From: SueNH@aol.com
Subject: Sue's 9th: Slippery When Wet (mmmm/f)
Date: Tue, 13 Sep 94 07:34:06 EDT

NOTE: This story is, of course, for adults only --  so don't read it if you
don't think you can be mature about it. Reading and writing these stories
should be acts of fantasy, and I hope that you can keep your notions of real
and fantasy life seperate in your mind. I know I can. If you would like to
let me know what you think, or if you have a follow-up fantasy (which is
something that I REALLY like), you can reach me at SueNH@AOL.com ... but I
can't promise to return your emails... I do have some other things to do in
my real life! 
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Life's a Beach

I keep thinking back to that trip we took to that tropical paradise in the
Caribbean. My dreams are filled with memories of days and nights of gentle
loving and kinky capers. So much sex in such a short period of time... it all
runs together in my mind, like your come and my juices did. One of the
recollections that keeps recurring is about that day when we were sunning
ourselves at the beach.

The front of our cottage fronted on a beautiful beach that was wide, white
and 6 miles long. Form our deck, we could see only a few other people
scattered along the length, and none were close by. We walked hand-in-hand
out across the sand and set up camp a few yards back from the edge of the
lapping waves. You were wearing that tiny black bikini bathing suit that I
had bought for you at the boutique, and I was wearing an even skimpier bikini
that was hot pink and as transparent as tracing paper. Since you had
explained that you weren't interested in soaking up too many rays, we had set
up a huge beach umbrella that shaded your beach chair, and I spread my giant
towel out right in front of the chair, where the warm sun could wash over me.
I arranged myself on my back with my head near your feet and my feet pointing
at the surf.  

After a few minutes of tantalizing chit-chat about our prior evenings
encounter with the mysterious native in the pitch blackness of our cottage,
we were both starting to get aroused, and the hot sun was putting a sheen of
perspiration on my skin. I asked you to help apply my SPF 15 lotion, but when
I started to get up so that you could rub it on, you insisted that I should
remain in my comfortable recumbent position. Grabbing the lotion, you
squatted down next to my legs and rubbed in the lotion, starting with my
feet. I closed my eyes as your strong hands massaged the muscles of my calves
and toyed with my sensitive toes. It was so tantalizing to feel the slippery
lotion lubricating your fingers. 

Then your hands worked their way up to my knees, and you teased me by
tickling the backs of my knees. I restrained myself from giggling, and the
ticklishness turned into something vaguely erotic. Continuing upward, you
began to massage my thighs, and I began to anticipate what it would feel like
when your hands ascended to my moistening cunt, only inches "north" of where
you were. I tingled with expectations. Now, I know you well enough to realize
that predictability is not to be expected from you. But in those early days
of our relationship, I didn't realize that you were so creative. So when you
pulled away from me and stood up, I started to whine at you to come back and
apply the lotion to my upper thighs, which I spread apart a little to give
you an ideas of where I really wanted you to pay attention. 

But you silently answered my pleas with a stern look that let me know that I
shouldn't try to boss you around. I was pleased to see your gaze slide down
my body and alight upon my bikini bottom. My sparse cunt hair was trimmed
very close in so that it didn't show around the edge of my bikini, but the
material was so thin that the hair was visible as a texturing of the fabric.
And my labia formed two distinct ridges that bracketed the moist vertical
smear of moisture that had seeped out of my aroused cunt. As you stared, I
spread my legs a bit further and tipped my hips up so that you could see my
barely clad cunt even better. 

Then you stepped back over to your beach chair and scootched it forwards so
that the set was directly over my face. I couldn't see what you were doing,
but suddenly I felt splatters of cool thick liquid splash onto the skin of my
tummy. At first I had the thought that you had had an orgasm and had shot
your semen onto my stomach... but of course, you had only had a few seconds
to accomplish this, and the liquid was too cold to have come from your cock.
Then I felt the soles of your feet begin to smear the creamy liquid around on
skin, and I realized that you had squirted the tanning lotion onto me. As
your feet started to gently rub the lotion around my torso, more fat dollops
of the cream spewed onto my breasts, my shoulders, my thighs and my crotch.
Your feet wandered up to my breasts and the toes slipped in under my bikini
top, pushing  the lotion all around my tits. The big toe on each foot zeroed
in on my lengthening nipples, and then you began to clench your toes under,
capturing and gently squeezing my nipples with the toe and ball of each foot.
The milking action was unusual and exotic, and it made me squirm and shiver. 

I reached up and fondled your calves as your feet came out from under the
bikini top and spread the lotion around my shoulders and then down the bumpy
surface of my ribs. I felt fresh spurts of the lotion falling randomly on my
body. Your right foot slithered up to my tummy and dipped into the pool of
thick cream that had formed in my belly button. Then those toes descended
further until they reached the low-slung waste band of my bikini panties, and
then dove under the edge. Your toes entwined themselves in my pubic hair, and
you were able to bend your big toe down enough to spread apart my labia and
 press onto the hard nub of my clitoris. But within a few seconds, you pulled
your foot out and caught a fresh puddle of lotion and then pushed back into
my panties. A few more swabs like that and my bikini and crotch was
absolutely soaked with greasy, slippery lotion, and more squirts of the
lotion rain down on the outside of my panties, and onto my thighs. Finally,
you pull your foot up and out over my crotch and down so that the heel was
rubbing my cunt area through the saturated thin material. The lotion pooled
and dripped everywhere, and your fat and solid heel ground firmly into my
slickened crotch, spreading the lips outward under the fabric so that the
inner lips and my erect clitoris are exposed to the welcome and relentless
pressure. Although my head is still trapped under the chair, I could easily
imagine the view you have, with the radiant pink material of my bikini almost
transparent, revealing the equally pink color of my engorged flesh. 

My hands gravitated to my own breasts, and I push the top out of the way and
use the ample supply of lotion to give my nipples and areolas a deep and
satisfying massage. Your foot lowered itself down so that your heel rests on
the towel, and your Achilles tendon was held in the passionate embrace of my
crotch. My hips began an instinctive up and down motion that rubbed my
barely-sheathed clitoris up and down on that slippery and unbendably rigid
rod of tendon. As I squeezed and twisted my nipples harder and harder, I
humped  your leg faster and faster, bearing down relentlessly with an animal
urgency. I wasn't long before my orgasm  caught me up in its surge of pulsing
ecstasy that was sustained by the pounding rhythm of the crashing waves. Only
as the intensity of the orgasm abated did I become aware of a new sensation:
a drip-drip-drip of lotion dropping onto one of my sensitized nipples. It
brought me back from dreamland with a fresh and rising sexual desire. Deep as
it was, this pleasure was not going to be the end of our carnal play for the
morning.

Part 2

I pushed up hard on the bottom of your chair's seat, and surprised you by
flipping it over backwards, leaving your  sprawled on the white beach. The
sand coated your sweaty body in splotchy patterns, and then you jumped up and
raced into the water, vaulting over an incoming wave and knifing head-first
into the surf. I stood up to follow, and it took a moment to get over the
post-orgasmic dizziness. I stumbled into the water like a drunken sailer, and
a big wave knocked my legs out from under me. With a big breath of air held
in my lungs, I let my body go limp and felt the incredible poser of the
churning water tumble my body around like a rag doll in a clothes drier. The
cool water perked up my senses, and I pushed up off the sandy bottom and shot
up into the air with my arms reaching toward the sun . When I came back down,
I swam underwater and snuck up to where you were standing and pulled your
skimpy bathing suit down to your knees. We spent the next 15 minutes chasing
and teasing each other until we were cold and exhausted. Then we strode up
onto the beach and back to our chair, table and umbrella.

By now the sun had moved so that the shade was on the blanket, so you lay
down with your head toward the water and your feet under the chair. Since
there was no one else near us on the beach, you agreed to take off your
bathing suit, and this revealed your cock. I know you didn't really
appreciate it when I told you that it looked particularly cute right then,
but that's what I kept thinking of. The cold water had shrunk your cock up
much smaller that usual, and it stuck straight out from your crotch . This
contrasted with your balls, which were filled with come that had accumulated
during your lotioning of my body. The skin of your balls was stretched tight
and smooth over the swollen eggs. It looked somehow cherubic and beautiful. 

As I leaned over to examine it closely, your cock started to grow. It
happened so slowly that it was almost like trying to watch a flower bud open.
But millimeter by millimeter, the water-shrunken cock, grew fatter and
longer. It lay over to one side and started to stretch out toward your hip,
and then the head kind of rolled and slithered along your tummy until it
pointed up to your belly button. Still it continued to lengthen, nourished my
eager and riveted stare. Just as the tip looked like it was going to try to
fuck your navel, the whole length of your cock twitched and jerked up into
the air, hovering and convulsing an inch or so above your tummy. When I saw
that, I knew that it was beckoning me to do more than gaze upon its
magnificent beauty. 

I grabbed our second (and last) bottle of sun lotion and squirted it down
onto your rigid cock. As the cool liquid reached its target, your cock
involuntarily bobbed and weaved, as if it was trying to hide from the
squirting lotion. Just as you had done for me, I hosed the lotion all over
your torso, thighs, and balls, and then used the soles of my feet to cradle
the length of your cock. I began to give you a satiny foot job with my well
lubricated feet. I probed around the ridged edge of the head with my toes,
and then massaged up and down the raised tube that runs up the entire length.
I also pushed your cock back and forth across your stomach, swabbing around
the lotion as if your cock was a windshield wiper. With one foot, I lightly
prodded and swirled your heavy balls.

When I thought you  were starting to get too excited, I asked you to slide
your whole body further under the beach chair, so that your cock was directly
under the seat, just where my head had been earlier. While you did that, I
stood up and removed my wet bikini bottom, then sat back in the chair. This
was one of those beach chairs that has those flexible plastic strips running
side to side, forming the seat. I was able to push some of the strips
forward, and others back, so that my ass could hang won through the seat by a
couple of inches. At the same time, I could hook my knees up and onto the
wooden arms of the chair. This spread my ass cheeks and my cunt lips wide
open. It didn't take much imagination on your part to see what I had in mind.
You reached in under the chair and lifted your  greasy cock straight up. My
cunt was so close that you had to bend that rigid piece of meat to get it
past my pubic hair and my clit, and then the head of your cock reached my
open vagina, and you released it. Without doing anything, your cock pushed up
into me two or three inches. That wasn't enough for either of us, and you
immediately started to lift and drop your ass, stabbing your long and hard
cock up into my avaricious cunt. In my position, I really couldn't move much,
so I left it for you to fuck me, which you did with great passion and
enthusiasm. It was so marvelous to be fucked  by your huge cock while I gazed
out over the ocean.  The sounds of the waves were mesmerizing. Your cock
filling my cunt was the only place that were touching each other. I reached
down through the slats of plastic and rubbed my clitoris with one hand, and
the other reached even further under and I let  my first and second fingers
scissor around the exposed part of your cock, applying even more squeezing
pressure to your hard cock as it plunged deep in and out of my wide-open
vagina. That was just what you needed; within moments, you began an intense
and convulsive orgasm. I looked down at your face and saw a grimace that
might have been mistaken for extreme pain, if I didn't know better. Your hips
thrust fiercely up into me, bumping the entire chair up and down. Your final
thrust left you paralyzed in an arched position, buried in my cunt as deeply
as you could. After half a minute, your body collapsed back down to the
towel, and only your cock's head was left inside me.

My rapid flicking of my clitoris finally had its desired effect, and I was
wracked by my second orgasm of the day. The spasms in my body were most
conspicuous inside my vagina, and the muscles contracted and squeezed out
much of the huge load of come that you had deposited. I could feel it flood
down out of me and around the head of your cock, down into your matted pubic
hair. And finally, as your cock shrank more and more, the head pulled out and
your cock flopped back down onto your stomach, thoroughly wet and satisfied.
I let my feet drop back down onto the sand and tipped my head back. 

Within minutes you and I had fallen into deep sleep, filled with kinky dreams
of what might occur during the rest of our vacation. It's fortunate that we
applied the sunscreen so liberally, for as the suncontimnued to move across
the sky, we each got our share of the sleepy rays

I fell asleep wondering whether any of the other people on the beach would
walk by during our nap. What would they have seen -- my cunt dripping semen
down through the slats of the chair, onto your limp cock, which was coated
with streaks of already-dry come -- or would they just have paid attention to
the smug and satisfied smiles on our faces?

Upon our awakening, my curiosity was satisfied. On the towel next to your
head was a note:
"We are glad to see that you are enjoying your vacation. But you are
obviously running low on sun tan lotion. If you like some more, stop by our
villa. We are tree houses down the beach from your place. Come by anytime,
and come as often as you can. Drinks are served at 5:00 pm. It's been a
pleasure seen you! .................Alice and Joe."

Mmmmmm, sounds good, and the lotion is so expensive down here. We'll have to
check out their offer.

Slippery When Wet, part 2 of 2
     By Sue 

With all that has happened over the last half hour, the fear that I had felt
in the hallways has completely dissipated. Suddenly it returns, for the
silence of the moment is broken by the feint thumping of feet on the stairs.
The white light of a flashlight glimmers in the window of the door, getting
closer and closer. You reach across me to hit the switch of the underwater
lights, hoping that the unwanted intruders will walk past and down to the
locker rooms. My breath is caught in my throat, and I rise to my feet and hug
you tightly, somehow seeking your protection. 

The footsteps (it seems like more that one person, and now we can here their
hushed voices) stop in front of this room, and the doorknob turns. The door
opens. the beam of light plays around the room and then aims right at us. We
are blinded by the glare, and have no idea who is there in the room with us.
The beam lowers slightly, so that it is shining directly at the water level.
Then, to our surprise, we hear a giggle and then another. We can see the
profile of three people standing just inside the door.  I'm still scared, but
there is something about the giggling that seems far from ominous.

You summon up the courage to say something. You ask them to shine the light
away from our eyes, and to turn on the overhead lights. When they do, we can
see that the intruders are actually 3 young men, maybe college age or
younger. They are dressed in swim suits and are dripping wet. Hardly anything
to be scared of, I think, since you are much larger and stronger than any two
or three of them combined. One of them nervously blurts out that they thought
they would have the place to themselves, and that they are sorry to
interrupt. Another one says something that we are obviously enjoying the
jacuzzi more than they could have. That is when I suddenly get over my shock
at their intrusion and realize that you and I are standing there stark naked,
and that they can see from your huge erection that we are doing more than
just relaxing in the warm waters. Fear seems to stimulate you sexually much
as it does me. In fact, I can't help but notice that my tingle of arousal is
still with me, unquenched by my orgasm. In fact, I can't avoid the fact that
I'm still horny as hell! Glancing down, I can see that my nipples are still
hart and pointy.

After a few moments of awkwardness, one of the boys says that he should
explain what they are doing there. I can tell that they are kind of scared
too. Of course! They aren't supposed to be in the building. It turns out that
they hid in the weight room until after closing time. They had spent the last
hour cavorting in the pool in the dark. It was sort of a lark, done on a
dare, but it turned out that swimming in the dark had been a lot of fun. But
they had finally gotten cold, so they were coming down to take hot jacuzzi to
warm up before sneaking out and going back to the dorm. They were freshmen at
the nearby college. They begged us not to turn then in to the college's
disciplinary authorities. They assumed that we were owners or managers of the
athletic center. Otherwise, what would we be doing here so late at night.
Funny how suddenly the tables have turned. We thought we were in danger, but
it turns out that these three young men are the ones feeling danger.

During their long explanation, you and I continue standing and facing them,
arms around each other's back. I'm not sure why we don't at least slip down
into the water, but I guess that it gives us more of a feeling of power to be
standing. No that's not really it, is it. I can tell by looking down at your
cock that you are getting off on making these boys squirm, and that you are
showing off your magnificent body and your gorgeous girlfriend. And they are
eager to be shown. At least their eyes are glued to my body, sweeping eagerly
up and down my exposed glories. My cunt is just below the surface, but my
wispy cunt hair is floating on the surface, and their eyes keep getting stuck
on this spot.Perhaps they are hoping to part the waters like Moses so that
they can see the Promised Land. thoughts like that bring a smile to my face.

When they have finished explaining, they start to excuse themselves so that
they can leave us in peace. But they are not rushing to the door. They seem
to be waiting for us to tell them that they can leave and that we won't get
them in trouble. Instead, you absolutely astonish them by telling them that
they had better do something to get warmed up (they are shivering like
crazy). Something like getting in the jacuzzi like they had originally
planned. All three of them let their jaws drop open in shock, yet still they
didn't make a move, either out of the room or into the tub. So I took the
initiative by walking through the water over the edge of the tub closest to
them. Looking up into their faces, I asked them to please join us. Something
about being asked nicely by the object of their yearnings was enough to
 convince them, and finally they broke their frozen poses and started to walk
up to the jacuzzi. When the first boy started to squat down to get into the
water, I reached out with my hand and grabbed his foot to stop him. He looked
at me with confusion painted across his face. I then told the three of them
that it would be more appropriate if they dress for this occasion the same
way that you and I were dressed. That's what friends would do, and we were
hoping that they might become our friends. Of course, it was obvious that I
meant "undress." I gave the boy's foot a squeeze, then let my fingertips run
up his shin to his knee. 

He looked over to his two other buddies, and it took almost 30 seconds for
them to decide. While we all waited, you came up behind me and hugged me from
behind. Your bending your knees slightly, your cock slid between my ass
cheeks and forwards through my crotch. The head of your cock poked so far
forwards that I could look down and see the tip stirring around in my cunt
hair.

Finally, they said what the hell, and stood in a row right in front of me and
peeled down their swim suits. They were all wearing big baggy trunks, so I
had no idea what would be revealed until the suits were down low enough. What
a feast for my eyes. These guys weren't jailbait, but they weren't much over
that. Their bodies were lean and almost hairless,so that I could see their
balls unobscured by pubic hair. And best of all, their cocks were so young
and strong. These guys had erections that seemed like they were made out of
polished hardwood. They arched upwards like Arabian scimitars, and there was
just no sag. but there was movement. These three cocks that loomed above me
are throbbing and pulsing as if they had a life of their own. Yet somehow,
 impossibly, these cocks gave me the impression of being virginal. I know
that this was unlikely, but that's what they looked like in their smooth,
white, tight skinned beauty.

There was no doubt in their minds now that our invitation to get in the tub
was to be more that just a social occasion. But as they were getting into the
jacuzzi, I was glad that to hear you telling them that this was going to be
the time of there young lives, but that we had one rule. You told them that
you were the only one that would actually get to fuck me. They would
certainly get to have as much pleasure as they could stand, that I would
touch them, jerk them off, suck their cocks, fondle their balls....  But
actual fucking was your territory alone. 

I suppose that they are a bit disappointed at hearing the no-fucking rule,
but on the other hand, it was now completely out in the open that this was
about sex. In fact, your direct use of the word "fuck" was like a button that
has been pushed, both for them and for me. Fuck..... Fuck.......FUCK..... It
is just the word to match the word "horny" that I had been saying to myself
all evening. I want to be fucked. Not made love to. I want to suck cock. I
want to play with their balls. I want to have their hot sperm shooting all
over my body. This is going to be absolutely the ultimate in how to quench my
hunger for horny sex.

You take charge of arranging us. It is not easy to position four men and a
woman so that satisfaction can be guaranteed. First, you have me return to my
floating-on-my-back position, and you return to standing between my legs,
holding my hips to keep me afloat and to keep me from drifting away. My head
is over one of the underwater benches at the edge. Then one of the young stud
kneels on the bench to each side of me. This way, their cocks are above water
and pointing right at my head. The third guy perches his ass right on the
cushioned rim of the tub, and he bends his cock downwards with his hands so
that it is directly over me. 

Cocks everywhere. I am surrounded. Within inches of my face are the three
monumentally hard white cocks that are waiting for attention. And I can feel
your cock insistently prodding at my cunt. I willingly spread my legs again
to let you in. And in you go, all at once, plunging all the way in one quick
stab. Usually, I need a slower approach to accustom myself to your thickness.
But tonight I'm ready, as ready as I've ever been. I've been waiting for this
since this morning's phone call, and as the hours have passed, I've only
become more ready. Just as my mouth sucked your cock hard into my mouth a
while ago in the hallway, I feel sure that my vagina is drawing you in with a
vacuuming force. You have no choice but to fill me with that big cock. 

And speaking of big cocks, I've got plenty to choose from. The boys are
getting impatient. All three are lightly stroking their erections, and the
two to my sides are nudging my cheeks. I turn to one of them and nibble on
the tip. I tongue the pisshole. I bare my teeth and let them lightly rub over
the taught skin, catching on the rim of the head. I let my lips wrap around
the head, while my tongue is flicking around and around the the entire crown.
He is still pumping away on the base of his cock, and I encourage him to give
me more of his solid meat. It is so hot and firm in my mouth. I can almost
imagine that it will explode like a balloon if the skin becomes any more
taut. I now push down further onto his incredibly long shaft, and  my lips
bump against his fingers, forcing them to make room for my hungry, slurping
mouth. He is left with only a finger and his thumb gripping at the root of
his cock, but even then, he continues to squeeze and milk his shaft, making
the head bump repeatedly against the roof of my mouth. I slurp and gobble,
tasting his precome as it slides around in my mouth. It tastes subtly
different than yours, I realize. Less salty, more sweet. Something about his
being so young, I wonder.

While I am gobbling on this one hunk of hard flesh, I am able to reach up
with one hand to tickle my fingers over the surface of the cock directly
overhead. And with the other hand, I reach under the cock of the boy on my
other side and fool around with his balls. Both of these guys are also
pumping away at their cocks with increasing speed. So eventually, I switch
from sucking the stud on my right to the one on my left. I give him some of
the same treatment, and his precome is already flowing as soon as I start. It
is also more sweet than yours, maybe more watery too. And so much of it.

Speaking of you...., you have kept your cock completely buried in my cunt
while this is going on, but you haven't moved it in and out. Nevertheless, I
can feel it throbbing and twitching inside me. Now you pull it most of the
way out and begin thrusting in and out just an inch or so. In this position,
you have just the right angle to stimulate my G spot. You certainly know what
you are doing. You are giving that most sensitive bump a deep massage, and it
is doing quite the number on me. Your hands on my hips begin to give my ass
cheeks an equally deep massage. You know me so well. You touch me so deeply,
so thoroughly, so passionately.

I am now going back and forth between the two guys on each side of my head,
giving them hot, wet sucks. And the guy over my head has crunched forwards
and down, so that his balls are easier for me to reach. He seems to be
frustrated that his friends are getting the blow jobs, so I stop for a minute
to tell him not to worry, that his time will come. that satisfies him as I
continue to lightly juggle his huge balls. They are hanging down so low and
are right in front of my eyes. 
Unlike your balls, they are hairless and almost smooth. 

Now the boys on each side are obviously getting close. I am trying to adjust
the amount of stimulation that I give each of them so that they will climax
simultaneously. Again I stop for a moment to explain that I want you and the
two guys at my side to all come at once. Back to sucking and squeezing and
driving these guys crazy. And back to getting fucked. You are finally giving
me the "hard and deep" fucking that I really need more than anything. I hook
my legs around your hips to keep from being pushed right into the wall of the
jacuzzi. I dig my heels into your back and pull you all the way in, then
release you so that you can rear back for the next thrust. One of your hands
has worked down and around my ass cheek, so that you can tickle at the rim of
my asshole. That feels just right, getting banged so hard by your cock while
being teased so lightly by your finger.

Faster and faster you go, and harder and harder I suck. these two boys are
ready to go. So I let go of the guy over my head and use one hand on each of
the cocks beside my head and start to pump them both as hard and fast as I
can. I shout at you to pull my body up out of the water, and my breasts and
stomach rise up clear. And then I can feel a different, familiar kind of
throbbing in the cocks in my hands. They are going to come. It is about to
happen. They both start grunting, and so do you. It sounds like a cage full
of apes. I start shouting at them, imploring  them to do it. Go ahead. Squirt
that sweet come all over me. Cover me with hot cream. Drown me in your
spendings.

You get the message and pull your cock out of my grasping cunt, just as it
spews forth with the first jet of semen. It arches up over my cunt and navel,
splattering across my heaving belly. Moments later, the two boys get inspired
by your example, and my milking, and they too let go with shots of their
come, which I accurately aim at my breasts. Within seconds, my entire torso
is covered with milky-white goop that both burns and soothes my skin. Big
dollops hang in stringy masses on my breasts and dangle around my long, hard
nipples. It is amazing how much cream these young studs had to give me. I
want all that they have, and I milk out as much as I can. My navel fills up
with a puddle of the wonderful stuff. You slide your softening cock into my
cunt and rub it tenderly over my widespread cunt lips. Your come drools out
over my pink and swollen flesh, and slimes around on my clitoris. I pull the
still log (but softening cocks of the boys down to my breasts and poke at the
greasy nipples with the ridges of the cock heads. I am one huge sensitive
nerve that hooks together all of my erogenous zones into a network of pure
sexual hunger. This is not enough, but is a big step in the right direction.

Of course, it is not enough for the third young man either. He has been
patient and understanding, even getting his balls out of my face long enough
for me to watch all of that semen squirting over my body. that's a view that
I didn't want to miss, and that I'll remember forever. But now it is his
turn, and I ask him to slip down so that he can stand on the bench,
straddling my head. My thighs are still hooked over your hips, supporting my
lower body, and I instruct the boys at my sides to each use one hand to
support my upper body above the waterline. I use my hands to reach up and
grasp the last boys cock. One squeeze of my hands brings forth a couple of
teaspoons of clear precome, and it is enough to lubricate the entire length
of his cock. And we save the best (or at least biggest) for last. Maybe it is
because we made him wait and watch for so long. In any case, his cock must be
11 or 12 inches long, and it seems to want to point all the way up at (or
past!) his navel. I have to keep a tight grip to keep it within reach. As I
pull down, he bends his knees more. Not only does that make it easier for me
to reach and stroke his cock. It also brings his balls right down to my lips.


While I start to jack off this boy and nibble and lick at his balls, you and
the two other guys start to massage the front of my body, using all of that
greasy semen as a body lotion. Each of the guys pays attention to one of my
breasts, while you get your limp cock out of the way so that you can
masturbate my clitoris. The way that you know that I like it. Side to side,
not right on the very tip, but just above that. This is good. Yes. I have to
be careful that my rising excitement doesn't make me lose control too much. I
wouldn't want to suck too hard on the lovely smooth balls that are now all
the way inside my mouth. You've taught me how just the right amount of
sucking and licking can do the trick. 

Now you have instructed one of the boys that was stimulating my incredibly
sensitive nipples to pinch harder and to massage deeper. And you tell the
other too take over for you by rubbing my clitoris. You give him perfect
instructions about how I like it. I turns me on to hear you describing to
this neophyte just the way a real woman likes it. You tell him to be sure to
pay attention to my labia too. And with that, I can feel both you and he
pinch and pull at those long and swollen lips. I know without seeing that the
two of you have stretched them wide apart, and that every detail of my cunt
is open to all your eyes. Then you kneel down in to the hot water and insert
one finger into my vagina, again finding my G spot. Pinching and kneading of
my nipples..... strumming my clitoris..... pinching my cunt lips.....
 massaging my G spot.  Both my hands jacking up and down on 12 inches of
slippery young cock. My nose probing into the clean, pink, wrinkled rosette
of his asshole. And my mouth full of hot balls, full of more of that semen
that is soon to be spraying over my body.

Soon
Soon
Soon.....and now. His balls were hanging down so loose, but now they pull up
towards the root of his cock. His ass cheeks tighten up squeezing my nose
  between them. HIs cock starts writhing in my hands, but I don't stop
pumping. Rather than suck on his balls, I now blow hot air onto them and onto
his cock from below. And that does it. He is clenching his ass cheeks fast
and repeatedly, and I can feel bolts of come rising up through his cock and
out to the tip. A couple of blobs land and my breasts and get immediately
massaged into my tits. While one hand milks his cock some more, I take the
other hand and wrap it around his cock head so that the come gets caught in
my fingers. Once I capture a couple of spurts, I  bring it down to my mouth
and lick the shiny heavy cream onto my tongue. I feed on it like it is my
desert. this young stud is still spurting more come onto my chest and tummy,
and the trio of hands working my nipples and cunt are pushing me over the
top. Another huge orgasm picks me up and sweeps me into the clouds of
rapture. I am shaking with bliss and extasy. Fro a few moments, I am totally
in another place, where there is no time, no names, no reality.

You and these boys have given me a night to remember, and I think that you
all have been thoroughly satisfied too. Certainly there are now three boys
that should now be called men, for they have learned that a woman can
sometimes be as hungry and horny as any man. Now that we have brought them up
to speed, should we think about making another encounter with them. I'm sure
that we'll get no argument from them. Think about it. It is your turn to
write an account of our next rendezvous with them. And then you can send it
to me, or post it on the alt.sex.stories board.

'Til Then,   Sue