Date: Fri, 9 Jun 2006 19:09:00 +0100
From: mozzie@zalau.ro
Subject: Suzie #9

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 two boys were still sat pressed together with us propping them
up. Claire slowly pulled off her shirt. She reached behind her, unclasped
her bra, and then she shrugged the lacy dark blue bra off altogether. Her
breasts were firm enough to barely fall forward once they were
released. Her nipples were already quite prominent, clearly she was getting
a real thrill over this whole situation. She reached up to run her left
hand provocatively over her left breast, looking lustfully at Marc she
spoke "Hun, I just have to see you two, its going to be such a turn on for
us and we're going to drain you dry ... you'll have both of us" That had
definitely headed off any objection that Marc may have had, his eyes were
practically on stalks staring at Claire's breasts. Claire reached across
and moved Marc's hand onto the boys' combined groin. His hand just rested
there hesitating. Claire shot me a look.

I took up the clear lead and tried to copy Claire's strip tease. Marc
looked round, staring at my breasts as they emerged just inches in front of
him. I moved slightly, sitting as Claire was, propping the boy up with my
knee from one side. I leaned forward rubbing my nipples against his upper
arm. I kissed him gently on the lips. His hand rose towards my breasts, but
I pushed it back towards the boys' groins.

Claire had reached back into her bag and had come back with a large blue
tube; she squeezed it over the boys' penises. A long slimy stream wormed
around the two rampant organs.  "KY" Claire said as if it would explain her
actions to me.

Marc made his mind up and grabbed both Artemka's cock and his own, holding
them together in one loosely held fist.

Artemka was staring from Claire's naked top to mine, grinning from ear to
ear and clearly enjoying himself. He didn't really jump when Marc grabbed
his erection I think he was simply going to accept anything and everything
that was going to happen to him.

Claire and me kissed the boy beside us, as Marc's hand started to slowly
move up and down both shafts. A slow squelching noise came up from under
Marc's hand as his wanking smeared the lube all over both their dicks. A
few minutes passed and Marc's kiss became more passionate and his slow
wanking didn't so much speed up as it became rougher. A few spots of precum
were dribbling from the slit in his cock. He stopped his slow wank and ran
his palm over his swollen head, smearing the precum almost like oil all
over the top. As he did this his outstretched fingers brushed over the top
of Artemka's straining rod. Artemka's erection throbbed powerfully, pushing
hard against Marc's fingers.

It was almost like a switch had turned on. Clearly feeling that sign of
intense arousal in Artemka had turned Marc on big time. Marc grasped
Artemka's rock hard penis, leaving his own alone this time. He broke his
kiss with me and stared down at the task in hand. Claire saw the change
that had just happened and stopped kissing Artemka, to watch
intently. Artemka looked at Claire enquiringly, he had no idea why the
kissing had stopped. He had less than a second to wait before he found out.

Marc's hand started to move rapidly up and down Artemka's shaft. Artemka's
head turned quickly away from Claire to stare open-mouthed at what was
happening to him. Marc raised the pace, his hand pumping faster and faster
along Artemka's shaft until his fist was just a blur. The back of his hand
was rubbing his own cock as it worked between the boys' touching
shafts. The atmosphere was electric; you could almost feel the lust
reaching an unbearable peak between the two boys.

Marc leaned over towards Artemka; he tilted his head slightly to kiss the
young Ukrainian full on the lips. The boys kissed open mouthed, their
tongues jockeying for position. The boys had moved apart so Marc's hand had
room to move. Marc's upright shaft was swaying untouched a few inches from
his pounding fist. There was a bead of precum dribbling out of Marc's
rampant erection. Both boys were struggling to breathe through their
kiss. Watching this unbridled passion was starting the familiar wave
building deep in my stomach, it was running like a slow low warm wave just
trickling forward towards my mound. I had never thought that simply
watching something so erotic could have such an effect on me, I now
realised why Artemka couldn't have resisted masturbating after watching
Claire and me making out last night.

I was taking in the whole scene, allowing the warm wave to build and heat
up deep inside me. Perving these two teenage boys making out just inches in
front of me, allowing my hardening nipples to brush against Marc's arm as
it trembled at a fantastic speed with the pounding of his hand. I saw that
Marc's nipples were also hard standing out much further than they had
been. I looked down to marvel at the now continuous dribble of precum
draining from Marc.

It was a real surprise when it happened. I simply wasn't expecting it. The
whole intense boy-boy action had only been going on maybe two minutes,
three at the most. The tempo of Marc's pumping had reached it peak and was
a furious blur. His kiss with Artemka was unbreakable, his jaw working
frantically up and down as he sought out Artemka's tongue again and
again. Marc's hard shaft swung free and untouched.

I thought I saw a small of precum shoot maybe an inch from Marc's cock. I
was wrong, it wasn't precum, almost immediately a thick rope of white thick
real cum shot out maybe two feet. It hit Artemka just below his left
collarbone and settled as a white ribbon completely down the length of his
body. Marc gasped, his head dropping down away from the kiss, he was
gagging and gulping in air. A second thick wad of cum shot out and was
stopped by his stomach as he collapsed forward. A third and forth strand
fired out to splatter forward, partly on Artemka's dick and his
now-motionless hand that still held it, partly on the carpet. I think a
fifth and possibly sixth shot no more than ran out to glide smoothly down
his twitching pulsing shaft.

I simply didn't think that Marc was going to cum first; after all it was
Artemka who was being wanked, nothing was touching Marc's dick when it all
started spraying out. I was amazed.

Artemka wasn't amazed; I don't even think he knew what had just
happened. He was struggling to breath and the wanking had stopped I would
think just as he was about to reach his peak. Marc was hunched over
blocking Artemka's reach. All Artemka could do was put his hands on Marc's
back and plead, "PLEASE!" Marc was still trembling in his own orgasm, his
sixth shot had only just come out, but he still had the presence of mind to
complete his task. His hand moved once more just maybe two or three times
before Artemka came.

Artemka held his breath, his buttocks pinched in and his hips thrust
forward into Marc's hand. Marc was hunched over so his face bore the first
of Artemka's jets of hot boy juice; a strand of white momentarily joined
the top of Artemka's penis to Marc's cheek before a second jet blasted it
away. Artemka gasped like "Uh, Uh, Uh" as his body wracked with spasms,
spilling the last of his seed over Marc's now still hand. Artemka gently
leant over Marc's back, hugging him as both boys regained their breath.

Claire was the first to speak "Jesus wept," She gasped in real awe "now if
that hasn't got you in the mood girl, you'd have to be dead!" As she moved
away, Artemka straightened up to sit on the floor, one hand propping
himself up. When I moved, Marc just rolled onto his back.

Claire and me knelt looking at the cum-splattered boys recovering in front
of us. "That went far better than I had thought," said Claire. "That's the
beauty of the young ones you know, they recover quick and last longer next
time." I nodded; I had figured this out by myself already. Claire picked up
on my knowledgeable response, "Of course, here's me teaching the expert,"
she laughed, "We had still best give them a while to recover though eh."

Claire grinned, reached forward and picked up the vibrator. "You know what
this is really for, right?" she said. Before I could reply she had switched
the thing on and touched my nipple with it. The bud hardened immediately
and I sucked in my breath, partly through the unexpectedness of it but
party through the sensation. Claire kept the vibrator moving over my nipple
as she kissed me.

"Lets get naked" Claire said and started to pull off her jeans. I didn't
need to be asked twice. I stood up and dropped my own jeans to the floor,
flicking them to one side with my foot. Claire looked up and recognised her
own panties on me "Mmmmm" was all she said with a broad grin on her
face. Within seconds we were both stark naked. I knelt back down facing
Claire; sure that she would take the lead.

Sure enough Claire ran her fingertips down my shoulders, slowly and gently
scratching her way down both of my breasts. I held my breath anticipating
the nail brushing my nipple, but Claire teasingly ran her nail around the
edges of my pea-like buds and stroked them back under by swelling
breasts. Around and around she went each time coming tantalizingly close
but each time skipping on past, it was driving me mad. Suddenly and without
warning she tweaked both my nipples, it was like an electric shock stabbing
through me, bouncing from breast to breast before snaking off towards my
groin. I gasped, causing Claire to smile wickedly.

She edged forward, hugging me close and kissed me gently on the nose. Her
featherlike kiss then dropped to brush, gently of so gently, my lips. She
worked her mound against mine and started to grind it slowly against
me. Sometimes she would go round and round, other times thrusting up and
down. I was in my own little world happy to feel the warm tide within me
heating up and starting to wash back and forth from deep inside me.

I was horrified to see the door open without warning and Marc sneak in with
wearing his boxers. Artemka was sat crossed legged watching us both, he had
his underwear on as well. There was a towel lying close to the door that I
didn't remember from before. It seemed that both boys had taken it in turns
to sneak out and clean up. I didn't really have much of a chance to
register how dangerous they were making this; my parents could hear all the
movement and find a half-naked boy running back into my room for God's
sake! Marc was sitting down shoulder to shoulder with Artemka ready for the
floorshow. I was about to say something when Claire's finger reached under
me and brushed my clit, taking my breath away and taking my thoughts away
into a different uncaring dimension.

Claire's finger worked away, flicking and pinching my clit. I felt quite
helpless, snatching kisses whenever Claire's mouth came near mine but
mostly just running my hands aimlessly across her back. Claire's tongue
dropped to my breast, sucking and gently biting my nipple while her finger
probed deeper and deeper inside me. I felt my juices start to leak out. The
tension at the back of my love tube was like stretched elastic, my mind
whirled as sensation swarmed in from all over my body, building the
pressure inside me up and up. Each time I thought I had reached a peak and
braced myself, the pressure simply surged on and upward. All I could do is
grunt in time with Claire's finger.

Claire eased me back so I was arched back to the floor with my bent legs
underneath me and my hips thrust upwards towards her. All the time she kept
running her mouth between kissing me and one or other of my breasts. Her
hand moved up to play with my nipple and Claire ran her tongue all the way
down my stomach and, without pause, over my clit before pushing it
purposefully deep into my hole.

I bucked and ground my mound against her lapping tongue, feeling the hot
juices spilling out of me. The unbearable pressure kept on building in side
me. The hot fluid that had been washing and smashing around inside me was
no longer moving; it felt like there was no longer any room inside for it
to move so it was simply swelling up waiting to burst free. My ears were
ringing; I could hear Claire speaking to the boys but couldn't make out
what she said.

The boys shuffled closer, much closer, still sitting shoulder to shoulder,
but now their knees were almost brushing against my legs. Artemka was the
closest to my hand, so I reached out and ran my hand up his thigh. I
couldn't concentrate on what I was doing, Claire's tongue licked deep
inside me. My hand simply rested unmoving on the bulge in Artemka's briefs.

There was a noise from somewhere I couldn't make it out. A buzzing noise
...

My whole body tingled; it felt like I was on fire. A small hot cinder
started on my clit, its burning grew inwards until it spread rapidly across
my thrusting mound. The heat began to burn inwards. My lust rose as fast as
the fire spread through me. I thrust and pushed my hips towards the
throbbing plastic tool, feeling its vibration slow down, as I pressed hard
against its tip. Every muscle in my lower body quivered, spasmed quickly in
no particular order. I felt my vagina quiver; I mean the actual lips felt
like they were trembling. My clit raised, I had never felt it rise before;
I was vaguely aware of a small but hot gush hitting my thigh.

Claire spoke huskily "Girl, wow, like you're flying ..." It didn't make any
sense and it sounded like it was a million miles away.

There was some discussion and movement around me, I didn't have a clue what
was happening. My whole pelvic floor was dropping up and down, pounding
against the end of my throbbing love tube.

The vibrator moved only slightly. Claire slid up my body until she was
knelt astride my breasts, my arms outside her legs. She was reaching back
pressing the vibrator on and off my throbbing clit. The added sensation of
her thighs resting against my ribs and brushing my aching breasts only
served to push my excitement to new levels.

Claire's mound was raised above me. I lifted my head in an attempt to get
my tongue into that warm and glistening slit. I managed just a few
tentative licks with the very tip of my probing tongue when a fresh shudder
wracked my body and I dropped back down to the bed, my hands resting on her
hips.

Behind Claire I saw Marc, without his shorts, but with his huge erection
sticking straight out in front of him move into position between my
knees. Marc's hands spread under my buttocks and lifted my hips high until
his thighs slid under mine, bringing our groins to the same level. Claire
was in the way so I didn't see Marc enter me. I felt his hard rigid tool
slide into my slippery mass, its length stretching me and pressing deeper
and deeper. I was impaled on his shaft as he knelt under my thrusting
hips. Claire was still knelt up in front of him but facing towards me. He
reached around, at first he hugged her, before his hands started brushing
and rubbing her nipples. It seemed as if he was waiting, maybe until the
impact of his cock sliding into such a welcoming hole had subsided a
little, I don't know. Slowly he started to pull out, then back in, setting
a slow and deliberate rhythm slopping and sliding his length through my
gaping crack. Claire pressed the vibrator against my clit, lifting it
slightly in time with Marc's slow shafting.

My body was trembling. I simply couldn't stop trembling in violent spasms
as wave after wave smashed through me. Claire's mound was still in front of
me and I lifted myself a little to place my mouth over her gaping hole. My
tongue rammed in and up, licking and slobbering my way towards her
clit. Her hips lowered, not by much, but enough to allow me to get my lips
and tongue in firm contract with her pulsing and solid little nub.

Claire was leaned sideways a long way. Artemka hadn't been forgotten; his
erection was engulfed between Claire's tightly pinched lips. Her lips slid
up and down his shaft, as her lips came to the top of his cock, her tongue
ran rapidly round the tip before her mouth plunged back down towards his
groin. Artemka looked in his own little world, simply kneeling back and
watching the events that were unfolding around him.

Marc started pounding into me. Our hips colliding with each powerful thrust
as his tempo built. The impact sent jolt after jolt through me, moving me,
living me higher and higher onto his lap with each slamming blow. The
vibrator was now simply resting on my clit, Marc's hammer blows knocking it
on and off, sometimes it would roll off to the left, other times to the
right, but each time it would roll back over the top and lie squarely on my
aching clit.

I couldn't keep up my attention to Claire and dropped back down. There was
some more movement around me. My eyes closed as a huge wave bore down
through me. I felt a huge wet warm jet run down my thighs, juices pouring
from me, squirting around Marc's tight fitting tool.

I don't know how long I lay there with my eyes closed. I wasn't able to
separate the orgasms that shuddered through me. Eventually I opened my
eyes. It was confusing at first but then I realised what was happening just
inches above me.

Artemka was astride my head. His ball sack just above my nose, his young
boy shaft was thrusting forward embedded inside Claire. Two lust crazed
teenagers screwing above my face. I could see the thick swollen ridge along
the underside of Artemka's tool as it squelched its way through the hair
and Claire's lips.

The energy simply flowed out of me. One moment I was bucking and writhing,
orgasm after orgasm throbbing through my gushing mound. The next I felt
exhausted, absolutely drained. I simply didn't have anything left to
give. All I could do was lie as a helpless limp mass and let it all happen.

Above me, just inches above me, Artemka was sliding his young boyhood in
and out of Claire. I was completely out of it, staring intently at what was
happening but oblivious of what was happening to my own body.

Artemka was slipping his length smoothly in. Well not quite, he seemed to
only be pulling out maybe two inches before sliding it back in. Each time
his rigid shaft came out it was coated with a slick coat of Claire's
juices. As he pushed back in, Claire's folds stripped the love juices off
Artemka's tool until they built up as a white wet ring of ooze. This
glistening ring overloaded, its overflow running off as drops and trickles
snaking their way through the hair of Claire's mound. Each thrust brought a
fresh layer to the ring; each thrust drew out a new drop or stream. The
various expanses of smoothly muscled teenage flesh moving above me, both
Claire's and Artemka's, were coated in a shiny layer of sweat.

The ooze started to drip onto my neck and throat, as I lay under the
mingled teenage groins. There was not a thing I felt I could do about it,
except lie there helpless and let it all happen. Artemka's balls, which had
been swinging back and forth with his movement, seemed to be quite
still. They seemed to be drawn up against him, tight and smaller somehow.

What had been smooth flowing thrusts became more erratic; sometimes he
would push all the way and then push a little more. Above me I think the
two were sharing a tongue-hugging kiss as their love making reached it's
climax. I saw Artemka half fall towards Claire. For an instant, I feared
that he would collapse on top of me, but felt completely unable to
move. The thick tube underneath Artemka's smooth glistening shaft
pulsed. From the underside I could see there was a full two inches sticking
out of Claire's heaving mound. The tube throbbed powerfully once; I could
almost see the thick wads of jism forcing their way up that tightly
shrouded rod. Claire had her hands on Artemka's hips and was pushing him
away as he shot his load. At first Artemka pulled out a little. This time,
along with the slick covering of Claire's juices, was a definite dribble of
thick white boy juice. The tube had three more powerful pulses; with each
one came an overflow of cum forcing its way around the smooth length of
Artemka's flesh as he was slowly pulling out, spilling out from the hairy
union of crotches and dripping down onto my face. Claire pushed Artemka
completely away, his lolling length falling down to pump the last of his
load onto my shoulder. A small spray of drops, a mingle of cum and Claire's
love juices, hit me in the face.

Artemka and Claire moved away from me. With Claire gone I reawakened to
what had continued to happen to my own body in the four or five minutes
that those two had been in action above me.

Marc was still slowly sliding inside me. He was still knelt, his thighs
under my outstretched legs and his tool firmly rooted in my slippery
tube. With Claire out of the way, he knelt up a little, lifting my hips way
up. My body arched as he pulled my hips towards his, I was being pulled
around like a sack of potatoes.

He picked up the tempo instantly; slamming his taught penis in and out of
me. Ramming his full length back and forth, his hips pounding against mine
as he drove his straining boy cock into me again and again. He had his eyes
closed and he was actually biting his lower lip as he pounded into me.

After what seemed like a slow-motion eternity, Marc's mouth and eyes
opened. He was gasping in time with his thrusts. He held his breath and his
hips picked up even more speed. He let out a grunt and pushed hard, pushing
and pushing, driving every last millimetre into me, stretching me to the
absolute limit of his length. When he came inside me it was not like
Artemka, not like a series of hard hot jets spurting inside me. No, this
was different. I could feel a rapidly growing hot pool, splashing and
gushing inside me. Marc's dick head was already pressing hard against the
very end of my throbbing love tube, I could now feel the end being moved
further back by the growing lump of cum that was being forced deep inside
me. It felt like pint after pint of hot juice was pumping into me as the
boy came.

He backed out of me. His distended glistening shaft falling from me. I was
vaguely aware that he leant over me, I could feel his wet dripping tool
pressing between our stomachs. Exhaustion overtook me and I fell asleep.

I was lying with my legs splayed open, my mound leaking a stream of my own
fluids and Marc's cum, fast asleep in my room.

Over the next few minutes, maybe it was hours I couldn't be sure. I
remember just glimpses of action between my three orgy mates.

Artemka had a bowl and a washcloth, sponging my body again and again. I was
vaguely aware of the feeling of warm rough cloth all over my body. The
dripping and splashing of warm soapy water in and out of the bowl. The two
boys lifting my hips as Claire slid some panties onto me, the boys
struggling and giggling to dress me in a nightshirt. I think it was Marc
who lifted me onto the bed. The three of them played a 'spot the spot
game'. Each damp place that they saw was attacked with the washcloth and
soap. The joss sticks were lit and, despite the freezing temperature of the
early hours, the windows were opened wide.

It was a surreal vision. Marc had his boxers back on, his wilting tool
clearly swinging inside the black cloth as he moved about his
tasks. Artemka and Claire were still naked; doing housework like it was no
big deal.

The next I knew the room was dark. The net curtains occasionally blew in
with each draught. The boys were nowhere to be seen. Claire was asleep in
the camp bed alongside my bed. My groin ached, bruised and battered from
the relentless onslaught. In places matted hair, missed by Artemka's
inexperienced cleanup attempts, stuck and pulled painfully as I moved.

It seemed only a blink of an eye before my mum was knocking on the door,
hurrying us along for the start of a school day. The boys were already up
apparently.

Claire and I took it in turn to dive into the shower, driven on by the
constant nagging from the bottom of the stairs reminding us that we were
all running late.

Within 20 minutes, the car was filled with Claire, Marc and myself all
dressed in our school uniforms bustling off for a busy Monday morning. Marc
was sat in the front seat beside mum. Claire and me sat in the back with
their overnight bags squashed between us.

As we had left I found out that Artemka was leaving tomorrow morning. I had
thought that I might feel a little sadness but no, it had been great sex
but that was all. At one stage I thought that I might have fallen for my
little Ukrainian but, no, I had fallen for the sensations that he could
create. After feeling Marc inside me, I now had two boys 'under my belt'
and realised that different boys could cause me completely different
sensations. I had always known that Artemka was going to be short term.

Artemka was openly overjoyed when he learned he was going to be flown
back. It was easy to forget that he was lost and alone in a strange country
and, while had clearly enjoyed himself, he would grab at the chance to get
back without a backwards look. I wondered if he would start immediately
with other girls in the Ukraine or, if he tried to sneak back into the UK
after a break, he would find some lucky girl. Hell I almost felt proud that
I had created this little sex bomb.

The car drew up outside the school and the long day began.

to be continued ...