Date: Thu, 22 Mar 2001 11:17:40 -0800 From: J. Ocean Subject: My 17th Summer 35 Friday morning was slow to get started. I drifted in and out of consciousness for a while, and when I finally woke up for real the sun was high and shining bright. Everyone else was gone, so I took a shower, put on some shorts and a T-shirt, and made my way over to the Nest, where Mei was presiding over a breakfast of eggs, French toast, and bacon. I gratefully fixed myself a big plate and sat down between Tina and Kendra to eat. Everything felt very relaxed and casual; I almost forgot that I'd had sex with some of these women the previous night, till I saw Diane in the corner. She looked pretty and fresh-faced in the morning light, with no trace of the sinister aspect she'd had the night before. After breakfast we cleaned up, then everyone put on bathing suits and we headed out to the beach. We spent a long, lazy day sunbathing, swimming, reading, sleeping, and talking. In the afternoon Nia organized a touch football game. It was almost like a day I might have spent at the beach with girlfriends as a kid. I felt very innocent somehow, despite the fact that I was there with ten beautiful, scantily clad women, many of whom I'd already fucked, and the rest of whom I expected to fuck before the weekend was over. That's not to say I didn't think about sex that day; I thought about it a lot. With so much skin on display, how could I not? Especially after we started to play football, with all those lovely tits and ponytails flopping around, and the activity and contact involved in the game. One time I chased Vidya and when I touched her she fell, tangling my legs up in hers so that I fell on top of her. I was sorely tempted to rip her top off and start sucking on her luscious brown breasts, but I didn't. No one made a move on me all day and I didn't make any moves either. As the sun set Madeleine fired up the grill and started cooking up a ton of vegetables, steaks, fish, and prawns, and we feasted like mad. Pitchers of margaritas appeared from somewhere. Music was playing and people started dancing; Nia grabbed me and spun me around. Then a slow song came on and she held me close in her powerful arms, my head resting right in her cleavage. Once the sun was down it started to get cold, so we dispersed to shower and get dressed, then met up back at the Nest. I put on my new dress, a tight, backless dark green number. At the Nest, everyone was gathered in the living room. The six guests -- Kendra, Marie, Vidya, Tina, Hannah, and myself -- were brought to the front and drew numbers from a hat. Kendra and Hannah drew ones; Tina and Marie twos; and Vidya and I drew threes; I celebrated quietly, because Vidya had been at the top of my list since I first laid eyes on her. We were then paired off and it was explained that, as guests, we were expected to provide the evening's entertainment. "You know," said Madeleine, "a little show that the girls will like." She didn't say it in so many words, but it was clear from her expression what she meant -- a sex show. We were given a half-hour to prepare. Vidya and I retreated to her cabin to strategize. She was looking terribly, terribly lovely in a blue-and-white sari that looked like the sky and clouds. We tossed around a couple of ideas, but weren't really getting anywhere. I was unable to focus, totally distracted by her beauty. Finally I just gave up and kissed her. She was sweet and succulent. I threw a leg over her and squeezed her breast; her hand grabbed my ass and pulled me to her. We blew the rest of the half-hour making out -- just feeling each other up with our clothes on. It would only help our performance, I figured, to get warmed up this way. I slid my hand between her legs, feeling a hint of wetness beneath the cloth, and she did the same to me. That did it -- I couldn't wait any longer to get her naked, but at that moment I realized our time was up. We untangled ourselves, straightened our clothes, and returned to the Nest. Kendra and Hannah were first. They had chosen a classic scenario: the teacher and the student. A desk that had previously been in the corner had been pulled into the middle of the room; Hannah sat behind it, wearing glasses and a prim jacket and skirt, while Kendra was on the other side in cutoffs and a midriff-baring T-shirt. Their plot was pretty cliched: the usual stuff where the teacher tells the student she's failing, the student begs for mercy, and the teacher says, well, yes, there is something you can do to bring up your grade.... Their dialogue wasn't too good either, but by the time Kendra had crawled up onto the desk, nobody cared. She was a gorgeous creature, and no one in the room breathed as Hannah pulled her T-shirt up over her head. She was braless and her nipples were jutting; Hannah wasted no time in closing her lips around one, bringing from Kendra a moan that had nothing to do with acting. Hannah traced her tongue across the milky flesh of Kendra's tits; I could see that she was enjoying being the aggressor for once. It was nice to watch, and it was even more of a turn-on knowing that Hannah really was a teacher, though she'd never fucked any of the students at her Christian school...at least as far as I knew. Kendra leaned back on the desk so that Hannah could wiggle off her cutoffs; she was naked now, stretched out to her full length, which was considerable. Her red hair hung off one side nearly to the floor. Hannah sat back down in her chair, parted Kendra's legs, and gingerly touched her tongue to Kendra's slit. Kendra's body jerked as if she'd received an electric shock. She was quite sensitive, apparently; her face, which was turned toward me, was contorted with pleasure. Hannah began to lick more vigorously, wrapping an arm around Kendra's waist to hold her steady. Kendra, we quickly found out, was a screamer; her cries echoed quite pleasantly through the quiet room. Her fists were clenched, her back was arched, her eyes were closed. Her squeals grew louder as she approached orgasm, then crescendoed with a great, wolfish howl. Hannah stood up and looked quickly around the room. I wondered what was going on in her mind. A month ago she'd never even had sex with a woman, though she'd been thinking about it her whole life. Now she'd just finished licking the cunt of a woman she'd met only the day before, in front of a roomful of women, many of whom were virtual strangers as well -- and one of whom was her stepdaughter. If nothing else, it had to be a huge turn-on; it certainly was for me. I had one hand down my own panties and one on Vidya's thigh. If Hannah was feeling at all shy, she didn't show it now as she stood over the sprawled redhead and stripped. After taking off her bra, she leaned over so that Kendra could suck her nipples. Hannah nimbly shed her skirt and panties while still bent at the waist, then straightened up and, holding Kendra by the waist, pulled her forward until her head was dangling off the side of the desk. This put Kendra's head directly at Hannah's crotch level, a fact that Hannah took immediate advantage of by gripping the younger woman's head between her legs. >From my angle, I had a good look at Hannah's ass and the red ponytail sticking out from between her legs, bobbing up and down as Kendra's head moved. After a few minutes of this, Hannah pushed Kendra all the way back onto the desk and climbed on top of her. I had a nice view now of Hannah's spread pussy and Kendra's tongue darting in and out of it as they 69ed passionately. Despite the room full of spectators, Hannah and Kendra were oblivious to everything but each other as they built toward a mutual climax. When they reached it, Hannah rolled off Kendra and laid beside her on the desk, which just big enough to hold them both. They rested there head to toe, breathing heavily, as the room rang with applause.