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**** WARNING **** WARNING **** WARNING ****
THIS DOCUMENT IS A SEXUALLY GRAPHIC STORY ABOUT AN INTENSE SEXUAL,
EMOTIONAL AND INTELLECTUAL RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN A TEENAGE GIRL AND
A YOUNG BOY AND THE COURSE OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP OVER A PERIOD OF
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THE ADVENTURES OF ME AND MARTHA JANE
by S.J.R.
sjr <73233.1411@CompuServe.COM>
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PART 12B:
I didn't move. I lay rigid.
Martha said, "Come on, roll over, you don't want your chest to peel,
do you?" and I didn't move, and I heard Martha make a little laugh and
she gave my shoulder a nudge and said, "Come on, roll over. What's the
matter?" and Ronnie said, "Uh, Martha, I think we got Steven a little,
uh, al dente, with all that lip stuff." Martha laughed again and asked
with obvious amusement, "Steven, are you hard?" and I didn't move and she
asked, "Are you?" and I nodded yes, and both women laughed. Martha said,
"Come on, it won't be anything we haven't seen before," and I shook my
head no, and Ronnie said, "Oh, Martha, don't push him. I don't care
myself, but you saw how embarrassed he was on the beach today. Come
on," and Martha implored sweetly, "Oh, come on, Steven, don't be ashamed
of feeling good. Doesn't it feel good?" and I nodded and she said, "So
come on and roll over," and I shook my head, firmly this time, and Martha
asked, "How about if Ronnie closes her eyes?" and I shook my head no
again, and then Ronnie's lips were near my ear and she whispered play-
fully, "You want us to wait a minute? I forget that guys are more
bashful about this sort of thing than women are. It's easier for us
girls to hide the, uh, visual effects, y'know? Want us to wait? We'll
wait if you want. C'mon, say yes," and I nodded yes, and her hand
touched the back of my neck and she said to Martha, "Martha, he really is
touchable," and Martha said, "Ronnie, I don't think that's helping," and
Ronnie removed her hand and said, "Yeah, right. Sorry," and I heard and
felt them both sit up and Martha sighed and said, "Okay, Steven, we'll
wait if you want. I don't want to embarrass you, you know that," and
Ronnie said, "Come on, Steven, I understand," and she chuckled and then I
heard them both give muffled, whispered laughs and Martha said, "I hope
we didn't overdo it.' and Ronnie said, "Oh, he can't be that excited
already," and Martha said, "Ronnie, see how different it is when you're
gentle, and loving, and your body is nice to someone else's?" and Ronnie
said, "Jeez, I'm so used to just being grabbed and pitched around," and
Martha said, "Well, some poeple like that," and Ronnie said, "I'm tired
of the volleyball treatment, myself," and Martha said, "Steven has such a
nice body," and Ronnie asked, "Ready yet, Steven?" and I muttered "Al-
most" against my arm, and Ronnie said, "Martha, he can't be that big,"
and Martha said "Steven's big, hon," and Ronnie said impatiently,
"Martha, so how do you know so much about his recent development? Huh?
So...you're just gonna sit there with that secret grin of yours, and not
let me in on this? Steven, looks like Martha doesn't snitch. You can be
proud of her," and Martha said slyly "Keeps you guessing, Ron," and
Ronnie said sarcastically "I'm guessing, Martha, definitely guessing,"
and Martha called, "Steee-vennn. Come on. Did you calm down yet?" and I
shook my head no and she complained "Hon, aren't you down just a little?"
and I said "Almost" and Ronnie asked Martha again "How big, Martha? Come
on," and Martha said "Size doesn't matter, Ronnie, it's shape that
counts," and Ronnie asked, "Shape?" and Martha said "You'll see. Come
on, Steven," and I reluctantly raised my head and groaned "Okay" and
shifted onto my side, and saw Martha peering around my body at my slowly
settling but prominent cock and she smiled and said, "Okay, that's
better," and Ronnie gave me a chummy wink and mouthed the words "It's
okay." Martha wetted her hand and spread the lotion onto my chest and
gently shoved me onto my back. I shifted to get comfortable on the
floor and put my hands behind my head and Martha and Ronnie settled onto
their haunches on either side of me and I closed my eyes.
Martha rubbed my chest and waist and my left leg. Ronnie said
"Here, gimme some, Martha," and she lotioned my right leg firmly and for
the moment, at least, my cock lay flopped over to one side and behaved,
but my scrotum ached, and then Martha began to feather her palms across
my tummy and waist and then along my upper thighs and she asked "Feel
nice?" and I nodded and Martha whispered "Steven is so flat here and so
nicely rounded along his legs. See? Even his knees are cute," and
Ronnie whispered "I can see, Martha, don't rub it in. I'd die for a
figure like this, and I'm not even a guy." Martha whispered "Steven,
are my hands threatening? Do they feel nice?" I nodded, and Martha
told Ronnie "He doesn't like to be grabbed, he likes to be caressed, like
this," and she ran three joined fingertips lightly in wide circles across
my upper thighs and lower tummy and I felt my cock lurch upward in the
air and Martha said "See?" and I heard Ronnie utter in wonderment,
"Look," and Martha said, "Yes," and I opened my eyes and looked down and
Ronnie was staring at the bead of precum on my tip that glistened in the
candlelight and then she used two fingers to gently wipe the smear away
and I jerked and they both giggled, and Ronnie held up her fingers and
rubbed them against each other and whispered "He's wet," and then her
eyes found Martha's and Ronnie grinned and blushed and said "Oh, I
think...is this starting to feel a little illicit?" and Martha's eyes
twinkled and she nodded and Ronnie gazed at the glossy smear she rubbed
between her upheld fingers and mused throatily "Me too. I'm at least
this wet myself, right now," and Martha whispered furtively 'Me too" and
they grinned at each other again and Ronnie looked at my cock, which had
just nodded and urged its way upward into the air and Ronnie whispered,
"It's a perfect shape, Martha. Steven, the doctors did a great job on
you," and Martha said, "They must have. Isn't he nice?" and Ronnie
whispered, pleased and captivated, staring at my cock, "Oh, very nice.
You were a lucky little girl, Martha," and Ronnie reached toward my cock
but stopped and asked, "Martha, should I?" and Martha grinned and said
"Carefully, very carefully," and Ronnie glanced at me and asked "Okay?"
and I cleared my throat and paused and Martha said "Well, maybe Steven
should say so," and Ronnie pouted and said "Awww," and I said "Okay," and
I closed my eyes, waiting, and after a second or two I felt Ronnie's
long, soft fingers coil around me amiably and my shaft gave her a little
throb hello and the heat and texture of her fingers and palm soaked
through my flesh and into my thighs. Ronnie whispered "Martha, I see
what you mean. It's the shape. Yeah, the shape. Mmm," and Martha
warned "I think this might be a little too much right now, Ronnie," and
Ronnie let go of me and I realized my back was arched upward and I re-
laxed onto the floor with a gasp and Ronnie asked "You okay, sweetheart?"
and I said, my voice showing signs of strain, "Yes. Fine." Martha
laughed and said sympathetically, "Oh, hon, you look so worried!" and she
bent down and kissed my cheek and whispered, "Don't fret, hon, it'll be
okay," and she rose and reached for the bottle of lotion and I said
uneasily "If you say so" and she said "It will. Okay, Steven, time for
you to make me and Ronnie look ridiculous. Come on. Wanna do my front?"
Martha moved away from me and I raised up. She lay on her back on
the floor and put one hand under head and rested, relaxed and supine. Her
eyes met mine and her relaxed face was soft and her eyes waiting. She
listlessly held the bottle of lotion up to me and said, "I don't want my
front to peel, either." I squeezed lotion into one hand and rested on my
elbow, reclining on my side along Martha's length, and smeared and rubbed
the lotion into her chest and ribs and Martha turned her head away and
closed her eyes and I rubbed between her breasts and then massaged her
breasts gently and then circled my open palms more lightly around her
nipples and she looked up and smiled and watched my hands on her. I got
more lotion and massaged along the tops of her thighs and calves, and
then lightly along the inside of her thighs and Ronnie moved and knelt
closer behind me and watched and Martha looked up and past me as Ronnie
reclined on her side behind me and I felt her soft length rest against me
and a breast flattened against my back and Ronnie ran her fingers softly
along the side of my uppermost thigh and my cock started hardening again
and Martha grinned at me, and then I finished with the tickling strokes
along her thighs and she parted her legs slightly as I ran a finger along
the very edge of her mound, and then she watched as I grabbed the bottle
and squirted a drop on my finger and smeared it between two fingers, and
then I dabbed a little on one of Martha's nipples and then on the other
and smiled at her as she looked down to watch my fingers gently pluck at
her nipples. She sighed and her eyes narrowed and she looked at me and
whispered "Yes" as I trailed a finger down her tummy and then softly,
slowly, cupped her mound, my fingers pointing downward, and we looked at
each other and I felt Ronnie's hand stop on me and felt her watching too
as I looked into Martha's eyes, and Martha gave me a small, subtle nod
and looked down as I pressed my palm into her mound and made a slow
circle, then another, and she closed her eyes, and then I bent my middle
finger and probed past her thick, wet cuntlips and her breath wobbled and
she closed around my finger as my finger gradually entered and then my
finger searched for and found the secret spot inside her and pressed and
massaged it and her thighs whispered apart and she breathed more slowly.
I withdrew my finger and made a circle on her clit and she sighed, and I
inserted my finger again and fingerfucked her very, very slowly with my
palm resting on her, and I heard Ronnie breathe behind me and for a brief
while the only sound in the room was the two women breathing, and then
Martha reached down to still my hand and she looked at me and bit her
lower hip and whispered "Not yet." She glanced at Ronnie and whispered
"Be nice to Ronnie, too." I withdrew my finger and turned to Ronnie, who
scooted back to give me room to turn around, and she then lay back with
one arm draped over her head and the other across her slightly rounded
tummy and smiled at me lethargically and I smiled back bashfully as I
shifted to my other side and wet my hand and began slowly spreading
lotion on her sides and waist and then on her shoulders, and my shaft
firmed a little more and lay against Ronnie's thigh as my brain swirled,
and my hands felt the new sensations of a new female body, a body softer
and even warmer than Martha's, Ronnie's warm flesh less silky and less
firm than Martha's but tempting nevertheless, baby-soft skin overlaying a
firmness underneath, skin that seemed to melt under my hand and cling to
my palm as I massaged between her breasts. Her head fell to one side
and she closed her eyes as I cupped her breasts, soft globes that sloped
lower than Martha's and were less solidly round, but more yielding and
puffy and moist, and then I put a drop of lotion on her nipples and
gently squeezed and then Martha leaned against me and ran her hand down
my arm and whispered softly "She likes you to pinch them a little," and I
turned a little and asked Martha "How do you know?" and Martha said "She
told me." So I squeezed Ronnie's nipples a little more purposefully and
when nothing happened I squeezed a little more, carefully, not wanting to
hurt her, and Ronnie's closed eyes fluttered and she smiled and nodded
and I gave her nipples several slow, tight tugs with the wet lotion and
she sighed with her eyes still closed and whispered "Yes" and I felt
Martha smile against my back and Martha whispered "See?" and I nodded and
worked Ronnie's dark nipples until they budded and hardened, and then I
got more lotion and applied it to the outside and tops of her thighs and
then began working more slowly and more lightly and more tantalizingly
along her inner thighs below and then above her knees, and then with long
feathery strokes I made the first approach upward along the inside of her
thighs toward her cunt, and I heard her draw in her breath and looked at
her as she lay with her head still turned to one side, and I moved higher
along her thigh and felt Martha watching me from over my shoulder, and
adding to my excitement was an oddly pleasurable fascination when I
discovered that her thigh was so slim and delicate that my hand could
wrap itself halfway around it and then Martha's hand stopped moving on my
arm as I neared Ronnie's crotch and stroked the tender flesh on the
uppermost part of the inside of Ronnie's thighs, and the edge of my hand
grazed her soft and glistening black curls and her hips twitched and she
uttered "Oh," and then I let my hand graze her wet outer lips once or
twice as I stroked and I felt a fluttering under the flesh of her thighs,
and then I placed my palm on her tummy and scooted up a little on my side
and Martha followed me and watched with her face on my shoulder as I
placed my palm on Ronnie's tummy and held it there gently for a few
seconds and then turned my palm so the fingers pointed toward her cunt,
and then I slid my hand down until I touched her dark whorl and I made a
little circle with my palm that moved farther down and Ronnie's neck
tensed and her thighs parted as I moved my palm lower and then I moved my
palm down and covered her mound, her curls leaving small beads of wet on
my skin, and Ronnie's hips arched and she gulped and I pressed against
her mound and started making firm, slow circles on her and she gulped
again, and then I pressed my middle finger slightly and kept making small
circles on her and then Ronnie turned her head toward me and smiled and
opened her eyes and her smile widened sultrily and she whispered "Go
ahead. Do it," and I pushed my finger into her and her eyes glistened
and she raised her hips against my hand and she mouthed a quiet, smoul-
deringly sensual "Yeah," and my middle finger slowly pumped in and out
and she looked down to watch my finger fucking her and my finger found
that she was much narrower than Martha, smaller, less lubricous but more
clinging, and I pulled my finger out of her gently and she sighed a soft
"Mmmm" and my finger searched for her clit and found it was short and
smallish but hardening and hot, and I made a circle directly on it and
Ronnie's body seemed to sink into the floor and her thighs parted and she
said happily "Oh yeah," and I made a firmer circle on her clit and
Ronnie's eyes half-closed and she looked up at me and narrowed her eyes
and whispered seethingly "That's so good," and Martha moved from me and
lay on her tummy with her head near Ronnie's and asked "Is he doing it
right?" and Ronnie looked down at my circling finger and her hips bobbed
slowly and Ronnie whispered "Yeah," and she gulped hard and gasped and
said "Ah," and then she gulped again and said, "Martha, no one ever did
this to me," and Martha smiled at her and whispered "Nice, isn't it?" and
Ronnie nodded and looked down at my finger and breathed "Oh, yes, it's
so...easy and so...so lewd," and I circled her clit a few more times and
then held my finger in her a minute, staying still to let her know I was
finished for the moment, and her hips quieted and she caught her breath
and then I pulled my finger out of her and she smiled at me and said
"Mmm" contentedly.
I looked at Martha, whose eyes met mine, and I stretched my neck and
lifted on my arms and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. After I kissed
her, Martha looked into my eyes for a long moment and put her hand on my
cheek and touched, barely touched, her lips to mine again, and then
Martha lay on her back and stretched out and beckoned me with her finger
and I shifted to my other side and leaned over her, my eyes asking her
what she wanted, and she cupped her left breast for me and I craned my
neck down and licked and she whispered "Lips, hon," and I made sleepy
glides across her breast with my inner lips and Martha sighed "Yes," and
I felt Ronnie leaning behind me and near me and Martha said "He does this
so well," and Ronnie said, "He looks so peaceful," and I chuckled with
Martha's nipple in my mouth and Martha said "He really likes this," and
Ronnie said "You like it too?" and Martha said "Oh, yes. I really love
for him to do this. Steven did this years ago and I still love it. It's
so loving and his mouth is so good to me," and she cupped the other
breast and I mouthed and licked and sucked it and Martha sighed and bent
down to kiss my forehead and Martha said "He never has to tell me how he
likes this. His mouth tells me," and Ronnie whispered "God, you two are
so sweet with each other," and then I began moving my head down Martha's
ribs with short licks and nips and then I licked her tummy and she
grinned and whispered "Okay," and then my mouth found her tuft and I
licked her fuzz and I felt Martha moving her knees apart, and I lifted,
and as I lifted and settled my body between her thighs she grinned at me
naughtily and hissed "Yes" and opened her thighs until her feet were
joined under my chest and Ronnie sat up on her haunches and watched
silently with a look of intense interest as I dipped my tongue into
Martha's slit and licked slowly upward and Martha's head dropped back and
she smiled toward the ceiling and sighed "Mmmm," and Ronnie uttered
raptly "God, Martha, nobody ever did *that* to me, either," and Martha
sighed as I did it again and she said "Oh, he's so good at this," and
Ronnie watched me as I repeated the long introductory lick again and then
settled my tongue in the firm ledge around her clit and began making
small circles with the tip of my tongue and Martha raised her head and
looked down at me with a contented little smirk and Ronnie settled onto
her tummy with her head near Martha's head and she and Martha traded
glances and Ronnie grinned at her and asked "Is it good?" and Martha
gasped and said "Oh, yes, Ronnie, it's...mmm...very good," and Ronnie
asked "What does it feel like?" and Martha chuckled and swallowed with
mounting pleasure and said "Ronnie, I have no idea how to describe this,"
and Ronnie glanced at me and said "Steven, no fair," and Martha said
"Take it easy, Ronnie, you'll get yours." and Ronnie said "I wouldn't
know what to do, I've never done this," and Martha gasped as I worked and
she said "Just tell him what you like, hon," and Ronnie said "I wouldn't
know what to tell him," and Martha said "Don't worry, Steven's good at
figuring it out," and she stroked the back of my neck as my tongue licked
and pressed and Ronnie asked "Doesn't his mouth get tired?" and Martha
shook her head no and said "Ah," and I made a motion to rise and start on
Ronnie but Martha held my head and said "Wait, hon, wait a minute...a
little more...a little more," and Ronnie grinned surprisingly at Martha
and asked "It really feels that good?" and Martha said "God, yes," and
then Martha patted me on the shoulder and said "Okay, hon," and I stopped
and she caught her breath and I moved up and hugged her and she kissed my
neck and pulled back and her eyes full of lust glittered into mine and
she whispered "Be good to Ronnie, hon."
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THE ADVENTURES OF ME AND MARTHA JANE
by S.J.R.
PART 12B:
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