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Allison's Second Times
by Oldfart (flcurry@mindspring.com)

***

Allison and her friend, Sandi, return to the cabin for 
even more fun. (MM/ff-teens, orgy)

***

                        (9)

Sandi and Alison sat at their usual table in the 
cafeteria. The school food was as bad as ever, a dry 
Jell-O salad, cardboard hamburger and soggy French-
fries. 

"This junk is inedible," Sandi said with scorn, pushing 
it to the side of her plate.

"Not nearly as nice as sperm, I'll bet," Alison said, 
giggling mischievously.

"You liked that, did you?" Sandi responded with a 
smile. "Hey, it's not a problem, just takes practice 
and the right attitude."

"Well, next weekend I want to try it."

"OK, I'll keep that in mind. How do you feel?"

"I feel great! I was a little stiff today in my upper 
legs, but my morning exercises loosened that up 
quickly. Like I said, a perfectly enjoyable 
experience."

"We strive to please," Sandi said smugly. "Notice 
anything different in the way your parents are acting?"

"Mom looked at me funny this morning. She caught me 
limping around. I told her it was just a sprain. I 
don't think she suspects."

"Probably not. My mother didn't discover I was fucking 
for years, and then only because I was psychologically 
tired of living a double standard. She accepts it now, 
I think, although I can tell she doesn't like it."

"Sandi, do you want to tell me something?"

"Sure, it's no secret." Some of the girls at nearby 
tables saw that Sandi was beginning another one of her 
stories, and three of them moved over to the table 
where Alison and Sandi were sitting. 

"I was seeing Frank, the redheaded guy that's dating 
Lisa Rowlands now. We had been sleeping together for 
about a month, in a tree house he has in his backyard, 
very romantic, but I was always able to get home by 
ten. Well, one day we got together right after school."

"Ugh, Frank is dorky." The girls all turned to look at 
the chubby blond who had broken into Sandi's tale. 
"Well, he is funny looking. He has buck teeth and 
freckles," the girl said, "and he's shorter than you 
are."

"And he's sweet and interesting and level headed," 
Sandi said dryly, "and he listens when you talk and 
doesn't interrupt what you're saying."

"Go on," Alison urged.

"So, we had been fucking around for about three hours, 
off and on," she smiled at her pun, "and I had spent 
the previous two weeks working hard on my physics 
project, and I was tired and the cot was comfortable 
and the night was warm and, well, anyway, we fell 
asleep in each other's arms. Slept until about two 
thirty in the morning. I awoke with a start and threw 
on my clothes but, just as I was climbing down the 
ladder, my mother and Frank's folks walked out the back 
door and saw me. My mother had gotten worried and 
finally had just driven over to Frank's, woke his 
parents up out of a sound sleep, they thought I had 
gone home long ago, and they were all standing there 
when Frank and I came down."

"Weren't you embarrassed?"

"Relieved is more like it. I never liked hiding and 
sneaking. Frank's parents really came down hard on him 
though, and he wasn't allowed to see me for over a 
month. Shows what they knew, he'd slept in that tree 
house with other girls before me. By the time we saw 
each other again we had grown apart, although actually 
we had been dating others while we were sleeping 
together."

"Gosh, Sandi," one of the other girls said, "if my mom 
caught me like that, she'd kill me."

"Oh, I'm lucky in my mother," Sandi allowed. "We do 
talk some about my sexual 'escapades' as she calls 
them. She's truly concerned about me, but, I think 
mostly, about what others will think. I appreciate her 
concern, but I've made my choice. You can't live your 
life for other people."

"I'd live my life for Roger Cross," another girl said 
dreamily. "He's just perfect."

"Your choice," Sandi responded, not unkindly. "But do 
it because you want to."

"My Mom makes me tell her everything," the chubby blond 
volunteered. "When I get home from a date it's the 
third degree for hours. I feel like a prisoner."

"Do you tell her the truth?"

"Of course not. She'd never let me date again."

"I'll tell you what I've learned," Sandi said. "If 
you're talking to an adult, and some grownups aren't 
adults, I admit, it's better to be truthful. In the 
long run they will treat you better and trust you 
more."

"Oh, I could never do that."

"Maybe that's why your mother gives you the third 
degree. Anyway, I think I probably hoped that I would 
be found out and that's why I let myself fall asleep 
that night. 

"Still, it was worth it. I really liked Frank. He was 
quite willing to experiment. We'd tried bondage on each 
other and had even used towels as whips, but I found I 
don't like that."

The girls' mouths, including Alison's, were hanging 
open in disbelief. "You're kidding," one of them said.

"Not at all. Usually I tied him to the bed first, with 
some soft cord, and then sucked him to erection. I 
would play with him a while, and, just as he was 
getting ready to cum, I'd pull away. He said he loved 
it. I also sat on his face and made him eat me while I 
sucked him. Then he did the same to me. He'd tie me to 
the bed and eat me until I would go crazy. Then he'd 
make me suck him off while he licked me to climax."

"That's weird," the blond said. "What if he had hurt 
you?"

"That's when honesty and level headedness come in," 
Sandi countered. "Frank was open to anything but always 
stayed in control. We trusted each other a lot. That's 
part of what made the friendship so rich."

"Too strange for me," the blond girl said, shaking her 
head. But when she looked back at Sandi there was awe 
in her eyes. "I've got to get back to class."

"See you tomorrow," Sandi offered, knowing that she had 
found another person who might start coming to her for 
guidance.

                         (10) 

At home, Alison's first week as an ex-virgin wasn't 
much different than before. She went to school and 
tennis practice, did her homework, watched TV, and went 
out to the movies or hung out at the mall with her 
friends. She found herself feeling somewhat superior 
and more proud, because she knew something many of her 
peers didn't, but mostly she acted the way she always 
acted. She didn't speak out, and she didn't change her 
life as a result of her trip with Sandi. She was 
looking forward to the next weekend, but that would 
take care of itself. Mostly, she was concerned about 
the upcoming move.

Monday evening, her mother said in frustration, "Not 
tonight! I can't cook another meal in this kitchen! 
We're going out!"

It turned out to be an enjoyable evening at the 
restaurant, but Alison was worried because she knew 
that her family was running short of money. Her Dad had 
been working as a technical writer for one of the 
manufacturing firms in town, and the recession had hit 
his company hard. All of the employees were on 60 
percent time, only working three days per week. 

So her family was leaving for California, where her Dad 
had a friend who worked for a semiconductor firm. She 
knew that her parents were worried about the move 
because her Dad would only be hired as a temporary 
employee, but she also knew that there were few 
professional jobs in town. 

After they returned home her brother and sister left 
for the library to work on some term papers. 

"Do we really want to move? I got another offer today 
from the paint store," she heard her Dad say to her mom 
from the kitchen. She was in the dining room studying. 
"Rich Crower set it up for me. They pay twelve seventy 
five per hour for a forty-four hour week."

"I can average fifteen dollars per hour at the drive-
in, including tips," her Mom countered. "And I don't 
have to work for Amos Rice." Alison knew her dad and 
Amos, who owned the paint store and many other city 
businesses, had had a falling out many years ago.

"I won't have you going back to waitressing," her dad 
said truculently, "no matter how good your legs look."

"Do you still find them attractive? Even after three 
kids?" Alison's mother was a very nice looking woman, 
but her legs were her crowning glory. Although she was 
in her late thirties, her legs were smooth, supple and 
nicely curved. 

She had taken dance when she was younger and had kept 
doing exercises. As the fashions changed, she had done 
running, then aerobics, then low-impact aerobics and 
calamities. And she had taught Alison how to play 
tennis. They still had good matches together although 
Alison had surpassed her Mom long ago.

"No, I find them irresistible" she heard her father 
say, and she knew that her mother's legs and the shorts 
that she insisted on wearing around the house had 
excited her dad into another round of "sex in the 
kitchen." She and her brother and sister knew to be 
careful about entering a room without checking first. 
They had caught their parents too often in states of 
non socially-acceptable excitement.

Alison smiled warmly. She decided that, now that she 
had had sex herself, it might be instructive to see 
what grownups did, after they had been married forever. 
She closed her geometry book and crept over to the 
door.

Up until this moment, she had considered her parent's 
open sexuality somewhat abhorrent. As a little girl, 
and even after she became a teenager, she had had a 
streak of conservatism that turned her against sex by 
other than her peers, and sometimes even against them. 
Alison realized that, after last weekend, her outlook 
had broadened considerably. She peeked through the 
crack of the kitchen door.

Her mother had taken off her shorts and panties, and 
was wearing only her blouse, sitting on the Formica 
countertop. Her beautiful legs were spread and her 
father had his head between them, sucking, licking and 
kissing her mother's cunt into readiness. As she 
watched, Alison's father reached down to unbuckle his 
pants. His tiny male ass jumped into view and his hard 
member swung free. 

It might have been humorous to anyone else, but to 
Alison it was truly touching to see the two people she 
loved the most desiring each other so much that they 
would couple in the kitchen, in spite of, or maybe, she 
thought to herself, because of who might interrupt 
them. She watched her father work his head up her 
mother's stomach, raising her blouse as he did, until 
he was licking her mother's breasts and his erect penis 
had aligned itself with her mom's well-prepared cunt. 
Her mom inched forward to the edge of the countertop, 
teasing her husband, offering herself slowly to him and 
his need for satisfaction.

Her dad threw his loins up against the countertop with 
a thump that made Alison wince. "He must have hurt his 
balls," she thought. But he didn't react, and the 
injury, if it existed, didn't slow his cock's 
relentless quest for entry into his wife's cunt. As 
Alison gazed, her mother inched closer and closer to 
the edge of the counter, finally taking the tip of her 
dad's ardent cock between her cunt lips. They paused, 
as if for dramatic effect, and with a cry, her mom 
threw herself forward, sliding off of the counter and 
down onto that rampant cock. 

Alison was transfixed. She thought about her own 
feelings the previous weekend and realized now why her 
mother's eyes turned up with rapture at the situation 
she was in.

Alison watched, fascinated by the picture of her 
father's cock disappearing into her mother's cunt. Her 
mom wrapped her legs over her dad's hips and, in a 
touching parody of a dance, he proceeded to waltz her 
around the room.

"Gosh," Alison thought to herself, "no wonder people 
get married." She was getting wet at the sight, and, 
although she had already masturbated twice that day, 
she slipped her hand under the waistband of her slacks, 
and began to tickle and touch her clit.

Her Mom was whispering into her Dad's ear while he 
lifted her hips, ramming himself in and pulling her off 
of his substantial male weapon. As she felt the first 
blush of sexual release, Alison could hear her mom call 
on her Dad to strike harder and deeper. With a sigh of 
satisfaction, Alison felt her body begin to climax as 
she heard her Mom begin to scream and cry. She knew 
they were coming together, and she sank to her knees as 
she let down a sweet, long, liquid, lingering cum. She 
looked through the crack of the door at her mom's face 
and knew that she had shared an experience that few 
children had known.

                         (11)

"Now, I'm going to teach you how to suck cock."

"OK, but we don't have one to suck."

"Hey, I'm not going to send you out into the court 
until you're fully trained. Any girl can do an amateur 
job. I'm here to make sure you're proficient and you'll 
give a performance worthy of being associated with me."

"I await your instruction, my master."

"Then here it is." Smiling eagerly, Sandi reached under 
the bed and held up a little bag. She reached in and 
pulled out a realistic rubber penis. It was hard 
rubber, with a smooth finish but ribbed near the base. 
Alison licked her lips and giggled.

"Very pretty." She took the proffered item, slowly drew 
the tip toward her pouting lips. Looking at Sandi, she 
kissed it lightly, then licked it. They both laughed. 
She took it into her mouth. "Mumm. Good." They laughed 
again. "I like the dirty parts," Alison said.

"There's nothing dirty about it," Sandi said. "If the 
man keeps clean, there is no more danger than kissing. 
You should always start slowly, though, since normally 
he starts out limp and tender and will feel very 
vulnerable with your teeth around his flesh. Suck it in 
further. That's it. Let your tongue play against the 
skin. Now some more."

Suddenly Alison gagged and started coughing. She 
quickly took the dildo out and covered her mouth with 
her hand, then bent over, trying to regain her breath. 
"Too fast," Sandi comforted her. "As I said, it takes 
practice, and the most important thing to learn is how 
not to gag. You can practice with any cylindrical-
shaped object, or even your fingers. I recommend you do 
it after masturbating. Your fingers will be wet then 
anyway."

"Yeah, they sure are. What about the ejaculate? Is 
there anything wrong with swallowing it?"

"Not a thing. You don't have to, of course, but if you 
can it will make things simpler and more natural. 
Sometimes the food the man eats affects the taste, so 
sometimes you will have problems and sometimes you 
won't. You won't have any of those kinds of problems 
with the guys I provide. Now, try it again"

Alison returned the dildo to her mouth. She sucked it 
in and then pushed it out with her tongue. "Hold the 
bottom part in your hand, otherwise he may shove it too 
far down your throat in the heat of passion and make 
you choke. Eventually you should be able to take all of 
it in a "deep throat" maneuver. See how far you can 
take it now. Lick around it too, like an ice cream 
cone."

Alison licked fervently, as she had licked Derek's cock 
tip on the last weekend. "Now put it in as far as you 
can." Alison inserted about three inches before she 
began to feel uncomfortable. "Message it with your 
mouth and tongue. When you hear those groans of 
pleasure, you'll know you're doing it right. You can do 
the same thing with a cock in your vagina, by the way. 
Belly-dancing can help you learn to control those 
muscles."

Alison pulled the dildo out and kissed it, more 
seriously this time. "Now, lie down on your back and 
hang your head over the edge." Alison rolled over on 
her back and shifted her body up. She looked at her 
upside-down girlfriend. "Now slide it in. That's it. 
Take a breath and hold it. Now see how far you can go."

Alison slid the dildo into her mouth and discovered to 
her surprise that she could handle another couple of 
inches. "You need to line your throat up to get the 
maximum result." Alison slid it in and out. The feel of 
inches of dildo sliding between her lips and back up 
into her throat pleased her. Yes! She could do this! 
She pulled it back and took another breath, held it, 
and slid the dildo in again, farther, farther and YES! 
She did it, she felt the ribbed area slide between her 
teeth and the base touched her lips. 

"Well done." Alison pulled the model out and held it up 
proudly, glistening along its entire length with her 
saliva. 

"Well I'm willing," she said. "I'll continue to 
practice religiously, and I'll be ready if I get the 
chance."

                          (12)

The next night Alison walked down to the end of the 
block to the Peterson's house. She was glad for the 
opportunity to earn some money babysitting. The 
Petersons often called her on Wednesdays when they went 
to the movies. Their nine-month old baby was the joy of 
their lives, but they knew that they had to have time 
together too.

"Hi, Mr. Peterson, I'm here," Alison said as she opened 
the door. Ralph Peterson came out of the kitchen wiping 
his hands on a dishtowel. 

"Come in, Alison, come in," he said as he walked up to 
her and kissed her forehead. Her parents had known each 
other since before Alison was born. 

"How's Gregory?"

"He's already in bed. He shouldn't be any trouble. If 
you need us we'll be at the Orpheum." Mr. Peterson 
shrugged on his jacket as his wife walked out of the 
bedroom, already in her coat.

"If you get hungry, there's some cold chicken in the 
fridge, with coke and juice," Sue Peterson told Alison. 
"We should be home by 10:30."

"Thanks," Alison replied. "I have a lot of studying to 
do."

"See you later," Ralph said as he opened the door for 
his wife. He shut it with a click and Alison threw the 
deadbolt.

She walked into the dining room and spread her books 
out on the bare oak table. 

After about an hour she decided to check on the baby. 
She walked into the darkened bedroom and tiptoed over 
to the crib. She reached her hand in to feel his 
diaper. He was wet, but he hadn't even awakened. "What 
a kid," Alison said to him. She lifted him out of the 
crib and took him over to the changing table.

She took off the wet diaper and began to clean Gregory 
up by wiping him with one of the Kleen-Wipes from a box 
by the bed. These were a special brand that did not use 
alcohol, which Mrs. Peterson thought would irritate 
Gregory's skin. As she wiped the sleeping baby she 
noticed his little pecker began to get hard and stiff.

"Wow, I've heard about this," she said to herself. She 
moved down his smooth tummy with her hand and let her 
tissue-padded fingers touch his little scrotum. She 
looked around guiltily. Should she do it? Who would 
know? Gregory? But he was asleep!

Cautiously she lowered her mouth over him and took his 
little penis between her lips. She licked it wetly, and 
when it was well-coated with saliva, she took the whole 
thing in her mouth. She sucked gently. Gregory 
whimpered, but quieted immediately. Alison began to 
suck on his penis in earnest. It grew! She sucked 
harder. This was exciting! She licked his little 
scrotum, and a warm flood of emotion swept through her. 
She got dizzy and stopped, but soon found herself back 
to licking and sucking.

The baby remained asleep and after a while, Alison 
quit. Her mouth felt soft and fragrant. She licked her 
lips, put a clean diaper on Gregory and put him back to 
bed.

                        (13) 

Sandi and Alison's second drive to the mountain cabin 
was even more relaxed than their first. Sandi asked 
Alison what she had liked most about the previous 
weekend. "Oh, I liked it all," Alison said. "It was 
just like you said it would be. But especially I liked 
the last fuck, with me on top. You know, I think I 
came, really came, three times! It was just wonderful. 
Men are so nice. Warm and loving, and so tender."

"Not all men." Sandi said. "You have to watch your step 
where men are concerned." Alison looked at Sandi and 
drew her attention to what Sandi was saying. She knew 
her lessons were continuing.

"Many men don't equate fucking with tenderness, and 
some of them get off on verbal, or even physical, 
abuse. Also, once they've had you they think they own 
you. Go slowly, once you've found a guy you want to 
fuck. If all you're looking for is a one night stand, 
let him know it, but watch him when he answers you. 
Even if he agrees, he could be lying. He might come 
back wanting more, or maybe try to lay a power trip on 
you. Look for somebody sincere as a bed partner, not 
just someone good looking.

"I found that out the hard way. I'd been dating this 
really good-looking guy, and we'd had some pretty good 
times. I'd only been fucking for a few years, and was 
still quite young, but I thought he was OK. I was 
attracted to him so much that I didn't keep my head and 
watch out for the trouble signs. I decided I wanted to 
fuck with him, and I arranged an evening at the 
apartment of a male friend who was away.

"He was good. Very virile. I liked his capability and 
staying power but, unfortunately, didn't notice when he 
started bossing me around.

"A week or so later, on the way home from a date, he 
stopped the car near the bus barn."

"Bedroom central?" Alison asked. "Didn't you know what 
was going on?"

"Sure I did, but by then it was too late. I liked him 
as a sex partner, but I didn't want to screw in the 
front seat of his stupid car. I suppose if I had made 
it clear to him earlier that I had certain standards, 
we might have made some mutually satisfactory 
arrangements. He was a jerk, though. He was way too 
involved with himself. That was obvious by the way he 
acted."

"You mean, he raped you?" Alison asked worriedly. "God, 
that's horrible."

"It really was. I've never let it happen again, but I 
can see how other girls get caught. 

"He stopped the car and put the keys in his pocket. 
Then he turned to me and put his hands on my shoulders. 
I already knew that he was very strong, much stronger 
than I am. I told him clearly that I wanted him to take 
me home, that I didn't want to fuck, but his hormones 
were raging and his natural streak of mean came out. I 
could see it in his face. He hit me on the ear and told 
me to 'Shut the fuck up.' He said I was going to get it 
and I might as well give in."

"What did you do?" Alison asked. She began to worry a 
little about the activity on which she had embarked, 
but she realized that, even if she had stayed a virgin, 
she could have ended up in the same place Sandi was 
describing, unless she refused to date entirely, and 
she didn't want to do that.

"I tried to get away, but he had fixed the locks on his 
car doors, and the electric windows, so that I couldn't 
open them. He pulled the top of my dress down and 
wrestled my bra off. I could tell he was getting off on 
physical abuse and got really worried. I tried to kick 
the car horn to get someone's attention, but he hit me 
again. Then he started calling me names, like 'whore' 
and 'slut', as though he had any right to judge. I 
could see that my struggles were only turning him on, 
so I went limp."

"You were really able to do that?" Alison asked in 
wonder. "I've heard that that's one possible response, 
but I don't think I could do it."

"Just pretend you're fainting," Sandi said with the 
first smile that had crossed her lips since the 
discussion started. "It's not hard. When there's 
nothing else to do, play possum."

"Did he quit?"

"Unfortunately, no. He slapped me around a bit, and bit 
my shoulders and breasts. He reached up my dress and 
pulled my panties off roughly, and tried to stick his 
cock into me, but he'd gone soft and couldn't get much 
penetration. You know, if he hadn't been so rotten, we 
could have had a good time, but he didn't want to have 
a good time, he wanted to rape me. I think I took that 
away from him by not fighting--boy he sure was mad! 

He never was really able to get it off, in the end. He 
finally came, but just barely, about halfway inside me 
and halfway out. He pushed me away angrily and drove me 
home. He didn't say anything until we got to my house, 
where he pushed me out of the car and said "If you ever 
tell anyone, I'll kill you." Then he slammed the door 
and squealed away."

"That's terrible," Alison said with tears in her eyes. 
She had never known anyone who had suffered anything 
similar, or at least no one who had ever told her about 
it. "How... what did you do?"

"Well, as it turns out, I had been dating a guy on the 
wrestling team. He was a very gentle fellow, but I 
guessed that part of the reason he was so gentle was 
that he had a temper that he was scared of and needed 
to control. I told him about it."

"You mean the great Sandi Cooper went crying to a man?" 
Alison said excitedly. She realized immediately that it 
was a mean thing to say, but Sandi always seemed so 
capable, and Alison realized that she had just been 
feeling such sadness that her mind, maybe, was trying 
to replace it with another emotion, or ridicule. "Oh, 
I'm sorry," she said, "I didn't mean to say that."

"It's OK," Sandi said, looking at the steering wheel. 
"Actually I didn't go crying to him. We had been 
discussing rape. I arranged that I admit, and I told 
him the story. He showed some of his anger, as I 
expected he would. I had checked around, and found out 
the jerk had done the same thing to some other girls, 
and some had been hurt deeply, so I didn't really feel 
responsible for anything that happened to him. Whatever 
he got he deserved. On the other hand, you never know 
what drives a person--maybe to him what he was doing 
was reasonable. Most abusers were abused themselves, 
the experts say."

She glanced over at Alison then returned her eyes to 
the road. "Now don't get me wrong, I hated the asshole. 
Some women say they could kill the slime ball that did 
something like that to them. I didn't want that. But he 
needed to be taught a lesson.

"I told Steve the story, and Steve arranged to meet the 
guy as he was walking home from school."

"And...?"

"A broken nose, two broken fingers, a couple of hard 
kicks to the balls. Steve left him bleeding. I walked 
over, and told him if he ever forced a woman again, I'd 
arrange to have him impaired permanently. He saw that I 
meant it; his bowels let loose. I reached down and 
patted cheek, told him he needed therapy, and walked 
away."

"So what happened?"

"He actually went to therapy," Sandi replied. "As far 
as I know he's behaving. Sometimes a little corporal 
punishment is necessary, to get the guy's attention." 
Sandi smiled again.

"Yeah. I see what you mean," Alison admitted as they 
drove up beside the cabin. "Well, here we are. What do 
you have in mind for me this time?"

                         (14)

"Drop your suitcase off in your room and come on with 
me," Sandi said. Alison did as she was told, and 
followed Sandi through the living room and kitchen into 
the back yard. In front of the trees she was surprised 
to see eight males, boys and men, four sitting in deck 
chairs, drinking soft drinks, wine and beer and talking 
or playing chess, two playing volleyball, and two more 
sitting in a large hot tub. 

"I decided we'd all have a little party this weekend," 
Sandi said. She took Alison's hand and led her over to 
the men. "Derek and Al you know," she said, pointing to 
the two playing chess. "This is Ron, and Stuart." 
Alison recognized Ron as the boy who had fucked her 
from the rear last weekend. 

"That's Bob and James on the volleyball court." Bob was 
tall and blond. James was a medium-height black man, 
but built like a football player, with a big chest and 
strong legs. She saw him move quickly around the court. 
He seemed to be a better volleyball player than Bob. 

"And Stan and Curtis in the hot tub." Curtis, she saw, 
was the man with the big cock that she had fucked when 
she was on top, and that she had cum with three times. 
She looked at him and smiled. He winked and waved at 
her.

"Have a drink and some food," Sandi said, "and get 
acquainted." Alison was somewhat taken aback to be left 
alone, but then she thought to herself: "Hell, I've 
slept with three of these guys."

She threw her shoulders back and walked over and shook 
hands with first Ron and then Stuart. "Happy to meet 
you again," she said to Ron. "Hi, Stuart, I'm Alison." 
Stuart was a slim and handsome oriental guy, probably 
Chinese, who looked to be about 19 but could have been 
35. He had a great smile. 

"We've all heard about you from Sandi," Stuart replied.

"Oh, and what does she say about me?"

"She says you are a clear headed kid who knows what she 
wants and is willing to take some risks if the rewards 
are worth it."

"Well, that's certainly complementary." Alison smiled. 
She was tingling with excitement and anticipation. She 
continued talking with the men as they watched the two 
chess-players, and dug into some of the party food, 
when she saw Sandi walk around and talk quietly to the 
four other guys. In a minute, Sandi walked back to her.

"We all think it's too hot to leave our clothes on." 
Sandi said, her hands working the buttons on her light 
linen dress. Alison turned to see that the men were 
taking off their shirts and shoes. James already had 
his shirt off. Stuart and Ron started unbuttoning their 
jeans. Alison followed them automatically, reaching up 
to unbutton her blouse. She shrugged it off and hung it 
on a chair then looked around nervously and unclipped 
her bra. She hesitated, then pulled it off, exposing 
her breasts. Her face flushed with embarrassment, but 
when the others began to climb out of their jeans and 
cut-offs, she unzipped her skirt and bravely let it and 
her panties fall to the ground. She stepped gingerly 
out of her shoes onto the grass, and noted that all of 
the pine needles seemed to have been raked up. The soft 
thick lawn felt good under her feet.

"Go ahead, have a good time," Sandi said, her now-naked 
body shining ivory and statuesque in the sunlight, as 
she turned back to talk to the two in the hot tub, who 
had already been naked.

"Well," Alison said with a soft huff of breath as her 
cheeks burned. She lowered her eyes. It embarrassed her 
to think of her nude body exposed to all those strange 
male eyes. The men politely tried not to stare at her 
nakedness as they began the conversation again, but her 
nipples hardened, "Damn things, always give me away!" 
she thought, and her thighs began to tingle under their 
sidelong glances. Her long hair tickled her bare back, 
and the breeze ruffled her light pubic hair. Out of the 
corner of her eye, she could see some of the men's 
cocks begin to twitch and fill and straighten. The warm 
sun rained down on her, and she flushed and warmed in 
response. "I think I'll sit down," she said.

She sat carefully, the canvas rough against her bare 
bottom. The four men moved their deck chairs nearer 
hers. At first she held her legs modestly tight 
together, or crossed them at her knees, but, as the 
nearby cocks continued to grow, she relaxed a little 
and let her legs spread naturally apart. The sun and 
breeze felt good on her cunt. "Do you often do this?" 
Alison asked them nervously.

"Yeah, Sandi is a real fan of nudity," Ron answered. 
"She also sees that we get lots of exercise."

"That's a good idea..." Alison started to say, then 
realized what kind of exercise Ron was talking about 
and cleared her throat. "I play tennis, myself."

"So do I," Ron offered. "Maybe we could have a game 
sometime."

"That would be great. I expect we'd have to wear 
clothes, though."

Her four friends laughed. The two men from the 
volleyball court joined them. Alison looked over her 
shoulder and started. A dangling penis hung just inches 
from her face. It was large and drooped out of a curly 
bush of dark yellow pubic hair. The stomach above it 
was flat and shoulders wide. The man, Alison recalled 
his name was Bob, smiled down at Alison and set his 
chair next to hers.

"I'm Bob, and this is James." Alison shook hands. 

Fascinated by the parts of men she had so seldom seen, 
she started to look more closely at the six men sitting 
near her, studying their bodies and openly glancing 
down at their laps. Their skin was whiter around their 
hips. Even James' black skin was lighter. It framed 
their curly public hair from which their stiff penises 
poked. 'Jesus,' she thought. 'All that cock! Let's see, 
six inches times six men makes one full yard of erect 
meat.' It was too much! 

Alison giggled imagining a cock 36 inches long. The men 
looked at her and smiled. The area between her legs was 
getting warmer and wetter. She wanted to invite someone 
to go into the house with her for some lovemaking, but 
she couldn't decide where to start. She looked over at 
Sandi and noticed that she was in the tub with the 
remaining two men. She seemed to be very close to one 
guy and staring him in the face.

Ron and Stuart were talking about the recent county 
elections and asked her whom she had voted for. "Oh, 
I'm not old enough to vote," she replied, trying hard 
to concentrate. Her eyes kept drifting down to their 
growing erections. She could smell the sweat on Bob. 

The conversation ranged over many subjects: music, the 
cost of clothes, and the possibility of a new mall in 
town. Alison joined in, but found it hard to keep her 
mind on the subject. She was lightheaded and dizzy. The 
clean air filled her lungs with energy. Her body 
tingled, and the sunlight seemed to diffuse into a 
golden radiance. She grinned as pure delight swept over 
her. Her sexual tissues began to swell. Her cunt was 
wet and ready. 

She was talking to Stuart, staring into his deep blue 
eyes, when he gestured with an upward lift of his head 
and held out his arms to her. She rose, as if 
entranced, floated over to where he sat, took his hands 
and swung her legs under the arms of his chair, sitting 
on his bare lap facing him. She snuggled up close, 
moved her hands to his shoulders and continued to gaze 
into his clear eyes.

Stuart's cock pressed hot against her lower stomach. 
She looked down and saw it sticking up between them, 
framed in her view by her breasts. Stuart's chest was 
lightly covered by reddish hair and his stomach was 
hard and corded. She compared his body to hers. Her 
lower belly was slightly rounded and smooth, but firm 
from her gymnastic training. Her breasts were large, 
but well formed and bouncy. Stuart's shoulders were 
broad and he had freckles on his chest and arms. Her 
shoulders were smooth and unblemished. Her tanned skin 
glowed like gold.

The rosy head of Stuart's cock stared up at her with 
its one eye, nestled comfortably between their bellies. 
It was hard and stiff and quite long, reaching well 
past her naval. "My," she thought to herself, "I wonder 
how I'll ever be able to hold all that." 

She leaned forward and kissed Stuart lightly on the 
lips, ran her hands through his curly hair, and rubbed 
herself against his hard cock, feeling his maleness 
with her soft female organs, pressing her stiff nipples 
against his chest. She rose up a few inches, tipped her 
hips forward and sat back down swiftly, stroking her 
pussy lips and clit up against his hard flesh, wetting 
it with her fluids. She repeated this move, kissing 
Stuart's cock with her clit and cunt while kissing his 
mouth with her lips and tongue.

She was getting really hot and horny now. Stuart's 
hands were caressing her round buns. She couldn't wait 
any longer to take him to the house. Expectantly, she 
tried to stand up. Stuart held tight to her ass and 
kept her from rising. He gripped her hips and pulled 
her against his cock. "Gosh," she thought to herself, 
"here?"

As though he could read her mind, Stuart whispered, 
"It's OK." Alison nodded and, while Stuart buried his 
face in her breasts, reached down and guided his 
straining cock into the warm opening of her consuming 
cunt. She slowly lowered herself onto his hard shaft, 
moving carefully. She could feel her tender inner 
tissues stretch around Stewart's cock as she gorged 
herself on him. She took a few inches into her then 
thought of what the others must be seeing. A wave of 
embarrassment swept over her and she gulped. "I can't 
do this," she thought. 

She stood back up again, slowly. Stuart let her rise up 
but stopped her before he fell out. He pulled her down 
again. This time his cock was well lubricated with her 
pussy juice, and she slid down an additional inch or 
two. Again Stuart allowed her to rise, but not leave, 
then pulled her down farther onto him. It took several 
tries and a little squirming before they got the whole 
length in.

They were both breathing hard by the time she had fully 
enveloped him. Alison had no interest in leaving now. 
She kissed Stuart again, puffing and sweating. She rose 
up, stroking the length of his cock with her inner 
cunt, then voluntarily sat down again on her own this 
time and tightened around the base of his cock with her 
pussy lips. 

She rose again from his lap, guided by his hard rod, 
squeezing him tightly with her cunt as she stood, and 
releasing him when she returned again to her seat. She 
found it was possible with care to lift nearly all the 
way off of his cock, to where her pussy lips almost 
closed around the head of his penis, so that he opened 
her beautifully each time she slid back down onto him. 
It was like being entered anew each time. She reveled 
in the feeling of abandon as he found his way into her.

She imagined having a collection of men sitting in a 
circle, their cocks stiff and ready. She saw herself 
moving from man to man around the circle, impaling 
herself on first one cock and then the next, letting 
each enter her just once to taste her treasures, and 
letting the one who finally came inside her get the 
jackpot. 

She rubbed her swelling clitoris on Stuart's lower 
stomach while she slid up and down on him. Her body 
sang with emotion. She had been looking forward to this 
all week. Each time she stood up, Stuart buried his 
face in her breasts, licking and sucking them. He 
closed his hands on her tight buttocks, guiding her up 
and down. She shut her eyes and sped up the pace. 

She was super slick now and could piston faster on his 
steely shaft, levering herself up with her hands on his 
shoulders. She felt really smooth inside, like a well-
oiled bearing. She started humming to herself as she 
worked on him. A tingling swept over her, and the walls 
of her vagina started pounding heavily against his 
great hard cock. She threw her head back and cried out.

But she didn't stop driving herself onto him. Even with 
her super slickness, she could feel him touch every 
square inch of her, like a closely fitting part. Her 
tissues were formed around his cylindrical shaft, tight 
as a bushing. Her vaginal muscles beat heavily and 
repeatedly against his hard flesh as it slid by. She 
huffed and puffed with the release of her rush. 
Suddenly, Stuart broke her rhythm and held her fully 
down on him, sealing her cunt with the base of his cock 
and the top of his scrotum. She spread her legs wider 
and snuggled down, holding him tightly. He went off 
inside her with a hard thump and began filling her 
belly with hot cum. 

She answered him with a thumping cum of her own. She 
could feel him beating deep inside her, as she 
responded by pounding tightly around him. She raised 
her face to the sky. Her eyes were closed and she 
licked her lips as she grunted and snorted in his lap. 
She felt the warm pressure build inside her as he 
filled her vaginal chamber full. Finally, he shuddered 
and, with one last pump, laid his head on her shoulder. 
She kissed his hair. The top of her vagina was swollen 
with fluid. His cock was so hard and tight inside her, 
and filled her so fully, that it took a couple of 
minutes before any cum began seeping out of her cunt.

                       (15)

When Stuart seemed calm, Alison slid slowly up and off 
of his still hard, but now slick, cock. She stood 
shakily and looked around. Strangely, the conversation 
had not lapsed, but had continued even as the other men 
had watched her fuck Stuart. "They must have done this 
before," she thought to herself as Al reached out to 
her and took her wrist. He pulled her over, swung her 
around so that she was facing away from him, and as she 
bent her knees to sit, he guided his stiff cock into 
her newly-fucked cunt. He slid in easily, and she 
settled herself back in his lap, his hardness resting 
comfortably inside her.

Unfortunately, in this position she could not get much 
clitoral stimulation. Also, her cunt was still numb 
from her bout with Stuart. She tried squirming and 
rubbing her thighs together, rolling Al's hard cock 
inside her, but, with the group now visible in front of 
her, she found herself forgetting about sex and getting 
back into the conversation. 

Al still filled her warmly, but she ceased trying to 
work on him and sat back, a little girl in his lap, her 
head resting in the crook of his shoulder. "Imagine," 
she thought to herself, "here I am being fucked, and 
it's like it is the most natural thing in the world."

Her eyes ranged over the men. They were a varied group, 
big and small, plain and craggily handsome. She reveled 
in their physical nakedness and the emotional honesty 
of the conversation. The lack of clothes seemed to 
break the normal barriers to openness of expression. 
She found herself giving vent to ideas that she would 
normally suppress in a new group. She was, initially, 
concerned that this would lead to arguments or hard 
feelings, but the lack of clothing served to forestall 
anger. She found that she was excited, and enormously 
entertained, by the vigor and color of the discussion.
 
After about fifteen minutes, Al grabbed her hips with 
his hands and with a soft whimper, shot his load inside 
her. She was surprised by it, because, she admitted to 
herself guiltily, she had been listening in what was 
being said and had really forgotten that they were 
still conjoined. Her vagina respond with soft 
contractions, and a warmth suffused her upper body. She 
realized she was coming, not violently like before, but 
sweet and satisfying all the same. "That's nice," she 
said, for all to hear.

Alison continued to sit in Al's lap, his soft cock 
still inside her. She was eminently comfortable, 
cuddled and loved. She continued to converse, but the 
subject wandered onto something she was not interested 
in. She looked to the next man in the circle. It was 
James. She was a little worried because James was 
black, but nobody seemed concerned when she stood up 
off of Al's wet lap and advanced toward him. 

James rose as she approached and smiled broadly, 
looking down only at her. His massive body loomed above 
hers, his huge chest and strong legs gleaming dark. She 
suddenly felt very small and helpless in his shadow. 
She crouched down, shielding herself from his intense 
gaze, and approached him more slowly and tenuously. She 
had never been this close to anyone so big! She put her 
hand to her mouth and realized that she wasn't biting 
her thumbnail, but rather sucking her thumb. She 
lowered her hand.

She stared up wide-eyed at James' huge muscled body, 
and at his thick black cock, which stood out so 
threateningly from his midnight-black wiry pubic hair. 
He radiated male energy into the air around him. She 
was overawed in his presence, and her legs went weak. 
"What do I do now?" she thought to herself as her mouth 
fell open. "Where's Sandi when I need her?"

But she was committed. She forced herself to stand up 
straight, swallowed her fear, held her arms out and 
stepped bravely toward James. He took a step toward her 
in response. He bent down, and she thought he was going 
to hug her, but instead he put one hand behind her 
shoulders and the other under her small bare bottom. To 
her amazement, he lifted her clear up off of the ground 
as if she didn't weigh an ounce, and held her away from 
him, his long, muscular arms extended so that she was 
sitting on one of his hands and leaning back against 
the other. His palms were dry and soft against her bare 
back and ass. The bulging muscles under his ebony skin 
gleamed in the sunlight.

With her feet off of the ground, her long legs spread 
naturally apart. Her eyes widened with anxiety as James 
drew her slowly toward him. She looked down in wonder 
as her wet and puffy cunt inexorably approached his 
huge erect cock. Her feet brushed past his thighs. Her 
knees spread as they touched his hips. His stiff black 
member approached her pink, glistening sex. The tip 
touched and spread her tender labia, pushing aside the 
swollen tissues. 

She felt herself being stretched wider and wider as he 
continued to pull her closer. He was melting into her 
body as she flowed onto him. Her breathing became a 
series of gasps. He didn't stop pulling until his cock 
had entirely disappeared into her. She gulped and 
hooked her arms around his shoulders.

She had noticed that, after their initial erections, 
the other men's cocks had gotten smaller. She thought 
that that hadn't happened to James, he was still so 
big. But she found out she was very wrong when he began 
to grow noticeably larger inside her small body. She 
squeaked with surprise. This wasn't at all like her 
bout with Al. She could feel every inch of James' huge 
cock distending her, and her clit pressing against his 
steely hard meat. 

She crossed her legs behind his back, as her mother had 
done to her father the previous week. She was still 
having trouble breathing. She hugged James' broad 
shoulders and buried her face in his chest. He moved 
his hands down to her ass and helped her set herself 
firmly on his massive rod.

James then proceeded to walk over to the table as 
though she weren't there and help himself to some food! 
She could only think of the huge cock inside her, but 
when he offered her some food and drink, she accepted. 
She was afraid at first that she wouldn't be able to 
hold any of it, her belly was so filled already by the 
mass of cock meat it was holding, but she found that 
the food tasted good and the wine made her relax and 
feel even better. 

James continued to walk around, carrying her like a 
baby in a front carrier, one arm around her back and a 
hand under her ass. Her breasts squeezed against his 
wide chest, as she hugged him to her with one of her 
hands hanging around his neck and the other playing its 
fingers over his broad chest. The walking jiggled her 
clit, and the pressure from all that cock inside her 
was really turning her on. 

James continued walking and talking, not as though she 
wasn't there, he politely included her in the 
conversation, but not paying any attention to the fact 
he was fucking her senseless. She couldn't keep her 
eyes open; she kept drifting off in a sexual trance. 
She thought of herself riding a horse, a beautiful 
black stallion, bareback and naked, with its shiny hard 
back bumping her between her legs as she rode. James 
wasn't violent, he just walked around and let her 
climax blossom. With each step, she received a bump to 
clitoris, which was supporting much of her weight.
 
After a long, hard time, heat began to flow from 
between her legs up her body and her cunt exploded, 
sending wave after wave of pleasure through her and 
raining her juices onto James' cock. She could feel the 
liquid running down her ass crack as her asshole 
squished up against his balls. The pounding of her 
climax washed through her. She felt an intense relief.

James heard her moan and felt her cum. He smiled, his 
white teeth gleaming, luxuriating in the feeling of her 
sweet young body caressing his hard cock with 
contractions and anointing it with her moisture. Alison 
cried out with joy, nibbling and biting his chest. She 
leaned back, hanging onto his shoulders, and swung 
herself back and forth as she cooed and moaned with 
pleasure. As she finally began to come down from the 
delicious peak, he grinned even wider. "Now," he said 
in his deep, resonant voice, and she snapped her eyes 
open wide as she felt him return her contractions with 
eruptive contractions of his own. 

His ejaculations started way down at the root of his 
cock and traveled strongly up to the tip. She could 
feel the ripple of the pulses push through the entrance 
to her vagina and travel up until a great load of cum 
burst out inside her when it left his cock. She started 
blacking out again as she answered his climax with 
another of her own. Her body was wracked with bliss. 
She held James' shoulders and felt herself jump with 
each load he shot into her. Her body grabbed at all 
that wonderful cum, drinking it in, stuffing it into 
all the corners and unfilled areas of her, soaking it 
up like nectar.

She leaned back, and he held her in his arms. Her eyes 
closed as she ran her hands over her face and rubbed 
her breasts and belly, massaging them and increasing 
the physical sensations that were coursing through her. 
She reached out to him and pulled herself close.

He hugged her to him firmly but gently, while tears of 
happiness trickled down her face. She was more than 
satiated. He was still hard, and she felt as though she 
could rest here forever with pleasure on call, but even 
her gymnastically-trained body began to feel stiff and 
sore after what it had been through. She kissed him 
half apologetically, since he was still pleasuring her, 
lowered her legs and slipped off of his still-erect 
cock.

She sank gratefully into a chair while Bob handed her a 
towel and a warm, wet washrag. She wiped the tears off 
of her face, then washed her cunt and inner thighs with 
the washrag and dried them with the towel. She spread 
the towel on the chair, since semen was still draining 
out of her cunt, and sat for a while trying to get her 
breath back. "James is a real cocksman," she heard 
someone say.

                       (16)

Alison rested for about ten minutes. The men didn't 
seem to mind. They continued to talk and laugh. Sandi 
joined them with the two guys from the hot tub, who 
looked played out. Sandi sat down next to Derek and 
started stroking his cock. Neither she nor Derek seemed 
to be paying much attention to the fact. 

When Alison became more aware of her surroundings, she 
looked around, interested in more sex, and finally 
settled on Bob. He was blond and tall and built like a 
basketball player, with square shoulders and strong 
legs. His skin was creamy pale, and she thought with 
concern that he might get a sunburn, her year-around 
tan meant that she herself hardly ever burned, but then 
she saw he was using a sunscreen on his shoulders, 
chest and thighs. 

"But his beautiful cock will get burned." She 
remembered it hanging in front of her face when he 
joined them. It was a nice long one and she wanted to 
see it again. She leaned farther and farther over his 
lap from her chair. She could see it resting like a 
small bird peaking out of his nest of dark golden pubic 
hair.

Grabbing the arm of her chair, she rose and, with a 
graceful turn, fell to her knees on the grass in front 
of him. Giggling as the soft grass tickled her ass and 
cunt, she put her hands on his knees and pushed his 
legs wide apart, exposing his gorgeous cock and 
beautiful balls. She playfully threw her head back to 
get her hair out of the way, then tossed her face into 
his lap, taking his cock fully into her mouth in one 
gulp and letting her hair spread out to cover his lower 
belly and thighs. "That'll protect him," she thought to 
herself with a grin. Bob petted the back of her head.

This was the first real cock she had ever had in her 
mouth so she investigated it with interest. Unlike 
Sandi's dildo, this was soft and warm and smooth. 
Slowly she pulled back, sucking its salty length. It 
grew as she tasted it, and soon it was too big for her 
small mouth to hold. She pulled back to the tip, 
carefully balancing the fleshy knob on her tongue. She 
lifted it with her hand and ran her tongue down the 
bottom as she had last weekend with Derek, tasting the 
joint between Bob's cock and balls. Once again she got 
that great smell of maleness that she had noticed the 
week before. She ran her tongue back up to the tip. 

She could see the opening in the soft light shining 
through her hair. Still holding Bob's cock with her 
hand, she tried to stick the tip of her tongue into the 
little hole. A couple of drops of pre-come seeped out. 
She licked them up greedily. Running her tongue all 
around the tip, she again took it as far as she could 
into her mouth. Bob moaned and pressed forward, 
offering himself to her. Encouraged by his response, 
since she hadn't been sure that she was doing it 
properly, she sucked gently and let her tongue play in 
rapid little flicks up and down him. She remembered 
what Sandi had said and paid special attention to the 
bottom ridge where the urethra runs.

Pursing her lips fatly like a pussy, she slid her mouth 
rhythmically down and up Bob's cock. She smelled that 
male scent, there under the curtain of her hair, grow 
even stronger. Bob's cock swelled slightly bigger, and 
she felt his balls move up. The world looked magical in 
the light streaming through her hair, just her head and 
her mouth and that beautiful male organ.

As his scrotum got tighter, she readied herself, took a 
deep breath, and when he started ejaculating, she 
swallowed with abandon, as if she were chugging a glass 
of beer. Her mouth filled quickly and her cheeks puffed 
out, to hold it all.

Bob was moaning and breathing hard. His pumping 
increased and, as the hot fluid continued to pour out 
of him, it started to seep out around her lips. Alison 
gagged a little and was afraid she was going to have to 
pull back and spit it out, but, just as she was going 
to choke, he came one last time, and she was able to 
get a little air in. She hung suspended in time, 
thinking back to what had just happened. She was 
surprised at the quality of her performance; she knew 
she had done well for her first time of giving head. 

Bob had provided ample evidence of the pleasure he 
received, and it all felt very natural to her. She 
reviewed her performance critically. Her mouth was 
still full of Bob's cock and his cum. It tasted a 
little soapy, but mostly just creamy and thick. Alison 
swallowed and licked around Bob's cock. She pulled 
herself off and continued licking along its length 
until he was clean, then threw her head back and looked 
up at him with a devilishly happy face, smiling and 
smacking her lips. "Didn't spill a drop," she said 
proudly.

"You were truly great," he replied, touching her hair. 
She returned her head to his lap as he petted her.

                        (17)

After a few minutes, Alison stood up, poured a little 
wine, and returned to her seat. She felt very satisfied 
with herself. Her cunt was still warm, and she could 
feel the squishiness of the multiple loads of semen she 
had taken into it. Her mouth was content and her belly 
full. She sipped the wine and leaned back in her chair, 
throwing one leg over the arm so the sun and wind could 
get to her contented cunt.

She looked over at Sandi, who was sitting on Derek's 
lap now as Alison had sat on Al's. Between Sandi's 
spread legs, she could see Derek's long dark-red cock 
curve up into Sandi's white-blond bush. His tanned body 
framed Sandi's alabaster skin, and the rosy flush of 
Sandi's delicate cunt lips contrasted with the dark 
gleam of his engorged cock, where it disappeared into 
her, his two tight balls hanging below. Derek was 
hugging Sandi just below her breasts, letting his 
fingers lightly touch her tits. Alison blushed 
brightly, but found herself highly interested. She 
lowered her eyes, trying to hide her curiosity, but 
also trying to get a better look.

Sandi leaned forward to make a point in the 
conversation, as though she wasn't even aware she was 
fucking with someone, or rather as if it were a totally 
natural occurrence. While Alison watched, Sandi turned 
to Derek and kissed him on the cheek. She stood up, 
slipping off of his cock, and headed toward the cabin. 
"I'll be right back," she said.

Alison was stabbed by the forlorn expression on Derek's 
face. A second ago he had his cock in a beautiful girl, 
now he was left abandoned to the wind and the elements. 
His florid cock looked lost and lonely now and seemed 
to shrink with sadness. Acting on impulse, Alison stood 
up and walked over to Derek, kneeled in front of him, 
and took his cock, still warm and slick from Sandi's 
fluids, into her mouth as she had done Bob's. She put 
her hands on the top of his thighs and buried her face 
in his lap, nuzzling his crotch. 

Alison was having a good time licking and sucking 
Derek's cock and balls when Sandi came back from the 
house. "Hmmm," Sandi said, looking at the scene, "come 
over here." Alison could hear someone get up from his 
chair and stand behind her with Sandi. "I'll start 
this," Sandi said.

Sandi got down on her back in the grass and slid 
forward until her face was under Alison's rump. With a 
gentle push, she separated the two globes of Allison's 
ass and pulled Alison's cunt down to her mouth. Sandi 
then proceeded to eat Alison out with a willingness 
that surprised them both. Alison quickly began moaning 
and moving in response. The heat built in her cunt. 
Sandi was an excellent cunt-eater. She knew exactly 
what to do to turn Alison on. Before she knew it, 
Alison was aching for some hot cock.

Sandi pulled away and a man replaced her. He licked and 
kissed Alison's cunt lips and tongued her ripe exposed 
asshole, sending a shiver of pleasure through her hips 
and legs. Then he kneeled behind her, lifted her bottom 
and inserted his cock into her ready cunt. "That's it," 
Alison thought, as Derek dropped from his chair onto 
his knees, and she fell to her hands and knees on the 
grass, "I'll get pleasure from both directions at 
once!"

Alison started to suck Derek off in earnest, as the man 
thrust his rock-hard prick into her from the rear. His 
balls bounced strongly up against her clitoris, and she 
felt herself getting super wet in her cunt, partly 
because of the smell of Derek's cock and balls in her 
face. It really added to her pleasure. She licked and 
sucked Derek avidly and pushed against the man with her 
ass while he drove his cock into her again and again. 

She felt and heard him smack against her with the front 
of his thighs and lower belly, and she could feel his 
smooth cock dive deeply inside her slick vaginal canal 
with each blow. She felt so good back there her legs 
got weak. Her cunt wanted to hang onto the man's cock 
as if for support. She took Derek deeper into her 
throat, working carefully to avoiding choking. This was 
great! She had two hard men working on her at once, 
bringing sexual pleasure to both her recently virginal 
mouth and her sassy young cunt.

Over the noises, she heard Sandi say something to the 
remaining men, and she heard the grass rustle. As she 
licked and sucked, she started with surprise at the 
feel of two tongues licking her hanging tits! She 
couldn't look down, but her nipples got harder as two 
more men began to add to her sexual pleasure. Their 
warm mouths suckling her breasts started a tingling 
sensation that spread up toward her shoulders. Her 
breasts swelled heavier as they plumped and filled. She 
tipped her rump up so that she could get at more of the 
man's hard cock.

She saw Derek's balls rise up, and she made a noise to 
the men around the cock in her throat. The sound wasn't 
an understandable human word, but the man fucking her 
knew what she meant and began to stroke harder and 
faster, and maybe deeper, although Alison didn't think 
it was possible for him to get any deeper into her 
body. 

With a cry of joy she felt the two of them shoot off at 
the same time, the man filling her to overflowing with 
a gushing load of semen and Derek hosing his cum down 
her throat as though he had an inexhaustible supply. 

She drank the male emissions into both ends of her body 
as her climax started. It twitched her cunt around the 
man's still spurting cock and climbed deep into her 
belly where she was receiving him at the mouth of her 
womb. From there it spread out over her chest and back, 
caressing her breasts, which hung down as though with 
mother's milk for the two warm mouths that were loving 
them. It spread up her neck and tightened her scalp, 
ending on the cheeks of her face where a rosy blush 
shimmered in the tiny tears of happiness glistening on 
her long eyelashes. 

She sobbed slightly around Derek's cock and felt a wave 
of maternity, of femininity, wash over her. This was 
her place, giving succor to man, taking his seed into 
her, her breasts providing nourishment to all. She was 
the world. She was Mother Earth. She was supremely 
happy.

                         (18)

With a sigh of satisfaction, Alison slid down from 
between Derek and the man. Her eyes closed, she kissed 
the two men who had been sucking her tits and collapsed 
on her back on the soft ground. She stretched and 
rubbed her body with her hands, scratching her back in 
the grass. She ran her hands over her body and face, 
voluptuously, arching her back and shaking her head 
side to side with happiness. She raised her knees, then 
reached down and spread her cunt lips wide, wetting her 
palms with the juices leaking out of her and rubbing 
them into her lower belly and breasts. She ended with 
her legs spread and her hands up beside her head. She 
relaxed in the warm sun and the smell of fresh air. She 
felt supremely whole, as if her every need had been 
met.

Sandi gestured to Curtis who came over and knelt above 
Alison. He inserted his hard cock into her sopping wet 
cunt and laid his strong body on top of hers. After a 
long and pleasurable session of lovemaking he shot his 
load into her. He was followed by Ron, then Bob and 
Stuart and Stan and Al and Derek. They each kissed her 
gently and, like worshippers adoring a beloved deity, 
slid solemnly up inside her and laid their offerings at 
her altar. 

She was so wet with their multiple joinings and so 
tired from her multiple orgasms that she could barely 
move. She could only lie there, let them enter her and 
leave their welcomed gifts behind in her belly. She 
thrilled to the feel of the hard cocks as they found 
their way up into her and the rolling pulses as they 
delivered their loads. Her body lit up each time. After 
each climax, sticky semen gushed out of her onto the 
grass. 

She was like jelly, like a big Jell-O mold with creamy 
white swirls inside it, but she was warm instead of 
cold. She dreamed of doing this forever, taking one man 
after another into her for the rest of her life, 
finding exquisite pleasure each time. "Women were made 
to be loved by many men," Sandi said, standing above 
her.

Finally James returned his huge cock to her cunt. He 
was as big as ever, but she was so relaxed and wet that 
he slipped right into her as though they were made for 
each other. He rolled her over on her side so they were 
lying face-to-face, her legs hooked over his hips. She 
drifted off to sleep and dreamed warm cuddly dreams. 
Twice she awakened to feel James coming deeply inside 
her, pumping his silky loads high up in her. She felt 
herself come around him each time, but she was so tired 
that she couldn't move, only lay there like a cup being 
filled to the brim and then to overflowing.

To be continued?

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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