Author’s Note: This is a serial novel. It mixes actual experiences, fantasies, and outright lunacy. It is not a quick lurk-and-jerk. I believe in a slow build, in order to have a better payoff at the end. (Like Sting, I’m Tantric…). I plan to release a new chapter every week. Hopefully the response will be good! Enjoy.
Chapter 35
The moment was magical. It was late evening, and the sun had gone below the surface of the sea, momentarily producing a spectacular light show. It was lost on the four of us, however, as we were so focused on each other’s bodies it could have been snowing on the horizon for all we cared. Stars were already visible in the clear tropical air, even before the sky had darkened into its usual inky black. Frogs and insects peeped and chirped in the jungle, and the soft susurration of the waves breaking on the sandy shore kept up a soothing rhythm that utterly failed to slow our beating hearts.
Peter was the last one to get undressed, hypnotized as he was by the two beautiful nude bodies in front of him (not counting my less-beautiful one). Finally he shook himself out of his torpor, and slid his jockies off carefully, disentangling his stiff penis from the fabric as it slid over his pale hips.
Now it was Alyssa’s turn to stare, as this was the first penis other than mine she had ever seen. Even Janie studied his young manhood avidly, and I remembered how much she liked young cock. He sported a nice little woody, probably five inches long. It was circumcised and shone bright pink as it erupted from the tuft of sandy hair at its base. His balls were pulled high, his scrotum tightened up in nervousness into a little wrinkled knot.
Time stood still as we all sat there, staring at each other, until Janie finally broke the ice.
“That’s a lovely peter, Peter,” she said with a smile, making him blush and Alyssa giggle. “Can I get a closer look?” He nodded bashfully, cheeks flaming. “Why don’t you stand up?”
The trembling boy did so, stepping closer to her, his jutting prick now at eye level for Janie.
“Have you ever been naked in front of a girl before?” she asked him gently.
“N-no,” he stuttered. “My friends and I went skinny dipping in a creek once, and Donny’s sister came by and tried to spy on us. We threw mud at her until she left, and I don’t think she saw anything. I kind of wished she had, though.” He looked sheepish. “I had a really, uh, strong dream that night where she made me get out of the water and stand in front of her and I did, and then she took off her clothes, too….” He trailed off, gulping, as Janie’s hand caressed his ass lightly. “But it never really happened,” he squeaked.
“Would you like a closer look at my body?” she asked him, and he nodded mutely. She rose gracefully and stood in front of him. She was slightly taller than he was, and I could tell he was trying not to stare at her tits as she planted them just a foot away from his eyes. “It’s OK. You can look at me all you want.”
He gulped again as his eyes raked her body hungrily, pausing at her succulent boobs, nipples stiff and proud on the tanned flesh, and after traversing her flat, muscular stomach, coming to rest on the brown curls between her shapely legs. An indulgent smile rested on Janie’s lips as he drank in her body like a man in a desert presented with a slurpee.
“You’re really pretty,” he managed to say, finally. “I mean, I knew you were good looking from class, and I’ve seen how well you look in your uniform…not that I was staring at you in class, but….” He ran down, not knowing how to say what he was feeling without embarrassing himself.
“I’m glad you like looking at my body. I try to keep it in good shape. Would you like to touch me?” Peter’s eyes were huge as he nodded yes tentatively. Janie grasped his hands and placed them on her shoulders. Her hands rested on the backs of his as she slowly moved them down her chest and pressed them to her breasts. She left them there, removing her hands and letting the boy feel her up. He looked like he was in heaven, holding those firm mounds in his trembling hands, the fat nipples poking into his palms. “Go ahead,” she continued. “Squeeze them, rub them, have fun with them. Get to know my body. That’s what we’re here for.”
“Oooh,” he moaned involuntarily as he massaged her melons, at first hesitantly, then more aggressively as his libido began to overcome his terror.
“Oh, wow!” Alyssa breathed. “That is so hot!” She scooted over to me, eyes still on the couple in front of us, and sat between my legs. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her back to rest on my chest, my throbbing erection pressed against the small of her back as she practically melted into me. Her arms reached up to hold mine, and I could feel her racing heart in her thin chest, the hammering transmitted through her spine into my rib cage. I kissed her honey hair as I watched my magnificent lady give the gift of her body to this lucky young man.
“You know what breasts are for, don’t you?” she asked him conversationally.
“Um, yeah. I guess…to feed babies?” He continued playing with her nipples, pulling on them and stretching her boobs off of her chest.
“Yes. They’re supposed to be sucked. A woman’s body is made to like that feeling, so it’s pleasurable to feed your baby. But we’re smart enough as a species to realize we can make each other feel good without having to involve babies.” She reached up to tousle his hair. “I’d like you to suck on my tits, Peter. Would you do that for me?”
The boy’s eyes looked like saucers as he nodded dumbly. She gently pulled him to her chest, his mouth unerringly finding one dusky rose nipple and engulfing it. We could see his cheeks work as he suckled her, his eyes closed in a blissful fugue while he satisfied his primal instincts.
Some sympathetic impulse coursed through Alyssa’s body, and she pulled my arms down until my fingers were resting on her small boobs. I lovingly caressed the twin bumps, feeling the firm mounds of her developing glands underneath the soft, puffy areolae and the stiff little points of their nipples. She sighed, resting her hands on my knees, enjoying the contact of our flesh as I stroked her hungry body. I lightly pinched them, making her breath catch in her chest momentarily, then went back to massaging the tight little mounds from base to tip, reveling in the taut feel of her young skin, savoring each bump and wrinkle with my fingertips. Depositing some saliva on my fingers, I made the experience more enjoyable for us both, my now wet digits slipping sensuously over her erect nipples, making her hum in satisfaction.
Peter had by now switched sides, and was lustily sucking Janie’s other tit, making little “unk, unk” noises as he regressed to babyhood under the influence of her mammaries. Although I’ve never seen a baby with a cock as hard as his was. I idly wondered how long the poor kid would last without busting a nut. If this had happened to me at his age, I would have blown a load by now.
I figured I was about to get my question answered, for Janie soon pulled him reluctantly off her chest, and knelt in front of him. “You made me feel wonderful, Peter,” she said to him as he stood there, chest heaving. “Let me make you feel good, too.”
Her hand rose up and cradled his balls, causing in involuntary “Gah!” to erupt from his lips. Her fingers lightly trailed up his scrotum to his shaft, and then out to the tip of his young penis, making him stand on tiptoe as the new sensation of a woman touching his privates coursed through his body.
“I wanna touch your penis, too,” Alyssa murmured, and without disrupting my playing with her tits, rose up slightly and reached under her ass to unerringly find my swollen member. Her small hand wrapped around me, and she pulled my rod downward underneath her, and sat back down. My shaft was now protruding between her legs, my balls lightly squashed on the blanket and her fuzzy little peach of a pussy pressed tightly against the top of my boner. The tip of my dick stuck out in front of her, just enough so she could lazily tickle the head with her fingertips.
“Oh, shit, that feels good, baby!” I moaned, the warm wetness of her cooze already moistening my cock, the sensation like warm chocolate melting over me.
“You cussed again,” she said mildly, spreading her own juices over my helmet, making my pulse pound in my ears.
“You are so fucking hot, you little tease, you’re going to hear a lot more cussing from me tonight!” I growled at her, biting her earlobe and making her squeal and giggle as she continued caressing me. My own secretions joined hers in lubricating my prong as precum dribbled out of the end in a continuous stream. As the young woman got more and more horny, she began sliding her sweet cunt lips back and forth along my meat, grinding her pelvis onto the thick muscular cylinder between her legs. Shit, that felt good! I could feel the nub of her clit riding over the edge of my dick head, the little bump tickling the sensitive edge of my helmet with every delicious rocking movement of her body.
Janie had had enough of feeling the boy up by now, and suddenly gobbled his entire manhood into her mouth, frank and beans together, pressing her nose against his pubes and inhaling deeply. She began swirling her tongue around his balls, while cradling his young cock in the back of her throat, giving him a hummer that a more well-endowed lover would never have been able to have enjoyed. I could only imagine how good that felt, shuddering as I envisioned every part of my genitals in the warm, wet embrace of a knowledgeable woman’s mouth. Christ!
It must have been even better than my mind could comprehend, because Peter almost instantly began bucking. His hands flailed around wildly, and his head tilted back, primitive, desperate “Unh! Unh! Unh!” sounds tearing through his clenched teeth as he unloaded his seed into something other than his fist for the first time in his young life.
“Oh God!” he gasped. “I never…. Oh, Jesus!” He was near tears he was so overwhelmed. “Thank you, Master Scar—I mean Janie. That was incredible!”
She finished milking the last drops out of him, then pulled back, looking up at him with a smile. “I’m glad you liked it, but we’ve got so much more to experience tonight. Don’t peak too early!” The boy gave her a shit-eating grin, deliriously happy and totally under her spell.
“I wanna suck yours, too,” Alyssa said suddenly, now aware of what a woman could do to a man. “Can I?”
Hmm, let me think….OF COURSE! “Sure, honey. I’d like that.”
She hopped off me, leaving my throbbing cock glistening with her heavenly honey. Kneeling between my legs, she looked at my engorged prick uncertainly. Janie sensed her hesitation, and having finished with Peter for the moment, turned her attention to Alyssa.
“What do I do, just put my mouth on it?” she asked the older woman.
“You can, but I’d take it slower than that. Hold it first.”
I leaned back onto my elbows as I felt her small hand encircle my rod, her fingers just barely touching as they met on the other side of it. She began moving her fist up and down the moist tissue, and I had a hard time deciding whether I liked that better, or earlier when she was sliding her little pink snapper along my length. These must be the problems they have in heaven, I thought.
“Now try licking the tip a little, and running your tongue along the whole thing,” Janie instructed. That’s my girl!
I could barely contain my groans of pleasure as the innocent blonde started to follow her advice, working my meat like a pornographic popsicle. Peter seemed engrossed in the process as well, his little prick still mostly erect, not even flagging after having his nuts drained once already. He squatted next to Janie, both of them focused on Alyssa as she gave her first blow job. I was gritting my teeth at this point, squirming in delight as my young honey indulged herself on my throbbing cock.
“Am I doing it right?” she paused long enough to ask.
“Look at him,” Janie said. “Is there any doubt?”
Alyssa peered up at my face with twinkling eyes, and I nodded at her deliriously. I wasn’t in much shape for talking by then.
“Go ahead and suck on it now,” Janie advised. “Try not to gag yourself, though.”
Alyssa plunged her mouth down onto me, and I nearly left the ground the sensation was so incredible. I’ve had plenty of oral action in my day, but having it performed by this sweet little angel made it so amazing I was almost overwhelmed. I watched her head bobbing along my shaft with what I would almost describe as reverence, absurdly grateful for the opportunity to experience something so wonderful.
The girl was a natural, and didn’t even flinch when the motion of her head became a little more aggressive, forcing my boner back into the depths of her oral cavity and tickling her tonsils. She kept right on sucking my dong, even letting it bounce off the back of her throat a couple of more times. A girl with no gag reflex! I thought hysterically. She’s going to make someone a very happy husband some day!
“You’re doing really well, Alyssa,” Janie encouraged her. “But if you want Dave to have sex with you, you should probably stop now. He’s about to lose it.”
The succulent suction stopped abruptly, and only the thought of what would come next prevented me from groaning aloud in frustration. All four of us stared at my throbbing erection, engorged and flushed a deep red, shiny with Alyssa’s saliva and pulsating slightly with my racing heartbeat.
“Wow, that’s really big,” said Peter wistfully. “Is mine going to get that size one day?”
“It might,” Janie told him. “But yours is just the right size for your body, don’t worry. I like it just the way it is.” She emphasized her point by tickling the appendage at issue, making the boy smile radiantly as his hard on rejuvenated itself.
“Is it time for us to have sex now?” Alyssa asked me quietly.
“If you’re ready, pumpkin.” I looked at her seriously. “Are you sure you want to do this? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I really, really want to,” she said forcefully. “I’ve been doing what you told me, and I think I can take it.”
“First, you have an important lesson to learn,” Janie interrupted. “You both need to know how to put on a condom. I can’t get pregnant, so Peter, you don’t have to wear one, but Dave is going to, because we don’t want Alyssa to get pregnant.”
She grabbed the box I had packed for the Korea trip, in the hopes that I would get to crack it open at some point. Up to now, I had lucked out and had been able to go bareback while on the island. I had known it couldn’t last forever, though, and reluctantly awaited the ceremonial shrouding of the bishop.
“They come in little packets like candy,” Janie said to the youngsters, showing them one in her hand. “You have to keep them in the packet until you’re ready to use it, or it will dry out.” She tore it open, extracting the rubber and laying it on her palm. The kids leaned in to get a closer look.
“It looks like a tiny little hat!” Alyssa marveled.
“The knob on the end is where the sperm is held when the man ejaculates.”
She looked at Peter’s small member. “You’re going to have to be careful, Peter, because you are pretty young to start having sex, and I doubt we have your size condoms on the island. If you don’t pay attention, it could come off while you’re fucking, and then it doesn’t do any good.”
The young man flinched a little when she dropped the F-bomb on him, presumably never before really correlating the forbidden swear word with the action he was now contemplating.
Janie continued. “All right, Alyssa you take the condom and I’ll tell you how to put in on.” She handed it to the girl, who held it gingerly, as if it might explode. “These condoms have lube on them, which is good for you. You just need to make sure you don’t put it on him inside-out. Can you feel which side is slippery?”
“Yeah,” she said, poking at it with a finger. “It’s the up side.”
“OK, so put the other side onto the tip of Dave’s penis, just like it really was a hat.” The little honey did so, cocking her head to admire her handiwork. “Now roll the edges down the shaft, just like you roll up a pair of panty hose on your leg.”
The latex tube enveloped my dick as the girl unrolled it, and when she reached the base, she sat back, smiling proudly. “There. It looks cute!” she said with a grin. “Are we ready now?”
“Almost, sweetie,” I said. “Now we need to get your pussy good and wet.”
“I’m already pretty wet,” she muttered, glancing at Peter with a flush of embarrassment.
“Oh, I think I can get you wetter,” I said with a predatory grin, sitting up and taking her in my arms. We kissed for a moment, gently at first, but soon it morphed into something more primitive and elemental as we both became aroused with the thought of what we were about to do. I kissed my way down her slender neck, making her gasp, determined to suck those lovely young tits.
I pulled back for a moment to admire them as Alyssa’s back arched away from me, her eyes closed in anticipation, shudders already coursing through her body. The taut mounds were pale and firm, like an apple sliced in half and laid on her chest for a snack. The nipples were a pale pink, puffy and erect, calling me to them with an irresistible force.
I dove for them in a near frenzy, my hungry mouth embracing the soft flesh and making the girl cry out as I gave suck to her. The stiff little point tickled my tongue as I swirled it over the succulent rosebud of her breast, gently nipping at it in my enthusiasm. I moved to the other one, savoring the salt of her sweat and the texture of each tiny bump on her small areola.
“Oh, God!” she moaned in sweet agony. “That feels so good! I love it when you suck my boobies, Dave.” Her hands twined in my hair as I pulled lustily on her teats.
“Girls really like that, huh?” I heard Peter whisper to Janie, startling me slightly. I had totally forgotten there were other people here. It didn’t matter, though; I had gone over the big hill in this erotic roller coaster, and was rocketing down the track at breakneck speed. I finally disengaged from Alyssa’s breast, pulling on the engorged nipple with a mighty slurp as it left my mouth, making her yelp in pleasurable pain.
“Lie back, baby,” I told her softly, letting her down gently, my hands still wrapped around her torso. I slid them to her hips as she collapsed on her back, panting and wide-eyed.
“Are you going to lick my pussy?” she asked breathlessly, hands clenched in the blanket underneath her.
I smiled tenderly at her. “Yes, I am.”
“Oh, good,” she moaned. “I really want you to do that.”
Her coltish legs parted for me, heels on the ground and knees bent slightly. The downy blonde fur covering her virgin sex was glinting with dewdrops in the moonlight, and her heavenly scent, at once fresh and elemental, promised innocence and carnal knowledge in equal measure. I trailed butterfly kisses up her thigh, drawing out my journey across her sweet, young body as long as I could stand to. She was panting in unsatisfied lust by now, and eventually I couldn’t wait any longer either, and pressed my face to her silky snatch in an ecstasy of fulfillment. The fine hairs adorning her mound tickled my lips as I pressed them to hers, the soft, warm flesh of her labia giving me a kiss beyond sensual. I tongued the delicate, wrinkled flaps framing her entrance, tasting the tangy nectar she was producing for me.
Her juices tonight were thinner, more delicate than the last time I tasted her, and I wondered if it was because it was a different time in her cycle. Regardless, I drank her offering like ambrosia from on high, caressing the sopping pink slit with my lips and tongue, and even my teeth on occasion, until she was making a high, keening noise. She writhed on the blanket like one possessed, hips unconsciously thrusting her pubis into my face with need.
When I was sure she was as wet and horny as I could get her I sat back on my haunches, drinking in the sight before me. Alyssa lay in front of me like a sacrificial virgin, peering at me through slitted eyes as she squirmed on the blankets below her. Her cheeks were flushed, and she glistened with a sheen of perspiration. Her breasts sat high on her chest, the glands so firm they didn’t look any different than when she was upright. The small nipples stood proudly at the limits of their height, fully erect and still shining with my saliva. I ran one hand along her smooth flank, then across her flat belly, for a moment obscuring the shadowed dimple of her navel. I marveled at the softness of her skin; she felt like warm silk beneath my fingers.
Her hand found mine, and her fingers wrapped around my digits and clung to me like a lifeline—salvation for a young woman drowning in a sea of passion.
“I’m ready,” she whispered hoarsely. “Make me a woman, Dave.”
I leaned forward, my cock aching for her in a way I had rarely experienced. I rested my weight on my elbows and forearms, bringing my face near hers and lightly touching the latex-covered tip of my penis to her gaping young pussy. Christ, I wish I didn’t have to wear a rubber! I thought. I so missed the soft kiss of moist cunt against my hot dickhead; that moment full of potential when two humans are about to share their most sensitive parts with each other. I couldn’t complain, though. The fact that this young angel had chosen me to initiate her into the infinite universe of sex was a gift beyond measure, and I was going to repay her in the only way I knew how: to pleasure her beyond her wildest imaginings.
“Pay attention, Peter,” I heard Janie whisper. “You saw how Dave used his hands and mouth to get Alyssa ready. Now her body will have an easier time accepting him inside her.”
I glanced to my right, where the two were sitting. Janie was lightly stroking Peter’s cock, running her fingers from balls to head and back again, while the boy had one hand buried in her crotch. She must have instructed him on the art of fingering a pussy while I was otherwise occupied. I looked into her eyes, and she gave me a serene smile, and a small nod to spur me on.
I looked back down at Alyssa, her eyes now wide open and shining in the moonlight. Her lips were curled in a tentative smile, but I could see she was nervous.
“I’m going to take it real slow, honey,” I told her. “Let me know if you need me to stop, OK?”
“OK, Dave,” she said throatily. “I trust you.”
I pressed to head of my penis forward, parting the delicate labia wide and sinking it into her warm entrance. I looked down at the point of our joining, my cock seeming enormous compared to the slim body beneath me. She was so wet and slick, though, I met almost no resistance as I slid another inch into her. As I penetrated deeper, the walls of her vagina began to close in on me, and as I reached the irregular ring of her hymen, I knew we were at the defining moment of our coupling.
“This might hurt, baby.”
“I know,” she said with quiet confidence. “I stretched myself pretty wide before, until I couldn’t stand it. It’s gonna be worth it to have you inside me. Go ahead; I’m ready.”
Just like pulling off a band-aid, I knew a short, sharp shock was preferable to a drawn out process. I tensed my buttocks and drove my engorged member into her with a quick thrust, impaling her with a few inches of man-meat in a fraction of a second. She cried out, her eyes squeezed shut, and I felt her arms clench on my back, her legs pressed tightly against my hips as she felt her deepest recesses invaded by a substantial intruder.
“Ow, ow, ow!” she yelped, and I held very still, waiting patiently as the tension slowly left her body and she relaxed again. “It’s OK,” she breathed. “It wasn’t that bad. You can keep going.”
I slowly began to slide in and out of her, millimeter by millimeter, her warm cunny gripping me like a liquid vise. The friction between us was delicious beyond description, even with the intervening rubber muffling the sensation. Her hands began to move across my back, and she literally started to hum as I plunged in and out of her heavenly hole with increasing force.
“Ooohhh, now it feels good!” she moaned, a husky note coloring her voice.
“It does, doesn’t it?” I agreed, kissing her forehead. “This may be the most wonderful moment of my life.”
Her eyes opened again and focused on mine. Her pupils were huge; dark caverns that I was sinking into happily.
“I love you, Dave,” she whispered. “I’m so happy to be here right now.”
“I love you too, baby,” I said with a smile. “It’s good to be alive, isn’t it?”
In reply, she pulled her face to my chest, her arms tightening around my back, pressing our bodies together as if they would never again part. I continued my rocking, striving to drive my penis against the sensitive tissues at the front of her vagina. I adjusted my body higher, so that the base of my cock would press harder against the little nub of her clit. Judging by her reaction, she liked the sensation, for her humming had now taken on a desperate quality, an animal sound roughly parsed by my thrusts into musical grunts torn from her chest with increasing frequency and volume. Soon the grunts became words, as she cried “Oh! Oh! Oh!” with each forceful meeting of our bodies. I had reached the limits of her depth, and I had to be careful not to pound her innocent womb too hard. I’d once been told by a girlfriend that chicks definitely did not dig having their uterus beaten like a piñata, so I tried to be considerate and leave a couple of inches outside my little lover as I worked her young body.
Alyssa’s moaning had now reached a fever pitch. She let go of me abruptly, falling back onto the blanket and arching her back.
“It’s coming!” she wailed. “I can feel it. I’m gonna have an orgasm! Oh, God, yes! Shit!” Now who’s cussing? Words failed her, finally, and with a prolonged “Uuuuunnnh” she began shaking, drumming her heels into my sides like a demented cowgirl on an ill-mannered horse. I could feel her cunt, already as tight as I’d ever experienced, squeeze me even tighter. So tight in fact, she held the condom still within her and my last thrusts before I let myself climax were into the rubber sheath instead of moving it into her. She was still twitching and grunting as I finally unloaded my pent-up semen, burying my face into the hair draped along her neck as a long, tortured groan left my body.
Fucking Alyssa was something special, an act so profound to me it took me by surprise. I had had longer fucks, more inventive fucks, encounters with multiple partners; had lovemaking resulting in multiple orgasms for both myself and my partner, but sharing the gift of first union with this sweet, trusting, beautiful young woman transcended mere lovemaking and instead entered the realm of spirituality. In fact, the only event in my life to compare was the incredible experience Anjali had seen me through just a couple of weeks before. Both were deeply meaningful encounters that brought me to a place within myself I rarely reached, being a basically practical man not prone to introspection. Beyond that, though, the two experiences had led to a merging of disparate consciousnesses—two people becoming one for a moment, defying the solitary existences we all lead in our heads. The feeling was elemental, important, but ethereal. Like a gorgeous sunset it was there to be appreciated for but a moment, then was gone, leaving only a treasured memory.
The feeling was already fading as I clutched Alyssa to me, crushing her tender body to mine in a spasm of love and tenderness. She gripped me equally tightly, murmuring, “Thank you! Thank you!” repetitively under her breath.
“No, thank you, Alyssa!” I whispered fervently into her ear. “That was so perfect I can’t even describe how good it felt. I’m so happy I got to share that with you. I hope you are able to use that wonderful body of yours to have many more experiences like that in your life.” I kissed her cheek, and held her for another moment. When we had both come down from that fabulous peak of pleasure, I sat back on my haunches, first withdrawing my softening penis from her, then pulling the condom out of her vaginal grip and tossing it aside.
“Normally the condom stays on the penis until it’s removed,” I heard Janie telling Peter.
“Alyssa squeezed so tightly she pulled it right off me,” I said, smiling at my young lover indulgently.
“I’m sorry,” she said with a worried expression. “Does that mean I might get pregnant?”
“No, I came inside the condom, honey, don’t worry. It didn’t come off until I pulled out. And you never have to apologize to a man for being too tight—that’s sort of what we crave. You are perfect just the way you are.”
“Some of us would like to go back to being that tight,” Janie muttered to herself.
“Hey,” I said gently, ”you know that’s not all there is to it. I wouldn’t change a thing about your perfect body.”
She smiled back at me. “I know. We women always have to fiddle with things to try to improve them. It’s just habit.”
“I guess men do the same things with machines,” I replied. “Women do it with
people.”
I finally looked at Peter, who was still staring at Alyssa with his mouth hanging open. I glanced at her, and I could certainly see the fascination. Her lovely, toned body was still reclined on the blanket, now propped up on one elbow as she watched the exchange between Janie and me. Her legs were spread wide, exposing her blond muff, now matted with sweat and her own juices, and letting her engorged pussy lips gape wide as a trickle of frothy white cream slowly slid out of her vagina. I felt a brief surge of relief that no blood was in her discharge (at least I couldn’t have hurt her that much) but mostly I was just struck dumb by her perfect, innocent beauty. A previously unknown painting by one of the Old Masters, perhaps entitled “Alyssa After Fucking,” wouldn’t have held a candle to the sight that would now be forever burned into my brain.
I tore my eyes away from her back to the boy. “So, what did you think, Peter? Are you ready to try it out yourself?”
His mouth clicked shut as he returned to our world abruptly. “Oh yeah!” he said. “That was sooo awesome. I wanna do that, too.” He turned to Janie. “Please will you let me have sex with you? I’m really, really ready.”
At least his dick was really, really ready. It had long since recovered from its prior sperm-letting and was jutting out harder than ever, pink and proud, ready to rock and roll.
“You may be ready,” Janie said. “But you know what you have to do to get your lover ready, too.” She leaned back, spreading her legs wide and instantly drawing his gaze to her crotch. “First, why don’t you get in there real close and just explore my pussy. You need to know what’s what between a girl’s legs.”
He scooted forward, his expression equal parts lust and trepidation. I decided he needed a little coaching.
“Hey, just lie down on your side, and rest your head on the inside of her thigh.” I helped him into position. Now his face was just inches from her sweet cooze, and had he been more experienced he would have realized she was so wet she really didn’t need any help from him. Like a good trainer, though, she was preparing him for the future. “Now reach in there and stroke the hair. See how soft it is?”
His shaking hand trailed through her bush, and I could hear him swallow through a suddenly tight throat.
“Now run your fingers along those folds of skin hanging out. Those are the inner lips, or labia.”
“They’re soft, too,” he said. “And wet,” he added, looking at the glistening fluid on his fingers. I soon had him with three fingers knuckle deep into her drooling snatch, and Janie was arching her back and moaning as I directed him to her G-spot.
“Go ahead, taste her. It’s something you’re never going to forget.”
He slowly pressed his face to her crotch, inhaling deeply, then delicately running his protruding tongue along the length of her vulva. Seconds later he was tongue-lashing her like her cunt was the best thing he had ever tasted, and it was coming off the menu tomorrow.
“Suck on that little bump at the top,” I directed him. “That’s the most sensitive part. Just be gentle with it.”
That got quite a response as Janie howled, “Oh, yes! Suck my clitty, Peter!” She let him continue for a moment longer, then abruptly shoved him away, gasping and shaking.
“What’s wrong?” the young man cried out, fearing he’d messed up somehow.
“Nothing, baby,” Janie rasped. “Sometimes a girl can’t stand the stimulation any more and needs a break. You’re doing fine. In fact I think I am as ready for sex as I have ever been.” She smiled at him, and his good humor returned. “You’re quite the stud, Peter. You really made me feel good. Now I want you to fuck me. Put that hard dick of yours right into my pussy and fuck me like a man!”
He quickly repositioned himself, shaking violently as he tried to line up his meat with her vaginal opening. I smiled inwardly as I remembered Janie’s own son having the same problem with Madison the other day. I’d have to tell her about it later.
“Can I help him put it in her?” Alyssa said, surprising all three of us. She had moved herself to a better vantage point while Peter was making his first foray into muff-diving, and now had realized the poor kid needed a steadying hand to commence docking procedures.
“Go for it!” I told her. “Just be gentle with his penis; it’s going to be pretty sensitive right now.”
The sight of her fingers gently wrapping around Peter’s small shaft, then carefully directing the twitching tip into the waiting embrace of Janie’s tunnel of love was so erotic I found my dick rock-hard again, despite the incredible ball-draining fuck I had just experienced. Peter let out a long, low groan as he sank his full five inches into a woman’s pussy for the first time, pressing his little nuts to her perineum firmly as he reached his limit.
“Oh, God! Oh, shit!” he babbled, unhinged by the intensity of feeling. “That is on fleek!” Based on his expression, I figured that he meant it was good.
Instinct soon took over, and he began thrusting into her like a maniac.
“Slow down, boyo,” I cautioned him. “Save your strength. Plus, you won’t last very long at that pace. You want to try to get your partner off before you do, because after that it’s game over. Girls will come back for more if they know you’re gonna make ‘em feel good, instead of just pumping a few times and busting a nut.”
He managed to get ahold of himself and slowed his thrusting to a sustainable pace. Alyssa and I watched in fascination as his small prick plunged in and out of Janie’s sopping wet pussy, churning her juices into a thick cream.
“Fucking is so on point!” he gasped. “I never want to stop!” Janie laughed and pulled him to her chest, wrapping arms and legs around him in a full body embrace. At first, Peter just rested his head on her shoulder as he continued his pounding, but soon he realized her tits were nearby, and commenced sucking them again.
Alyssa crawled over to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders as I sat watching the show. My dick had fully recovered by now, and was poking out into the night air like a python looking for more prey.
“Can I play with it some more?” my little honey asked me, eyes on the prize.
“You don’t ever have to ask me that, sweetie. I love your hands on me almost as much as I love my mouth on you.” Her hand encircled my wiener and began moving along the shaft.
“It’s all wet and sticky,” she said, making a face. “Is that because of me?”
“Mostly because of me,” I replied. “I was wearing a rubber, remember? That’s my semen all over it.” I noticed she was having a hard time sliding her fingers along my length, the drying cum increasing the friction to almost painful levels.
“You might want to use a little spit on it if it’s too sticky.”
“OK. Or I can use some of this,” she said, scooping a handful of her own secretions from her dripping pussy. “I’m so wet down there!”
I was practically salivating as I watched and felt her smear the glistening girl juice along my rod, wishing I could suck it off my own cock. The combination of liquids made a slippery mess, and she was able to really start stroking me in earnest. I turned my attention back to the couple in front of us, and spied Janie’s hand between them. At first I thought that she was trying to redirect Peter’s dick, but noting the look of concentration on her face, realized instead she was trying to rub her own clit. I guess his little stiffie was not quite filling her up, and she needed a little help reaching climax.
Peter was well on his way, though, hips pistoning wildly, mauling her nipples with his mouth, and making desperate “Mmmph, mmmph” noises as he rushed toward orgasm. I was on the verge of cautioning him to slow down again, when Janie began bucking and grunting, and I knew she had gotten off.
“Oh, Fuck, Peter! I’m cumming! Keep pumping that dick into me, baby! You are awesome at this! Yes! Yes! Yes!” Shudders racked her body in time with her cries.
The combined influence of her words, her clenching pussy, and the tasty teat in his mouth finally sent Peter over the edge, and a plaintive wail erupted from him as his hot seed erupted from his cock. His ass cheeks clenched, ramming his young manhood deep within her, his whole body twitching as he emptied his nuts deliriously.
Alyssa was obviously pretty aroused by the sight, and her jerking became almost frantic. I noted dimly through the fog of lust she was inducing in me that her other hand was buried in her snatch, frigging herself wildly as she yanked my meat. Yelps of pleasure came from her moments later, and her hand on my rod slowed reflexively.
“Oh, don’t stop baby!” I urged, desperate. “I’m almost there! Finish me off!”
Her hand started up again, bless her heart, and her eyes focused on my rigid cock as she brought me home. A veritable fountain of white blew out of my dickhead, spattering all over the blanket below.
“Yay!” Alyssa cheered endearingly. “I made it squirt again!”
“Fuckin’ A! You sure did, baby,” I groaned as she milked the last drops from me. “You are so hot, you could make even Adam come, I think.”
That made her laugh, and after she pulled one last dribble from my tortured but happy dick, she fell into my arms happily. We watched Peter as he lay on top of Janie, still trembling with exhaustion and adrenaline, the woman stroking his hair and humming a wordless tune, her chin resting on his head. She caught me eye and smiled at me, and I returned it, my heart full at that glorious moment.
“Class dismissed,” she murmured.
We took a brief skinny-dip into the ocean, the cool water feeling delicious on my sweaty skin. After emerging from the surf, we decided to stay on our private beach for the night, and, after shaking the sand off of them, dried off with our beach blankets, then wrapped ourselves in them and laid down on the soft sand. The other three drifted off fairly quickly, their gentle snoring a counterpoint to the breaking waves, but I found myself drifting in the limbo between waking and sleep, reliving the past couple of weeks.
I have a pretty strong sex drive, and truth be told jacked off almost every day when I was back in the real world. Since arriving on this island though, I seemed to have an unlimited supply of jizz to distribute. Chalk it up to Kundalini, or the abundant supply of hot female bodies, or some magical property of the water here, but I sure wasn’t complaining. I asked myself if, given the chance, I would return to my previous existence. It was satisfying operating on sick people and fixing their problems—“heal with steel” is a surgeon’s motto, after all—but there was something even more satisfying about this new life of mine. Our existence here was more immediate, more primal. It meant more. Not to mention the great group of people I had the good fortune to end up with. And, of course, those abundant female bodies. I hadn’t had this much sex in the previous six months. Nor had I felt the depth of emotional connection to my partners that I was experiencing here. All in all, I said to the majestic stars wheeling overhead as at last I drifted off, I think this is the most perfect existence possible. I don’t want to go home—this is my home.
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