, takes his weight on his hands, and he was a gentleman. The table creaked slightly as eh began thrusting. She brought her legs up around his waist, and began trying to move back against him. She could feel her boobs wobbling, and smiled when he bent far enough so he could suck them. After a bit he sped up, making the whole table rock as he drove home. He grinned at her, and she smiled back. Her insides felt molten, and she dug in her fingers as her feelings began to rise. This wasn't going to take long. He seemed to be touching every fiery little nerve inside her. She gripped his arms, trying to hold back, trying to prolong the feeling. She knew it was hopeless, but she held on until one particular thrust was too much. She arched up into him, her whole body trembling until she came, one wave after another surging through her. He came too, finally slumping over her, spent and fighting for breath. She ruffled his hair and kissed his cheek. "You okay?" "This is just a damned awkward way to do it." "Yeah, the table is kind of hard." "And I was standing. Now I can barely hold myself upright." "You're welcome." He laughed. "Okay, yeah, you made me come harder than I have for a while." "You keep telling me these nice things, Flattery will get you all sorts of things." She paused for a second or so. "Including a chance to do it someplace a lot more comfortable." "Oh? Where?" "Let's try upstairs." He helped her to her feet. She felt liquid and loose, and held his hand as they went up the stairs. The second bedroom they checked had an empty mattress. The room was dimly lit and smelled of female excitement and spilled come, just the heady mixture that appealed to her at the moment. The guy had recovered by then, and this time took longer. She rode him to one climax, and then lay on her back, accommodating him as he got to his. They lay side by side, grinning at each other in the darkness. She was sweaty and her long dark hair felt like it was tangled and twisted. But she felt at peace with the world. There was nothing like a good laying to wring out all of the tensions and anxieties of the day. They parted, and Devlin decided to explore the other bedrooms. She knew she'd see a lot of sex, and she found it endlessly fascinating. When she'd been fooling around with her Ken and Barbie dolls she'd thought there was only one way to have sex, with the man on top. Now, after Butch, after Danny, and most especially a year and a half of coming to Emma's—she smiled at that; coming to, or coming at—she realized she just lacked the imagination. The first bedroom only had two couples in it. They were somehow intertwined. She tried to figure out who was doing what to whom. As near as she could tell, Man A was putting it to Woman A, and was kissing Woman B, who was fondling Woman A's breasts. Man B was being sucked by Woman B, who besides playing with Woman A's breasts, was rubbing the woman's clit. Or maybe she had it all wrong. In the dimness it was hard to say. She'd just been in the second bedroom. She wasn't surprised to see the mattress on the floor that she and that guy had been using was now occupied by a couple with the woman on top, cowgirl someone had called it. The girl was riding up and down the guy's cock, her breasts bouncing along with her motion. There was a couple on the main bed; it looked like they were locked in a 69, orally pleasuring each other. The third bedroom, the master bedroom, had a crowd, at least six couples, and Devlin lost track of the combinations. Apparently everyone was involved with everyone else. She felt something wet hit her leg. A quick check: someone had just come, and his spurt had hit her leg. She had to be at least eight feet from the pile, so that guy, whoever he was, had to have some muscles in that part of his body. Devlin thought of washing up. The line for the bathroom was almost nonexistent, and she could feel the come dripping on her thighs. That was the one thing about being a girl that she didn't care for. Guys came, and that was it. A girl had to deal with the leftover come as well as her own moisture. At least, she decided, she'd be fresh for the next guy. There was a couple doing it on the toilet. She was sitting on his lap, her legs together. He had his hands on her waist, and was pulling her up and down. She started the shower and tried to ignore the two, and the familiar tingle of arousal coursing through her. "Mind if I join you?" a guy asked. Devlin had been facing the nozzle. Now she turned around. The guy was just a little taller than she, with a nice chest and a slight mound to his tummy. His brown hair looked sweat-clicked, though that vanished in the spray. "Plenty of room in here," she said. His eyes had already dropped to her breasts, but he politely looked up and gave her a really cute smile. "Emma told me they're going to build a large group shower in the basement." "Good," Devlin replied, "they need it." She passed him the soap and did some cleaning. That let her inspect his cock. It was limp at the moment, so she didn't have a good measure of its size. It did look slick and red, which suggested he'd been using it. She ran her hand down his body. She always felt a slight surprise when she encountered a cock and balls. She knew she shouldn't, but years of washing herself had convinced her subconscious that she should only feel the smoothness of a girl's privates. They didn't talk much. She took the soap back from him and made sure his cock and balls were clean. He returned the favor with her breasts, and they made a game of him soaping her, and her washing them off. All of this play had one outcome, and eventually they had to get out. Her nipples were stiff and aching, and his cock was engorged and rigid. "We need to find some place comfortable," she told him. He looked at the couple sharing the bathroom; the woman was leaning over the sink, her boobs swaying back and forth as he put it to her from behind. "Yeah, there's no room here." He took her downstairs. No one was using the couch, and they settled there. Devlin had to shift around a little to find a dry spot. Then she pulled him down for a kiss. His body was firm, his cock was practically burning her skin, he was a good kisser, and he was kind of cute. This was a guy worth getting to know better. "Do you really want to spend much time fooling around?" he asked. "I'm ready." She wrapped her hand around his cock. "So I can tell." He more than filled her hand. She couldn't quite get her fingers all of the way around him, and at least half of his cock jutted out beyond where she could grip. She guided him between her legs. He looked down as she rubbed his hardness up and down her cleft. He felt so hard, he was going to feel even better going in. With that thought she put him against her entrance. But she kept her fingers on his hardness as he thrust. "God that feels good," she got out. She could feel his hardness opening her up, but she could feel it sliding against her fingers, too. Back when she was 9 or 10 she'd refused to believe that a girl had insides, at least down there. Now she was glad she did. She could feel his hardness sliding against every quivering nerve in her channel. "So big." "You're so tight." She kissed him. "You say the nicest things." He laughed, which made his cock stir a little in her and gave her another thrill. "I've never heard that as a compliment before." "That's because most women don't like to admit it." He thrust all the way home. She could feel his balls against her bottom. She adjusted slightly, getting her legs a little more comfortable around his thighs. "Don't you know, a woman isn't supposed to enjoy sex." "You sound like someone I met earlier this evening." He grinned and eased back and forth slightly. "She told me that women didn't have orgasms. There was no biological reason for it." "And she believes that? I mean the part about not having orgasms." She kissed him. "You keep this up and I'm going to have one." "I think most women here have climaxes." He began to pull back just a little farther each thrust. "I read that only three out of eight women have a climax from screwing. Of course around here I think it's closer to 99 out of 100." "There does seem to be a self-selection for that at these parties. Women who don't climax from screwing don't come here." She laughed, which made him feel bigger. "Yeah, that's one way of putting it. I think there are women here who don't climax from straight doing it, but come to these parties anyway." "Perhaps." She caught the hint and began to snap her hips, riding up on him. That felt much better than just lying there taking it. His hands were holding her, his body pressing her into the cushions, and he was getting so deep. She could hear the liquid sound of his cock plumbing her depths, and smell her own juices. Oh, this looked like it was going to be a good one. She could see a few others in the living room. Right next to them, using a blanket on the floor, were two women and a man. One girl was eating another, who had her fingers tied up in the first one's hair, while a guy put it to the middle girl from behind. There was a couple on a chair. She was on top of him, facing away. His hands were around her waist, her legs were outside of his, and everything was visible as his cock slid up and down in her channel. Her breasts would have bobbed in time, but she was clutching them. Her eyes were closed, and it was obvious her attention was deep inside her. As Devlin watched, the girl's head went back and she could see a faint flush to her skin. A few seconds later he slowed to a sop and she could see whiteness ooze around his cock. That did something to her, and she could just picture this guy doing the same thing to her. She began to move faster, squeezing him with each of his strokes. His whole body was like a caress. Her chin was on his shoulder, and she could feel his own tension. That was even better, and she clutched his bottom with her fingers, trying to pull him even deeper. "Gonna come," he whispered. "You're making me come." "Come!" she gasped. "Come for me!" The idea of him coming did it. She felt her whole body rising, pressing up into him, trying to get all of him inside her. She could feel herself trembling on the brink. Come! she thought urgently. Come! Everything washed out. She arched, crying out as the feelings got too much. She came in one shuddering wave after another. She felt something against a sensitive spot deep inside her, and that set her off again. She clung to him, lost in the tempest of her own climax. She drifted down slowly, with many little jolts as secondary climaxes flickered through her. He moved slightly, fighting for breath, and every time he did that gave her another jolt. But finally they were through, relaxing, gasping for breath, and smiling crazily at each other. She gave him a big wet, sloppy kiss. She felt complete. There was something about joining her body with a man's that made her feel that way. A man's body fit so well against her own, and not in just the most obvious place. Their skin was rougher, and they were certainly hairier, but there was male hardness—all those muscles—against female softness. "I'm Steve," he said, holding out his hand. "I'm Devlin," she replied, taking the hand. Then she giggled. "Do you realize how silly this looks?" "What, that my cock is still inside you, and we're shaking hands? Ignore that/ People shake hands when they meet." Her giggle turned into a laugh. "Yeah, I guess they do." She squeezed his hand, and then used her tummy muscles to squeeze his cock. "Don't pull it out, it's fine right where it is." "I have no intention of leaving. In fact, if we wait a few minutes, and are a little lucky, it should get nice and hard again." "Something we can both look forward to." He laughed and kissed her. "My only question is this: do you want me to take it out so we can have the fun, and pleasure, of putting it back in?" "Don't you dare take it out!" "I hear that a lot from women." "If you were one, you'd know why." "Well, I'm not. And if you were a guy, you'd know why I'd prefer leaving it in." Eventually his cock did slide out. But after some toying and sucking, she got it hard. And he was right. Putting it back in was a lot of fun. This time they tried doing it some other ways. The trouble was, the couch was really meant for doing it with one of them lying on it, and the other on top. When she was there, one leg had to rest on the floor, and the other was cramped against the back of the couch. Still, she could move how she needed to, and the climax was every bit as satisfying as the other way. They proved that by trading places. She was excited and relaxed enough that he went all the way in with his first thrust. He held himself above her this time so he could lean down and tongue her nipples. Each little nip with his lips shot right through her, heading to her womb, where it was blocked from getting out by his length. She came once, and one more time, spending on him in one shuddering heave after another. He held on through all of that, but when she concentrated on making him come he couldn't hold back. He reared, driving as deep into her as he could, his mouth open and his face rigid as he sprayed her insides with his juices. "We've got to get together again," she said when he finally recovered. They were snuggling on the couch, one hand holding her to him, another holding her breast, while his limp cock pressed against her bottom. "Gladly. You've got to be the most orgasmic woman I've met here." "Call it a natural talent." "I guess." "It helps that you seem to set me off." He chuckled. "We both do." They took a shower together, this time without the fooling around. Then it was time to part. She gave him a full-bodied kiss, wanting to memorize the feel of his body against hers. Then, reluctantly, they let each other go. She wondered if he'd be at other parties. It was funny; it was really up to the woman. Some gals didn't like the idea that their husbands were finding pleasure in the arms of another woman. They liked the variety of men they met, but swinging wasn't for them. You had to be open and accepting, and more than a few women had been brought up to be possessive. Devlin had tied her hair back to keep it out of her face. That was one of the problems with having long hair: it got out of control and was soon a mess. She'd have to brush it out when she got home. She found Danny in the kitchen. He wasn't dressed yet, and for a moment she savored his body: lean, with well-defined muscles. His cock hung down with what she'd learned was a 'tired' look; it had obviously been used. "Ready to go?" she said. "We have to get the babysitter home." That was their code for getting home. After all, she was supposedly 'babysitting' Sue and Danny's daughter while they went out and her mother was at work. Danny nodded. "Yeah, I think so." There were separate rooms for men and women to change. Devlin had worn a skirt instead of her usual jeans, and she was glad she had. She didn't exactly feel tender or sore down there, but she didn't want anything touching her there. That meant no panties, or course, and one of the other women getting dressed commented on that. "Planning on more fun when you get home?" "The night's still young," Devlin said. "I'll tell him I lost my panties, he'll think about it, and be nice and ready when we get home." The woman laughed. "I'll have to try that." Devlin briefly brushed her hair out, and then tied it back with a band. Some nights she felt tired as they left. On those nights she could feel gravity dragging at her, and as she'd told a girl in gym who'd envied her boobs, she was very aware of gravity. Tonight she felt like she was going to float away, probably the remnants of that last climax with Steve. "You're in a good mood," Danny said as they got in the car. "I had a good evening. How about you?" He chuckled. "I'm a little tired." "Sex makes guys tired," she said. "How many times have you fallen asleep after we've done it?" "A few. That's when I envy you women." "Of course we don't. The muscles we use to screw are the same ones we use when we give birth, and you don't want to have to stop and rest in the middle of labor. Oh, I imagine you would love to, but that's not how our bodies work." "Something might happen to the baby." He started the car and headed for the highway. "Got much planned for tomorrow?" "I'm going shopping with some girls from school." "Sounds fun. We're going to be homebodies tomorrow." She was more tired than she'd thought. She fell asleep the moment her head hit the pillow. The next morning she nursed a cup of hot cocoa while her mother shuffled through her morning routine. "What time are your friends coming over?" her mother mumbled. She was in her terrycloth robe and had her hair wrapped in a towel. "About 10:30 or so," Devlin said. She checked the clock. It was just after 7:30. "God. I've got some shopping to do. I should be home before they get here." She checked something in the refrigerator. "Taken your vitamins and pill this morning?" "Regular as clockwork," Devlin said. "Good. I'm not prepared to be a grandmother just yet. I know you're not seeing anyone right now, but I remember what I was like when I was your age." "I didn't know you were active before you met Dad." Her mother smiled. "Once or twice. I wasn't a little tramp, not like some girls, but..." Her voice trailed off. "Let's just leave it at that, okay? I wasn't quite as virginal as your father thought, but I was careful." She smothered a yawn. "Okay, I'm going to go get dressed. I'll be back shortly." Her mother headed out just after 8:30. Devlin dressed slowly. On a whim she put on her jacket and went across the backyards to see how Sue was doing. "Pretty good," Sue said. She was loading the dishwasher. "I could use some help folding the clothes." She looked at the living room where the TV was going. "Or you could take care of Danny. Apparently last night didn't get it all out of his system." "Problems?" She knew Sue and Danny made love, Sue had gotten pregnant after all, but she'd carefully stayed away from talking about it. "I know you'll find this hard to believe, Devlin, but there are times a woman doesn't feel like making love. I'm just feeling a little out of sorts today." "Your choice," Devlin said. "Danny or the clothes. My friends are supposed to be picking me up about 10:30." Sue nodded. "I'd appreciate it if you took care of Danny." She smiled faintly. "I'll make him help me with the clothes. Men don't know how to fold clothes, but they can do the lifting and carrying." Devlin chuckled. "Sure. If you're sure." She unbuttoned her blouse as she walked into the living room. Danny was watching some football game. She pushed her bra out of the way and sat on his lap. "Time for some legal use of hands," she murmured. Danny laughed. "You make a very persuasive argument." "Upstairs," she said. "I feel a little self-conscious with the front curtains open like they are." Danny paused to set the game to record, and then followed Devlin up the stairs. She was down to just her panties when he got to the bedroom. "You're over-dressed," she said. He started on his pants while she pulled his shirt off. She checked, he wasn't hard yet, so she spent a few moments rubbing her breasts across his chest. That felt shivery-good. He put his hands on her panties and pushed them down. She did the same with his shorts, and then wrapped her hand possessively around his dick. "I thought you got enough last night." "It's a new day. And how about you? I know you're with more guys than I' with gals." She squeezed his dick. "Guys have something that poops out after a bit." "It's just as good as it was last night." "Hmmph. Doesn't feel like it. Why don't you prove it to me." He pushed her onto the bed and his mouth went directly to her slit. Devlin gasped at the feeling. Whoever had invented oral sex had done the women of the world a favor. Danny ate her until she collapsed into a climax. Then, after a few licks, he plunged in. She was so wet she took his first stroke all the way, letting out her breath only when she felt his balls nudge her bottom. She raised her head. She couldn't actually see his cock entering her, though she could certainly feel it! Instead she could see his root, nestled in its bed of dark wiry hair. Her imagination had to do the rest. He looked so big, and he felt even bigger. That changed over the course of a night as she got more relaxed down there, but right now it felt like something the size of his wrist was stretching out her insides. She drew her legs up until her heels were on his butt and tried to pull him even deeper. "You do know what that thing of yours is doing to me." She grinned and ran her hands up and down his arms. He grinned back. "After more than two years of this I think I have a good idea." He began to move faster. She'd already come once, but that was on his tongue. His cock was setting every nerve in her channel on fire. She closed her eyes and clutched him, holding on as he pushed them both up that slope. Her imagination was a wonderful thing. She fancied he had a log down there, at least it felt like one. It was so big and so hard, and so good. She began to moan in time to his thrusts. Encouraged, Danny moved a little faster. She matched him, and the bed creaked as they moved. She could smell her juices and feel the sweat on his skin. The rhythmic slap-slap-slap of their bodies joining was almost like music. She pulled him down for a kiss, but then he held himself above her, redoubling his efforts. She wrapped her legs around his waist, clinking to him as her feelings rose. Her whole body had come to life, but especially her middle. She fought to hold everything back, but she wanted the completion as well. She was close, so close, like she was balancing on the edge. Devlin cried out at the first spasm, and then was lost as all of her pent-up energy surged through her. She shuddered through her climax. When she realized he'd come too, she gave him a kiss. She wanted more, and when he pulled out she tried to thrust up onto him. "You can't get enough, can you?" "Neither can you." He chuckled. "True." "I feel marvelous." She pushed at him and he obediently rolled off. "I think we need to clean up a bit." She started the shower, and was only a little surprised when Danny joined her. He ran his hands over her water-slicked body, and spent a few minutes kissing and nibbling her breasts. He'd been doing that more and more as they continued to grow. Most of the guys at Emma's were more interested in getting their dicks inside her, and her boobs were just a temporary stop. But Danny seemed to appreciate them, cradling them, kissing them, spending time holding the soft flesh and making her happy that she had them. She'd been thrilled when she'd started to develop. She thought she'd stop at a B cup, like her mother, but now she was big enough she might have to go to a D cup. Some of the girls in her gym class teased her about them, as if it made their own much smaller ones that much better. And a lot of boys seemed to treat her as a mobile pair of boobs with a girl attached. Danny, however, took delight in them, making her feel happy she had them. Now his mouth descended on them, teasing the flesh out, making her nipples stand up hard and proud. He kissed, he sucked, he nibbled, and each touch seemed to send a jolt of feeling deep inside her. She kept running her hands over his body. She loved his shoulders, firm, strong, broad, and so manly. His waist was trim, and his butt was, at times, hard enough she could barely squeeze it. All of the attention made his dick twitch and begin to grow. When it was finally standing out stiff and ready, Danny turned off the shower. Devlin turned around and helped guide him in. She gasped when he entered her, a slow electric thrust that seemed like it was going all of the way through her. His hands dropped her waist, and he pulled her back on him even as he thrust deeper. But his dick drove her against the tiles of the shower. "God, you're so big." She squeezed her muscles, which made him seem gigantic. He grunted, and his grip on her waist tightened. She normally liked to hold the guy who was fucking her, to face him, to look him in the eye. But this was wild and hot and exciting in its own way. Her legs were going weak, but she didn't want him to stop. He sensed something, though, and pulled out. He turned her around and pressed her against the wall. "Wraps your legs around me." She did so, and stiffened when he entered her again. She clung to him, her arms around his neck, her breasts pressed against him, her skin on fire everywhere they touched. She buried her face against his shoulder and inhaling his masculine scent. Her body shook with each thrust, and she gasped each time she felt him move. She suddenly knew she was going to come. She could feel the tension stealing through her. She felt wide open, totally taken, and it was pushing her higher and higher. Her breath stopped as the final touch proved too much. She came in one long searing wave after another. She bore down on it, making it harder, longer, drawing out her climax until her whole body shook. Danny was there, lost in the wildness of the moment. They slowly slumped, kissing, caressing, trying to prolong the contact. But apparently his dick had had enough, and she gave a small cry when she felt it slip out of her. They huddled against the tile, slowly coming back to Earth. She didn't want to think. She felt all charged up, and yet so at peace that she didn't want to move. This was one of the best parts of sex, almost as good as a climax. After her heart slowed to its normal pace she stirred. She was composed again, and ready to face the world, though with a deep bubble of happiness that nothing could erase. "I'd better go," she murmured after another kiss. "My mother is probably wondering what's happened to me." "Yeah, we can't let her find out." This time clean-up was a snap. Danny started the shower, and a few seconds with her fingers was all it took. The water continued to beat on her skin, and she shivered at that. Now she noticed it. Danny shut it off, and she stepped out and reached for a towel. She thought about drying off, but she had one last little thing she could do. She picked up a washcloth and soap, and tenderly cleaned Danny's cock. It stirred a little at her touch, but other than that showed no signs of getting hard. That was good, because she needed to get dressed. But she didn't want to impersonally disappear. Instead she rinsed and soaped repeatedly, first his cock, and then his poor, hard-working balls. Finally she shoved an errant strand of hair out of the way and gave the head of his dick a kiss. "Poor thing looks all tuckered out," she said as she straightened. "It's had a busy morning." "It had a busy night last night." "Hey, I was only with three women, and one of those was a blow-job." "Normally you don't like those." "She wanted it that way, and anyway, she was sitting on my face." "Ah, that makes all of the difference in the world." Three women the night before, and twice with her; he'd come five times in the last 12 hours, no wonder he looked tired. She almost didn't want to get dressed. She felt charged up, like she was glowing. Reluctantly she pulled on her clothes. She'd promised her friends that she'd go shopping with them, but right now she liked the idea of spending the day in bed with Danny. She couldn't, her mother would catch on, let alone her friends. So she pulled on her things, dried and brushed out her hair, and headed home. "What put a glow in your cheeks?" Traci, one of the girls said when Devlin got in the car. "Just the usual," Devlin said with a straight face. "Got laid this morning, that'll do it every time." The others laughed. "I wish!" Traci said. "If it was anyone but you, Devlin, I might believe 'em. But you don't have a social life." Devlin thought of saying something, but just smiled instead. True, she didn't have a social life. She had a sex life instead. In a way she missed the idea of getting to know buys by talking and so on, instead of resting on her back with her legs open. But things were the way they were, and right now she wasn't going to change it. They had to go by the front of Sue and Danny's house as they headed for the highway. She saw Danny backing out of the garage. He saw her and yawned. She smiled. She'd put that yawn there. The mall had just opened, but was already crowded. "Okay," Traci said, "who's getting what?" "I need a pair of slacks," Devlin said at once. "No tops?" "I'd have to get them tailored, and right now slacks are more important. I'm down to must my black pair." "Ah." Traci looked around. "Who else?" The other two girls chimed in with what they were after. Devlin followed them into a department store. Danny had once told her that when a guy went shopping for clothes he got them, and that was that. She couldn't see the point in that. As long as you were there, you might as well see what was available. She found her slacks in the second store. It was so crowded she and Traci had to share a changing room. She tried to turn her back and not look, but there were mirrors in the booth. She wondered how guys did it. With a girl, when you saw her in her underwear, there wasn't that much to see. Oh, her bosom was bigger, but that didn't count. As far as she could tell, her bosom was bigger than any other girl in school. They were leaving when Devin heard a familiar voice. It was one of the women from the night before. She'd last seen her when the woman had been lying on her side on a mattress while a guy put it to her from behind. She'd been sucking someone else's cock, and moaning at every thrust. There was another woman with her, someone else from the party. This woman she'd seen in the living room, her legs hooked over either arm of the chair while some guy got her from behind. Devlin knew the woman only had a thin strip of pubic hair, almost an extension of her slit. But you couldn't tell that looking at her. She also had dark red nipples with small areola. That made her wonder if the woman had had her boobs enhanced. They certainly seemed to stick out pretty far, even when she'd been naked and sort of on her back. There was worse: one of the guys was the guy she'd had sex with on the couch. She could almost see his erection, and wondered what it would be like if being naked and having a hard-on was socially acceptable. His hadn't been as large as some she'd had, but it was big enough to do the job. She had a memory of looking down her body as his cock descended toward her opening. That was one of those times when the implied promise of his stiff cock had lived up to what she wanted. The two couples headed for the food court. Devlin subtly steered her friends in the other direction. They paused outside of Victoria's Secret. "I could never dare wear some of these things," Traci said. Devlin started to say something, but was interrupted by someone calling her name. It was one of the clerks. "You shop here?" Traci asked. "We just got a shipment of bras in," the woman said. "I thought you should know." "This is one of the places I buy bras," Devlin said. "Not many places stock my size." "How big are you?" one of the other girls asked. "30C the last time I looked," Devlin said. "But I'm bulging over the cups, so I probably need the next size larger. I come here because they know how to do a fitting for girls my size. The other places don't, or maybe they only do once a year when they get a bra fitter in." "You're not interested in this other stuff?" Devlin shrugged. "Oh, I think I'd look hot and sexy in it, but I don't have anyone to show it off to." Traci nodded. "You know what they say, lingerie like this isn't meant to be worn for very long." The others laughed in agreement. "Still, I like to look and fantasize a little." Devlin saw the foursome come down the mall, and they stopped to look at one of the window displays. She took the opportunity to pick out a couple of bras that might fit and go try them on. The other girls followed her to offer comments when Devlin stepped out of the changing booth. "What size is this?" one of the girls asked. "30D," Devlin said. She ran her finger under the band. "Feels a little tight." "It's on the last hook." Devlin sighed and slumped her shoulders. "Great. Time for the next size. I'll have to replace all of my bras." She fit in a 32C. She bought that one, and was relieved when the she saw the foursome was gone. The last thing she needed was to be recognized by anyone from the party. That would lead to all sorts of awkward questions. After a late lunch at the food court, and some more shopping, they got home in mid-afternoon. Her mother was watching something on TV, so Devlin went upstairs. She'd had sex with Danny, but for some reason, maybe it was the couples at the mall, she was horny again. Well, she had a cure for that. She hadn't nerved herself up to by a vibrator. She wasn't sure a store would sell it to a girl of 15. The handle of her hairbrush would have to suffice. And while that was filling her... She got her electric toothbrush. She'd closed the door to her room. Now she turned it onto the lowest setting, pulled her panties to one side, and pressed it directly between her legs. The vibrations went through her, and concentrated right where they'd do the most good. Masturbating like this was kind of mindless. When she'd used just her fingers she'd fantasized a lot. The reality of a party at Emma's put all of her fantasies to shame. Now she just settled back and concentrated on how good the vibrations felt. She didn't even need the handle of the hairbrush. When she was horny she could come in just a minute or so. That was the case here. Things built up quickly, and she slapped her legs together, folding in on herself as she came. Someone had told her it was like you were trying to contain everything. That sounded weird, but it made a sort of sense. The beauty of doing it to herself was that she could go on and on until she really couldn't take any more. She shuddered and gasped through one climax after another, pausing only long enough to draw a breath. And then it was back up to that critical point, and one wave after another spending themselves deep within her. Eventually she had to drop the toothbrush. There came a time when she was just too sensitive down there. She clapped her hand over her pussy, fighting for breath. Her legs were wet, and there was probably a corresponding wet spot on her bed. But she'd stopped fantasizing about naked men in public with big cocks. Now she felt relaxed enough she could face dinner and maybe even her homework in a calm and rational way. Sunday was a day of calm and rational action. She watched a little TV, finished her homework reading, and generally hung out around the house. On Monday Sabrina showed up at the bus stop. "I thought you were living at your resort this time of year," Devlin said when her friend showed up. Sabrina was very blonde, with all of the skin tones of a natural blonde. She was thin, with—and here Devlin envied her—a small bust. She was also a nudist, which Devlin accepted, but couldn't always see. "We're doing some remodeling out there, so Mom decided we should stay in town." She plucked at her light blue dress. "I'd forgotten how scratchy and confining this dress is." "If I didn't know you," Devlin said, "I wouldn't know you were a nudist." "No, you'd have to wait until gym class and see that I don't have any tan lines. That's just the thing: there's no way you can tell. Look at Melissa Barker." "Don't know her. Oh, wait, I think she's in one of my classes." "She's a nudist, too. You wouldn't know it; she looks just like everyone else in school, and doesn't make a thing about having to live in a world of fabric." "Like you do." "She doesn't have my reputation, either. Look at all of the girls who think I'm a slut because boys see me naked all of the time. I have a news flash: they don't walk around all of the time with a stiffy." "It probably gets uncomfortable," Devlin said. "Of course in my world guys do walk around with a hard-on." "The difference," Sabrina said, "is that out at the resort the guys have to roll on their stomach or cover it until it goes down. At your parties you take a lot more direct action." "Yeah, we let nature take its course. An erection is a terrible thing to waste." They both burst out laughing at that, and were still doing so when Sue Ellen Duffy walked up. "What's so funny?" "We were laughing at the latest story about Sabrina," Devlin said. "Why, did you know, she's slept with half the boys in school." Sue Ellen laughed. "They wish! Nudity does not equal sex. Why Sabrina is as much of a slut as you are, Devlin." "That's me," Devlin said. "I go to sex parties and have wild sex with strange men every time." "Yeah, right. And I spent the night sleeping with the basketball team and the football team both." "Don't forget the Computer Club," Devlin said. "Yeah," Sue Ellen said, "can't forget them! Seriously, Sabrina, are the other girls still going on about that with you?" "Mostly not. That little talk I gave in Health Class kind of cleared a few things up." "I heard about that," Devlin said. "Sabrina told the girls about guys in the nude. Dispelled a few myths." "Oh?" "For one thing," Sabrina said, "their dicks hang in front of their legs, not between them. I've seen a few hundred, I should know. And the other thing is that after a while, you don't notice much. Oh, yeah, they have a dick, they're a guy, but that's it. And when you look at them in street clothes, you can't tell that they just spent the last week naked. "I get more questions about the other girls and the older women." "That seems ... odd." "Makes sense," Devlin said. "We're competitive bitches, and we're always comparing ourselves to other women. It's just at that resort everything is out there for everyone to see." "True. I never thought— Oh, here comes the bus." The bus turned the corner, and as she got on, Devlin thought about what Sabrina had said. The foursome at the mall; who would see them as naked swingers doing things that would shock her friends? Who would see her as a swinger? Of course that was the whole point. Appearances could be deceiving. That afternoon, after her mother had left for work, Devlin was doing the dishes at Sue and Danny's when Sue rolled up and gave Devlin a hug. "I'm pregnant," she announced. "You are? Congratulations! That's great!" She gave Sue a hug in return. "When's it due?" "It's going to be a Christmas baby. No wonder I felt out of sorts. If I had any feeling below the waist I would probably have known before this." Devlin did some counting. "That was during Spring Break when my mom and I were visiting my aunt." Sue chuckled. "Yeah, I think Danny missed your nightly get-togethers. He was certainly pretty randy that week. And look what happened." "You'll want me to keep him away, I suppose." "Oh, not really, but if you take his edge off, I certainly wouldn't mind. Men get all funny when they find out you're pregnant. A lot of them go walking around with their chests out as if they've done a great thing." Devlin laughed along with Sue. She'd heard that a few times. The woman was doing all of the work, but the men ... She teased Danny a little that evening when they were on the bed. "Good job," she said, kissing his cock. "You've put a baby in Sue's belly, and if I wasn't on birth control, you'd have done the same with mine." "We aim to please." "And you do." She stroked his cock until it came up. "And if you were a woman you'd know how much you please us with this thing." "I've gotten some hints from time to time." He moved his shoulders and then rubbed them. "Sorry about the scratches. I put mercurochrome on them, so they should be all right." "You should be. Get on your hands and knees, I don't want to risk getting my back scratched again tonight." She did, and moaned when she felt him enter her. The television was on in the corner of the room, though the sound was turned down. The early news was on, and there were ordinary people walking around in a camera shot. They cut back to the anchor, and Devlin wondered if anyone knew that the woman regularly attended parties at Emma's. Her pubic hair, trimmed in the shape of a heart, was darker than the hair on her head, though her large breasts were real. But if you hadn't seen her sucking a cock and fondling another while a third guy came all over her boobs, you wouldn't know it. She was wrong, she decided. She'd said she liked how she could have sex with men from all over. There was more to it than that. She also liked how it was a secret she shared with some people, and nobody could tell. Having a secret like that was special. She felt as if it set her and the others apart. About then Danny's thrust touched something deep inside her, driving all thought away in a flash of heat. Sex with other men, well, there was that. But the sex part was the most important. Like right now. She groaned again, clutching the bedspread as Danny's thrusts set her middle on fire. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2010-12-18 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------