This is a story of sex-positive, bisexual male and female eighteen year olds set in the early 90's. So if male on male scenes (though none in this chapter) and girls licking hairy pussies (lots and lots of that in this chapter) aren't your thing, you might want to bow out now. As always, I appreciate and look forward to your comments.
Chapter 3
Travis woke up early the morning following the skinny dip still not quite believing what had happened the night before. In fact, he had barely slept at all as his mind continued to replay the events over and over again.
He was laying on top of the covers in long pajamas, Heather asleep under the same covers next to him in the queen bed, a layer of pillows between them. Patricia and Mitch had wanted to sleep in the same bed, and this was the compromise Heather had made with him so that he wouldn't have to sleep on the couch.
"But if you tell anyone we slept together," she told him last night, "I swear I'll kill you. I'll fucking kill you, Travis."
Travis had swore up and down and even included the "No touching myself or others," joke from the lake. Heather had actually laughed at that and they'd gotten into the bed.
His eyes now drifted in the early morning light over to the other queen in the room and was greeted to the sight of Patricia's tiny little naked ass pointed in his direction. Her arm lay draped over her boyfriend Mitch. She was perhaps half his size, maybe smaller, not athletic like Heather or curvy like Lana, just a tiny little cute pixie. Travis felt his cock begin to stir at the sight of her, and figured he better get downstairs and start cooking breakfast before he broke the rules and started touching himself.
Travis got out of bed and took one last look at Heather's cute freckled face and red hair. He'd had a crush on her forever, and even kissed her once during a game of spin the bottle, but had never had the courage to ask her out. Travis was pudgy, nerdy, and while he could always make the group laugh with his wit, he secretly worried that they were laughing at him, not with him.
But the moment he'd shared with Heather in the lake, them both masturbating themselves as they watched Patricia eat Lana's pussy on the side of the dock even while Mitch was fucking Patricia from behind, had built his confidence. Her letting him sleep in her bed built it even more. Still, he thought, better to play it cool. Last night was probably an anomaly.
Travis was okay being the goofball butt of the jokes with his friends. In the end he knew they accepted and liked his antics. He could always be himself around them and tell them anything. Which was why it was so hard keeping the secret he had since last Christmas break.
His friends all thought Travis was still a virgin. He wasn't, but then again, if you couldn't tell anyone, did it really happen? As he filled the coffee carafe to start a brew, Travis started daydreaming about that experience from seven months ago.
***
It was the Friday after Christmas and before New Year's, and it seemed all Travis' friends were either working or out on a date, leaving him alone for the evening. His parents were having friends over, and when he saw the hot tub go on after dinner, he knew they would be partying late.
He also guessed that meant they would have replenished their stash. Sure enough, he found the quarter bag of weed in his dad's sock drawer (right next to his stack of Penthouse) and pinched enough to roll a joint for himself.
HBO was having a Reel Sex marathon that night, and Travis planned on smoking a joint, watching the show in his bedroom, jacking off two or three times and falling to sleep. So when the Smiths and the Pedersons got over around 8 that night, Travis was already in the basement with a plate of cookies, a glass of milk and ready to enjoy himself. He lit some incense, then his joint, and blew smoke rings while watching a segment about a nudist resort in Jamaica.
Three hours and two orgasms later, the cookies and milk were gone and the munchies had fully set in. The current segment wasn't really interesting, so Travis decided to head upstairs for another snack. Plate and cup in hand, Travis turned the corner into the kitchen and was greeted by the sight of a woman's bare ass at his refrigerator.
The plate and cup clattered to the ground, and miraculously didn't break, announcing Travis in the room. The woman, Travis now realized, was a completely naked Mrs. Pederson. Luke's mom. She had been bent over looking for something in the bottom of the fridge, and now began to stand and turn towards Travis due to the noise.
"Ben, do you know where..." she started as she turned around to face Travis, the sentence cutting off as she realized who it was who was now in the room with her.
Travis stood there dumbfounded, unable to speak or move. Here was Luke's mom, all 5 foot 10 of her, standing naked in his parent's kitchen. Her blonde permed hair fell down over her shoulders, her heavy breasts and wide nipples swayed a bit from the leftover momentum of her having turned around. A thick bushy triangle of still wet hair was at the nexus of her legs. Her waist and hips were thick, but not fat, the body of a mother. Travis then noticed that she was dripping water onto the linoleum floor of the kitchen. Had she been in the hot tub like that, Travis wondered as his brain began working again.
"Oh, um, oh my god, sorry Mrs. Pederson," Travis stammered as he looked down to the floor. "I didn't mean to..."
"I'm the one walking around your house naked, it's my fault, Travis, nothing to be sorry for," she said.
Travis couldn't help himself, and looked back up at the stunning woman in her mid 40s. She was not attempting to cover herself in any way.
"Um, Mrs. Pederson?"
"Yes, Travis."
"Um, why are you naked in my house?"
"I came inside to get some strawberries for the hot tub. Everyone's got the munchies."
Travis' head nearly exploded then as he realized the full implication of what Mrs. Pederson was saying combined with the fact that she was now walking towards Travis. He'd seen a segment not an hour before about swingers. Were his parent's...
"I didn't know you were here. I thought you'd be out with Luke."
"No mam," Travis stammered. "He's out on a date tonight."
"Right, with that cute little cheerleader?"
"Yes, mam."
"Don't call me, mam."
"Um, okay, Mrs. Pederson."
She was now just a few feet away. Travis could see the lips of her pussy through her hair now as he kept his head down.
"Or, Mrs. Pederson."
"Okay."
"Call me Gwen."
"Okay, Mrs. Ped... Gwen."
"Better," she said as she reached out her hand to touch Travis' cheek. "Well, can I trust you won't tell Luke about what you saw here tonight?"
"Um, no ma... of course not Gwen."
Gwen spent some time eyeing Travis then, and seemed to be making her mind up about something. Finally, she asked, "Have you ever been this close to a naked woman before, Travis?"
"What?"
"No, you defiantly haven't," she mused. "And I bet you've never had your cock sucked by a woman either?"
"Um, what..." Travis stammered as Gwen began to drop to her knees in front of him. Travis pinched himself quickly to make sure he wasn't dreaming.
"You're not dreaming," Gwen said as she pulled down his shorts, revealing an already erect seven inch long, thin, dark penis. "Well look at you."
"Um, Mrs.... Gwen, um what about Mr. Pederson?" Travis said with real worry in his voice.
"Oh I'm sure he's fine. When I left him he was fucking your mom in the tub," she replied and then took Travis into her mouth and down her throat.
If Travis hadn't already jacked off twice that night, he was sure he would have cum right then. His hands went into Gwen's hair and he sighed deeply. It was everything he'd ever dreamed it would be.
When Gwen stopped less than a minute later, Travis was disappointed but happy. He would be able to masturbate about this for months. She pulled his shorts back up as she stood up and gave him a kiss on the forehead.
"Would you like to fuck me, Travis?" she asked as she looked at him straight in the eyes.
Travis didn't say anything, completely stunned by the question.
"Just promise me Luke won't find out. That means not telling ANY of your friends."
Travis nodded.
"I need to hear you promise."
"I promise," he said through a squeaky voice.
Gwen laughed then, a giggle at first that turned into a full powered laugh, "Oh my god this is like something out of Penthouse Letters. Where's your room?"
Travis pointed to the basement door.
"Let's go stud, I want some of that 18 year old cock in me right now."
Travis' heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest. He tried to calm himself down, but it was impossible. He was about to lose his virginity. With the hot mom of one of his best friends.
As they got to his bedroom door, Mrs. Pederson stopped for a second. "You're okay with this, right Travis? Losing your virginity to an old woman like me."
"You're beautiful, Mrs. Pederson. Not old," he replied sincerely.
"God that's a good answer," she replied and kissed him. They closed the door behind them and fell onto Travis' bed. She pulled his shorts off him once again and straddled him, her hot pussy lips spread over his shaft. She began moving her hips back and forth, slicking his dick with her juices. Travis lay there perfectly still, afraid to touch her or move in any way.
"Oh my god, you're so nervous. It's really cute, but I really probably shouldn't be doing this. Should we be doing this, Travis?"
"Um, yes, Gwen. Please don't stop now. I want to. I just don't know what to do"
She smiled at him. "Well, I guess if we are going to do this, it should at least be educational for you."
She turned around on top of him and moved back towards his face.
"A lot of men just want to jump right into the fucking. But if you want to keep a woman, you need to be able to pleasure her. For most women, that will depend on how well you can use your tongue and fingers."
Mitch watched in awe as Mrs. Pederson's pussy hovered just inches above his face. A powerful, beautiful smell filled his nose. She reached under herself and spread her pussy lips apart, revealing the hole and a small little bump just above it through her wet hair.
"That little bump just above the entrance to my cunt," she said, laying a long fingernail on it, "is my clit. That's the way to a woman's soul, Travis. You learn to play that little bundle of nerves properly, and a woman will do anything for you."
She started rubbing it now, letting out little coos as she did.
"Why don't you try putting your tongue on it."
Travis did as he was told, sticking out his tongue and savoring the new taste, all thoughts of food forgotten.
"That's it. Yes that's it, you're a natural. You can make little swirling motions, or flick it, or write the alphabet on it," she continued. "But the important thing to remember is to listen to how the woman responds. Really listen. Every woman is different and the way her voice and body respond will guide you. Some like it hard, some soft, some fast some... ahhghhhh!"
Travis had taken her clit between his lips and pulled back on it slightly, causing Mrs. Pederson to moan in pleasure. He released her, licked her again and then took her between her lips again, once again getting the moan. With that he began to feel juices running down his face. Mrs. Pederson grabbed his cock and began to stroke it as he worked her. He continued to work her clit with his tongue, fiercely concentrating on every little sound and motion of her body. He quickly realized what was making her moan the loudest, and kept doing that.
"Okay, okay. Now once she begins to respond, you can try sliding a finger into her."
Once again, Travis did as he was told. Mrs. Pederson responded with a shudder and a moan.
"Oh my fucking god, Travis. Oh my fucking god, yes!" She said and took him into her mouth once more. Once more Travis could feel it go down her throat. He moaned into her pussy, and the vibration sent her over the edge, her hips bucking on top of his face. He slipped a second finger into her and could now feel the muscles there contracting around his digits.
To Travis, Mrs. Pederson's orgasm seemed like it lasted forever, though it wasn't more than thirty or forty seconds. When she finally stopped shaking, she lay on top of him for just a moment, then got up and turned back around.
"You keep eating pussy like that, Travis, and you won't have any problem."
Once again he felt her steaming hot cunt on his dick, this time she grabbed it and slid it into her.
Travis was sure he was in heaven. Every nerve in his body delivered nothing but pleasure to his brain. Mrs. Pederson sat up, her breasts rising and falling as she ground her pussy into him. The walls of her cunt massaged his cock inside her. He grabbed her wide hips as she moved on top of him and started to feel his orgasm building. He didn't want this to stop though, and tried to slow down.
Mrs. Pederson wasn't having any of that.
"Cum for me Travis. Cum inside my pussy!" she cried out as she clamped down on his cock with her cunt and lifted nearly all the way off him, then came back down.
Travis did as he was told. He began to buck into her from underneath, matching his movement to hers and feeling his balls tighten and then finally release. He struggled with all his might not to scream out, and just when he thought he couldn't bear it any longer, Gwen fell back on top of him and kissed him deeply, stealing the breath from him.
They continued to kiss like that for a long few minutes as he lay inside her, his dick softening but beginning to twitch again when she finally rolled off him.
"I haven't been fucked like that since high school. Thank you, Travis. I better get back before they send a search party."
She stood up and looked back at Travis, "Some young lady is going to be very lucky to find you."
With that, Mrs. Pederson walked out of the room and back upstairs. Travis jacked off three more times that night thinking about it.
***
And now, bacon cooking in the frying pan, his dick hard again from the memory, Travis had to fight off the urge once more. Part of him still wondering if he had dreamed the whole thing.
Thankfully, the smell of bacon had brought Luke and Elliot down from upstairs. Twenty minutes later, everyone save Patricia had made it down and was eating the French toast, bacon and eggs sitting on the large kitchen table.
Thirty minutes into breakfast, no one had said a word about last night. Luke had thought a lot over the last day about what Lana had told him on the boat. And what she had done after Luke and Elliot had gone upstairs. He'd decided not only was he fine with it, but he wondered how much further it could go with the seven of them. Patricia and Mitch were certainly into exploring, but he wasn't sure about Heather and Travis.
"So what's on the agenda for today?"
"I was thinking about the quarry," Lana replied.
There was general consensus that rock diving at the quarry sounded like a great way to get the day started. Breakfast continued with talking and laughter, but discussion about last night's activities never came up.
It was just after 10am when the seven piled back into the ski boat for the thirty minute ride to the quarry. Once again, Lana and Patricia removed their tops as soon as the boat had taken off. This time, without prompting, Heather joined them. She stayed as low as possible, laying down on the front bench of the boat, her hard, freckled breasts, perfect C cups, exposed in the light of day.
Across from her, Lana and Patricia sat next to each other upright. Lana proudly displaying her large dark breasts next to Patricia's small pale white ones. The girls were talking, though not loud enough for Heather to be able to hear over the rush of wind. Heather's pussy tingled and ached. Just being topless was nearly as arousing to her as rubbing her own clit.
Luke, Elliot and Mitch had all hooted and hollered when she removed her top. It was good nature cheer, she thought. Travis had remained silent though, and she noticed that while he was looking at her as she removed her top, he was looking her in the eye. It seemed he was taking the no ogling rule to heart. Good for him.
As they approached the quarry, Elliot saw there were already quite a few boats in the little protected bay. He suggested the girls all put their tops back on less they were capsized by all the college age frat boys swarming the boat. Reluctantly, they all did.
Patricia and Travis offered to stay on the boat as the others went up for a dive. Travis because he wasn't athletic, was tired, and wanted to smoke the joint he'd brought with him. Patricia because she figured Travis had brought weed and wanted to get some.
They watched as the other five began their ascent of the thirty foot cliff, graffiti painted on the side and a few other people already near the top.
"You look exhausted," Patricia said as she took the lit joint from Travis.
"Yeah, didn't get much sleep last night," he replied, exhaling a big plume of smoke.
"You know, you were pretty cool last night. And Longs taking off her top this morning wouldn't have happened if she didn't feel comfortable about it."
Travis gave Patricia a skeptical look.
"Since when are you so nice?"
"Since I figured out that I might finally be able to get Longs laid! What could be more perfect than two virgins discovering the joys of sex on a..."
Patricia paused as she considered the look on Travis face.
"Oh fuck, bullshit. When? Who?"
Travis looked like a kid who'd just had is hand caught in the cookie jar. "I can't... It's no one from school. I promised I wouldn't tell."
Patricia considered him a long minute. "You know you're a really nice guy, Travis. It's too bad I like assholes."
She pointed up to the top of the cliff, where Luke, in all his lacrosse jock blonde hair hard body gorgeousness was holding Lana's hand, her other hand holding Elliot's tall, dark swimmer body. Lana turned to kiss Elliot, then Luke, and then the three of them jumped off and into the water together, making a huge splash as they did.
That left Heather and Patricia's boyfriend, Mitch at the top. She towered over him at her six feet to his not even five and a half. Her red hair blazed in the morning sun, her long pale, freckled perfect body next to his thick and muscled Italian bruiser frame.
"I don't think I can do it!" she yelled from the top.
Mitch put a hand on the small of her back. Jesus, Patricia thought, he moves fast. She should never had suggested the possibility of the three of them fucking. He was going to be obsessed with it now and Patricia thought it very unlikely that Longs would decide to lose her virginity to a guy like him. But there he was, being sweet to her, whispering in her ear. Patricia saw her nod something, she grabbed his hand, and the both ran off the edge, jumping out and plummeting down into the water.
"You really not going up, Travis?" Patricia asked as Luke, Lana and Elliot made their way over to the boat.
"Look at me, come on," Travis replied.
"Half way up," Heather asked.
But Travis shook his head, "Go up with Elliot and Luke."
"Yeah, I could go for another," Luke replied, coming up the ladder.
"And I could go for some of that pot," Lana added.
So Travis shared the rest of his joint with Lana as Patricia, Luke and Elliot made their way back to the cliff. Heather and Mitch had gone right back to jump again, and so were ahead of them.
Elliot and Luke helped Patricia scramble up the cliffs. She was so short that she had some difficulty in a couple of sections. God, she thought, Lana was a lucky girl to be fucking both of these guys. She caught a glimpse of Elliot's cock through the bottom of his swim trunks at one point of the climb and felt her pussy get moist. If there was ever going to be a right time for her to have her childhood crush, this weekend might just be it.
Especially since when she looked up, she saw Mitch's broad arms encircling Heather from behind at the top of the cliff. Pity for him that his crotch was below her ass, as Patricia was sure the intent had been for her to feel his big member when he hugged her. Heather playfully slapped at his big arms and he let her go, then she turned around, gave him a peck and then ran off the edge on her own.
Two could play at that game, Patricia thought.
When they made the top a couple of minutes later, Elliot was looking at the sky and frowning.
"There's a storm coming, gonna have to make this the last jump."
"Then we better make it worth it," Patricia said. She grabbed both men's hands, then turned to kiss Luke. Not a peck, but a full kiss, her lips parting and their tongues touching even as she nuzzled his hand into her crotch. She broke the kiss and did the same with Elliot, but moved her hand to his crotch, which she happily noted had a rapidly growing dick in it.
"Whooooooo! You get those boys!" Lana screamed from the boat, clapping. Heather and Mitch were just climbing on board and had missed the show.
"We gonna jump or what?" Patricia said.
"Not yet," Luke replied, grabbing Elliot's hand and giving him a full kiss just as Patricia had done to him. If they were leaving anyhow, who cared if some of the other boats saw it? And besides, Luke thought, coming out was hot as hell. They jumped into the lake.
By the time they were half way back to the cabin, the rain had begun and the lake was getting very choppy. Elliot had everyone stay down and low in the boat as it slammed up and down in the water. It was, Patricia thought, legitimately scary. She loved it. Mitch didn't seem to enjoy it quite so much, and at one point, he leaned over the side of the boat to puke.
It was still before noon when the seven friends, all soaking wet from the rain, got back into the cabin.
"Well, now what," Luke asked.
"Charlie's Pizza and Arcade?" Elliot responded. "Not much else to do with a downpour like this."
"I'm down," Mitch replied, "They got Street Fighter II there?"
"Yeah," Luke said. "Travis?"
Travis looked on the verge of passing out. "I think I'm gonna nap." He headed upstairs.
"Girls?"
Heather spoke up then, and she didn't make what she said a debate. "You boys go have fun. I think we'll stay back and do our nails or something."
Patricia and Lana knew this was code for talking about the boys behind their back. They both backed her up over the objections of the boys. Fifteen minutes later, Travis was asleep upstairs and the other three on their way to the arcade.
***
"So you've really never done that to a girl before," Lana asked. Heather was painting her toenails on the couch while the thunderstorm raged outside. Patricia sat with one leg over the armrest of the Barcalounger across the antique coffee table between them. It was about half an hour since the boys left.
"No, I swear," Patricia replied.
"Well then you might be playing for the wrong team, that was amazing, Pats."
"Yeah well you weren't too bad yourself with your hand. It takes me weeks to train a guy to do what you figured out in a couple of minutes."
"Well that I know how to do! Lots of practice there!" Lana exclaimed through a burst of laughter.
"But it's got to be different, doing it to someone else," Heather offered shyly.
"Well yeah, it's a different experience even though the equipment is basically the same."
It hadn't taken the girls any time at all to start rehashing the events of the night before. Patricia had even pulled out a bottle of wine she'd pinched from her mom's stash before they'd come down and was sharing it with the other two young women.
"So confession time, Longs. What was going on with you and Travis while the three of us were fucking at the dock?" Patricia asked, looking Heather right in the eyes.
Heather blushed deeply and said, "That's our little secret."
"Oh come on, Heather, I saw you two hugging or something at the end. And it looked like you were both really enjoying yourselves."
Heather took a gulp of wine and then confessed that she'd been masturbating herself, told Travis he could do the same, and then put an arm around him when they were both about to cum.
"But that's it, I swear!"
"And?" Patricia asked, leaning forward in the chair.
"And what? That's all there was to it."
"And how did it feel touching someone else while you did that?"
Heather almost replied immediately, then stopped to consider for a moment. "I liked it. It was different. More intense."
"That's for fucking sure. Cheers to that, girls!" Lana said and held up her glass, getting a round of clinks in return.
Patricia almost asked if she wanted it to go further, then thought better of it. Better to change the subject and circle back to that one later. It would still be hours before the boys got back, and she was starting to hatch a plan.
Instead, she turned back to Lana, "Well, one thing's for sure, if you want me licking that beautiful little pussy of yours again, we've got to do something about that bush."
"Pats!" Heather yelped, embarrassed for Lana.
Lana looked more confused than embarrassed though. "What do you mean?"
"I mean," Patricia said while standing up and dropping her shorts to show her clean shaven pussy, a finger sliding along the slit and giving her clitty a little rub, "that a clean pussy is so much nicer for the eater."
She pulled her shorts back up and flopped back onto the chair, satisfied with the hungry look she saw in Lana's eye, and perhaps even Heathers?
"You shave bare?" Heather asked, "I mean, I do the bikini line and all so I don't have hairs all sticking out of my track shorts, but why would you do THAT?"
"I told you."
"Yeah," Lana said, "but how do you know it's better if you've never licked one before?" She'd felt Patricia's bare pussy last night and thought it a little weird, but never connected it to how that would make oral different. Now she realized that the trimming Elliot had started doing was actually pretty nice went it came to that department.
"I've had like three boyfriends tell me. The band guy, Jason, was the one who suggested it. The two others since both loved it."
"Yeah but they're boys," Heather said.
Patricia, for once, had no quick comeback to that observation.
"Good point. Lana, I suggest an experiment. You try licking my pussy, then Longs, and tell us which is the better experience for you," Patricia suggested with a laugh.
"Hey don't tempt me, I've been thinking about that since last night."
Heather let out a little yelp of surprise at that.
"I meant with Pats, not you Heather."
Patricia thought she might have seen a bit of disappointment on Heather's face. Lana must have noticed it too, because she quickly went on, "I mean, not that I wouldn't like to. I mean, god Heather, you are fucking hot. But you know I wouldn't... oh god someone save me from this disaster."
"You're all on your own, sexy," Patricia replied with a grin.
"You know I'm not a prude or anything," Heather then said with a bit of anger in her voice. "Just because I'm not experienced yet doesn't mean I don't want to be. And I'm not gonna run for the hills if you hit on me or ask me to go skinny dipping or ask me to lick your... cunt."
The last word she nearly spat out, like someone had crapped in her mouth.
"Hey, Longs, sorry."
"What are you sorry for? You are the least sorry person I know. You get to do whatever the fuck you want because your whole life isn't wrapped up in trying to get to the fucking Olympics. Well you know what?" Heather picked up and drained the rest of her glass of wine. "I came on this trip wanting to let loose for one FUCKING time in my life, for one GODDAMN weekend, and I'm gonna!"
Lana and Patricia watched in astonishment at the epic rant coming from their friend.
"You know what the most amazing thing about last night was to me?" She paused for effect, the other two women not about to open their mouths to guess.
"Watching Lana just decide what she wanted, ask for it and get it!"
Another pause as Heather seemed to be deciding something. "So you know what? I've got an experiment for the two of you. How about I lick your pussies and then I decide which is better?"
Heather was completely flush, a sheen of sweat even beginning to form on her brow. The three women all looked at each other as the seconds ticked by.
"Yeah, Longs, I'd love that."
"Me to, Heather."
Heather stood their speechless for a second. She hadn't really expected them to just agree!
"Yeah well you both don't have to make it so fucking easy you know!"
Lana smiled and replied, "I like sex. I just found out I like sex with girls. I like you. Why make it more complicated by pretending otherwise?"
"Well fucking said you slut," Patricia added.
"Thanks, Pats!"
Heather stood there for anther long few seconds, processing what Lana had just said. Patricia was just starting to think that maybe Heather just needed to rant, that she didn't really want to go down on the two of them.
"Well, which one of you wants to go first?"
Heather and Lana looked at each other, then Lana raised a hand.
"Great, so I guess... I guess you should take off your shorts then?" She asked, shifting her weight nervously from one foot to the other as if she were getting ready to run down the track for a vault.
"Why don't you come over here and kiss me first, and then we see where it goes from there?"
Patricia watched as Heather sat back down on the couch next to Lana. Lana reached out and put a hand through Heather's hair.
"You are an absolutely beautiful woman, Heather. I'd never have had the courage to ask you to..."
But Lana was cut off by Heather pressing her lips to hers. Their mouths opened slightly, their tongues passed by each other, and they embraced. The kiss went on a good four or five minutes with nothing more. Heather was lost in the kiss, one so much nicer than any she'd shared with a boy.
Lana didn't make a move to the next step, determined to let Heather take the lead for now.
Finally, Heather broke the kiss and lifted her shirt off. Lana did the same. Heather then unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor. Lana did the same. Heather reached out and took one of Lana's breasts in her hand, her thumb brushing an already erect nipple. Lana did the same.
"I'm not sure what to do next," she said quietly.
"What do you want to do," Lana replied. "Just do that."
Heather leaned in and kissed Lana again, allowing their breasts to mash together. On the Barcalounger, Patricia was now rubbing herself through her shorts.
Heather moved from kissing Lana's soft, wonderful lips down to her jaw line, then her neck. She continued with a trail of kisses along the top of Lana's breasts and to her nipple, hard and nearly two inches long, and took it between her lips, suckling it and earning a low moan from Lana.
One hand then moved up and into Lana's thick, curly hair, while the other moved down and unbuttoned her shorts. Heather didn't waste any time then slipping her hand under Lana's underwear and through her thick, kinky pubic hair, eventually finding her slit. As she began rubbing in circles she moved her lips back up to Lana's mouth. Heather really liked kissing her.
Lana began to moan in earnest now, her pussy suddenly drenched with juices. "Fuuuck, that feels good, Heather. You can slide a finger in me if you want."
Heather did just that, feeling the slick juices there and then pulling back to rub at her clit again. Having only ever kissed a few boys, and once had her boobs massaged in the back seat of a car after a dance, Heather was in completely uncharted territory but found herself not just comfortable with it, but hungry for more.
Heather slid from the couch onto the floor. Seeing Patricia now really starting to finger her own cunt, Heather pointed for her to move onto the couch next to Lana. As Patricia moved over, Heather slid the shorts and underwear off of Lana's legs. Lana then parted her knees, and Heather began to kiss up the inside of her thighs towards that wet pussy and mess of dank hair.
Lana, her nerves on fire from the experience, shuddered with every kiss that Heather gave her on the inside of her thighs. Patricia sat down next to Lana, already naked, and kissed Lana fiercely. Patricia took a heavy breast in her hand, kneading it as Heather came closer and closer to Lana's cunt.
Heather's nose was full of the scent of Lana, and now was the time. She turned her head, used her fingers to open Lana's pussy lips to find her clit, and then brought her lips to that little bundle of pleasure.
"Ohhhhhhh," Lana moaned.
Encouraged, Heather began tonguing Lana's slit now, and it didn't take her long to find a rhythm and pressure that was quickly increasing Lana's moans and making her pussy gush liquid onto the couch.
Heather's head was buried in Lana's pussy, and Patricia leaned over to begin to suck at Lana's long hard nipples. Lana's hand replaced Patricia's on that bare cunt of hers, and began rubbing her. The two women on the couch let out a simultaneous sigh as they felt their hearts racing and the orgasms beginning to build.
But before it could get to that point, Heather pulled back from Lana and then made her way between her best friend's legs next to her.
"Do you have any idea how many times I wanted to ask you to do this with me, Longs?"
As Heather lowered her head towards Patricia's sex, marveling at the unobstructed view of her lips, clit and moist tunnel, Heather said, "Why didn't you?"
"I don't... ughhhhhhh," Patricia exclaimed as she felt a woman's tongue touch her clit for the first time. Heather went to work, first in the same way that she had with Lana, using hard pressure to flick across her clit, but then switching to tiny little light circles that seemed to get Patricia responding in the right way.
Lana, meanwhile, had decided she wanted to try tasting a woman and was moving to position herself on the floor and under Heather. "Heather, is it okay if I lick your pussy now?"
"Yes, god yes, please," Heather replied. Her pussy absolutely ached, and if Lana hadn't offered she would have been forced to begin masturbating herself. Instead, the moment Lana's tongue touched her clit, she exploded in an orgasm, her pussy gushing juices onto, Lana's face. She stopped what she was doing with Patricia and bit her lip hard to keep from screaming out in pleasure.
Nothing she'd ever done to herself could compare to feeling someone else kiss here there. She continued to shake as Lana didn't stop her tongue lashing. Heather drove two fingers into Patricia's sopping wet cunt as the orgasm continued to rock her body.
As the orgasm subsided, Heather got control of herself once more and dove back into Patricia's lap. She was determined to get her friend off, and now, combined with her two fingers inside, it didn't take long to do that.
"You can slide your fingers into me, Lana," Heather said as Patricia's breath quickened.
Lana did as she asked, and found that as wet as Heather was, it still took some work to get even one finger into her virginally tight tunnel. Lana had expected to find the resistance of Heather's hymen, but hadn't and some part of her mind guessed it must have been lost to a pole vault at some point. Regardless, having something inside her was causing Heather to already begin a second orgasm, this one stronger than the first.
As Patricia's orgasm subsided, she moved down to the floor with the other two young women. Moments later, Patricia was tonguing Heather's hole, while Heather once again ate Lana and Lana in turn ate Patricia.
The orgasms continued as they worked each other's pussies for almost an hour, sometimes splitting off into twos, other times coming back to their circle. Nearly an hour after it had begun, they finally lay on the floor, panting and exhausted.
"Oh my god," Heather said. "Oh. My. God."
"I know, right?"
"Do you think we woke Travis?"
Heather sat bolt upright and looked at the stairs. She'd completely forgotten he was still in the house, but no one was there.
"I wouldn't worry," Lana said, "when Travis smokes pot he sleeps like the dead."
Heather laid back down on the floor then, her body still flush from the rush of sexual energy in the room. If Travis did come down, well, he'd missed the best part of the show anyhow. Next to Heather, Patricia pulled a kinky black hair from the inside of her mouth.
"Lana," Patricia said, "we really need to do something about that bush."
"Agreed," Heather added, "Your boyfriends had it right, Pats."
The three broke into hysterical laughter.
***
Lana sat on the edge of the big old fashioned bath tub in the master bedroom, her feet in the warm water. Patricia was in the water, soapy suds covering part of her body, a razor in hand.
"That's better, don't you think, Longs?"
Heather came over to take a look from the makeup chair she was sitting in. Lana had agreed not to shave it all off, but to follow Heather's lead and take some off the sides, along with a trim. She had let Patricia shave the hair off around her vulva as well.
"Oh yes, good job Pats."
Patricia nuzzled between Lana's legs with her face and gave her a quick lick. Much better, she thought and then began to eat her out again. Heather though, grabbed Patricia's hair and pulled her back.
"Wait, wait, if we get started on that again we'll be in here another hour."
Lana laughed, "Well that's fine by me. The boys probably won't be back for at least that long. What else do we have to do?"
They had continued to talk while Patricia was shaving Lana, and Patricia had told them about Travis admitting he was no longer a virgin. They'd tried to guess who it was, but didn't come near the truth that it was Luke's mom during a swingers' party hosted by Travis' parents. That news though had finally made up Heather's mind. She was going to lose her virginity, and she wanted to do it sooner than later.
"I want you guys to help me with something," Heather replied.
"Yeah, Longs, what request do you have for us now?"
"I want you to show me how to suck a boy's cock."
Heather looked at the two girls, who'd stopped laughing and now simply stared at her. What kind of sex monster had they created, Lana mused.
"Longs, believe me, I get it, sex is intoxicating, but maybe this is going a bit..."
Heather cut her off with a stare, "And then I want you to help me put that cock in my pussy."
"..fast, and wait, are you saying you want to fuck Travis?"
Heather shrugged her shoulders, "He was really, really sweet last night. I almost asked him to in the middle of the night, but I though he was a virgin like me and got scared to ask."
"So why do you need our help?" Lana asked sincerely.
"I just thought it would be more fun that way."
Lana grinned, "Heather, I think you've just earned your membership into the Deviants Club."
***
Travis was dreaming that he was sitting in a lounger on a tropical island beach, three women surrounding him and touching him.
"Travis," one of the women said to him, though it sounded like a voice he knew, he couldn't quite place it.
"Wake up, Travis," the woman said again, and this time the tropical beach dropped away as he opened his eyes to see Heather, Patricia and Lana all standing naked around his bed. Heather was lightly jostling his shoulder. Travis realized this must be one of those dreams where you think you wake up but you're actually still dreaming.
"Hey girls, did you come into my dream to fuck me?"
The girls all looked at each other curiously and let out a giggle.
"This isn't a dream," Heather said.
"Yeah fucktwad, this is real."
Just then there was a flash of lightening followed by a loud crack of thunder.
"Heather want's to learn how to suck cock, so we're going to use you to teach her. If that's okay with you."
"This is a nice dream. That pot must have been really good."
The girls looked at each other again. Lana shrugged and threw up her hands in a "I don't know what to do gesture."
"It was pretty good," Patricia said, "tell you what, why don't you roll over and the three of us will give you a massage? Does that sound good?"
"Sure," Travis said dreamily and rolled onto his stomach.
"Ow!" Travis screamed as Patricia cracked his ass as hard as she could with her hand. He scrambled back over, his ass still smarting from the blow and sat up. He wasn't dreaming. There were three naked girls in his room.
"Holy fuck I'm not dreaming, am I?"
The girls all shook their heads and giggled.
"What is going on?"
"Well," Lana started, "Heather here has very recently decided that she has some holes in her experiences that she'd like to have filled."
Heather giggled at the turn of phrase, and then Lana realized what she'd said and broke into hysterical laughter.
With the other two out of commission, Patricia continued, "And god fucking knows why, but she's chosen you to help fill them."
"But only if you want, Travis," Heather continued after recovering from her laughing fit. All three girls were sitting on the bed around Travis now and had their hands on him.
He felt like this had to be some kind of trap, but he had no idea how to avoid it. Fuck it, he thought, he jumped in with Mrs. Pederson and it worked out great, why not with this? He'd taken Theatre Improv with Elliot last semester as a fuck off elective, but if there was one thing he learned, it was when you are in a scene, you always say yes.
"Yes? Yes of course! Do as you will ladies, I am here to be used and abused by you."
Heather leaned over and kissed him then even as Lana began to pull down his boxers.
Lana said, "Thank you, Travis. Thanks for helping me do this. I didn't want to go to college a virgin."
"Well will you look at that," Patricia said from behind them. Heather turned around and looked at the long, skinny hard cock jutting out from Travis. "Guess you're a grower, not a shower, huh? Lana, do you want to demonstrate or give color commentary?"
Lana's answer was taking Travis' hard cock in her hand and leaning over to run her tongue over the tip. Travis closed his eyes and let out a sigh. How did this keep happening to him, he wondered.
"So, Longs, it all starts with a few strokes and a little licking of the tip. A lot of times a guy will get a little pre-cum there, and this will help you get used to the taste."
Lana then took the head of Travis' prick into her mouth and suckled a bit.
"Next is the head, and you can suckle on that a bit. Travis here is pretty long, but skinny, which is kind of a best case scenario for giving your first blowjob. The thick ones make it a lot more difficult to do that."
Lana had taken about half of Travis into her mouth now, and was no longer using her hand to stroke him, instead moving up and down on his dick, letting her lips slide up and down his shaft.
"Notice how she's just using her lips to pull the foreskin up and down? That's good technique. Good job, Lana. Ready to try now, Longs?"
Heather nodded yes, and Lana moved up and away from Travis. Heather now grabbed the cock in her hand. She could feel it throbbing in her fingers as she stroked it lightly up and down. Travis moaned behind her.
Looking down at the head of his dick, she could see the little dribble of cum there and went down to lick it, then kiss his tip with her red lips. It was saltier and muskier than she'd imagined, but not terrible tasting. Then she parted her lips and took his head in. Her long, wavy red hair blocked Travis' view, but he could care less.
"Oh my god, Heather, you...feel...so...ahhhhhh," he said as she began taking more and more of him into her mouth. She began moving up and down like Lana had. It was very strange, not at all like licking a woman.
She pulled her head away and her hand went back to stroking Travis as she said, "I think I liked licking your pussy better, Lana."
"Oh, god, oh fuck ohhhhh!" Travis shouted suddenly. That comment was just too much for him.
Without missing a beat, Patricia went down to take his cock in her mouth as he started to shoot his cum. She didn't swallow, leaving it in her mouth instead. When he was done, Patricia leaned over and kissed her best friend deeply, swapping Travis cum into Heather's mouth. Heather's eyes went wide at the taste, but she took the load and let it roll over her tongue. Then she turned to Lana and kissed her, giving the load to her. Lana swallowed it down and wiped her lip of the little dribble that had escaped.
Patricia looked at Travis, "You gonna be able to go again, stud?"
Travis nodded, "Yeah just give me a sec. Oh my god, sorry about that. It's just... you're all so... are you sure I'm not dreaming?"
Heather turned to face him, a little dribble of cum dripping out of the corner of her mouth, "Okay that wasn't as bad as I feared. How long will it take before you can put him in my pussy?"
Patricia smiled, "Let's give him some visual stimulation, why don't you and Lana lick each other's pussies while I get him back up again. Once he's hard, I'll guide him into you, deal?"
"Deal," Heather said and dove into Lana's lap. The two quickly arranged into 69 so they could both lick the other on the bed. Travis looked utterly dumbfounded.
"You and me both, Travis. But she says she wants one fun, wild weekend before she spends the next two years training her ass of for the Olympics, and I'm going to see to it she gets what she wants. What are best friends for, anyhow?"
Patricia then went back down to Travis' cock and began trying to suck it back to life. With Mitch, that was usually a five minute or so process. Of course, Mitch didn't have the advantage of two sexy as hell chicks licking each other next to them when she tried. She got Travis back up in less than a minute.
"Okay, Longs, he's ready."
Lana gave a little pout as Heather took her tongue away from Lana's clit.
"Don't worry, Lana, I wanna tongue that freshly shaved pussy of yours. Just let me get these two started. Why don't you go to the other bed so they have some room?"
Lana got up and headed over to the other queen bed in the room as Heather had started kissing Travis again.
"This is okay, right Travis? You want to do this with me?"
"As long as you're sure, Heather. You know I've had a crush on you for as long as I can remember."
"I know. Okay, Pats, let's do this."
Patricia smiled. These two were too sweet, she thought. It was nearly enough to make her want to puke. "Okay, why don't you straddle Travis here."
Heather did as she was asked, her long, strong freckled legs going on either side of Travis brown belly, his cock just behind her. Patricia touched her friend's pussy, found it was still soaking wet and nodded.
"Okay this might hurt a bit at first, so when I put him in you, just sit there for a moment and let your body get used to it. Now lift up your cute little ass and move back a bit."
Heather did, and now Travis could see his own dick so near to the wispy strawberry hair and lips of Heather's pussy. Patricia reached down and grabbed his dick, lifting it and placing it into that soft, wet hair, the tip just touching the Heather's vulva.
Heather stared right into Travis' eyes and smiled, "I'm so glad it's you." She let her hips drop and his penis entered her pussy. She stopped after just a couple of inches, savoring the sensation.
Travis let out a long soft moan. He couldn't believe how incredibly tight she was, and also how hot and slick. Nothing, not even Mrs. Pederson, had prepared him for how this would feel. He leaned up to kiss Heather again and as he did, she took the rest of him inside.
Pain, Heather thought, wasn't really the right word. Yes there was some low rumble of discomfort, like her legs sometimes felt after an intense workout, but the endorphins and hormones rushing through her body, and the electric line of fire that shot up from her clit as Patricia rubbed her pushed any thought of pain away.
"All right," Patricia said, "you two are on your own to figure the rest of it out. Have fun!"
And with that she bounded over to the other bed to bury her head in Lana's snatch. Heather, meanwhile began moving her hips to take Travis in and out of her pussy. She went slowly, both getting used to the sensation and desire not to take Travis over the edge too soon.
It didn't take long though, till Travis' breathing had begun to quicken. Heather was still miles away from orgasm and frowned a bit while slowing down. "No not yet," she pleaded.
Travis seemed to understand, "Can I lick you? Then we can go some more once you..."
Heather rolled off Travis and laid her head down on the pillow next to him. She thought it was sweet that he wanted to try, but given what Lana and Patricia had said about how long it took men to learn how to do that properly, she wasn't holding her breath. Still, if he settled down a bit, it would mean she could feel him inside her for a bit longer.
But as Travis went between her legs and began to lick, Heather quickly discovered how wrong her thoughts had been. Within seconds, she was moaning in pleasure as Travis worked her clit with his tongue and lips.
"Oh fuck Travis, that's it, that right, that's oooooohhhhhh."
Patricia and Lana stopped their own pussy eating to look over at the two young lovers, not believing what they were seeing and hearing. They rearranged themselves so they could continue to watch by pressing their vulvas against each others and starting a slow grind. On the bed next to them, Heather was first giggling, then gasping, then screaming for Travis to make her cum, her hands buried in his thick hair.
Her orgasm went on for minutes, and towards the end, Heather screamed, "Get your cock back in me right fucking now, Travis!"
He moved up between her legs and quickly found her hole with his dick, sliding into her easily now as she let out yet another scream of pleasure. Her pussy vibrated and grabbed his cock with every stroke, and both knew that he wouldn't last long.
"Fuck, Travis you feel so good! It's okay now, I'm on the pill, you can, aghhhhh!" she screamed as yet another orgasmic wave crashed through her body. That was too much for Travis, and he began shooting his seed deep into her virginal pussy as he screamed with his own earth shattering orgasm.
The two young lovers collapsed in a heap on the bed.
"Well Jesus Fucking Christ that was hot," Lana observed.
Patricia found herself wondering if she'd had it wrong the last year. Maybe it was nerds, and not assholes, who made the best lovers. She was going to find out, but not now, the scissoring she had been doing with Lana was finally working as the ladies found the right rhythm. It was different, but they each had a small orgasm as Travis and Heather cuddled and kissed in the bed next to them.
***
Elliot, Mitch and Luke huddled around the Street Fighter II game. Mitch had just won his fifth match in a row.
"Told you fuckers, I am invincible!"
Outside, the rain had finally stopped.
"All right well, it's probably time to get back anyhow, at least the rain stopped," Elliot said.
"What do you think the girls have been up to?" Luke mused as they began to walk out of the pizza joint.
"Probably brushing their hair or painting their nails for the tenth time," Mitch replied.
"I don't know. Lana's a wild one, I bet she convinced them to have a girl orgy."
"Right and then I'm sure Travis walked in on it and fucked all three of them!"
The boys broke up laughing at that. They got in Luke's Camero and headed back to the cabin for a night that would surpass their wildest dreams.
To be continued...
Chapter 3
Travis woke up early the morning following the skinny dip still not quite believing what had happened the night before. In fact, he had barely slept at all as his mind continued to replay the events over and over again.
He was laying on top of the covers in long pajamas, Heather asleep under the same covers next to him in the queen bed, a layer of pillows between them. Patricia and Mitch had wanted to sleep in the same bed, and this was the compromise Heather had made with him so that he wouldn't have to sleep on the couch.
"But if you tell anyone we slept together," she told him last night, "I swear I'll kill you. I'll fucking kill you, Travis."
Travis had swore up and down and even included the "No touching myself or others," joke from the lake. Heather had actually laughed at that and they'd gotten into the bed.
His eyes now drifted in the early morning light over to the other queen in the room and was greeted to the sight of Patricia's tiny little naked ass pointed in his direction. Her arm lay draped over her boyfriend Mitch. She was perhaps half his size, maybe smaller, not athletic like Heather or curvy like Lana, just a tiny little cute pixie. Travis felt his cock begin to stir at the sight of her, and figured he better get downstairs and start cooking breakfast before he broke the rules and started touching himself.
Travis got out of bed and took one last look at Heather's cute freckled face and red hair. He'd had a crush on her forever, and even kissed her once during a game of spin the bottle, but had never had the courage to ask her out. Travis was pudgy, nerdy, and while he could always make the group laugh with his wit, he secretly worried that they were laughing at him, not with him.
But the moment he'd shared with Heather in the lake, them both masturbating themselves as they watched Patricia eat Lana's pussy on the side of the dock even while Mitch was fucking Patricia from behind, had built his confidence. Her letting him sleep in her bed built it even more. Still, he thought, better to play it cool. Last night was probably an anomaly.
Travis was okay being the goofball butt of the jokes with his friends. In the end he knew they accepted and liked his antics. He could always be himself around them and tell them anything. Which was why it was so hard keeping the secret he had since last Christmas break.
His friends all thought Travis was still a virgin. He wasn't, but then again, if you couldn't tell anyone, did it really happen? As he filled the coffee carafe to start a brew, Travis started daydreaming about that experience from seven months ago.
***
It was the Friday after Christmas and before New Year's, and it seemed all Travis' friends were either working or out on a date, leaving him alone for the evening. His parents were having friends over, and when he saw the hot tub go on after dinner, he knew they would be partying late.
He also guessed that meant they would have replenished their stash. Sure enough, he found the quarter bag of weed in his dad's sock drawer (right next to his stack of Penthouse) and pinched enough to roll a joint for himself.
HBO was having a Reel Sex marathon that night, and Travis planned on smoking a joint, watching the show in his bedroom, jacking off two or three times and falling to sleep. So when the Smiths and the Pedersons got over around 8 that night, Travis was already in the basement with a plate of cookies, a glass of milk and ready to enjoy himself. He lit some incense, then his joint, and blew smoke rings while watching a segment about a nudist resort in Jamaica.
Three hours and two orgasms later, the cookies and milk were gone and the munchies had fully set in. The current segment wasn't really interesting, so Travis decided to head upstairs for another snack. Plate and cup in hand, Travis turned the corner into the kitchen and was greeted by the sight of a woman's bare ass at his refrigerator.
The plate and cup clattered to the ground, and miraculously didn't break, announcing Travis in the room. The woman, Travis now realized, was a completely naked Mrs. Pederson. Luke's mom. She had been bent over looking for something in the bottom of the fridge, and now began to stand and turn towards Travis due to the noise.
"Ben, do you know where..." she started as she turned around to face Travis, the sentence cutting off as she realized who it was who was now in the room with her.
Travis stood there dumbfounded, unable to speak or move. Here was Luke's mom, all 5 foot 10 of her, standing naked in his parent's kitchen. Her blonde permed hair fell down over her shoulders, her heavy breasts and wide nipples swayed a bit from the leftover momentum of her having turned around. A thick bushy triangle of still wet hair was at the nexus of her legs. Her waist and hips were thick, but not fat, the body of a mother. Travis then noticed that she was dripping water onto the linoleum floor of the kitchen. Had she been in the hot tub like that, Travis wondered as his brain began working again.
"Oh, um, oh my god, sorry Mrs. Pederson," Travis stammered as he looked down to the floor. "I didn't mean to..."
"I'm the one walking around your house naked, it's my fault, Travis, nothing to be sorry for," she said.
Travis couldn't help himself, and looked back up at the stunning woman in her mid 40s. She was not attempting to cover herself in any way.
"Um, Mrs. Pederson?"
"Yes, Travis."
"Um, why are you naked in my house?"
"I came inside to get some strawberries for the hot tub. Everyone's got the munchies."
Travis' head nearly exploded then as he realized the full implication of what Mrs. Pederson was saying combined with the fact that she was now walking towards Travis. He'd seen a segment not an hour before about swingers. Were his parent's...
"I didn't know you were here. I thought you'd be out with Luke."
"No mam," Travis stammered. "He's out on a date tonight."
"Right, with that cute little cheerleader?"
"Yes, mam."
"Don't call me, mam."
"Um, okay, Mrs. Pederson."
She was now just a few feet away. Travis could see the lips of her pussy through her hair now as he kept his head down.
"Or, Mrs. Pederson."
"Okay."
"Call me Gwen."
"Okay, Mrs. Ped... Gwen."
"Better," she said as she reached out her hand to touch Travis' cheek. "Well, can I trust you won't tell Luke about what you saw here tonight?"
"Um, no ma... of course not Gwen."
Gwen spent some time eyeing Travis then, and seemed to be making her mind up about something. Finally, she asked, "Have you ever been this close to a naked woman before, Travis?"
"What?"
"No, you defiantly haven't," she mused. "And I bet you've never had your cock sucked by a woman either?"
"Um, what..." Travis stammered as Gwen began to drop to her knees in front of him. Travis pinched himself quickly to make sure he wasn't dreaming.
"You're not dreaming," Gwen said as she pulled down his shorts, revealing an already erect seven inch long, thin, dark penis. "Well look at you."
"Um, Mrs.... Gwen, um what about Mr. Pederson?" Travis said with real worry in his voice.
"Oh I'm sure he's fine. When I left him he was fucking your mom in the tub," she replied and then took Travis into her mouth and down her throat.
If Travis hadn't already jacked off twice that night, he was sure he would have cum right then. His hands went into Gwen's hair and he sighed deeply. It was everything he'd ever dreamed it would be.
When Gwen stopped less than a minute later, Travis was disappointed but happy. He would be able to masturbate about this for months. She pulled his shorts back up as she stood up and gave him a kiss on the forehead.
"Would you like to fuck me, Travis?" she asked as she looked at him straight in the eyes.
Travis didn't say anything, completely stunned by the question.
"Just promise me Luke won't find out. That means not telling ANY of your friends."
Travis nodded.
"I need to hear you promise."
"I promise," he said through a squeaky voice.
Gwen laughed then, a giggle at first that turned into a full powered laugh, "Oh my god this is like something out of Penthouse Letters. Where's your room?"
Travis pointed to the basement door.
"Let's go stud, I want some of that 18 year old cock in me right now."
Travis' heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest. He tried to calm himself down, but it was impossible. He was about to lose his virginity. With the hot mom of one of his best friends.
As they got to his bedroom door, Mrs. Pederson stopped for a second. "You're okay with this, right Travis? Losing your virginity to an old woman like me."
"You're beautiful, Mrs. Pederson. Not old," he replied sincerely.
"God that's a good answer," she replied and kissed him. They closed the door behind them and fell onto Travis' bed. She pulled his shorts off him once again and straddled him, her hot pussy lips spread over his shaft. She began moving her hips back and forth, slicking his dick with her juices. Travis lay there perfectly still, afraid to touch her or move in any way.
"Oh my god, you're so nervous. It's really cute, but I really probably shouldn't be doing this. Should we be doing this, Travis?"
"Um, yes, Gwen. Please don't stop now. I want to. I just don't know what to do"
She smiled at him. "Well, I guess if we are going to do this, it should at least be educational for you."
She turned around on top of him and moved back towards his face.
"A lot of men just want to jump right into the fucking. But if you want to keep a woman, you need to be able to pleasure her. For most women, that will depend on how well you can use your tongue and fingers."
Mitch watched in awe as Mrs. Pederson's pussy hovered just inches above his face. A powerful, beautiful smell filled his nose. She reached under herself and spread her pussy lips apart, revealing the hole and a small little bump just above it through her wet hair.
"That little bump just above the entrance to my cunt," she said, laying a long fingernail on it, "is my clit. That's the way to a woman's soul, Travis. You learn to play that little bundle of nerves properly, and a woman will do anything for you."
She started rubbing it now, letting out little coos as she did.
"Why don't you try putting your tongue on it."
Travis did as he was told, sticking out his tongue and savoring the new taste, all thoughts of food forgotten.
"That's it. Yes that's it, you're a natural. You can make little swirling motions, or flick it, or write the alphabet on it," she continued. "But the important thing to remember is to listen to how the woman responds. Really listen. Every woman is different and the way her voice and body respond will guide you. Some like it hard, some soft, some fast some... ahhghhhh!"
Travis had taken her clit between his lips and pulled back on it slightly, causing Mrs. Pederson to moan in pleasure. He released her, licked her again and then took her between her lips again, once again getting the moan. With that he began to feel juices running down his face. Mrs. Pederson grabbed his cock and began to stroke it as he worked her. He continued to work her clit with his tongue, fiercely concentrating on every little sound and motion of her body. He quickly realized what was making her moan the loudest, and kept doing that.
"Okay, okay. Now once she begins to respond, you can try sliding a finger into her."
Once again, Travis did as he was told. Mrs. Pederson responded with a shudder and a moan.
"Oh my fucking god, Travis. Oh my fucking god, yes!" She said and took him into her mouth once more. Once more Travis could feel it go down her throat. He moaned into her pussy, and the vibration sent her over the edge, her hips bucking on top of his face. He slipped a second finger into her and could now feel the muscles there contracting around his digits.
To Travis, Mrs. Pederson's orgasm seemed like it lasted forever, though it wasn't more than thirty or forty seconds. When she finally stopped shaking, she lay on top of him for just a moment, then got up and turned back around.
"You keep eating pussy like that, Travis, and you won't have any problem."
Once again he felt her steaming hot cunt on his dick, this time she grabbed it and slid it into her.
Travis was sure he was in heaven. Every nerve in his body delivered nothing but pleasure to his brain. Mrs. Pederson sat up, her breasts rising and falling as she ground her pussy into him. The walls of her cunt massaged his cock inside her. He grabbed her wide hips as she moved on top of him and started to feel his orgasm building. He didn't want this to stop though, and tried to slow down.
Mrs. Pederson wasn't having any of that.
"Cum for me Travis. Cum inside my pussy!" she cried out as she clamped down on his cock with her cunt and lifted nearly all the way off him, then came back down.
Travis did as he was told. He began to buck into her from underneath, matching his movement to hers and feeling his balls tighten and then finally release. He struggled with all his might not to scream out, and just when he thought he couldn't bear it any longer, Gwen fell back on top of him and kissed him deeply, stealing the breath from him.
They continued to kiss like that for a long few minutes as he lay inside her, his dick softening but beginning to twitch again when she finally rolled off him.
"I haven't been fucked like that since high school. Thank you, Travis. I better get back before they send a search party."
She stood up and looked back at Travis, "Some young lady is going to be very lucky to find you."
With that, Mrs. Pederson walked out of the room and back upstairs. Travis jacked off three more times that night thinking about it.
***
And now, bacon cooking in the frying pan, his dick hard again from the memory, Travis had to fight off the urge once more. Part of him still wondering if he had dreamed the whole thing.
Thankfully, the smell of bacon had brought Luke and Elliot down from upstairs. Twenty minutes later, everyone save Patricia had made it down and was eating the French toast, bacon and eggs sitting on the large kitchen table.
Thirty minutes into breakfast, no one had said a word about last night. Luke had thought a lot over the last day about what Lana had told him on the boat. And what she had done after Luke and Elliot had gone upstairs. He'd decided not only was he fine with it, but he wondered how much further it could go with the seven of them. Patricia and Mitch were certainly into exploring, but he wasn't sure about Heather and Travis.
"So what's on the agenda for today?"
"I was thinking about the quarry," Lana replied.
There was general consensus that rock diving at the quarry sounded like a great way to get the day started. Breakfast continued with talking and laughter, but discussion about last night's activities never came up.
It was just after 10am when the seven piled back into the ski boat for the thirty minute ride to the quarry. Once again, Lana and Patricia removed their tops as soon as the boat had taken off. This time, without prompting, Heather joined them. She stayed as low as possible, laying down on the front bench of the boat, her hard, freckled breasts, perfect C cups, exposed in the light of day.
Across from her, Lana and Patricia sat next to each other upright. Lana proudly displaying her large dark breasts next to Patricia's small pale white ones. The girls were talking, though not loud enough for Heather to be able to hear over the rush of wind. Heather's pussy tingled and ached. Just being topless was nearly as arousing to her as rubbing her own clit.
Luke, Elliot and Mitch had all hooted and hollered when she removed her top. It was good nature cheer, she thought. Travis had remained silent though, and she noticed that while he was looking at her as she removed her top, he was looking her in the eye. It seemed he was taking the no ogling rule to heart. Good for him.
As they approached the quarry, Elliot saw there were already quite a few boats in the little protected bay. He suggested the girls all put their tops back on less they were capsized by all the college age frat boys swarming the boat. Reluctantly, they all did.
Patricia and Travis offered to stay on the boat as the others went up for a dive. Travis because he wasn't athletic, was tired, and wanted to smoke the joint he'd brought with him. Patricia because she figured Travis had brought weed and wanted to get some.
They watched as the other five began their ascent of the thirty foot cliff, graffiti painted on the side and a few other people already near the top.
"You look exhausted," Patricia said as she took the lit joint from Travis.
"Yeah, didn't get much sleep last night," he replied, exhaling a big plume of smoke.
"You know, you were pretty cool last night. And Longs taking off her top this morning wouldn't have happened if she didn't feel comfortable about it."
Travis gave Patricia a skeptical look.
"Since when are you so nice?"
"Since I figured out that I might finally be able to get Longs laid! What could be more perfect than two virgins discovering the joys of sex on a..."
Patricia paused as she considered the look on Travis face.
"Oh fuck, bullshit. When? Who?"
Travis looked like a kid who'd just had is hand caught in the cookie jar. "I can't... It's no one from school. I promised I wouldn't tell."
Patricia considered him a long minute. "You know you're a really nice guy, Travis. It's too bad I like assholes."
She pointed up to the top of the cliff, where Luke, in all his lacrosse jock blonde hair hard body gorgeousness was holding Lana's hand, her other hand holding Elliot's tall, dark swimmer body. Lana turned to kiss Elliot, then Luke, and then the three of them jumped off and into the water together, making a huge splash as they did.
That left Heather and Patricia's boyfriend, Mitch at the top. She towered over him at her six feet to his not even five and a half. Her red hair blazed in the morning sun, her long pale, freckled perfect body next to his thick and muscled Italian bruiser frame.
"I don't think I can do it!" she yelled from the top.
Mitch put a hand on the small of her back. Jesus, Patricia thought, he moves fast. She should never had suggested the possibility of the three of them fucking. He was going to be obsessed with it now and Patricia thought it very unlikely that Longs would decide to lose her virginity to a guy like him. But there he was, being sweet to her, whispering in her ear. Patricia saw her nod something, she grabbed his hand, and the both ran off the edge, jumping out and plummeting down into the water.
"You really not going up, Travis?" Patricia asked as Luke, Lana and Elliot made their way over to the boat.
"Look at me, come on," Travis replied.
"Half way up," Heather asked.
But Travis shook his head, "Go up with Elliot and Luke."
"Yeah, I could go for another," Luke replied, coming up the ladder.
"And I could go for some of that pot," Lana added.
So Travis shared the rest of his joint with Lana as Patricia, Luke and Elliot made their way back to the cliff. Heather and Mitch had gone right back to jump again, and so were ahead of them.
Elliot and Luke helped Patricia scramble up the cliffs. She was so short that she had some difficulty in a couple of sections. God, she thought, Lana was a lucky girl to be fucking both of these guys. She caught a glimpse of Elliot's cock through the bottom of his swim trunks at one point of the climb and felt her pussy get moist. If there was ever going to be a right time for her to have her childhood crush, this weekend might just be it.
Especially since when she looked up, she saw Mitch's broad arms encircling Heather from behind at the top of the cliff. Pity for him that his crotch was below her ass, as Patricia was sure the intent had been for her to feel his big member when he hugged her. Heather playfully slapped at his big arms and he let her go, then she turned around, gave him a peck and then ran off the edge on her own.
Two could play at that game, Patricia thought.
When they made the top a couple of minutes later, Elliot was looking at the sky and frowning.
"There's a storm coming, gonna have to make this the last jump."
"Then we better make it worth it," Patricia said. She grabbed both men's hands, then turned to kiss Luke. Not a peck, but a full kiss, her lips parting and their tongues touching even as she nuzzled his hand into her crotch. She broke the kiss and did the same with Elliot, but moved her hand to his crotch, which she happily noted had a rapidly growing dick in it.
"Whooooooo! You get those boys!" Lana screamed from the boat, clapping. Heather and Mitch were just climbing on board and had missed the show.
"We gonna jump or what?" Patricia said.
"Not yet," Luke replied, grabbing Elliot's hand and giving him a full kiss just as Patricia had done to him. If they were leaving anyhow, who cared if some of the other boats saw it? And besides, Luke thought, coming out was hot as hell. They jumped into the lake.
By the time they were half way back to the cabin, the rain had begun and the lake was getting very choppy. Elliot had everyone stay down and low in the boat as it slammed up and down in the water. It was, Patricia thought, legitimately scary. She loved it. Mitch didn't seem to enjoy it quite so much, and at one point, he leaned over the side of the boat to puke.
It was still before noon when the seven friends, all soaking wet from the rain, got back into the cabin.
"Well, now what," Luke asked.
"Charlie's Pizza and Arcade?" Elliot responded. "Not much else to do with a downpour like this."
"I'm down," Mitch replied, "They got Street Fighter II there?"
"Yeah," Luke said. "Travis?"
Travis looked on the verge of passing out. "I think I'm gonna nap." He headed upstairs.
"Girls?"
Heather spoke up then, and she didn't make what she said a debate. "You boys go have fun. I think we'll stay back and do our nails or something."
Patricia and Lana knew this was code for talking about the boys behind their back. They both backed her up over the objections of the boys. Fifteen minutes later, Travis was asleep upstairs and the other three on their way to the arcade.
***
"So you've really never done that to a girl before," Lana asked. Heather was painting her toenails on the couch while the thunderstorm raged outside. Patricia sat with one leg over the armrest of the Barcalounger across the antique coffee table between them. It was about half an hour since the boys left.
"No, I swear," Patricia replied.
"Well then you might be playing for the wrong team, that was amazing, Pats."
"Yeah well you weren't too bad yourself with your hand. It takes me weeks to train a guy to do what you figured out in a couple of minutes."
"Well that I know how to do! Lots of practice there!" Lana exclaimed through a burst of laughter.
"But it's got to be different, doing it to someone else," Heather offered shyly.
"Well yeah, it's a different experience even though the equipment is basically the same."
It hadn't taken the girls any time at all to start rehashing the events of the night before. Patricia had even pulled out a bottle of wine she'd pinched from her mom's stash before they'd come down and was sharing it with the other two young women.
"So confession time, Longs. What was going on with you and Travis while the three of us were fucking at the dock?" Patricia asked, looking Heather right in the eyes.
Heather blushed deeply and said, "That's our little secret."
"Oh come on, Heather, I saw you two hugging or something at the end. And it looked like you were both really enjoying yourselves."
Heather took a gulp of wine and then confessed that she'd been masturbating herself, told Travis he could do the same, and then put an arm around him when they were both about to cum.
"But that's it, I swear!"
"And?" Patricia asked, leaning forward in the chair.
"And what? That's all there was to it."
"And how did it feel touching someone else while you did that?"
Heather almost replied immediately, then stopped to consider for a moment. "I liked it. It was different. More intense."
"That's for fucking sure. Cheers to that, girls!" Lana said and held up her glass, getting a round of clinks in return.
Patricia almost asked if she wanted it to go further, then thought better of it. Better to change the subject and circle back to that one later. It would still be hours before the boys got back, and she was starting to hatch a plan.
Instead, she turned back to Lana, "Well, one thing's for sure, if you want me licking that beautiful little pussy of yours again, we've got to do something about that bush."
"Pats!" Heather yelped, embarrassed for Lana.
Lana looked more confused than embarrassed though. "What do you mean?"
"I mean," Patricia said while standing up and dropping her shorts to show her clean shaven pussy, a finger sliding along the slit and giving her clitty a little rub, "that a clean pussy is so much nicer for the eater."
She pulled her shorts back up and flopped back onto the chair, satisfied with the hungry look she saw in Lana's eye, and perhaps even Heathers?
"You shave bare?" Heather asked, "I mean, I do the bikini line and all so I don't have hairs all sticking out of my track shorts, but why would you do THAT?"
"I told you."
"Yeah," Lana said, "but how do you know it's better if you've never licked one before?" She'd felt Patricia's bare pussy last night and thought it a little weird, but never connected it to how that would make oral different. Now she realized that the trimming Elliot had started doing was actually pretty nice went it came to that department.
"I've had like three boyfriends tell me. The band guy, Jason, was the one who suggested it. The two others since both loved it."
"Yeah but they're boys," Heather said.
Patricia, for once, had no quick comeback to that observation.
"Good point. Lana, I suggest an experiment. You try licking my pussy, then Longs, and tell us which is the better experience for you," Patricia suggested with a laugh.
"Hey don't tempt me, I've been thinking about that since last night."
Heather let out a little yelp of surprise at that.
"I meant with Pats, not you Heather."
Patricia thought she might have seen a bit of disappointment on Heather's face. Lana must have noticed it too, because she quickly went on, "I mean, not that I wouldn't like to. I mean, god Heather, you are fucking hot. But you know I wouldn't... oh god someone save me from this disaster."
"You're all on your own, sexy," Patricia replied with a grin.
"You know I'm not a prude or anything," Heather then said with a bit of anger in her voice. "Just because I'm not experienced yet doesn't mean I don't want to be. And I'm not gonna run for the hills if you hit on me or ask me to go skinny dipping or ask me to lick your... cunt."
The last word she nearly spat out, like someone had crapped in her mouth.
"Hey, Longs, sorry."
"What are you sorry for? You are the least sorry person I know. You get to do whatever the fuck you want because your whole life isn't wrapped up in trying to get to the fucking Olympics. Well you know what?" Heather picked up and drained the rest of her glass of wine. "I came on this trip wanting to let loose for one FUCKING time in my life, for one GODDAMN weekend, and I'm gonna!"
Lana and Patricia watched in astonishment at the epic rant coming from their friend.
"You know what the most amazing thing about last night was to me?" She paused for effect, the other two women not about to open their mouths to guess.
"Watching Lana just decide what she wanted, ask for it and get it!"
Another pause as Heather seemed to be deciding something. "So you know what? I've got an experiment for the two of you. How about I lick your pussies and then I decide which is better?"
Heather was completely flush, a sheen of sweat even beginning to form on her brow. The three women all looked at each other as the seconds ticked by.
"Yeah, Longs, I'd love that."
"Me to, Heather."
Heather stood their speechless for a second. She hadn't really expected them to just agree!
"Yeah well you both don't have to make it so fucking easy you know!"
Lana smiled and replied, "I like sex. I just found out I like sex with girls. I like you. Why make it more complicated by pretending otherwise?"
"Well fucking said you slut," Patricia added.
"Thanks, Pats!"
Heather stood there for anther long few seconds, processing what Lana had just said. Patricia was just starting to think that maybe Heather just needed to rant, that she didn't really want to go down on the two of them.
"Well, which one of you wants to go first?"
Heather and Lana looked at each other, then Lana raised a hand.
"Great, so I guess... I guess you should take off your shorts then?" She asked, shifting her weight nervously from one foot to the other as if she were getting ready to run down the track for a vault.
"Why don't you come over here and kiss me first, and then we see where it goes from there?"
Patricia watched as Heather sat back down on the couch next to Lana. Lana reached out and put a hand through Heather's hair.
"You are an absolutely beautiful woman, Heather. I'd never have had the courage to ask you to..."
But Lana was cut off by Heather pressing her lips to hers. Their mouths opened slightly, their tongues passed by each other, and they embraced. The kiss went on a good four or five minutes with nothing more. Heather was lost in the kiss, one so much nicer than any she'd shared with a boy.
Lana didn't make a move to the next step, determined to let Heather take the lead for now.
Finally, Heather broke the kiss and lifted her shirt off. Lana did the same. Heather then unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor. Lana did the same. Heather reached out and took one of Lana's breasts in her hand, her thumb brushing an already erect nipple. Lana did the same.
"I'm not sure what to do next," she said quietly.
"What do you want to do," Lana replied. "Just do that."
Heather leaned in and kissed Lana again, allowing their breasts to mash together. On the Barcalounger, Patricia was now rubbing herself through her shorts.
Heather moved from kissing Lana's soft, wonderful lips down to her jaw line, then her neck. She continued with a trail of kisses along the top of Lana's breasts and to her nipple, hard and nearly two inches long, and took it between her lips, suckling it and earning a low moan from Lana.
One hand then moved up and into Lana's thick, curly hair, while the other moved down and unbuttoned her shorts. Heather didn't waste any time then slipping her hand under Lana's underwear and through her thick, kinky pubic hair, eventually finding her slit. As she began rubbing in circles she moved her lips back up to Lana's mouth. Heather really liked kissing her.
Lana began to moan in earnest now, her pussy suddenly drenched with juices. "Fuuuck, that feels good, Heather. You can slide a finger in me if you want."
Heather did just that, feeling the slick juices there and then pulling back to rub at her clit again. Having only ever kissed a few boys, and once had her boobs massaged in the back seat of a car after a dance, Heather was in completely uncharted territory but found herself not just comfortable with it, but hungry for more.
Heather slid from the couch onto the floor. Seeing Patricia now really starting to finger her own cunt, Heather pointed for her to move onto the couch next to Lana. As Patricia moved over, Heather slid the shorts and underwear off of Lana's legs. Lana then parted her knees, and Heather began to kiss up the inside of her thighs towards that wet pussy and mess of dank hair.
Lana, her nerves on fire from the experience, shuddered with every kiss that Heather gave her on the inside of her thighs. Patricia sat down next to Lana, already naked, and kissed Lana fiercely. Patricia took a heavy breast in her hand, kneading it as Heather came closer and closer to Lana's cunt.
Heather's nose was full of the scent of Lana, and now was the time. She turned her head, used her fingers to open Lana's pussy lips to find her clit, and then brought her lips to that little bundle of pleasure.
"Ohhhhhhh," Lana moaned.
Encouraged, Heather began tonguing Lana's slit now, and it didn't take her long to find a rhythm and pressure that was quickly increasing Lana's moans and making her pussy gush liquid onto the couch.
Heather's head was buried in Lana's pussy, and Patricia leaned over to begin to suck at Lana's long hard nipples. Lana's hand replaced Patricia's on that bare cunt of hers, and began rubbing her. The two women on the couch let out a simultaneous sigh as they felt their hearts racing and the orgasms beginning to build.
But before it could get to that point, Heather pulled back from Lana and then made her way between her best friend's legs next to her.
"Do you have any idea how many times I wanted to ask you to do this with me, Longs?"
As Heather lowered her head towards Patricia's sex, marveling at the unobstructed view of her lips, clit and moist tunnel, Heather said, "Why didn't you?"
"I don't... ughhhhhhh," Patricia exclaimed as she felt a woman's tongue touch her clit for the first time. Heather went to work, first in the same way that she had with Lana, using hard pressure to flick across her clit, but then switching to tiny little light circles that seemed to get Patricia responding in the right way.
Lana, meanwhile, had decided she wanted to try tasting a woman and was moving to position herself on the floor and under Heather. "Heather, is it okay if I lick your pussy now?"
"Yes, god yes, please," Heather replied. Her pussy absolutely ached, and if Lana hadn't offered she would have been forced to begin masturbating herself. Instead, the moment Lana's tongue touched her clit, she exploded in an orgasm, her pussy gushing juices onto, Lana's face. She stopped what she was doing with Patricia and bit her lip hard to keep from screaming out in pleasure.
Nothing she'd ever done to herself could compare to feeling someone else kiss here there. She continued to shake as Lana didn't stop her tongue lashing. Heather drove two fingers into Patricia's sopping wet cunt as the orgasm continued to rock her body.
As the orgasm subsided, Heather got control of herself once more and dove back into Patricia's lap. She was determined to get her friend off, and now, combined with her two fingers inside, it didn't take long to do that.
"You can slide your fingers into me, Lana," Heather said as Patricia's breath quickened.
Lana did as she asked, and found that as wet as Heather was, it still took some work to get even one finger into her virginally tight tunnel. Lana had expected to find the resistance of Heather's hymen, but hadn't and some part of her mind guessed it must have been lost to a pole vault at some point. Regardless, having something inside her was causing Heather to already begin a second orgasm, this one stronger than the first.
As Patricia's orgasm subsided, she moved down to the floor with the other two young women. Moments later, Patricia was tonguing Heather's hole, while Heather once again ate Lana and Lana in turn ate Patricia.
The orgasms continued as they worked each other's pussies for almost an hour, sometimes splitting off into twos, other times coming back to their circle. Nearly an hour after it had begun, they finally lay on the floor, panting and exhausted.
"Oh my god," Heather said. "Oh. My. God."
"I know, right?"
"Do you think we woke Travis?"
Heather sat bolt upright and looked at the stairs. She'd completely forgotten he was still in the house, but no one was there.
"I wouldn't worry," Lana said, "when Travis smokes pot he sleeps like the dead."
Heather laid back down on the floor then, her body still flush from the rush of sexual energy in the room. If Travis did come down, well, he'd missed the best part of the show anyhow. Next to Heather, Patricia pulled a kinky black hair from the inside of her mouth.
"Lana," Patricia said, "we really need to do something about that bush."
"Agreed," Heather added, "Your boyfriends had it right, Pats."
The three broke into hysterical laughter.
***
Lana sat on the edge of the big old fashioned bath tub in the master bedroom, her feet in the warm water. Patricia was in the water, soapy suds covering part of her body, a razor in hand.
"That's better, don't you think, Longs?"
Heather came over to take a look from the makeup chair she was sitting in. Lana had agreed not to shave it all off, but to follow Heather's lead and take some off the sides, along with a trim. She had let Patricia shave the hair off around her vulva as well.
"Oh yes, good job Pats."
Patricia nuzzled between Lana's legs with her face and gave her a quick lick. Much better, she thought and then began to eat her out again. Heather though, grabbed Patricia's hair and pulled her back.
"Wait, wait, if we get started on that again we'll be in here another hour."
Lana laughed, "Well that's fine by me. The boys probably won't be back for at least that long. What else do we have to do?"
They had continued to talk while Patricia was shaving Lana, and Patricia had told them about Travis admitting he was no longer a virgin. They'd tried to guess who it was, but didn't come near the truth that it was Luke's mom during a swingers' party hosted by Travis' parents. That news though had finally made up Heather's mind. She was going to lose her virginity, and she wanted to do it sooner than later.
"I want you guys to help me with something," Heather replied.
"Yeah, Longs, what request do you have for us now?"
"I want you to show me how to suck a boy's cock."
Heather looked at the two girls, who'd stopped laughing and now simply stared at her. What kind of sex monster had they created, Lana mused.
"Longs, believe me, I get it, sex is intoxicating, but maybe this is going a bit..."
Heather cut her off with a stare, "And then I want you to help me put that cock in my pussy."
"..fast, and wait, are you saying you want to fuck Travis?"
Heather shrugged her shoulders, "He was really, really sweet last night. I almost asked him to in the middle of the night, but I though he was a virgin like me and got scared to ask."
"So why do you need our help?" Lana asked sincerely.
"I just thought it would be more fun that way."
Lana grinned, "Heather, I think you've just earned your membership into the Deviants Club."
***
Travis was dreaming that he was sitting in a lounger on a tropical island beach, three women surrounding him and touching him.
"Travis," one of the women said to him, though it sounded like a voice he knew, he couldn't quite place it.
"Wake up, Travis," the woman said again, and this time the tropical beach dropped away as he opened his eyes to see Heather, Patricia and Lana all standing naked around his bed. Heather was lightly jostling his shoulder. Travis realized this must be one of those dreams where you think you wake up but you're actually still dreaming.
"Hey girls, did you come into my dream to fuck me?"
The girls all looked at each other curiously and let out a giggle.
"This isn't a dream," Heather said.
"Yeah fucktwad, this is real."
Just then there was a flash of lightening followed by a loud crack of thunder.
"Heather want's to learn how to suck cock, so we're going to use you to teach her. If that's okay with you."
"This is a nice dream. That pot must have been really good."
The girls looked at each other again. Lana shrugged and threw up her hands in a "I don't know what to do gesture."
"It was pretty good," Patricia said, "tell you what, why don't you roll over and the three of us will give you a massage? Does that sound good?"
"Sure," Travis said dreamily and rolled onto his stomach.
"Ow!" Travis screamed as Patricia cracked his ass as hard as she could with her hand. He scrambled back over, his ass still smarting from the blow and sat up. He wasn't dreaming. There were three naked girls in his room.
"Holy fuck I'm not dreaming, am I?"
The girls all shook their heads and giggled.
"What is going on?"
"Well," Lana started, "Heather here has very recently decided that she has some holes in her experiences that she'd like to have filled."
Heather giggled at the turn of phrase, and then Lana realized what she'd said and broke into hysterical laughter.
With the other two out of commission, Patricia continued, "And god fucking knows why, but she's chosen you to help fill them."
"But only if you want, Travis," Heather continued after recovering from her laughing fit. All three girls were sitting on the bed around Travis now and had their hands on him.
He felt like this had to be some kind of trap, but he had no idea how to avoid it. Fuck it, he thought, he jumped in with Mrs. Pederson and it worked out great, why not with this? He'd taken Theatre Improv with Elliot last semester as a fuck off elective, but if there was one thing he learned, it was when you are in a scene, you always say yes.
"Yes? Yes of course! Do as you will ladies, I am here to be used and abused by you."
Heather leaned over and kissed him then even as Lana began to pull down his boxers.
Lana said, "Thank you, Travis. Thanks for helping me do this. I didn't want to go to college a virgin."
"Well will you look at that," Patricia said from behind them. Heather turned around and looked at the long, skinny hard cock jutting out from Travis. "Guess you're a grower, not a shower, huh? Lana, do you want to demonstrate or give color commentary?"
Lana's answer was taking Travis' hard cock in her hand and leaning over to run her tongue over the tip. Travis closed his eyes and let out a sigh. How did this keep happening to him, he wondered.
"So, Longs, it all starts with a few strokes and a little licking of the tip. A lot of times a guy will get a little pre-cum there, and this will help you get used to the taste."
Lana then took the head of Travis' prick into her mouth and suckled a bit.
"Next is the head, and you can suckle on that a bit. Travis here is pretty long, but skinny, which is kind of a best case scenario for giving your first blowjob. The thick ones make it a lot more difficult to do that."
Lana had taken about half of Travis into her mouth now, and was no longer using her hand to stroke him, instead moving up and down on his dick, letting her lips slide up and down his shaft.
"Notice how she's just using her lips to pull the foreskin up and down? That's good technique. Good job, Lana. Ready to try now, Longs?"
Heather nodded yes, and Lana moved up and away from Travis. Heather now grabbed the cock in her hand. She could feel it throbbing in her fingers as she stroked it lightly up and down. Travis moaned behind her.
Looking down at the head of his dick, she could see the little dribble of cum there and went down to lick it, then kiss his tip with her red lips. It was saltier and muskier than she'd imagined, but not terrible tasting. Then she parted her lips and took his head in. Her long, wavy red hair blocked Travis' view, but he could care less.
"Oh my god, Heather, you...feel...so...ahhhhhh," he said as she began taking more and more of him into her mouth. She began moving up and down like Lana had. It was very strange, not at all like licking a woman.
She pulled her head away and her hand went back to stroking Travis as she said, "I think I liked licking your pussy better, Lana."
"Oh, god, oh fuck ohhhhh!" Travis shouted suddenly. That comment was just too much for him.
Without missing a beat, Patricia went down to take his cock in her mouth as he started to shoot his cum. She didn't swallow, leaving it in her mouth instead. When he was done, Patricia leaned over and kissed her best friend deeply, swapping Travis cum into Heather's mouth. Heather's eyes went wide at the taste, but she took the load and let it roll over her tongue. Then she turned to Lana and kissed her, giving the load to her. Lana swallowed it down and wiped her lip of the little dribble that had escaped.
Patricia looked at Travis, "You gonna be able to go again, stud?"
Travis nodded, "Yeah just give me a sec. Oh my god, sorry about that. It's just... you're all so... are you sure I'm not dreaming?"
Heather turned to face him, a little dribble of cum dripping out of the corner of her mouth, "Okay that wasn't as bad as I feared. How long will it take before you can put him in my pussy?"
Patricia smiled, "Let's give him some visual stimulation, why don't you and Lana lick each other's pussies while I get him back up again. Once he's hard, I'll guide him into you, deal?"
"Deal," Heather said and dove into Lana's lap. The two quickly arranged into 69 so they could both lick the other on the bed. Travis looked utterly dumbfounded.
"You and me both, Travis. But she says she wants one fun, wild weekend before she spends the next two years training her ass of for the Olympics, and I'm going to see to it she gets what she wants. What are best friends for, anyhow?"
Patricia then went back down to Travis' cock and began trying to suck it back to life. With Mitch, that was usually a five minute or so process. Of course, Mitch didn't have the advantage of two sexy as hell chicks licking each other next to them when she tried. She got Travis back up in less than a minute.
"Okay, Longs, he's ready."
Lana gave a little pout as Heather took her tongue away from Lana's clit.
"Don't worry, Lana, I wanna tongue that freshly shaved pussy of yours. Just let me get these two started. Why don't you go to the other bed so they have some room?"
Lana got up and headed over to the other queen bed in the room as Heather had started kissing Travis again.
"This is okay, right Travis? You want to do this with me?"
"As long as you're sure, Heather. You know I've had a crush on you for as long as I can remember."
"I know. Okay, Pats, let's do this."
Patricia smiled. These two were too sweet, she thought. It was nearly enough to make her want to puke. "Okay, why don't you straddle Travis here."
Heather did as she was asked, her long, strong freckled legs going on either side of Travis brown belly, his cock just behind her. Patricia touched her friend's pussy, found it was still soaking wet and nodded.
"Okay this might hurt a bit at first, so when I put him in you, just sit there for a moment and let your body get used to it. Now lift up your cute little ass and move back a bit."
Heather did, and now Travis could see his own dick so near to the wispy strawberry hair and lips of Heather's pussy. Patricia reached down and grabbed his dick, lifting it and placing it into that soft, wet hair, the tip just touching the Heather's vulva.
Heather stared right into Travis' eyes and smiled, "I'm so glad it's you." She let her hips drop and his penis entered her pussy. She stopped after just a couple of inches, savoring the sensation.
Travis let out a long soft moan. He couldn't believe how incredibly tight she was, and also how hot and slick. Nothing, not even Mrs. Pederson, had prepared him for how this would feel. He leaned up to kiss Heather again and as he did, she took the rest of him inside.
Pain, Heather thought, wasn't really the right word. Yes there was some low rumble of discomfort, like her legs sometimes felt after an intense workout, but the endorphins and hormones rushing through her body, and the electric line of fire that shot up from her clit as Patricia rubbed her pushed any thought of pain away.
"All right," Patricia said, "you two are on your own to figure the rest of it out. Have fun!"
And with that she bounded over to the other bed to bury her head in Lana's snatch. Heather, meanwhile began moving her hips to take Travis in and out of her pussy. She went slowly, both getting used to the sensation and desire not to take Travis over the edge too soon.
It didn't take long though, till Travis' breathing had begun to quicken. Heather was still miles away from orgasm and frowned a bit while slowing down. "No not yet," she pleaded.
Travis seemed to understand, "Can I lick you? Then we can go some more once you..."
Heather rolled off Travis and laid her head down on the pillow next to him. She thought it was sweet that he wanted to try, but given what Lana and Patricia had said about how long it took men to learn how to do that properly, she wasn't holding her breath. Still, if he settled down a bit, it would mean she could feel him inside her for a bit longer.
But as Travis went between her legs and began to lick, Heather quickly discovered how wrong her thoughts had been. Within seconds, she was moaning in pleasure as Travis worked her clit with his tongue and lips.
"Oh fuck Travis, that's it, that right, that's oooooohhhhhh."
Patricia and Lana stopped their own pussy eating to look over at the two young lovers, not believing what they were seeing and hearing. They rearranged themselves so they could continue to watch by pressing their vulvas against each others and starting a slow grind. On the bed next to them, Heather was first giggling, then gasping, then screaming for Travis to make her cum, her hands buried in his thick hair.
Her orgasm went on for minutes, and towards the end, Heather screamed, "Get your cock back in me right fucking now, Travis!"
He moved up between her legs and quickly found her hole with his dick, sliding into her easily now as she let out yet another scream of pleasure. Her pussy vibrated and grabbed his cock with every stroke, and both knew that he wouldn't last long.
"Fuck, Travis you feel so good! It's okay now, I'm on the pill, you can, aghhhhh!" she screamed as yet another orgasmic wave crashed through her body. That was too much for Travis, and he began shooting his seed deep into her virginal pussy as he screamed with his own earth shattering orgasm.
The two young lovers collapsed in a heap on the bed.
"Well Jesus Fucking Christ that was hot," Lana observed.
Patricia found herself wondering if she'd had it wrong the last year. Maybe it was nerds, and not assholes, who made the best lovers. She was going to find out, but not now, the scissoring she had been doing with Lana was finally working as the ladies found the right rhythm. It was different, but they each had a small orgasm as Travis and Heather cuddled and kissed in the bed next to them.
***
Elliot, Mitch and Luke huddled around the Street Fighter II game. Mitch had just won his fifth match in a row.
"Told you fuckers, I am invincible!"
Outside, the rain had finally stopped.
"All right well, it's probably time to get back anyhow, at least the rain stopped," Elliot said.
"What do you think the girls have been up to?" Luke mused as they began to walk out of the pizza joint.
"Probably brushing their hair or painting their nails for the tenth time," Mitch replied.
"I don't know. Lana's a wild one, I bet she convinced them to have a girl orgy."
"Right and then I'm sure Travis walked in on it and fucked all three of them!"
The boys broke up laughing at that. They got in Luke's Camero and headed back to the cabin for a night that would surpass their wildest dreams.
To be continued...