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THIS DOCUMENT IS A SEXUALLY GRAPHIC STORY ABOUT AN INTENSE SEXUAL,
EMOTIONAL AND INTELLECTUAL RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN A TEENAGE GIRL AND
A YOUNG BOY AND THE COURSE OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP OVER A PERIOD OF
10 YEARS. IT IS A DRAMATIZATION ABOUT REAL PEOPLE AND THEIR CON-
FLICT WITH SOCIAL EXPECTATIONS. IF THIS SUBJECTS OFFENDS YOU OR IF
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THE ADVENTURES OF ME AND MARTHA JANE
by S.J.R.
PART 12A:
Some events are like dreams. Their cause, their meaning, their place
in one's history remain forever unexplained. They occur once in time; in
memory, they are recurring, timeless, with vague borders and an always
jumbled, inexact sequence. All one can say is that they occurred, and
defiant memory recalls only the pieces, but never their source or their
reason.
In the yellow-white sun Martha and Ronnie slipped into their swim-
suits and I pulled on my shorts. We strolled through a small forest to a
nearby village We drank iced tea with lime and munched sandwiches.
Ronnie and Martha chatted and debated while I gawked and watched the
parade of Fire Islanders drifting from the city and lounging about the
pier. The teenagers passed by, the freaks in their outlandish costumes
and body markings passed by, the New Jersey families and the Manhattan
executives and the yacht owners and the working girls and average guys
passed by. In my mind, while the rest of the world churned around us, I
had the sense that the three of us -- hair-bleached me, sunny-faced
Martha, dark-eyed Ronnie -- were somehow insular, absolute. Looking back
on the whole day, we seemed to be moving in a different direction from
everyone else, at a different pace.
After a long lunch we strolled across a wide, open plain of sand dune
and low brush, and then through yet another secluded wood, and then to
yet another village, speaking among ourselves while no one spoke to us,
no one deflected our conversation or our thoughts. Martha and Ronnie
gabbed away, I gaped away, and the rest of the world left us to our
business. We watched the beginning of the sunset in the early evening,
boarding the ferry just as the sun painted the world red and sank into a
black sea, and during the ferry ride we watched the day end. The stars
came out. Distant lights glowed lazily. The boat docked and we piled
into a taxi that barely made it in time to the train station, and then we
were on a train going in the opposite direction from everyone else,
headed for Manhattan. Two hours later we decided to walk home from Penn
Station, the three of us joined as Martha grabbed my hand and pulled me
between her and Ronnie and then Ronnie took my hand as well and all three
of us strolled, and looked in the same windows together, and commented on
the same sights together, and were all tired together from the trip, and
all three of us climbed to Martha's place. We made berry tea and sat on
the floor in front of the sofa and talked and drank tea and ate cheese
and crackers. It was Ronnie who suggested the lights were too bright, so
she turned off all but the small table lamp, and all three of us contin-
ued as before. Then it was Martha who lit the first cigarette and Ronnie
followed, and then I, and Martha told me to open the window a little
wider and I placed the small Hunter fan on the sill. Ronnie was too un-
comfortable with her swimsuit under her clothes so she removed her jeans
and shirt and Martha followed suit, and I got down to my cutoffs, and
Martha said, exhaling a stream of smoke into the room, that we were all
getting to be smoke fiends. Ronnie talked about Michigan and bad parents
and Martha rose and lit two candles, one on each side of the room, and
turned off the table lamp. "Nice, Martha!" Ronnie cooed, as the candle-
glow draped an almost palpable cocoon of dim, lazily flickering light
around us. Martha sat in the middle of the circle we made around the
small towel on the floor where we placed the tea and the cheese, and the
girls rested on their sides in their swimsuits.
Ronnie told Martha, "You haven't burned candles in a long time."
Martha said, "No, not since our all-nighter. When was it? Three
months ago?"
"Yeah, right after gorgeous George," Ronnie lamented. "How did I
ever end up with him? Steven, you'd love this guy. Testosterone city.
Talk about nuclear overkill."
Martha gave a muffled laugh as she spread cheese on a cracker. "You
keep dating the same guy over and over, Ronnie. Only the names change."
"They're all alike anyway, aren't they? I mean, the whole idea is
to get sex, right?"
"No," Martha said.
"Sure it is. Steven, you're a guy, right? You know other guys,
right? It's biology, isn't it? Getting sex is the whole idea."
I shook my head. "The whole idea is to give pleasure."
Martha smiled at me and nodded.
Ronnie said, "Okay, honey, so you're different."
Martha said, "Steven's very different."
Ronnie leaned toward Martha and said, "And, Martha, my god, his back
rub was something else. Steven, you oughtta start a business. I never
felt such warm hands. Are your hands always that warm?"
Martha grinned, lying face-down, her eyes secretly teasing me. "He
has very warm hands. Very intuitive."
"Lemme see," Ronnie said, reaching for my left hand. "Gimme your
hand. Martha, I can't believe this, feel how warm this guy is! You have
fever, sweetheart? C'mere. God, his arms are warm, too. Must be that
hot Italian blood."
Martha said, "Steven isn't hot-blooded, Ronnie, he's warmhearted."
I blushed and pulled my hand away, grabbing another cracker.
"Aww," Ronnie said, "look at him blush. Aww, look."
Martha said, "Ronnie, leave him alone. You already embarrassed him
once today."
"Really? Steven, were you that embarrassed? Aww, I'm sorry. I
thought it was pretty funny, myself."
Martha said, "Ronnie, there's a difference between hot-blooded and
warmhearted. They don't necessarily go together."
"Ain't that the truth!" Ronnie said. "I've had some very hot-
blooded, co-o-old-hearted dates."
"You deserve better, Ron," Martha said.
"Steven," Ronnie said, taking a puff and tilting a finger toward me,
"I like your attitude. Martha, why can't I find somebody with an atti-
tude like his?"
"Because," Martha said, sighing, "you grew up with a lot of aggres-
sive people who didn't like you and you're still trying to -- "
"I know, I know," Ronnie said, ruffled. "Martha, I told you not to
tell me that again or I'd wash your mouth with soap."
Martha pestered her with a small, sly smile.
Ronnie said petulantly, crushing out her cigarette in the ashtray on
the floor at her side, "Why can't I find somebody nice? Everybody I
know has the same problem. I always end up with heavyweights who just
..get some kinda kick out of tormenting people."
Martha said, mildly reproving, "Maybe you don't pay that much atten-
tion to people who are good to you. It's easy to take them for granted."
"I pay attention to you, don't I? And you're nice to me."
"Maybe you have a problem accepting niceness in men, not in women."
"Steven's nice, isn't he? I like Steven. And you have trouble
finding nice people, too, Martha. You're so picky."
"I was spoiled early," Martha said. "My first lover was...very, very
good to me."
I bristled at Martha's words, turning my eyes to the ceiling. She
smiled at me furtively.
"Steven," Ronnie began, reaching for a cracker, "I bet you don't
have any problem finding somebody who's nice to you."
"Doesn't happen often," I said.
"Really? But you're so interesting and sensitive." She beamed at me
playfully. "Great with a bottle of Coppertone." She narrowed her eyes
skeptically. "I can't believe you have a problem finding someone."
"Only happened once, so far," I said.
Ronnie didn't say anything right away. She frowned, pondering, and
absently spread cheese on a cracker. "What's it like," she asked softly,
"to be with someone who's really good to you?"
"Wonderful," I said.
"No, Steven, I mean -- seriously -- what's it like? How does it
happen? How do you make it happen?"
Martha interjected, "You don't 'make' it happen, Ronnie. It just
happens. And not that often."
I said, "You can't make somebody be good to you if they don't want
to. I've been raised by people who weren't very nice to me. Not nice in
the way one needs, I mean. Relatives bought me things. My parents gave
me a place to live. But I wouldn't say they were nice to me. And it's
not something you 'do' to somebody else; it's mutual, it's not something
you do, it's something that's done."
"Mutual," Ronnie mused slowly, as if tasting the word. "Mutual. No,
I never had that." She looked down at the cracker in her hand and
murmured, a bitter edge to her voice, "That's something I sure as hell
didn't have much experience with in Michigan. Or New York, either."
There was brief silence in the little room. Martha rose on her arms
and then stood up quickly. "Are we finished with this cheese and stuff?"
"Yeah, I'm stuffed," Ronnie said, popping one more cracker into her
mouth. "Come on, get it away from me. I'll never leave it alone while
it's right in front of me."
Martha gathered the leftovers. "Come on, Steven, help me get this
into the kitchen."
In the kitchen as she re-wrapped the cheese and I helped her put
things away, she whispered, "Steven, I have to get her off this subject.
Don't even let her get started." She glanced at me. "Do you like her?"
"Sure," I said.
"I mean...as a real friend. Do you like her?"
I whispered reassuringly, "I feel comfortable with her, if that's
what you mean. Not like people I know in Memphis."
When we finished, Martha stopped me with a hand on my arm and whisp-
ered, "Wait." In the center of the kitchen she paused and reached up to
pull the string that turned off the kitchen light. In the near-dark,
lighted only by a spill of candlight from the living room, she waited,
unsmiling, with a contemplative frown.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
Her eyes examined mine briefly, and she glanced toward the living
room, and she said, "Nothing. C'mon."
We returned to the living room and formed the same circle as before.
Ronnie lit another cigarette, looking somber as she sat with her back
against the foot of the sofa.
Martha pulled bobby pins from her hair. "Wasn't it nice on the beach
today?" she said. "Steven's never seen the ocean before. And never a
nude beach. There's nothing like that where we came from, except in no-
where places in Arkansas."
Ronnie said she couldn't live without the freedom to lie naked in the
sun now and then. The winters, she said, were too long in New York and
the summers too short. Martha said that the first time she and Ronnie
discovered the nude area they were both squeamish about undressing,
making silly jokes and giggling the first time they did it. Ronnie asked
if I had been embarrassed and I blushed and said no, and Martha quipped
that I had "a lot" to be embarrassed about and Ronnie laughed, mildly
shocked, and asked "Martha, how do you know that about Steven?" and
Martha smiled enigmatically and said, "I know," and Ronnie looked at her
and then at me, and sniggered and said Martha was assuming a lot from the
way things must have been with me years before, and we sat quietly for a
while, gazing at the candles. Martha said, "Candlelight is so nice,
isn't it?" I gave a brief soliloquy on candlelight as natural, and said
that for centuries mankind saw something spiritual in candlelight and,
even after electricity was invented, fire was still used in ceremony and
pageantry. Ronnie thought about it and said she saw something very
spiritual in candlelight, too, and it struck her as having a quietly
erotic quality. Martha got up and went into the bedroom and Ronnie asked
her why she was frittering around and Martha returned in a bathrobe and
fished a bottle of Coppertone from one of the bags and said she was going
to put on a thin coat of lotion to keep her from peeling. "We got so much
sun today," she said, slipping the robe from her shoulders and sitting
bare-breasted as she rubbed lotion onto her face and neck, and Ronnie
thought it was a good idea. Ronnie told me, "You better put some extra
on, too, Steven, so you won't peel. You're not used to the kind of sun
you get on Fire Island." She slipped the straps of her swimsuit off her
shoulders and rubbed oil on her arms and shoulders, and Martha said it
was silly to sit around in their swimsuits after laying nude together on
the beach all day. Ronnie said it was rather strange that we looked at
each other all day with no clothes on and here we were, the three of us,
sitting almost like Puritans in our swimsuits, showing most of our bodies
anyway, after spending half the day nude in broad daylight. Martha joked
about how civilization had made us so uncivilized when it came to our
bodies, and Ronnie agreed. "How did the cave men react to that?" she
asked, lighting another cigarette and lighting a second one and giving it
to me, "I mean, we weren't always covered with hair." And Martha told
her it came from the Bible. "Original sin," she said, "Remember how
ashamed Adam and Eve were when they figured out they were nekkid?" And
Ronnie laughed and wondered how long it must have taken Adam and Eve to
figure it out, and Martha said, "It is silly, isn't it?." Martha giggled
and noticed she was already half nude anyway, with her robe around her
waist, and I wondered aloud if a candlelight bath wouldn't be as soothing
as a sun bath, and Ronnie said, "Hey, wanna take a candlelight bath? What
the hell, it's so stupid to feel ashamed, isn't it? Steven already saw
me with nothing on," and Martha said, "It's our attitudes, Ronnie, it's
our training," and then Martha lay on her tummy and slipped the robe off
and asked me to put lotion on her back, and Ronnie watched me rub oil on
Martha and asked Martha, "Don't his hands feel great? I told you this
afternoon you were missing something," and while I rubbed lotion on
Martha, Ronnie went into the bathroom and came out without her swimsuit
on and a towel held to her front. She put the towel on the floor and lay
beside me and Martha, face-down on the towel, and asked me to do her when
I was finished with Martha. When I shifted over to work on Ronnie's
back, Martha looked at me and asked if I were embarrassed, and I said no,
and she asked, "Why do you still have your shorts on?" and I balked for a
minute, wondering if I could conceal a recurrence of the hard-on's I had
earlier, and Ronnie said, "See? See how we've been conditioned? I wonder
if men are more embarrassed about it than women?" And Martha said she
thought that might be true, because the popular conception was that
women's bodies were pretty and displayable and men's weren't, and Ronnie
said she remembered reading women were ten times more exhibitionistic
than men. "I mean," Ronnie said, "look at the magazine rack, the pinups
and most of the ads are pictures of women, not pictures of men," and I
watched as Ronnie and Martha, lying on their tummies and facing each
other, with me between them, grinned and winked at each other, so I stood
up and said, "All right, you two, you made your point," and they giggled
and I removed my jeans and underwear, and Martha smirked when she saw
that I was a little firm, and Ronnie saw too and turned her head the
other way, resting it on the floor and saying, "All right, I won't look.
Just don't leave my back alone." I knelt down and wet my hands with
lotion and spread it lightly on Ronnie's back, and she moaned and said,
"Oh, I thought it was the sun that was so warm, but it was Steven's
hands!" And Martha said, "I know Stephen's hands," and she looked up at
me warmly and asked, "We're not being too demanding, are we, hon? Ronnie
and I are so used to each other and we've been on the nude beach dozens
of times, when it wasn't closed," and I smiled and said it was okay, and
Martha rose onto her elbows and watched me rubbing Ronnie, and Ronnie
said, "Well, you two shouldn't be exactly strangers to each other," and
when Martha didn't say anything, Ronnie tensed and asked, "Martha, did I
say the wrong thing again?" Martha said quietly, "No, hon, it was
okay." And Ronnie murmured out of the side of her mouth with her lips
against the floor, "Leave it to Ronnie to open her big mouth," and Martha
said again, "It's okay," looking up at me to see if I had reacted to
Ronnie. I smiled at her and shook my head to tell Martha I didn't mind.
Time passed and the candles lowered. Ronnie moaned a couple of times
as I rubbed, and I moved down to cover her legs and then moved up to put
lotion on her tush, and she smiled and said "hmmm," and I finished rub-
bing that part of her quickly, feeling blood rush to my groin. Martha
smiled at me and wiggled her feet and said, "Me, too, Stephen, you didn't
do all of me," and I said, "Well, I wouldn't want your tush to peel," and
Ronnie giggled at that. I rubbed lotion on the back of Martha's legs and
then massaged lotion lingeringly onto her tush, and she smiled, pleased,
and Ronnie turned her head to watch Martha and Martha glanced at Ronnie
and grinned sheepishly at Ronnie, and Ronnie chuckled and said, "See? I
told you he had great hands," and Martha said slowly, "Yes, Ronnie, I
know about Steven's hands." Ronnie blushed and crooked an elbow and
leaned her head on her raised hand, her small soft breasts leaning toward
the floor as she moved slightly onto her side. She watched Martha as I
rubbed her, and then looked up at me, and then back at Martha, who closed
her eyes and smiled as I finished, and then Martha rose on her elbows and
said, "Okay, Steven, your turn. Lie down."
I lay face-down between them, grateful for the chance to hide my
rising penis. I closed my eyes and folded my arms on the floor and
rested my face on my forearms, hearing Martha slither lotion on her hand.
She spread her palms on my back and rubbed languorously, then more
softly. She said to Ronnie, "Steven likes the soft touch, at first," and
she massaged me gently for a moment and then I heard her say to Ronnie,
"Here, you do him," and then I heard Ronnie wet her hands and then felt
her long-fingered, hot hands making feathery trails up and down my back
and across the back of my neck, and my cock got harder. Then her hands
left and reappeared as trailing fingers down my thighs, and the young
dark-brown hair on my legs and arms bristled and I heard Ronnie give a
little squeal and a chuckle and she said, "Mm, he likes that," and Martha
said, "yes, he does," and after lightly rubbing my legs for a minute she
gripped me on my lower calves and ran her hands firmly up my legs to the
tops of my thighs, saying "It brings the blood from the legs to the
heart. Fiore taught me that." I moaned approvingly into my forearms.
Then Ronnie's hand left me again and I heard her lather her hands again
and then she spread her fingers over my buttocks lightly and she gently
rubbed lotion on me there, giving my globes a little squeeze before
trailing her fingers across the skin, whispering, "I'd die for a tush
like this," and Martha said "He's so cute back there," and Ronnie
murmured, "Very cute. I'm so envious." Then her fingers made long, slow,
feathery trails over my buttocks and then across the back of my thighs
and back up to my buttocks, skimming gently along the crack and then ever
so sneakily grazing the hair on my balls, and I jerked and gave a little
yelp, and Ronnie whispered laughingly, "Sorry, sweetheart. That was an
accident. Really." As Ronnie re-capped the lotion bottle she told
Martha, "I'm not used to testicles, y'know. They're so mysterious and
amazing, and I never saw them from this angle," and they both tittered
about that. With my face against my arms I nodded okay, and then Martha
leaned on me from behind, one nipple against my back, and she stroked the
back of my neck and whispered to both of us, "Touch is so reassuring,
isn't it? It can be so comforting," and Ronnie whispered, "Yes. They
say that of all the senses, the sense of touch brings the most pleasure,"
and Martha said, "I love touching. It doesn't matter where. Steven's a
toucher, too. Does that feel nice, Steven?" and I nodded yes, my cock
pressing pleasantly into the floor. Martha said, "Ronnie, Steven and I
still hold hands in the movies, like old friends," and Ronnie said,
"Really? That's so sweet, you two are so sweet with each other," and
Martha whispered, "It's nice to just sit and hold hands." I cleared my
throat and lifted my head slightly to murmur, "Holding Martha's hand is a
different kind of touching. She's a great hand holder." Martha gave a
low, pleased little laugh and said, "You like holding hands with me that
much?" I nodded yes and then I felt Martha lower her head and her hair
grazed my shoulder and her lips touched my back. She skimmed her lips
across my back, barely touching, and she said to Ronnie, "Lips are nice,
too. They're more exciting than just touching, but they're also soothing
when you do it right. Steven likes it this way," and she gave my back a
little kiss with the inside of her lips and said, "Such nice skin.
Everyone in his family has touchable skin. Try it, Ronnie," and Ronnie
said, "Me?" and Martha said, "Yes, go ahead," and Ronnie leaned close to
my head and said, "Is it okay, Steven?" and I nodded yes, and braced
myself during a long pause and heard Martha whisper, "Go ahead, he won't
jump on you," and a few seconds later Ronnie's lips were on my back,
gliding wetly, and my cock lurched under me and Ronnie said, "Hmm, yeah.
Nice. He smells good, too. God, I'm so used to men who smell like sweat
and beer." Martha said, "Steven hates beer," and I cleared my throat and
said, "I can't stand beer," and Ronnie said, "Good for you, sweetheart,"
and Ronnie bent down and held her arm near my face and asked "Do I smell
like anything?" I sniffed her arm and said "Like Coppertone," and she
said "Is that all?" and I sniffed again and said, "Hm, it's like...Well,
I don't know what it's like, but it's nice, it's kinda sweet," and Ronnie
laughed and said "We look like a bunch of eskimos in their igloo,
sniffing each other." We laughed at that and then Martha joked "We
oughtta be using whale oil instead of Coppertone." And then Martha
leaned close to my ear and said, "Roll over, Steven."
PART 12B:
I didn't move. I lay rigid.
Martha said, "Come on, roll over, you don't want your chest to peel,
do you?" and I remained still, and I heard Martha make a little laugh and
she gave my shoulder a nudge and said, "Come on, roll over. What's the
matter?" and Ronnie said, "Uh, Martha, I think we got Steven a little,
uh, al dente, with all that lip stuff." Martha laughed again and asked
with obvious amusement, "Steven, are you hard?" I didn't stir. She
asked, "Are you?" I nodded yes, and both women laughed. Martha said,
"Come on, it won't be anything we haven't seen before," and I shook my
head no, and Ronnie said, "Oh, Martha, don't push him. I don't care
myself, but you saw how embarrassed he was on the beach today. Come on."
Martha implored sweetly, "Oh, come on, Steven, don't be ashamed of feel-
ing good. Doesn't it feel good?" and I nodded and she said, "So come on
and roll over," and I shook my head, firmly this time, and Martha asked,
"How about if Ronnie closes her eyes?" and I shook my head no again, and
then Ronnie's lips were near my ear and she whispered playfully, "You
want us to wait a minute? I forget that guys are more bashful about this
sort of thing than women are. It's easier for us girls to hide the, uh,
visual effects, y'know? Want us to wait? We'll wait if you want.
C'mon, say yes," and I nodded yes. Her hand touched the back of my neck
and she said to Martha, "Martha, he really is touchable," and Martha
said, "Ronnie, I don't think that's helping," and Ronnie removed her hand
and said, "Yeah, right. Sorry," and I heard and felt them both sit up
and Martha sighed and said, "Okay, Steven, we'll wait if you want. I
don't want to embarrass you, you know that," and Ronnie said, "Come on,
Steven, I understand," and she chuckled and then I heard them both give
muffled, whispered laughs and Martha said, "I hope we didn't overdo it."
Ronnie said, "Oh, he can't be that excited already," and Martha said,
"Ronnie, see how different it is when you're gentle, and loving, and your
body is nice to someone else's?" and Ronnie said, "Jeez, I'm so used to
just being grabbed and pitched around." Martha said, "Well, some poeple
like that," and Ronnie said, "I'm tired of the volleyball treatment,
myself." Martha said, "Steven has such a nice body," and Ronnie asked,
"Ready yet, Steven?" and I muttered "Almost" against my arm. Ronnie
said, "Martha, he can't be that big," and Martha said "Steven's big,
hon." Ronnie said impatiently, "Martha, so how do you know so much about
his recent development? Huh? So...you're just gonna sit there with that
secret grin of yours, and not let me in on this? Steven, looks like
Martha doesn't snitch. You can be proud of her," and Martha said slyly
"Keeps you guessing, Ron," and Ronnie said sarcastically "I'm guessing,
Martha, definitely guessing," and Martha called, "Steee-vennn. Come on.
Did you calm down yet?" and I shook my head no and she complained "Hon,
aren't you down just a little?" and I said "Almost" and Ronnie asked
Martha again "How big, Martha? Come on," and Martha said "Size doesn't
matter, Ronnie, it's shape that counts," and Ronnie asked, "Shape?" and
Martha said "You'll see. Come on, Steven." Reluctantly I raised my
head and groaned "Okay" and shifted onto my side. I saw Martha peering
around my body at my slowly settling but prominent cock. She smiled and
said, "Okay, that's better," and Ronnie gave me a chummy wink and mouthed
the words "It's okay." Martha wetted her hand and spread the lotion
onto my chest and gently shoved me onto my back. I shifted to get com-
fortable on the floor and put my hands behind my head while Martha and
Ronnie settled onto their haunches on either side of me. I closed my
eyes.
Martha rubbed my chest and waist and my left leg. Ronnie said "Here,
gimme some, Martha," and she lotioned my right leg firmly and for the
moment, at least, my cock lay flopped over to one side and behaved, but
my scrotum ached. Then Martha began to feather her palms across my tummy
and waist and then along my upper thighs and she asked "Feel nice?" I
nodded, and Martha whispered "Steven is so flat here and so nicely
rounded along his legs. See? Even his knees are cute," and Ronnie
whispered "I can see, Martha, don't rub it in. I'd die for a figure like
this, and I'm not even a guy." Martha whispered "Steven, are my hands
threatening? Do they feel nice?" I nodded, and Martha told Ronnie "He
doesn't like to be grabbed, he likes to be caressed, like this," and she
ran three joined fingertips lightly in wide circles across my upper
thighs and lower tummy and I felt my cock lurch upward in the air and
Martha said "See?" and I heard Ronnie utter in wonderment, "Look," and
Martha said, "Yes," and I opened my eyes and looked down and Ronnie was
staring at the bead of precum on my tip that glistened in the candlelight
and then she used two fingers to gently wipe the smear away and I jerked
and they both giggled, and Ronnie held up her fingers and rubbed them
against each other and whispered "He's wet," and then her eyes found
Martha's and Ronnie grinned and blushed and said "Oh, I think...is this
starting to feel a little illicit?" Martha's eyes twinkled and she
nodded, and Ronnie gazed at the glossy smear she rubbed between her up-
held fingers and mused throatily, "Me too. I'm at least this wet myself,
right now," and Martha whispered furtively 'Me too." They grinned at
each other again and Ronnie looked at my cock, which had just urged its
way upward into the air a little, and Ronnie whispered, "It's a perfect
shape, Martha. Steven, the doctors did a great job on you," and Martha
said, "They must have. Isn't he nice?" and Ronnie whispered, pleased and
captivated, staring at my cock, "Oh, very nice. You were a lucky little
girl, Martha." Ronnie reached toward my cock but stopped and asked,
"Martha, should I?" and Martha grinned and said "Carefully. Verrry
carefully," and Ronnie glanced at me and asked "Okay?" and I cleared my
throat and paused and Martha said "Well, maybe Steven should say so," and
Ronnie pouted and said "Awww," and I said "Okay," and I closed my eyes,
waiting. After a second or two I felt Ronnie's long, soft fingers coil
around me amiably and my shaft gave her a little throb hello as the heat
and texture of her fingers and palm soaked through my flesh and into my
thighs. Ronnie whispered "Martha, I see what you mean. It's the shape.
Yeah, the shape. Mmm," and Martha warned, "I think this might be a
little too much right now, Ronnie," and Ronnie let go of me and I real-
ized my back was arched upward and I relaxed onto the floor with a gasp.
Ronnie asked "You okay, sweetheart?" and I said, my voice showing signs
of strain, "Yes. Fine." Martha laughed and said sympathetically, "Oh,
hon, you look so worried!" She bent down and kissed my cheek, whisper-
ing, "Don't fret, hon, it'll be okay," and she rose and reached for the
bottle of lotion and I said uneasily, "If you say so," and she said "It
will. Okay, Steven, time for you to make me and Ronnie look ridiculous.
Come on. Wanna do my front?"
Martha moved away from me and I raised up. She lay on her back on
the floor and put one hand under head and rested, relaxed and supine. Her
eyes met mine and her relaxed face was soft and her eyes waiting. She
listlessly held the bottle of lotion up to me and said, "I don't want my
front to peel, either." I squeezed lotion into one hand and rested on my
elbow, reclining on my side along Martha's length, and smeared and rubbed
the lotion into her chest and ribs. Martha turned her head away and
closed her eyes and I rubbed between her breasts and then massaged her
breasts gently and then circled my open palms more lightly around her
nipples and she looked up and smiled and watched my hands on her. I got
more lotion and massaged along the tops of her thighs and calves, and
then lightly along the inside of her thighs. Ronnie moved and knelt
closer behind me and watched, and Martha looked up and past me as Ronnie
reclined on her side behind me and I felt her soft length rest against me
and a breast flattened against my back, and Ronnie ran her fingers softly
along the side of my uppermost thigh and my cock started hardening again
and Martha grinned at me, and then I finished with the tickling strokes
along her thighs and she parted her legs slightly as I ran a finger along
the very edge of her mound, and then she watched as I grabbed the bottle
and squirted a drop on my finger and smeared it between two fingers, and
then I dabbed a little on one of Martha's nipples and then on the other
and smiled at her as she looked down to watch my fingers gently pluck at
her nipples. She sighed and her eyes narrowed and she looked at me and
whispered "Yes" as I trailed a finger down her tummy. And then softly,
slowly, I cupped her mound, my fingers pointing downward, and we looked
at each other and I felt Ronnie's hand stop on me and felt her watching,
too, as I looked into Martha's eyes. And Martha gave me a small, subtle
nod and looked down as I pressed my palm into her mound and made a slow
circle, then another, and she closed her eyes, and then I bent my middle
finger and probed past her thick, wet cuntlips and her breath wobbled and
she closed around my finger as my finger gradually entered, and then my
finger searched for and found the secret spot inside her and pressed and
massaged it and her thighs whispered apart and she breathed more slowly.
I withdrew my finger and made a circle on her clit and she sighed, and I
inserted my finger again and very, very slowly, I fingerfucked her with
my palm resting on her, and I heard Ronnie breathe behind me and for a
brief while the only sound in the room was the two women breathing, and
then Ronnie, leaning a little more into me, snaked her arm around my
thigh and along my tummy and then two of her fingers held my cock,
briefly, and squeezed, once, and then her two fingers dipped into the
drop of precum at my tip and I could feel her grinning against me, and I
gasped, and Martha reached down to still my hand and she looked at me and
bit her lower hip and whispered "Not yet." She glanced at Ronnie and
whispered "Be nice to Ronnie, too."
I withdrew my finger and turned to Ronnie, who scooted back to give
me room to turn around, and she then lay back with one arm draped over
her head and the other across her slightly rounded tummy. She smiled at
me lethargically and I smiled back bashfully as I shifted to my other
side and wet my hand and began slowly spreading lotion on her sides and
waist and then on her shoulders, and my shaft firmed a little more and
lay against Ronnie's thigh as my brain swirled. My hands felt the new
sensations of a new female body, a body softer and even warmer than
Martha's. Ronnie's warm flesh was less silky and less firm than Martha's
but tempting nevertheless, baby-soft skin overlaying a firmness
underneath, skin that seemed to melt under my hand and cling to my palm
as I massaged between her breasts. Her head fell to one side and she
closed her eyes as I cupped her breasts, soft globes that sloped lower
than Martha's and were less solidly round, but more yielding and puffy
and moist, and then I put a drop of lotion on her nipples and gently
squeezed and then Martha leaned against me and ran her hand down my arm
and whispered softly "She likes you to pinch them a little," and I turned
a little and asked Martha "How do you know?" and Martha said "She told
me." So I squeezed Ronnie's nipples a little more purposefully and when
nothing happened I squeezed a little more, carefully, not wanting to hurt
her, and Ronnie's closed eyes fluttered and she smiled and nodded and I
gave her nipples several slow, tight tugs with the wet lotion and she
sighed with her eyes still closed and whispered "Yes," and I felt Martha
smile against my back and Martha whispered "See?" and I nodded and worked
Ronnie's dark nipples until they budded and hardened. Then I got more
lotion and applied it to the outside and tops of her thighs and then
began working more slowly and more lightly and more tantalizingly along
her inner thighs below and then above her knees, and then with long
feathery strokes I made the first approach upward along the inside of her
thighs toward her cunt, and I heard her draw in her breath and looked at
her as she lay with her head still turned to one side, and I moved higher
along her thigh and felt Martha watching me from over my shoulder, and
adding to my excitement was an oddly pleasurable fascination when I
discovered that her thigh was so slim and delicate that my hand could
wrap itself halfway around it and then Martha's hand stopped moving on my
arm as I neared Ronnie's crotch and stroked the tender flesh on the
uppermost part of the inside of Ronnie's thighs, and the edge of my hand
grazed her soft and glistening black curls and her hips twitched and she
uttered "Oh." Then I let my hand graze her wet outer lips once or twice
as I stroked and I felt a fluttering under the flesh of her thighs, and
then I placed my palm on her tummy and scooted up a little on my side and
Martha followed me and watched with her face on my shoulder as I placed
my palm on Ronnie's tummy and held it there gently for a few seconds and
then turned my palm so the fingers pointed toward her cunt, and then I
slid my hand down until I touched her dark whorl and I made a little
circle with my palm that moved farther down, and Ronnie's neck tensed and
her thighs parted as I moved my palm lower, and then I moved my palm down
and covered her mound, her curls leaving small beads of wet on my skin,
and Ronnie's hips arched and she gulped and I pressed against her mound
and started making firm, slow circles on her and she gulped again, and
then I pressed my middle finger slightly and kept making small circles on
her and then Ronnie turned her head toward me and smiled and opened her
eyes and her smile widened sultrily. She whispered, "Go ahead." I
pushed my finger into her. Her eyes glistened and she raised her hips
against my hand and she mouthed a quiet, sensual "Yeah." And my middle
finger slowly slid in and out and she looked down to watch my finger.
After a moment she gripped my finger tightly inside and I acknowledged
the sensation with a quiet "Hmm," and she looked at me and smiled and
said, "Feel that?", and I smiled and nodded and fingerfucked her slowly
and she whispered naughtily, "Feels good," and she looked down and
enjoyed watching me do it to her. My finger found that she was much
narrower than Martha, smaller, less lubricous but more clinging, and I
pulled my finger out of her gently and she sighed a soft "Mmmm" and my
finger searched for her clit and found it was short and smallish but
hardening and hot, and I made a circle directly on it and Ronnie's body
seemed to sink into the floor and her thighs parted and she said happily
"Oh yeah," and I made a firmer circle on her clit and Ronnie's eyes
half-closed and she looked up at me and narrowed her eyes and whispered
seethingly, "That's so good," and Martha moved from me and lay on her
tummy with her head near Ronnie's and asked "Is he doing it right?" and
Ronnie looked down at my circling finger and her hips bobbed slowly and
Ronnie whispered "Yeah," and she gulped hard and gasped and said "Ah,"
and then she gulped again and said, "Martha, no one ever did this to me,"
and Martha smiled at her and whispered "Nice, isn't it?" and Ronnie
nodded and looked down at my finger and breathed "Oh, yes, it's so...easy
and so...lewd." I circled her clit a few more times and then held my
finger in her a minute, staying still to let her know I was finished for
the moment, and her hips quieted and she caught her breath and then I
pulled my finger out of her and she smiled at me and said "Mmm"
contentedly.
I looked at Martha, whose eyes met mine, and I stretched my neck and
lifted on my arms and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. After I kissed
her, Martha looked into my eyes for a long moment and put her hand on my
cheek and touched, barely touched, her lips to mine again, and then
Martha lay on her back and stretched out and beckoned me with her finger
and I shifted to my other side and leaned over her, my eyes asking her
what she wanted, and she cupped her left breast for me and I craned my
neck down and licked and she whispered "Lips, hon," and I made sleepy
glides across her breast with my inner lips and Martha sighed "Yes." I
felt Ronnie leaning behind me and near me and Martha said "He does this
so well," and Ronnie said, "He looks so peaceful," and I chuckled with
Martha's nipple in my mouth and Martha said "He really likes this," and
Ronnie asked "You like it too?" and Martha said "Oh, yes. I really love
for him to do this. Steven did this years ago and I still love it. It's
so loving and his mouth is so good to me." Martha cupped her other
breast and I mouthed and licked and sucked it and Martha sighed and bent
down to kiss my forehead and Martha said "He never has to tell me how he
likes this. His mouth tells me." Ronnie whispered "God, you two are so
sweet with each other," and then I began moving my head down Martha's
ribs with short licks and nips and then I licked her tummy and she
grinned and whispered "Okay," and then my mouth found her tuft and I
licked her fuzz and I felt Martha moving her knees apart, and I lifted,
and as I lifted and settled my body between her thighs she grinned at me
wickedly and hissed "Yes" and opened her thighs until her feet were
joined under my chest, and Ronnie sat up on her haunches and watched
silently with a look of intense interest as I dipped my tongue into
Martha's slit and licked slowly upward, and Martha's head dropped back
and she smiled toward the ceiling and sighed "Mmmm," and Ronnie uttered
raptly "God, Martha, nobody ever did *that* to me, either," and Martha
sighed as I did it again and she said "Oh, he's so good at this," and
Ronnie watched me as I repeated the long introductory lick again and then
settled my tongue in the firm ledge around her clit and began making
small circles with the tip of my tongue and Martha raised her head and
looked down at me with a contented little smirk and Ronnie settled onto
her tummy with her head near Martha's head and she and Martha traded
glances and Ronnie grinned at her and asked "Is it good?" and Martha
gasped and said "Oh, yes, Ronnie, it's...mmm...very good," and Ronnie
asked "What does it feel like?" and Martha chuckled and swallowed with
mounting pleasure and said "Ronnie, I have no idea how to describe this,"
and Ronnie glanced at me and said "Steven, no fair," and Martha said
"Take it easy, Ronnie, you'll get yours." and Ronnie said "I wouldn't
know what to do, I've never done this," and Martha gasped as I worked and
she said "Just tell him what you like, hon," and Ronnie said "I wouldn't
know what to tell him," and Martha said "Don't worry, Steven's good at
figuring it out," and she stroked the back of my neck as my tongue licked
and pressed and Ronnie asked "Doesn't his mouth get tired?" and Martha
shook her head no and said "Ah," and I made a motion to rise and start on
Ronnie but Martha held my head and said "Wait, hon, wait a minute...a
little more...a little more," and Ronnie grinned surprisingly at Martha
and asked "It really feels that good?" and Martha said "God, yes," and
then Martha patted me on the shoulder and said "Okay, hon," and I stopped
and she caught her breath and I moved up and hugged her and she kissed my
neck and pulled back and her eyes full of lust glittered into mine and
she whispered, "Be good to Ronnie."
PART 12C:
Ronnie's eyes stayed on mine and glowed with anticipation as she lay
back and draped her arms around her head. I rolled to my other side and
tenderly kissed the hollow in her throat, a new place and a new pleasure
for me as my lips explored Ronnie's soft and pliable flesh. Then I
kissed her small, slender left shoulder and her arms came around my neck
and she offered her right shoulder to my mouth and I licked it and then
nipped at her long throat, and she bent her head back and stretched her
neck and breathed "ahhh" as I kissed her there. Then I licked and nipped
my way to her left breast and found that she was smaller than Martha and
I could take most of Ronnie's tit in my mouth and I did so, and tongued
the sloping underside and then licked and sucked her nipple. It stiffened
as I pinched it lightly between my lips and bothered it with my tongue,
and Ronnie twitched enjoyably and crooned "Yeah, that's the way." While
I pleasured Ronnie's breasts Martha moved to kneel beside her, and Ronnie
said "Martha, this is really good," and Martha whispered "Yeah?" and
Ronnie looked down at my mouth on her nipple and whispered "Yeah," and
although I relished the newness and the unique feel of Ronnie's hard dark
nipple and her long, warm, slender arms that coiled around my head and
shoulders as she cradled me to her, I began to slowly lick and kiss my
way down her torso. She tensed a little and caught her breath and then
trembled as I kissed around and then below her navel. Her hands moved to
my shoulders, and she started breathing nervously, and she whispered
"Steven," and I continued licking downward and she said again
tremulously, "Steven...", and Martha asked "What's wrong, honey?" and
Ronnie gulped and said "Nobody ever did this for me. God, George never
even warmed me up." Martha said "Steven's being good to you, Ronnie.
Pleasing you pleases him." Ronnie gritted her teeth and gasped and
watched as I licked the silken curls above her mound, and I found that
her mild scent was like sage, and Ronnie gasped again and then relaxed a
little as I moved to kiss her inner thigh, and I ached inside with the
realization of how different and moist and clingy her skin was there, and
I inched my lips closer to her cunt and she tensed again and gripped my
shoulders and I raised my eyes to see her looking at me. Her eyes were
wary and she gritted her teeth and breathed quickly, and I tentatively
licked along the edge of her slit and she stiffened and gasped with
surprise and smiled timidly, waiting, and I licked again and she gasped
again and her pelvis lifted, and I extended the tip of my tongue and
delved gently into her slit and gave her a long lick upward that ended
with a caress along the short length of her clit and she gasped, and her
eyes softened and she whispered hotly "Ah, that's nice!" I began making
circles around her clit with my tongue. She smiled ecstatically and
sighed "oh, yes...oh, honey, yes," and she softly bit her lower lip and
arched languidly and irregularly under my mouth while I licked. I
stopped to cradle her clit on my tongue and clamped my lips together and
sucked and she gasped "Oh!" and then her thighs fell farther apart and
she tilted her pelvis up a little and offered her cunt more urgently to
my mouth, and she gritted her teeth and gasped and moaned shakily "Oh,
Martha it's so *good*," and Martha laid a hand softly on Ronnie's tremb-
ling shoulder and I paused to suckle her clit again and Ronnie sighed a
quick, steamy "Ah," and her breathing and her voice grew tense and shaky
and her eyes found mine and she whispered "Steven..." She gulped and
licked her lips nervously and said, "The only person who ever made me cum
was me," and as I sucked, my eyes gazed past her tummy and past her heav-
ing breasts and into her pleading eyes, and she trembled and whispered
needfully, fearfully, "Don't leave me hangin', honey," and I winked at
her reassuringly and Martha told her softly "He won't," and Ronnie moved
one hand from my shoulder and her hand shook a little as she wiped sweat
from her upper lip and then she gripped my shoulders again with both
hands and whispered "Be good to me." I covered her cunt with my mouth
and flattened my tongue against her slit and my flattened tongue nudged
forward until her clit and portal were completely bared so that I could
lick her entire cunt from bottom to top, and my tongue found that she was
hot and salty and syrupy and the edges of my tongue felt the difference
between Martha's smooth, firm slit and Ronnie's tasty, fleshy, fuzzy one
and Ronnie moaned and hissed and said again through her teeth, "Be good
to me." My tongue stroked longingly and she gulped and her eyes closed
and her head drifted back and I could see only her arched throat and her
chin. Softly she cried, "Be good to me..." and Martha stroked her fore-
head, and Ronnie's thighs opened and the tendons pulsed as her hungry
cunt sought more of my tongue and her hands gripped my shoulders tighter
and I nudged my mouth closer to her, my upper lip finding the tip of her
small, slippery clit. I nestled my lower lip against her clit's root,
and my tongue cradled the length of her clit, and I tightened my lips and
sucked. Ronnie gasped and her throat made a helpless "uh!" sound, and
then I softly flicked my tongue up and down along her captured nub and
she groaned weakly and then she whimpered and her body went taut and she
moaned urgently "Faster...faster...no, slower, honey, a little slower..."
and then gasped "that's it! Oh that's it!" and she gulped hard and her
voice trailed off with a rapturous "Oh, god, that's it." She quivered
as I sucked her clit and flicked my tongue with the speed she liked, and
her wetness dripped over my chin, and then for a long moment she held her
breath, and then she said loudly into the air, as if with sudden, ominous
comprehension, "Oh my god," and she tightened again and moaned hoarsely
with the same dread and powerlessness, "It's gonna happen. Oh my god
it's gonna happen," and Martha smiled at her and said simply "Mm-hm," and
Ronnie's hips rose and her clit throbbed and I knew she was there, so I
sucked and flicked and her whole body jerked and she made a languished,
surprised "Oh" sound as her chin strained upward and her mouth fell open,
and she humped and jerked spasmodically several times and her nails dug
painfully into my shoulder and she softly cried a rhapsodically joyful
"Yes" and then "Yes" again and then a louder "Yes" and then her hands
gripped me so tightly that her arms trembled, and then after a long
moment a prolonged, violent tremor coursed through her, and finally she
jerked and slumped and her head raised and fell forward and she heaved a
loud "Oh!" and then she struggled to breathe, her grip on my shoulders
relaxing and her hips bobbing, and her cunt withdrew from me as her
climax waned. I knew her clit needed rest, so I held my tongue still
against her for a few seconds, feeling her clit flutter slightly, and
then I raised my head and saw she was a gasping, panting little girl with
her eyes shut tightly as she winced with exhaustion. I pulled myself up
and wiped my wet chin with my forearm and moved to cradle her against my
chest. Her head fell back against my shoulder and her body felt willowy
and limp and feverish against me. I kissed her forehead and eyelids and
she raised her slim, soft arms that felt so good and friendly on me and
draped them over my neck and shoulders and rested her face against my
chest, and Martha moved to her other side and stroked her shoulders, and
Ronnie panted and smiled bashfully and wiped her shiny brow and said,
"Whoo!" and said breathlessly "Now I know what I sound like when I cum,"
and Martha smiled at me and whispered, "You were good to her, Steven,"
and I held Ronnie, feeling strong and protective as she nestled her
delicate, heaving, tired body against mine. She closed her eyes and
swallowed hard and said, "Steven, that was so good," and she breathed
deeply and asked "Did I sound like I was out of it?" I answered "No, you
sounded into it."
The small, candlelit room seemed untouched by time. The earth
stopped turning. As if in a dense, humid fog of sensuality, I slithered
across the floor and enfolded Martha in my arms, my sweet and needed
Martha, and we kissed longingly and she lay back on the floor and opened
her legs under me and grinned, her eyes simmering lazily, and she
whispered, "Lick me, hon. Don't wait. Lick me." I glided my mouth
down her body and felt my cock leave a smear of precum on her leg as I
slid lower and Martha whispered "I'm so close," and when my face was over
her mound I saw her fingers holding herself open and her voice dripped
with lust and she whispered "Lick me" again and my tongue found her
sweltering, slick, and ready, and she ground her clit against my tongue
and sighed a low, salacious, breathy "Ahhhh", and I laved her clit with
my tongue and glanced up to find her still grinning and she whispered
"Yes," and Ronnie, still a little breathless, crawled to us and lay on
her tummy and rested her hand on Martha's arm. When I sucked Martha's
clit her head fell back and her eyes closed and her lips mouthed the
words "So good," and by the hardness of her nub -- her hot and sensitive
jewel that was bigger than Ronnie's and was so easy to find and to grip
with my lips and that throbbed so strongly when Martha was close to
cumming -- I knew that Martha would be there soon and so I sucked more
lightly and moved my tongue in a wide circle that surrounded but bypassed
her clit, and Martha arched and moaned and I watched her long, elegant
neck tense, and Ronnie gazed into Martha's face lovingly and stroked
Martha's arm, and Martha's hand on Ronnie's shoulder began to tighten and
Ronnie took Martha's hand and held it and gave Martha's hand a little
kiss and stroked it, and Martha's hand grasped Ronnie's and Ronnie told
her, "Now I know what it feels like." And Martha said, "I'm close...
Ronnie, I'm so close. He has me right on the edge. Oh, so close!" and
Ronnie glanced down at me, perplexed, and asked "God, Steven, how do you
do that?" and Martha whispered "He just knows," and Ronnie grinned at me
and said "Do me that way next time, Steven." My cock lurched at the
thought and I wondered how long I could keep my mouth and teeth and
tongue going, and Martha began saying more urgently "Almost there...
almost there," and Ronnie whispered to her "It must feel so good," and
Martha closed her eyes and stretched her neck and showed her teeth with a
happy grin and sighed "Oh, it does," and then she tensed and hissed "It's
so close," and then she gushed loudly and excitedly "Now!" and she panted
and then stiffened and held her breath and my cock and my heart swelled
with gladness for Martha because I knew she could no longer resist, and I
nudged my tongue along the length of her yearning clit, stroking slowly,
and Martha jerked and Ronnie watched her intently and then Martha whim-
pered and her head rolled to the side toward Ronnie and then she made a
happy "Ah" sound as she arched and then stiffened more. Her clit seemed
inflamed under my tongue and her hand trembled on Ronnie's and Ronnie
whispered "yes" and watched Martha cum, and then Ronnie's eyes widened,
startled, as Martha's mouth fell open and Martha's whole body trembled
once, twice, and again, and Ronnie whispered "oh, honey, yes" and stroked
Martha's hand, and soon Martha gave a long, loud, sweet sigh and then a
low "mmmmm" as she relaxed and her climax ended, and her clit receded and
softened and her hips twitched once and she started breathing again, and
she looked down and stroked my hair while I cleaned her with my tongue.
Martha said "Nice. Ah, nice," and I removed my mouth and wiped my jaw.
I rose, resting on my heels, and Martha rose and bent to me and held my
face and kissed me softly and Ronnie watched in awe as we kissed and
hugged. Martha kissed my neck and shoulders and held my face tenderly
and kissed me again.
Then Martha looked down and saw my half-wilted cock. She said, "My
goodness, what happened to him?" I was a little breathless after all my
work. I said "He's been holding back so long, I think he gave up," and
Ronnie said "Hey, we can't leave him hanging, can we? Pardon the pun."
Martha moved her legs out of the way and kneeled beside me, and Ronnie
kneeled in front of me and gave my face and chest damp little kisses,
saying "I'd like to put in my two cents worth, sweetie. You sure had me
feeling good," and her lips moved down my chest and onto my tummy. She
lay down with her legs extending away from me and smooched my navel and
murmured "Look, he has just enough hair, in all the right places."
Martha smiled at me and asked, "Want Ronnie to finish you off?" I
looked at her and hesitated and Martha nodded yes and I nodded yes back
and said "Okay." Martha looked down at Ronnie and said "Your move, Ron,"
and Ronnie encircled my half-hard cock with her long hot fingers and I
sighed with the pleasure of it, and she licked the bead of precum off my
tip and mused aloud "Lessee, how's Ronnie gonna be nice to Steven? Too
bad we don't have any condoms," and I smiled down at her and said "This
will do," and she grinned up at me and asked playfully "Okay if I suck
it? Hm?" and I grinned back and she cackled softly, "Want me to?" and I
said "Yeah," and Ronnie said reassuringly, still looking up at me, "It's
okay to cum in my mouth," and I said "Okay," and Martha added, "He has a
nice clean taste, hon." Ronnie peered at her, surprised, and asked,
"How do you know that? Huh?" Martha smiled secretively and Ronnie
said, "Uh-huh. Holding out on me," and her fingers jiggled me a little
and I tensed and settled more comfortably onto my legs beneath me and
spread my thighs a little to give her elbows more room. She put my cock
in her mouth and sucked once, popping me out of her, and I moaned and she
grinned up at me and then she put her lips around me and started sucking
too tightly, moving her head rapidly and jerkily. I groaned and held her
head still and said, "Hm, no, no, wait a minute," and she lifted off me
and looked up questioningly and Martha said "Ronnie, what are you doing?"
and Ronnie said "What's it look like I'm doing?" and Martha laughed and
said "Ronnie, when they say 'suck it off', they don't mean it literally!"
and I laughed and Ronnie laughed. Ronnie said, "I thought that's the way
you're supposed to do it," and Martha said "Maybe some men like it raw
that way, but Steven likes it slow and dirty," and Ronnie said, "Oh.
Show me," and Martha said, "Come on, be nice to him, when you suck so
hard and fast you squeeze all the blood out of his cock, and it dulls the
nerve endings," and Ronnie said defensively "That's the way guys told me
to do it, the few guys I did it with. They said hey baby suck the chrome
off that thing." Martha said, "Yeah, big guys with stainless steel
dicks. Steven's sensitive. Look, start easy, and real wet -- the secret
is, your mouth should feel wet and soft," and Ronnie lifted her head and
said, "So show me, already," and Martha said impatiently, "Oh, here,
gimme your finger. I feel so silly doing this..." and she sucked
Ronnie's finger for a few seconds and Ronnie said "Oh, yeah, I see...you
don't really suck, you just grip with your tongue. Hmm, if only my
finger could cum," and Martha stopped and said "And Steven likes it when
your mouth just slides over him, y'know, I mean don't try to strangle him
with your lips," and Ronnie looked up at me and asked "Ready for a second
try?" I nodded and she started sucking again and Martha watched
carefully. After a couple of sucks Martha asked me, "Okay, Steven?" and
I stopped gritting my teeth and said "Yeah, it's ...okay, but...," and
Martha told Ronnie "C'mon, Ronnie, wait a minute," and Ronnie rose and
asked Martha to show her again and Martha said impatiently "Oh, Ronnie,
he's gonna cum before we get anywhere," and Ronnie said "Well, show me!"
and Martha said "It's not a science, it's an art. Watch, now, first I get
my mouth really wet and then I cover him all at once so he's, you know,
drippy. Watch," and she sucked on her tongue inside her mouth, gathering
moisture, and then she bent and put her mouth around me, enclosing fully
and gently, and started slowly moving up and down and I gasped and said
"Okay, careful," and Ronnie said "Okay, okay, I get it," and Martha sat
up and watched as Ronnie lay down in front of me again and held my cock
and muttered "We'll get this right yet," and then she touched her inner
lips to my tip for a second and then nipped at it and my cock arched with
a pleasant itch and was getting big and rigid. Martha said, "Good,
Ronnie," and Ronnie murmured "You smell good", too," and I whispered
"Thanks." Ronnie looked at my cock and said "I never tried it this
way." She gathered moisture inside her mouth for a few seconds, and then
she lowered her head, and I sighed quietly and jerked inside her as she
enclosed me completely and started moving up and down slowly. Martha
looked at me with an odd, kinky little half-smile and asked "Good?", and
I blushed and nodded yes and she whispered, "Enjoy it, hon." She looked
down at Ronnie and said, "Slow down when he starts cummin', Ron, he
really likes that," and Ronnie said "Mm-hm" with her mouth full of me.
She started nodding her head, her lips sliding greasily, her cradling
tongue inducing a tauntingly mild suction as it rode along the underside
of my shaft and tip. I gave a prolonged, gratified sigh as Ronnie
settled into a languid rhythm, moving her head in strokes of about three
inches, always leaving at least two inches of my cock warmly immersed,
and Martha, smiling mischievously, watched me enjoy Ronnie's spitty-wet
mouth, and I hissed softly when I realized that Ronnie had found exactly
the right speed, depth, wetness, and gentle suction, and I smiled at
Martha, whose eyes met mine with a sensual, conspiratorial nod of
approval, and I knew my feelings were not the sweet, poignantly shat-
tering emotions I had when Martha sucked me, but the look in Martha's
eyes told me that this was deliberate, primal, wanton carnality, and then
Martha looked down to watch Ronnie's lips gliding along my wet cock.
It took Ronnie less than a minute to thoroughly and satisfyingly suck
me off. At first I feared I might be too shy to cum with Martha watch-
ing. But Ronnie worked with an easygoing, lubricous, unerring efficiency
that brought me steadily and swiftly to the brink of orgasm. When she
sensed my impending cum she slowed her pace by half, delaying me for
several sucks as Martha had suggested. While I hung on the edge, my hips
poised and taut, Martha looked up inquiringly. I grinned and nodded.
She smiled back, our eyes joining us in lecherous complicity. Held wetly
between Ronnie's sliding lips, my cock pulsed once, then again. Against
her caressing tongue the slit in my tip yielded a gentle, initial gush.
Her head slowed. My hips twitched and I panted and grunted, and then I
spurted inside Ronnie's mouth. She swallowed loudly. Martha looked up
at me, grinned knowingly, and winked. I spurted more, several times, hot
and hard and fast, deaf and blind while I emptied my balls into Ronnie's
mouth. She sighed pleasurably through her nose and gulped, then gulped
again, then she enclosed me totally, the opening of her throat beckoning
at my tip, the delicious pleasure of it evoking a powerful new gush of
hot cream, and then I slumped, gasping and huffing, gritting my teeth
while Ronnie finished me off. Finally, with a last, long, tight suck and
a swallow, Ronnie raised her head and released me. She wiped cum from a
corner of her mouth, licked her lips with a tasty sigh, and regained her
breath. She exchanged catty grins with Martha, who gave her a nod of
approval, and Ronnie, pleased, reached down to soothingly tug my aching
cock as she smiled at me.
I floated backward and lay gasping, face-up, my legs still folded
under me. Ronnie asked, "Was it good? Huh?" I panted several times
before replying dully, "No," and they both laughed.
We rested, stroking each other and talking. Ronnie confessed that
she had no idea how all this got started, and she asked Martha "Did you
have any idea something like this would happen tonight?" and Martha
smiled impishly and said, "I gave it a thought, earlier on the beach, but
I didn't know it would happen." Ronnie said happily, "But it was nice,
wasn't it?" and I agreed. Martha asked me, "Were you embarrassed?" and I
said, "Yeah, a little, but..." I glanced at Ronnie and said, "You were
too good to resist," and Ronnie chuckled and said wryly, "The whole thing
was too good to resist."
We lay naked together in the candlight and one of the candles died
out with a little puff and a hiss, and Martha asked Ronnie, "Did you feel
that old Catholic guilt when you realized what was happening?" Ronnie
confided that what she felt was embarrassment more than guilt, but my
mouth felt so good on her that she was taken completely by surprise when
she climaxed. "It happened so fast," Ronnie said, "I don't even remember
how it happened," and she gave me a little kiss and said, "Thanks,
Steven," and I said, "My pleasure." Ronnie heckled Martha, saying,
"Well, Martha, you sure didn't have any trouble cumming," and Martha
blushed and said, "It was a very erotic situation," and Ronnie said "God,
wasn't it? I know I couldn't have done a thing if it I'd been with
anyone else. I just felt so trusting, with the three of us." We talked
about the physical and emotional sensations we experienced, and Ronnie
said she discussed sex frequently with Martha but she'd never been so
frank and experimental. Ronnie was curious to know how it felt for
Martha and for me to hang on the edge as long as we did, and Martha and I
told Ronnie that we both liked it that way, that there was a peculiarly
intense pleasure in holding back for a while. Ronnie asked, "But how do
you know when you're partner's ready?", and Martha and I explained
various signals. "Of course," Martha said, "You can always just tell
your partner you're ready." Ronnie gazed at the candle, entranced, and
said, "It happened so quickly for me. I guess it was because it was the
first time anyone ever made me cum. What's it like...I mean, is it like
making it last longer?" Martha said, yes, it was a lot like prolonging
orgasm. Ronnie said, "God, that must feel great." We asked her to des-
cribe how she knew when she was near orgasm, but Ronnie said it was all
so new and mysterious that she couldn't explain it. We decided I should
eat her again, taking my time, and she wanted to learn to describe what
she felt and how to tell me what she wanted. Patiently, I serviced her
with my mouth while she and Martha instructed me. It took longer this
time, and soon, instead of licking with a steady rate as I usually did
with Martha, I learned to read Ronnie's responses and to speed up as her
pleasure mounted. I discovered that she didn't want me to suck her clit
until she was ready to finish. With her and Martha prompting, I held
Ronnie on the brink for several minutes while Ronnie pulled her knees
back and used both hands to hold her legs up and spread so she could feel
all of my mouth on her. When she gave the word, I sucked her clit
steadily and tongued it. She came, easily, noisily, pleasurably, with
a prolonged second peak.
Afterward, Ronnie fell asleep as she rested against Martha's
shoulder. Martha told me more about Ronnie, and more about New York, and
soon we were yawning.
Martha looked down at the slumbering Ronnie. She whispered, "I hope
she feels better now. You were good to her, hon. I'm glad you were good
to her."
"It wasn't easy," I muttered.
"Hm? Wasn't easy, what do you mean?"
"I mean...well, you were watching."
She smiled craftily. "Ah-ha, you'd rather you two did it behind my
back?"
"That's not what I meant."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I know. I know what you mean."
We both watched as Ronnie slept. She seemed very peaceful.
I remembered the feel of Ronnie's soft, sucking mouth. I must have
dozed off, half-sitting up on my legs, for my eyes closed and I heard
Martha ask me something. I blinked and looked up at her. I asked,
"What?"
She had a strange little half-smile on her face. "I said, did it
feel good? When she sucked you off?"
I blushed. "Well...yes."
"Better than me?"
"No way, Jose."
"Sure?"
"Positive."
She paused. "Steven..hon...does this--did doing this make you
feel...?
I looked at her questioningly.
She went on. "Did it make you feel really, really wicked?"
I blushed again. "Yes."
"Me too. You know, it was so strange, it was sort of like...when we
first did it, you and I."
I pondered a moment. "Yeah, it was a lot like that. Kinda scary."
"Yes," she said, her voice drifting off as she seemed to slip into
deep thought. "How strange, the things we learn about ourselves, that
our folks in Memphis never wanted us to see..."
I found my cock stirring. I wondered if I had a drop of cum left. I
cleared my throat, and mustered my courage for a moment, and said to
Martha, "It wasn't as good as it was with you, though."
Martha smiled sweetly. "Come on. I saw how you came in her mouth.
You were floored."
I shook my head. "Not as good as you."
"Sure."
I looked deeply into her. "I want to cum in your mouth."
Her smile gave way to a serious, lusty, steady gaze. She whispered,
"Okay."
I sat on my legs, as I had earlier with Ronnie, and Martha lay on the
floor before me and slowly, wetly, in her uniquely loving and lescivious
way, she slid her mouth over my cock and starting sucking.
Continued...
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