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Title: {ASSM} Virgin Gold (Bradley Stoke) (MF ws caution)
Author: Bradley Stoke
Keywords: MF ws caution
Short Summary: Samantha tries to make love and still retain her
virginity.



Story: Virgin Gold (6,742 words)

Samantha is intent on maintaining her virginity. Why would anyone wish
to
marry spoiled goods? Like her unfortunate best friend Eliza. But
although every kind of sex is permissible as long as the maidenhead
isn't violated, she wonders how she can give satisfaction to Navin,
who doesn't appreciate the value of Virgin Gold?


For More : http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Bradley_Stoke/www
           


Virgin Gold
===========



If anyone were trying to sleep just after midnight in 
Samantha's corridor at the university college block where 
she stayed, they would have been cursing her and her 
friends as they rolled in drunk and noisy after their evening 
in the college bar. There was Samantha with, of course, her 
best friend Eliza, Edward the Engineering student, and 
Sylvia and her fiance Neil who both studied Information 
Technology. And they were giggling and shrieking and 
hooting and stumbling as they struggled up the narrow stair 
well and staggered down the corridor past Samantha's 
sleeping neighbours. Not that Samantha really gave a 
monkey's at that moment. A few beers and she was well 
past caring.

"Jeez! I'm bursting!" Edward moaned, grabbing his 
stomach.

"Flipping heck!" Samantha shouted back. "You can keep it 
in. I've held back too."

"And so have I!" yelled Eliza who was having some 
difficulty walking in a straight line.

"We've all been holding back, Eddie. You don't want to 
spoil the fun, do you, by peeing down your pants?" Sylvia 
remarked, squeezing Neil's hand.

"Cripes! Don't give me grief! I was just saying?" Edward 
replied defensively.

"Anyway, the waiting'll soon be over," Samantha 
remarked. "Look here we are!" She stood outside the door 
of the room she shared with Eliza and fumbled in the 
pockets of her jeans for her keys. The door was decorated 
by a cute poster of a cat and a few pages torn out of a 
movie magazine of some of the male film stars that had 
taken the fancy of either of the two roommates. Samantha 
liked her men to be tall and handsome. Well, they had to be 
tall. She didn't want to have to look down on them. Eliza, 
who was in comparison, let's be kind, a little vertically 
challenged, was rather less bothered about height. She 
liked her men to be cute.

Samantha pushed open the door to reveal a very tidy room 
with Physics and Mathematics textbooks stacked up on the 
two desks and, on the walls, an array of posters of more 
film stars, a couple of the better kempt pop stars and a 
selection of adorable puppies and pussy cats. 

"I'll get the plastic sheets!" Eliza volunteered, running 
towards the wardrobe. "Unless you want to use the shower 
room."

"You got en suite?" asked a visibly impressed Sylvia. 
"What I wouldn't give for en suite!"

"I'll put on a video," volunteered Samantha. "Get us in the 
mood. What do you want?" She knelt down in front of the 
DVD player and portable TV where there was an orderly 
array of titles. "We've got 'Yellow Tears', 'Golden Show 
Time', 'Puddles in the Staff Room', 'Smelly Dinner', ?"

"I don't fancy the last," Edward chuckled. "That's a scat 
title isn't it? That's a step too far for me. You're not into 
that scene are you, Sammie?"

Samantha smiled. "Bit too much cleaning up afterwards for 
me. No, if you can't drink it then it's no good. This vid 
came free with 'Lady in a Damp Dress'. We've only ever 
watched it once. But it made Lizzie ever so hot!"

"I wasn't!" denied Eliza, laying the plastic sheet over the 
two single beds that the two girls habitually pushed 
together. "But it wasn't all scat."

"Well, as long as it didn't have penetration or sperm, that's 
all right," remarked Sylvia. "I wouldn't want to see that 
kind of filth. Not, that is," she continued with a smile 
towards Neil who was pulling down his trousers and 
underpants to disclose a limp penis surrounded by a thick 
bush of black pubic hair, "until Neil and I are married."

"When'll that be?" wondered Samantha, pulling off her 
sweat shirt with the number '12' stitched in the fabric to 
reveal the full round breasts of which she was so proud. 
She was pleased to see Edward's eyes light up at the sight 
of them. He could lick them all night long if he wanted to.

"We've booked a date for the Summer Vacation," Neil 
explained. "It'll be a proper church wedding and our 
families are coming down from all over. We're really 
looking forward to it."

"And I bet you're looking forward to the night after," 
continued the now naked Samantha who was slipping in a 
DVD with the evocative title 'Yellow Rain and Golden 
Drizzle'. 

"Absolutely!" Sylvia agreed. "After holding out so long, 
we just hope it's worth it."

"I'm sure it will be," continued Samantha, running the 
DVD forward past all the credits and trailers. "The 
waiting'll make it all the better. You don't want to lose your 
virginity before you're married do you? That wouldn't be 
right at all! What do you think, Lizzie?"

Eliza blushed. Her short, slightly dumpy body was now 
completely unclothed and she hovered by the bedsheets 
while everyone else was divesting the last of their clothes. 
She had famously once succumbed to a boy while still at 
school, and hadn't been able to live it down. What was 
more serious, she was now damaged goods and her 
prospects, never that shining to start off with, were now 
substantially tarnished. And, as Samantha often reminded 
her when her fingers slid inside her broken crotch, she'd 
confessed she'd not even enjoyed it very much. Samantha 
was adamant she'd never ever ever make the same mistake 
as her best friend. The boys would just have to wait until 
Mr Right came along.

And then onto the bed, protected as always by the plastic 
sheet. Five naked bodies, all bursting with the excesses of 
alcohol and all ready to rip. To ensure that the flow would 
go on for more than a few minutes, Eliza cracked open a 
few extra cans of weak beer she'd selected from the small 
fridge and laid them out on the bedside cabinets. As 
always, it was Samantha who let forth first. She straddled 
the bed, her knees indenting the plastic sheet, her breasts 
free and swaying heavily, her fingers on either side of her 
trim crotch as she directed the flow of urine directly into 
Edward's face.

Everyone laughed, even Edward, as the hot, steaming piss 
splattered his nose, screwed up his eyes, dampened his 
fringe and streamed into his open mouth. Samantha was 
renowned as being able to keep the flow going for many 
minutes: something she'd gained from years of practise. It 
came out in bursts of five or ten seconds, trailing down 
Edward's chin, onto the scattered hairs of his chest and 
onto his own limp penis. 

But Samantha had to be careful. This kind of fun could 
finish ever so quickly if you weren't. As it was, it was a 
good day if you could keep a session going for more than 
quarter of an hour. And everyone was ready to go.

It all became very confusing, as it usually did after a night 
out on the piss. Edward urinated on Eliza's face while she 
was letting loose her punctuated flow on Samantha's 
breasts, where they streamed over her full nipples and 
cascaded onto her belly. Eliza, as always, tried to get as 
much urine into her mouth as possible. She'd heard that it 
was good for you, and, although it had taken some time, 
she had acquired taste for it. Rather like blue cheese, bitter 
ale and fine wine. Indeed, people did have different tasting 
urine, and she fancied that she could tell male urine apart 
from the female equivalent.

And, of course, she had the opportunity to test her theory, 
as she and Neil put their heads close together to take the 
stream of piss to which Sylvia eventually gave vent. Not as 
voluminous as Edward's, but it lasted just as long. That 
was the thing about men. Lots of volume but not 
necessarily any better quality. Her hair was soaking from 
piss, as was Samantha's, but with her best friend's blonde 
hair being so much longer, right over her shoulders, it 
would take a lot longer for her to wash the smell out of it. 
But that was one of the penalties of an active social life.

Urine coursed down the legs, the arms and the breasts of 
the five friends. It drenched the pubic hairs, it streamed flat 
the hairs on Edward's chest and the even scantier ones on 
Neil's chest. Edward opened his mouth and drooled out a 
mixture of Eliza's and Samantha's urine down his cheek. 
Just as he never inhaled cigarette smoke, neither did he 
swallow the fruits of his passion. The five of them 
collapsed on the sheets, a mass of naked, stinking damp 
bodies, slightly chilled by the plastic underneath and 
clinging to each other for the warmth of their bodies, 
shivering from the cooling urine.

Samantha did what she could to keep it going a bit longer. 
She passed around the beers and the friends settled 
together, cross-legged or on top of each other, drinking 
quickly and making incoherent conversation. As always, 
Eliza rested her face on Samantha's damp bare thighs, 
while her best friend stroked her sodden dark brown hair. 
She smiled silently and contentedly. She dearly loved her 
best friend. Not the love she would feel for a man of 
course. That is, when the right man came along. One who 
would forgive her for her trespass into premarital sex and 
would understand that virginity wasn't everything. But until 
then she had her best friend, Samantha. So beautiful. So 
smart. Although this didn't necessarily reflect itself in the 
results of her Maths tests. She was so fortunate to count 
Samantha as her best friend. They went everywhere 
together. And whatever Samantha did, Eliza did too.

Finally, the beer top up did the job, and there was a brief 
reprise in the friends' fun. This hardly lasted more than five 
minutes, and Neil couldn't be persuaded to pee at all. But 
Eliza got to taste Samantha's pee again, as did Sylvia, 
while Edward contributed a spare and unremarkable trickle 
of his own. Eliza peed on Sylvia's breasts and Neil's penis, 
which he held up between the two small but perky mounds. 
The urine trickled down the canal in the bosom and over 
Neil's hairy, perhaps slightly tumescent, penis, his long 
foreskin still covering its end, and dampened the garden 
patch of Sylvia's crotch and gathered in a small pool in 
Sylvia's navel.

And then it was over. The five friends sat back on the 
damp, cold plastic sheet watching 'Yellow Rain and 
Golden Drizzle' on the small screen of Samantha's TV. 
They were soon more concerned with the mechanics of 
what they were seeing rather than the plot, which was 
characteristically rudimentary and predictable. The only 
thrills in this 'erotic thriller' were those when the cast 
pulled off their clothes and aimed their crotches at each 
other.

"I don't know why we watch this rubbish," commented 
Edward with a sniff. "The acting's dreadful. The plots are 
risible. And you know exactly when they're going to start 
peeing on each other. It's so flipping predictable!"

"But that's why we watch it," argued Neil. "It's to see how 
other people do it. Otherwise, we wouldn't know."

"But, I mean, does everyone pee on each other in real life?" 
Edward wondered. "I mean, when you're married, do you 
still pee on the other person? Or do you, you know, do the 
other things you're so supposed to do? You know, with 
stiffies and rubbing the privates together."

"We'll soon be finding out what it's like for married people 
ourselves," remarked Sylvia smugly.

"And anyway, they can't very well show that sort of stuff 
on film, can they?" snorted Samantha. "You've got to draw 
the line somewhere. I think that all the peeing is used as a 
sort of metaphor or something when you've got married 
people in a film. There'd be uproar if you were able to 
watch people, like, 'doing' it. It's private. And in any case, 
it'd be absolutely gross! I wouldn't want to see that sort of 
thing."

Eventually, when the film had finished after the inevitable 
scene where all the stars had gathered together to urinate 
on each other, Edward, Sylvia and Neil announced that 
they were tired and left. Eliza and Samantha tidied away 
the plastic sheet, which they let soak in the shower, while 
they washed themselves and their hair before getting into 
bed together. Eliza enjoyed the intimacy of washing 
Samantha in the shower rather more than the fun they'd had 
as a fivesome. Somehow, the time she spent alone with 
Samantha was worth more than the time spent together 
with all their friends. She sometimes wished that Samantha 
saw it that way. 

The soap slid over Samantha's smooth skin, down the 
muscles of her thighs, around her rounded knees and with 
extra special attention to her breasts and vagina. This last 
took Eliza much longer to clean, longer than Samantha 
ever spent on Eliza's, as she fully lathered it up, washed it 
away, and then cleaned out every bit of it with her tongue. 
She loved the recesses and folds of Samantha's vagina. 
Somehow better in Eliza's eyes than Sylvia's or that of any 
other girl she'd ever washed or licked. She was so lucky to 
have a best friend like Samantha, she thought, as she 
briskly rubbed the towel over the bush of Samantha's pubic 
hair.

And then the two slipped under the sheets and duvet of 
their shared beds, Samantha's arm around Eliza's shoulders, 
and the only light coming in from the single lamp post in 
the quad outside. Eliza nuzzled her nose between one of 
Samantha's breasts and her arm. She sighed. She was so 
happy.

"I'm not going to the student bar with you, tomorrow," 
remarked Samantha dozily, breaking into Eliza's reverie. 
"I'm going out with a boy tomorrow night. A date, you 
know."

"A date? A boy?" wondered Eliza, horribly conscious of a 
feeling of jealousy. But she knew this was misplaced. The 
two girls often talked about boys together, comparing their 
qualities and discussing whom they'd go steady with. 
Samantha had had a couple of boyfriends at uni, although 
none had lasted more than a few weeks. Eliza hadn't had 
any boyfriends. In fact, she sometimes wondered whether 
there was something wrong with her. Or perhaps she was 
frightened about what a boy would think if he knew that 
she wasn't a virgin.

"Yes. A sweet boy. Navin he's called. It's a foreign name. 
Like 'Gavin' with an 'N'. He's a foreign student. But he's not 
got much of an accent at all."

"Which country does he come from?"

"I dunno. Somewhere hot, I guess. He's got brown skin, so 
I guess it must be warm. Though you never know. Maybe 
he's just got brown skin and it doesn't mean anything. But, 
yeah. Navin. He's very sweet. I'm sure you'll like him."

There was a pause while Eliza absorbed the news. Part of 
her was already actively hoping that this relationship would 
be as short lived as the one Samantha had had with Eric. 
Not that there was anything that wrong about Eric, but he 
was some kind of French Literature student. They weren't 
like Science and Engineering students. "Is he tall and 
handsome?" she asked.

Samantha smiled. "Tall, Dark and Handsome! Just as 
they're supposed to be."

Eliza got to see Navin briefly the following evening, when 
he came round to their room to pick up Samantha, who had 
gone as far as putting on a skirt and blouse just to look a bit 
smarter. He was dressed quite smartly too. Proper trousers. 
Not jeans. He had conservatively styled jet-black hair and a 
very broad white smile. And yes, he was brown. Eliza 
hadn't met many brown or black people before, so she 
wasn't sure what was the right thing to say. And yes, he 
was quite tall, though no taller than Samantha, and pretty 
handsome. Perhaps even a bit cute. Lucky Samantha!

After a quite lonely evening which Eliza spent watching a 
movie on TV, Samantha came in not long after midnight 
looking a little subdued. Eliza was disappointed. She'd 
hoped that Samantha might have persuaded Navin to come 
back so they could get the plastic sheet out and have a 
threesome on the bed. She'd even put out the provocatively 
entitled DVD 'It Began with a P' in case there was some 
action.

"How'd it go, Sammie?" Eliza asked while Samantha 
pulled off her clothes and slipped under the sheets next to 
her friend.

"Don't ask," Samantha sighed, lying flat on her back. 

Eliza knew she'd find out soon enough, so she didn't ask. 
She cuddled up against Samantha, feeling the warmth of 
her bare skin radiating onto her own naked flesh.

Sure enough, Samantha couldn't hold out for long. "He 
doesn't like peeing."

"Peeing? Has he got a medical problem or something?"

"No. Not as far as I know. No, he just doesn't like doing it 
with other people. He says it's filthy and unhygienic and 
disgusting. Apparently, they don't do things like that in his 
country."

"So, what do they do?"

"Well, not that. Though they let you, you know, do 'it' 
before marriage. In his country. It's normal apparently. 
They even have movies where people 'do' it, although he 
says it's mostly faked. I suggested coming back here and 
getting out the plastic sheet. I thought he might enjoy 
having fun with you as well. But, he was dead set against 
it. In fact, it was almost as if I'd insulted him or something. 
I just don't really understand anything. They've just got a 
different way of doing things where he comes from."

More cultural differences became apparent over the next 
few weeks as Samantha and Navin continued going out 
together. Eliza could see their relationship was getting 
quite serious, but she could also see that Samantha wasn't 
happy about how it was progressing. Samantha was 
desperate that her relationship with Navin should become 
more physical, but so far the furthest they had got was to 
snogging each other. They had not even taken their clothes 
off together, let alone shared a bed. This was because the 
two lovers had very different ideas of what a physical 
relationship should entail. Samantha wasn't going to lose 
her virginity to anyone. And neither did Navin want to 
urinate on anyone. Nor did he want to be urinated on 
himself. 

"Are you sure you can't get more physical without, you 
know, 'doing' it?" wondered Eliza. "You know, cuddle up 
and things like we do."

"That wouldn't be the same, would it?" sniffed Samantha. 
"And anyway if it's what two best friends do, it can't be 
what a boyfriend and girlfriend do." Eliza couldn't argue 
with the logic of that. "No, Navin wants sex. He's done it 
before as well. Not once, like you, but several times. And 
with different people!"

"Jeez! How disgusting!" Eliza snorted. "But I suppose it's 
alright for men, isn't it? When they lose their virginity, they 
don't bleed or anything. Do they?"

"I don't think so. But it's not hypocrisy. Not the way Navin 
describes it. Girls in his country do it as well. In fact, it's 
almost more unusual for someone to be a virgin when they 
marry."

"That sounds like the wrong way round to me. Surely it's 
wrong to lose your virginity to anyone except your 
husband."

Samantha laughed, despite herself. Eliza loved it when she 
did that. It lightened her up so much. "You can talk, Lizzie! 
Apparently not where Navin comes from. Just a different 
culture. He says it's because they have arranged marriages. 
People don't marry there because they love each other. Not 
like they do in this country. They marry whoever their 
parents decide they should. So, it's expected that people 
have sex before they marry. It's the only way they can be 
sure of ever having sex with someone they actually love. 
And even after marriage. It's not considered odd to have 
sex with someone you're not married to."

"It all sounds like a recipe for chaos," sighed Eliza. "What's 
marriage for if you can have sex with anyone you like?"

"So, I just don't know what to do. Navin won't play by my 
rules. And I'm definitely not going to sacrifice my virginity 
to him."

"But can't you marry him? And then you can."

"Arranged marriages apply to Navin as well. There's a girl 
back in his country waiting for him. She works as a 
secretary. And she's got a boyfriend of her own as well. 
And Navin says she'll probably continue having sex with 
this boyfriend after he and she get married, as well."

Eliza shook her head. She was genuinely shocked. How 
could customs be so different? she wondered. How could it 
be that one country does one thing one way and another 
does it another? She couldn't imagine a social life that 
didn't include urination. And perhaps there were people in 
another culture who couldn't imagine why people found it 
so much fun to pee on each other.

Samantha got more and more depressed by it all. She 
dearly loved Navin, and indeed the most fun she and Eliza 
had together in bed was when Eliza agreed to pretend to be 
Navin and the two stroked, cuddled and licked each other 
in guilty role play. She would sometimes look away from 
Eliza, even while her best friend was still licking her 
vagina, and stare wistfully in the distance as she thought 
about Navin. 

"There may be a solution to the problem," remarked Eliza, 
looking up from between Samantha's legs where she had 
been licking her best friend's crotch and her fingers were 
probing in the folds of her vagina. "A way that you and 
Navin can have what you both want without compromising 
too much."

"What do you mean? How can we compromise on 
something as fundamental as not having sex?"

Eliza let a flow of saliva drip from her mouth and allowed 
it to trickle down to Samantha's crotch and below. She then 
eased her forefinger, gently and tenderly, into the small 
puckered hole of Samantha's anus. "There's this hole here, 
Samantha. If Navin put his penis in there it wouldn't take 
your virginity, but it would still be like what he wants to 
do."

"Can you do that?" wondered Samantha. The idea of anal 
penetration had quite simply never crossed her mind 
before. "I'd have thought it'd be the wrong shape, wouldn't 
it? And isn't it all a bit dirty?"

"I'm sure it can be cleaned thoroughly. And anyway, 
judging from the size of the things that come out, I'm sure 
it can take quite a lot going in."

"Are you sure? It sounds pretty strange to me. If it was so 
simple, why hasn't anyone ever mentioned it before?"

"I don't know. Shall I see how far I can get my fingers in?"

"Yes, Lizzie," sighed Samantha. "If it can take your 
fingers, I'm sure it could take Navin's penis. Though they 
get pretty big when they're excited, don't they? I've seen 
Edward's when he gets excited. Though he tries to hide it."

"They don't get much bigger than Edward's. However 
excited!" remarked Eliza, on the basis of her own rather 
limited knowledge. "They just get big and then when they 
stick it in you, it sort of spurts all over the place. Only it's 
not pee that comes out, but funny creamy looking stuff. A 
bit like what you get when you burst a spot. Like pus. Only 
a lot more of it. A great deal more!"

"Uuhh! That sounds horrible! Perhaps the best place for it 
to go is in the back way where it's already a bit filthy."

Eliza and Samantha experimented not only on Samantha's 
anus but also on Eliza's. The more they studied the option 
the more they couldn't work out why something so obvious 
hadn't occurred to them before. There was no hymen to tear 
and you couldn't get pregnant from it. Samantha tried to 
reason why more people didn't do it. 

"I suppose there's a number of reasons," she mused, as she 
pushed three of her fingers as deeply into Eliza's arse as 
she could. "It's a lot tighter at first. You have to sort of spit 
on it and things. Or use margarine or Vaseline or 
something. But it gets easier with practise." 

Eliza nodded in agreement. The first few times they'd 
hardly been able to get even one finger all the way up, but 
now it was getting a lot easier. Especially now that they 
were making allowances for it not getting juicy like the 
front hole.

"Then there's the fact that men have them as well as 
women. Maybe if men thought about it they'd think they 
wouldn't need women at all and would just do it with each 
other. Then they wouldn't get married. And then the human 
race would just come to an end."

"I'm sure men like women for other reasons than just 
having something to put their pricks into," protested Eliza.

"I'm not so sure," mused Samantha. "I sometimes think 
that's all they want. Maybe their bottoms are tighter than a 
woman's."

"I don't think so. The same size things come out of a man's 
bottom as from a woman's," Eliza said. "I think the reason 
is that it's better at the front. It's more sensitive. We've got 
this funny nobbly thing that gets excited. And there's all 
that juice as well. And it's a lot easier to get things inside."

"I guess I have to bow to your greater experience in these 
matters, Lizzie," laughed Samantha, making Eliza blush. 
She didn't want to disillusion Samantha, but she also 
thought that it didn't matter so much which hole was used, 
however appropriate for the purposes, but how much love 
went with it. She had enjoyed many more orgasms with 
Samantha than she'd ever had with a man. In fact, even one 
orgasm with Samantha would have been an improvement 
on the none at all she'd experienced when she was torn 
apart that traumatic day. Indeed, she sometimes wondered 
whether she could ever experience more orgasms with a 
man than she'd enjoyed with Samantha.

Navin wasn't quite as enthusiastic about having anal 
intercourse with Samantha as she and Eliza had expected. 
In fact, he'd even already done it. That came as a surprise. 
Samantha had never supposed that anyone else would have 
thought of it. He said that it was a bit tight, but Samantha 
told him that however tight it might be, it would be the 
only one of her two orifices that she'd let him enter. He was 
also not that keen that Eliza should be involved.

"Why not? She's my best friend. We do everything 
together."

"But it's you I love. Not your best friend."

"Well, we've got to see that it works OK. Eliza's not a 
virgin, so it doesn't matter if it goes wrong in some way."

"What on earth do you mean?"

Samantha wasn't sure. But when you implemented 
software, you always tried it out on a test harness before 
you did it for real. Samantha and Eliza had assumed that 
this was just the right way to do things. However, 
Samantha didn't want to betray her ignorance by answering 
Navin's question. "And anyway she can be sure that you 
don't put it in the wrong hole. And she can help in other 
ways too."

Despite his reservations, which Samantha guessed was to 
do with his contempt for virginity, Navin agreed to come 
back to the room she shared with Eliza to enjoy some anal 
fun. She and Eliza had had a happy time in the chemists 
and supermarket, buying Vaseline, oil and margarine, 
which they thought might help to lubricate their arses. 
When Samantha and Navin came in, Eliza was already 
naked on the bed watching a DVD to help her get in the 
mood. She was very nervous. She hoped she wouldn't let 
her friend down in any way.

"Off with your clothes, Navvie! Let's see what you've got 
to offer!" commanded Samantha, pulling off her sweater 
and slacks in a few practised movements. She stood by the 
bedside table in only her socks, her breasts free and heavy, 
while Eliza pressed her face against her waist. 

Navin sighed. Eliza was really nowhere near as attractive 
to him as Samantha. Small, pudgy and her breasts were 
really nothing special. But he unbuttoned and pulled off his 
shirt, and then did the same thing with his chinos. He stood 
there in just his boxers.

"Come on, Navvie! Yours won't be the first prick I'll ever 
have seen."

Navin obeyed Samantha with a smile, although it was Eliza 
rather than Samantha who was making him feel abashed. 
However, both girls took a sharp, deep intake of breath as 
they saw what Navin had to expose.

"Jeez!" exclaimed Samantha. "That's the biggest prick I've 
ever seen! And it's not even stiff! Are they all like that in 
your country?"

Navin smiled. "I don't know. I don't think so." 

His penis certainly was large. Even drooping down, it was 
as big as the fully erect penis Eliza remembered entering 
her all those years ago. Cripes! What would it be like 
erect? Was this such a good idea? Why had she 
volunteered to go first? What would it to do to her arse?

"Well, let's get it stiff and into Eliza," Samantha remarked 
in a matter-of-fact way, but the breathiness of her voice 
betrayed her excitement and anticipation.

"Eliza?" wondered Navin.

"Well, of course. We've got to be sure that it'll work 
properly."

"I really don't see how?"

"Oh come on, Navin. How else are we going to test it? 
Eliza's not a virgin. So it doesn't matter as much. Come on. 
That's common sense."

Navin wasn't going to argue at this stage, so he clambered 
onto the bed with the two girls and watched while 
Samantha lovingly applied Vaseline and margarine and 
saliva to Eliza's anus.  His own penis twitched with 
excitement. He'd never seen girls touching each other's 
intimate parts before.

"I'll do Navin's penis," volunteered Eliza. "It's better that 
he's lubricated as well."

"That's a good idea," agreed Samantha. "I hadn't thought 
about that. And. Oh my gosh! Look at the size of it! Do 
you think you can get it all in?"

Samantha stared at Navin's penis with fascination. It was 
pretty long. Much bigger than she thought a man's penis 
should get when stiff. And it pulled so tight! The purple 
glans at the tip straining free of the foreskin and stretching 
the whole flesh of the penis, with its throbbing veins, to 
pull taut the scrotal sac where two egg-shaped, egg-sized 
testicles were held. So different to how it normally was 
with boys with their damp penises dangling down. And 
then the tip of Navin's penis disappeared into Eliza's mouth 
as she moistened it with the saliva of her mouth and licked 
it with her tongue. Even with the whole of Eliza's mouth 
over it, there was more length of penis that couldn't fit in.

Then Eliza exercised Navin's penis with her fingers as she 
plastered on thick coatings of Vaseline. His penis was so 
warm. And stiff. And hot. It was like a very strange kind of 
meat, but one that was alive and throbbing. And as she ran 
her fingers up and down its length, it was pulsing in 
excitement.

"Are your ready yet?" wondered Samantha, three fingers 
deep in Eliza's anus, margarine and Vaseline coating her 
fingers to the knuckles, and feeling quite sore from the 
effort. But she could feel that Eliza was good and loose. In 
fact, more loose than she'd ever been. She lovingly 
caressed the folds of Eliza's vagina. As always, it was juicy 
and wet. When was it otherwise with Eliza? But clear juice 
was streaming out of her like it had never done before. 
However ready her arse was, her vagina was more than 
ready.

But was it ready enough? As Navin pushed the head of his 
penis into Eliza's anus, which Samantha kept open as wide 
as she could with her fingers, it seemed at first that it just 
wouldn't get in. Indeed, it slid all around the place. The 
slipperiness of oil and grease and vaginal juices while 
facilitating entry were also making guidance more difficult. 
For one awful moment, it looked as if it was about to enter 
Eliza's vagina. That would never do! Samantha carefully 
pushed it up and then guided it into her best friend's open 
hole. As she gripped his penis, she was impressed by how 
hot and throbbing it was. So different to the limp and damp 
penises she usually played with. She could hardly wait 
until she was married and she could take one of those in 
her front entrance.

It didn't fit that easily into Eliza's arse. The entry was quite 
slow and for Eliza quite painful. But bit by bit, as Navin 
thrust backwards and forwards, his own buttocks taut and 
trembling from the exertion, it went in deeper and deeper. 
And as he did so, Eliza gasped and shrieked in a way that 
rather frightened Samantha. At first, she thought it was 
pain alone that made her yelp, but she got underneath 
Eliza, and licked and stroked her best friend's vagina to 
keep it loose and juicy, and became aware that the larger 
part of her cries were from pleasure. Rather like the ones 
they'd shared together when they pretended to be like a boy 
and a girl. Her buttocks shivered and shook and trembled 
with the same motion as Navin's thrusts, sweat cascaded 
down her face, as it contorted into an expression of agony. 
Samantha even noticed that her eyes were full of tears. 

Samantha took a vantage position beneath Eliza who was 
knelt forward, her arse out towards Navin, her arms 
supporting her weight, her face creased up and her vagina 
in Samantha's face. But it became clear that this was a 
dangerous place to stay. Eliza was in clear danger of 
collapsing from the impact of Navin's thrusts. And this 
anal intercourse was going on for ever such a long time. 
Clearly, the emissions from an erect penis took longer to 
work their way loose than they did from a full bladder. She 
repositioned herself, no longer guarding the entrance to 
Eliza's vagina, and held her best friend in her arms, while 
Navin pounded away behind.

Samantha could see that Navin's face had changed totally 
now that he was thrusting. He'd mutated into some kind of 
sex machine. An automaton that just kept thrusting away. 
Samantha could see now how very dangerous this was. It 
would be so easy for Navin to transfer his penis into Eliza's 
vagina. And then... Who knows what might happen? What 
if Eliza got pregnant? The thought was dampening her 
ardour. 

Eliza's face was screwed up and her teeth were clenched 
together. Then she opened her mouth and gasped out a 
choking cry. Repeated by another choking cry. And then 
another. And another. And all the while she was jolted 
back and forth by Navin's thrusts, as he pushed harder and 
faster inside her. Perspiration poured out from the roots of 
her hair, tangled in her eyebrows and eyelashes and 
mingled with her tears over her cheeks. Snot poured from 
her nose. Her eyes were twisted in some crazy fashion. 
Samantha was genuinely scared. This wasn't at all what she 
thought ecstasy should be like. She scattered Eliza's cheeks 
with kisses and tasted the salt of her emissions.

And then, Navin's face changed to something rather quite 
bestial and he abruptly pulled his penis out of Eliza's arse. 
As he did so, a trail of semen came out with it, a long rope 
bridge between his glans and Eliza's puckered hole. This 
was the moment Samantha had been preparing herself for. 
She pulled out a towel and quickly rubbed off the semen 
from Eliza's buttocks and paid special attention to Eliza's 
vagina. This was quite difficult, as neither party had 
collapsed in a particularly helpful position. Navin had 
collapsed onto his back, spurts of semen emitting from his 
penis, which was only gradually getting more limp, but still 
releasing its potent drops. Eliza wasn't much help either. 
She had slumped helplessly onto the sheets, exhausted and 
buckled. 

Samantha knew she had to help her friend. She eased a 
finger or two into her arse. They went in so incredibly 
easily now, and as she did so, a whole globule of sperm fell 
out which Samantha anxiously cleaned up, careful not to 
get any near her own vagina. Gosh! There was a lot of the 
stuff! And it wasn't like pus at all. It was like the cream of 
a milk bottle that had gone off. But it was still quite warm. 
And very sticky.

"Quick! In the shower!" she commanded Eliza. "We've got 
to clean you thoroughly. You don't want to get pregnant!"

The two of them left Navin on the bed, while they hastened 
to the shower, and Samantha cleaned Eliza more 
thoroughly than she'd ever done before. Her friend was in 
ever such a strange state. She could hardly speak. She 
clung to Samantha in a pathetic manner. And yes. She was 
weeping! Samantha looked out of the shower at Navin 
lying on his back, his penis drooping over his thigh, and 
arms against his sides.

"Are you all right, Lizzie dear?" she asked.

Eliza nodded weakly but clung to Samantha.

"Did it hurt?"

Eliza nodded again. "It still does. I don't know whether I'll 
ever be able to sit down again!"

Samantha frowned. "And there was ever such a lot of 
sperm. I didn't know men could produce that much. It's 
almost as much as a bladder-full of wee. It got everywhere! 
It seems risky to me. I hope none of it gets into your front." 
Samantha pushed a finger up Eliza's anus. "Jeez! There's 
still more of this stuff inside you! It's like a plague. Even 
one little bit of this and you'll be pregnant!"

Eliza cried. "What would Mummy and Daddy say? I'd have 
a brown baby. Oh! This is horrible!"

"But did you enjoy it?"

Eliza mused. "Yes. Towards the end, especially. It got to 
hurt a lot less. Though it still hurt. But I dunno! All that 
sticky stuff! It didn't hurt like this when I did it? when I 
lost my? my virginity. Or it was a different kind of pain. 
Sharp. Not so deep. Am I bleeding?"

"I don't think so. I don't think you're supposed to bleed at 
the back."

"I thought I was about to."

"Do you think I should?? You know, should I? With 
Navin?" wondered an anxious Samantha.

"You don't want to get pregnant. There's too much of this 
sticky stuff! And it hurts too! In fact, it's beginning to hurt 
more and more."

"Jeez! That does it! This was a stupid idea! I should just 
wait until I get married. My virginity is too precious to risk 
in this stupid way. Either Navin sees it our way or nothing. 
He's not going to stick his prick up my arse! Either we pee 
together or he goes back to his fiancee back home and 
that's it!"

"Are you sure, Sammie? I didn't mean to put you off!"

"Oh! Lizzie! You did the biggest favour a friend could do? 
You took the risk on my behalf. And now you've shown 
me the error of my ways. Marriage or nothing! No one's 
going to enter either of my orifices until the wedding bells 
have rung."

"Oh! Sammie! If you're sure! I love you so much!"

"And I love you, Lizzie!" Samantha replied, kissing her 
best friend full on the mouth, the stream of warm water 
from the shower trailing down their naked bodies. She 
glanced back at Navin, who was leaning up on one 
shoulder and looking towards the girls in the shower, his 
penis limp but still terrifying. 

Eliza smiled at her friend. "So what are you going to tell 
Navin?"

Samantha kissed Eliza again. "It's pee or nothing. That's 
my ultimatum. Either he follows our customs or I never see 
him again. Nothing but nothing will tempt me now to treat 
the sanctity of marriage with anything less than proper 
respect!"




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