WARNING, SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL! ADULTS ONLY! DAGS 1 (or how I discovered that the same adulterous fornication that we're warned about in church is actually the source of great joy to many and how I met Jack and others destined to become lifelong friends) by Ozman (c) 2001 My name is Daryl Vance, but I was nicknamed 'Dags' by my fishing mate and mentor, Jack. We met when I was about nine and he was around seventy years old, at the time of life when my Gran first relaxed her grip on my comings and goings. That year she permitted me to catch the school bus instead of driving me the fifty clicks there and let me begin to explore my environs. Somebody, she didn't say exactly who, but I gathered that it was her former husband whom I'd never met, gave me a fishing rod for my birthday and I was permitted to go to the nearby tidal creek to try it. I enjoyed angling, although I caught only a few 'happy moments' during my first few forays, discovering by painful experience why the little fish had been so named, but looked forward to landing a 'real' fish. My luck changed the day I walked along the cleared area behind the mangroves to seek a new fishing spot. On finding a substantial ring-lock fence I used it to balance myself as I gingerly made my way to the outer edge of the mangrove trees to find a decent, horizontal branch to perch upon. Half an hour later I hooked something good, I thought, and played it for a while until it went in under the aerial roots of the mangroves and I couldn't shift him. "Stuck?" asked a voice speaking in what I came to know as Jack's somewhat economical speaking style. I merely nodded, painfully shy and embarrassed at being seen to be unable to solve my problem. "Wait," said Jack, then, after five minutes or so, "put your rod's tip in the water and wind hard." I complied and felt the fish move slightly before making a sudden run to open water, stripping my reel of line as it went, but leaving enough to let me begin retrieving again, lift and wind, lift and wind, according to the old guy's instructions. He said nothing for several minutes as I struggled with the fish, then reappeared in his 'tinny', an aluminium dinghy with an outboard motor and told me to hop in. For forty minutes the huge fish towed us about the tidal lagoon until it tired and Jack gaffed and dragged my big, beautiful, silver barramundi aboard. He showed me how to gut and gill a fish before we stowed it in his fridge while we had a coffee, then went out in the boat again to retrieve his crab traps. He rebaited one with the offal from my barramundi and gave me a good sized mangrove crab in return. When we returned to his pontoon wharf it was late afternoon and he showed me how to get over his fence more easily before I struggled homeward, a two kilometre walk, uphill all the way, with my fishing gear and fish and crab. Gran was most impressed with my catch and I let her think I'd caught it and the crab alone, she didn't ask anyway, thinking it best to keep Jack's name out of things. As matters transpired, it was exactly the right decision. Jack wasn't always at home, disappearing for a week or so at a time, but permitted me to use the wharf to fish from and taught me how to operate his several tinnies; motors, rowing two-oared and single-oar sculling over the stern. One morning I decided I'd walk to the point beyond Jack's house and see what was at the entrance to the lagoon, discovering the narrow channel through the sand bar and a naked couple wading across carrying picnic gear. I couldn't believe that sane people would actually risk the eternal fires of damnation by getting about like that, after what I'd heard from Gran and at church, although I had great difficulty in keeping my eyes off the woman who was entirely smooth, firm and shapely. She had ginger-blonde hair, even down below, freckles and was the same golden-brown all over her body, while her boyfriend was darkly tanned, almost simian in hairiness, a paunch and a huge, black dick with a knob the size, shape and colour of a Jewel plum. I was a bit put out at finding that Jack often went across there to fish on the point with a couple of big beach rods in holders. He eventually took me with him and I was appalled when he got his gear off to go swimming, but came to accept it in time. I was in the very early stages of puberty and my embarrassment threshold, both physically and conceptually, was as low as it was possible to go so there was no question of my ever swimming or sunning naked. To compound my problem there were two girls a few years older than I who came along the beach from the town end to see what we caught. They took a shine to Jack as he had to them, often giving them a nice fish each as we mostly released our catch except for the good-eating species we'd take home, although earlier on I'd heard them comparing Jack's not insubstantial penis with that of a horse they'd seen. I was a bit offended at their joking and told Jack in time, but he seemed tickled pink at the comparison. "I'll have to keep my guard up with those two," he chuckled. "I'd reckon they'll both have an appetite for a spot of rumpy-pumpy before too long and a bloke could find himself on the inside looking out, if he was to shag 'em before the age of sixteen." Their names were Steffanie Kuhl and Barbara Polanski, the latter known by her Polish pet name of Basia. I blushed when this was said and both chicks looked heavenward because in our schoolyard there's a giant native fig tree with buttressed roots and a place where two smaller roots have crossed and grown together as one. The resultant shape is that of a vulva and now known universally as 'Basher Planski's Cunt', although when I was informed I just couldn't believe that anyone named Basher Planski would be likely to posess female genitalia. "What's the joke?" asked Jack on seeing the various reactions. Stevie, as Basia called her, told him of the tree and the vulva shape and its naming due to her once having told the class of her intention to become a nun. "Dear oh dear," chuckled Jack. "A bad business, that. You need to be dead careful about confiding stuff to people, I've found." "Yeah, I know that now," blushed Basia. "I used to believe that nuns were widely admired, not the subject of schoolyard sex jokes." "And now?" "And now I know so much better, 'specially about nuns after I complained about Father Bernie touching me up," Basia told him quietly. "Well don't you feel guilty, my dear girl," Jack told her. "Mongrels like him need horsewhipping." By a strange coincidence, I think, a few days later Padre Bernie suffered black eyes, bruised nose and mouth as well as badly corked thighs which had him wheelchair-bound for several days after. I'd never asked Jack about the matter, he didn't volunteer any information on it and apparently the police weren't involved either. Soon after that both girls lightened their hair from auburn to blonde and Stevie suddenly blossomed, followed six months later in equally spectacular fashion by Basia. They began wearing brief bikinis which displayed so much more of their new, rounder adolescent forms and I wished I could see behind the dune where they sunned themselves as they were always retying their bra strings as they came back down to the water's edge. They had both developed melon-like tits which were all but bare, except for the triangles of fabric covering little more than their nipples, until Jack brought them something from the city following one of his regular trips down there. They took their packages up behind their sand dunes and were gone for an hour or more, eventually reappearing with their towels wrapped around their bodies, dropping them to reveal their new 'thong' monokinis and sprint into the sea with their hands covering their breasts. Another hour passed before they emerged from the ocean and came over to seek Jack's approval for their new g-strings and bare-breasted look. I felt my 'Boris-the-Beast' rising to erection inside my shorts at the sight of them. I should mention here that, like many males, I've named my penis. Because he seems to have a mind of his own and delights in publicly humiliating me by becoming erect at the most inappropriate times, I thought that humourous pet names like 'Percy' or 'Harry Hampton' weren't quite adequate to reflect my feelings towards that particular appendage. I mean, what is so seriously horn-raising about any fifty-kilometre trip through boring bush, but every day I arrived at school with my bag carried in front of me at crotch level and each Sunday I had to walk cross-legged into church. Jack was very good at changing the subject and easing the tension at hard moments like that, telling one of his ridiculous jokes and relaxing people with a good laugh. "You're probably not going to believe this," he said, "but my impressions of 'Elvis the King' are so accurate that most people can't believe it's not actually him." "Crap!" said the ever perceptive Stevie. "Show us?" asked Basia. He lay on his back on the sand, crossed his hands on his chest and closed his eyes. "Ooooh gross!" cried Stevie who was smarter than most. "Yuck!" Basia looked mystified. "Elvis Presley is dead and buried, you goose!" laughed Stevie, then Basia and I laughed too. We saw little of them during the school vacation as they had associated themselves with a group of kids whose families owned holiday homes in town. After the break they always appeared to be with Tommy Doran, a leading nerd, I was told, at the district high school. As time went by I grew to like him while he and Jack discussed all kinds of esoteric stuff, making me reassess my view of Jack as a simple, beachcombing derelict, to that of an extremely well read derro. The chicks, it seemed, had quite happily shed their virtue in favour of a more varied love-life with the group of city kids, both boys and girls, but only Tom was then available to them when the rest went home. Stevie indicated clearly to Jack that she'd love to accommodate his giant schlong, it was twenty centimetres on the slack, but he'd made it chrystal clear to her that he'd never break the laws dealing with the age of consent under any circumstances. "But that only applies to virgins, doesn't it?" she asked disingenuously. "Good try," he growled. "Fail!" * Julia Dellar had been teaching at the local high school for almost a full semester when she arrived at the uncomfortable realization that one of her eleventh grade youths had a deep crush on her. As it hadn't happened before in her five years of teaching science, that she was aware of anyway, it was disconcerting due to her memory of similar desires she'd once harboured for an English teacher around thirty years her senior. She'd masturbated daily, even more often when she could, over fantasies of his making love with her, enraptured by her plump adolescent body. At twenty-eight she was still virginal, shy and socially inept due to her seeing herself as less than attractive because of her shortish stature and small bosom, although the reality was that she looked much younger than she was and her rather nicely curved figure could have done with a little more exposure than her 'sensible' wardrobe allowed. Her youthful admirer, Thomas Doran, was the male counterpart to herself, although he was tall and somewhat angular in looks and shared her interest in the aquatic area of the natural science, spending a lot of time catching native freshwater fishes for his many aquaria. He was her best student and eventually overcame his shyness enough to invite her to view his large fish collection. She was impressed by the well maintained room with rows of lit tanks and in due course found herself accompanying him on his excursions into the state forest near town. In that they followed the streams through the bush it was inevitable that they'd stumble across couples engaged in what could be loosely described as courting; those with two vehicles obviously having met there, people of all ages enjoying each other's bodies as well as a bit of skinny dipping. She'd asked him to call her Julia on these outings, which he did mostly, but she couldn't help noticing that he was in an almost constant state of erection beneath his bathers, a matter she found disconcerting until her own sexual curiosity was reawakened. He became the focus of her onanistic fantasies as she was his. Eventually they learned how to creep up on shagging couples to watch them at it before their presence was noticed. Deciding it was time for her to actually experience nooky and, that Tommy should be her first partner, it became quite obvious to her that she'd have to initiate their intimacy as he just wasn't up to it. On discovering that he was three months from his sixteenth birthday and the age of consent, she began taking the pill in anticipation of making it a birthday he'd remember. On the day she prepared a picnic meal for the excursion, applied a little makeup and hesitantly inspected her naked form in the mirror. The pill had added a full ten centimetres on her bosom measurement and something to fill her bra cups, but felt that the similar increase to her hips was a bit less pleasing, despite the almost imperceptible weight gain. Tom had a good feeling about the day to come when they met at the edge of the forest reserve, quickly noticing the make-up and her unfettered breasts under the tight tank top and feeling his cock tingle at the sight of barely tanned thighs and prominent buttocks as he wondered how many guys had known the delights of the place hidden by her tight shorts. It would be great, he thought, to be introduced to love by an experienced woman. The sounds of people having fun in water came to them through the foliage and, on rounding a bend in the path, found a pair of teen couples naked and splashing about in the stream. None appeared embarrassed as they smiled and waved at Tom and Julia on passing; the two boys unabashedly sporting erect pricks and the females' lipstick badly smudged to suggest that a little in- and-out was in the offing, if it hadn't already occurred. They were wholly tanned, without white areas of skin, seeming to be completely congruous in their environment. Julia caught Tom's eye and they blushed deeply at thoughts of being naked together in the bush. "Does that appeal to you Tom?" she asked quietly. "What?" he gulped guiltily. "What they were doing, nicky swimming and making love out in the sun." "I dunno really." "Go on, be straight with me. We're good friends now and I really want to know how you feel about things." "How do you feel?" he asked, blushing. "I asked you first." He looked unhappy and remained thoughtfully silent for a minute or so. "I'd reckon it'd be a lot of fun," he nervously revealed to her. "I don't have a girlfriend though, so I don't really know how a bloke would go about suggesting something like that to a girl." "It wouldn't be all that hard if you knew each other well." "Yeah, but I don't know anyone that well," he groaned. "You know me," she laughed shyly. He swallowed hard as their eyes met in a searching gaze. "You?" he mumbled uncomfortably. "Yes, me," she whispered, his muted response causing her a momentary loss of confidence as she'd hoped for a rather more enthusiastic reaction on his part, especially then with the healthy bulge at the front of his jeans. "Would you like to?" he asked her simply, fervently hoping he wouldn't be suddenly waking up, as had happened on every similar occasion the dream had reached that point. "Yes, I would," she smiled demurely, "but we'll have to be so careful to keep it between us." "Yeah," he agreed thoughtfully. "I know what you mean." Having agreed on the new direction their friendship would take, they then looked for the right place to privately explore their intimate pleasures of physical love. Further upstream the water emerged from beneath a thick wall of lantana and brambles and the path veered away uphill. Tom stripped down to his bathers and slid into the water with all but his nose submerged when he moved beneath the prickly foliage barrier, returning almost immediately with a satisfied smile on his face. "It's cool. There's nobody there and it's a really great place." She squashed his discarded clothing into his backpack then passed it down to him, stuffing her own garments into her own as she shed them and glanced around to ensure she wasn't being observed, before removing her knickers to hurriedly leap down into the cool water. In that sort of crouching, Groucho Marx gait she propelled her nude form through the dimly sunlit tunnel until she came out into space once more, Tom taking her hand to haul her up on to the rock where he perched. Having removed his bathers he appeared extremely self-conscious about his sturdy penis, jutting horizontally from the thick mass of dark curls at the confluence of his thighs, a bit larger than she'd imagined and causing her momentary apprehension over the prospect of accommodating it all within her unfledged quim. Hand in hand they explored the extensive, but narrow ravine through which the brook flowed in a series of waterfalls and deep pools with several fast torrents in metre deep grooves in the sandstone sheets. It was mainly shade interspersed with patches of bright sunshine and leaf dappled light finding a way between the overhanging rock and tree canopy. The noise of the water was such that they found they had to shout to be heard as it echoed and was amplified by the hard walls. Tom gave her a pleading look and she decided that matters should proceed, her whole person trembling with excitement as she realized that she'd never be more ready than she was at that moment. He waited silently as she took a tube of KY from her backpack to smear a finger full within the frilly inner lips of her vulva, then a palm full to lubricate his knob, holding his cock gently and feeling it jerk wildly at the thrill of her touch. She was sadly conscious of his suddenly becoming taut as a great glob of warm, pale semen shot from the eye of his penis to her belly and, to her profound dismay, watched his member sag slowly to its flaccid state. To make matters worse, she then saw the approach of the four teens they'd encountered earlier, dashing their hopes for a little privacy to consumate their intimacy, when they dropped their belongings with the clear intention of joining she and Tom. Her eyes were drawn to the guys nether parts where there was clear evidence of their having been relieved of sexual tension in the recent past, their small, shrivelled looking dicks hung limply from the thick pubic hair that almost hid them. They seemed younger than she'd first thought; not a lot older than Tom, if at all. The dark haired girl gave her a conspiritorial grin to indicate that her secret was safe with she and her friends. "Do you know her?" asked Tom on noticing the look. "No, do you?" "I've seen them around, but I think they only come up for their holidays." They were having a ball in one of the fast flowing channels which varied over thirty metres from a quite gentle current to a raging torrent where it narrowed and water spewed out over a two metre drop into a deep pool. Their bodies moved ever faster until they were shot out over the pool for several metres, splashing down and swimming to the side. Initially they floated down individually, then in pairs in a half-sitting position with the person in front gripping the thighs of the one behind. Of course the girls sat in front with the boys holding them tightly with their hands cupping their breasts, neither chick seeming to be concerned at this intimacy, even on swapping partners, but then Julia realized, aghast at the concept, they'd all had sex with each other, from their manner and the way they spoke among themselves. None showed any more proprietorial interest in either member of the opposite sex than the other, but were obviously close to both. When eventually they beckoned she and Tom to join them, she was hesitant, despite being very randy by then, but the thought of her inexperience being generally known embarrassed her profoundly. On the other hand she knew how foolish she'd feel at having to walk away and find another secluded spot to get things together with Tom. "D'you want to?" asked Tom. "It's your birthday, you choose." "Come on then," he grinned shyly and pulled her to her feet. They held hands as they went nervously down to the stream and, emulating the others, slid into the water and adopted the poses the others found most suitable for shooting down the rushing torrent. She hooked her elbows under his knees as he cupped her little white titties in his hands, both taking a big breath as the water sucked them into the middle and they were away with a sudden rush of pulling, pushing, buffeting water. Despite their having no real control over direction it was an exhilarating ride with the other four following along immediately, all six of them falling into the pool in a mad, splashing tangle of bodies and limbs. The unfamiliar sensation of a fleeting touch from other nude bodies, both male and female, excited Julia even more, especially in that the cold water seemed to have no deleterious effect on the male arousal and, after several further rides, where both Brett and Danny managed to get their hands on her boobs, all three cocks were then standing well above the horizontal. Tom was in the stream with the blonde Rina, his hands more than full with her large bosom and a strangely twitchy, manic grin on his face. Dan put an arm around Julia when he coaxed her into the water again to sit between his legs where she clearly felt the heat and hardness of his long slender prick against her back when his hands found her boobs to pull her tightly to him, oblivious to all but the tingling of desire in her loins as she gripped his sturdy legs to race down the slide. After helping her up on to the boulder by the pool he embraced her, his prick throbbing warmly between their taut tummies as he held her firmly by the buttocks, his tongue trying to find a way into her mouth as he kissed her. She resisted firmly until he released her with a wry grin. There was a feeling of expectant tension with everyone apparently hanging about awaiting Julia's pleasure while she rummaged about in her purse as if looking for something, lighting a slim cigarette with trembling fingers and hoping to find clarity in her jumbled thoughts, but it was a forlorn hope. She stood up and faced them with the ache of trepidation in her belly, but nobody seemed even vaguely interested by then. Away to her left Rina knelt astride Brett's supine figure with her boyish bottom flexing with effort as she rocked back and forth over his tense body, glimpses of his cock sliding in the blonde fringed cleft of her well-tanned buttocks made Julia thrill and envy to cause her to want a bit for herself, although events hadn't transpired quite as she'd planned. On the other side Tom lay on his back upon the smooth, sun-warmed expanse of stone with Judi leaning over him on one elbow. He thought she was really beautiful; a sturdy, curvaceous figure, long, naturally waved black hair, a pretty face and dark, flawless skin. Her perky boobs were as firm as rubber and his balls ached at what lay beyond the chocolate-hued lips he glimpsed briefly through the thick triangle of black pubic hair at her crotch. Judi reached idly for his swollen cock and held it vertically between two slender fingers. "I bet you'd swap yours for this if you could," she said to Dan who leant on a rock nearby. "Size isn't everything," he grinned confidently. His prick was as long as Tom's and as thick at the base, but its diameter decreased over its whole length, until it was only around half-width at the widest part of his knob. "You're probably right, dear cousin, but there's definitely no substitute for experience," she said drily. Tom couldn't believe that it was really happening at last when she moved astride his hips, lifted his prick up to hold it vertically and lowered her bottom until the tip was between her inner folds where she moistened it by sliding it back and forth in her dewy slit. Electric thrills made his body jerk violently with pleasure at the contact before he felt her warm sheath slide further down to engulf his knob and, with a quick lateral twisting of her hips, took his entire length inside her to the hilt where she proceeded to clench her vaginal muscles as if to test its feeling within her. Leaning forward she very carefully straightened her slim legs and lay fully on him with her twat continuing to squeeze his tool. "So?" Danny asked Judi as Julia sat diffidently beside him. Her reply was unintelligible although a high degree of satisfaction could have been inferred from the sweet, dreamy facial expression she wore before returning her mouth and tongue to the task of checking his tonsils and her lovely posterior rotated slowly against his lifting hips. "It's a great day for it," Danny grinned at Julia who'd continued puffing nervously at her smoke. "For sex?" she gulped. "Well yes, that too," he teased. "How long have you been swapping girlfriends?" she enquired, face flushed. "Oh they're not girlfriends," he smiled. "They're cousins, at least Judi and Brett are. Rina is Brett's cousin on the other side, a second cousin I s'pose." "Is that what's called 'kissing cousins'?" "Well another verb actually comes more readily to mind," he sniggered. "I never thought of it before." "D'you have other relationships, with non-cousins?" "No not physically. It's our arrangement. We all attend Catholic schools, well most, so we do this for a bit of fun nooky just amongst ourselves with no strings or jealousy. Once you're in you've got to do it with everyone in the arrangement, no favourites or exclusions. These girls still have their reputations as 'good-chicks' at school because we're not going to go around admitting to having it of with our cousin, are we? That's a bit like incest to most people." She couldn't argue with that logic. "So why did you want us to join in?" she enquired meekly, feeling like a twelve-year-old again. "Because you didn't look like lovers to us," he told her. "We thought you looked a bit older than Tom and might appreciate a bit of group fun with us. You'd have experience." "No!" she squeaked. "I mean, I'm not Tom's lover. We were trying to do it when you came along, but we had a bit of an accident." "He spoofed before you got it together," he chuckled kindly. "Happened to me once. Felt a complete goose." He put his arm over her shoulder and was gently tweaking a swollen nipple between his fingers to give her intense pleasure. "Anyway, I won't do that to you. I've already had two nookies, so I can just last and last." She looked miserable. "I'm not quite as experienced as you think," she blurted in embarrassment. "In fact I've never done it. I'm actually still a virgin." To her horror he quickly drew away from her, then laughed and hugged her to show he was kidding. "You've come to the right chap m'dear," he told her, affecting an overly loud, fruity voice. "I'm an expert with virgins. I have the right equipment to make it all so much easier, don't y'see." He stood with his hips thrust forward to display his slim, tapered penis, inviting her inspection. He twitched excitedly when she tentatively closed her hand around the shaft, warm and silky smooth despite its somewhat veiny appearance and a line of hairs growing along its underside, sunbrowned with a reddish, circumcised head looking rather like a barbed spearhead. "It'll be much easier with me," he told her presumtuously. "It'd be much more painfull with Tom's big thick dick." "That sounds like a self-promotion," she laughed shyly. "Not to mention a bit of 'taking-for-granted'." "All those ex-virgins can't be wrong. Haven't had any complaints about my caring method, no request for refund." "How many?" "Seven, so far." She shot him a somewhat doubtful look. "True," he assured her, apparently sincerely. Then, after a longish pause, "you're still not sure?" "No, it's not really that. I just thought it'd be a little more romantic when I did it for the first time." "So you are in love with Tom?" "No, that's the silly part of what I'm feeling. I really only wanted some physical experience out of today, no personal committment, but I guess your casual attitude to sex was a bit of a shock to me, that's all." "We all like each other you know, a lot. There's plenty of trust in these relationships. It's harder for the blokes in some ways because you actually need to like a bloke to see him having sex with your sister and vice versa." "I can imagine," she said dryly. "The chicks have demanded equal rights here and both my sisters enjoy sex with all the other six blokes. I reckon that's better than having it known they go of for other guys at school. More respectable I guess," "So how many cousins are there?" "Fifteen." They watched the other four for a period. Like Rina, Judi had resumed the kneeling position in voluptuously undulating her body and rolling her hips to draw pleasure from the hard cocks sliding so easily in their juicy cunts. Although it was obvious that they were all giving voice to their joy, none could be heard over the sounds of the running water. Julia maintained her grasp on Danny's prick as he continued to titillate her sensitive nipples and, having gone that far she told herself, she would be silly not to go on with it after earlier deciding to have sex with Tommy. Dan appeared to be the ideal partner because he had experience and gave her the feeling that he'd treat her with due care while introducing her to the physical aspects of love. She felt quite comfortable with him she realized, despite the short period of time she'd known him, as his confidence seemed to be infectious. She took his free hand and pressed it hard to her red-furred muff as his mouth covered hers and his agile finger sought her clit, the thrill causing her to part her lips to his probing tongue. "D'you want me to bust your cherry with my fingers?" he murmured huskily in accepting her implicit invitation to intimacy. "Then it won't hurt quite so much when I'm entering you." "No," she smiled wanly. "I think I'd like to see whether or not it's as bad as I've been told." She got her KY once again and liberally smeared her pouty portal to ease his way inside her. "What do you want me to do? You'll have to show me how to do it Danny," she asked self-consciously, gabbling as if on the point of hysteria. He took her hand to lead her to a boulder which looked like the work of a modern sculptor, its surface polished to a glaze by eons of rushing water, showing her how to reach across to grasp the opposite edge and to part her legs. This had her standing on tiptoe with the muscles bulging in her broad calves, her bottom jutting rearward and her red fringed pudendum protruding from her posterior cleft in a less than ladylike manner. He parted her soft inner labia with his fingers and she thrilled intensely as he moistened his knob in the warm lubricant there. Bending his knees slightly, he carefully probed her open cunt with his tool and pressed it gently forward to cause a vaguely intrusive sensation in her lower belly, then a sharp, burning pain as something popped inside her vagina. "What happened?" she gasped, having held her breath for almost a minute. "My knob's inside," he grinned. "Your cherry isn't broken yet so hang on tight now." With one hand in the middle of her back for balance and his knees pressed hard into the softness of her inner thighs he moved his prick imperceptibly back and forth in the tightness of her vaginal entrance. Suddenly he thrust his hips hard forward as she felt a searing pain which made her think for a moment that she'd been impaled and causing an involuntary cry to escape her lips, but quickly relaxed when the hurt passed and she knew that she was no longer a virgin. His penis had penetrated a few centimetres into her; the fact which she'd verified by reaching down beneath her crotch to feel. His renewed thrusting used only very short strokes, but getting longer with each ingression until his member was fully within her tight sheath. The pain had become a minor itch so she focused her senses on the interaction of their coupled parts as both full penetration and withdrawal became so deliciously easy for a well lubricated dick. "Let's move," he grunted, wrapping his arms around her trembling body to lift her of her feet with his cock remaining within her. He shuffled around their huge boulder then lay them on their sides on the opposite edge where it was lower and sloped less. With a firm little tit in each hand he started thrusting his pelvis at her plump buttocks once again, kissing her neck and shoulders until she twisted her head to let their lips meet hungrily in a much more lustful kiss than previously. The sensation of his being inside and all around her was far more voluptuously intimate than she'd believed sex would be. He banged away quite gently, his shaft stretching her newly opened vagina pleasurably as it slid inward, but she wanted something more without really knowing what it was. Only instinct guided her as she reached behind her to grasp his flexing bottom and pull his hips harder to her delightfully round rear end, encouraging him to ram his hips even more lustily to the writhing, gasping woman in his sweaty embrace, sensing the rising thrills preceeding her climax driving her urgent movements as he fought to hold off his own. "Ooooh! Ooooooh God!" she groaned as her body stiffened involuntarily and shook with spasms of pure, erotic joy. Dan too shoved his cock hard into her and stopped as his sweat glistening body shuddered ecstatically against her with repeated convulsions of bliss. As his excitement abated he tongued her ears and kneaded her titties while gently moving his softening prick within her flexing lower body to prolong her enjoyment as she slowly relaxed. When her senses returned she was momentarily disconcerted to find others watching she and Danny, but returning to play in the stream quickly rid her of embarrassment. The chill water penetrating her pussy under some pressure caused a slight stinging while Brett's eager groping gave her other matters to consider. Having broken the taboo on casual sex it seemed pretty foolish to be at all coy about doing it again with him, so she allowed him to have his way with her formerly private parts, in fact he was left in no doubt as to what he could look forward to. She opened her lips to his delving tongue and stroked his stiffening penis and taut scrotum in her soft palm as she'd just seen Rina doing with Tom. Brett's short dick was only about thirteen centimetres long, but at least five thick, hot and simultaneously rock hard and velvet smooth to the touch. An intermittent jerking made his pleasure obvious and caused her to wonder about the degree of stretching her newly initiated vagina could manage and whether there would be more pain to endure in accommodating it. By that time both Judi and Rina were again engaged in physical exertions with Dan and Tom, perching upon the boulder in rather lewd positions as the guys rammed lustily at their shamelessly presented pussies. Julia adopted a similarly indelicate pose, her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as he came in close to seek entry to her recently used pleasure pouch. "Just be a little careful," she admonished him with an indulgent whisper. "Your thingy looks pretty big for my little pussy." His broad knob parted the lips of her furry cleft and, despite a healthy blob of KY, made her gasp at the painfully invasive feeling of his forceful entry. He withdrew just a little before pushing a little further in and she relaxed to feel him penetrate even further as the uncomfortable, stretching sensation abated. After pushing into her with his full length he began easy short thrusts that he increased with each withdrawal until he too was using his whole cock to pleasure her swollen clitty with moist, sliding friction. She even got him to stop momentarily to enable her to view his member fully within her, then craning her neck to see his well lubricated tool pistoning in and out of her willing cunt. "You feel great," he mumbled amiably. "Really tight and wet." "You feel pretty nice yourself," she panted shamelessly. "It feels as if you're filling my whole body with your thing." On glancing to one side she found Rina smiling dreamily at her, then drop her eyes to Brett's sliding member, prompting her to raise her short thighs higher in an immodest exhibition of her joy in discovering promiscuous free love. Rina responded similarly in displaying a swollen red, blonde fringed vulva alternatively dilating and clinging wetly to Tom's large, glistening member as it moved easily in and out of her. 'Now I know why some chicks become sluts,' she thought as she luxuriated in the sensuality of her situation. 'It is surely better to receive than it is to give.' His thumping hips drove his plump pussy-pummeller rapidly into and out of her welling cunt until she was again in the throes of orgasm and completely unable to control her senses as she clung to Brett's heavy, muscular figure and shuddered hotly. He too came and they became a single entity while warm spasms of delight shook them repeatedly. They played around the pool again, longer this time as the boys were well satisfied and in no real hurry now that the younger two had sampled Julia's physical charms, Tom hoping that he too would have his turn that day. He was in luck as Julia was by then interested in discovering whether or not her love pouch was capable of accommodating ever bigger penises. Tom's prick was at full erection first and Julia blushingly led him away from the stream to the place where they'd all just done it in line, perching at it's edge and placing her feet each side of her bottom to expose her eager pussy to his hungry gaze. He stepped in close as she wrapped her legs around his hips and put her hands on his shoulders before he poked his hefty sex-organ at her dewy vulva. Putting the shiny knob in the opening between her frilly brown, inner labia, he pushed gently and surprised her as he penetrated her fully without any real discomfort. Tom too had grown in confidence with the experience and slowly ground his hips to hers in a strongly rhythmic motion, inexorably increasing the tempo as their pleasure and excitement grew within their trembling, sweaty forms. "Oooo0h ye-es Tommy!" she cried as her inhibitions evaporated, "ye-es, do it, do it to me!" They worked themselves up into a furious sexual gallop as she clung tight- ly while he thrust his pelvis in a pounding rhythm into her exposed crotch. With an unrestrained cry of pleasure she went completely rigid as delicious spasms of carnal sensuality shook her body repeatedly. In a moment he also emitted a grunting groan as he drove his cock hard and full-length into her to squirt his depleted seminal offering within her clamping vagina. The other foursome had joined them and , as Julia and Tom's senses cooled, watched the others shagging langourously beside them, she fascinated at the chicks' snatches lewdly dilating around then tightly clinging to the pricks sliding so easily in them. * High above them, lying along the limb of a giant figtree like two monitor lizards, were Stevie and Basia watching everything happening by the stream. They'd watched Tom and Julia pass them by on the beach, then followed along, seen their encounter with another foursome and eventually found themselves a safe vantage point outside the perimeter of brambles along the brook. * As the day wore on Julia happily accommodated each of the boys again, in spite of an increasing sense of chafing rawness at the entrance to her poor vagina which hadn't dampened her enthusiasm for unreserved promuscuity in a safe situation, as she saw it. It wasn't until about five-thirty p.m. that the topic of their ages arose after she and Tom had farewelled the others. She'd ventured her view on the matter, but he'd corrected her. "Danny's fifteen, Brett's fourteen, Judi as well and Rina thirteen, they told me. I didn't say how old you were, I didn't know, but they thought you were over eighteen," he explained. 'Well that pulls the chain on that,' she thought, seeing a mental picture of herself breaking rocks with a pick while dressed in convict striped garb after her conviction for carnal knowledge of a minor. The prospect frightened her badly, causing her to resolve to avoid all of her new, intimate friends in the immediate future, even Tom.