Lauren looked down at his stiff cock and grinned. “Are you OK?” she asked, pulling him against her. He nodded, kissing her lips under the cold spray.
“Isn’t it a little weird though?”
“I think she’ll disappear once she is sure I’m not going to get hurt.”
“Why would I hurt you Lori?”
“You thing, here, it’s huge.” She took hold him and ran her fingers along the entire length. “She thinks it might hurt me, tear me inside.”
“Huge? I don’t think so really.”
“From the little I know it is very big. Haven’t you, you know, seen other boys?”
“Yeah, when I was at school, but they’re all about the same I think. It’s not like we went around measuring them! And they were never, you know ..”
“Hard?”
He laughed. “Yeah. This is so weird Lori!”
“I know, you said,” said Lauren, stroking him. “But it’s nice too, isn’t it?”
“Oh yeah,” he gasped. “Your skin is so soft.” She looked at him, unsure if that’s really what he had intended to say.
“Jules,” she said, kissing him and gripping the top of his cock in her fist again, “I really want to make love.” The feeling of his warm stiff cock in the cold spray made her knees tremble and the thought of it slowly entering her was now a little more pleasant with the knowledge that Emma would be there. If she had her way then Emma would stay until he came inside her, but she would have to wait and see.
Their time in the shower followed the pattern of the previous day, including the final destination where Lauren guided Jules’ soapy fingers over her pussy while she kissed him in thanks. They rinsed, dried and giggled before walking hand in hand into the kitchen, dressed just in their towels.
“You didn’t eat much of your lunch, you two,” said Emma. Lauren looked at Jules, knowing that they would both rather forego food for the bedroom. “Come on, at least eat a sandwich.” They took half a sandwich each and munched on it, standing by the kitchen window as Emma sat at the table. Lauren knew she was inspecting Jules, taking in his muscles, his wide chest and powerful legs. His cock was hidden and Lauren glanced down quickly to determine whether it was still poking out above the horizontal. It wasn’t and the thought of bringing it back to full hardness excited her. She swallowed hard, the bread slowly travelling down towards her stomach even though her throat protested against the size of the final mouthful.
“OK, good, off you go and I’ll be there in a minute,” said Emma as she put the kettle back on the gas cooker.
Lauren lay on Emma’s side of the bed and patted the area next to her for Jules to join her. She tugged her towel underneath her to make it a little more comfortable and Jules smiled at her as he lay down against the pillows. He kissed her almost immediately, passionate, hungry for her lips. His hand brushed over her stomach and up to her breasts, feeling the skin above the towel before venturing higher to her neck. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and pushed her fingers into his damp hair.
Lauren heard the kettle boil and the sound of water being poured. His hair was thick, manly but his lips were as soft and warm as his tongue. She pushed him away from her lips to her ear so that he nuzzled against it with her guidance. She groaned at the feeling and he giggled as his nose poked against her inner ear before taking her ear lobe between his lips. She sighed, thinking this was someone who had kissed before, maybe someone who just hadn’t gone all the way with a girl. Her head rolled back against the pillow and he pounced on her throat, licking up from her breast bone to her lips before kissing her fully once again. The metallic click of the lock on the fridge came from the kitchen, followed by a clink of milk bottles.
He touched her side through the thick beach towel and caressed her buttocks before finding the pure, open expanse of her thighs. His palm touched the back of her shins, then up to her knees before the light touch of his fingers took over and teased her inner thighs beneath the towel. She opened her eyes and looked at the blissful expression on his face before turning away to find Emma standing there, watching.
“You two look so lovely together,” she said quietly. Jules pulled his hand away and Emma put her tea down beside the bed. “No, don’t stop.”
Lauren kissed him, encouraging him to continue and after a glance over at Emma his hand found her soft thigh once more. She touched his face, feeling a slight roughness around his jaw and wondered if he shaved already. The very thought of this excited her and she trembled slightly as his fingers gained another couple of inches up towards her pussy. She felt the bed sink next to her and pulled Jules a little closer as though protecting him from Emma’s hands.
“Jules, unwrap her!” said Emma.
“Hmm?”
“Her towel, take it off.”
Jules tugged at the knot by Lauren’s side and the towel slipped open, exposing just her side. He pushed the towel over her breasts and all three people in the room smiled at the sight of those perfect mounds and the hardened nipples. Without prompting, his lips sank onto her left breast and tugged at the nipple. Lauren arched her back and groaned at the intensity of the feeling, made all the more thrilling with the knowledge that Emma was watching.
“Help him out of his towel Lori.”
Lauren couldn’t see any knot in Jules’ towel so just tugged from the bottom and pulled upwards, causing his limbs to move in different directions as he tried to assist her by raising his buttocks. They laughed at the tangled towel but after a final struggle he was free of it and his cock sprang into the open, rigid, throbbing and immediately menacing.
“Oh jeez,” said Lauren, now able to compare what she had seen of Steven with what was now in front of her.
Emma shook her head as she stared at the boy. “OK, remember what I said. We just need to make sure that neither of you gets hurt, OK?” Lauren nodded and Jules followed along. “Good, is she wet Jules?”
Julian looked at Emma as though she might utter further words, but with nothing added he looked at Lauren face, then her chest and arms, clearly confused by the question. Emma smiled and shifted to sit beside Lauren’s hips.
“Let’s find out,” she said, touching Lauren’s thigh and guiding her legs open a little. “Remember, your cock is going to go in here,” she said, running her fingers over Lauren’s vagina. Jules gawped at her, then at Lauren but calmed when neither of the ladies seemed to consider it unusual. Emma reached out towards his cock and looked at him smiling. “May I?” Jules looked at Lauren questioningly as though she was the rightful owner and as Lauren smiled and nodded gently that she agreed. Emma tried to measure the width of his cock with her thumb and forefinger.
“So, you’re at least this big, my fingers won’t join up, but this has to fit inside her. Open wider Lori.” This time it was Lauren’s turn to question the request. It seemed to expose her totally, and while both Emma and Jules had felt her pussy before, Jules had not seen it in so much detail and this clinical introduction felt strange. She gazed down at her tuft of pubic hair and faltered but then one look again at the boy’s raging cock changed her mind and her legs flopped open. “Good girl Lori,” said Emma, gently stroking her inner thigh.
“Oh,” said Jules, gazing at Lauren’s aroused sex.
“Shift round a bit Jules, here, between her legs. Now, see here?” said Emma, touching Lauren’s lips. Lauren gasped at the feeling as the finger trailed up towards her clit, stopping just short. “See her clit here, and below, this is her vagina.”
Jules nodded, his eyes darting between Lauren’s anxious face and the first pussy he had ever seen. Lauren reached out and slipped her hand into his, more for his comfort than hers.
“When I lick her here it’s just like this,” said Emma, lightly touching the end of his cock. “See, not need to be rough with it, just gentle touches feel great.” He laughed as his cock bobbed up and down from her touch and glanced at Lauren who watched fascinated as it pointed towards the ceiling.
“We did that yes
terday,” said Lauren, giggling.
“You licked it?” asked Emma. Lauren nodded, looking in delight at Jules.
“Great!” said Emma, “So you know how it feels, right?”
She lay down between Lauren’s legs and rested her head on her thigh. “We need to make sure she is very wet and ready for you. Watch me and see how you can lick her pussy,” she said, extending her tongue. Lauren gasped even before the tongue touched her at the sheer thrill of Emma instructing Jules. She closed her eyes and cried out and squeezed Jules’ hand as the tip of her tongue lapped along her outer lip.
“Oh god Em, so good!” she cried out, breathing hard. Emma lapped along the other lip, using her fingers to part her pussy and expose the slick inner folds. Lauren gasped again, knowing that Jules could see everything that Emma was doing. She shook silently on the bed, twitching as Emma explored her pussy, pushing her stiffened tongue inside her and teasing out the thick juices which were started to flow naturally.
“Jules, lie down here and carry on,” said Emma, guiding him by the arm. He let go of Lauren’s hand and with some trepidation positioned himself just as Emma had been with his head on Lauren’s upper thigh and his tongue within licking distance of her pussy. He looked up at Lauren and she laughed at the sight of him between her legs, knowing her boy was about to get instruction on how to pleasure her. “Open wide again Lori,” said Emma, touching her thighs. “Good, now lick up from here to here, slowly and gently,” said Emma, touching Lauren’s smooth lips. His tongue dabbed at her pussy, then he gained confidence, licking around her opening in slow, gentle strokes of his flattened tongue.
Lauren’s arousal kicked off again from the point where Emma’s had left her dangling. Her boy performed perfectly as he took his time, sensing from her shudders and gasps when he was doing what she needed. Without prompting he used his fingers to part her pussy lips and ventured into her vagina.
“Oh god Jules, so good!” gasped Lauren, gripping the sheets in her fists.
His tongue was strong, probing deep inside her as his nose rubbed over her clit. Emma watched him as he lapped at Lauren’s sex, her mouth open and her tongue flicking occasionally in sympathy with his. Lauren gasped again, her breathing irregular as her hips bucked gently into Jules’ face. Emma sighed and trailed her fingers through Lauren’s short bush, up past her navel and around the firmness of her breasts. Jules had obviously noticed as he faltered in his attention, swallowed loudly then looked back down between Lauren’s outstretched legs. Emma knelt beside Lauren and held her hand again until Lauren grabbed her leg, squeezing it as Jules licked slowly down from her clit to just above her anus.
“Yes!” she cried, holding his head with her other hand, pushing him down. Without thinking she brought her legs back, opening herself.
“Oh Lori!” said Emma, watching the boy’s tongue. Lauren slipped her hand between Emma’s legs, her actions driven by animal desire as caution was thrown aside. She felt the wetness of her swimsuit and made no effort to hide her pleasure when her fingers came away sticky or when they entered her mouth. She shuddered again as her tongue cleaned the fingers and shook with utter pleasure as Jules licked down from her vagina to within a fraction of an inch of her asshole. She cried out as his tongue poked back into her vagina and she pushed his head down, prepared to smack him if he didn’t get the message.
“She loves that Jules. Lower!” said Emma, taking hold of Lauren’s fingers and sucking on them. Jules clearly knew what was expected and had no reservations about teasing her asshole. Lauren screamed with delight as his tongue poked at her tight little ring, happy beyond belief that she had found a boy who had no qualms about licking her there, on demand, when in the company of another woman and after only two days of intimacy. He pulled her open a little with his fingers and dabbed again as Lauren again shrieked out.
“Jules!” was all she could cry as he lapped from her asshole up to her clit and down again. Her nerves were mangled together, the feeling of his tongue seeming to come from everywhere at the same time, dangling in her head as orgasm approached. Three days of pent-up lust and need were bubbling inside her and her two lovers were attending to her as she lay squirming and shaking between them.
“Come Lori, just let go!” whispered Emma into her ear. Lauren reached out between her legs again and cupped the woman’s pussy. Jules flicked at her clit twice then she knew she was going to orgasm. With one hand on Emma she grabbed his head again and held him tight against her pussy, allowing him just one final excursion to her asshole as he pulled her wide open and pushed inside. She arched her back to scream but her breath froze in her lungs and she came with agonizing pleasure, shaking and gushing into his face as wave after wave of pure orgasm smashed through her body, obliterating everything in her mind except the feeling that she had reached a place where return might be impossible. She gasped once and froze again, feeling his tongue lapping at her juices and spreading them over her anus. He was disgusting, loving, bad and so in tune with her all at the same time that she wanted to cry with the sensations that he had teased out of her. She felt Emma kiss her lips which triggered another wave of pleasure, chasing the first that had hardly subsided. She thought she must be crying, making an exhibition of herself but she didn’t care. She sank back onto the bed and tried to breathe, her heart thumping in her ears as Jules’ warm breath wafted gently around her pussy.
She opened her eyes and felt as though she was sinking back into reality, joining Emma and Jules once again on the bed. She smiled up at Emma who was watching her with a look of motherly love on her face, and then down at Jules. She guided his head from between her legs and pulled him feebly with both hands up so he could lie on top of her. They kissed tenderly as she smoothed his hair and held him close. His cock was hard, pressing arrogantly against her pubic hair and she sighed as he used his thumb to brush away a tear from her cheek.
Lauren looked into his eyes and knew she would take him inside her even if it was agony. “Make love to me,” she whispered, running her hand down over his back. She slowly opened her legs and let him slide down between them, his weight pushing her wider as his cock trailed heavily over her clit. Emma nodded to him but said nothing before he looked back up at Lauren for any final silent communication. She smiled briefly then bit her lip as she felt his cock lodge against her opening. Emma leaned down, pulled his cock up a little and dribbled saliva over the end then wiped it around with her fingers before repositioning him at Lauren’s entrance. She wiped his cock up and down, collecting the thick juice which seeped from Lauren over the fat, dark bulb which was about to pierce her. Emma let go and nodded slightly. He tested the resistance with a slight push and watched, fascinated as he parted her inner lips. Lauren groaned with the feeling of fullness, intrusion as her body gave him tacit permission to invade her. He felt big but she had confidence that she could at least take his width if not the whole of his length.
Emma sat back and let him take control. He leaned forward, his hands by Lauren’s waist and watched as his cock sank in a little further. She gasped and grabbed his arms, suddenly petrified of what he might do to her as his cock split her even further open. She felt the stinging sensation from between her legs, like a paper cut, miserable and painful despite the tiny evidence that it left. He glanced at Emma who seemed to feel Lauren’s pain, worry on her face as he pulled out almost all the way. All three seemed to relax in unison as Lauren breathed out loudly and looked up at the ceiling. She had felt calm with his first thrust, thinking that it was all the way in, then the second had opened her painfully, and she had no way of knowing if even that was everything. The stinging remained, and now an ache of stretched tissue dulled the thrill of feeling him inside her. She knew at some point she would have to give up, send him home, apologise for the limitations of her body. Her heart told her to take him while her mind cautioned. She lay back and thought of the yesterday’s sun, his cock in her mouth, the beach and England.
Jules watched her closely as he once again
positioned himself at the entrance to her vagina and as both Lauren and Emma held their breath he very carefully pushed inside her. Before Lauren could draw blood with her nails in his arms he pulled out, then pushed again, and pulled out, establishing a gentle, predictable rhythm that Lauren could react and adjust to, regulating her breathing and movements, her grip and muscles in time with him. He would push in to her to the same depth, wait five seconds for her to adjust to it, pull out slowly and wait another five seconds with just the tip inside her then push in again to exactly the same depth. The stinging was still there but the ache seemed to have dissipated somehow, along with the fear of being injured. Lauren opened her eyes and saw him staring at her, his gaze fixed on her face, measuring her response. She relaxed her grip on his arms and breathed out, proud of herself and what she thought was actually courage to have continued when the next step up from the pain she had felt would certainly have been utter agony. She smiled weakly at him as a tiny wave of pleasure rippled through her as he pushed in, same depth, same speed, same concern on his face. She trusted him, smiled and nodded, wondering though how he could be so understanding and controlled if this really was his first time. She concluded that he had not quite told the whole truth, just as she hadn’t.
Emma seemed to sense Lauren’s calmer demeanor and lay down beside her, hand at the ready if needed. With her head on the pillow she had a good view of Lauren’s facial expressions, her lovely breasts and Jules’ cock each time it pulled out. Jules paused and Lauren understood the meaning. She nodded and breathed in as he pushed inside her, sinking an additional inch into her as she cried out and gripped his arms once again. It stung again, still felt like she was being torn but the dull ache that she had felt before didn’t return. She breathed out, ragged, halting as he pulled out and waited only a couple of seconds before pushing back in to the same new depth. She was learning with each new depth and knew that the pain, which was a mixture of stinging and fear of the unknown, would last only a minute at the most, after which it would dissolve into a new type of warmth and fullness which she had yet to full analyze. She was so glad she was underneath him. If she had been on top like she had been with Steven she would have given up long ago.
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