Sex in the Sky

By now, their sassy admonitions had become boring and obnoxious. “You’d better not come to our campus to suck cock Uncle Blonde. The campus jocks there don’t like cocksuckers anywhere close to them. They kick the ass of anybody they suspect who is queer about other guys.”

“That’s right, Uncle Blonde! Short skinny guys have been put in the hospital just for being suspected of being queer. Turns out most o’ them were just underdeveloped nerds.”

“Fuck the both of you”, I retorted. “Your simple-minded campus hardly sounds like an objective bastion of tolerance, academic or otherwise. Anyone who pays tuition money to such a Neanderthalic institution is pissing it away.”

It was not my idea to be traveling cross-country with my cognitively challenged nephews. My meddling older sister imposed her inconvenient arrangements and now I was compelled to make a return visit to my aunt and uncle’s western ranch in the company of her like-minded, nosy, dim-witted student offspring. It seems the slackers lacked the industriousness to seek out summer jobs. When my plans for a two week sojourn to consult with my uncle about his ranching business became common knowledge in my family, my sister thought it would be constructive to have her boys tag along and “sit-in” to maybe learn something. The only thing I could think would be constructive, would be to gag them for the whole trip and insist they collect the horse manure for the fertilizer market. The older dolt, Todd was in his first year at graduate school as an MBA candidate. The younger, Jeb was a business major about to enter his junior year. They both attended a public sponsored university in a state that neighbored my Appalachian home. They both could care less about the curriculum and sought their major study because “that’s where the bucks are.” They carped on endlessly about professional and college sports statistics, although neither was sufficiently coordinated enough to even consider an athletic career on any level. I feared their presence at the ranch was going to crimp my opportunity for intense sexual reunion with my “buff” cowboy interest. At least I had to share little in the driving, as my sister’s spacious van served as the comfortable mode of transportation.

Occasionally the brothers’ behavior together on the drive surprised me and suggested a deeper fraternal bond than I might otherwise have suspected. When we traveled off the interstate to find a lunch spot, we passed a majestic log A-frame atop a wooded hill. They sat almost intimately close together, “cheek-to-cheek” as it were, to inspect the attractive home more carefully. When something else caught their eye at the side of the road that met their approval, they would often grasp and grope each other about the arms and shoulders in their enthusiasm. Until then, I had never thought our family especially “touchy feely”.

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Upon our arrival at the ranch, sure enough, they behaved obnoxiously about everything, always underfoot of everything that both the ranch hands and I needed to accomplish “Can’t you do something to carouse these ignorant assholes out o’ here, Blonde?”, one of them inquired with irritation.

“I will see if I can’t get my uncle to put them on shoveling horse shit detail”, I replied in wry frustration. Would that that were true. Instead, they were a drag in my efforts to revise the ranch’s computer management. They asked incessantly stupid questions and cracked dim-witted jokes in response to my resentful explanations. Speaking of resentment, I could read it on the face of my newly reunited interested man. Rather than encounter his dirty looks, I would rather see his expression of sensual overload as I fervently sucked on his irresistible cock.

“Why did you bring their sorry stupid asses out here with you?” The tone of his voice matched his facial body language. I explained the quandary I had been placed in. After all, they were just as much family members to my aunt and uncle as I. Bob and I somehow managed to arrange a short meeting alone in one of the stables late in the day, as my nephews had expressed a desire to watch some inane action/comedy “rerun” on cable. His mood changed as I daringly and confidently reached down and stroked the inside of his upper thigh, the object of my long yearnings instantly plumping and bulging against the tight fabric of Bob’s old fashioned close fitting jeans. He stretched his well defined taut limbs and torso to facilitate my studious unfastening of his stainless fly buttons. My impatient probing fingers felt the heat emanate to those sturdy trousers from the thick manly treasure that so hungrily anticipated an enthralling exposure. The pungent saucy aroma of his powerful excitement exhaled deeply from the opening flaps of the concealing garment, dizzily intensifying my own ardor for passionate contact. Reaching in and just feeling the velvety heated surface of the long prize I was about to grasp and pry out in to the open, I heard a shuffle at the barn door.

The noisy latch heralded a swinging door. “Uncle Blonde, if you’re in there, dinner’s ready and you know how Aunt Faith hates it when people are late at the dinner table.” My younger nephew’s nasal monotone couldn’t have been more unwelcome

“Predictable timing from that brain dead asshole”, I whispered. My partner in impending intimacy didn’t respond. In obvious disgust, he hurriedly buttoned up and prepared to leave.

During the next day, unnoticed by others, I managed to talk Bob into another attempt at a barnyard tryst. That night, I actually had his splendid succulent salami and his profuse pendulous balls withdrawn and aching for my purposeful intentions. My fingers were quivering with the joy at having this unequalled phallic profusion in my possessive grasp, once again. Zealously eager for a taste, I leaned forward for decisive contact with my salivating tongue and lips. Once again, our urges were thwarted by the noise of the squeaking hinges of the opening barn door. “Shit!!” Bob whispered in frustration to our scuttle to hide ourselves in an empty stall.

My entering nephews, so engrossed in their own inane babble, did not detect the rush to conceal ourselves. “Jeez, those ‘Baywatch’ chicks get me so horny and hard.”

“Yeah!”, responded Todd. “I always feel like I am going to bust a nut and cream my shorts right on the spot.”

“Well thanks for sharing the fantasy, Bro’. We can always pretend that one o’ them is working our puds.” Jeb swung around seemingly in search of something. “That hay pile looks comfortable.” The two sauntered to the edge of a small haystack situated just across from the stall where we hid. To our astonishment, in plain view of both of us through cracks in the stall gate, we could observe them unfastening and pull down their baggy shorts to reveal their slick ended hard cocks. They both sported roughly 7″ of cut meat. Todd’s had a relatively small dark red dickhead, but a vein bulging healthy girthed shaft. Jeb, by contrast, had a slender slightly curved shaft, but a blooming mushroom-like purple head. They both had a mature mat of dark brown man tuft wisping from the region of their organs, Todd eliciting a spare patch from his slightly low hung discernable nut sac.

Bob and I were stuck in a spell of silent hypnosis, entranced by imagining what might be their next motions. They kicked away their shorts and leaned into a sitting position on the stack.

“Hoo-hoo!”, chanted Jeb. “Wouldn’t it feel great if they came down on us on this stuff?” Todd was now manipulating his thick tool with three fingers and a thumb. As both started to pick up the pace of self-coitus. One must have issued a signal missed by my companion and I in surreptitious concealment. They suddenly switched off and the hands that were studiously stroking now reached over and grasped the manipulated dongs of each other. Stroking each other in gratuitous sex play, they both let loose moans of gratification in the sharply intensifying pleasure of the moment. The two reddening meats swelling even harder to the incessant pumping, they both seemed transfixed, as if the urgent motions of their fists and arms were somehow detached from the rest of them. Little muffled yells sounded from both their slightly gaping mouths as their bursting cocks reached the eruption point. We caught the scent of their seed as first one and shortly after, the other, spurted little squirts of their loads of jizz. I was determined to jolt the little pricks with a bad fright by revealing myself before the hand jobbers’ final orgasmic spasms ended their handiwork. I punched the stall door open and practically lunged at them.

“Uncle Blonde!”, one of them yelped with an almost guilt-ridden look of terror on their red faces. Sure enough, as they both leapt to their feet, they could not conceal their still bobbing seed-seeping cocks while crouching down to pull up their shorts.

“Well look what we got, here”, I crowed triumphantly. “Wouldn’t the heroic jocks of your campus be interested in watching just what went on here. What do they think of brothers who fiddle each other?”

“It ’s not what you think”, the younger one sheepishly piped up. “Besides why were you here with one of Uncle Raymond’s hands?”

“Nothing you aren’t already aware of, you perverted little hypocrite. Far be it for you two to be up front about what it is that turns you on.”

Bob soaked in this whole incident with obvious amusement. “Now don’t be so hard on your kin, Blonde.” He spoke with a sly “shit eating” grin the whole time. “That was a real nice show they put on. Looks like they might enjoy some fun times with us.”

Now Todd spoke up. “Fuck you! In your dreams, faggot”. His look of consternation, hostile as it was, was not convincing.

Bob feigned alarm and concern with a comical expression. “Oh, I wouldn’t be so ‘put out’ if I were you. I’m sure your Uncle knows a few buddies of you guys who might find your brotherly attentions real interesting. Of course, no one would need to know how it is you two get along so well, provided you get along with us just the way we want you to for the remainder of your stay here in the ‘wild wild west’. By now, Bob was beaming again and flashed me a wink at the conclusion of his proposition.

Of course, I caught the gist of his conversation. “Hmm, . . I remember Gregg Monsanto, the captain of the school track team lives right down the street from you guys.” I confirmed with confidence. The two “jerk-offs” were squirming with discomfort. We had them right where we wanted them and they were ripe for the plucking. “He doesn’t have to know anything about it if, for starters, you suck Bob’s dick, here and now, Jeb. Wait ’til you see the size of his awesome banana.”

Pretending not be worried, he tries to fend me off. “You’re bluffing, Uncle Blonde.”

I stand right up to him and look him straight in the eye, inches from his face. “Do you really want to take that chance, you obnoxious twerp. I know your school’s web-site. I know how to access the undergraduates’ profiles and e-mail addresses. Make me do that and make my day.”

For a minute, we just stood there. Finally, Jeb sheepishly nodding in Bob’s direction, asked, “well isn’t he going to pull it out?”

“Fuck no!!!”, I whined. “You do that. On your hands and knees, buddy. And, when he shoots, you swallow.” Bob leaned against the stall gate with his ever-present grin. He spread his legs open and thrust his hips out slightly in an exaggerated stance, letting out a low-pitched forced chuckle. His generous bulge was conspicuous to all and for the first time, I realized I was going to be envious of my nephew. The look of disgust on his face intensified as, on his knees, he realized he was going to have to struggle with Levi buttons to release the focused object of his coercion. The scent of Bob’s sex hit my nostrils as Jeb reached in the open fly to procure from concealment the ultimate manifestation of male desirability. My envy increased continuously almost to the point of maddening jealousy as almost all 8.5″ of the sweetly smoking sumptuous sausage was unleashed from binding concealment on proud display to all present company, gently handled and in the careful grasp of my not so disinterested younger nephew. His eyes widened to the circumference of silver dollars. His older brother standing next to me, let out a muffled gasp upon complete exposure. The expression on his face revealed a pique of apparent undistracted fascination.

In an instant, Jeb was upon him. Lips and tongue were embracing the well-sculpted elongated glans with a kiss of intent oral attentions. Evidently, strong suction and flailing tongue were working their way down the ruggedly veined shaft in what at first appeared an effort to fulfill a task quickly and get it over with. My nephews did not appreciate the experience of an old cocksucker they had in their uncle. Through personal experience and watching other masters over the years, I know when an oral server is being seduced by the throbbing and twitching organ he has given himself to. I could see the subtle ways he started to work the succulent meat in his mouth; the way he would artfully shift the cock from one place in oral location to another, pressing it now against one cheek, shift it now back to the entry of his throat, loving firm caresses by the tongue deep in the underside of his shaft to all around his pliant head. His mouth became a hungering sieve for the elegant pulsing flesh that livened so appreciatively to all the warm wet complex applications.

“I believe your skills run in the family, Blonde.” Bob was whispering loudly as he soothed himself in the delicious delirium focused on his pillar of pleasure. “I am going to squirt a hot load for this sucker to feed on. . . . . Any second, now!” True to form, Bob’s legs quivered, the veins of his neck stuck out, and he grinned a toothy wince as sultry orgasmic spasms flinched his body. I knelt down almost intimately next to my suckling nephew to take note of the movements of his neck and jaw. True to form, I was convinced he was feeding and swallowing his captive’s love offering as it spewed from the flinching fleshy faucet within his gripping mouth.

“You done your uncle proud.” I patted Jeb patronizingly on the shoulder as Bob was packing up and buttoning up. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Todd watched every careful detail of Bob’s ensuing flaccidity and the way he coiled his snake-like private back into careful privation.

“We both could see you liked it a lot, you pervert.”

“Fuck you Todd”, Jeb protested. “You seem to enjoy yourself when you suck my dick.”

A look of surprised outrage crossed Todd’s face. “Shut the fuck up, you big-mouthed twerp. Just wait ’til the next time your horny ass wants my cock reaming you up there. I am going to shove something up it so you will never be able shit again, let alone get fucked.”

Bob and I stepped in as the two nearly came to aggressive blows. “Cool down boys.” Bob sounded genuinely conciliatory. “Judging from your confessions, there is no reason on God’s green earth that any of us should be fightin’ with the other. God damn, but we can get together and enjoy some fun and good times. Your Uncle Raymond wants me to take two horses to a distant trail. We can make a camping trip of it.”

This was the first I had heard of this. I later learned that my uncle had two skittish horses that were gentle with humans but intimidated by the other stallions. He had learned from experience that the best solution to such a problem was to have the steeds in question treated to a change in scenery.

Bob’s general disposition improved notably for the next two days before we set off.

He would beam whenever he saw me. He especially had reason to when the next evening I was finally able to savor his tantalizing tool to a tempestuous triumph of climactic release, relishing every drop of his salty spunk, without the potential for irksome interruption. He would wink and smile whenever he encountered either of my nephews. They on the other hand would avoid looking either of us in the eye. In fact, they seemed to deliberately avoid us. I was now able to pursue my tasks on behalf of my uncle unperturbed and in peace.

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“Hooeee, we’re going to have us some ggooooooddd times!” Bob whelped as he drove my uncle’s station wagon with the horse trailer in the back. My nephews just skulked in the back. “Now don’t be like that. You can always lie and tell your ‘college boy’ friends you hooked up with some sweet cow girls on your trip west, . . . . provided you comply with your uncle’s and my fun time activities. After all, sounds to me like you two have your own real ‘close and personal’ fraternity. You’d just be adding a couple new ‘brothers’ for a while.” He winked at me with his ever-present grin. “Did you guys know how much your Uncle Blonde loves my cock. It’s a struggle for him to keep his hands off my member, hard or soft. . . . Yep, it was your uncle who taught me about the fun guys can have with each other. Now, I’m always looking for like-minded boys, like you two. . . . Oh! I almost forgot to tell you, Blonde. I found that swimming hole I’d promised you. That’s why we’re driving further out to a state preserve and not the national forest. They have better horse trails there, anyway. I’ve decided the first thing we are going to do is unload at a discreet camping spot and lead the horses straight to the swimming spot.” He nudged me before he continued. “There’s no need for swim trunks since there is hardly anybody there on weekdays, anyway.” He quickly turned his head to the back seat. “You boys got respectable builds. I’m sure you could care less if strangers come up on you naked.”

As usual there was no response from the morose twosome, just a low moan from one of them.

“When your Uncle Blonde pulls down his pants, he’ll be sportin’ a leaking boner. That’s how happy he’ll be to see me naked again.” He let out his familiar silly giggle and playfully punched me on the shoulder. I just smiled and said nothing. Of course, he was right. I was already achingly hard in the car just thinking about our nude frolic.

“This I’ve got to see:. . . . Uncle Blonde naked with a boner!” Jeb spoke with that sassy tone.

Bob silenced him again. “Hell, you little nerd, before this trip is over, we’ll be looking at hardly nothing but each others hard cocks.” He shot him a menacing grimace via the rear view mirror. “Don’t you think I won’t inspect yours real careful. . . And that won’t be the only naked thing you got I ‘ll inspect real close.” All the vehicle passengers were quiet for the remainder of the drive.

In another gorgeous park, our campsite was discreet and well shaded. We unpacked and helped Bob unload the gentle horses and stirrup them only to lead them, not bothering with the saddles. We would not bother to pitch camp until after we set out on our first trails. The first trail was narrow and bordered by tall spruces. I was surprised when we reached a beach that turned out to be an inset cove of a much larger lake. Bob had brought corralling rope with him to secure the horses with trees, but leave them enough leeway at water’s edge. He then sat down on the sand and started to remove his boots. He stopped to see the three of us just watching him. “What’s the matter with your family? Are you easterners that bashful? Do I have to say it? Strip!! Get naked!! We can’t enjoy the swimming if we all don’t get bare assed.” We did as we were told. I realized my nephews had well toned legs, but I did not realize what good definition they had in their hairless chests and abs until they took their shirts off. When I peeled away my briefs to free my hard cock, it was not just on Bob’s account that I had been so stimulated.

The secret weapon was Viagra! My uncle had given my one pill at the beginning of the summer, along with a wink and a little advice. He said that it was good for staying power, which everyone knew, but it was also good for control. He knew that a guy like me might have a little trouble with premature ejaculation, so he gave me this one sample pill to see how I liked it. I thought I would never use it, but tonight I needed the staying power if I was going to keep pace with this girl and her hand jobs.

I swallowed the pill, and cleaned up. Then I soaked a couple of washrags in hot water, and squeezed them dry for Elle.

When I went back to the bedroom, Elle was standing up facing me. I froze in my tracks to see what she was up to. Looking in my eyes, she reached down to the hem of her dress, and without revealing anything; she slowly reached up to her panties and slid them off her legs. She stood there smiling at me with her panties in one hand.

My first thought was how hot that was. My second thought was how curious it was that such a small pair of cute panties could fit around such a large fine ass. I walked over to her and grabbed the panties with my teeth, shaking them and growling like a dog. I kissed her, and then I took her hands and cleaned them with one of the hot washrags. She remarked how good the warm cloth felt, so I continued on up her arms, and she moaned her approval.

I pulled her back to the bed with me, and told her to relax on her stomach. As I laid sideways to her, I took the warm washrags, and massaged her neck and upper back as she groaned in pleasure. Then, on my knees, I went down to her perfectly tanned calves, half massaging and half caressing up the back of her legs.

As I got to the back of her thighs, she slightly spread her legs, and that’s when I groaned. I had one wash cloth in each hand as I went up under her dress to caress the back of her upper thighs, and finally I went on up to her waiting buttocks.

In the process, the dress lifted up and I was treated to the sight of Elle’s beautiful back side. Her buttocks were shaped like two drops of water. They were large, but firm with soft muscle underneath the skin.

Then, I went for the Promised Land. With one of the wash cloths, I slowly moved it down one buttock to between her thighs, and pushed it up against her vagina, which was still hidden from my view. As I had hoped, Elle moaned and moved her bottom against my hand.

I just had to get my bare hands on this. Elle stayed on her stomach as I started caressing her buttocks with my bare hands. I went up her back some, but the dress restricted how far I could go, so I raised it up some more, and Elle lifted herself up to help.

Now I could see the beautiful shape of a trim woman with a terrific ass. I could see the outline of her ribs, and her waist was very trim. Then her hips flared out in a perfect curve, with her butt naturally high up in the air.

I began to do a real massage on her back, starting at her buttocks, and going up her spine. The dress was still in the way, and we hurriedly pulled it over her head and off. I straddled her legs to continue the massage, as I gloried in the thought that now we were both totally naked.

I moved the massage down her back again, over her buttocks, and to her thighs and calves. Each time I was near her buttocks, she would raise her ass up slightly and moan. I moved my hands up the inside of her thighs, and again she spread her legs slightly.

This time I moved my bare hand up to the point of the “factory air”, and pressed my fingers against her moist vagina. Elle really groaned this time, lifting her ass up even higher. I began to stroke her clitoris, and she made sure to give me room to reach it.

I wanted better access, so I pushed Elle’s hip to turn her on her back. I intended to move my face up toward hers, but she had other thoughts as she grabbed my penis. She wasn’t going to let my penis get too close to that vagina.

I got a brief look at her abdominal muscles and her high cone-shaped tits before I concentrated on inspecting her vagina, which was now at my face. Although the hair on her head was naturally a very light brown that often passed for blond, her vaginal hair was dark brown. It was not very thick, and she apparently shaved just enough around the edges so that it would not show when wearing tennis panties.

I stroked her clitoris for a while, and then decided to find that G-spot. I easily inserted my finger deep in her vagina as she moaned and arched up against me. Then I withdrew it just enough to start looking for the right area, “Tell me when I find your G-spot.”

“You’re close. You’re close! Oh, I think that’s about right!” I could feel a slight fold of skin just inside her vagina, and I started stroking. Since my face was so close anyway, I decided to work on her clitoris with my tongue at the same time. Elle froze at first tongue contact, then groaned and moved her hips around in approval.

Elle had begun to stroke my very hard erection and it felt good, but I was mostly concentrating on her vagina. She groaned, “Oh, your doing a good job on that G-spot.” This gave me renewed energy and enthusiasm. As she breathed faster, I increased the pressure and speed of my strokes. The speed got pretty intense for about two minutes when she arched against my face with a loud, “Uuuhhhh!” I could feel her vagina throbbing on its own, and a small amount of warm fluid passed across my fingertips.

As Elle’s breathing started to return to normal, I kind of wanted to hug and kiss her face to face, but she still had a firm grip on my hard-on. She pushed me onto my back, and straddled my stomach, facing away from me. “Let’s do something about this fella,” she said as she took command of my penis. “That sounds like a good plan to me.”

Elle began stroking me, with her crotch near my penis, as I began to knead her butt. As she would stroke me, she would sometimes let the head of my penis touch the hair above her vagina. After a while, she scooted toward my penis, and my dick was constantly touching hair as she stroked, which was very exciting. She turned around and looked at me smiling and flush-faced, “This is fun!” And I agreed with her.

Elle scooted toward my penis again, and now she was obviously using the shaft of my dick to stroke her clitoris, while she stroked me. Then she hesitated. I wondered if something was wrong. She lifted up on her knees, and with her back to me, I not only got a good look at her bare “factory air”, but also the protruding vaginal hair to add to the view.

Elle held my penis straight up, and then lowered herself just so that the tip of my penis was touching the wet entrance of her vagina. My hands automatically went to her waist. The thought occurred to me that this might be how she played with her dildo. She froze her own body, and just moved my penis around her opening, then up against her clitoris. She turned her head around to give me a shy little giggle, then faced forward again.

Almost imperceptibly, Elle began moving up and down against the head of my penis, holding it in position with one hand, and stroking a breast with the other. My hands stayed on her waist, and I tried to just move with her even though I was dying to pull her down on my aching dick. Every now and then she would move my penis forward and against her clitoris, and move up and down a little more for better stimulation. At those times, I let myself grip her waist and pull her down, somewhat. Finally she began to keep my penis at her opening, which was very wet by that time. Instead of stroking her breast, she used her free hand to stroke her clitoris.

I began to have hope that I might get in there. Elle hesitated again, as if she was thinking, and she pulled upward on my dick, as she sat down a little bit. I gave out a loud groan as the head of my penis found a home! It was just inside her vagina, and she started moving up and down again. I think she was trying to stimulate her G-spot with the head of my penis.

My hands began to tremble a little bit as I tugged on her waist, but only slightly. She was in total control as she stopped for a full five seconds thinking, and then sat down a couple of inches. She was no longer stroking her clitoris. She had made the decision to really lose her virginity, and it was only a matter of a few minutes before I would be all the way in.

Very carefully, Elle rose up and came back down again to the same place. I began to knead her ass again, spreading her cheeks slightly on the down strokes. She went up and down very slowly, but each down move was a little lower. As she got close to fully sitting down on me, I grabbed her waist again and started to pull slightly as she came down. Eventually, on the down-strokes, I could feel her ass just barely touch against my hips, and finally on one trip down, I was able to fully push up into her as we both groaned in pleasure.

Normally, I might be fighting back an orgasm at this point, but between the previous ejaculations and the Viagra, I was simply intent on fucking. Elle began to go up and down at a slow pace. She seemed to like bending forward and seeing my penis going slowly into her pussy. With anticipation building up in me, I sat up slightly whispering in her ear, “Let’s do something a little different.” Without ever dislodging my penis, I got her to lift up a little bit, and I managed to get behind her doggy style with my hands on her hips.

As soon as we were positioned on the bed with her on all fours and me on my knees behind her, I let loose with about five rapid bumps into her, which shook both of us and the bed. Her voice trembled as she let out a long, “ooooo…ooooo…ooooo.” I didn’t go deep because there seemed to be resistance there, and I didn’t want to hurt her, but it was very nice to be in a position where I could be active.

Then I slowed the pace back down, making long strokes that would bring my penis almost to her opening, and slowly going back in until I felt resistance. While we did this, my brain cleared enough that I was able to get a good look at Elle from this vantage point. My hands were on her soft but muscular buttocks and hips. Even with her bent over, I could admire that she was so trim that the base of her spine was boney, with glute muscles on either side. She had an hourglass shape even from the back, and as we moved together, I could see the muscles in her back move slightly under her skin. I could also barely see that her tits were bouncing with our movements, and I wanted to get my hands on them, but I just couldn’t have everything I wanted at once.

Elle started to move with me, and was pushing back against me as we came together each time. I took that to mean that I could push a little further, so I began to clinch my butt and pull on her hips to get a little deeper each time. “Ahhhh!” was Elle’s reaction each time. Then when I was going as deep as I could, I began to wiggle my hips and really grind into her with each stroke. She responded with the, “Ahhhh,” and a wiggle of her own hips in response.

This slow tempo was beginning to build a need in me to speed things up. It was clear that she was now used to some deep thrusting, so on one stroke instead of slow and steady, I popped my hips fast against her buttocks, which made a slapping sound and shook the bed. “Ohhhh,” she said. I did a few slow steady strokes then another fast pop against her bottom, and got another, “Ohhhh.” It didn’t take long before I was at full speed and popping her ass on every stroke, with her saying, “Oh, Oh, Oh”.

At this pace, I started to wear out a little bit, and I decided to see about working on her clitoris. I bent down so that my upper body rested on her back, and I reached around to massage her clitoris, “Ahhhhh!” I couldn’t get as deep like this, but she obviously enjoyed the clitoral stimulation. After a while, she placed one of her hands on her clitoris, replacing mine. I responded by moving both of my hands up to her bouncing breasts. Again she gave me an, “Ahhhh!”

Elle seemed to really like this. But, my weight was on her, and she only had one arm for support since her other hand was frantically working her clitoris. We began to slip around on the sheets until she bent forward and lowered her shoulders to the bed for more support. I was still able to massage her tits, and she was really speeding up on her clitoris, when finally she came, “Ahhhh!…Ahhhhh!…Ahhhh!”, as she bucked her body back against me and I ground my dick as far into her as I could. We slid down on the bed so that my rock hard dick was still buried in her. We were laying face down as she started to regain her breath.

Elle spoke, even though she was still breathing hard, “Would you like to get on top?” Boy would I! Even though I did not like the idea of taking my dick out of its nice warm shelter, I withdrew, and Elle hurriedly flipped over and spread her legs for me. She was a beautiful sight. She had a very slight sheen of perspiration on her perfect skin. Her breathing made her stomach and torso move up and down. Her face was flushed with naturally red lips as she looked down at my dick with anticipation. Her breasts were set high on her chest, shaped like cones with very erect nipples on top. But her waist and hips really got my attention just because her body was so beautiful and her loins were so ready and inviting.

I crawled into position and lowered my chest until I could feel her soft tits wiggle against me. I felt my stomach against hers, and then I felt the head of my penis move through the air to immediately contact her wet opening. We both flinched at the intense contact, and then I pushed.

This was the third pussy my dick had felt that night, and I was reminded of Goldilocks and the Three Bears, ‘And this pussy feels juuuust right!’ I slid in her moist channel half way, easily, and yet it was still nice and snug. We both groaned in unison. I pulled back a little, and then I slowly went as deep as I could, pulling on her shoulders and clinching every muscle in my back, butt, and legs in the process. Both of us said, “Ahhhhhhhh!” I knew I would not last long in this position.

Elle squirmed beneath me, pulling her knees up along my sides so that her calves caressed me, and hugging me with her hands on my back. I drew back and steadily plunged in again, and then again. I was aware of the feel of her breasts moving against my chest, and I bent down to take one into my mouth while I continued to piston in and out. Elle almost had a pained look on her face saying, “Ohhhhh,” arching her back toward me, and pulling my head against her bosom.

I began to increase the pace of my movements, and Elle pushed and pulled with me. I French kissed her as I moved my hands down to her buttocks. My balls started to have that feeling, and I had no intention of holding back. My thrusts began to have more force behind them, as I pulled her buttocks apart with each stroke. Then I could feel it coming; I thrusted repeatedly as fast as I could, and then pushed deep and exploded with an, “Unghhhhhh.” I was almost frozen in position, but managed small strokes, trying to get as deep as possible. Elle pushed back against me by hugging me with arms and legs.

We stayed in this position, and then slowly began to relax. It dawned on me that the weight of my chest on hers might make it hard for her to breathe, so I groggily pulled my arms up to rest my weight on my elbows. When I did, Elle was smiling and looking directly into my eyes saying, “That was a lot better than the dildo!”

I burst into a soft laugh, “You’re welcome, and thank you too.”

My penis was getting soft, but it was still in there. Elle said, “Relax for a second.” I took my weight off of my elbows, and gently collapsed on her. She gripped her hands behind my back, threw her head back and squeezed hard. My back cracked again in a couple of places, and I was totally spent.

After a while, I asked if I could try to give her a back crack. We rolled over, and both of us snickered as my penis slid out. She lay between my legs as I gripped behind her back, waited for her to relax, and gave her an increasingly hard squeeze until her back cracked. We smiled and kissed, and then she suggested we go get something to eat and drink.

We each freshened up in the bathroom, dressed, and then hesitated before entering the living room. I gathered her up in my arms, looked into her eyes, and kissed her. “I don’t know what to say about our facing the others, but being with you tonight has been wonderful.” I was a little worried that might come across as a lame comment, but she seemed to accept it as genuine, which it was.

I rolled onto my side, and she fell to her back. We were both breathing heavily. I began to kiss her affectionately. The excuses were flying through my brain: if there had been light in the room I would have been reminded of who I was with and I wouldn’t have gone this far; we are both still wearing some clothes; the darkness is kind of like clothes since we cannot really see each other. These were some pretty pitiful excuses.

I let my hand rest on her bare stomach as I spoke, “I’m sorry if that was too much for you. I really only intended to kiss you a little bit. But somehow in this darkness I got a little carried away.”

“Could it be that it is dawning on you that I am a woman, and not a little girl?”

My hand started moving across her stomach, “You have a good point there. And certainly you’re a woman here in the dark.”

“Watch out with comments like that! I’m a woman in the light and in the dark.”

I let my hand follow the outside of her hip, down across her panties to the outside of her thigh, “Please don’t hit me again. I know you’re a woman, and the rest of my body certainly knows you’re a woman.”

“Did you really enjoy that? It wasn’t too frustrating for you?”

Her knee was bent and above her other leg. I traced my fingertips across her bent knee and inside her thigh all the way up to her panties. She took in a quick breath as I traced my fingers along her panty line as if I was headed for her vagina, then moved back to the outside of her hip, and said, “Oh don’t worry about me. That was actually pretty fantastic.”

“Tell me what you liked about it.”

I let my hand travel across her stomach headed for her far breast. She tensed up as I reached the fabric of her bra, then I moved my fingertips to the point just between her breasts. I moved my hand upward, feeling the swell of both breasts, and moved on to caress her neck. I kissed her waiting lips, with my hand on her neck, and then, “I loved that you were so sweet to try and smooth over the rest of the group’s conflicts.”

I moved my hand back down, but this time I grazed my fingertips directly across her far breast. Her heels jerked up off the mattress and fell back again in surprise. “I loved that you brought me in here, not because it will help the situation out there, but because this made it a night to remember.” She sighed in appreciation of that comment.

I dragged my fingertips down to her belly button, casually exploring the depths. Then I lightly moved down over her panties, almost to her opening. She took in a breath in anticipation. At this point I turned the path to her near thigh which was laying flat on the bed. “I loved that you would not let me get away with considering you a little girl.”

I kissed her deeply and she kissed me back. I moved my hand up the inside of her thigh until it touched the crotch of her panties. She flinched slightly, but then opened her thighs a little, “I love the way you look, once I began to see you as a woman.”

I circled my hand around her opening, being careful not to touch her clitoris. Then I moved my hand back up her stomach to her bra, and I lightly ran my hand over both breasts. Her chest rose and fell swiftly with the sensation. I began to knead her breasts through her bra, “I love that you have very round breasts and buttocks.”

With my other arm I rolled her slightly toward me, then reached around to unclasp her bra in the back. She was a little hesitant and awkward at helping me take the bra off of her shoulders. I set it aside, and brought my fingers across her back to rest on her bosom, “In fact, I love that your breasts not only don’t sag, they seem to defy gravity.”

Her nipple hardened as I worked the smooth warm flesh, and I kissed her again, making sure to have my chest touch her bare tits, “I love that you are a relaxed and willing kisser.”

I moved my hand down her stomach to her panties, but this time I let my fingers go inside the elastic. I moved my hand over toward one leg, feeling wispy hair in the process. She moved her thighs even further apart, and I placed my fingertips on her clitoris. I began to slowly stroke her clitoris, marveling again at the wetness that felt like water. She moved her hips up and down in time with my finger movements, then she tensed up and arched her body upward, “Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh!”

I asked, “What was that?”

“I had an orgasm.”

“Do you realize that’s very quick?”

“Yes, I have an easy time having an orgasm. Is that bad?”

“Not at all. The rest of the women on the planet would envy you.”

My hand was still at her clitoris, but I had stopped moving my fingers. She moved her crotch up toward me hinting for more activity. I decided to try for the G-spot, “I love that you have an easy orgasm.”

I moved my fingers down and inserted my middle finger in her vagina. I only tried to insert the one finger, her opening was almost non-existent she was so tight. She had plenty of moisture, but I had to search around to verify that I had the right spot. She groaned as I slipped one finger into her vagina, “I love that you have a very tight vagina.”

“I do?”

“Yes sweet thing, you do, and it is very exciting.”

I began the search for the G-spot. I finally found what was the best candidate, “Is this your G-spot?”

“I don’t know, but maybe. It feels a lot better when you touch it than when I do.”

I started to stroke the spot, and she said, “You know, I think that might be it, because it’s beginning to feel pretty good.”

She started to move her hips up and down, and I just worked the G-spot. It was still a very tight fit for even the one finger, and I did not even attempt to go any further in than that.

I stroked her G-spot a couple of minutes, when she did something that surprised me. She casually reached over and touched my penis through my thin shorts. I continued stroking her, as she explored the outline of my penis. With that, I rolled onto my back, unfastening the shorts and took them off. When I turned back to Becky, she was more than ready to continue her exploration of my penis.

I started to try and get back to her G-spot at the same time, but it was tough the way our bodies were positioned. Becky rolled toward me and placed the head of my penis at her panty clad vagina.

I let out a long groan, allowing a few seconds for the rest of my resolve to leave. I rolled over on top of her and between her legs. She still had my penis in her hand, with the head positioned at her vagina. We began to dry hump, but this time, the only thing between us was her thin underwear. I could feel the dampness and even the shape of her opening. I was swimming in the feel of her naked legs and torso. My chest was on top of her very comfortable breasts. I kissed her passionately, and I lowered my mouth to a breast, licking the nipple.

Becky seemed to enjoy all of this, but she was really intent on the dry humping, as she had been before, except that this time it wasn’t very dry. Her panties were soaked, and it felt like the head of my penis was touching skin. She had her arms up under mine, and her hands were gripping the top of my shoulders. She was using this grip to push and pull me as I pushed against her panty clad opening.

I reached down with both hands to hold onto her butt. I reached into the panties and gripped both round bare buttocks. Her moisture had made it to the bottom of her crack, and again I was impressed with how watery it felt to run my hands over her ass. I reached down, hoping to reach her vagina from behind, while my penis was pressing against it from the front.

With all of the activity down there, one leg of her panties started to creep to one side. I could tell from her movements that she knew it, and wondered if I knew she was partially exposed to the head of my penis. She kept pushing against me, and I kept pushing back and kneading her bare buttocks.

The crotch of the panties had moved aside enough that my penis was now against her bare opening. We both stopped the frantic thrusting, as I slowly pressed. The blood was pounding in my skull. I pulled on her ass and pushed at her wet opening. I still could not get in, but I sensed a fraction of an inch of progress inward. We both knew I was close to getting in.

I pulled her ass cheeks apart, and pushed again. This time the head of my penis penetrated, but there was still a lot of resistance, and it was very tight down there.

Becky said, almost to herself, “I’m scared.”

I realized she had quit her movements, and I was the only one pushing. I backed away so that the head of my penis was still against her opening, but without pressure. I kissed her affectionately, but she was tense. I said, “Don’t worry sweet thing. We’ll stop right here.” As my body screamed in torment, I scooted lower, resting my face on her stomach and hugging her hips. When my physical needs calmed down some, I moved over to the side of her and lay on my back. I placed an arm under her head and far shoulder, and curled her to me. She cuddled up to my side as I kissed her on the forehead. She rested her head on my shoulder, and placed her top knee over my thigh.

Becky said, “I’m sorry, but this is about a hundred times more than I have ever done before.” We were both still breathing pretty hard, but we were calming down.

“I’m the one who should be sorry. But to tell you the truth, I’m only sorry if I’ve hurt you in any way.” I said this as I lightly touched her face and stroked her hair.

She replied, “Well I don’t think so. I was very much participating until the end when I got scared. Thanks for understanding.” Becky leaned her head upward, kissing me. At the same time, her tits pushed up against the side of my torso, her moist panty clad pussy touched my thigh, and her knee touched my still throbbing erection.

Becky hesitated when she felt my hard penis, and I could sense her thinking about it. She reached over and lightly touched my chest, ran her fingers down to touch my thighs, and then brought them up to explore my erection. She gently felt me for a couple of minutes, mostly investigating the penis and testicles, and surrounding areas. It did not seem to occur to her that a handjob might be nice, and I was considering teaching her.

I was lightly running my hand over her back as she was doing her research on my penis. At some point I let my fingernails drag across the skin on her back. She immediately bowed her back toward my fingernails, and slowed down her attention to my genitals. In response, I dragged the nails a little harder across her back, and she moaned in pleasure. This was new to me, she seemed to be getting sensual pleasure from a back scratch.

She lost interest in me as I hugged her to my side and began to really work on her back scratch. In the darkness, her tits were up against me, and it occurred to me that I would like to see them in the light sometime. The only piece of clothing remaining between the two of us were her panties. Meanwhile she was really enjoying the back scratch, curling up to me with her entire body including her crotch against my thigh. With both hands, I lowered my scratching to her bottom, and she seemed to like that too. Her hand returned to lightly stroking my penis.

I gently rolled her onto her back, and started to lightly scratch across her collar bone area to the top swell of her breasts. Down below, I was looking for some place to press my hardon, so I pushed against the side of her hip. Meanwhile, I scratched my fingernails across her trim stomach, and she flinched, so I moved on to scratch her legs and thighs, which she seemed to like better.

In the process of my pushing my groin against her, she rolled up her hip, and I was able to press my erection into her nice round bottom. I pressed a couple of times, and she pressed back against me with her panty clad buttock. Then with her butt toward me, she draped a leg over me and pressed her genital area toward me.

I didn’t need much encouragement. From the back, it took my penis a few thrusts to find the wet spot on her panties, and when it did she groaned and pushed back against me.

I was sort of on my side facing her, and she was basically on her back but with her hip rolled up so that I could thrust toward her vagina from behind. I forgot all about the scratching and started stroking her breasts, which seemed larger and more erect each time I felt them. She was into the dry humping again, just from a different direction, and she was enthusiastic. Her leg was still resting on me, but she was able to reach over to my hip to pull on me as I pushed.

I lowered my hand from her breast and placed it inside her panties. It was invigorating to feel the sparse hair around her vagina. I went straight for her nice and wet clitoris, while we continued our rhythm of pumping against each other. I stroked for about 60 seconds when she started humping against me hard and fast, and then stiffened with, “Ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh!”

We slowed a little bit, but she seemed to want to keep on. Sometime near her orgasm, her underwear had moved over again, and my penis was near her bare pussy opening. We pushed very lightly against each other, enjoying the sensation.

I think Becky could tell that this position gave her pretty good control over how we progressed, she could just roll her hip one way or the other. She was very wet, like water of course, and she gently pushed a little harder against me. The head of my penis went past her opening!

What a tight and hot pussy! I just braced myself without trying to get further, hoping she wanted more. We stayed still with the head of my dick just inside her pussy opening for what seemed like a long time. Then she moved away so that my penis was just barely touching, and pushed back against me again.

This time, the head went in plus a little more. The inside of her vagina was not only warm, but it was hot. I began to lightly stroke her groin area from her front side, as we both prepared for another push. This time I did more than just hold still, I pulled back a fraction of an inch, and then very slowly eased back in to about the same depth, just barely inside that tight channel. This seemed to be good enough for her, and we started a very slow cadence of going in and out, but only just barely inside her.

I began to stroke her clitoris again. She was physically hot, and pushing against me without going deeper. As I stroked her clitoris some more, I could tell she was becoming aware of both sensations, the penis at her vagina and the stroking of her clitoris. Incredibly, she began to ramp up for another orgasm, while we continued going slightly in and out.

“Ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh!” But this time, instead of stiffening up she pushed back against me and I went a little deeper. She didn’t miss a beat. We still went in and out, but to a new depth, which still was not very deep at all. But it was deep enough to feel real good to me, and apparently to her too.

Without saying anything, she suddenly rolled away from me, dislodging my penis. She reached down and pulled her panties off down her legs. Then she reached over to me and pulled me on top of her and between her legs. Her legs spread open to almost a full split, giving me full access to her dripping vagina. I moved into position, lowering my chest to her full bosom, and kissing her.

The head of my penis went straight to the target, and I pressed just slightly against her opening. I knew the going would be a little easier this time, and it was. My penis slid in slowly and fairly easily, but not any further than before. Becky let out a long loud moan of pleasure. I could already feel my testicles churning for release, but at least I knew I wouldn’t lose it until I was all the way in, which might not happen in her case.

She was still very tight, but the good news was that it felt incredibly good. I withdrew to just inside her opening, and pushed slowly in again. This time Becky had her hands on my ass encouraging me. I began an in and out routine in this position, and Becky was responding to me by pulling with her hands and pushing her vagina toward me. I had my hands up under her buttocks, pulling them apart as I went in each time. I noticed that her buttocks were very wet, and her legs were still spread wide apart in a split.

Eventually we started getting me slightly deeper. I began to realize that she did not want to stop at this point just inside her opening, she wanted me all the way in. I pumped a few more times to the same depth, and then with each stroke I went slightly deeper, while she pulled and pushed.

I kissed Becky and said, “I’m sorry, but I’m not going to last very long like this.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m new at this, so I won’t know the difference.”

This girl had a good sense of humor. With that I started to go in, and even though it was tight, I was getting there. Becky continued to push against me, and with a few hip thrusts more I was close. I was close to getting in, but I was also close to losing all control. Becky started going, “Oh, oh, oh…” with each thrust. Then everything came together. I slid the rest of the way in as my balls churned semen up into her. I pulled hard on her butt, and I clenched my own butt to get as deep as possible.

“Oh, oh, oo, oo … God DAMN THAT HURTS! GET OFF OF MEEEEE!” She shoved me down and tensed up with her hands at her crotch, “SHIT, SHIT, SHEEEIT!!” I was confused at first, and I continued to ejaculate on the two of us as my body and emotions adjusted to the change. Then my brain cleared enough that I remembered this is her first time to have sex and of course it caused her pain. After a bit she began to calm down.

I came up beside her on the bed and tried to comfort her. She didn’t pay attention to me at first. But as the pain subsided, she scooted over to me and cuddled. After a while of breathing normally, she said, “Now I have proof that I’m not a little girl.”

That was funny, but I was careful about laughing until I heard her giggle in the darkness, and I joined her saying, “You proved it to me several times tonight.”

We kissed a little bit, and then she said she wanted to join the party. We got dressed in the dark, then turned the light back on. She showed me a bright red spot of blood on her panties before placing them in her purse. I never had seen her without clothes. We each went to the adjoining bathroom and freshened up.

As we prepared to go back to the party, I commented to Becky that as of tonight, she was the most special woman in my life. However, before we left the privacy of the bedroom I had an announcement for her. I stood on the bed as if I was on a stage, “By the powers vested in me, I attest and proclaim that Becky entered this room a girl, not a little girl, but a girl just the same. She will now leave the room a woman. She may not be a totally sexually satisfied woman, but a woman just the same.” Becky clapped her hands in appreciation, and I jumped down to open the door to the waiting party.