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The Great Blowjob
a Novelette by Varkel
Fall, 2011


*Part 3 of 5*


Blake and Dorothy set off from the others, their feet sinking into the 
sand until they reached the firm strand.  Away from the fire and with 
the moon not yet risen, the darkness hid the girl's form from his clear
view.  But he remembered her small frame, the well shaped limbs and, 
modest, pert breasts, like those belonging to a girl younger than 
seventeen though not so young as Florrie claimed to be.  Yet face and 
pubic bush attested to maturity, as did her intellectual seriousness, 
however religious.  Despite his considerable sexual experience, he had 
never taken a virgin girl and he was intrigued, because he suspected 
that with a small bit of temptation she would surrender to him.

"I'm not an atheist," he said as they trekked into the darkness, 
grateful that the offshore breeze remained strong.  "But my conception 
of god may differ from yours."

"There is only one God, Blake, however you think of Him."

"Yes, and as you said, He has a purpose for us.  How else could we have
survived the tornado and arrived unhurt on this island, naked as He 
created us?"  At that moment his mind considered that in fact the three
young women had sported scraps of clothing -- but that was definitely 
beside the point.

She agreed with him.  "What you say is true, and it has set me to 
thinking.  I'm beginning to question all those things I've been taught 
by the parson and in Sunday School."

"How do you mean, Dorothy?  Are you saying you're losing your faith?"

"Not at all.  I'm getting back to the basics in a way, the basics of God
and religion.  It's hard to explain, because I don't have much 
experience in thinking on my own.  But I feel a warming glow inside me 
and a certainty of truth."

"Like you're Eve and I'm Adam, and we have just enjoyed God's creation?"

"Something like that, Blake.  But I'm confused about the particulars."

"Let me ask you something, Dorothy.  Have you ever experienced personal
tenderness from another person?"

"Mom and Dad were always stern, and although I love them very much I 
suppose my answer must be no."

"Never a tender touch or kiss?"

"No.  That was frowned upon, you know."

"But now you're different?  You feel closer to God and unencumbered by 
the mores and rules of your early education?"

"I feel free, Blake, free for the first time in my life.  I love God 
more purely than before, and I know that He loves me."

"And now you can accept tenderness?"

"Yes, but I'm totally ignorant about all that."

Blake took her arm and pulled to a stop.

"May I kiss you?" he asked, running his hand up to fondle a soft biceps.

The darkness did not allow him to see her nod, but the girl's answer was
unmistakable when she stepped close to him and pressed her nude body to
his.

They kissed tenderly, she experimentally.  He ran a hand down her naked
back then kneaded a pert buttock.  She did not protest.

"Have you ever felt physical pleasure, Dorothy," he asked, "the kind 
that God allows us to enjoy?"

"I've never felt _that_ kind," she replied, raising her lips from his 
chest.  "I don't know anything about it."

"God would never have permitted it, if he didn't want us to experience 
it."

"Yes, Blake, I agree, but I don't know what to do."

"We could give each other pleasure, darling.  I'll show you how."

She allowed him to lower her to the sand.  They kissed passionately 
while Blake explored her slight handfuls of breasts and flat tummy.  He
stroked sleek, soft thighs, hands sliding higher.  She started when 
fingers touched her mons, but then relaxed after he reassured her.

"Darling, this is where God has concealed your pleasure center," he 
said.

"Do you think he wants you to pleasure me?" she said in a dreamy voice.

"He wants us to give each other pleasure."

"You'll have to teach me about that."

"I shall, darling."

He began to masturbate the girl tenderly, skillfully, as he had been 
taught by numerous previous lovers, and she squirmed in growing arousal.
He suckled a small breast while doing so, and she fondled his head.

"Darling . . ." he began.

"Don't talk!" she gasped.

Her ensuing orgasm was very pronounced, if not spectacular.  Groans grew
in intensity as her lower body pushed at his busy fingers.  Then a sharp
cry and brief wail followed.  A spasm shook her body and she pulled at 
his hair.  He cradled her in his arms as she recovered from the profound
experience.

"God loves me!" she exclaimed.  "I know it now for certain!"

"How do you know?"

"The pleasure!  I never imagined anything like it!  It was truly 
divine!"

Although never doubting her, he marveled that a girl of her age had 
never before experienced orgasm.  He kissed her deeply while stroking a
beautiful thigh.  His fingers toyed at her vagina.  He inserted one 
that, to his surprise, penetrated to its full depth.  A second and even
a third did not raise an objection.  But he remained convinced that she
was a virgin.

"God indeed loves you, Dorothy," he said against her cheek.  "He created
you without a bothersome hymen."

"Is that bad?"

"No, darling.  How could god make you anything but perfect?  When we 
join together, you shall feel no pain, only pleasure."

At those words her body went still.  She said quietly, "Joining means 
sex; I know that much."

"That's right, dearest: glorious sex."

"I don't think God would let me be barren, Blake."

"Of course you're right, darling, and I would not want to get you 
pregnant.  Just let me join with you for a brief moment.  I'll not 
release any seed."

"I trust you, Blake, but we're gritty with sand.  This might not be the
best time for us to join together."

His leaking cock had swollen to the utmost.  He grimaced in 
frustration.  The starlight was bright enough for her to notice his 
pained expression.

She assured him, "But I still want to give you pleasure."

"There are other ways you can pleasure me.  I'll show you how."

"Please do!"

"Kiss my penis."

"Is that all?"

"No, darling, it's just the start."

After a brief hesitation the girl obeyed.  "It's all messy!" she 
declared, raising her head.  "Do you have to pee?"

'No, darling.  The moisture you found is lubrication.  It's part of my 
seed."

She licked her lips.  "It's ... nasty, Blake.  I don't like the taste.
Can't I rub you like you did to me?"

"Yes, that would work, but it would not be as much fun."

"This isn't about fun.  God just wants me to give you pleasure.  If I 
can do it by rubbing you, that should be enough."

He sighed, resigned to getting a mere handjob from the sweet girl.  It's
better than nothing, he thought.  They would probably be rescued the 
next day.

"Put your hand on the shaft, darling.  I'll show you what to do."

It didn't take long.  With his hand guiding hers he came within a couple
of minutes and spewed copiously.

"Whew!" he exclaimed after he was finished, "you do God's work very 
well."

"That's a high compliment, Blake.  Thank you."

"For your future consideration, my dear, many women enjoy the taste of 
semen.  You shouldn't let that touch of lubrication put you off."

Her eyes widened in the starlight.  "You mean ... women enjoy kissing 
men there?"

"Oh yes!  Just ask Claire or Lacey.  And make a note: your men will love
it better than almost anything."

She stiffened.  "I just remembered ... something I overheard ...  Is 
that what they call 'codsucking?'"

"Uh, I believe the word is 'cocksucking.'"

"Oh...  Oh!  Excuse me."  Her voice grew faint.  "I didn't realize ..."

He suppressed a chuckle.  "Of course a farm girl would know the 
mammalian meaning of 'cock.'"

She mused as if to herself, "Now I know what Dave Johnson meant when he
took his pants down and asked me to play calf."

Blake said curiously, "Do you still think it was an insult?"

"No, not exactly.  Now I would feel different."

"Then you have learned something tonight."

"Oh yes!" she said with feeling.

"Before we get off the subject, I know lots of other ways to give you 
pleasure, darling."  His hand clasped her shoulder.  "I'll kiss and lick
you all over."

But she shrugged him off.  "We've done enough for now, Blake.  I think 
we should get back to the others."

"But we're stranded naked on a sandy island.  This should be a special 
time for us."

"I don't want the others to worry about us, Blake.  Let's go back."

"Will you ... come away with me again later?"

"Maybe."  She got to her feet and he rose beside her.  They trudged 
toward the camp fire, a flickering red spot in the distance.  The girl 
did not cling to him possessively, as he might have expected considering
what they had just done.  She walked a bit ahead and began to sing.

"Jesus loves me, that I know ..."

After she finished a verse he said jocularly, "Do you think your orgasm
came from Jesus?"

She giggled, a silvery peal that he seemed to feel in the testicles, and
said, "Oh no, that came from you."  Her amusement vanished.  "But I 
think He gave you the idea."

"Maybe in principle.  I know I thought of making love to you when I 
first saw you stand up from under that sofa."

"Is that what you did, Blake: make love to me?"

Her apparent coyness left him impatient.  "What I did was finger your 
clit.  If you had trusted me a little more I would indeed have made love
to you."

She said almost distantly, "Erin Johnson made Sally Clay pregnant when 
she trusted him."

"What were they -- just teenagers?"

"I'm just a teenager."

"Well, I'm not.  Believe me, I know how to avoid that."

"Sally said that's what Erin told her."

Realizing that he had fallen behind, she turned around to look for him.
He stood, arms akimbo, about 20 feet behind her.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

He answered her, but at that moment a long line of surf thudded onto the
strand, drowning his words.  She drew near him and repeated her 
question.

A bright half-moon slipped free of the clouds.  His eyes glittered.  
"Dorothy, would you really like to see Jesus?"

She flinched.  "Do you want to kill me?"

"Not_ kill_!"  He stepped forward, caught her in his arms and forced 
their faces together before she could react.  His tongue, wet and 
tasting of spice, entered her mouth, stimulating a return of warmth in 
her belly.

A powerful hand under her buttocks lowered her to the firm sand.  His 
face slipped down her torso and his tongue returned, now in her secret 
crevice.  Her hands clutched his head, pulling his hair, weakly trying 
to force him back, but the fierce pleasure his fingers had earlier 
elicited burst throughout her body, stealing her strength.  It soon 
surpassed the earlier peak.  She saw flashes of light and heard bells 
ringing.  It subsided enough for her again to feel the wicked tongue 
flickering, which restored its power.

Eventually she was aware of the man's weight on her hips and belly.  Now
the lovely pleasure was different: it was inside as much as out but 
still peaking in bells and stars.  She had an impression that she ought
to be concerned, but the idea failed to reach consciousness.  She was a
lost soul, drowning in ecstasy.

Suddenly the experience ended, reduced to a mere echo.  Aware that his 
weight had left her, she opened her eyes.  He had rolled onto his side.
One hand held his male thing, pumping it as he had shown her earlier.  
His seed splashed on her belly, glittering in the moonlight.  She 
gasped, feeling an ineffable loss.

"I said I would keep you safe."

"'Safe?'" she repeated in aggravation.  "That's terrible!"

His grin widened.  "Don't tell me the Bible outlaws pulling out."

"If it doesn't it ought to.  I didn't _see_ Jesus, but I think I felt 
Him."

The grin became a confident chuckle.  "I'm afraid that was just me, 
darling."

He caught her hand, rose to his feet and pulled her erect beside him.  
He meant to say that now they could join the others, but she continued 
her motion against him.  Her mouth sought his and her tongue delved into
it for the first time.  They stood thus for a long time, his dwindling 
erection upright on her belly, her arms tight around his neck.

At last with a sigh she tucked her face into his neck and whispered, 
"We're all sticky."

"That's easy to fix."

She let him lead her to the water's edge but hesitated when her feet got
wet.  She remarked, "This water was cold even when the sun was shining."

He cupped a hand full and splashed her belly.  She stepped back as he 
threw more on himself.

"Now _I'll_ be cold!" she complained.

"It'll dry in a minute.  Come on."

They walked on above the surf, her side pressed against him, arm around
his waist.

He said, "How do you feel?"

"Tingly.  You ... did it to me, didn't you?"

"Did _it_?  To set the record straight, I really made love to you.  I 
had the honor to be your first man."

She said musingly, "If you'd done that yesterday, I'd have hated you, 
but now ...  I feel grateful."

"If that's a thank you, you're very welcome.  But you say that because 
you think it was God's will, don't you?"

"That's right.  It was.  Four Christian virgins delivered into the hands
of four -- what do you call people who swap spouses?"

He laughed.  "Liberated.  But don't forget Florrie."

"She's virgin too, although maybe not Christian.  I don't understand His
reason, but His purpose is plain.  I think Fred needs to teach Linda and
your wives the boys."

He chuckled.  "Claire has probably already started on that."


* * *


While Blake and Dorothy departed the fireside, the others watched in 
surprise.  Almost all the daylight had gone and the remainder was 
rapidly failing.  Above them the night sky was clear, as often seen at 
an ocean beach when the offshore breeze arrives free of haze and smog.
The stars shedded enough light to note people's outlines and the 
breaking surf.  The stay-behinds had all taken seats close but upwind of
the fire, ruining their night vision.  Jason scowled after the departing
couple.

"What's he gonna do to her?"

With a grin Claire said, "Nothing that she doesn't want."

The lad blinked.  "You mean -- you _don't_ mean ..."

Greg had an explanation.  "I don't know what _he_ wants, but I think she
wants to save his soul."

"What?"  Jason giggled.  "Talk about cross-purposes!"

Both Claire and Lacey joined his giggling.

Linda looked from one to the other.  "What's so funny?"

Smiling,  Florrie said, "He wants to screw but she wants to pray."

Greg seemed appalled.  "How do you know?"

"I've seen how guys act when that's on their minds."

Fred said, "Are you sure you're 13?"

"Would that worry you?"  She was already sitting beside him.  Her 
expression was sincere.

"It sure does!"

"Oh."  Her eyes dropped.  "Well ..."

Greg seemed concerned.  "You think Blake doesn't understand what Dorothy
meant?"

The women's laughter had ceased, but Claire's smile returned.  "Oh, he 
probably understands, not that it matters."

"But that's ..."  His voice was strained.  He stood up and looked down 
the beach.  "That's awful!"

Lacey said archly, "Because you're the one who wanted to do it?"

"Do what?"  Linda's eyes were wide.

"Introduce her to womanhood."

Greg took a few steps back, as if he too would depart down the beach, 
but evidently decided against it.  As they all listened, a long wave 
thudded onto the strand.

Linda said contemplatively, so low that only the closest overheard her,
"It may be a good night for that."

Florrie said, "I think so too," and put her hand 
tentatively on Fred's knee.

He looked at the hand, then the girl and said softly, "We got a problem,
honey."

"I'm not as green as you think," she whispered.

"What?"  He tilted his head toward her.

She repeated herself, loud enough for Jason to overhear.  He snickered.
"You being 13 wouldn't upset me."

She snapped over her shoulder, "But you would upset _me_."

He sounded wounded.  "Why?  I'm a wholesome American boy!"

Her voice was dry.  "Exactly."

"Well, excu-oose me!"  He turned to Linda.  "You don't think I'm 
wholesome either, do you?"

Linda shrugged, causing the nipples to wobble on her full breasts.  
"Leave her alone.  She already knows what she wants."

"Okay, okay, then what do _you_ want?"

Her eyes lowered.  "Some help, if I can find someone who knows how."

Claire regarded her curiously.  "Tell me something if you don't mind.  
Is it true that all students at your school have to sign an abstinence 
pledge?"

"Yes."

"But what if they didn't abstain before?"

"They have to swear they're virgin too."

"Really?  Then Lacey and I couldn't attend, right?"

"I think ... they do something else for older people."

"For us old fogeys, eh?"  The woman grinned wryly.

"She's married," said Jason in a tone of finality.

Claire said, "I can think of better ways to avoid pregnancy and disease.
Why is it Christians can only think of abstinence?"

The girl blinked.  "I don't actually know."

"Is that what the Bible says?"

"Greg?"

He was listening intently.  "The New Testament does, I think, but not 
the Old."

Lacey was interested.  "It really says no sex before marriage?"

"Maybe not in so many words," he said.  "We're going to college to find
that out."

"We could probably check that," said Claire.  "Must be a Bible in these
book piles, if they came from a religious school."

Jason sniffed.  "Who wants to read by firelight?"

"It could be brighter," said Fred, leaning forward to throw more debris
on the fire.

Greg said, "Do you think anybody else can see it?"

"If they're looking, and they might be after that tornado.  I'll bet it
affected the whole eastern half of the state."

Claire said thoughtfully, "Some pilot might notice it, or a fishing boat
-- or the CIA looking at a satellite photo, but I don't think we'll see
anyone before daylight tomorrow, if then."

Greg resumed his seat between Linda and Claire.  The woman put her arm 
around his shoulders and said, "You don't have to start worrying yet.  
We'll be all right for a day or two."

His chin rose.  "I'm not worried."

Her hand pulled his head close to her mouth.  She spoke barely above a 
whisper.  "Do you feel protective about Dorothy or was Lacey right?"

"Lacey right about what?"

"That you're the one who wanted Dorothy."

He looked away with a shrug.  "Does it matter?"

"It might."  Still nearly whispering, she said "Turn your butt a little
bit this way...  Now raise that knee -- no, the other one."

He regarded her in wonder but complied.  The effect of his movements was
to shade his groin from the firelight.  Her hand crept over his hip and
encircled his member.

He shivered in surprise.  "Wh-- what ..."  He felt more than heard her 
giggle.

"I'm getting to know you better, Greg."  Her hand moved rhythmically.  
"Did you swear you're a virgin too?"

"Ah, ah, yes."

"Then don't you think Linda had a point?"

"'A point?'"

"That tonight is a good one to change that state?"

He hesitated then said, "Gosh!  I feel funny!"

She chuckled warmly.  "Greg, I think we need to take a walk."

He stared at her dumbly.  Still chuckling, she took his hand in hers, 
rose to her feet and pulled until he joined her.

She announced, "Greg and I are going for a stroll.  I know all about 
deserted beaches at night, so no one should worry.  Lacey, I doubt we'll
be gone very long, but if Blake gets back first, explain things, will 
you?"

"Sure," said Lacey.  "Enjoy yourselves.  I may take a stroll myself 
after a while."

Claire led Greg out of the debris field.  On the strand they started up
the beach in the opposite direction from Blake and Dorothy.

Behind her she heard the irrepressible Jason say, "Is anybody gonna ask
what she means to do with him?"


* * *


Greg was unconscious of his erection as he and Claire left the campfire.
His initial shock at everyone's nudity had long worn away and the tingle
in his belly, hardly minutes old, completely obliterated years of 
Christian training.  It was over seven inches long and rather fat.  He 
had never measured it.

Claire's first seduction of a male had occurred long before she was as 
old as this one, but she couldn't recall ever taking one who claimed to
be a virgin.  She felt a rising anticipation.  His body was a 
magnificent specimen of a man, she thought -- blond but fully masculine
with a pretty, boyish face, yet almost hairless below the neck.  She 
released his hand to encircle the upstanding manhood instead.

"You don't really mind if I hold it, do you?"

He looked over his shoulder toward the fire but actually rotated his 
hips to ease her access.

She chuckled.  "I thought not."

A half-moon appeared suddenly above them, flooding the beach with 
silvery light.  He looked down at her hand and drew a shuddery breath.
"Do girls actually like to do that?"

The question pleased her.  He would certainly succumb to her with little
further urging, though she had never doubted it.  "You know it, though 
they'll never admit it.  Boys are supposed to feel up girls, not the 
opposite."

"Why is that?"

"It's all part of a schema, a plan.  The females of all mammal species 
are charged with improving the breed.  Do you understand what I'm 
saying?  The females do the choosing, so they're relatively hard to 
arouse.  The males come to them, chat them up, feel them up, and the 
females choose the best.  Our culture recognizes that by saying a woman
has the right to change her mind."

He thought that over while her fingers worked his foreskin.  "Is it 
God's plan?"

She laughed.  "If you'd said that positively, like 'It's_ God's_ plan,'
I'd have just agreed.  But you asked a question.  No.  Who needs God?  
It's obviously to the species' advantage for the women to choose.  They
have to stay behind and mind the babes."

He thought some more.  "But you're feeling_ me_ up!"

She giggled.  "So be a man!"

In the moonlight Claire could clearly see the  boy's face, which 
developed a crooked, devilish smile.  He pressed in front of her, 
stopped, turned and fondled the abundant breasts with both hands.

"I can't wait any longer," he said.  "Let's do it here."

"Do what?" she teased.

He suddenly blushed then stammered, "I thought ..."

"Silly!" she exclaimed before fully withdrawing his foreskin.  "Greg, 
you're positively leaking!  I'm afraid you won't last long."

"What do you mean?" he cried, like a boy found deficient in some way.

She jacked his stiff member, studying him with a slight grin as he 
tweaked her nipples.

"Oh, my god!" he shouted, squirting copious amounts of semen into her 
navel.  It streaked down her rotund stomach.

"That's what I meant, Greg.  You didn't last a minute."

"You didn't come!" a male voice called incredulously from behind a small
dune.

Greg did not react.  He stood stupefied at the incredible pleasure he 
had just experienced.  Claire rounded the dune to discover Jason lying 
on the sand with fist enflolding his erect cock.

"Whacking off?" she said.  "No need for that."

"Go away!" Jason cried.  His face darkened in the moonlight and he used
both hands to cover his privates.

"Oh?  You want privacy too?  You can do better than that, Jason."

"You like him better," the boy declared.

"Do I?  Right now I like you."  She stood over him, said, "Turn on your
back," and straddled his midriff.  "Hold your cock straight up," she 
added, stooping.  "You're in for a treat.  Give your fist a rest."

"Oh, Jesus!" he exclaimed when the well-fleshed woman sat down on his 
member, impaling herself fully.

"Let's not talk religion, darling, not now at least," she said, leaning
her face above his.  "Fuck me hard."

Jason gripped her back with both arms and began to jab up at her wildly.
In his enthusiasm his penis lost its lodgment.  Before Claire could 
complain, he fitted it back just in time to spew, yelping as he did so.

"You virgin boys!" she exclaimed.  "I was hardly even started."

Hands on hips, Greg stepped up beside them.  His half-flaccid member 
drooped.

"Come closer," she said to him, extending her hand to pull on the 
sagging organ.  "I want you hard again."

While Jason's fell out of her, she slurped Greg's cock into her mouth 
and began to suck.

"Girls do that?" cried the standing lad in stupefaction, feeling himself
surge erect.

She laughed nasally and spat him out before sneering, "You religious 
boys are pathetic.  Now lie down on your back next to your buddy."

She got to her feet, straddled the newcomer and lowered herself onto his
more imposing member.

"Ah," she sighed.  "That's better -- much, much better.  Now let's see 
how long you can last."

For several intense minutes both boys stroked and fondled her flesh.  
Soon she added two fingers at her clitoris above the fatter and longer 
penis.

"Oh, yes!" she cried.  "Heaven on the beach!"

Jason examined the action of the intersecting bodies while Greg stared 
into the woman's excited face.  "Does it feel that good for girls?" he 
asked in wonder.

"It must!" said Jason.  "Listen to her grunt."

"Is something wrong, Claire?"

"No, you ninny!  I'm coming over and over.  Oh, god!"

"You're ... coming?"  He began to thrust in counterpoint.

"Don't you dare --  Hell, go ahead.  I've got your buddy in reserve.  Oh
god, oh god!"


* * *


"What happened to Jason?"  Lacey sprang to her feet and scanned all 
around the moonlit beach.

When no one answered, she added, "Linda, do you know if he's familiar 
with the beach at night?"

The blonde girl shrugged.  Watching her, Fred's eyes glittered at the 
rippling breasts and fair skin glowing in the firelight.  She said, 
"Dorothy and I just met him last week.  I don't think he knows much 
about anything."

Lacey chuckled.  "That's right, you are all freshmen."

Linda sniffed.  "Yes, we are, but I know enough not to wander off into 
the wilderness alone."

"You saw him wander off?"

"I did," said Florrie.  She had moved several paces away from Fred.

"Did you see where he went?"

"No, but I did see ..."  Her voice weakened.  "Should we tell things 
like that?"

"Like what?"

Florrie hesitated.  "He was playing with his cock.  It stuck straight 
out."

Lacey emitted a short giggle.  "Then we can doubt he was going to 
interfere with Blake."

Florrie argued, "But why would he care about Greg and Claire?  Do you 
think Jason is ... gay?"

"No, but boys his age, even with no experience, have a great 
imagination."  She laughed.  "Two virgins for Claire: she'll love that!"

Linda's tone was grumpy.  "Lucky boys!"

"Interesting that you think so."  The woman looked from her to the man 
and back.  "If you're thinking about a state change, Fred can help you,
you know."

"He ... c-could?"  Staring at the man, the girl bit her lip.

Lacey said banteringly, "What about it, Fred?  This one's old enough."

The man craned his neck to regard Linda, smiling slowly.  "I'm willing."

The girl asked nervously, "Are ... are you really?"

He nodded confidently.  "Of course I am: you're a pretty girl with a 
great figure!  The question is, are _you_?"

She took a deep breath and seemed to square her shoulders.  "I've 
already said this is the night for it."

Florrie asserted, "I'm willing too."

Lacey had resumed her seat.  She shook her head.  "Honey, you have to 
respect Fred's reluctance to molest a 13-year-old."

Florrie sighed.  "I only said that because I was afraid.  Who wouldn't 
be if she was just dumped into a tornado?  I'm really ..."  Visibly she
gritted her teeth.  "I'm really 18."

Fred's eyes widened.  "You don't _look_ 18!"

The girl grimaced.  "Because of my boobs."

The woman said dubiously, "At 18 they don't keep you in an orphanage."

"I'm leaving as soon as I get back from camp.  They already got me a 
job.  In the orphanage lots of 18-year-olds don't have much boob."

"I'm sure that's true."  Lacey laughed huskily.  "What about it, Fred?
Can you accommodate two virgins?"

Eyes sparkling, the man leapt to his feet.  "You can bet those sweet 
asses!"

"Me first!" declared Florrie, rising also.

The woman leaned back on extended hands and grinned from one girl to the
other.  "I can understand Fred's readiness, but young girls are not so 
quickly fired up.  What's with you two?"

Florrie sniffed.  "What 'quickly?'  I've been after Fred all afternoon."

Linda agreed.  "And I've been after _somebody_."

Lacey giggled.  "I think I understand.  If I'd still had a cherry at 18,
I'd've been pushy too."

Florrie stared at her.  "When did you lose yours?"

"A lot younger than that.  My mother called me a love child."

The woman rose to her feet again and shielding her face from the 
firelight, peered up and down the beach.  "Not a sign of anybody.  At 
least the breeze is still holding up."

"So what?" demanded Florrie.  She extended a hand and asked tremulously,
"Fred, will you go with me?"

He answered her, "So long as it blows off the ocean it'll keep the bugs
away."

He took her hand and led her around the fire toward the strand.  Linda 
closed on his other side and took that arm.  Lacey scooped up one of the
emergency blankets and followed them.

They were barely clear of the debris field before Florrie stepped around
the man and wedged her shoulder between him and Linda, separating them.
She said nothing while pulling herself tightly against him and looking 
anxiously up into his eyes, glittering in the moonlight.

"Well!" declared Linda, mouth falling open.

"I can't stand it any more," said Florrie, though probably not in 
explanation.  "Do me, Fred.  Oh god, do me!"

He squeezed her into his muscular torso and said soothingly, "Don't 
worry, Honey.  Just hang in there."

Lacey took Linda's hand to hold her back as Florrie and Fred walked away
from the fire and deeper into the darkness.

"Hold up, darling.  Let those two have their fun in private for a 
while."

"Wait here?" Linda asked.  "And do what?"

"We blondes get a lot of putdowns, but I'm sure we can think of 
something."  She chuckled.  "Don't you have even a clue, darling?"

The girl glanced from the pair receding down the strand to the woman.  
"You mean ... you _don't_ mean ..."

"But I do," said Lacey.  "I've seen you casting eyes at me and I've 
certainly been watching you.  You're a soft looking blonde with the 
freshness of youth.  Frankly, my dear, your young flesh arouses me."

Linda's eyes widened.  "Oh, my heavens! I've heard of that but I can't 
believe --  I've never done anything like that, Lacey!"

"Like what?" the older woman teased.  "I haven't mentioned anything 
yet."

"You know what I mean!"

"Woman and woman can be almost as sweet as woman and man.  I can teach 
you a lot, darling."

Lacey pulled the young blonde to her, embraced her gently and kissed her
lips.  At first Linda did not resist but soon she pulled away and said 
accusingly, "You're old enough to be my mother."

Lacey chuckled.  "Didn't your mother ever kiss you like that?"

"I never even saw my mother naked."

"The guys tell each other, 'If you want to see how your girl will look 
in 20 years, study her mother.'  I'll apply that in reverse and guess 
your mother is a lush and desirable woman."

They were standing at arms length, flooded in moonlight, silver bodies 
reddened by firelight.  The girl's eyes roamed over the woman.  "Like 
you," she said in wonder.

Lacey smiled.  "Thank you."

"You're so beautiful."

The smile widened.  "So are you -- and totally precious."

The woman pulled them together again.  Linda felt the full, mature 
breasts sliding over her own, imparting a strange thrill.  Lacey's lips
pressed hers and after a few seconds she kissed in return.

"What are we doing?" the girl moaned when their lips parted.

"Let's not give word to it, darling.  We'll just allow our desires to 
take over."

"But . . ." Linda began.

"Hush!"

As if protecting her mouth, the younger woman nuzzled her face into the
other's shoulder.  She felt a hand massaging her buttocks and another 
folding a breast.

"You're a big girl, darling," Lacey murmured, "but so firm!"

A palm found the girl's hairy groin.  "God, you're wet!  I'll bet you 
come quickly."

Thrills spread through Linda's belly.  "Keep rubbing me!" she cried and
began to suck her lover's neck.

"Stop, darling!" Lacey complained.  "You'll leave a mark."

"You're doing it!" Linda cried, hips reacting involuntarily to the 
woman's fingers.  "You're doing it!"

An orgasmic spasm convulsed the young body.  Linda emitted a loud yelp 
and hung heavily in her lover's arms, allowing Lacey to ease her to the
ground.

"I want to taste your freshness, darling.  You'll enjoy this even more."

Linda quietly whimpered as her climax ebbed then she cried aloud as the
woman began to eat her out.

"Oh, my God!"

Over the following ten minutes or so the two females cuddled and stroked
each other.  Linda, a fast study, sought to arouse Lacey with her 
fingers but the older woman, however appreciative, did not respond.

"You could return the same favor," Lacey suggested but chuckled when the
girl shuddered in obvious revulsion.

"Perhaps another time, darling."  The woman rose to a sitting position.
"Maybe you'd like to do it first with a girl closer to your own age."

"Somebody like Dorothy?"  Linda shuddered again.  "Tasting a woman 
_there_ ...  I just don't know."

"Well, do you still want to lose your virginity?  If you've changed your
mind Fred will be disappointed.  He's looking forward to a twofer, 
something he can crow about for the rest of his life."

"I _have_ changed it, Lacey.  I hope Fred won't be too disappointed, but
I want Greg to be my first guy."

"With Greg it will be all fumbling and hurt, darling.  That boy isn't 
practiced like Fred."

"Still, I don't want my first time to be an old guy with a hairy belly."

"You do have a point, darling: Greg is a male beauty.  But you can't 
discount experience.  Fred wouldn't hurt as much as your pretty boy, 
because he knows what to do with a virgin.  Also his cock isn't so fat."

Just then two figures approached into the firelight.  It was Florrie and
Fred.

"Well, that was an experience," Florrie announced.

"Did it hurt?" Linda asked in a tremulous voice.

"Not much.  Fred was very gentle.  You'll find out.  It's your turn 
now."

"I hope you aren't worried, Linda," Fred said. " I know what I'm doing.
Counting Florrie I've popped the cherries of six girls and none of them
complained."

"But it will still hurt," Linda insisted.

"I can't deny that."  Fred stood close to the girl, a palm gently 
kneading a large, firm breast.  "But that's life."

"Let's do this as a celebration, girls," he announced, turning to the 
other two. "Linda can lie in the middle with a girl on each side of her.
You kiss, fondle and reassure her while I make a woman of her."

"Fred, she wants to wait for Greg," said Lacey.

"If you do that you'll be sorry," Florrie declared positively.

"What do you mean?"

"I've seen what _boys_ do to girls.  At the orphanage.  It ain't 
pretty."

Linda grinned nervously.  "How many times can a girl change her mind?"

Fred shrugged.  "Far as I'm concerned, as many times as she likes."

Hesitantly she stroked a well-developed pectoral.  "You're a real man, 
aren't you, Fred?"

He grinned complacently.  "For sure the realest one next to you."

"Come on, dear," said Lacey, taking the girl's arm.

They positioned themselves on the ground as he had instructed.  Linda 
began to tremble when the man spread her legs and sank to his knees.

"Calm my coltish sweetheart, girls.  We don't want her to start out 
already distressed."

Florrie fondled one of the Linda's breasts and hummed sweetly into her 
ear.  Lacey kissed her cheek and said, "You're about to be a real woman,
darling."

The man lowered his body between the spread legs.  Carefully lodging 
himself, he broke through easily.

"Ow!" Linda cried.

But the girls restrained the initiate from rising as he plumbed her 
fully.

"It stings," Linda complained.  "Like a bad cut."

"Do you feel me inside of you?" asked Fred before lightly kissing her 
lips.

"Yeah.  It's weird.  Oh please, don't give me a baby!"

Fred backed off and squatted between her legs.

"Two in one go!" he cried, climbing to his feet.

"I told you he'd brag," Lacey said against Linda's cheek.

"Does it still hurt?" Florrie asked.

"I'm sore."

"Yeah.  Me too.  But it eases after a day or two."


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