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 ï>¿Cedar Hill Cheerleaders by Wayne_Richardson

   Cedar Hill Cheerleaders Ch.  15

   Chantelle and Tonni conspire to evade the covid lockdown.

   "Oh, shit!" James screamed.

   "What's wrong?" Chantelle asked.

   "I think I've been stung; oh!" James explained.

   And there it was; Chantelle could see the bee hanging by its stinger
from his skin.

   At the time this story starts James was a senior at Cedar Hill High
School, and one of its geeks.  He spent his week nights either doing
homework or studying; and most Saturdays found him at the school's
audio/visual laboratory editing videos he had taken of the previous school
sporting events.

   *****

   Earlier that Saturday, Chantelle sat eating breakfast.  She had on a
white T-shirt that clung to her breasts, and a thin sky-blue mini-skirt
with no underwear.  Her phone sat between her legs on top of her skirt. 
Why?  Because her mother didn't like seeing the dirty phone on the table.

   Chantelle Spiros was a cheerleader at Cedar Hill High School, where she
was a senior.  She was tall with the flawless body of a dancer; long smooth
legs, and firm modest breasts high up on her chest, and close enough to
form a delightful cleavage.  Her long dark hair was in contrast with her
fair skin and blue eyes.  At school she was always immaculately dressed,
and looking like she'd spent the morning in a beauty salon.  She and James
were an item.

   Suddenly her phone began to vibrate, tickling her clit.  She looked down
and saw the call was from Antoinette (Tonni) Arthur.

   Tonni and James were partners in their audio/visual laboratory sessions
at Cedar Hill High School.  It was James who introduced Tonni to Chantelle,
and she and Tonni soon became very close friends.

   "Hi Tonni."

   "Hi...  You remember my older brother Natty; don't you?  He lets us into
the Greenholt Gardens after they close."

   "Yeah.  So?"

   "Well, he just told me how we can legally escape the covid lockdown for
a few hours."

   "Really?

   "Yep."

   "That would be great.  I miss Jamie and my friends, almost as much as I
hate school over the internet; err."

   "Yeah; I know...  I should explain.  Natty looks after two beehives at
Greenholt Gardens.  He never told you that, did he?"

   "Nah...  Are there really hives in the gardens?  I've never seen any."

   "The hives on the north side of the garden, not far from the Shamrock
restaurant.  I believe Natty told you to stay away from there because the
staff sometimes work late."

   "Yeah; he did say that..."

   Just then Chantelle's brother Steve entered with a bowl of cereal,
"Mornin' sis."

   Chantelle continued, "Does he really look after the bees?"

   Steve looked stunned hearing Chantelle mention bees.  "What?"

   Chantelle put a finger to her lips to ask Steve to be quiet, just as
Tonni answered, "Yep."

   "So, what's that got to do with the lockdown?"

   "Well; beekeepers are allowed to break the lockdown in order to look
after their bees.  So, if you and Jamie pretend to help Natty, then we can
have a get-together at the garden's canteen."

   "Great." Chantelle face lit up at the thought of being with James. 
"When should we be there?"

   "Natty told me he likes to do the bees early in the morning because
there is normally less wind at that time.  So, let's say 9 o'clock."

   "OK.  Anything else?"

   "Yeah.  You must wear a long-sleeved blouse, full-length slacks and
socks that are long enough to allow the pant legs to be tucked in.  Oh; and
you will need a broad-brimmed hat.  I know Natty has some spare net veils."

   "Do we need all that just to watch?  Aren't we just using this as an
excuse to have a get-together?"

   "Well, I know Natty likes to have someone to help him; even if it is
just to keep the smoker alight.  And I would prefer one of you to do it
this time.  OK?"

   Chantelle smiled mischievously, "I think that means we'll volunteer
Jamie to do it."

   "Good; I'll see you then." And with that Tonni hung up.

   Chantelle immediately phoned James with the good news.

   As Steve overheard that conversation, he soon understood why Chantelle
had been talking about bees.  He was jealous that she was going out and he
couldn't.

   *****

   When James picked up Chantelle, she was wearing a white long-sleeve
blouse; bone-coloured tailored-slacks and golden boots; she looked very
smart in deed; business-like.

   James reached across the front seats and opened the passenger's door.

   "Hi Shell, you look great!" James shouted as she approached his car.

   She smiled, "Thanks Jamie.  But I feel so imprisoned in these clothes."

   James knew what she meant.  He was the first person to discover that she
was a secret nudist, something that only a few close friends ever became
aware of, that is, until she went nude to school one Monday and Tuesday. 
She would have continued doing this, except the school introduced a
compulsory dress code.

   James shrugged, "Yeah; but you know it's necessary for beekeeping."

   Chantelle looked dejected by that fact, "Yeah, I guess."

   Immediately she entered his car, she planted a hungry kiss on him. 
Their tongues entwined as James's hand roamed under her blouse.  The
stimulation of his hand lifted her spirits, giving her a Mona Lisa smile.

   As they drove off, James enquired, "Did Tonni say who else will be
there?"

   "No; but I got the impression it will only be us four." Chantelle
loosened her seatbelt and shuffled closer to James.

   "What about Veronica?  Natt seemed quite taken with her the last time we
were there."

   Veronica Watson was Chantelle's best friend and the head cheerleader at
Cedar Hill High School.  She and Chantelle had similar builds, but Veronica
had long ginger hair, hazel-green eyes, and a few freckles across her nose.
She always seemed very confident.

   "Yeah.  But I think it was Tonni that invited us, not Natt."

   "Oh, you think so?"

   "Yep."

   "You got to be right, because Natt must have noticed how Veronica was
giving him "the-come-on" and so I think he would have invited her."

   "I don't know; they've only met the once."

   James thought for a moment, then added, "And I guess he couldn't afford
to have too many cars parked at the gardens; it would really look
suspicious."

   In the middle of James's comment, a police siren became apparent,
gradually getting louder.  James looked in the rear-view mirror and saw a
police motorbike following them.  He pulled over to the kerb and wound down
his window.

   As the policeman approached the car from behind, he started shouting,
"And where do you think you're ...  Oh hi Jamie," and looking across James,
"Hi Chantelle." It was Robert, and his stern face was now replaced by a
slight smile.

   They replied in unison, "Hi Bobbie."

   Officer Robert Kilby graduated from Cedar Hill High School over year
ago. He had been a reserve on its football team.  Chantelle was the one who
arranged a double date so that Robert could met Marsha, the blond
cheerleader he had admired, but was never confident enough to approach.

   Marsha Dickson was the only true blond in the cheerleader squad.  She
was openly bi-sexual, as was obvious by her sexual encounter with Samantha
during the "Dancing Bear" party arranged by Chantelle and James.  Her
parents were thrilled when Marsha started dating Officer Robert.

   Robert was working the day-shift that Saturday.  His job was to patrol
the outskirts of Cedar Hill on his motorbike, checking for anyone breaking
the covid lockdown.

   Robert continued, "You know about the covid lockdown, right?"

   James nodded, "Yeah."

   "Well, I have to ask; why are you out and about?"

   "We're going to the Greenholt Gardens to work on the beehives there."

   "Oh, OK.  I know about the exception for beekeepers.  But where is your
beekeeping equipment?"

   James held up his arms, "Well, the long sleeves and pants are part of
it, but the actual tools and veils are kept at the gardens."

   "I guess that makes sense." Robert turned his head and looked directly
at Chantelle, "You look really smart in that outfit; and definitely more
suited to beekeeping than what you were wearing, or rather not wearing, the
first time we met." The image of a nude Chantelle flashed before his eyes.

   "Thanks.  And how have you been?  Are you still dating Masha?"

   Looking rather dejected, Robert replied, "Yeah; but with the covid
lockdown we haven't really been out on a date for so long, you know."

   "Same here." James nodded.

   Robert continued, "We're lucky however, because when I'm on duty, like
today, I can drop in around lunch-time for a quick hello." Bobbie winked
toward James as he uttered that last bit.

   James acknowledged the implication, "I'm sure Masha's always glad to see
you, even if you have to be quick about it."

   Chantelle understood the insinuation and lightly punched James on the
upper arm.

   "Ouch!  What was that for?" James screamed, even though it didn't really
hurt.

   "You know what for."

   Officer Robert smiled, "Hey; enough of that.  Otherwise, I'll have to
arrest you for domestic violence."

   "It's alright Bobbie, I'm just trying to teach him not to be rude."

   "Yeah, I know.  I was just joking." As he said this Robert glimpsed
another car in the distance.  "Oh look; here comes another car.  Sorry; got
to go!" Robert shouted as he ran back to his bike and was off in a flash.

   *****

   When Chantelle and James entered the canteen, Natt and Tonni were
already there waiting for them.

   James apologised, "Sorry we're late; we were stopped by the police. 
Actually, it was just Bobbie; Marsha's boyfriend."

   "Oh really.  I know him; we were in the same year at Cedar Hill High
School." Natt recalled.  "What did he do?"

   "Nothing in fact; we just chattered for a bit."

   Natt already had on his white beekeeping overalls over his clothes, but
with the hood hanging down behind his back.  Tonni wore a long-sleeved
blouse and matching white slacks; she looked smart, but not as
business-like as Chantelle.

   "Good." Natt said as he held out a net-veil, "I only have one veil.  So,
who is going to be my helper?"

   The girls looked at each other and then at James.

   "Oh; it looks like I'm it," James agreed as he glared back at the girls.

   Natt asked as he handed James the veil.  "Have you ever been stung by a
bee?"

   "Yeah; I was about ten when I trod on one."

   "Did it cause you any major problem?"

   "Nah.  I just remember it being very itchy for a few days."

   Natt gestured with his free arm, "OK then; let's go."

   It was a sunny day with only a few fluffy white clouds being pushed
across the sky by the light breeze.

   The sounds of small finches feeding among the shrubs and grasses echoed
across the gardens.

   As they walked toward the hives, the girls were often distracted by the
beauty of the various flowing shrubs.  Chantelle even left the path on one
occasion to smell a soft-orange rose.  "Tonni!  You've got to come and
smell this rose; it's divine!"

   Tonni did, "Yeah, it's really nice."

   Natt was impatient to do the bees while the wind was so light.  "Come on
you two, we don't have all day!"

   A little further on was a bed of poppies in full bloom; the poppies were
abuzz with bees that were literally shredding the flowers in their
eagerness to collect the pollen and nectar.

   Chantelle commented, "The bees really love the poppies, don't they?"

   Natt explained, "Yeah; that's why I had the gardeners plant out that
bed."

   When he first caught sight of the hives, James enquired, "What's with
the Styrofoam?"

   "It helps to keep the hives warm in winter and cool on those hot summer
days.  It's an idea I saw in Wikipedia."

   Natt thought for a minute, then continued.  "I forget what I was looking
for, but I stumbled onto the beekeeping page.  It showed a few types of
dual-skin hives including one that used expanded-polystyrene.  I've found
it really does improve the efficiency of the hive.  I also saw the design
for the tunnel bottom-boards that I use."

   Natt pulled the hood over his head and sealed the Velcro that holds the
hood in place.

   James fitted the top of the veil around the rim of his hat before he
placed the hat on his head.  Then Natt helped James tuck the bottom of the
veil under the collar of his shirt.

   Chantelle and Tonni looked on from a distance.

   Natt lit his smoker and showed James how to work it.  "Now keep puffing
it gently, so that it will stay alight.  Like this ...  OK?"

   James took hold of the smoker.  "Like this?"

   "Yeah.  Now give a few good puffs at the entrance."

   James did as directed.  After a short time, Natt prepared to lift the
lid off the top of the first hive, "Now when I lift the lid a little, I
want you to blow smoke into the hive; right?"

   This he did.

   After allowing a minute for the smoke to drive the bees down, Natt
lifted the lid off and placed it against the other side of the hive.

   "I can see a couple of little black beetles on the lid; is that good?"
James enquired.

   "No, they're a pest.  Can you kill them for me."

   "Yep...  done."

   Next, Natt showed James how he used the heel of his hive-tool to
separate the frames.  First on one side of a frame, and then on the other
side of that frame.  Then he lifted out that frame and placed it end-down
against the side of the hive with all of the bees still on it.

   James watched more closely as Natt lifted a second frame out of the
hive. This time he noticed how the J-shaped end on the hive tool was used
to lifting the frame straight up.

   Natt moved the remaining frames into the center and then he took two
empty frames from his carry box and placed them either side of the others.

   James was curious, "Why did you scrapped the cells off one side of those
two empty frames?"

   Natt explained, "It gives the bees somewhere to put the wax they secrete
while converting the nectar into honey.  Otherwise, they gum-up everything,
which makes it very difficult to work on the frames."

   "Uh so."

   "OK Jamie, now blow some smoke across the top of the hive; ...  good;
... more up this end," Natt pointed at the few bees that remained on top of
the frames.  "That'll do." Natt had the lid in his hand and slid it on
before the bees moved back up.

   James looked at the girls; they were deep in conversation about
something; occasionally giggling.  Then he thought he heard Chantelle
mention William, and he wondered why Tonni didn't invite him instead of, or
as well as, he and Chantelle.  Perhaps it was because Natt had never met
William, Tonni's new boyfriend.

   William G Mann was known to his friends as "The Man"; no one was ever
game to call him "Willie".  His team mates, who have seen him in the
shower, knew that he was not particularly well endowed down there, and that
he was extremely touchy about that fact.  William was the best football
player in the school.  Tall, handsome, and athletic.  Tonni was very happy
when he started dating her.

   Natt picked up one of the frames that lent against the hive, and holding
it firmly at either end, he gave it a few rapid shakes above the hive
entrance.  All but a few bees fell from the frame.  Then using the wide
brush that had been near the carry box, he swept the remaining bees from
the frame and placed it in the box.

   The bees that had landed near the hive entrance soon began walking into
the hive.

   After Natt shook the bees from the second frame, he noticed that there
were a few bees on James's left shoe.  He also saw that the bottom of his
left trouser leg was not fully tucked in, "Jamie!  You'd better tuck you
pants back into your socks; OK."

   "Thanks Natt," James answered as he did just that; but little did he
know it was a bit late.

   They repeated the whole process with the second hive.

   As Natt shook the bees off the last frame, he asked James to put out the
smoker.

   "How do I do that?" James enquired.

   "There's a cork with the hive tools.  Just push it over the smoker's
nozzle, OK."

   "Yeah, found it...  Done...  Um, Natt; how much honey is in those
frames?"

   "There's about 5 pound in each frame."

   "Wow!  Really?"

   "Yep."

   "And how do you get the honey out of the frames?"

   "Well first I open up the cells with a big knife, then I spin out the
honey in a honey-extractor; oh sorry, that's bee-speak for a special
centrifuge."

   "Do you do that here?"

   "Nah; at home."

   "Ah, OK." James put the smoker beside the other tools and walked toward
the girls.  They thought he looked relieved that it was all over.

   Chantelle raised her eyebrows, "Glad it's finished?"

   "Yeah, for sure," James sighed.

   Tonni smiled, "Thanks; it's nice to have someone else do it for a
change."

   "Oh, shit!" James screamed as he banged his hand between his legs.

   "What's wrong?" Chantelle asked in surprise.

   "I think I've been stung; oh!" James explained as he pulled down his
pants.  His cock was immediately exposed; it hung down completely limp and
only just two inches long.  And there it was; a flattened bee hanging by
its stinger from the middle of his cock.

   Initially Chantelle and Tonni recoiled in shock; they had never seen a
limp cock before in real-life, and certainly not one with an attached bee.
Then they both began to giggle.

   Chantelle tried to compose herself, "Sorry Jamie; but it does look
rather funny with the bee hanging off it like that." Tonni nodded in
agreement, barely able to contain her mirth.

   James pleaded, "Well don't just stand there laughing, pull it off!"

   "Scrape it off, don't squeeze it," Natt commanded.  "You don't want to
inject more poison."

   Chantelle held the tip of his cock with her left hand and used the
fingernail of her right index finger to scrap off the bee and its sting.

   "Where are your underpants?" She quipped as she removed the bee.

   James screwed up his nose, "I knew it was going to be a hot day, so
there!"

   "Well, if you had worn some underwear, it may have protected your 'crown
jewels'." Natt teased.

   "Yeah maybe...  Shit it still hurts; like being poked by a red-hot
needle," James whined.

   "Do you want me to kiss it better?" Chantelle solicited with a
mischievous smile.

   Natt quickly shouted, "No, don't touch it!  The more it is rubbed, the
greater it'll swell up and itch."

   "Will it really swell?" Chantelle enquired with a glint in her eye,
wondering how a swollen, erect cock would feel inside.

   "Yeah, normally." Natt replied.

   James hitched his pants back up and the three of them set off for the
canteen, leaving Natt to pack up his things.

   James walked with his knees spread a little trying to stop his pants
rubbing his penis.

   Chantelle could not resist the opportunity to be completely naked in the
garden again.  The flowers were showing their full beauty to the warm sun,
and she wanted to do the same.  She undressed quickly, definitely not a
strip-tease, just the swift removal of all of her garments.  She felt
relieved, euphoric; just like a drug addict after taking their fix.  And
yes, she was addicted to nudity.

   Tonni could see that Chantelle was completely relaxed and comfortable
being herself; nude; not pretending to be someone she wasn't; not hiding
inside a curtain of clothing.  She thought that Chantelle seemed to be
happiest unclothed.

   Tonni wondered what it was that so excited Chantelle about being naked,
and this time she decided to find out by stripping naked herself.  Tonni
started to undo the buttons on her blouse.

   Chantelle noticed.  "Tonni, are you really going to strip?"

   Tonni did not answer.  She just continued to removed her clothes, slower
than Chantelle did; very timidly.  At each stage she seemed to reassess her
decision, but she did not stop.

   The enthusiasm in Chantelle's question attracted James's attention, and
he was shocked to see that Tonni's blouse now lay neatly folded beside
Chantelle's clothes.  Tonni was topless; her shoulders hunched forward; her
hands on top of her pants as she started to pull them down.  James
continued to watch.  He could scarcely believe what he was seeing.  Was
this really happening?  Was Tonni, his lab partner, actually stripping in
front of him and Chantelle?

   Tonni had never been completely naked in front of anyone before; and
once fully nude, she felt very exposed.  She remained hunched over with her
left arm over her breasts as she placed her pants with her blouse.  She put
her right hand in front of her pussy as she stood.

   Tonni and James watched as Chantelle carelessly pick dandy-lion seeds
and scatter them with her breath.

   Suddenly Chantelle stumbled back; there had been a bee on the yellow
dandy-lion flower right next to her hand.

   The clumsy way Chantelle fell backwards made Tonni laugh.  Then Tonni
realised that her attention was solely on Chantelle's actions, and not
Chantelle's lack of clothing.  And so she appreciated that the others would
view her in a similar way; accepting her as she was, the real Tonni; and
trying to be other than open and honest was futile.  Her arms relaxed; her
shoulders straightened; and she stood tall as she joined Chantelle
exploring the gardens.

   They both took care not to step on the bees which they observed feeding
among the clover and dandy-lion flowers.

   Seeing the girls "au naturel" caused James's cock to stir, even though
there was nothing erotic about their appearance.  Actually, the girls
looked like they were a normal part of the scenery, just like the birds
feeding among the grasses and the bees buzzing from flower to flower.  The
scene reminded him of some of Norman Lindsay's paintings of nymphs.

   Then James thought how wonderful it would be to record a movie in the
gardens on a day like this.

   "Hey Shell!  Tonni!  What do you think about us recording another movie,
here in the daytime, during the lockdown.  Say the next time Natt does the
bees.  Tonni could be the director again, and it could star Natt, Veronica,
and you Shell, and..." James tried, but could not think who else they might
ask.  "Do you think Natt and Veronica will agree?"

   Tonni was quick to volunteer, "I can suggest it to Natty, and perhaps
Chantelle can ask Veronica."

   Chantelle nodded, "I know Veronica will agree."

   James thought to himself, "I think a different story will be required.
One that employs the options that are possible on a sunny spring day... 
Let's see; there can be faster actions, and even filming at high speed to
produce slow motion playback." His thoughts raced, "We will need a white
reflective umbrella rather than flood-lights and extension-cords, and..."

   His thoughts were interrupted by the sight of Chantelle kissing Tonni.

   Chantelle had observed that Tonni's attitude to nudity had become the
same as hers; that they were kindred spirits.  In recognition of that fact,
she had picked a beautiful soft-pink frangipani flower, and slipped it
above Tonni's left ear.  Tonni acknowledged this action by picking a
similar flower and placed it above Chantelle's left ear.  This exchange was
like the giving of rings in a wedding ceremony.  To complete the ceremony,
Chantelle moved forward and placed her lips on Tonni's.  Their bodies
pressed together; soft warm skin against soft warm skin.  Chantelle
consummated the embrace by sliding her right arm down between them until
her fingers were on Tonni's clit, which she caressed skilfully before
fingering-fucking her.

   This sight set James on fire; his heart raced; and his penis grew with
the speed of a young bamboo shoot.

   James recalled, that many weeks ago Chantelle had been the recipient of
such an embrace initiated by Veronica.  It must have awakened something
within Chantelle that she had not been previously aware of.  He wondered,
"Would it be the same for Tonni?"

   Now having a full erection was not a good thing, because it caused
James's penis to rub against his trousers, aggravating the site of the
sting; this in turn caused an increased itch and swelling.  Thankfully the
sting had stopped burning.

   Finally, James could not stand it any longer and completely removed his
pants.  His penis stood up, relieved to be free.  But then his shirt-tails
blew against his cock, so he removed his shirt as well.

   The girls re-joined James just after he had removed his shirt.  Their
faces were flushed; their camel-toe were swollen and pink; and their
nipples extended; each of these betraying their arousal.

   At the site of the sting, the girls saw that there was a red spot now
surrounded by a swelling which was already the size of a quarter-dollar. 
The veins along the shaft of his dick bulged out due to the pressure of
blood within them.  Some pre-cum had already leaked out from its tip.

   Chantelle signalled her intention, "We can't let such a beautiful
erection go to waste, can we Tonni?"

   Tonni shook her head, "Nah, sure can't."

   "Shell n..." James pleaded, but it was too late.  She was already there,
naked, crouching in front of him.  Her mouth kissed his cock while her
fingers gripped his shaft just below its tip, well away from the site of
the sting.  She alternated between sucking up the pre-cum from its smooth
mushroomed-end or teasing the glands with her tongue.

   Tonni did not wish to be left out.  She knelt beside Chantelle and
begged, "Can I have a taste?"

   Chantelle looked at the flower over Tonni's ear and decided to share
with her partner.  She handed his cock over to Tonni, who immediately
placed her mouth over it, down to the glands.  She sucked on it as she
bobbed her head back and forth ever so slightly; and Chantelle's fingers
toyed with his balls, gently stroking the hair on one testicle, and then
the other, and back again, each in turn.

   It took less than a minute for him to climax.  The first shot hit
Tonni's tonsils; she recoiled back; the second load landed on her tongue,
and the following globs dribbled onto her right breast.

   Chantelle screamed, "Don't you dare swallow that; it's mine!"

   Tonni turned toward Chantelle, who proceeded to lick the sperm off
Tonni's breast.  Tonni moaned.

   Chantelle glare at Tonni.  "Now stick out your tongue," she commanded.

   Chantelle sucked on Tonni's tongue, making sure to clean ever bit of
sperm off it.  Tonni flicked her tongue about in Chantelle's mouth as they
continued to kiss.  As before Chantelle fingers sought out Tonni's vagina.
This time, Tonni responded by placing a finger into Chantelle's pussy.

   The sight of the two girls kissing ensured that James's cock stayed
rigid.

   The girls' embrace was broken when Tonni coughed involuntarily, "KHH."
This did not dislodge the sperm still on her tonsils.  Her second cough
"HHM," was successful, and then she swallowed the sperm, "mmm." She licked
her lips; she liked her first taste of sperm.  She also liked being
intimate with Chantelle.

   Eventually all three of them arrived at the canteen, naked.

   They all dumped their clothes onto the nearest table.

   James immediately flopped onto a chair, while the naked girls went to
fetch some drinks, as was now the tradition.

   Chantelle slammed the cooler door shut and they returned with four cans.

   "A Sprite for Jamie," Chantelle declared, holding out his drink.  She
also had her usual raspberry iced-tea Snapple.

   Tonni carried Natt's Coke and a diet Coke for herself.  She sat facing
James and Chantelle and placed both drinks on the table beside her.  Then
she remembered the medicine cabinet, and thought it may contain something
to help ease James's symptoms.

   Searching through the cabinet she found a bottle of antihistamine
tablets.

   Tonni handed James the bottle, "Here Jamie, take one of these, it may
help."

   James took a tablet from the bottle, "Thanks Tonni." He immediately
washed it down with a mouthful of Sprite.  Then he asked, "Does Natt take
one of these when he gets stung?"

   "Nah; he's built up an immunity.  He says it still hurts when he is
stung, but he doesn't swell up or become itchy."

   "Gee he's lucky," James conceded as he looked down at the swelling on
his itchy cock.

   Now Chantelle's tradition was to remain naked while she consumed her
Snapple.  It seemed Tonni intended to do the same.

   As they sat together occasionally sipping their drinks, James caressed
Chantelle's thigh.  With each upward stroke his fingers moved a little
higher.  Anything to take his mind off the developing itch.

   When James's fingers neared Chantelle's groin, she slightly separated
her legs, thus signalling her permission for him stimulate her.  He did not
need any other invitation.  His hand quickly and lovingly moved to her
pussy, which he explored.  His index finger slid between her labia before
rising to circle her swelling clit with a soft caress.

   James lent over and kissed Chantelle; their tongues played tag while his
fingers worked their magic.

   She moaned when he pushed two fingers into her.  Back and forth they
trust in her warm wetness.  Her cunt squeezed his fingers each time he hit
that spot.

   Chantelle looked into James's eyes, and softly pleaded, "Oh, Jamie
darling; I need your cock inside me."

   "I'm sorry; but you heard what Natt said about rubbing it."

   "Yeah; but I feel so turned on; please..."

   James interrupted, "It's alright, I think I know what to do."

   Immediately Natt entered the Canteen, he saw what James was doing.  He
was not shocked by this, because he had seen them making love before via
his security monitors.

   When the screen-door banged shut behind him, Chantelle opened her eyes
and saw Natt standing in front of her.  Their eyes met; Chantelle eyes
sparkled, and her face glowed as she smiled at him, to which Natt mouthed,
"Hi," and smiled back.

   Chantelle nodded in acknowledgement.

   Natt thought that Chantelle's level of excitement increased once she
knew that he was watching them.  Chantelle loved being watched.

   Natt had intended asking James how his cock felt; was it still stinging;
how much had it swollen.  But Natt had already noticed Chantelle's legs
were spread wide with James's head between them, as he skilfully stimulated
her clit with his tongue.  Natt could also see that James had two fingers
stimulating her G-spot.  She lay back with her mouth open, moaning
contentedly.  So, Natt decided not to disturb James.

   When Natt caught Chantelle's eye again, he just mouthed, "Enjoy."

   Chantelle nodded in reply.

   Tonni didn't appear to be concerned by Natt's presence.  She just
continued to play with herself while she sat watching James and Chantelle.
She masturbated furiously.  Her breathing was heavy as she thrust a finger
back and forth inside her glistening cunt.

   Then Tonni's finger trailed a thread of mucus as she carried her
love-juices up onto her inflamed clit; her muscles twitched as her finger
gently rubbed circles around her clit.  Her face was rapt with pleasure. 
Her nude body glistened with sweat despite the coolness in the canteen. 
She had an orgasm, a noisy orgasm.

   Natt watched Tonni out of the corner of his eye, and decided it best to
pretend not to notice.  He had never thought of his sister as a sexual
animal, because until recently, she had always worn such drab clothes and
seemed so shy.  In fact, he had never glimpsed her nude before, and
certainly not seen her masturbate; he was amazed at her new found boldness.
She certainly seemed to be enjoying herself, but why not; his little sister
was entitled to get as much pleasure from masturbation as he always has.

   The air was heavy with the scent of female arousal.  It and the sexual
exploits of the others filled Natt's head with desire.

   Once Natt had removed his beekeeping overalls, Tonni walked up to him
carrying his can of Coke.

   He took it, "Thanks sis."

   And as he stood there having a sip, Tonni began unbuttoning his shirt
with nervous fingers.  She wondered, "Will he allow me to go all-the-way?
Oh geez, I hope so."

   Natt protested, "What are you doing?" However, he did not stop her; he
had never been undressed by a girl before, and certainly not by a naked
one. It excited him.

   He had not realised how sexy his little sister had become.  Her firm,
budding breasts stood proud high up on her chest, rising and falling with
each breath; her nipples were extended.  And below her flat tummy, her
mound was completely hairless and smooth.  Her hips had become wide enough
to create a gap between her slender legs, a gap where her camel-toe was
fully visible; her pussy lips were pink, swollen and dripping wet, with
just a hint of an inner lip protruding.

   Natt had noticed how her attitude had changed over the last few months;
now she always wore her contact lenses instead of those heavy glasses, and
she had taken to wearing a mini-skirt and blouse instead of a sloppy
tracksuit.  She may not have been as desirable as Chantelle or Veronica,
but she had most certainly blossomed.  Her nude beauty made him realise how
much he himself longed for sex at that moment.

   Tonni gazed up at Natt's face and saw where he was looking, at her
pussy; she was pleased.  She looked down and could clearly make out a bulge
in his pants; this pleased her even more.

   But Natt did not notice her glances, because his thoughts were of the
last time he had seen Veronica; how a nude Veronica had sat with her legs
spread just enough to tease him with a full view of her hairless pussy,
which was swollen, red, and glistened with lust.  But it was her red hair
and hazel-green eyes that really attracted him.

   Tonni managed to take off Natt's shirt and was encouraged by the fact
that the bulge in his pants had grown.

   She started undoing his belt while he continued to daydream.  Even as
nervous as she was, it didn't take her long to remove Natt's pants as well.
His dick sprang free; pointing up at her face; reddened; begging for
attention.  The veins along its length bulged so much that it looked like a
gnarled tree-trunk; a huge tree-trunk; over two inches thick and more than
eight inches long.  Tonni thought, "Geez; will that really fit inside me?
Wow!"

   Still Natt's thoughts were of a nude Veronica; how she had put his left
hand on her breast and pushed his right hand down onto her moist pussy as
she hugged and kissed him goodbye.  And what a kiss; her tongue licked his
lips before thrusting between them.  She had encouraged his fingers to
enter her; she was tight; her pussy gripped his fingers.

   In reality, it was Tonni who had taken Natt's hand and placed it between
her thighs, using her own fingers to force two of his into her pussy.  It
was also Tonni who began to tongue-kiss him.

   She reached for his cock.  Her fingers encircled it and squeezed it
gently.  Her hand confirmed that Natt's penis was larger than any she had
felt before.  This made her more excited, but also more nervous about
taking such a huge cock into herself.

   Gently she stroked the length of his manhood.  His skin felt soft and
warm.  A drop of pre-cum oozed from its tip.

   Back and forth her fingers moved along its massive length, with her
thumb spreading his pre-cum each time it reached the knob.  Still more was
released with each stroke.

   Suddenly Natt's dreaming ended and he realised that his fingers were
really inside Tonni's pussy, and it was her tongue that darted about in his
mouth.  He thought it wrong, but he did not pull away; he did however
withdraw his fingers, but first he felt around the inside of her vagina for
a little while.

   "Tonni don't," he pleaded unconvincingly when she broke the kiss.

   But Tonni continued to play with his cock which now ached with the
intense pleasure she was giving him.

   She was wet from her earlier masturbation, but the anticipation of what
she was about to do was of itself very exciting, and made her even wetter.

   When she thought he was ready, she guided his cock between her pussy
lips.  At first, she just moved its head around in her slit, moistening it,
ready for its entry.  This excited her even more than when she had sex with
William in the back row of the picture theatre.  Not wearing panties under
her miniskirt was certainly a good idea that night.  Ever since then, she
has always gone without, even at school.  Something William soon
discovered, and took advantage of, whenever they met between classes.  She
did enjoy his fingering on such occasions.

   Meanwhile, in the background, were the continual moans of Chantelle; but
now they grew louder and more intense as James finger-fucked her with
increased speed.  She ran her fingers through his hair as she held him
against her pussy, her body shook each time he touched her G-spot.

   Tonni was encouraged by Chantelle's moans, even though she did not
realise it.  She placed Natt's cock at her pussy entrance.  Her warm
wetness enveloped the knob; still he did not stop her.

   At first there was a brief twinge of pain as his huge cock tore her
hymen just a little.

   Inch by inch she pressed herself onto him; she could feel his cock being
forced deeper and deeper, stretching her inside as it went.  It was the
same sensation as she experienced first time she had sex, but without so
much pain.  It was the drug that she had immediately become addicted to,
and continually sought.

   She continued to push down until her clit was tickled by the tangle of
his pubic hairs.  Finally, she had eight inches of his enflamed cock
throbbing within her.  She thought, "Who said size doesn't count.  I can
feel the difference.  So much fuller.  So much better...  Oh yeah; oh, so
good."

   Again, Natt's thoughts were of Veronica; how, on the same day as she
teased him, Veronica had approached James in the carpark.  His cock was
protruding out of his pants, stiff and inviting.  He remembered hearing her
tell James how horny she felt just before she took his cock all the way
inside her.  Recalling this made Natt realise that he should have pressed
himself into her nude body when she kissed him goodbye; now he was sure
that she would have accepted him, and not as a passive partner, but as an
active participant.

   Tonni flexed her ankles in her effort to massage Natt's cock with her
pussy; up on her toes to have it withdraw a little, then back down again to
drive it all the way in.  She never tired of that stretching sensation as
it pushed back in.

   It took some determination, but the sensation was worth it.  It felt oh
so good; especially each time his penis pushed past her G-spot.  Her
nipples were caressed by his chest hairs as her breasts rubbed up and down
against his body.

   The canteen was filled with the squishing sound of Natt's cock sliding
into Tonni's hot, slippery cunt; and the slurping sound as it withdrew; and
the occasional moans of pleasure by both Tonni and Chantelle.  If one
listened carefully, you could also hear the small birds feeding among the
nearby shrubs, but none of the occupants of the canteen were aware of them.

   When her ankles could take it no more, Tonni satisfied herself by
grinding her clit against him; his pubic hairs tickled.

   Suddenly an ear-piecing scream filled the canteen.  Chantelle was
climaxing.  She made no effort to remain quiet.  She pulled James firmly
against her pussy with her two hands interlocked in his hair.  Her legs
squeezed against his ears.  His fingers felt her insides spasm wildly as
she experienced the great release.

   Chantelle's orgasm broke Natt's thoughts.  He was on the verge himself,
so he whispered a warning in Tonni's ear, "Ooh gees Tonni; I'm about to
cum." Thus, he pleaded with her to release him.  But she had her arms tight
about him and held him until he discharged all his frustration into her. 
His thick salty cum splashed about her cervix and into her womb, again and
again.

   Natt's conscience bothered him, "Oh hell sis; we shouldn't have done
this."

   Tonni moaned through clenched teeth.

   When Chantelle relaxed, spent but satisfied, James pulled free of her
legs.  "Shell, do you still want to fuck?" he whispered.

   Without hesitation Chantelle replied, "Oh yes, please.  Stick it in."

   "You have to promise to lay still."

   Chantelle reluctantly agreed.  "Yeah, I will; I promise.  Please do it."

   James moved his hip between her legs.  Thankfully his cock slid in with
almost no resistance; she was dripping wet.  They lay there motionless;
well except for the fact that Chantelle regularly flexed her sphincter
muscles to massage his cock.

   "Shell!  I thought you promised not to move."

   Chantelle was indignant.  "I'm not moving my body."

   "But I can feel you pussy squeezing me, and I'm afraid squeezing may be
as bad as rubbing."

   Chantelle apologised, "Sorry; do you want me to stop?"

   "Yeah, I think you better."

   "Oh bugger." And so they had to be content with a nude cuddle and hungry
kisses.

   And still Tonni held Natt; slowly grinding her clit against his pubic
bone, back-and-forth until her whole body tensed and her cunt went into
involuntary spasms.  She had a wild orgasm; a very noisy orgasm; it gave
her "the relief" she had so desperately sought.

   Her face had a relaxed glow of satisfaction and contentment; of having
given herself completely to a man; of being full of his life-giving sperm
as God intended.

   Amazingly Natt's cock remained firm, and still she held him.

   She stared into his eyes and he looked back lovingly.  He had finally
accepted his sister as a beautiful sex partner, despite the normal
conventions.  He lent forward and kissed her; this time he was kissing his
little sis, and not dreaming of Veronica.

   They both started moving their hips back-and-forth.  The sensation was a
little different now because of the lubricating effect of his sperm, which
oozed out of her cunt and down onto his balls and her legs.

   He did not know if he would be able to cum again, or if she would have
another orgasm, but that didn't matter; it still felt wonderful; the warmth
of her soft skin against his; her nipples pressed into his chest, all while
they stood there nude, still coupled.

   They both knew this would not be the only time they would make love. 
That visits to each other's bedroom would certainly make the rest of the
lockdown more tolerable.