JZL11_10I: Wedding Nap, Us Three Naked Under The Blanket In The Tree

Usual disclaimer: This story involves sexual subject matter. If you aren't old
enough to read this, go home!

Copyright by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2000. Please don't distribute in
an altered form, or with any charges for acquisition.

At eleven, I get to actually experience this thing called sex. - by Jeff Zephyr
(jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2000-2002..

JZL is my life story series. You can find out more about the entire series at
/~jeffzephyr/jzlstories.html, and more of year 11 at
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JZL11_10: Sitting in a Tree on Saturday: F U C K I N G!
(mf mff oral rom) by Jeff Zephyr

Sherry and Jeff... Sitting in a Tree. F U C K I N G! (on Saturday)

JZL11_10I: Wedding Nap, Us Three Naked Under The Blanket In The Tree

Suddenly, we all seemed to realize that we were getting chilly. It wasn't that much
colder, but the heat of desire had kept us warm in the spring air. Standing around
kissing each other, in the nude, let the slight breeze cool us more.

Fortunately, and this was yet another lucky break on a perfect day, it felt just fine
to curl up under the blanket together. We had one big one, and all three of us just
fit under it. Sherry was still between us, and for a while we just lay together, on
our sides. Maureen rolled to face towards Sherry, and I cuddled my girlfriend
from behind. My dick rubbed against her bottom, and the relaxing warmth helped
it turn hard again. The chill maybe was to blame, not exhaustion, for my lack of
obvious energetic response earlier.

This was quiet cuddling, not much talking at all. Mostly, just kissing and cuddling.
Not sex, not at all, though the sensation of our naked skin touching was exciting
and awesomely sensual.

It was easy to imagine someday doing this all the time, sleeping together in the
same bed. Naked, next to each other, holding each other. Maureen got to hold
Sherry like this every night, or just about. Or if not at night, they had plenty of
private time every day, no parents bugging them about being alone together in
their rooms.

My right arm was curled in front of Sherry, and I reached down to stroke her
breasts lightly, and I found that my hand could touch both girls, stroking matching
nipples on each side. They were pressed in close, and soon moved closer, pressing
my hand between their chests. Maureen kissed Sherry, and that pretty much ended
any comments from us for a while.

I rubbed Sherry's back and side with my left hand, and kissed her neck. Soft
nibbling kisses, and between Maureen's attentions and mine Sherry purred with
pleasure. Maureen had one hand stroking Sherry's side and breast, crossing mine,
sometimes holding my hand too. The other was down between the girls, between
Sherry's legs. I couldn't see where it was, but Sherry's reactions made it clear that
Maureen was touching more than just her own pussy.

Sherry pushed her left leg up, curling it over my body. That let my dick slide
between her legs, barely touching her but just knowing that I was again in contact
with her pussy made me hot.

Then, a shock of pleasure hit me as Maureen grabbed my dick, stroking it. Then
pulling it, pushing on it, rubbing it into Sherry's pussy. Like a toy, using my penis
to masturbate our girlfriend.

Sherry sighed with pleasure, a funny sound because Maureen still had her lips
locked on hers. I wasn't thinking about having sex yet myself, though I was
turned on. This time was for cuddling, and for Sherry. Honestly, I was ready for a
nap, but if Sherry needed me, I'd stay awake a while.

I didn't want to feel tired, and I don't think it was entirely just sexual exhaustion.
Someday, we'd get married. We'd be together forever. It was hard to think about
that without feeling serious, intense love and desire. If we thought about it much
more, the whole thing might frighten us. We didn't have to do that, because our
love wasn't a sudden new thing, so going ahead and saying that we'd be together
wasn't a total surprise.

Thinking that sort of thing didn't stop me from reacting to the sensations. I'd
relaxed, just playing gently with Sherry, stroking breasts and kissing her neck,
letting Maureen use my body on Sherry. Maureen didn't let it go on so soft and
easy.

She pushed my dick further down, up and down, faster and farther. It pressed
against Sherry's pussy, and slid into her vagina. Just slightly, maybe not in at all,
just between her pussy lips. But it was hot and wet, and I froze.

I liked the feeling. But Sherry had just told me that she wasn't ready to do it all
the way, to lose her virginity. My natural reaction was to push up, to get more of
her sweet pussy around my hard dick. I had to stop moving, concentrate on
relaxing. I held onto Sherry, grabbing her breast a bit harder, hugging her tight. I
slid my left hand down too, holding her all around, and just lay still beside her.

"Is that OK, Sherry?" Maureen asked. "I'm only letting Jeff's penis touch you a
little, doesn't that feel nice?"

"Yeah, it is OK. Just that far, though," Sherry replied.

They went back to kissing, and Maureen moved her hand up to rub Sherry's pussy.
Her fingers still were pressed against my dick too, or would slide back to them as
they moved back and forth over Sherry's pussy. All over. Then soon Maureen's
moves were concentrated just above where my dick and Sherry's pussy met.

I didn't want to come in Sherry's pussy. I wasn't sure that I had much choice in
the matter, but I knew that Maureen wasn't doing enough to me to make me
come. I wanted to move more, to increase the hot friction between our bodies, to
push right into my girlfriend and make bloody hot sparks of love.

I squeezed my pubic muscles, hard, to suppress that desire. Physically, that
helped, and it also seemed to affect Sherry nicely. Between my breast rubbing,
which was still hitting both girls though I aimed my attentions at Sherry's nipples,
and our kisses, Maureen and I were making our girlfriend feel very happy.
Between her legs, our mutual attentions, though it was mostly Maureen's efforts I
suspect, Sherry was getting very excited. She pushed back against me, rocking her
body in time to our touches. I did my best to move back with her. Each time she
moved, I felt hard, hot pressure against the tip of my dick. Not pushing, but
pulling back, was very hard to do, but somehow I managed.

I nibbled hard on Sherry's neck, wanting to do something more, something to
make her know how much I loved her. I liked the feel of her naked back against
me, and loved the frustrating sensation where our sex parts intersected. I imagined
that Sherry found the sensation hard to take too, but at least Maureen was working
her pussy by hand. I didn't want that attention, either. Really, if I had a choice, I
wanted to push deeper, all the way in. Or maybe Maureen could slip around and
use her mouth, or even her hand.

Part of me wanted to pull back, out all the way. The delicious hot contact all
around the head of my dick was like an itchy mosquito bite. I couldn't ignore it,
but I knew that actually scratching it would be bad. If Sherry had changed her
mind already, she had to make the move. Not me. Maybe she'd forgive me, but I
didn't want to take that chance. I loved her, and wanted to make her happy.

Sherry came, and I felt her pussy vibrate against my dick. Squeezing it, pushing
down against me, but not quite enough to go in deep. She was quiet, too,
humming a bit in pleasure, but saying nothing, no loud cries. Then all quiet, all
still.

Sherry rolled close to Maureen, just holding onto her. Her legs closed, trapping
my dick right in place. That felt nice too, in a funny way. I mean, I wanted to
move and bring myself to orgasm, but I loved the feel of her body against me,
relaxed and happy. Her thighs pressed against my hard dick, not moving at all,
were a pleasant, not insistent pressure.

I might have moved, but Sherry wasn't moving at all. She was totally out of it,
completely at peace, asleep, or close enough to it to make no difference. I held
Maureen's hand, gently stroking her palm, and she stroked me back. I closed my
eyes, and tried to relax.

My almost orgasmic desire wasn't painful. Soon, it was replaced with a powerful,
pleasant peaceful joy. Cuddling love, snuggling naked, under the blankets in a tree
in the park. If not quite the way I planned to sleep with the girls, it was still totally
perfect.

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