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STANDARD DISCLAIMER:
This is a work of ADULT EROTIC FICTION.  To wit:

ADULT = You must be AT LEAST 18 human years of age to read this story.

EROTIC = People having sex.  Graphic sex.  Deliciously detailed
explicit sex.

FICTION = This story is FANTASY.  It is not based on actual events. 
The people are not real.  I made all of it up myself.  Except for the
parts I unconsciously ripped off.

If any of the aforementioned items disqualifies you as a result of age
or philosophical preference or just plain lack of interest, you should
stop reading now.  Anything you read beyond this point is on your own
conscience.

There now.  That wasn't so difficult, was it?  Where was I?  Oh, yes:

This story and all its characters are a work of adult fantasy.  They
live in a world where sex is free of disease and unwanted pregnancies,
and, when convenient, free of the deeper emotional complications that
accompany it.  The characters happily invite you into their world
while you read the story but ask also that you please remember to
return to your own world when you are finished, and that you treat
that world with benevolence and generosity.

RESPONSIBLE USE POLICY:
Please enjoy this story responsibly.  Share it with someone if it will
make that person happy.  Don't use it to do anything hurtful. 
Remember honesty.  Remember respect.  Everything else follows.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
I am not French, nor female, nor (for too many years gone by now) a
teenager.  So why would I choose to attempt to write in the voice of a
female French teenager?  Well, there was a story I read one time, on
Usenet, back in the day when Usenet was The Thing, and it was from the
point of view of a female French teenager (except that it was really
originally written in French, and had been actually translated into
English) and the breezy voice has stuck with me through the years and
finally I decided, What the hey?  If it's got that kind of staying
power maybe there's my own story there.  At any rate, even if you
don't buy its Frenchness nor its femaleness nor its teenagerness, I
hope you find it entertaining.  Thanks for reading.

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LETTER FROM ODETTE (MF, MFM, FF, mast, voy, teen)
By: Walt9899


Dear Alicia,

I'm sorry it has been two weeks since my last letter.  So much has
happened.  I don't want this summer vacation to ever end, especially
since it means a return north to another winter in Roubaix.  And I
can't wait for you to come visit from California next week.  I will
have many new things to show you.  Many new people to introduce you
to.  But first let me tell you this: your friend Paul left yesterday
to fly back home.  Thank you for giving him my phone number.  He
arrived shortly I got your last letter and he is even more handsome
and exciting than you described him to be.  The villa where he stayed
has the use of a convertible sports car and from the very first night
he called me we went driving many times.  He is an excellent driver,
Alicia, though he goes very fast.  He took me on the highway that runs
along the cliffs overlooking the ocean and I was sure we were going to
crash and plunge over the cliffs onto the rocks below, but he was very
skilled with the car.  Sometimes I was so scared I wet my pants a
little bit.  Or possibly it was not pee, because I discovered the
speed, the danger, to be very arousing, Alicia.  The wind playing
crazy on my skin and in my hair is also like being touched all over by
very fine sprites.

I like Paul's long hair.  The way he wears it pulled back in a
ponytail made him look somewhat dark and mysterious behind the wheel
of the sports car.  And you were also right about his body, Alicia. 
The fact that he is a tennis player has given him strong legs and a
nice chest, as well.  I don't think I believe you when you say you and
Paul have never been together.  He spoke breathlessly about you, and I
think that if you haven't done things with him, he has certainly
imagined that you have.  And if it is any inspiration to you, Alicia,
he compares very well with any other seventeen-year-old boy, because
of course we have been together.  You knew that would happen if you
gave him my phone number.  The first night he took me on the cliffs in
the car I knew I wanted to be with him, and he is a very good kisser,
Alicia, which makes me think he could be good at other things as well,
but perhaps he is too young and eager because when I let him put his
face between my legs he was eager but clumsy, and he licked at me in
such a way that all I could think of was a puppy dog, which of course
made me giggle, and so he did not give me the ultimate pleasure
because I was always thinking of that puppy, but he liked to do it and
of course it was still pleasant, especially when he placed me on the
hood of the car and I could feel the heat of the engine through the
skin of my back and I could see the stars and hear the sound of the
ocean on the rocks below.  I have heard you describe the coast near
your home in California very much like this, and I have wondered if
Paul does this with girls when he is home, or if perhaps he is
thinking of you while he is so obviously hungry between my legs.  I
don't mind that, you know, that he might be thinking of you when he is
with me.  You are so beautiful and it is nice to think of myself in
your place sometimes.  You are so much more experienced than me,
Alicia, you could probably teach him how to give head just the right
way.

And speaking of that, I can tell you that I liked Paul especially well
because I let him climax in my mouth, and you know that while I find
the sucking part very exiting I have never been fond of the
swallowing.  But I found myself wanting to do it while he drove and he
obviously enjoyed it very much.  Afterwards he talked about how I do
it differently than other girls he has been with, which I of course
took as a point of pride, and so I was happy overall to take him in my
mouth and let him come and I did not find it so distasteful as I have
in the past.  I will never enjoy it the way you do, but I think I am
coming to terms with it.

And of course he wanted to put himself inside me since the first
night.  As you know I have only been that way with one other boy and
it was not so fun as all of the other things boys and girls can do
together, so I have not been so urgent to do it again.  I was happy to
let Paul put his fingers inside me and to take my nipples in his mouth
as he did so.  I find this very nice, Alicia, to be stimulated on my
nipples and between my legs at the same time.  And of course I have
already told you I let him use his mouth on my pussy, and I have
sucked him, so now you know everything that we had done, except that
he wanted to go all the way with me, and I was perhaps more inclined
to let him than I had been with anyone except the first boy, but still
it was not the first thing on my mind.  Which is what I am writing to
tell you, Alicia, about why I did let him fuck me, and how it came
about, because it is an extraordinary story and perhaps you will not
believe me, but you will see for yourself when you arrive, because the
first thing I plan to do when you get here is to take you to this
place and meet these people we have met--especially Nicolas.

Three nights ago Paul and I had been driving for a while along the
winding cliff roads and we had stopped several times to kiss and to
fondle one another, but just to tease one another instead of going all
the way to climax.  I was very aroused with the speed and the wind and
all the places Paul had touched me, and so I suggested that we go back
to town to go dancing at one of the clubs I had never been to.  Before
we even got out of the car Paul kissed me with the fire we had kindled
on our road trip and even though we were parked on the side of the
busy street in the convertible he pulled the crotch of my panties
aside and put his fingers inside me for a few wonderful moments before
we walked down the block to the club.  It was very crowded and there
was a long line and two large men at the door directing traffic. 
There was another man with them who looked like he might own the club
because he was dressed in a very expensive suit with the shirt open at
the collar.  When he saw Paul and me he motioned us to the front of
the line and the two bodyguards let us go inside.  As we passed I
looked at the man and he looked at me and, Alicia, I was afraid as I
had been when driving with Paul that I would wet my pants.  He was not
handsome, please understand.  Not in any kind of way you could
describe.  He was only medium height and almost bald, with only some
salt-and-pepper hair remaining around the sides and back of his head. 
His moustache and goatee were also salt-and-pepper, trimmed very
neatly, and his eyes were dark and cunning.  He was very much in
control, so that despite the fact that he was not handsome, he had an
aura that was quite thrilling.  The way he looked at me as he let us
inside was as if he knew all about me already, as if he could read in
my face everything that Paul and I had been doing, and my body felt
very hot in all the places Paul had touched me--especially inside
where his fingers had just been.  I had to find the bathroom as soon
as we passed the door.

Inside the club, the very air shuddered with beats and pulsing lights
and smoke and the heat thrown off bodies in motion.  I felt somewhat
overwhelmed because it was a beautiful crowd of people, a few years
older than us, and I wondered if the man at the door had made a
mistake letting us inside, but I was soon at ease.  Paul wanted to
dance and you know how dancing makes me come alive.  The music went
through to my bones and the entire dance floor seemed to be in a kind
of ecstatic rhythm.  I brushed up against many of the other dancers
and the contact lived on my skin after the person had slipped away.  I
was watching everyone and I felt like everyone was watching me, and
for a while I lost myself in this worshipful sea of movement.

After a while I began to faint a little in the heat and Paul took my
hand and led me towards the bar where we could both get some water. 
He was sweating, too, his ponytail a little wilder than before, and I
thought he looked very sexy there in the spotlights, as if he could be
a celebrity.  Perhaps I, too, was fringed with ecstasy after the
driving and the kissing and the dancing, and together we were striking
and that's why the swarthy man at the door had picked us out of line
to come in.

And as if my thoughts had summoned him, he was suddenly at my side,
between Paul and me, and he was smiling and the devil himself was in
his face and that dark mischief made me weak all over again in the
knees.  Perhaps I swayed because he put a hand on the small of my back
to steady me and I felt as if he were touching me directly and not
through the fabric of my dress.

"Are you feeling OK?" he asked, with no hint of alarm.

"Oh," I stammered, "yes, thank you.  I was a little overheated with
dancing."

"Do you like the club, then?"

"Oh, yes.  Very much.  The people are lovely, and the music, and the
dancing."  I shut up then because I felt like I was making no sense.

"The two of you," said the man, indicating Paul and me, "I have not
seen you before tonight.  You are on holiday?"

"I'm in from California," said Paul, and I could hear in his voice
that he was taken with this man, too.

"And I am down from Roubaix," I told him.

"The north," said the man.  "It is too cold for me in the north.  When
the winter comes here I have to go south.  Have you ever been to
Morocco?  No?  Well if you ever get too cold in the winter come to
Morocco.  I have a club there, as well, and you would be welcome to
come."

"Thank you," said Paul and I together, as if Morocco were just around
the corner and we would drive there in Paul's convertible the next
day.

"So," said the man, glancing between the two of us.  "You are lovers?"
 He had a way of phrasing statements as questions, but he seemed to
already know all the answers.

I felt myself flush scarlet and Paul too was tripping over his answer
when the man smiled broadly.  His hand was still resting at the base
of my back and he placed his other hand on Paul's shoulder.  "Don't
worry!" he said, his voice full of mirth.  "To be lovers for only a
few weeks is to be young and free.  Perhaps you are learning about
each other, yes?  How to give pleasure to one another?  It is what you
should do when you're young, so that as you get older your pleasure
will increase with your years."  As he spoke his hand moved ever so
slightly lower until it was alongside my bottom.  He stroked me there
lightly for only a small moment before his hand fell away, and I
wonder if even there he could feel the trembling between my legs,
because he said, "I have spoken the truth, have I not?"

Finally Paul found his voice and said, "We have enjoyed each other
very much and, I think, discovered things together."

"Wonderful," said the man.  He held out his hand.  "My name is
Nicolas."  Paul shook his hand in a manly fashion.  "I am Paul," he
answered.  "And this is Odette."

Nicolas released Paul's hand and took mine and Alicia, his hand
wrapped mine in a heat like when you have been so long in a hot bath
that the temperature has gone right down deep into your muscles.  He
raised my hand to his mouth and set his lips to my skin and held my
eyes with his as he said, "You are a fortunate young man, Paul, to
find such a delightful companion."

"For a few more days, yes," answered Paul, "before I fly home to
California."

Nicolas arched a dark eyebrow.  "Only a few days, you say?  Then
perhaps you will forgive me for seeming forward, but since we have no
time to get to know each other gradually, I must take the risk that
you are the kind of free-thinking young people I hope you to be."  He
motioned us closer to him and leaned in so that all of our faces were
very close together.  "You have been to the beach together, out near
the point?" he asked.

You know the beach he was talking about, Alicia.  We have been there
before.  Out at the point the cliffs come right out to the ocean and
the beach is narrow but the sand is nice and it is where we have been
together to sunbathe nude.  I am always a little embarrassed to be
there with you because you are so full-figured and so womanly while I
am still waiting for my small breasts to one day grow like yours. 
Paul and I had been there one day but had not stayed too long because
Paul became embarrassed for a different reason.  I couldn't help
tickling his skin as we lay beside each other and he grew hard even
though I was nowhere near his penis, and since there were families
there with small children he felt dirty and we had to leave.  I was
amused that he had been so easily brought into that state.  He was
angry with me for laughing at him so I made it up to him by doing
something we hadn't done together before.  We knew his parents were
out for the afternoon so I made him good and crazy on the drive home
by whispering in his ear what I had in mind.  When we arrived at his
house I led him up to his room and made him lie down on the bed with
his clothes off.  Then I told him to watch me as I stripped slowly out
of my coverlet and my bikini.  I touched myself a little as I was
stripping for him, both because I wanted to tease him more and because
I was turned on, as well, and I liked the way it felt.  Then I climbed
on the bed and I put my legs on either side of his head and I lowered
myself down until my pussy covered his face.  He had never done it
like that before, Alicia.  I was even more thrilled to be giving him
his first such experience.  He made me feel very good with his tongue
even though he still couldn't make me come, and I knew he loved this
new way because when I bent forward and sucked him his precome was
already thick around his crown.  I had only been sucking him for a few
seconds when I popped him out to stroke him and he came so crazily
that he shot his semen all the way into my hair and over my neck and
across my tiny breasts.  It was the most I had ever seen, Alicia, and
he seemed quite undone afterwards, as if it had made all of his limbs
go to sleep.  I felt quite powerful, I must say.  But that's not the
story I am writing to tell you, although it is a fun one to tell.  All
I really meant to say was that Nicolas mentioned the beach that you
and I have been to, and Paul and I knew about it, as well.

We both nodded in answer to Nicolas' question about the beach, and
suddenly I was sure that's where he first must have seen us.  There
was a smoldering look in his eyes and I felt a fresh wave of tingles
on my skin because he had seen me naked already.  I cannot describe
the effect this man had on me, Alicia.  He had obviously liked what he
had observed at the beach, and when he saw us in line for his club had
motioned us inside.  He was playing a grand game and I was excited to
be a part of it.

Nicolas said, "If you want to meet new people and learn new things,
meet me at the beach tomorrow morning at ten o'clock."  He left it
there and stood up again.  "I must go now.  This is a busy night.  I
hope I have not misjudged you!"  Then he was away and I watched him
work the crowd, a dark flame among the bright and beautiful people. 
In a dark corner he paused to speak to another young couple, both of
them very blonde and Nordic.  At first I thought they were two girls
but then I saw that one was a boy, but very slight and effeminate. 
Nicolas had much of the devil about him as he spoke to them.

Paul and I danced for a while longer and Nicolas was nowhere to be
seen when we left the club.  As Paul drive me home we talked about if
we could meet Nicolas the next morning.  Paul was intrigued but
nervous, which is the way I felt as well.  I knew he wanted to go so I
said, "If we don't like it, we'll leave," which made him feel better.

When we pulled up to my house we kissed and caressed for a few minutes
but I pulled away from him and told him to wait until tomorrow.

"We don't even know what we'll find," said Paul.  He was sulking
because he felt like I was being mean to him after all the teasing and
fondling earlier in the night.

"It doesn't matter," I said, kissing his neck one last time.  "If we
don't like what we find we'll go make our own fun."

"We could make our own fun right now and again tomorrow," he said
hopefully.

"We'll make it special fun tomorrow, I promise."

And he had to be content with that because I got out of the car and
went into the house.  I could not be content, however.  I was too pent
up with everything that had happened.  I lay in my bed for a long time
and couldn't go to sleep.  Everything, my nightgown, the sheet, the
air moved by the ceiling fan, was like frustrating caresses that
wouldn't let me forget the evening.  So finally I took off my
nightgown and lay naked on the bed and closed my eyes and touched
myself.  I was already very wet, which made everything smooth and
slippery and live to my touch, and my clitoris seemed to be reaching
out for my fingers, so I found a nice rhythm and I thought about Paul
but his puppy-dog licking kept popping into my mind, and then suddenly
instead of Paul it was Nicolas and there was nothing of the puppy dog
about him and just the image of him looking between my legs and the
thought of his head getting closer and closer to my cunt was enough,
and I gave myself a small orgasm then.  Well, at the time it was a
normal orgasm, just like the others I had had, but that was before the
next day, so now as I write I tell you, it was a small orgasm, but it
was enough to let off the steam and afterwards I put my nightgown back
on and went to sleep.

The next morning we drove the fifteen miles to the beach.  When we
reached the sand we stripped off our things and put them in Paul's
pack, then we stood and looked at one another, unsure what to do.  We
had been expecting Nicolas to direct us, yet there was no sign of him.
 After a moment we unrolled our towels and lay down in the sun.  I was
sure he would find us.  I was careful not to touch Paul, afraid to
have a repeat of the last time.  I dozed in the happy warmth for a few
minutes until I was roused by Nicolas' voice calling to us from across
the beach.  "Hey, you two lazy bones, get up.  Sleep is for the dead!"

I sat up, blinking against the sunlight.  There was Nicolas, some
distance away, hands on his hips, beaming and utterly naked except for
some silly-looking flip-flops.  He had no pack for his clothes.  For
all he looked to care, he might have walked through the center of town
naked.  And again, Alicia, I must tell you: the effect of this man, it
is unexplainable.  I already told you that he is not at all handsome. 
He was even less so without his clothes.  He had a powerful chest but
otherwise he was the picture of the middle-aged man who was once
physically very fit but now has gone slightly to seed.  He was very
dark, tan all over, so it was obvious he was no stranger to the beach.
 The way he stood there, the happy smile on his face, master of all he
surveyed, that is what was so attractive.  He had the confidence of
one who is supremely comfortable with all that he is.  Very few
people, Alicia, man or woman, radiate that kind of self-acceptance. 
It is no wonder every eye on the beach turned his way.

He called again to us.  "Come on, you two.  Let's get going!"

Paul and I rose and shook out our blankets.  I was suddenly very shy
that Nicolas should see me naked, Alicia, even though I was sure he'd
seen us at the beach the other time.  But what if, now that he saw me
close-up, he thought my figure was too boyish because I am not shaped
so gracefully as some women?  Maybe when he thought about it he would
decide I was not worth his time.  I resisted the urge to wrap my towel
around myself.  Instead I flung it over my shoulder, wanting to appear
casual, wanting to seem as easy with everything as Nicolas did, so he
would look past my girlish appearance.

Nicolas met us halfway and turned to walk out towards the end of the
point.  The beach is less sandy the farther out towards the point that
you go.  The families with the children don't go out there because the
children like the sand and there are fewer comfortable spots to spread
out.

"I am going to take you to a new place," said Nicolas, striking a lazy
stride.  "A place I'll bet you didn't even know was here.  If you have
ever walked out here you can pass it a hundred times and not see it if
you don't know where to look.  It is a good place and I think you will
like the people."

He had taken up a position on the other side of me, so that I was
between him and Paul.  Paul, on my left, was all potential energy,
every hard inch of him sleek and athletic and ascendant.  I knew what
to expect of him because all boys our age have such commonalities. 
Nicolas, on my right, was not so easily solved.  He seemed to be on
more of a slow burn, full of patience beyond my experience, and I
truly did not know what his expectations were.  So, Alicia, there I
was, close in between two men, the one I knew and felt like I could
control, and the other more mysterious and very much beyond my
control.

As we walked Nicolas did most of the talking.  He laughed often and
infectiously.  The sheen of sweat on his bald pate glittered in the
sun.  But I could hardly pay attention to any part of his body except
the alarming cudgel of flesh that swung between his legs as he walked.
 In case you do not already know this, Paul's cock is fine and sleek
as a racehorse.  I would even say it is beautiful.  But Alicia,
Nicolas' cock was thick-veined and stout and even soft it was capped
with a wide-flared head.  His scrotum hung heavily beneath like a
leather satchel full of large marbles.  I have already said that there
was nothing especially physically attractive about Nicolas, and this
part of him, his manhood, was downright ugly, but as with the rest of
him, it demanded attention.  It thumped with a deep resonance against
his right thigh as he walked.  I felt its bass rhythm between my legs.
 He caught my surreptitious glances and with a sly wink he gave
himself a single, idle stroke.  Then he took my hand and Paul reached
out for my other hand, and between them I felt like a prized princess
being led on a grand adventure.

We walked until we were well around the point and we came to a place
where the beach almost disappeared because the cliffs stretched their
toes nearly into the ocean.  Nicolas let go of my hand and said,
"Follow me now, and be careful.  The trail is narrow."  Then he picked
among the large rocks for a few yards until he rounded one as tall as
he and struck the bottom of a trail that was narrow and steep and
entirely hidden from the beach.  I had walked by this place many times
in the past and had no idea it was there.

It was not a long climb but it was steep and the trail twisted and
turned and snaked its way upwards.  The composition of the rocks
changed.  They turned black and volcanic.  Almost without warning the
trail ended at a small plateau surrounded on three sides by the rising
cliff walls.  The edge that overlooked the ocean was protected by a
fence of large boulders.  You could just see the ocean stretching away
to the horizon but you could not see the beach below.  It was a place
of wide, flat rocks heated up in the sun and in between the rocks the
ground was a coarse black sand, sediment from the wind eroding the
cliffs over millions of years.  It was a very private place.

And Alicia, let me tell you, my eyes must have been as big around as
platters when I took in the scene.  We were not alone.  There were a
dozen or so people there, scattered amongst the boulders and flat
rocks and dark sand, and they were all of course as nude as we were
but we had obviously come to a secret place that was for much more
than just sunbathing.  I have never been to an orgy before and I'm not
sure that is the right word because it conjures images of piles of men
and women writhing and moaning, which is not what was taking place. 
What I saw, Alicia, were some older couples, some younger couples,
some of them kissing, caressing, stimulating one another.  A man and a
woman were making love in a corner near the ocean and seemed to be
lost in their own world.  Another couple, two women, were getting off
on being watched.  They switched positions frequently, from one eating
the other to vice-versa, to a sixty-nine that the people watching them
particularly seemed to enjoy.  But there were other couples who were
merely enjoying lying on the flat rocks sunning themselves, and who
paid little attention to what was going on around them.  It was very
much a scene of people doing as they wished, and very accepting of
others doing the same.  And Nicolas was obviously well known.  Many of
them greeted him by name, and he greeted them in turn with warm words
and smiles.  Even the lesbians paused and one said, "Nicolas, we have
something to show you.  Look what we have found!" and she held up an
obsidian stone shaped like an obelisk, all of its edges and points
worn smooth by the ages of the ocean.  She touched the stone to her
lover's pussy and it must have been quite heated with the sun because
her lover squealed and wiggled to get away, but the woman holding the
stone dildo had her pinned down and as her lover shook at its burning
touch, the woman worked the sun-heated rock slowly inside her cunt.

I was amazed, Alicia, at what I was seeing.  I know you have been
curious to explore another woman and I have been too shy, and I had
never even been before in a place where this kind of thing went on,
and yet, to see those two beautiful women loving each other and to
watch the one woman tremble and call out and sigh at the hot rock's
penetration, and to see its heat transferred into her body as
pleasure, made me nearly crazy with desire.  Paul, too had responded. 
He breathed unevenly and his cock sprung out all hard and lustrous and
twitching in the breeze.

Nicolas grinned his approval.  "Wonderful!  You girls are delightful."
 Then he turned to Paul and me and said, "You see?  I promised you new
and interesting people and I always deliver on my promises, eh?  We
are all free and open in this place, and you may do as much or as
little as you desire, but remember," and here he leaned closer to
emphasize his point, "you don't have much time together, you two.  You
may feel free here to do such things as you wish."  Then he stood back
and grinned at Paul's erection and said, "I think Paul is quite on
board with what I am saying."  Then he turned to me.  "And you,
Odette?  How do you feel in this place?"

I didn't know how to answer him because my mouth was dry.  I think my
pussy had drunk up all the moisture in my body and I was afraid that
if I moved, it might all come gushing out between my legs.  So that
was my answer to him even though I could not voice it, he understood. 
He reached out to the pack slung over Paul's shoulder and unzipped it
and came out with a bottle of water.  "Perhaps this will replenish
you."

I drank down the water greedily, and Nicolas walked a few yards to
another couple who had been sitting together on a rock and observing
matters with keen interest.  I recognized them immediately as the
young Nordic couple Nicolas had spoken with in the club the night
before.  Unclothed, they were even less substantial than they had
appeared the night before.  They were both waifish and nearly hairless
except for the blonde hair on their heads.  The girl was even thinner
than me but I was depressed to see that even her breasts were larger
than mine.  In fact, on her twiggy body they appeared even bigger than
they actually were.  Nicolas bent down and kissed her deeply.  Her
arms snaked about his neck and her body arched up off the rock to meet
his as if he were a magnet.  His hand stroked down her back over her
bottom and down to her knees before they broke the kiss and she
settled uncertainly back down to the rock.  Her nipples were pink and
distended from their contact with his flesh.

Nicolas looked back over at us and said, "We are all very good friends
here, no?  Joki and Ingria have become quite fond of this private
place."  Nicolas cupped his hands and stage-whispered, "They claim to
be boyfriend and girlfriend but I think they are related, no? 
Cousins, perhaps?  Or possibly even brother and sister?"  A flush rose
in the boy's pale skin.  He had watched Nicolas kiss Ingria with
fascination, and his slender cock had risen to full attention, and it
was as tender as a sapling next to the thick trunk of Nicoals'
manhood, which had begun to roll and yearn as Ingria had laid her
willowy body along his.  Still looking at us, Nicolas continued.  "I
think this boy wants me as much as Ingria does."  The boy's flush
deepened to a full red fire and he looked quickly down at the ground. 
"It's OK," said Nicolas, tousling his fine halo of hair.  "I will give
you things to dream about, yes?  Ingria is a gifted dream-giver."

Ingria gave a sly smile that belied the innocence of her face and
body.  She placed her small hands around Nicolas' semi-erect manhood
and brought the dark-flanged head to her lips.  She kissed it and her
pointed tongue darted out to taste it and she nibbled around his
crown.  Nicolas' dick now began to stiffen even more.  Ingria quickly
took the length of it in her mouth and moved her head just a little as
he came to full hardness.

That was a thing I had never imagined before, Alicia, to feel a cock
come to full hardness in my mouth.  Of course the boys our age are
always hard, and so I had never thought of what it must be like to
feel one get to that state.  Especially in my mouth.  But watching the
way Nicolas regarded her, and watching the way her lips stretched as
he increased, I suddenly found myself hungry for that experience.

Nicolas had come to full erectness at last.  He rumbled deep in his
throat and stroked Ingria's bright hair, and looking at Joki through
heavy-lidded eyes he said, "Perhaps Ingria has given you a dream now."

Joki set his face very close to Ingria's.  Their cheeks touched.  And
he began to play with his own slender cock as Nicolas began to pump
himself slowly into Ingria's mouth.

I tell you, Alicia, that Joki was not the only one wondering what it
would be like to be in Ingria's place, and when Paul moaned a little
beside me I suddenly realized I had practically forgotten about him in
my amazement of the past few minutes.  I looked at him and of course
he was still hard and his body had worked up a fine slick sweat from
the heat of the sun and the scene, and when he saw my face he grabbed
me and kissed me and our bodies were suddenly together moving one
against the other as hotly as our tongues danced in our mouths.

I heard Nicolas' voice.  "I think Paul and Odette have come to make
the most of their last few days together."  And then I was aware that
everybody was watching us, and I wanted to show off a little, to prove
that we belonged, that we were more than just a couple of silly
children groping with no practice, so I broke the kiss and sank slowly
to my knees, trailing my tongue down Paul's body as I went.  Paul's
hands were on my shoulders, encouraging my progress.

When I was on my knees in the black sand I cupped my hands around
Paul's cock and stroked him.  Nicolas was watching us as Ingria's head
moved in long back-and-forth motions.  I was shocked at how much of
that thick cock disappeared inside her mouth as she sucked him.  There
was more to her than her ninety pounds would suggest.  Joki's cheek
was till glued to hers as she moved.

I wanted to show Nicolas that I had some skill, as well, and so I
teased Paul with my mouth.  I nipped and licked around the head of his
cock and he was already oozing clear fluid that caught the brightness
of the sun, and when I washed it around his head with my tongue the
tip of his cock seemed to glow with desire.

Nicolas suddenly groaned and when I looked over Ingria had captured
one of his big balls in her mouth and was suckling it as she stroked
his shaft with her hand.  Answering her, I slid down and found Paul's
scrotum with my mouth.  I pulled one of his testicles between my lips
and began to suck on it but I must have used too much force because
Paul whimpered and pulled away.

Nicolas chuckled and said, "Do not worry.  It is a sensation that
takes some restraint to endure, and then you find the pleasure in it."
 He was talking to Paul, not me, and as he spoke Ingria released his
one testicle and found the other and washed it for a moment in her
loving mouth before pulling his cock back down and sinking forward
until it was almost all gone again.

Paul came back at me with his cockhead against my lips and I took him
in again, trying to determine how Ingria could take so much at one
time.  I had heard of deepthroating but didn't know anything about how
it was possible, and I didn't have any more time to dwell on it
because almost as soon as Paul's cock was back in the liquid warmth of
my mouth he cried out and came.

I was not prepared for it, Alicia, and if we had been alone I would
have pulled away, but as I said, I was trying to prove myself, so I
held my mouth tightly around his shaft as it pulsed out three or four
full discharges.  My mouth was full of cock and come, and with a final
determination I swallowed everything he had shot into me and was
relieved to find that there was very little of the bitter taste.  I
think I looked to our spectators as if I had done this a hundred times
before.  I even swallowed twice more afterwards, as if he had somehow
given me so much that it took so many times to finally take it all,
wanting to show that I could.

Paul was looking down at me with wonder in his eyes, as if I had never
done this for him before, and when I looked over at our friends,
Nicolas had pulled himself out of Ingria's mouth and he said,
"Fabulous, Odette.  You must me very happy, Paul.  The sight was
almost enough to cause me to do the same with Ingria."  His thick
shaft glistened with her saliva.  He held out a hand each to Ingria
and Joki.  "Come, you two, and we will find a new thing to do."

The attentions of the people all around us had been slowly drawn in to
what was occurring between myself and Paul, Nicolas and the other boy
and girl.  The man and woman who had been making love when we arrived
had come back from their private world of pleasure, and now they
spooned and stroked each other tenderly and looked in on the center of
the scene.  I think the two lesbian lovers had taken a break, as well.
 The black rock dildo was lying on a towel, warming in the sun again,
and I wondered what its black heat would feel like at my own opening. 
Would it light my clit like a fuse?  Would I be able to contain its
heat if it burned its way as deeply into my pussy as it had been
inside the other woman?  The sounds of her squeals came back to me as
a pleasure I had never known.

I must tell you, Alicia, I had never been so awash in possibilities as
I was that moment.  I wanted to touch everyone there, to discover the
secrets of their pleasures.  I'm not sure I could have refused anyone
or anything at that moment.  Right now, recalling that sensation, I
get goosebumps of fear at how so many things might have happened that
my good sense would recoil at.  I was under some kind of spell that in
retrospect is both delicious and terrifying.

Most of the others who had come to that high secluded place that
morning were also now watching us, and many of them were standing
close, kissing and touching.  I was proud, Alicia, because I felt like
watching me pleasure Paul had intrigued them and stirred their own
passions, and I felt somehow responsible for all the erotic impulses
that had inspired them to begin caressing one another.

And who knows?  Perhaps I did play my part, but most likely it was all
orchestrated by Nicolas, who, even though he was now very aroused was
obviously still enjoying himself immensely.  He had led Ingria and
Joki to a place only a few feet from where I was still on my knees at
Paul's crotch.  Paul's cock had retreated from full hardness after his
climax but still jutted out in a very rude fashion.  It brushed
against my cheek as I turned to see what Nicolas and the others were
up to.

Nicolas had had Joki lie in the sand on his back and Ingria straddled
him on her hands and knees in the sixty-nine fashion.  "Now, Joki,"
said Nicolas as he moved behind Ingria, "you will get to have another
view and have new fantasies, I think."  He knelt in the sand behind
Ingria.  He looked even larger and swarthier as he crouched behind her
pale lithe body.  He said, "Ingria, I would like to fuck you now. 
Would you like that?"

"Yes, very much," she said, swaying her tiny bottom to try and find
him.  "I am very ready."

"Yes," Nicolas breathed heavily, touching the tip of his penis to the
crevice that divided her bottom.  "You are always ready."  Then
looking down to where the boy's face was peering up from the sand
directly at Ingria's slitted opening and Nicolas' pendulous scrotum,
Nicolas said, "Joki, please guide my cock to Ingria's sex."  The boy
reached a thin hand up and encircled Nicolas' cock.  "That's good,"
murmured Nicolas.  "Now please direct it until Ingria and I are joined
together."

The boy pulled Nicolas' cock down Ingria's ass, across her rear
opening, until its mushroom head flattened against the notch of her
cunt.  "Perfect," Nicolas rumbled and began to ease himself forward. 
In only a moment his penis was sliding through Joki's fist as it sank
into Ingria.  Ingria arched her back slightly at the penetration, then
there was no more room for Joki's hand and it fell away as Nicolas
completed the movement and came to rest against Ingria, his form
looming over her larger than ever now that he covered her like a
shadow.  For her part, Ingria looked sleek and catlike even filled as
she was with what Nicolas had put inside her.  However young and frail
she might seem to look at, this girl had all the qualities of a
practiced woman.  I was jealous again to feel so inexperienced.

As Nicolas began a long, slow fucking stroke, Joki's hand went back to
his own cock, but Nicolas called him off, saying, "Wait until we are
finished.  Then you will get your treat."  Joki's fingers and cock
trembled with the effort of his restraint.

And Nicolas fucked Ingria then for some long minutes, slowly at first,
coaxing long sighs from the girl with each instroke.  Joki lay
mesmerized beneath them, Nicolas' cock disappearing time and again
into Ingria mere inches from his eyes, his balls dangling even closer.
 Paul's fingers stroked my hair and my cheek absently, and I saw his
cock recovering from its first expenditure, gathering itself for
another adventure.  Of course I remembered how I had teased him the
night before and given him no release, so now he was full of extra
passion.  I was so ready for almost anything, and I knew at once I
wanted to give Paul the thing he had been wanting since the first
night.  Suddenly I ached to feel his cock sliding into me the way
Nicolas' cock was sliding into Ingria.

But still I was thinking to prove myself and show that I was a master
of some things just as Nicolas appeared to me master of so many, so I
kissed Paul's thigh and told him to lie down on his back near Joki,
but instead of straddling Paul in the sixty-nine arrangement of Ingria
and Joki, I came astride him so that we were face to face.  He raised
his hips to find my body in a clumsy motion that made me think again
of that over-eager puppy dog.

"Do you really want me so badly?" I asked him as I ground myself
against him.  I was so wet that there was almost no friction until I
exerted fierce pressure.

"God, yes," he gasped.  His eyes were wide and I wondered suddenly if
he was a virgin.  I had never stopped to consider it because I felt
that everyone our age has done it at least once, even if they are like
me and find other activities more pleasurable.  I never did ask him,
Alicia.  Perhaps you will do it for me and tell me when you arrive. 
It would be special to know that in addition to introducing him to the
sixty-nine on his bed that afternoon, I was his introduction to
intercourse, as well.  I would feel as if I had given him special
gifts.

I smiled and, aware that all eyes except for Joki and Ingria were upon
me, I stretched my hand behind me and found Paul's cock.  I tried to
look graceful as I raised up and angled it correctly, and possibly it
was because I had been so wet for so long, or possibly I was just
lucky, but there was no fumbling for angles and almost as soon as I
let my weight begin to fall I felt that odd yet enticing sensation of
his cockhead splitting my entrance and pressing against the inner
constriction of my vagina with an alien force.  I know you have done
this many times, and I know you say that with only a little more
experience the feeling will become completely natural, but I still
find it unfamiliar and slightly alarming.

I tried to portray none of this on my face as I closed my eyes and
accepted him inside me.  I just sank backwards with the same slow
motion with which Nicolas had used on Ingria, and as Paul's cock went
deeper I began to feel more at ease.  When I had finally taken Paul
entirely and I felt the coarse hairs of his scrotum tickling against
my bottom, I sat up and Nicolas was looking at me and I looked at him
and we smiled at each other and he said, "I think now I am fully
inspired," and he moved with increased tempo, which caused Ingria's
protracted sighs to contract into more urgent gasps.

Then I began to move up and down on Paul's cock, attempting to match
myself to Nicolas' rhythm.  Paul's hands were all over my body, now on
my hips to try and urge me forward, now pinching my nipples, which
made them burn as if that sun-cooked dildo had been raked across them.

Suddenly Nicolas made a noise like the waves far below and drew
Ingria's bottom against him, and Ingria said something in a faraway
northern tongue as she felt Nicolas' hot issue jetting forth into her
deep recesses.  Beneath them, watching Nicolas' balls beat like little
hearts with each release, Joki's body twitched and trembled, and his
legs parted in some unconscious reaction.

I had frozen, sunk all the way on Paul's dick, and watched as Nicolas
climaxed inside Ingria.  Everyone present was still to watch.  Even
Paul had ceased his wonderfully unseasoned gyrations and was looking
only at Nicolas and Ingria and Joki.

After some long moments when the only sound was the continual rise and
fall of the surf on the rocks below, Nicolas unsealed himself from
Ingria and slowly withdrew himself from her.  As his inflamed crown
finally emerged back into the sunlight, I saw Ingria's beautiful pink
lips ragged and ripe and lacquered with the thick luster of their
lovemaking.  As I watched a small brighter white pearl of Nicolas'
semen welled forth from deeper inside her.

Nicolas, for the first time, seemed without words, and it was some
long moments before he finally stirred and said, "I think I will leave
the two of you to the fulfillment of your pleasures now.  You have
certainly earned it."  And as if they had been waiting for this signal
Ingria came up to a position matching mine and her crotch lowered to
smother Joki's waiting face.  Joki ate her like that, making thirsty
sounds in his throat as he tasted Ingria and Nicolas, and Ingria began
to sway back and forth like a willow sapling bending in the increasing
windstorm of her own approaching climax.

I moved on Paul as well and I began to feel a harmony inside me that I
had not experienced when I did this with the first boy.  It was a core
gratification that came from being so intricately joined.  Then
Nicolas was behind me, kneeling, his bulk close to me, the sticky
slick semi-hardness of his lolling manhood dangerous against the small
of my back.

His voice was husky as he said, "This is good, no, that you have come
here together, and that Paul will go home with the memory of your
inner sweetness so fresh and delightful?"

All I could say was, "Oh," and move a little faster, pressing myself
between Paul beneath me and Nicolas behind me.

Nicolas wrapped an arm around me, his fingers sliding towards the
place where Paul and I were joined together.  "Watch Ingria," he
whispered in my ear.  "She will come any moment now.  Joki desires
both men and women but he is very good at giving women pleasure."

Ingria moaned and spoke strange words and her body writhed atop Joki. 
Joki moved his entire face beneath her grinding cunt, his busy jaw
evidence of his embedded tongue, and he stroked his long thin cock
with a practiced hand.

"He is making love to her clitoris," said Nicolas as his finger
suddenly touched my own little bead.  I cried out a little.  "I taught
them how to do it," he whispered, his breath full of the possibility
of so many more things to teach.

Beside us, Joki was overcome and he shot needles of silvery semen that
didn't touch him at all but struck Ingria's torso like decorative
threads, and she arched as if they were piercing her and rammed her
hips against his face as she came, her body stiff as she pumped her
climax into his waiting mouth.

Paul was moaning beneath me, arching his hips up to meet me each time
I descended his cock.  My inner passages had molded themselves around
his shape and as we moved I experienced for the first time the way a
woman's body and a man's body can fit together like perfect
complements and I wondered it was anything like the feeling of being
so truly in love that you feel completed by your partner.  But such
higher thoughts were fleeting and dashed away beneath the growing
feeling of Paul moving inside me and Nicolas pressing behind me, his
hot breath in my ear as his finger played now with my fully revealed
clitoris.

"The best way is with the tongue," Nicolas whispered, flicking his
finger.  "The tongue and the clitoris are much alike and know each
other the way other parts do not."  He captured my earlobe between his
lips.  "Pretend that my finger is my tongue," he said, "and that your
earlobe is your clitoris," and then he licked and sucked and nibbled
at my earlobe while his finger matched the motions of his tongue and I
did not have to imagine very much the feeling that connected
everything together.

I felt myself begin to flutter around Paul's cock, and even that first
light milking was enough to lure forth his climax.  His second load of
the morning went into my body.  A honeyed sensation washed over me as
he bathed my womb with his ardent spendings.  He lifted me off the
ground as his hips sought to anneal themselves to me.  Nicolas kept
himself just as firmly against my back, and I was pressed between
Paul's throbbing cock inside me and Nicloas' meaty manhood hardening
along my spine.  Nicolas nibbled my earlobe in his teeth and my
orgasm, which had began with the familiar nimble contractions,
wrenched my body into something else altogether.  The best I can
explain, Alicia, is that it was like a bad menstrual cramp, except
that the pleasure was equally as intense as the pain.  It was
exquisite and terrifying.  Paul whimpered wide-eyed, and I think I
must have wrung his cock so stridently with my contractions that I
caused him more than a little pain while he was still raw with his own
climax.  That was the moment I learned that there are large orgasms
and small orgasms, and everything I had experienced before that moment
were small orgasms.

When I was able to catch my breath again and open my eyes against the
brilliance of the sun, I realized Nicolas was no longer behind me.  He
was seating himself next to Ingria and Joki, who were sitting with
their backs against a large rock.

Nicolas grinned and indicated his renewed erection.  "See what you
have done to me?  I am an old man and to be reenergized again so soon
requires unusual inspiration.  I have found that today."

I was suddenly embarrassed, Alicia, at the attention I had just
moments ago been courting.  I looked around at how many people were
heavily involved now, vaulting from our performance into their own. 
Everywhere now were couples, threes, and fours, pleasuring each other
without inhibition.  The lesbians had accepted a man into their
embrace and his cock flashed like a saber in between them.  Ingria was
stroking Nicolas' stiff member again and when he touched her head she
lowered it again to engulf him.  He whispered something to Joki and
the boy spread Ingria's legs and began to eat her in the same lazy way
she was sucking Nicolas.

Paul took my hand and we made for the exit, dazed and overwhelmed by
what had happened.  Nicolas gave us a parting wink and said, "You know
where to find us now, and you are always welcome."

Paul left on yesterday's flight.  Perhaps the two of you will have
already talked about all of this by the time you receive this letter. 
We made love two more times before he left, and it has left me with a
new kind of affection for him.  We plan to see each other if he
returns next summer, but we both know there is much to do and learn
before then, especially when you arrive next week.  I have not been
back to that special place above the point on the beach.  I have been
too nervous to return alone, although often the image of Nicolas and
his cheerful salaciousness comes into my head and I forget whatever
else I was thinking about.  The other night I woke up twisted in my
sheets after dreaming of him and when I touched myself I thought of
his fingers and his tongue and his breath hot in my ear and I came
quickly and vigorously.

Perhaps I will one day be with him, or perhaps I won't.  I think I
would like to go back to the place we went that morning, though.  I
have decided I will take you there.  You give me courage, and I am
sure Nicolas will like you every bit as well as he likes me, and even
if I fail in my courage to let him teach me some of things he hinted
at, I think you will not be so timid, and the thought seeing you and
him together is very exciting.  I have even imagined how we could all
three be together, but you know I am probably only fooling myself that
I would ever find that kind of courage.

So, Alicia, that is why I have not written, and I hope that now that
you have heard my story you will not be angry with me.  I am counting
the days until your arrival.  We will have special times together
regardless of what we end up doing, especially since it will be the
last bit of summer before I have to return north to the old
cobblestone streets and the gray dreary days of winter.  Travel safely
and call as soon as you arrive.

Your friend, 
  Odette


THE END
Walt9899
August 26, 2004

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