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Subject: {ASSM} Together to Learn - The Rest of the Evening F-solo M-solo Cons Mutual Mast.
Date: Wed, 23 Jan 2002 04:10:15 -0500
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Together to Learn - The Rest of the Evening

By Millie Teases


	Pam looked around the room at the expectant faces of her friends. Thanks to 
her and Mitsy, and with Alan and Jenny's help, they all had just learned a 
lot more about human sexual response than any of them had known before. Pam 
could hardly believe she was standing there, naked, with five other naked 
people, much less that she had been the instigator of it.

	"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she thought to herself. "You 
just masturbated a man and woman to orgasm. And you talked all five of them 
into this. And you enjoyed it. And now you want to masturbate in front of 
all them." For a shy girl from a Southern Baptist family who'd only been 
kissed once, after her senior prom, and then very quickly by an even more 
embarrassed boy, this was an enormous step up the sexual activity chain. 
Still, there was no point in doing things halfway. She sucked in her breath 
for about the hundredth time that night and started talking.

	"Ok, that was pretty good. Thank you Jenny and Alan. Let's everybody sit 
down and rest for a minute. What did you think?"

	"Well," Jenny said, "I've never had two orgasms in a row like that. It was 
incredible. I just don't want any of you to think I'm a slut or something. I 
mean, I was nervous when we first started, and then you all started touching 
me, and Pam was getting kind of clinical, but the feelings were just so good 
and it just kept growing and growing and the guys fingers on me and Alan 
tapping my clitoris just like I like and Larry's finger in me and ..." her 
voice trailed off. "Oh god, I'm babbling," Jenny muttered.

	"No, no," said Mitsy. "You're right. It was exciting. And watching Alan 
really got to me. I've never seen an erect penis before, other than when I 
changed a baby boy when I was babysitting and that doesn't count. And then 
he came and all the white stuff squirted out of him and I was just 
squirming."

	"Well," asked Amy, "what are we going to do now?"

	"Um, well I think we could learn more about how we masturbate," said Pam. 
"You all told me you do it when I asked you before I told you about this 
party. So, since we've learned about men's and women's parts, I think it's 
time to see how we do it to ourselves."

	"All at once or one at a time?" asked Jenny.

	"Well, umm, well.." Pam was stammering. "I, uh, I want to do it one at a 
time, or at least I want to show you one thing I do." She could barely 
believe her ears. Ever since she had thought this idea up three weeks ago 
when she and Mitsy had been watching that show on TV she'd had this fantasy 
about masturbating in front of a group of people. And know she was going to 
do it.

	"You're blushing," said Alan. "Do you really..."

	"Just sit here for a minute," Pam said. "Let me do this now or I never 
will." She got up and went into the bedroom. A minute later she was back, 
carrying the massager her mother had sent her when she was complaining about 
cramps in her back from the stress of school. She plugged it into an outlet 
next to a recliner in the corner of the room. Then she picked up a towel 
from a stack she had set out earlier and spread it out over the chair.

	"Ok, I got this from my Mom to help rub the knots out from between my 
shoulders. But, I read Cosmo and some of those other magazines, so one night 
I thought I'd try what they said other women do with these things. I really 
like it. So I'm going to show you." She sat down in the recliner and pulled 
the lever, leaning back so her legs were up a bit and she was comfortable. 
She spread her legs.

	"Jeez, you're shaved," gasped Larry.

	"Yeah," Pam blushed again.

	"But, why?" asked Amy.

	"Well, my Mom taught me to keep my pubic hair trimmed when I got to 
puberty. I thought it was a little weird since it didn't look like any of my 
friends did it when I looked at them in the shower at gym. But she said real 
ladies trim their hair. And she showed me how to shave so it wouldn't show 
around my bathing suit. One night I just shaved it all off. It felt good, 
and so I kind of kept it up, but like this. Now I do it because of that, and 
because I kind of feel cleaner like this."

	It was now or never, Pam thought to herself. Live out this fantasy.

	"Ok, I'm going to start. No questions 'til after."

	Pam leaned back and began caressing herself. Her hands ran up her legs and 
over her hips, then up her sides just grazing the sides of her breasts, then 
up over her face and over her head, pulling her hair up. She ran her hands 
back down her body, then up again, this time caressing the insides of her 
thighs, then up over her stomach and pausing at her breasts. Slowly, she 
stroked her nipples into erection. Little thrills ran through her.

	"Mmmh, that's good" she thought to herself. "Now suck." Pam lifted her left 
breast up, bent down her head and began sucking the nipple she presented to 
herself. The nipple grew harder as she worried it with her lips. The others 
watched this display. Larry and Alan became erect. Pam's right hand was 
massaging her right breast as she nursed at herself. She could feel herself 
becoming even moister and her clit beginning to become erect.

	"All right," she thought. "Do it now." Pam reached over, picked up the 
massager and switched it on. It was about a foot long, with a head about the 
size of a tennis ball. It began to hum.

	Pam released the breast from her mouth, the nipple gleaming wetly with her 
saliva. Gently, she touched the massager to it, and then moved it to her 
right nipple. With her free hand she gently caressed her labia. Little 
electric shocks started running through her. Her nipples hardened even 
further, aching from the contact with the massager. Her clitoris hardened 
and peaked from under its hood.

	Pam lowered the massager to her thighs, and caressed the soft curves 
leading towards her sex. "Now," she thought, and drew the head of the 
massager up and over her puffy labia. Her hips jerked up a little at the 
insistent buzz. She was careful to avoid her clitoris.

	"Ohh yeah," she sighed. She glanced around at her audience. Alan was just 
beginning to stroke himself and Mitsy was rubbing herself as well. Amy was 
absent-mindedly fiddling with her left nipple and Jenny had her arms crossed 
tightly across her breasts. Larry was just staring, open mouthed. She looked 
at his crotch. His penis was hard and twitching. She felt another little 
electric thrill run through her. "Now give them a little show," she thought. 
"Am I really doing this?" immediately shot through her mind. "Yes, do it," 
was her response. She spread her legs a bit wider and reached down to part 
her lips, exposing the moist, bright pink skin of her vagina.

	Pam carefully placed the head of the vibrator over the opening of her 
vagina and let her labia close around the head of the vibrator. The 
vibrations ran through her groin. She felt the first hints of her 
approaching orgasm.

	Her free hand reached up and began massaging her right breast, pulling it 
up and away from her body, tugging on the nipple, and then running it all 
over her breast. She switched to the other breast and repeated the action. 
Her breath was coming in short pants. The vibrations were becoming more and 
more insistent. She could feel her muscles tensing, anticipating the 
ecstatic release of orgasm.

	"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh" she gasped. She was getting close. Her hips started 
jerking up against the vibrator. "Ok, now on high," she told herself. She 
flicked the switch on the handle, and the sound of the vibrator moved up an 
octave. The others watched as Pam slowly moved the vibrator up the fraction 
of an inch that brought it in contact with her clitoris. Pam's gasps got 
louder. "Oh, OH, OH, that's' it, oh yeah, OH YEAH, HERE IT IS, HERE IT IS!" 
Her legs slapped together, pressing the vibrator tightly against her. Her 
hips lifted up off the chair. "I'M COMING, I'M COMING," Pam gasped. Her 
friends watched in awe as Pam's orgasm engulfed her. They saw her legs 
tighten against the massager, her hips jerking up against the buzzing wand 
she held between them, and then watched as her legs gently fell open. Pam 
moved the vibrator away from herself and switched it off. Her genitals gaped 
open, now almost red. Pam's breathing slowed and she fell deep into the 
chair. Her hips twitched one last time. The scent of her arousal had filled 
the room.

	Amy brought a bowl of warm water and a washrag and gently cleaned Pam's 
genitals.

	"Ohh, thank you, that feels nice" Pam sighed.

	Amy gently swabbed Pam's vulva. "Can I admit she turns me as much as the 
guys do?" she thought. "I could just about feel that thing between my legs. 
I wonder what it really feels like?  I wonder what it felt like when she was 
rubbing Jenny's breasts before? And look at Larry and Alan. What would it 
feel like to have one of them in me? Oh god, what am I going to do when it's 
my turn? Do I dare ask Alan to help me do what I think about when I 
masturbate? Would he, or Larry, or ...even Pam do it?"

	"Mmmhh," Pam sighed. "That's really good."

	Amy came back to her senses. She gave Pam's vulva one more stroke and then 
put the washrag and the bowl of water aside. "So, I guess it's a guy's turn, 
now," she said.

	"And I guess that means me," said Larry. "What do you want me to do?"

	"Just show us how you masturbate," said Mitsy.

	Pam had risen from the chair and was spreading a clean towel over it. 
"C'mon Larry, you can sit here and do it."

	"Well, ok, but, ummm, do you have any lotion?"

	"What for?" asked Jenny.

	"Wait, I've got some here in my purse," said Amy. She pulled out a small 
bottle of hand lotion and handed it to Larry.

	Larry had blushed bright red, and his erection had lost some of its 
hardness.

	"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you," said Jenny.

	"That's ok," Larry replied. "I guess this is a little embarrassing for all 
of us. It's for lubrication. It makes my hand slip over my penis easier.  
And you do it different, kind of, if you don't use some kind of lubricant. 
This is the way I usually do it, so I guess I'll show you that."  He looked 
around the room. He wasn't as excited as he had been a few minutes ago while 
he was watching Pam, but he figured if he looked at the women it might help.

	Larry took inventory of the women. Pam's labia  were still a bit swollen 
and she had a flush on her chest. The nipples on Amy's little breasts were 
standing up, but her dark pubic hair hid any view of her genitals. Jenny 
still had her arms crossed over her chest with her hands covering her 
breasts, but when he looked at her crotch he also could see her inner lips 
poking out a little from between the big ones. Mitsy was still gently 
stroking herself. A quick glance at Alan, who gave him a thumbs-up sign. He 
looked back at Mitsy, and the hand moving gently between her legs. He was 
hard again.

	Larry opened the bottle of lotion and poured a little over the tip of his 
penis. He reached down, made a fist around his penis, and started stroking, 
working the lotion into his skin. He looked around again. Everyone was 
watching him. Four naked women, and they'd jerked Alan off a little while 
ago and one he'd had his fingers in and another who had just got herself off 
with a vibrator. "Thank you, whoever is responsible for me getting to do 
this," he thought.

	His hand quickened its pace. Larry's method was really pretty simple. He 
just rubbed up and down, squeezing now and then. Once in a while he rubbed 
his palm over the glans of his penis, but that feeling was one of those 
really good but almost painful ones, so he didn't do it a lot, especially as 
he got near the end.

	Mitsy realized she'd been rubbing herself and jerked her hand away from her 
crotch. "What if they saw?" she thought. "Just like a little slut, and it's 
not even your turn. But wait. This was all about learning about each other. 
If what she was watching was turning her on, why shouldn't she touch 
herself? This wasn't about taking turns, it was about sex. Sure, they 
weren't really having sex, or at least intercourse, but it was about 
masturbating and that is sex." Mitsy watched Larry's hand moving 
rhythmically up and down his penis. She could see he was tensing up a 
little, and his face was in kind of a grimace. "Does it hurt?" she asked. 
"You look real tense."

	"No, it's just starting to feel real good." Larry kept stroking. He was 
starting to get there. He could feel the tingle starting to run up the 
length of his dick. He picked up the pace a little and started squeezing a 
little tighter.

	Jenny watched, fascinated. He was squeezing himself so hard and it was 
getting all dark and purply. She squeezed her arms more tightly against 
herself, pressing her breasts tightly against her rib cage. She felt her 
nipples harden against the palms of her hands that covered them.

	"I'm getting close," Larry announced. His hand moved even faster, becoming 
almost a blur. He face tightened into a grimace. He was almost there.

	And then it was there and his hips had arched up off the chair and the  
first burst of semen leaped from the tip of his penis in an arc, landing on 
his stomach. His hand didn't slow and more gouts of sperm fountained from 
him. Jenny was counting quietly to herself - 
"two...three...four....five.........six."

	Larry slumped back down in the chair, his fist still holding his penis, his 
belly and hand covered with sperm.

	This time Pam was there with the bowl of warm water and washrag, and she 
gently cleaned him up. As she washed him, Larry released his grip and his 
erection slowly subsided.

	"Was it good?" asked Mitsy.

	"Boy, that's a man question if I ever heard one," said Alan.

	"Shush," said Pam. "Remember, no put downs."

	"Sorry," Alan mumbled.

	"That's ok," said Mitsy. "I was thinking that when I asked. But, Larry, was 
it good?"

	"Yeah, it was," said Larry. "I was kind of nervous at first, especially 
with all of you watching. But you women being here naked kind of got me over 
that, and then it was just kind of like it always is - I was looking at you 
instead of fantasizing, but the feeling was pretty much the same, just a 
little more intense."

	"So, who's next?" asked Pam, looking at Amy and Mitsy.

	They looked nervously at each other. Both had been thinking about what 
she'd do when it was her turn, but neither had decided exactly what.

	"Do we need to toss a coin again?" said Pam.

	"No, I'll do it," said Amy. She'd just settled on what she wanted to do. 
This whole evening had been a fantasy, so why not live one out. "But I need 
a little help."

	"What kind of help?" Mitsy asked.

	"I need, umm, Alan to help me do this. It's what I think about sometimes 
when I masturbate."

	"What do you need me to do?" Alan asked.

	"Umm, just sit in the chair and spread your legs out so I can sit between 
them."

	Alan sat down and spread his legs as requested. His erection stood out 
proudly from the thatch of light brown pubic hair that surrounded it. Amy 
looked at it, and then sat down in front of Alan with her back to him.
	"Hold your penis up so I don't hurt it," she said to Alan.

	He did, and she slid back against him, pinning his penis between her lower 
back and his stomach. Alan was surprised how soft Amy's skin was and how 
good it felt when she reclined back against him. At just five feet and 
weighing only 105 lbs. she easily cradled herself between his legs.

	"Now give me your hands," she demanded.  Alan reached around her and Amy 
took each of his hands with hers. "Just let me guide them," she said.

	Reaching down, she placed Alan's hands under her knees. She then pulled up 
each leg individually, spreading it out and anchoring it over the arms of 
the recliner. She was now splayed open, fully exposed to her four friends 
gathered around her. They saw her pink labia peeking from the forest of dark 
curls in her crotch. Mitsy was rubbing herself again and Larry's penis was 
slowly becoming erect. Jenny tightened her arms against herself and squeezed 
her breasts gently. Pam sat on the massage table, her legs dangling over the 
edge.

	Amy nestled her head against Alan's chest. With her left hand, she drew 
Alan's hand up and began caressing her tiny breasts. A tiny shiver ran 
through her as she rubbed his palm over her nipples.

	"Mmmh, it feels even better than when I do it alone," she murmured.

	"Thanks, it's real nice to touch you like this," said Alan.

	"Shh," Amy hissed. "This is my fantasy."

	Amy kept stroking her breasts with Alan's hand. She could feel her areolas 
puffing out and her nipples elongating. She trapped one nipple between 
Alan's thumb and forefinger and rolled it gently. She felt the little line 
of excitement run from her nipple to her clitoris that she considered step 
one on the trip to her orgasm.

	Now she took Alan's right hand and cupped it over her vulva and then began 
rubbing in small circles. Another little shiver of excitement ran through 
her. She felt herself lubricating. Step two.

	"Squeeze my breasts," she told Alan. He complied, gently squeezing the 
small, firm mounds of flesh, alternating between them. Amy sighed as the 
tingle running from breasts to clitoris increased in intensity.

	Amy pressed down on the middle finger of Alan's right hand, insinuating it 
between her labia and then into the entrance of her vagina. She felt the 
muscles there clutch at the penetrating finger, gripping down on it. It was 
certainly bigger than her small finger, and filled her nicely. She 
consciously squeezed down on the finger. Yet another shiver ran through her 
and she felt her clitoris starting to erect. She reached the third stage.

	Reluctantly, she drew Alan's finger from her vagina and then, with 
agonizing slowness, up toward her clitoris. She concentrated closely on the 
feelings that finger was producing as it slid over her urethra and between 
her lower lips. Finally it reached her clitoris, and her hips jerked away at 
the intensity of the touch.

	"God, I know what that's like," thought Jenny. That first touch when you 
knew you were really excited and that this time was going to be really good 
and all the nerves down there were just firing off in excitement and then 
that first touch on your clit and it was always just that little bit too 
much, but you knew you were coming back to it because it would feel so good.

	Amy was pulling Alan's hand away from her breasts now. "I want a finger in 
me," she thought. "I need something to squeeze down on." Gently she directed 
his hand to her vagina and pushed a finger deep into herself. "Just hold 
that there," she whispered. "Don't move it, just keep it in me."

	Alan held his finger in her as he was told, Amy's small hand holding his 
firmly in place. She was so soft and moist and her vagina was almost hot. He 
felt Amy shift a little, and her back rubbed against the sensitive underside 
of his penis. "Do that again," he thought. "That was really nice."

	Amy felt Alan's penis as she rubbed a little against it. "It's even better 
than I imagined," she thought. "It's firm and hard and its just there. And I 
can feel his balls against my butt. This is so good."

	She felt Alan's finger filling her and gently contracted her muscles around 
the firm digit buried within her. It was just right. "That's step four. Now 
it's time."

	Amy gently spread Alan's fingers and placed one on either side of her 
clitoris, making sure they were touching the skin of her clitoral hood. It 
was best when she just rubbed the sides like this, pulling the skin back and 
forth over the shaft. She started rubbing, her fingers on top of his, 
guiding them.

	She started slowly and gently increased the pace. After a minute or two she 
increased the pace, and then began rhythmically squeezing down on the finger 
inside her, keeping pace with the fingers rubbing against her clitoris. "Now 
I'm at the last step before you go all out," she thought. This was the step 
Amy could make last forever, and often did. She could build the tension in 
her groin until that point just before she fell over the edge and went 
totally for her orgasm. It made her feel warm and full and excited.

	But tonight was not a night for extending that pleasure. It was a night to 
just build up and go for it - no drawing it out, just fast and hard and 
getting to that place where it was like a wave crashing over and through her 
and it was like body surfing into shore but she could feel all her nerves 
and the water wasn't just picking her up and carrying her along but it was 
focused right there, on that spot, and it was propelling her by focusing all 
the energy on her clitoris and making everything explode.

	She pushed her finger into her vagina along side Alan's an gripped his hand 
with hers, still holding it tight against her vagina. Now she increased the 
speed of the fingers rubbing against her clitoris. The feeling was building, 
building, the wave getting higher and higher and starting to crest and 
threatening to engulf her.

	And then she was there. She felt her muscles clamp down on the fingers 
inside her and then the wave was crashing over her and her muscles were 
contracting and releasing and she was rushing toward the shore and twitching 
and rubbing against Alan and the warmth that came from him and it was so 
right, so right.

	A few moments later she felt the last of her orgasm ebb from her loins and 
she pulled Alan's hands from her and wrapped his arms around her body and 
pulled her legs off the arms of the chair and then curled up in Alan's 
embrace and began to rock gently against him, savoring the warmth of his 
body and the security she felt.

	"That was so beautiful," gasped Pam.

	Alan was stunned. Here he was, holding this woman who had just had him 
masturbate her to orgasm. All through high school and even for the first 
year or so of college he had been afraid to even ask someone to go out with 
him. And now, Amy had just picked him, sat in his lap, moved his hands all 
over and then even in her body, and basically had sex with him.  Pam hadn't 
been lying when she said it was time they all learned more about each 
other's bodies and about sex.

	Amy unwrapped herself from Alan and got up from the chair. Alan followed. 
Mitsy was the only one who hadn't masturbated or been masturbated. The 
others looked at her, expectantly.

	"Well, I guess it's my turn," Mitsy said. "But, I don't know what to do. I 
don't masturbate that much. When I do, I just kind of rub myself. After 
watching all the rest of you I don't think doing that would show you much."

	"You don't have to do anything you don't want to," said Pam. "That's the 
rule - if you're not comfortable, just say so."

	"It's not that, it's just, well, it's just that I want to do something that 
will show you all something like you've shown me tonight. And I don't know 
what that is."

	"Why don't you just lie down and we'll all work together, like we did with 
Jenny," said Amy.

	"Well, ok, if you think that's enough."

	"It's more than enough, don't worry," said Pam.

	Mitsy climbed onto the massage table and lay back, her hand resting on her 
stomach. The others looked at their friend as they positioned themselves 
around the table. the freckles that were sprinkled across her face were also 
sprinkled down her chest on onto her breasts. Neither particularly large or 
small, they slumped out a little towards her sides. Her nipples and areolas 
were small, round and light brown in color - more like Alan and Larry's than 
the pale pink to dark rose nipples of the other women in the room.

	Like the hair on her head, her pubic hair was an orangey red. Her labia 
were puffy and the inner lips prominent. They were moist, and a small 
trickle of her fluid was sliding across her perineum and disappearing into 
the crevice of her buttocks. Mitsy looked around, a little apprehensively. 
"Ok guys, I'm waiting," she said.

	A nervous chuckle ran through the others, and then they slowly reached out 
and started stroking Mitsy's arms and legs. A little shudder than through 
her as ten hands touched her and began running over her body.  "That's 
nice," she moaned.

	Slowly the group grew less tentative.  Alan was the first to run his hands 
up and over her breasts. They were soft and pliant. Pam was next, moving 
Alan's hand off Mitsy's left breast. She pulled and kneaded it's nipple into 
erection, and then cupped both hands around the breast and stroked up from 
the base at her chest to the nipple, pulling it up a bit before releasing 
it. Alan copied her actions.

	Mitsy stirred under these ministrations. Her breasts had never felt this 
way. The sensations running through them were amazing. Her nipples ached 
each time Pam or Alan pulled up on them, and then ached for the sensation 
again the moment they were released. She felt herself lubricating even more 
freely.

	Jenny, standing at the end of the table, was running her hands up and down 
Mitsy's legs, pulling them gently apart so she could stroke the soft skin on 
the inside of her thighs. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she thought. 
"It's one thing to give someone a massage, but it's another thing entirely 
to do this. I never thought I could touch a woman this way. But her skin is 
so soft, and I know how good this feels."

	Amy was guiding Larry's hand to Mitsy's vulva. Taking his index finger, she 
ran it gently over the line between outer and inner lip, first on the right, 
then on the left, carefully avoiding coming anywhere near close to Mitsy's 
clitoris. Mitsy trembled at this touch.

	"Oh god," she thought, "what are they doing? It feels so good. My breasts, 
my legs, and, ..." "Ohhhhh," she moaned out loud. Amy had just run Larry's 
finger right up her center and over her clitoris. The feeling was electric. 
Mitsy closed her eyes and surrendered herself to the sensations.

	Amy gently pulled Mitsy's inner lips apart, exposing her moist vagina and 
the bud of her clitoris, just beginning to peak from under it's hood. She 
gently rubbed the lips between her thumbs and forefingers.

	Larry became more bold now. Ever so gently he slipped a finger into Mitsy's 
vagina, moistening it. He then withdrew it and replaced it with the 
forefinger from his other hand. The moistened finger began to trace the 
outline of Mitsy's clitoris.

	"Ohhhhhhhh!" Mitsy moaned again. This was too much. All her nerves were 
firing. She felt her clitoris growing again, slipping out from its sheath.

	Larry switched hands. The momentary withdrawal of his finger made Mitsy 
arch up, trying to recapture the gentle fullness it provided. Her attention 
switched back when Larry began circling her exposed clitoris.

	"Look how big it is," he gasped. Where the other women were fairly typical 
in size, Mitsy's clitoris was half as big again around and a full inch long. 
She'd never thought of it as being particularly large until that moment. And 
then Larry started stroking up it's underside and she didn't care.

	She started moaning steadily now. Larry's stroked her clitoris steadily, 
sending steady jolts of pleasure through  her loins. Amy was caressing her 
labia and mons, reinforcing those little bursts of pleasure from her 
clitoris. Pam and Alan continued to stroke her breasts, more gently now. 
Jenny's hands focused on her thighs, steady, insistent. Mitsy's body 
steadily moved toward orgasm, her groin feeling congested and full, her 
muscles tightening.

	And then Larry changed his stroke. Instead of just running his finger from 
bottom to top, over and over again, he took the erect red pleasure bud 
between thumb and forefinger, gently sliding up and down, up and down, as if 
he were masturbating himself. A little shiver of pleasure ran through, 
foreshadowing the coming orgasm.

	And then it was upon her. "Ohh, OHH, OHHH!, It's Here! Oh Yes, Oh Yes! Oh, 
Oh, Oh, Oh, I'm coming, I'm coming!" Mitsy heard herself crying out in 
pleasure - something she had never done before. Her body convulsed briefly 
and then relaxed, and then there was the gently tremble of the orgasm 
washing through and over her. Her chest and breasts flushed a deep red, her 
nipples erect and hard, her clitoris bursting with the pleasure Larry and 
the others were giving her. And then everything was too sensitive to be 
touched, and she cringed away from the caressing hand. The sensitivity 
passed, and her friends were gently caressing her again, but now they were 
the caresses carrying her away from the waves of orgasm and into the warm 
afterglow that follows such special moments.

	Mitsy's eyes opened again and she sat up, looking around at the people who 
had given her so much pleasure. She reached her arms out wide, and everyone 
moved together into a hug. Their naked bodies touched, their arms encircled 
and they felt the warmth of their friendship flow through them. They knew 
that this evening was just the beginning, and that they had much, much more 
to learn.

	And they knew that they would learn it together.











Millie Teases, but is nice about it

"...only connect"


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