WARNING, SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL!                           ADULTS ONLY!

FIRST TIME (or how I shed, gave away, misplaced or lost my virtue, chastity 
            or moral reputation in some sinful sexual activity ) 

by Ozman (c) 2000/1/2.

LINGERIE MODEL

  Maryanne and I had been friends since our school days, had taken our shot 
at the suburban dream  and were struggling under the financial pressures of 
the huge home mortgages we'd taken on with our husbands.  We'd had to defer 
our plans for a family and were actually worse off than when we'd married a
full seven years earlier. 

  She had undertaken a second job as a lingerie model for one of the larger
retail chains, a strange choice with her inate prudishness and had tried to 
recruit me several times. I hadn't thought that my looks were up to the job
and, despite her assurances that normally attractive women were most sought
after, I feared making a fool of myself. However, as our finances tightened
even further I took the plunge and, surprisingly, found myself working on a
regular three evenings per week. I say surprising due to the fact that I've
got a smallish bust, a larger bottom and rather solid thighs, but it seemed
that the somewhat larger figure was what was required for displaying undies
and clothing for the matronly figure.

  We had regular lunch dates where Maryanne gave me tips for the odd, extra
job that she'd heard about, but one noontime she arrived spitting chips, so
to speak. It seems that a new photographer to whom she'd been sent had more
than just a single set with backdrops spread around his loft.  He had fully
furnished bedrooms, lounges and even a luxurious bathroom set which he told
her were used for the production of pornographic videos. 

  "God! I had to ask didn't I?" she blushed.  "Then he told me how much I'd
make if I wanted to give it a whirl. I have never been so embarrassed in my
entire life and I kept imagining that he was visualizing me naked and doing
it while he photographed me."

  While I appeared to sympathize with my girlfriend I was actually enjoying 
a bit of a sexual fantasy of being fucked by some well hung stud in a photo 
studio as a photographer recorded our every movement. I'd watched videoporn
with my husband Danny and come to enjoy it,  imagining myself being screwed
by a succession of muscular men with huge dicks, wondering at how I'd react 
at being confronted by such a situation. Dan wanted us to try swinging, his
greatest fantasy was to see me me being screwed by another guy while he did
the wife in the same bed, but I wasn't up to that, at that stage anyway. If
it had been with Maryanne and Zak I might have been in it,  I fancied him a
lot, but that wasn't a chance either.

  Danny loved my second job, not just for the extra cash it brought in, but 
because of the changes it had wrought in me. I'd had a total depilation and
my thick, black body hair had almost ceased growing, particularly around my
crotch and armpits which then grew only peach fuzz. We saved on the cost of
solariums by driving a bit further to a secluded free beach to  maintain my 
all-over suntan and where Danny could perv on all the naked females. He was
not at all shy about pointing out those whom he'd like to 'know' better and
keen to discover whether or not the prospect of being shagged by any of the
guys there appealed to me. I wasn't specific in my concession to being more 
than slightly interested in several men there, but used my embarrassment as
the reason for my hesitation to say. And I tried to be a little off-putting
by saying that he'd be jealous if he saw me with another guy in that way.

  One evening he produced a digital camera and had me do an exaggerated act
with a vibrator, putting it into our PC and watching.  I was embarrassed at
viewing myself performing so abandonedly, but eventually felt some pride in 
comparing my  more artistic effort with the crudeness of other women on the
net. A week later he brought home some dark, velvet drapes which we hung up
and covered the bed to give the impression of floating in space as I fucked
myself before Dan joined me for more, disappointing me by pulling out early
and kneeling to spoof over my face and bosom, but redeeming himself with an
oral effort upon my pussy.

  This latest try at erotic 'art' was pretty good, even if I say it myself,
although I was not at all keen about uploading it to a buyer/exhibitor site 
at first.  Danny set it all up and left it up to me as to whether or not we 
became porno stars;  he was enthusiastic, but it was a while before I could
reach out to press the  key and send our pics into cyber space for millions  
to view and wank over.

  One evening I found myself at a studio I hadn't been to before,  although
the office indicated that it was both reputable and produced quality photos
for the firm. There was nobody in the office when I arrived a little early,
but I knew from the muffled voices behind a heavy door that somebody was in 
the place. There was a small sliding cover over a glass aperture set in the 
door and I peeped through to see a naked elderly man trying to insert a big
dark cock into the pink, hairless pussy of an equally nude, deeply blushing 
schoolgirl. I came to that latter conclusion due to the various items which
comprised a school uniform lying about the floor where they'd fallen during
undressing. 

  I heard her gasp and saw her grimace as the hefty member slid slowly into
her body while she clawed at his arms with excitement. A grin revealed that
she realized that it was right inside her and an impatient  movement of her
slim hips indicated her desire to get on with things. He responded with the 
slow, steady, strenuous thrusting of his pelvis into her exposed crotch and
slid his glistening dick in and out of the moist young sheath until she was
quivering with excitement. The other man in there, younger and darkly Latin
looking, moved about with a camcorder type of camera to record every moment
and to direct them to ever-changing positions as they fucked.

  Finally she came and he withdrew his cock from her quim to kneel with his
knob against her mouth before she allowed it between her lips to suck at it
until he pulled out and spoofed all over her face and neck. As the man with 
the camera came close she sat grinning uncertainly, semen all over her face
and still trembling in sweaty excitement before heading to a shower with an
older but clearly appreciated lover.

  The dark complexioned man, his name was Franco, came out and greeted me.  

  "You've been peeking," he accused with a wide smile on seeing me blush to 
the roots of my hair. "What do you think? Does it worry you that we do that
too?"

  "No," I gulped.  "My husband talked me in to trying it and I'm a net slut
now, I guess."

  "Where?" 

  I gave him the URL, hardly believing that I was so freely allowing him to
see me in all my immoral glory,  but really not ashamed of what we'd put up
for the world to see. Anyway, if you can't talk porn with a pornographer it
is a sad day, isn't it.  And I had a strong feeling that Franco and I might
be into something mutually beneficial in the near future.
 
  "So what was that session for?" I enquired, pointing towards the studio.

  "Well, I guess you'd describe it as a sort of screen test. Lana's been in
three times before, graduating from straight nude work to displaying crotch
to using a dildo about six months ago.  Since then, most of her girlfriends 
have gone all the way at least once in performing porn, so I s'pose she had
to catch up. It's something students do?"

  "So that's how women work up to it?" I asked him. "One step at a time?" 

  "No, only the college kids take their time over it. Older women have made
up their minds before they arrive here. They're keen to get on with it I've
found."

  He took me to the showers and introduced me to Bob, his business partner,
then Lana, Bob's recent sexual partner, who were both still nude while dry-
ing themselves. I quickly stripped off in front of them all and bathed, did
my long, dark hair in bangs and made up before presenting myself to the men 
with a towel around me and shoes on my feet.

  They photographed me in a series of thong brief and bra sets with matched,
button through sundresses, posing in the dresses then removing them to show
off the brightly coloured undies. I changed in front of them without a hint
of modesty, feeling unabashed as I realized that those blokes were probably
pretty blase about nudity from their long exposure to naked women at work.

  "Franco reckons you've done a bit of amateur porn with your hubby. Put it
up on the net too," said Bob as he he adjusted the lights for the umpteenth
time. "Given any thought to a paying gig?"

  "As a fantasy," I blushed. "My embarrassment threshold's a bit high to be
giving it any real consideration."

  "You looked fairly cool about showing your body, to me anyway," he smiled.
"I reckon you'd be good at it."

  "So what's it pay then?" I asked, thinking how much like a street whore I
sounded at that moment.

  "Minimum five c's, a grand if you're any good at it."                       

  "And who decides that?"

  "We do, him and me. We're always fair, dinkum. Nobody's complained yet."

  "I guess it's as good a recommendation a chick could hope for," I giggled 
self-consciously. "I assume it'll be Franco who'll do the deed."

  Five hundred dollars would make a big difference to our budget, my reason
for accepting their proposition I told myself, although if I was completely 
honest about things I think the idea of having it off with the urbane Frank
really swung the deal. Anyway, Danny wanted me to do it and I was randy and
ready to try adultery with a complete stranger at that point, abandoning an
entire lifetime of conventional morality.
 
  I could feel myself trembling while my heart pounded  with the excitement 
and trepidation at the deed I was about to undertake. Franco reappeared and
my gut ached with anticipation as we went on with the advertizement session
with Bob shooting us both. I slipped off the sundress at his bidding, slung
it over my shoulder and posed with one foot forward.

  "Yeah, great," said Bob, "now show us a nipple or two."

  "Two's the best I can do," I replied facetiously and they chuckled.

  "Now some pink," said Bob. "Look provocative."

  I pulled aside the crotch of the stretch, lace thong briefs to display my
smooth, pink pussy. Franco moved forward to hold the backs of my thighs and
kneel before me as he kissed my quim,  sliding his tongue deeply into me. I
thrust my hips forward and gasped and sighed at the real pleasure his mouth
imparted to my love pouch, jerking at the thrills from his tongue, lips and
teeth titillating my swollen clitty as I clutched his head against my belly.

  Then it was my turn, kneeling to unfasten his flies to produce a mahogany
tanned cock of average size, but was tapered and curved upward. I playfully
licked the taut knob before taking it as deeply as I could manage,  feeling
his short-trimmed pubic hair against my nose as I sucked him with vigour. A
moment later he was massaging my bare tits as he gently thrust his muscular
hips to my eager mouth.

  I shed my dress as I stood and put my right foot on a chair to give Bob a 
better view of my crotch as Franco pulled my pants aside to easily enter me
with his hard, dark tool.

  "Oooooh!" I gasped involuntarily as he filled my love sheath, excited but
aware that I'd crossed a line from which there was no stepping back.

  We parted momentarily to remove our clothes before he lay back on a black
vinyl mat while I squatted over his hips to absorb his vertical cock inside
my hungry pussy as I began to rotate my botton in order to slide his member
in and out. God, it felt incredibly erotic, not so much because of anything 
we were doing, but because of the situation I'd allowed to develop. I had a
real need to show off and behave quite lewdly for the camera as I responded
to his energetic pelvic thrusting, quivering and tingling with the profound
pleasure in my loins, kissing him back with a protruding tongue.

  I was very aware of Bob moving close and then back as he recorded my very
first experience as a genuine harlot, causing me the rather strange thought
that my pussy would soon be a familiar sight to all those masturbating guys
in other countries, but only one here.

  Franco gave the agreed signal and withdrew his prick from me and stood as
I knelt to suck it, quickly having it pulled from my mouth as a pale stream 
of warm semen was shot into my face. You can't imagine how frustrating that
was and how I ached for a dick inside me, but Bob was up to the task, push-
ing me down again and sliding his thick dick into my wet vagina.  He pumped
his hips manfully and I was soon ready to come once more, jolted by repeat-
ed spasms of ecstacy when he shoved his tool deep into my belly to gush his
acceptable seminal tribute.

  We'd been at it for more than three hours with all the changing positions
and stopping and starting,  but it all made a rather attractive documentary 
movie about an ingenuous model who was persuaded to try porn and found that
it was quite fun. They even included the end part with Bob satisfying me, I
don't remember Franco shooting it, but I didn't feel as if I'd been portray-
ed as being as slutty as I felt on the day, just a bit dim. 

  My husband found the disc in the mail and said nothing about it, although
our sex life was suddenly and dramatically  resuscitated from about a month 
after I was taped.  I found out why in bed one night when I saw my image on
our bedroom pornograph, shagging Franco and Bob without any apparent qualms
over my adulterous behaviour. I watched with Dan's dick in my cunt from the
rear, occasionally sliding it in and out slowly, then launching into a wild 
hip-ramming fuck as the credits rolled.

  "I take it you're not too angry then?" I enquired when we eventually came
down. "It seemed too good to pass-up in view of our financial situation."

  "All my dreams have come true," he grinned. "Any chance of me getting any
kind of action in these movies?" 
                                     *

ANNE'S ANAL ADVENTURE

  My name is Anne, I'm wife, mother and a career woman of thirty-five years 
of age and I try, together with my friend Jess, to keep in shape at the gym
and free beaches. We are quite ordinary women, moderately attractive and we
still retain the kinds of conventional morality instilled by a middle class
upbringing at a Catholic school. I am tall, big busted and broad hipped, my
figure being most often described as statuesque and my hair black and long.

  Jess is generally smaller than I, with waist length hair that's presently
red, but of similarly mature shape.  We share all our secrets as we've done
since school and college and have been known to play the odd practical joke
on each other, so when I received a printout seeking 'models' to be videoed
having anal sex for the first time,  I immediately thought it had been sent 
by Jess and reciprocated, with some additions. However, when she eventually
asked me about it I realized that she was innocent. 

  "I rang them up to find out what it was all about," she told me, giggling
quietly. "It's for real. They want women to act in porno movies."

  "I'm sorry, truly. I thought it was you who sent it," I apologized.

  "No need, Annie," she chuckled. "I've had some excellent sexual fantasies
out of this. I really wish I had the courage to go through with it and find
out how it felt."

  "You're kidding!" I gasped.

  "I'm not," she grinned. "I have begun to get this awful feeling that I'll
die wondering about all sorts of things I might have tried. It's not that I
don't love Graham, I do, deeply, but I don't know that I'll ever get out of 
what now feels like an ever deepening rut if we continue like we are."

  "You'd risk it all, marriage, home and kids, for a few minute's thrills?"

  "We could do it without any risk. There's no realistic chance of us being
found out."

  "What do you mean "us"?"

  "Sorry, Annie dear. It's just that you're in my fantasy, as my partner in
crime."

  I blushed deeply at this information and that night had the most arousing
dream about Jess and I being poked in the rectums with big penises while an
associate videoed our salacious behaviour. It was also my favourite fantasy 
to masturbate over during subsequent weeks, making me to desire some sexual
contact with Jess, despite my being completely unsure as to my ability as a
bisexual lover and that the whole concept frightened me witless for several
obvious reasons.

  It was a bit like the alleged mesmeric powers of snakes which won't allow
one to look away or to move as it comes closer to kill. I actually couldn't
think of anything else as the fascination grew and one lunchtime I got away
on my own and rang the phone number that Jess had called.

  "Hello, Frank speaking," answered a pleasantly masculine voice.
  
  "Oh," I gulped, "I'm sorry, I thought Karen was at that number."

  "Well she is normally, but today's school assembly and she's had to go to
see her youngest perform. If it's about auditions I can answer your queries,
anything at all." 

  "I..erm...I..ah. I've forgotten what I was going to ask," I stammered.

  "Come on," he said kindly. "Take a deep breath and think. You sound as if
you're a take charge kind of woman to me, a boss, right?"

  I blushed like a school girl at his patronizing tone, knowing that he was   
right. I needed to pull myself together.

  "Well, what's it all about then?" I enquired quickly.

  "What it says," he chuckled. "We operate a booking service for those whom
enjoy playing in and those who make sexually explicit videos. Most women do 
it only once, just for the experience, so we try to get them to come in and
do it as a completely unrehearsed piece for our very popular initial acting
experience series called "Backdoor Debs". It doesn't pay anything, but it's
a chance to see if you like it enough to do it again later, through us. And
we know if you're suitable for what others want to do."   

  "But surely it's just sex on camera?" I said.

  "There's a bit more to it you'll find, if you do go on. We just provide a
potential actress with the means to try out anonymously. You don't identify  
yourself until you decide to sign on with us."

  "Oh, I didn't realize," I mumbled.

  "More reassuring?"

  "Hmm, yeah. It is." 

  "So, will we see you soon?" he asked.

  "I'm really not too sure. I have to talk to my girlfriend. She wants to."

  "Good idea. You'll find it more fun with two."

  "Okay, thanks," I told him. "See you soon, maybe."

  I'd obviously given Jess a very negative impression when we'd last spoken 
because she told Zara Nevill about her desire to make her porno video debut.  
Prim Zara seemed to me to be a most unlikely candidate to feature on a tape
entitled "Backdoor Debs", but Jess said that she was certain that she would
try it as she'd been thinking about it since someone anonymously sent her a
printout on the matter.  Nevertheless, I had to accept the new situation as
being of my making because of my hesitation.

  As matters transpired I got to make my  debut due to Zara's indisposition 
with a migraine. Jess had a checklist which we started checking off as soon
as we were alone at our homes that morning; cocktail dress, chunky jewelery, 
highheeled shoes and depilated vulvas. The first three were quite easy, but 
we weren't too sure about the requirement for the last and rang Karen for a
bit of advice.  She directed us to enquire at the beauty shop where we were
to go for our makeup that morning. 

  We set of in Jess's car, both excited and afraid of what was in store for
us, having told our employers that we were working out that day. Beautician
Liz got us to undress for a full wax each, leaving me so smooth but feeling
a prickly sensation all over, removing our crotch hairs with some kind of a
gel and leaving just a small, triangular patch on our pubic mounds. We were
almost tempted to have temporary tattoos on our bottoms, but on discovering
that they lasted for a week we thought they might be rather hard to explain 
to our respective spouses. 

  Karen, we found, was the receptioniste, proprietor, photographer and even 
model among her many duties at the agency. Frank was photographer and model
and performed any other job that Karen directed him to do. Colin was a new,
aspiring porn actor who wanted to know whether he could carry it off with a
'woodie' all through a shoot.

  We were shown to a bathroom where we were handed a filled anal douche and
told to "clean out",  Karen's euphemism for an enema or colonic irrigation,
as they say in genteel America. We put on our little dresses, Jess' scarlet   
and mine navy blue sequined with matching shoes,  tottering out on our very
high heels to do what we'd come to do.

  The set looked like an old-fashioned parlour with long, velvet drapes and
masses of flowers in vases. On the leather sofa knelt a very well preserved
blonde lady of forty something with taut, almost spherical, augmented boobs
with a great tan and white bikini marks having her rectum reamed by a thick
dick. She moaned and groaned and gasped and sighed, apparently for real, as
she looked deep into the camera lens.

  She came with a wild cry and leant on her forearms as her generous figure
was jolted repeatedly by huge spasms of pleasure. Eventually she got up and
modestly held her little dress in front of her nude body as she hurried out
of the room.

  "A deb?" enquired Jess and Karen nodded.

  "Absolutely. I hope she comes back. There's a good demand for older women
these days."

  Colin was dressed in shirt and trousers and we stood in exaggerated poses
as he asked how much we liked sex.  We answered him enthusiastically before  
he knelt before me to lift my hem and greedily lick my cunt, stimulating my
clitty until I was more excited than concerned about what I was going to do.
We bared our bosoms and played with our nipples as he ate me, then I leaned
over to suck on Jess' tits as he sucked and licked her smooth lipped pussy.

  We then knelt and unzipped his flies as he stood again, pulling his long,
thick cock from his trousers and eagerly sucking it in turns before licking    
and sucking his big balls into our mouths.  Jess surprised me by lying back
on the pile carpet and sticking her tongue into my vulvar slit before using 
it to press and circle my distended passion pearl. In due course we swapped
over and I didn't find either the taste or concept of tonguing her perfumed
pussy to be anything other than extremely erotic.

  Colin was then nude and Jess had her bra top down and her skirt above her
waist as he stood behind and lifted her left thigh while she guided his big
poker to her puffy, red vulva. With a single shove he buried it to the root 
in her warm, slippery sex sheath before slowly running it in and out of her
alternately clinging and dilating cunt for the cameras.

  "Yow want to try it too?" he asked me, withdrawing his gleaming cock from
Jess. 

  I moved in and he lifted my bent leg as I showed his wet member where I'd
like him to go, feeling him part my vulvar labia before sliding deliciously 
inside to fill my vagina with his throbbing masculinity.  He slid it in and
out several times, thrilling me hugely at my first venture into serious sin.

  "You like that," he murmured. "Let's try it down here then."

  He withdrew his pleasure pole and pushed me gently backwards on to a sofa
before kneeling between my parted  thighs and probing for entree through my 
sexual opening again. 

  "Oooh," I sighed as he slid fully into me and proceded to thrust his hips
at my exposed crotch.

  "That's good too, eh?" he smiled. "Want to try it in the back way?"

  I smiled nervously. 

  "Okay," I breathed tremulously, my face twitching slightly for real.

  He withdrew and pushed his nicely tapered knob against my tight, wrinkled, 
pink rectum, slowly increasing the pressure until my rosebud yielded and my
anus was invaded. 

  "Ooh!" I squeaked, then, as he violated me with a firm thrust upwards and 
inwards, I grimaced and cried out with quite some emotion. "Oooooh! Christ!"

  "Bad?"  enquired Jess who'd been suckling my breasts and fondling Colin's 
balls.

  "Yeah," I agreed. "No, not bad, sort of good really. It surprised me more
than anything, but its fine now; rather nice."

  I gasped repeatedly as he penetrated me further with each thrust, despite
the sensation becoming more enjoyable with time.  In due course he was able
to slide his whole length in and out of my tightly  stretched rear entrance
and I moved my hips to complement his thrusting for our mutual enjoyment.

  Then it was Jess' turn; then entirely nude on replacing me on the seat to
spread her legs and have her rectum impaled on that hefty masculine member, 
groaning and gasping at the invasive,  stretching sensation of penetration.
He lifted her to her feet and we could see his cock deep inside her between
her trim buttocks as she lifted one leg to her waist, the great, glistening
shaft sliding easily in her taut anus.
 
  I'd was then nude, except for my shoes, as he left Jess and approached me 
from my rear and, as I leaned forward to ease his way, anally penetrated me 
again. He thrust his cock up and down as he held my left thigh horizontally,
then half sat at the edge of the table where I had to do all the movement.

  Then, to my great frustration,  it was back to Jess in the same positions 
in which he'd done me.

  "Oooh, I'm going to come," he gurgled.

  Jess and I dropped to our knees, as previously instructed,  to have Colin
suddenly and hugely ejaculate his translucent semen into our upturned faces.
There was so much of his warm,  viscous fluid that I don't believe he could 
have come for a week before that date.

  We hammed it up as we sucked up his love juice from each others' faces to
swallow it with apparent relish. I don't know about Jess, but I felt fairly
aroused at doing that, finding that I needed closure in the form of a great
orgasm.

  "Eat me Jess?" I pleaded and she went down on me without hesitation.
  
  On seeing what was needed and, despite his post coital, male indifference,
Colin was most gentlemanly in going down on Jess to relieve her sexual need.
We sucked and nibbled while Karen and Frank recorded every movement we made
until we came quite dramatically.

  "That was truly great stuff, ladies,"  Karen enthused when she thought we
were again able to take it in. "I'll have no hesitation in recommending you
both to clients if you decide to go on with it."

  I really didn't know whether I would; it had been the most exciting thing
I'd ever done and Jess was keen for more, but I felt reluctant for a reason
that I couldn't put my finger on then.

                                     *
GIRLFRIENDS

  Melissa enjoyed walking along the creeks in the bush near her home.  Even
though she was only twelve years old she'd realized that her climbing steep
slopes and rock-hopping were good for both her health and her shape,  being 
a girl of particularly generous proportions, but not fat.  She was a member 
of a competitive callisthenics club and played both netball and hockey in a
school first team.

  Her best friend was Leigh Donnelly  who was a year older and her opposite 
in almost every way other than her curvaceous, well-upholstered figure. Mel
was blonde, broad-hipped and apparently small busted,  although her breasts 
were really wide, flat cones which covered her whole chest. By contrast her
pal Leigh was Eurasian with big tits which were well separated and swung or
bounced about in the most delectable manner, even when restrained by a bra.
Leigh was also rather slimmer and had the most gorgeous flaring hips from a
tiny waist, her buttocks deliciously rounded and elongated by contrast with
Mel's somewhat squarish posterior.

  One day Mel found a young couple making love on the  water-polished stone
by a creek. They hadn't seen her so she crept through the bushes to a place
where she could see and hear the action in more detail.  They played in the
creek, sliding down the slippery rock channels and flying out over a water-
fall to a deep pool below its lip, kissing and fondling each other until it
was time to relieve the sexual tension once more. 

  As she watched his hot, hard tool sliding rapidly in and out of the other
girl's semishaven twat, Mel became very excited and played with her own, to 
stop herself each time she felt the first tingle of climax in her trembling
loins. The girl was so obviously enraptured by the pleasure she experienced
that Mel was keen to know how it felt, although a bit scared by the stories
she'd heard about the agony one had to endure before the full pleasure of a
good fuck became available.

  They shagged another three times in as many hours, each bout interspersed
with a period of playing in the water and then foreplay before the girl let 
him know that it was time for her to go to go. He reluctantly agreed to her
wish and accompanied her back down to where she wanted to be taken.

  Mel was disappointed to see them go, but on eventually feeling that she'd
found herself quite alone, took off her shoes and paddled in the shallows a
while to discover just how  chilly it  was.  However, it didn't put her off 
altogether and she pulled off her jeans and panties to wade in to her waist  
depth, then back a little to shed her bra and t-shirt to take the plunge in
the nude. The cold took her breath away at first, but on recovery found the
wild ride and fall to be a real thrill and, being a proficient swimmer, had
no fear of the violent torrent.

  She took three rides down the rushing stream imagining the boy behind her 
holding her boobs as he'd done with the other girl, kissing her and feeling
her cunt with a probing finger on emerging as they laughed at their freedom 
to do whatever they liked there without any adult interference. She lay out
in the sun to warm herself and to start ridding herself of the whiteness on
her body from wearing a one piece swimsuit.  The other couple had looked so 
complete in their all-over tan that she'd initially thought them to be dark
skinned, but dispelled on eventually noticing pale crescents in the creases
under their buttocks. 

  'Black people wouldn't have them,' she reasoned.

  The sensation of almost flying down the fast-moving  water was absolutely
brilliant, simultaneous feelings of both sexual and physical thrills, still
imagining herself sharing it with that guy. She tried it several more times
before dressing and walking home to shower and to obviate the likelihood of 
being questioned about wet hair.

  Not being entirely sure as to how she felt about what she'd seen, she was
unable to share it with Leigh until she'd resolved her uncertainty. It felt
so good to play with herself as she replayed the afternoon's  events in her
mind like a video, but she didn't know about the actuality, especially that
first time, of doing it if she found the opportunity. Leigh had expressed a
strong desire to have sex at the earliest chance, but Mel  was reluctant to
be drawn into a situation which she didn't feel ready to cope with yet. 

  On the following weekend she found the same girl, her name was Abby, with
another similarly aged female sunning themselves by the stream. Mel sneaked
into her vantage point and  watched as they played in the water as Abby had
done with the boy, then made love in the sun. Not satisfied with kissing or
sucking each others' boobs, they actually got down with their mouths to the
other's pussies where they licked and sucked to very obviously impart great
pleasure to their friend.

  Mel was even less certain about this turn of events and how she'd cope if
Leigh was to suggest their having sex as a couple. While it horrified her a
lot initially, she found herself visualizing herself in Leigh's arms as she
masturbated in bed, trying to think of a way to cause her friend to make an
overt suggestion of sexual contact between them. 

  On the third weekend Mel found Abby's friends Toni and Danny at the creek 
where they fucked and sucked all day  with great vigour, as well as playing
in the creek. Like Abby he too got down to use his mouth on Toni's trimmed,
dark fringed pussy to cause her enormous sexual excitement before she came.

  Eventually Mel told Leigh what she'd seen in the bush during the previous
few weekends and her friend was more than interested in also taking a look,
but the place was deserted when they walked up on the following weekend for
a peep. They hung around for a couple of hours, but gave it away and walked 
back to Leigh's house to watch TV.   

  It was a fortnight before she got into the bush again,  this time finding
Danny alone as he sunned himself on the smooth rock. She was so embarrassed 
that she just walked past without looking at him,  her face profoundly red.
She went up further to another series of pools and rapids where she got out
of her clothes and hoped that he might follow her to see her playing naked,
but alas, he stayed put and had gone when she wandered back down some hours
later.

  Of course Leigh was appalled that Melissa could  have let the opportunity   
for sexual experimentation to go begging like that.

  "Well I might have if you'd been there,"  Mel explained self-consciously. 
"I prob'ly would have if he'd come up after me too."

  "That's no good, you can't do it that way. You've got to be brave and get
talking to show you're interested, grab your chances in both hands."

  As it happened, Leigh was more talk than substance and turned to water as
she approached the spot where Danny was lying in the sun.  

  "Keep walking, keep going,"  she hissed to Melissa as they passed without 
looking in his direction, faces flushed.

  Further along Leigh undressed and persuaded Mel to do likewise before she   
tried a dip.

  "We'll see if he follows us," grinned Leigh.

  "I thought you said......"

  "I know, I know. I lost my nerve, I'll admit. Anyway we can try out a bit 
of the other stuff first," she responded.

  "What? You mean us?" asked Mel, aghast at the suggestion.

  "You said it made you feel sexy to watch Toni and Abby?"

  "But not us. I never thought about us doing that."

  "But you'd do it with them?"

  Mel nodded self-consciously.

  "Come on then,"  breathed Leigh when she pulled her friend down on to her
towel beside her. "We'll stop if it's no good, okay?"

  Mel looked very doubtful at that proposition, but submitted to Leigh, the
first tender contact between their young lips a real thrill,  enhanced many
times as her friend's hand sought her pussy and diddled her clitty when Mel
parted her big thighs to let her.    

  "Good?' asked Leigh.

  Mel nodded shyly.

  "So you do it to me too, okay?"

  Their lips met again and Leigh's tongue found its way into Mel's mouth as   
her finger thrilled her swollen clitty. Mel returned the favour to feel her
pal's body jerk involuntarily at the pleasure she'd imparted with her digit
around the focus of her senses.  

  "Ooooh, Jesus!" groaned Leigh. "That's bloody gorgeous, Mel."

  "Yeah, it is," the other gasped in reply.

  They took turns at sucking  each other's nipples,  interspersed with deep 
kissing while they continued titillating clitties until the inexorable warm
tingling of erotic pleasure became an overwhelming wave of pure bliss which
repeatedly washed over their convulsing forms as they clung together in the
tight embrace of orgasm.

  "Christ Almighty!" swore Leigh. "I never came like that before."

  "Me neither," agreed Melissa. "It was awesome."

  "Well we don't have to go without our sex fun, now that we know we've got
each other to love."
  
  "We're not lezzos?"

  "No-o," snorted Leigh. "Think about having that guy down there doing what
I just did to you, okay?"

  Mel did that and the idea gave her pleasure.

  "Yeah, I'm not am I?" she smiled shyly. "I'd like that too. Want to try a
pussy too?"  

  "I was thinking of walking back down to where Danny Wilkins is. See if he
wants to. We can always come back here if he's not interested."

  "Do you know him?"

  "He's at high school, year twelve, but he wouldn't know me."

  "I don't know. I want to, but I'm so scared."

  "What about?"

  "Everything really, but mostly being hurt doing it the first time as well
as being seen in the nuddy by a guy and getting a bad name as a slut."
  
  "Wouldn't you rather be a slut than an old maid?" giggled Leigh. "I think
I would."
  
  Mel continued to shilly-shally as Leigh became more impatient.

  "Okay, you stay here and I'll go down and talk to him," she told her pal.

  She got to her feet and wrapped her large beach towel around her to cover
her nudity before taking her cigarette pack and strolling down the creek to
where Dan was lying. Within a minute Melissa had trotted up behind her with
her towel on.

  "Excuse me?" Leigh asked politely. "Do you have a match?  Our lighter got
wet and won't light."

  "Yeah," he smiled amiably, rolling on to his side to display a dark penis
as he rummaged through his back pack to produce his lighter. "Here."  

  He lit their smokes and accepted one in return for his favour  while both  
girls tried not to cough as they inhaled the smoke.  Neither of them smoked 
enough to be unaffected by  the nicotine buzz and felt somewhat lightheaded
after a few draws.

  "I'm Leigh and this is my friend Melissa," she introduced them.

  "Hi," he grinned. "I'm Danny. You go to my school don't you?  I'm certain
I've seen you there."

  "Yeah, I do," she agreed, pleased to be recognized by him.  

  Leigh lay forward and opened her towel before turning  ninety degrees and
doing a sort of caterpillar motion forward again.

  "I'm going in again, want to come?" he told them and wandered down to the  
water to dive expertly into the deep pool.

  Leigh arose and followed along holding her towel modestly in front of her
while Mel, who'd barely arranged herself in the sun, got up too.

  "Go on," Danny urged her before Leigh dropped her towel over a boulder to
pose for him momentarily, then dive neatly into the chilly water. 

  Mel too dropped her covering and let him look for a few seconds until she
executed a perfect somersault dive.

  "Have you been here before?" Danny asked.

  "I've been only once, when there was nobody around," Leigh informed him. 
"But Mel comes every Sunday."
  
  He looked at Mel quickly and saw how red she'd become.

  "Every Sunday eh? When I've been here with others?"

  She didn't respond,  but he knew  from her ever-deepening colour that she
had seen it all.

  "A voyer eh?" he chuckled.

  "What's that?" enquired Leigh.

  "Someone who gets off watching sex instead of doing it," he grinned.
 
  "Oh no, she's not like that at all," said Leigh. "Are you Mel?"

  She shook her head as he put his arm around her and covered one boob with
his other hand,  spreading his fingers before closing them tightly again to
tweak her nipple.

  "So you like sex with guys?" he asked.

  She shook her head mutely.

  "Chicks then?" 

  Mel then shook her head once, then nodded in confusion.

  "What she really means is she hasn't done it yet,  but she and I just did
it with each other. We got the idea from your friends," Leigh explained.

  "Who, Toni and Abby?"

  She nodded.

  "Well, there you go," he laughed easily.  "I didn't know that either knew  
the other that well. I've been had I reckon."

  The girls smiled with him.

  "Now," he said to Mel. "You think you might like to do it with a bloke,"

  She nodded, still blushing.  

  "Sure?"

  Mel nodded again and he slid his fondling  hand down her firm body to put
it over her furry crotch and poke  an agile finger between her moist vulvar
lips,  curl it back to find her clitoris and thrill her when he pressed and
circled the little nub.

  "Ooooh," she moaned.

  "Nice?" he enquired as Leigh came over to caress his stiffening dick.

  Mel nodded eagerly,  emitting a strangling affirmative sound then putting
a hand down to join Leigh's in stroking his veined, upwardly-curved cock.
  
  "Who wants to try it?" he asked them, leaning back and waving his penis.

  Both girls nodded and he tossed a coin. 

  "Heads,"  called Leigh,  but it was tails and Mel appeared to be close to 
tears as she awaited his pleasure.

  "How about you both just try him for size?"  he suggested,  indicating to 
Mel that she should sit in  an eliptical hollow  in a waist high prominence
in a huge boulder while Leigh stood next to her friend.

  He moved closer and touched his prick to her trimmed pussy, now red and a
bit puffy from his titillation,  pushing his broad knob to the slit between
her frilly inner lips and watching it disappear easily inside her sheath.

  "How's that?" he grinned, reaching to finger Leigh's pleasure pouch.

  "Ooooh, ex'lent," she gasped. 

  "I thought you'd be a virgin," he observed.

  "We are," Leigh interrupted. "But we do a lot of sport."

  "Yeah?" he responded without sounding entirely convinced by that.

  "Can I just have a feel too?"  Leigh begged breathlessly, raising her bum
to perch beside Mel with her thighs apart.

  While Mel looked to be a lot less than impressed as he withdrew his penis
from her pussy,  Leigh closed her eyes and held her breath as it approached
her virginal twat and jolted at the thrill of first contact.  He pushed his
hips to hers and his knob popped into her much tighter entrance.

  "Okay?" he enquired.
 
  "Yep!" she exhaled explosively. "Fine."

  He thrust again as she experienced a sharp but mild pain as his hot prick
slid fully within her.

  "I felt something there," he told her.

  "So did I," she responded. "What was left of my maidenhead I s'pose."

  "What do you reckon then?" he wanted to know.  

  "It's nice. I'd like to go all the way now."

  "Not 'til I've had mine," Mel interrupted. "We tossed, remember."

  Leigh watched sadly as he withdrew his slippery prick from her and thrust
it back into Mel's gratefull pussy,  enthusiastically sliding it in and out 
with with an ever increasing  cadence until she was in a frenzy of pleasure
and clawing abandonedly at his straining body.  Her normal reserve had then
evaporated completely as the  whole focus of her being was on the thrusting
cock within her tingling loins.

  It was raw instinct which guided  her movements,  her hefty hips grinding 
and rolling in delight as she strove to get him  deeper inside her than was
possible and her little hands pulling his pumping loins  harder to her own.
She knew that he wasn't very far off coming, hoping fervently that he'd not
ejaculate too soon for her,  then happily surprised to feel  her own climax
building within her lower belly. 

  His wordless sounds of pleasure ended  with a strangled groan as he drove 
his penis into her to the hilt and squirted warm semen deep within her body
to bring on her orgasm too.  She felt herself shaken and jolted by a series
of delightful convulsions  which were quite beyond  her control as she held
his sweaty body tightly.

  "You can't say you didn't get a kick out of that,"  Leigh grinned at her
when Danny's limp dick slid out of her sloppy twat.

  "It was excellent," she responded confidently. "It was so-oo cool."

  "So you'd do it again?" he enquired.

  "Anytime," she smiled.

  "Yeah, it's a great way to spend the time,"  he laughed lightly. "All the
chicks tell me that."

  "But you've never had two to look after you before,"  grinned Leigh.  "At
the same time, I mean."  

  "No," he agreed, then went on.  "You both seem pretty keen. Were you down 
here looking for me?"

  "Yep, we were,"  admitted Leigh,  "but we'd have done it with any guy who
was interested. We were hanging out for it to be honest."

  As she spoke she'd moved close to him to stroke his prick, being rewarded
as it slowly began to rise to erection.

  "C'mon, lie down and I'll eat you," he told her.

  They arranged themselves in a daisy chain,  Leigh at the top on her back,
Dan on his side  with his mouth to her crotch and  Mel learning to suck his
dick and balls.  The sensation of simultaneously loving two girls was quite 
voluptuous as both  were completely uninhibited with him by then,  happy to
try any intimacy he might suggest.

  "You shave your muffs down," he observed, from their shape and size.

  "Yeah," Leigh sighed.  "We need to in competition, to stop our pubic hair
from sticking out the sides of our leotards."

  He proceeded to press and lick her clitty until her bucking, rolling hips
indicated  her readiness for penetration.  He was fully erect in Mel's busy
mouth, pulling away from  her to crawl forward over her and slide his penis
inside her warm sheath with her manual guidance.

  "Oooh Christ, that's just too gorgeous,"  she gasped, clamping her strong
vaginal muscles on to his throbbing knob to pleasurably thrill him.

  He wasn't hanging about and rammed  his pelvis to her exposed crotch with
gusto,  raising her into a sensual fever with his sweating  body intimately 
pressing down upon hers.  Mel moved up beside her and grazed on a nipple as
Dan nipped and tweaked the other,  rising to his knees and lifting her feet
to his shoulders  while banging away even harder at her erotically tingling
twat. Her lovely boobs were so firm that they didn't flatten out at all, as
she screwed, but jolted and quivered deliciously with every pounding thrust
against her rear parts.

  She couldn't quite believe that anything  would feel so good as he pumped 
his bottom faster and faster as orgasm inexorably approached for them both.
He couldn't believe how strong they were and how easily they'd accepted the
idea of fucking for fun.  Other chicks had been pretty coy and modest until
at least their third assignation  and none of them  had come to climax on a 
first fuck either.
 
  Mel knew intuitively that Leigh was going to come at any second,  the two
of them in a mad gallop of sex,  so she slid down to cup Danny's scrotum in
her small hand and gently manipulate  it until he involuntarily went rigid, 
groaning  without restraint as he squirted  just the smallest drop of semen
into her womb. 

  She too went stiff as she climaxed, her legs tightening around his sweat-
glistening torso and making him grunt while they delighted in repeated hot
spasms of delight.

  "Shit, I love you guys," Leigh eventually told them in a bashful whisper.
"That's the very best I've ever felt. I hope we can do it again."

  And they did, on that day and for several years thereafter.

                                    *                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   
OZZIE

  My big day was just a month short of my thirteenth birthday on our family
picnic in the bush outside the city with cousin Diane,  a year younger than 
I, but developing nicely into a seriously shaggable teenager. She'd come on 
the day out expecting another of our cousins, Paul, to be alone and perhaps
available to her.  However, he'd brought his current belle and Di was a bit 
put out at first, then transferred her attention to me when I sloped off to 
escape from the adults,  particularly the aunties who insisted on endlessly 
hugging and kissing me.

  There was a beautiful, secluded spot by a stream that only I knew, a high
waterfall, a deep pool and crayfish in there for the patient, so I took her
down there without really expecting anything to happen. I mean, she'd a yen 
for Paul who was fifteen, self-confident and spunky to girls; his voice had 
fully broken and he  was totally cool, so I had no serious hope of anything 
other than conversation.

  Di did all the talking, chattering away about everything and nothing. 

  "Jeez it's hot today, I think I might go in," she told me, jumping to her 
feet and walking up the bank to a huge deadfall tree-trunk. "Now no looking 
while I get changed."  

  Her toenails were painted  red under the runners and sox she'd worn and I 
found that quite horn-raising before her bibbed jeans and cotton-tails fell 
to her ankles.

  "No looking,"  she cautioned again, dropping her bra and t-shirt,  before 
apparently standing as if she was waiting for something to happen.                                                                                                                    

  My naivety knew no bounds back then, so I sat there without moving.

  "I hope you're not up to any funny business, are you?" she enquired of me, 
still apparently standing naked behind the log.

  "No, I'm not," I told her.

  "Oh, alright then," she sighed, sounding somewhat disappointed for reason 
I couldn't fathom at all.

  Eventually she got her bikini on,  a really high-cut brief and scanty bra 
in dayglow orange I noted as she returned to where I reclined on the grass.

  "What d'you think?" she asked, posing momentarily. 

  I gulped nervously, then nodded. 

  "What's that mean?"

  "Nice," I gurgled like someone gargling gravel.

  She dived in at the deep part of the pool, squealing at the chill, before 
emerging to sit on the stone as I rolled on to my front to sun my back. She 
came and sat on my bottom to wring the water from her auburn ponytail on to 
my shoulders.

  "Oh look," she giggled, pulling at the fine black hairs that had recently 
appeared in my armpits. "They're as thick as mine. Look."

  I rolled over to look, although I'd already checked them out, and, as she 
lifted her arms her loosely  fastened bra fell off to let me view a pair of 
lovely, pale white titties which were rather bigger than I'd have expected.

  "Oops," she chuckled, replacing her top without seeming to hurry over it. 
"So you've got hair down below too?"

  I nodded  uncomfortably,  afraid of what she would think if I volunteered 
anything. I didn't want her to think I was a perv.

  "Yeah, I've got lots now.  I had to shave a lot off to wear this bikini," 
she told me, her hand pressed to her pubic mound.

  She took her sun screen cream  out of her bag and put some on her lightly 
tanned arms and shoulders before stretching forward to lie on her towel 
and untie her bikini straps.

  "Can you put some on my back?" she asked me matter-of-factly.

  I complied  shyly as she rolled over and tucked her bikini brief until it 
covered very little of her gorgeous  buttocks,  encouraging me to rub cream 
into areas that had obviously not seen the light of day before, then turned 
over to bare her pale titties to me again. 

  "Now that you've seen, it doesn't make sense to hide them. Go on, give us
a good rub."

  She showed me how to squeeze her breasts, allowing  my slippery thumb and 
forefinger slide up both sides of her nipples with  an increasing  pressure 
until they slip off the end. 

  'Oh God!' I thought. 'I'm actually doing it. I'm really feeling a pair of 
tits.'

  "Have you seen a girl in the nikky?"

  I shook my head,  not willing to own up about the day Livio Perrone and I
found the door to the service space between the boys and girls locker rooms 
open, spending the rest of the day inside  peering through a pinhole in the 
door on the female side made by guys of the departmental maintenance staff. 
We saw half of the boobs and pubes around the school, but both of us had an 
unbelievably red eye each for a week after. 

  "Do you like doing that?" she asked.

  I nodded energetically.

  "Yeah, I like you doing it too."

  I rubbed the oily cream into her rounded tummy and her thighs  before she 
suggested that she put some on me too, so I agreed  immediately, happier to
let her take the initiative in whatever might happen. She quickly coated my 
back and rear of my legs before asking me to turn over work on my shoulders, 
chest and tummy, then legs. 

  "Look Ozzie," she whispered excitedly, pressing gently at the front of my 
boxer-style bathers. "I've given you a stiffy. Can I feel it?"

  I shyly nodded  my agreement to that wonderful suggestion as she slid her 
small hand beneath my waist band to grasp my throbbing, thrilling penis and 
squeeze it gingerly.

  "Christ it's really hard Oz," she breathed in hotly awe. "Let's get these 
off so I can rub."

  She untied my waist-cord and eased my bathers down off my hips to bare my 
moustachioed penis and grasp it once again, gently stroking and fondling it 
until I feared that I'd come in her hand.

  "What's wrong Ozzie?" she enquired on noticing my apparent discomfort, so 
I told her, having  nothing to lose by then. "Oh I would really like to see 
that."

  She rubbed slowly and softly until my hips began a thrusting of their own 
volition and breathing became rather uneven with pleasure.  Suddenly I felt 
overcome by the most intensely voluptuous sensation and,  instead of merely 
dribbling from the eye of my penis as it normally did, my semen flew a good 
twenty centimetres straight up and landed back on my tummy.

  "That's the stuff which makes the babies," she observed while probing and 
pulling at the puddle of creamy, viscous fluid in my navel.  "They say it's 
good for stopping zits if you swallow it."

  She looked at me for some confirmation, but I just shrugged, never having 
heard the particular gem of general knowledge. Leaning forward to lower her 
face to my belly, she stuck out her tongue and tasted the semen.

  "It tastes a bit like mushrooms," she grinned self-consciously, then bent 
over me again to purse her lips and slurp the rest up.  "Did you think that 
was really gross."

  I shook my head with a smile and she kissed me on the closed mouth before 
insinuating her tongue between my lips to probe and explore inside. It felt
a bit disconcerting initially, but became a sensation of delicious intimacy 
as she pressed her hard boobs to my chest and caressed my body  with gentle 
hands until my cock rose to erection again.

  "Does just as  much spunk come out every time you spoof?" she demanded to 
know  and I explained that it takes a day for it to build up to that amount 
again.

  "So how much would come out right now?"  

  "Almost nothing," I answered and she thought about it for a moment. "Come
on, have a swim."

  She got up and dropped the lower half of her bikini to display a severely 
trimmed muff, not much more than a triangle of bristles on her narrow pubic 
mound, with a hairless vulva.  I shed my boxer-shorts and followed her into 
the water.

  "Have you had sex?" she gasped after swimming across the pool and back.

  I shook my head with a deep blush.

  "Me neither," she told me quietly. "Do you want to?"

  "With you?"

  "No, I mean is it something you want to do?"

  "Yeah."

  "Me too,"  she said wistfully.  "I've been thinking about doing it, but I 
wanted  someone with experience who could show me how to do it.  I've got a 
rough idea, but I wish I knew much more."

  My heart fell. I thought I was in, like Flynn, for a moment there.

  "I suppose we could try it out,  you know,  just see what it's like. What 
d'you reckon?"

  "Okay," I nodded enthusiastically.

  We climbed out of the chilly water and dried off before spreading our big
towels together on the grass.  She was pleased to see that my horn had been 
unaffected by the cold and stroked it again as we kissed.

  "D'you want to suck my boobs?"

  I lowered my mouth to her little titties,  more than half of their size a
shiny pink and stretched like my knob, sucking and licking until I felt her 
trembling body stiffen and shudder warmly several times.

  "You made me come too," she panted into my ear.

  She indicated her readiness for penetration then and I became momentarily 
responsible. "I haven't got a frenchie," I told her.

  "I've got a whole box full," she told me, "but we won't need them because 
my period starts tomorrow."

  She showed me all her condoms before smearing KY on her vulva and my knob, 
causing me to jump pleasurably at her slippery touch.

  "Come on,"  she said with a brief kiss before lying back with her slender
legs widely spread for me. "I can't wait any more."   

  I knelt between her opened thighs and lowered myself over her,  not on to 
her,  feeling her guide my penis to her virginal vulva  and contact made as 
she rubbed our slippery parts together.

  "No pushing 'til I say, okay?" she ordered. "Okay now, just a bit."

  I bore down and forward  with my hips to feel my knob  penetrate her only
slightly as a short cry escaped her lips.

  "Are you okay?" I asked.

  "Yeah," she gasped.  "It hurt a little bit, but not too bad. Okay, again, 
but very slowly."

  The entrance to her vagina  felt  rather like an  elastic band around the 
neck of my circumcised  penis until I bore down once  more to feel my glans 
restrained momentarily,  then slide into her as something yielded and Diane 
groaned  uncomfortably.  With several careful thrusts I could go no further 
and her hand was rummaging around at our point of union.

  "You're right inside me Ozzie," she told me with a happy hug. "Now see if 
you can slide it in and out of me."

  Balancing on knees and elbows as I held her shoulders, I withdrew a short 
distance slowly before pushing back in, then with withdrawals of increasing 
length I started to thrust more easily each time until we were banging away 
as if we'd been at it for ever.

  "Ooooh Ozzie," she enthused breathlessly. "It's so-o absolutely excellent. 
It doesn't hurt at all now, but please don't come 'til I'm ready too, okay?
Please, please, please?'

  She reciprocated energetically as I thrust my hips to her with increasing 
urgency while I tried not to come before her, but it was no use as I felt 
the burgeoning warm tingling sensation in my balls spread through my whole 
being until I could hold it no longer and my body stiffened and convulsed 
in undiluted bliss. This triggered Di's climax and her rigid, spasmodic 
form locked tightly with mine in the ecstatic rigor of orgasm for some time 
before we cooled and our senses fully returned.

  "Oh Ozzie," she told me sincerely. "You really are the coolest guy for my 
cousin.  I really do love you and I'll never ever forget what we did today,
I promise." 

  We had a second go with equal success and, over the years we've been more 
than just kissing cousins, despite our marrying other partners. She happily 
introduced me to female friends and acquaintances who sought defloration or 
just a bit of love, my wife being one, while I was able to get her guys for 
love and nooky. We got into swinging with our spouses and Diane and my wife 
maintain their own same-sex relationship that extends no further than them.

  The love she expressed for me after our first nooky was real and I got to 
feel the same way in time, but neither of us really loving the other to the 
exclusion of others.
                     
                                     *
CAROL & HEATHER

  We had met Heather and Bill at the free beach near our place about a year
before we got to swinging with them. All four of us were aged in our latter
twenties after four and five years of marriage,  but none had yet seriously
contemplated starting a family. We had found the taste for nude bathing and 
sunning on an overseas trip and were pleasantly surprised to find a pretty, 
secluded beach only a short walk from  our new apartment on returning home. 
Our own circle were much too conventional to be seen naked in public, so it 
was so good to find somebody from  our block who were into nudism, jogging, 
snorkeling and occasionally hiking in the hills.

  Once a week we'd dine out at one of several restaurants,  have a drink or 
two and stroll home.  One night, during a power blackout, we got home early 
and Bill suggested that we go to their apartment for drinks. Once in we all 
seemed to relax a little more than one does in public.  Heather was telling 
me that Bill fantasised over her having sex with some other bloke or chick, 
making me feel a bit uncomfortable at her intimate  revelation because Mick 
had once told me the same thing.  I really didn't want the  conversation to 
develop to the point where my private sexual fantasies were being discussed, 
although I was fascinated by those of others.  The idea of making love with 
another woman  had always seemed abhorent to me, although since  having met 
Heather I was very much less certain about it which was  more than a little 
disconcerting, particularly sitting there in soft, sexy candlelight with my 
inhibitions evaporating with my wine intake.

  "Carol seriously likes the idea of having a couple of blokes screwing her 
simultaneously," Mick was telling Bill.

  "Well thanks for telling the world, dear,"  I remonstrated with him.  "It
was originally your idea, as I recall."

  "Yeah," he agreed. "It gets you horny thinking about it doesn't it?"

  "I introduced the concept to Heather too," Bill interrupted. "It has that 
effect on her too."

  Heather nodded,  her face flushed with excitement.  "But only a fantasy," 
she said quietly. "I can't see myself actually doing it, can you?"

  I knew that Mick would have a serious  erection on  by then  and surmised 
that Bill would be in a similar condition. 

  "If the circumstances were right," I told her before I could stop myself, 
saying what I thought rather than what I meant to say.

  "Would you?" asked Heather looking surprised.

  "Well....." I hesitated.

  "I'm game," chuckled Bill. 

  "Me too," grinned Mick.

  They looked at Heather who looked at me for guidance.

  "I didn't mean tonight, particularly," I said lamely.

  "It's as good a time as any," said Mick.

  "Heather's not comfortable with things,"  I pointed out. "So it's not, is 
it?"

  "No, I didn't mean I didn't want to,"  she explained. "I was just so very
surprised at your being so cool about that kind of thing."

  "I'm not so cool actually, I'm in a state of extreme excitement. I didn't 
really mean to say that, I was thinking out loud I suppose.  Having let the 
cat out of the bag I s'pose I'll just have to live with it now."

  "Yeah," Heather responded thoughtfully. "I am glad you said it though. We 
all know where we stand now. Billy's had a thing for your body since we met 
and Mick seems to be keen on the idea of a little naughty nooky doesn't he?"

  "We wouldn't have to twist his arm," I agreed.

  "So, what'll we do?" asked Bill.  

  "You just sit and watch as we put on one of your fantasies," Heather told 
him with authority. "You're not to move 'til we say so or we'll stop, okay?"

  I wasn't at all certain about  what she had in mind,  but went along with 
whatever she wanted. She stood to unfasten her dress and allowed it drop to 
the carpet to reveal that she wore only shoes with it.  I followed her lead 
before we embraced  warmly, the touch of naked femininity  pressing closely 
against me was a voluptuous sensation  that both thrilled and disturbed me. 
We kissed, gently at first, but as her tongue probed between my lips I knew 
I would have to go to wheresoever she led me  and reciprocated salaciously, 
fondling her firm tits and hard nipples as she was doing to me. Holding the 
other's  buttocks we thrust our dewy crotches against hard thigh  muscle to 
mash tit to tit and grind them flat together as we sighed and gasped at the 
pleasure we generated in our excitedly trembling bodies.   

  She drew  me down on to the lambskin rug and reversed her position to put 
her face to my crotch while lying on me. She strained to lick at my clitty, 
but I couldn't get tongue or lip anywhere near her snatch, using my fingers 
and folded  hand to screw her juicy pussy  until she pulled away from me to 
slide down and eat my pussy from the lower front. It was truly wonderful; I 
mean Mick had  become expert at giving  me fantastic oral sex, but this was 
truly the very pinnacle of sensuality. I don't know whether it was just the 
novelty  of the situation or the  wickedness I was feeling at doing it with 
another woman,  but I was transported.  My hips moved entirely of their own 
volition as her tongue alternated between pressing and circling my clitoris 
before delving deep into my vagina; teeth and lips gently pulling at my joy 
pearl and her hands massaging my flexing buttocks. Within a few minutes I'd 
completely lost control of my senses as I lay writhing and trembling at the 
pleasure imparted by her tongue,  finally becoming rigid as mighty gusts of 
pure ecstacy racked my delirious form. 

  She slid up  beside me again and we kissed and fondled each other's boobs 
as I came down,  fully aware that Bill and Mick had shed  their clothes and 
were leaning forward on the settee to  watch us as they stroked their erect 
dicks.  

  "Stay there,"  I whispered to  Heather as I pulled  away from her embrace 
and moved  between her slim thighs to poke my tongue in her cologne scented 
curls above her pouty cunt, then into the slit to find her clitty.

  "Ooooh!" she moaned withot restraint. "That's just too gorgeous!"

  I found her taste quite a turn on as I titillated and nibbled at her clit 
then poked my rotating  tongue as deep as I could get it into her sheath as 
she lifted and ground her hips against my face until she cried out and went 
taut as she jerked wildly with climax. I returned to her embrace and kissed 
and sucked her tits as she did with me.

  "The boys seem to need some attention too," she grinned before getting to 
her knees and shuffling over between Mick's thighs to take his swollen knob 
into her mouth.

  Bill gave me a pleading look so I too walked to him on my knees to put my 
faceinto his lap and his cock in my mouth. As he massaged my boobs I nodded 
and circled my head to take him deep into  my throat and to press his shaft 
with my lips and tongue.

  "Oh shit!"  he groaned and I felt him stiffen and gush warm semen into my 
mouth.

  Mick was right there too, squirting his creamy love-fluids into Heather's 
welcoming throat before she sucked him dry.   

  "Wouldn't you rather have had all that delicious spunk squirted into your 
pussy?" Bill asked his wife.

  "A trade-off," she smiled sweetly. "Next time you'll last longer than you 
just did."

  Heather was interested in how we felt about what we'd done;  any jealousy 
or other negatives arising from  our having shared sex,  but it seemed that 
everyone was cool.  In fact it had been entirely positive for everybody and 
that we were looking forward to going the rest of the way to group sex.

  "How shall we do this?" she asked.  

  "What d'you have in mind?" enquired Bill.

  "I thought we'd spoken about we females taking on two cocks at once," she 
said quietly.

  "You're serious?"

  "Yes, aren't we Carol?"

  I coloured deeply, but managed to nod my agreement. I might never get the
opportunity again, I thought, although I could hardly believe I was sitting 
there agreeing to be sandwich-fucked.  If it ever occurred,  I'd considered 
that it would probably follow some period of a swinging relationship, not a 
first night effort.

  "So who'll be the first?"  Bill asked as she and I quickly indicated each 
other.

  "Nobody if your dicks look like that," she giggled to save embarrassment.

  "I'll toss a coin," said Mick.

  "Tails," I called.

  "Tails it is," he said, showing me the coin. "Your choice."

  I looked at her, looking no more enthusiastic about being first than I.

  "I'll go first," I told them tremulously, my poor gut aching in trembling
trepidation at the prospect of a double invagination.

  Heather suggested an oral daisy chain to get their semi-tumescent penises 
back into shape for sexual intercourse, we women lay on our sides and faced 
outwards with our upper legs raised and backs arched, the guys then burying 
their faces in our perfumed pussies to lick and suck. Mick's familiar penis 
jumped excitedly as I slowly got it to harden with  my eager ministrations, 
luxuriating at Bill's busy tongue expertly building my desire for sex. 

  "All change!" cried Heather and we all reversed our positions.

  Bill's penis was stone solid by then, very thick and having a bright red,
flattish, short knob. I just couldn't wait any longer as any qualms I'd had 
were gone and I really needed a good, hard rogering.

  "Want to swap?" asked Heather. "I'm ready now."

  My answer  was to  move astride Bill's hips and lower my furry love pouch
over his hefty tool, making it disappear from sight.  Heather left the room 
momentarily,  returning with a tube of KY to smear over Mick's swollen cock 
and my little pink rosebud, before he moved behind me to probe at my rectum 
with his unctuous glans and make us both jump at the thrill of contact. 

  "Ready darling?" he breathed.

  I nodded as I felt the pressure against  my tight rear entrance becomming 
stronger until his knob popped inside me and  my sphincter tightened on the 
neck of his dick. He pushed again and again, withdrawing slightly each time 
until my anus was full of him, then thrust with increasingly longer strokes 
until he was able to slide his full length in and out of my stretching back 
passage. Bill began to thrust his hips upward, but they couldn't coordinate 
their movements and I called a halt to proceedings.

  "Okay, slowly out, almost out, now in,  now out, now in,"  I called until 
they'd got their act together and their ins and outs were then more or less 
simultaneous and I found  myself enjoying the sexual attentions of two very 
attractive men at the same time. It was pure bliss.

  Heather could wait no longer and  came over to kneel above  her husband's 
face as she kissed me and then Mick while pinching my swollen brown nipples 

between her thumbs and fingers.  Her gasps told me that Bill's mouth was at 
her twat as Mick was gently biting her distended red cones. The carnal lust 
was palpable as we worked ourselves in to a furious sexual gallop with hot,
slapping  flesh, moans, groans, gasps, sighs, cries and the wet, indelicate 
sounds of coupled cunts and cocks.
  
"Ooooooh, fuck me!" groaned Mick as he discharged a woefully small offering 
into my bowel as the blissful paralysis of sexual release hit him hard with 
a series of ecstatic spasms. Bill and I came only a moment later, clutching 
at each other desperately as erotic thrills repeatedly convulsed our sweat-
glistening bodies.
  
  Heather had fetched  more drinks and, after we'd all showered, sat around 
sipping and discussing what had just occurred. Again the consensus was that 
it had been a great thing while I had no feeling of reservation over having 
been so blatantly eager to avail myself of two willing penises. In fact the 
contrary was true, enjoying having been the focus of two mens' basic sexual 
desires caused me a degree of pride in myself, while I was sure then that I 
could  participate in some of the more exotic extramarital activities which
Mick had been fantasising over for some time. 

  We talked over a few  of the more interesting  group sexual scenarios and 
watched a hot orgy video until the blokes were ready for action again. They 
tried it with Heather facing forward, but found it too hard for her to move 
her hips sufficiently to let them slide their tools a satisfactory distance 
in either of her orifices, then reverting to our earlier position. 

  Heather got her satisfaction with even more noise than I did, they really 
whooped it up in shagging her to the point of passing out, the guys genteel
in carrying her to the shower when they'd finished.  We stayed the night in 
their huge waterbed;  I vaguely remember being penetrated a couple of times 
in the dark hours, but none of us was in the same position in which we went 
to bed.  Heather was to my back cupping my firm boobs, her nipples sticking 
into my back like warm pebbles, kissing my neck and shoulders. 
                                                                                                                  
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