Date: Fri, 19 May 2006 17:44:01 +0100
From: Mozzie <mozzie@zalau.ro>
Subject: Suzie # 6

This is the story of a girl's sexual awakening and her experiences and
those of her friends. How her curiousity and self-doubt bring her to
explore new heights in pleasure. The story will develop to show instances
of masturbation, M/F, M/F/F, F/F, M/M - if any of this is likely to cause
you offence, please do not read on ....

The barbeque got off to a tense start with mum insisting it was too late to
light the charcoal but dad insisting that there was still four hours of
daylight left. It's true sometimes it has taken him hours to get it started
and then his stupid pride had forced us to sit outside in the freezing cold
to get the benefit of his hard work.

Luckily a mixture of skill, firelighters and lighter fluid soon had a great
barrage of flames pouring out of the firebox. Mum was still determined to
get the last word in: Dad simply had to make sure he got every single one
of those firelighters out long before the food went on, she didn't want it
all tasting of paraffin.

The parental posturing done, we settled down to pass the last of the
afternoon with quiet English pleasantries. Mum struck up a conversation
with Artemka and he was smiling and being ultra polite. His quietly spoken,
lilting broken English won over my mum and even drew some interest from my
Dad.

The doorbell rang, mum tutted at the interruption and walked around he side
of the house to see who it was. Soon she was coming back chatting away
loudly to Mrs Cymes, Claire's mum. In my heart of hearts I so hoped Claire
was going to be with her. I could show off my boy and have her spread
wicked gossip all over school. Of course, I would deny the gossip
vigorously and become most indignant at the rumours, but I would love being
the centre of attention.

As luck would have it, Claire was the first to come into view. There was a
little small talk before she none too subtly asked about Artemka. I
politely introduced them, pointing out that his English wasn't to good but
he was quick in understanding. Claire sort of sidled up to him, the perfect
opportunity for my first hint "Hey, eyes off, he's taken" Claire looked
like she had been struck down "What, you mean you and him ... wow, he's
cute, what a catch"

The three of us took our drinks and headed for the bottom step of the
deck. This was the place we always did our girlie chat when the adults had
a get together - we were below their line of sight; all they got was a view
of the top of the backs of our heads and a frequent barrage of giggling. We
settled down, Artemka was happy to sit propped up against the step and
listen in. I realised he only understood maybe one word in ten, but he
seemed content enough to be there.

We chatted happily about anything and everything, getting Artemka involved
whenever we could. Determined to show off a little, I edged closer to him,
so our legs were touching. If Claire has noticed, she didn't say
anything. The afternoon turned into evening and the burned food was passed
around, politely nibbled and sent back. A definite chill crept into the
air, but we were having fun and ignored it.  Mrs Cymes was making her
excuses and starting to leave, she called for Claire to start making a
move. Claire asked if she could stay over. I should have seen that coming
but didn't, Claire was always staying over and normally it was great
fun. It was too late, I could hardly explain that I had found something
that was greater fun, positively mind blowing fun, I simply had to insist
that Claire stay with my normal vigour.

Artemka soon got tired and went to his room, mum reminded dad to check on
him before they went to bed themselves. She was still hung up on his head
injury warning signs thing.

Claire and I hung around a little more before we eventually went to my room
for a night of girlie chat and giggling. Mum had already been in, the guest
bed was set up directly alongside my own. After the customary shower and
toilet break we both got ready for bed. As usual we didn't actually get
into bed. I put on my nightshirt and Claire had to make do with her T-shirt
that barely fell down long enough to hide the crotch of her panties, but we
didn't mind we'd been sharing rooms on and off for years.

Before long the talk turned to boys. Claire was two months older than
me. There was a strong rumour around school that she had had sex with her
boyfriend, Marc, during a party at her house. I decided to really press her
on the subject and eventually she admitted it outright. She started to
blabber away all sorts of excuses about how he had caught her off
guard. She was sort of bragging that eventually I would understand how it
had happened.

The conversation rose to a new level, soon we were talking 100% sex. At one
stage Claire pulled up her T-shirt, exposing her tanga panties just to show
me how her vagina lips sort of stuck forward. She loved this level of
almost whore like showing off. Usually I would have been embarrassed at
this level of intimacy but now it seemed all so natural to me.

There was a quiet tapping at the door. My heart skipped a beat. Would
Artemka have realised that Claire was staying over, that I wasn't alone to
be with him ? Was dad yet to check on Artemka, would he find his room empty
? I strode to the door. My boy was there and, with mixed feelings, I saw he
was still dressed.

He sort of smiled his goofy smile and shrugged, almost apologising the way
things had turned out and that we wouldn't be together. He gently brushed
his lips over mine in our usual sensual kiss.  I was all too aware that
Claire was behind me watching on, probably trying to get a clue about
Artemka and me.

I took a risk, inviting him for two minutes, emphasising two minutes
only. He stepped through the door, his eyes recognising the twinkle in
mine. I think he half guessed that he was expected to provide a display for
my friend. We kissed deeply, unusual for us at such an early stage but this
was for effect. Our lips were almost welded. His hands stroked down my back
and down to the bottom of my nightshirt, lifting it to allow his hand to
glide over the back of my panties and up my back. I edged my hips away from
him, allowing him to lift my nightshirt further. As I thought he would, he
made to take it off, but I stopped him in mock modesty nodding in Claire's
direction. He pouted a little, the mischievous twinkle still in his eye and
our kiss resumed. He still had my nightshirt lifted on top of his arms. His
hands were either side of me stroking my sides just below my ribcage.

Artemka turned me slightly, obviously providing a sideshow for Claire. My
nightshirt was trapped raised between us. He slid his hands down to my bum
and gently pulled my hips towards him. Our groins ground together for a
while. I ran my hand between us and made a point of running it over his
crotch, taking great pleasure in gripping his erection and easing it ever
so slightly forward so Claire could be in no doubt. I didn't have to fake
the reluctance that made me send him away after the promised two
minutes. It was obvious he understood the reason. He gave me our more usual
gentle kiss and said his goodnight. Then he was down the hall and into his
room.

"Wow" was all Claire could manage, followed by a barrage of questions. I
first maintained that we were just good friends and nothing had ever
happened between us, knowing darned well that she couldn't believe
it. Suddenly Claire was treating me differently, treating me with a new
level of respect. We started talking and the chat went on late into the
night.

She wanted to know how long I had been with Artemka and, when I replied it
had just been a couple of days and he was due to move away in maybe a week,
Claire raised an issue that I hadn't even thought about "So you're not like
in love with him then, its just great sex, right ?" I thought about this
for some time before I answered, in my heart of hearts I knew she was right
but I didn't want to sound like some cheap whore. Eventually I settled for
a nod but quickly added "but I'll miss him when he's gone though", that
much was true but only as a short lived friend, a soul mate with who I had
shared my virginity and stole his in the process.

Claire wanted the details, figuring we couldn't have got up to much in just
two days - I couldn't really say that we had been at it like rabbits
especially as our time together had had great lengths removed by his day
centre and shopping trips, not to mention normal family life. As Claire
carried on pressing me for details I became more and more convinced that I
had turned into a shameful monster, robbing this helpless boy of his
innocence for my own insatiable pleasure. In justifying myself I mentioned
Tun, regretting it instantly. Claire caught it instantly "wow, I never had
you figured for all this, I'm impressed Suze, I guess its always the quiet
ones" I felt that I had to reassure her that it was just the two boys and
would really like the extent of it kept a secret. Hah! There was a fat
chance of that, maybe she would keep the details secret but I was 100
certain that the in-crowd in school was going to know the basics, I was
sure to be elevated to somewhere of Goddess - and that I didn't mind at
all.

The conversation drifted back and forth and settled back on Artemka. Claire
wondered what he was doing right now, I guessed sleeping. She said he would
be wanking for sure. When I asked what had made her think that she simply
replied that he was bound to be after that kiss and grope. The fact that it
had been nearly three hours ago escaped me that instant. "Lets go look",
she said, springing up from the bed. I didn't really know what to say or
do. She was treating it like another sleepover dare, it was hardly like a
midnight raid on the fridge but I couldn't thin of a reason to object
without looking like a prude.

We stole down the hallway and gently opened his door. I had a moment of
panic, hoping that Artemka wasn't going to be upset with me. Suddenly all
these terrible thoughts rushed at me, what if he was in love with me and
didn't realise he was just some sex buddy to me. Oh my God, what a
situation. At that instant I wished Claire hadn't made me analyse my
relationship with Artemka like that.

He was asleep, but stirred as soon as we both walked in. He sat up and
looked at us quizzically. I said that we were ... errr ... checking that
his eye wasn't bothering him. He looked from me to Claire and then gave us
both a real sly smile. Any doubt that I had about Artemka being upset
dissolved, he actually looked quite keen at us both being there. He looked
at me slightly concerned "Suze is OK ?" I just nodded. I could hardly say
no in front of Claire by that time, a very broad smile came back from my
cute boy. He still unsure if he had understood the situation, but sat up,
the clean white striped quilt sliding down his chest to below his belly
button.

Claire stepped forward "Suze, you lucky cow, he's gorgeous.  I guess you
want me to leave you guys to it" This took me by surprise, I had thought
she was somehow going to do something to Artemka herself, an offer of some
privacy was the last thing I had expected. I inwardly cringed, why had I
assumed that she would want to do something, I was sure that I was some
sort of pervert for even thinking such a thing. Guilt and confusion piled
on to the mess that my mind had become over the last couple of days. I was
hesitating I hadn't registered that Claire was waiting for an answer.

Eventually my mind grasped at an excuse, I couldn't make it look like I
craved sex no matter what. "No, its OK, my parents are just over the other
side of the landing" it sounded good, she wouldn't know that I had brought
him off right there on our first time with my parents just across the
landing. Claire compromised, "Do you want to go back to your room then, I
can sleep here". My mind spun even more, sure she had formed the impression
that I was some sex fiend that had to get it no mater what. I fought for
another excuse "No, what if we oversleep and my dad finds you in here or
something, that's worse than finding the room empty". Claire sighed, "OK
then back to your room and I promise I won't look." I was speechless but
Claire was moving things along too fast. Artemka had been watching us
talking back and forth, not understanding a word. When Claire motioned for
him to come with us, he was out of he bed in a shot. I felt trapped in a
situation I couldn't talk my way out of.

We all arrived back in my room. Artemka was still wearing the white briefs
from before, the usual hard bulge at his crotch. Claire repeated herself,
unashamedly looking him up and down "Suze, you lucky cow. He's gorgeous
... pure sex on legs".  Artemka looked confused, as nothing seemed to be
happening. Eventually he moved towards me, putting his hands gently on my
hips and kissed me on the lips

Artemka pushed me gently back until the back of my knees met the edge of
the bed and I allowed myself to be pushed gently down onto the mattress. As
he slid me down into position, his hands slid up my body taking my
nightshirt with them. As soon as my breasts came into view; Artemka lowered
his head, gently licking the growing buds. I found myself wearing my
nightshirt as a screwed up scarf. It was a struggle but I managed to shrug
the nightshirt over my head.

Artemka ground his cloth-clad groin hard against the thing cotton front of
my panties, kissing each breast in turn before rising to kiss me full on
the lips. The suddenness of it all, the almost forceful way in which my
lovely Ukrainian angel was taking me, was creating a warm fluid rush
through my swelling mound. I felt violated and yet aroused all in on
motion.

Claire was stood open-mouthed beside us, speechless for a change. I was
looking up at her from my position lying on the bed. As she leaned slightly
forward, her T-shirt fell forward. I could see her slightly rounded stomach
above the well-padded light blue gusset of her tanga briefs. From this
unique position I noticed just how right she had been, her vagina lips did
push forward. I almost giggled, I had a gorgeous boy pressing against me
and I was here noticing cosmetic imperfections in my friend.

Artemka followed my gaze, still kissing me - his tongue probing deeper and
deeper into my mouth - but his eyes looked sideways, almost twinkling when
he caught sight of open-mouthed Claire staring at us.

My hands slid down his back and started pushing at his waistband. It was
hopeless; all I managed to do was lower the elastic a few inches at one
hip. Artemka was still grinding and thrusting his bulging crotch against
me. I thought I would take charge; of course, showing off to my best friend
had nothing to do with it.

I quickly rolled onto my side, tipping Artemka over on the mattress. Before
he could react, I sat astride him and landed my bottom firmly on his
crotch. He made a sort of "oof" noise as he flattened out on his back on
the mattress. I moved back a little until my mound rested on the top of the
huge bulge in his briefs. Fond memories of Tun flooded back but I had
different plans for my angel.

I reached down between my legs and lifted his waistband forward, reaching
inside to pull his hard shaft out. I didn't let the waistband down; instead
I lifted myself up a few inches and managed to pull his briefs halfway down
his thighs. I reached back behind me ready to wrestle and manoeuvre them
completely off, but my hand collided with some others. Claire was now
behind us and was pulling Artemka's briefs away.

I am not sure why but Artemka started to shuffle his way up the bed; I
thought maybe to get back in control. Well, if that was what he was
thinking, I could think quicker than that. It was just a second before I
was left kneeling astride Artemka's knees. I quickly lowered my head and
gently kissed his straining erection.

His rock-hard shaft throbbed powerfully against my lips and a small trickle
of white oozed out of the slit. I smiled as I greedily licked it
away. Almost forgotten Claire spoke beside me "Wow Suze, you've really
really got him worked up, you gonna do it?". I shot a smile at her before
returning to run my tongue up the full length of Artemka's tool. "You are,
aren't you" Claire continued, "you lucky cow, I'll help ... k?"

I was too engrossed in slobbering and running my tongue around the shiny
purple head that pulsed and throbbed in my hands to really hear what Claire
had said. I jumped a little when I felt Claire slide her fingers under my
panties and pull them midway down my thighs. The surprise was short lived,
I was getting as horny as hell really quickly now, and I figured anything
that helped get my way with Artemka was OK by me. I did a sort of jig on my
knees and felt Claire manage to pull my panties all the way off.

I had kept my attention on Artemka, his rod was absolutely solid, straining
hard raised a few inches from his stomach. It was glistening with my saliva
and the steady steam of white ooze dribbling from the slit. I eased up his
legs moving quickly, then knelt up above his groin. I lifted his boyhood up
with my hand, surprised at the resistance to being pulled vertical and
guided it into position brushing it two or three times across my swollen
clit.

A small electric jolt coursed through me each time his shaft touched my
clit, it felt my mound was inflating almost like a balloon, ready to
explode. I was just a small adjustment to place his engorged tip between my
lips. I slid down his shaft, my juices squelching as I lowered myself
completely down until our pubic hair pressed hard together. Artemka was
lying with his left hand on my left hip and his right hand lolling on the
bed a foot or so away from his body, his eyes were shut and his mouth in a
small pout; clearly he was in a small world of his own private ecstasy.

The mattress shifted as Claire joined us. Kneeling to Artemka's right,
between his outstretched arm and his body. She settled back on her
haunches, she was simply staring at me almost in awe. I was happy to feel
Artemka's shaft hard inside me, stretching me, pressing against my cervix,
settling myself ready to ride the boy to climax. He seemed really far-gone
and I wondered just how long he was going to last.

My growing experience made me think that he wouldn't last long the first
time, but he would then be able to last far longer the second. If the night
kept going like this, I would surely be using him a second time. In fact,
in the back of my mind, I wondered if he could keep coming back again and
again for as long as I need - maybe all night.

Claire was looking down at our groins mashed together. I lifted a very
short distance to treat her to an eyeful of Artemka's fluid-drenched shaft
embedded into my stretched hole, then I slowly lowered myself back
down. "Wow" she said for maybe the tenth time that night. She looked at
Artemka vacantly staring at the ceiling "he looks ready to blow, he got a
short fuse?" I immediately realised what she meant by 'short fuse' and
thought it strange that she should be talking exactly along the lines that
I had been thinking just seconds earlier, maybe she was a true soul
mate. "Sometimes" I replied, like we had done this a lot of times "but he
recovers fast and lasts much longer the other times". "Other TIMES!" Claire
gasped, almost screeching in awe, "just how many times does he follow on
for?" Before I could think how to avoid the question, she carried on "it's
a wonder he has anything left."

My hands were aimlessly stroking down Artemka's chest, across his stomach,
over his hips and then brushed their way back up. I was simply enjoying the
moment, hovering on that point, that brink, just before you know your
orgasm is going to start to build. Claire was still chatting, "Does he
shoot much? I mean you guys don't use condoms or anything." Now this I
could reply to "Yeah he shoots a lot and really far too". Claire was quick
to reply, obviously thrilled that I had fallen into her trap to allow her
to show off, "you know that's because he's been hard on and off for a long
time don't you? Each time he got ready to cum, but didn't, so it all sort
of builds up." I wasn't too sure about that, but simply replied with my
most cat-like grin "my Artemka must be hard 24/7 then". We both giggled
much to Artemka's amusement, he was trying to thrust in and out of me, but
I was sat quite firmly on him - he was managing an almost imperceptible
thrusting, not much, but enough to push me a little closer to the brink.

Claire squirmed. Looking down I saw that Artemka's hand had moved round as
was stroking the front of her panties. I hadn't seen his hand move there
and thought it couldn't have been there that long because she had been
happily chatting away to me just seconds earlier. Artemka's hand was
tracing the outline of Claire's vagina through the taught light blue
cloth. It seemed to me that her lips, which she had showed me being
unusually pushed so far forward only an hour or so before, were even more
pronounced. When I looked back up, Claire was staring at me almost
questioningly.

It was almost like she had reached a conclusion. She reached over and put
one hand behind my head, pulling my face towards hers. She kissed me hard
on the lips; I felt her tongue probing inside my lips. I was startled at
first, too startled to move. Claire had obviously mistaken my interest in
her crotch for something else. I started to try and form some sort of
objection and raised myself slightly to back away. As soon as my hips
raised, sliding up Artemka's tool, a hot fluid started to build its
familiar pressure somewhere deep in my stomach. Artemka started to thrust
up into me, the slight gap meaning he was able to make a worthwhile thrust
in and out of me. The sensation, the whole experience of being in a
position not completely in my control, of being, in part, at the mercy of
others - all coupled with the building pressure caused by Artemka's urgent
thrusts - was too much. I simply couldn't think of a reason why Claire
shouldn't kiss me.

I quickly grabbed both sides of Claire's head in my hands and returned her
kiss, our tongues pressing into each other's mouths, battling for the right
to steal each other's breath away. Claire responded enthusiastically,
almost like her wildest dream had become a reality. Her hands smooth down
my shoulders and came to rest on my breasts, tweaking and squeezing my
already-hard nipples roughly. I sat firmly back down on Artemka, stopping
the thrusting that was threatening to send me over the top far earlier than
I now wanted it to. I wanted to see where this newfound situation would
take us.

I pulled at Claire's T-shirt lifting it. She broke our kiss to pull it off
over her head. As she pulled it those last few inches I lowered my head to
her breasts. The hard, almost pea-like nipples, responded to my tongue as I
tried on Claire what I found so great. I looked sideways down at Artemka,
our eyes met. He was smiling, wide eyed at the scene in front of him,
grinning from ear to ear very much like the cat who had the cream.

Claire's hands were sliding up and down my back, and then down around my
nearest breast. I put my well-practised technique to use on Claire,
wondering if the things that I did to myself in the comfort of my bed,
would work on my friend. I slid my palm down her stomach until my
fingertips stole under the waistband and snaked down to her clit. It was
like touching a switch, the instant my finger touched her clit I felt a
small ooze of fluid hit my fingers, followed by an almost steady flow. I
was still looking down as I licked and nibbled her nipples; the growing
dark patch in her light blue tangas was growing quickly.

Artemka stirred slightly, twisting to get a better view of what was
happening between these two girls who towered over him. He was grinning and
staring, hardly ever blinking. I felt I had to let him know he hadn't been
forgotten, so I used my spare hand to gently stroke his chest and
stomach. I started to lift myself up and down his shaft; it momentarily
stuck from its settled position but was quickly sliding along the dribbling
tunnel that my vagina had become.

Claire was gasping with her head thrown back; her hands were now resting
idle on my back. Suddenly, she sort of coughed and arched back, thrusting
her hips towards my hand, before collapsing in a panting mass. Before she
had regained her breath, grabbed my head and lifted my face to hers once
more. Her kiss was unrestrained passion, pressing hard against me, her
tongue forcing its way deep into my mouth. One hand maintained its grasp,
keeping my head where she wanted it. The other hand snaked down my breasts
and across my stomach, plunging towards my dripping sex.

Her hand reached under me, intent on returning the fingering that had just
overwhelmed her. Her plan was foiled when she found Artemka's penis still
straining deep inside me. Without much hesitation she lifted her fingers
just a fraction and started to flick and tweak my clit. That did it for me,
the hot tide began to crash back and forth deep inside me, building and
building, waiting to crash towards my swelling mound. I started to ride
Artemka faster, lifting and lowering my hips, the sound of squelching
seemed like it was echoing around the room.

Claire's hand settled underneath my mound, her fingers each side of
Artemka's thrusting shaft, he whole hand cupping my impaled mound. She
lifted me, quite forcefully. At first I though she was trying to life me
off Artemka. Instead she simply held me still, maybe two inches up. She
lowered her head to my breasts; sucking, tonguing and biting my
nipples. Ripples shuddered their way down my body, starting the growing
tide to speed up as it crashed around inside me. I felt odd movement
underneath me; I half looked down wondering what was going on but couldn't
see past Claire's long hair that was splayed across my breasts.

Artemka had stopped thrusting and Claire's arm was moving in small regular
thrusts, but she wasn't touching me. I couldn't stand not knowing anymore
and bent my head to look past her head, which was still giving my nipples a
growing amount of attention.

Claire had reached underneath me and was slowly wanking Artemka. His shaft
was still just inside me. She couldn't manage a full movement in such a
small gap but was pulling the skin at the base of his shaft back quite
hard, obviously until his foreskin was also pulled back, then she simply
let it go. Artemka was looking around Claire too, intent on seeing this
almost fantasy-like abuse that his penis was taking, he was writhing
slightly at each touch.

Claire was only using her thumb and two fingers; I guess that was all she
could get in. She moved her other hand into my lap and, as I had hoped, her
fingers sought out my clit. As soon as she had found it, it became almost
brutal. At first she was pinching it, then wanking it much as she was
continuing to do with Artemka, then flicking it, then stroking it around
and around with just one finger. I felt the wave smash forward towards my
mound but, powerful as it was, it didn't break through it retreated what
seemed miles before starting its rush forward. Oblivious to my impending
orgasm, Claire removed both her hands to my shoulders and lifted her face
away from my breasts. I dropped onto Artemka with a bump and lunged forward
to kiss her but she broke the kiss "I think he's going to cum, do you let
him cum inside you?"

It was too late to do anything anyway. I felt the first of Artemka's
squirts sting the very top of my tube, followed by maybe five or six hard,
almost slap-like impacts of the hot boy juice pumping forcefully deep
inside me. That sent the tidal wave crashing through me, my hot stream
flooding his cum around he still pulsing shaft and out of my dripping
opening. Artemka held my elbows as he arched and spasmed under me; his
stomach was like a board and head straining forward so much that the
tendons on his neck stood out, his mouth was open. Finally he gasped,
breathing once more.

I shared the orgasm, my breath gasping from me as I bore down on his,
grinding our pelvises together, desperate to milk every last drop from the
boy's throbbing tool. I slumped forward, waiting for the last of the waves
slopping back and forwards inside me to settle before I tried to move.

"Jesus" said a distant voice. It was Claire who had moved back a little
"you guys sure go for it huh. He came inside you Suze, is that OK with you?
I mean you aren't using condoms or anything." I moved back, feeling a
slight spasm, one last remnant of an orgasm as Artemka's tool slipped out
of me.

Still kneeling astride Artemka, I leaned all the ways back; stretching my
back like an athlete, which, when I think about it, I guess I was. "Jesus,"
Claire repeated, "look at you guys". I half sat up to look. Claire was
looking at my mound, all the hair was glistening wet, my juices were
streaming down my thighs, and there was a small puddle in the lower part of
my slit. The puddle of my bubbly fluid clearly had strands of Artemka's cum
in it. There was a single strand of cum stretching from me to a point on
Artemka's thigh just below his penis.

Artemka wasn't much better off. His pubic hair was also shimmering with
juices. His dick was now a smooth curved tube lolling across the top of his
right thigh, it hadn't gone down all the way but it lay there shining and
glistening wet. There was a drip of one of our fluids trying to drip down
from the foreskin that was closing over his penis head. A huge wet puddle
was over his thigh and on the bedding.

to be continued ......