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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp Book 2: Gina
Part: Chapter 23
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Comingofage story about a teenager whose family spends
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: mf, mff, ff, teen, oral, voy, exhib, caution
Revision: 1.01
Web Site: ~scipio/
Site: Authors/scipio/SummerCamp2
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STANDARD DISCLAIMER

This piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. It
contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you
are offended by sexually explicit content or language, please DO
NOT read any further.

All characters in this story are fictitious; any similarity to
any persons, places, individuals or situations is purely
coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse
any of the activities described in this story.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without
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Summer Camp Book 2: Gina
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER TWENTYTHREE

The hike to the quarry was mostly uneventful. The ground was
still very wet, but the weather was gorgeous. Through breaks in
the trees, we caught glimpses of the cloudless, cerulean sky. A
light breeze rustled the tops of the trees and the temperature
was actually cool and comfortable.

Manfred took the lead, followed by Jenny, Gina, and then Kendall.
I brought up the rear. While we hiked, I let my mind wander. I
could tell that Gina and Kendall were just as excited as I was,
but the nervousness of the day before had returned, if somewhat
abated.

I began to think about what sex with Kendall would be like.
Though bigger than Gina overall, she was actually smaller in some
ways. I thought her hips were narrower, but that could've been
because her breasts were bigger. In addition, her pussy was
smaller. I don't quite know how to explain it, but her labia were
thin and narrow, where Gina's were fuller, plumper. And each time
I'd slipped my finger inside Kendall, she'd been very tight. I
was sure I'd be able to get my dick inside herafter all babies
came out of the same place and I wasn't anywhere near as big
as thatbut I knew it might be a challenge.

Babies? Oh, no! Was Kendall on the pill? I froze in my tracks. I
wanted to smack myself in the forehead. I hadn't even asked!

Note to self: Heed your own advice, and pay attention to the
women in your life.

I certainly didn't have any rubbers, and if Kendall weren't on
the pill, then I had a real dilemma. I definitely didn't want a
repeat of the pregnancy scare, and judging by Kendall's comments
about her mother, I didn't think she'd let her daughter start
taking birth control pills. Could she have gotten them without
her mother knowing? I didn't know, and I once again castigated
myself for not asking. If only I'd known, I could've figured out
a way to get some rubbers, just in case.

When I finally looked up, the rest of the group was about a
hundred feet ahead of me. Kendall had just noticed that I wasn't
behind her, and had stopped to look back at me.

"Sorry!" I shouted. "I was just retying my shoe." I quickly
jogged to catch up, the heavy pack bouncing against my back.

The rest of the hike, I worried about what I'd do if Kendall
weren't on the pill. Would I still have sex with her? If I did,
would I be able to pull out in time? The one time I had come
inside Amy, I had also thought I'd be able to pull out in time.
Of course, I'd been wrong. Would I be able to pull out of
Kendall? I simply didn't know. I hoped so, but I had my niggling
doubts. Was it worth having sex with her if she weren't on the
pill? Yes, my dick shouted. No, my brain screamed. Unfortunately,
watching her shapely ass ahead of me, my dick seemed to be the
loudest.

By the time we reached the stream leading away from the quarry, I
had nearly worked myself into a frantic funk. I wanted to have
sex with Kendall, but I didn't want to take the chance of getting
her pregnant. As long as I didn't come inside her, I thought I'd
be safe. But I fervently hoped she was on the pill. And I do mean
fervently.



The quarry lake was much higher than normal, due to all the rain.
The waterfall was practically shooting over the edge of the
cliff. Normally, we'd immediately take a swim and cool off, but
the day was so temperate that none of us really felt the need.
While the girls stored our lunch in the shade of the flattop
rock, Manfred and I laid out our towels.

Then, we all sat down to take off our shoes and socks. Manfred
and Jenny placed theirs next to each other. When Gina saw this,
she grinned at me, took my shoes, then placed them together, a
little apart from the others. Kendall watched all this with
characteristic silence. When she set her shoes down, they were
separate from the rest. Gina rolled her eyes theatrically. Then
she picked up Kendall's shoes and set them next to mine. The way
she had them situated, my shoes were in between the girls'.
Kendall smiled shyly and thanked Gina with her eyes.

"Who wants to go for a swim?" Manfred asked.

"Y'all go ahead," I said. "I think I'm just gonna soak up some
sun for a while."

"C'mon, Paul," Manfred said. "Come with us. Dude, you know
you wanna."

I shook my head. "You all go on."

"You know you wanna go for a swim," he said with a grin. "I can
see it."

I don't know what possessed Manfred, but he actually tried to
drag me to the edge of the rock and shove me into the water. I
could tell he was playing, but I decided to hold my ground.
Despite the fact that he was a lot taller than me and had longer
arms, I easily stood firm. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the
girls watching us and trying not to giggle. When I wouldn't
budge, Manfred took it as a further challenge and really
strained. Unfortunately for him, I was stronger than he was.
Worse, I had a lower center of gravity and a lot more
experience with grappling.

"You shouldn't've started this, Stick," I said, easily standing
immobile.

"You're goin' in the water, Little Man." He grunted and tried to
shove me toward the edge.

"No way."

"Stump," he said with a grin.

"Freak of nature."

"Freak of nature?! You're the freak of nature." He redoubled
his efforts to overpower me. "Jesus, you're a lot stronger than
you used to be," he said through clenched teeth.

"Yep." Then I saw my opening and seized it. Since he was taller
than me, I could easily slip my arm around his back and get my
shoulder under his. When I did, I took one step, planted my right
foot, shot my hip into his, then pivoted my torso. It's a
wrestling move called a hip toss, and it worked perfectly on him.
With my arm around Manfred's back, and using my hip for leverage,
I easily threw him over the edge of the boulder. He flew through
the air, flailing and wordlessly crying out in frustration mixed
with surprised amusement.

When he sputtered to the surface, I looked down at him. "Are you
o?"

Several feminine hands slammed into my back and propelled me off
the rock. I hurtled toward the water, trying to turn my ungainly
fall into a dive. Unfortunately, I had too much momentum. I think
my "dive" would charitably be called a graceless headfirst
sprawl. I shot to the surface to find all three girls laughing
and pointing at us.

"Men," Gina said, trying to put a note of disgust in her voice.

Jenny turned to her and they grinned. "You can't live with 'em...,"
Jenny said.

"And you can't live without 'em," Kendall finished.

Manfred and I could only look at each other and laugh. Then we
watched as the girls dived in, one after the other. After that,
we swam around for a while, just goofing off and enjoying the
cool weather. The lake was full of debris from the storm, but we
avoided most of it (including two fairly large tree trunks).

I really hadn't been in the mood to swim, however, so I headed
back to the big rock after only fifteen minutes. Manfred wanted
to swim out to the falls, and Gina and Kendall decided to go with
him. Oddly enough, Jenny told Manfred she was a little cold and
was going back to the rock with me.

Once we got there, I waited for Jenny to climb onto the low rocks
and then hauled myself up. She squeezed the water out of her
long, dark hair and smiled at me. Always the opportunist, I
enjoyed the chance to check out her high, firm breasts and stiff
nipples when she wasn't looking. Then we climbed onto the top of
the boulder and sat down. I hadn't spent much time alone with
Jenny, so we were both a little nervous. Finally, she looked up
at me and smiled.

"Thanks for talking to Manfred," she said.

"What do you mean?" I asked, playing dumb. I wasn't about to give
away Manfred's source of insight.

She made a moue. "You know what I mean. I know it was you.
Manny's a sweet guy, but he doesn't pay attention to girls, not
like you do."

I kept my expression guarded.

"It's cool," she said. "I won't tell him we talked. I just wanted
to say thanks."

"You're welcome, I guess."

She smiled warmly. "And... um... thanks for giving him a few pointers
about," she vaguely waved her hand at her pussy, "you know."

I felt my cheeks heating. "Uh..."

Then her attitude changed subtly. "I'm sure he's not as good in
that department as you are," she said, "but at least he tries."

"Um... That's good. I guess."

She nodded. We sat in silence for a few moments and then she
looked at me questioningly. "How come you never came on to me?"
she asked.

"Huh?"

"You know," she prodded.

I nodded, suddenly anxious. The truth was that I thought she was
pretty, but I wasn't attracted to her. Unfortunately, I couldn't
tell her that, so I temporized. "Well, you didn't seem to be
interested."

"That was when my family first started coming to camp," she said.
"I thought you were just some fifteenyearold."

"Ah."

"And," she said, blushing, "I thought you were too short."

I chuckled. "Yeah."

"But once I got to know you..."

I shrugged. "I dunno. I guess by then, you were already with
Manfred."

It was her turn to shrug. "Manfred's nice and all, but I'll bet
he doesn't know all the things you do. You know, things you do
to make a girl feel good."

I felt my face heat as I found myself at a loss for words.

"So, how come you never came on to me?" she asked again.

"Well, I'm with Gina now."

"But if you weren't?"

Tell her no! Tell her the truth! Just tell her thanks, but no
thanks. "Yeah," I lied with a noncommittal shrug. "Maybe." Her
answering smile worried me. Thank God she's leaving tomorrow, I
thought.

Before either of us could say anything else, Manfred climbed onto
the boulder. Jenny smiled up at him as if she and I hadn't had
the previous conversation.

"Do you want me to put sun block on you, Manny?" she asked.

He picked up his towel, dried his face, then nodded.

Jenny smiled at me as she stood up.

Why couldn't I have just told her the truth?

Fortunately, Gina and Kendall joined us a few minutes later.

"Hey, dude," Manfred said to me. "Let's blow up the rafts."

I welcomed the distraction and quickly agreed.

"Did you all wanna go up to the top of the falls?" Gina asked as
Manfred and I rummaged in our packs.

"I kinda wanted to stay down here," Jenny said.

Manfred merely nodded.

"Okay," Gina said. "Kendall and I are gonna grab our towels and
head up. Is there anything you want us to take with us, Paul?"

I took my lips off the raft's nozzle and pinched it shut.
"Anything else you want up there," I said with a shrug. "I'll
finish blowing this thing up and then I'll join you."

She nodded and began stuffing things into my empty backpack. When
she had it loaded, she picked it up, kissed me on the cheek, and
turned to Kendall. They hopped from rock to rock until they
reached the edge of the quarry and then walked toward the falls.
I don't know why I didn't go with them. I guess I figured that
since I'd started blowing up the raft, I'd better finish it
before I walked up.

Much to my consternation, Jenny gave me an odd look. It wasn't
smoldering so much as challenging. Then she moved to sit next to
Manfred, to the side and a little behind him. Since he couldn't
really see her, except out of the corner of his eye, he didn't
notice that she'd spread her legs. I had a perfect view of her
pussy, of course, which was her intention. As she sweetly talked
to him, she spread her legs a little further, her lightlyfurred
slit winking into view.

I filled my lungs with air and redoubled my efforts to inflate
the raft. While Jenny had an innocuous conversation with Manfred
she did most of the talking, he merely nodded or shook his head
she kept her legs spread. A couple of times, she looked at me
and smiled. When she did, I would simply smile in return and take
another deep breath.

I finished inflating my raft long before Manfred did. And then I
wondered at the stupidity of what I'd just done. Why had I even
bothered to inflate it down here? If I'd been thinking straight,
I would've just folded it up, taken it to the top of the falls,
and inflated it there.

"I've about got this thing blown up," I said to Manfred.

He merely nodded, his lips still attached to his raft's inflator
nozzle.

"So I'm gonna head on up to the falls. You two have fun."

He nodded again and waved with his free hand.

"Seeya, Jenny," I said, trying to be courteous.

She smiled politely, but didn't do anything else, much to my
relief. But as I stood, she snaked her hand into Manfred's lap.
Judging by his strangled cry, she had obviously grabbed his dick.
As I turned to walk toward the rim wall, she was already lowering
her head to his lap.

It was then that I discovered the second major problem with
inflating the raft on the boulderI had to carry it all the way
up to the falls. It wasn't heavy, but it was awkward. I couldn't
tuck it under my arm, nor could I hold it with one hand. The only
way I could carry it was on top of my head, supported by my
hands. The walk to the top of the falls would only take about ten
minutes, but I didn't look forward to keeping my arms in the air
the whole time.

As I walked around the rim wall, I looked back at Manfred and
Jenny. Manfred had pushed aside the halfinflated raft. He had
his hand on the back of Jenny's head as she bobbed up and down in
his lap. She certainly liked to show off, I thought. I didn't
mind, but it had been a little uncomfortable when she was
obviously flirting with me.

After all, Manfred was my friend, and I wasn't going to do
anything with Jenny. I wouldn't mind having sex with her, if the
situation were different, but friends are friends. I wasn't about
to spoil my friendship with Manfred over Jenny, especially when
I had two beautiful girls waiting for me at the top of the falls.
I simply shook my head at Jenny's antics and kept walking.

In the meantime, I thought about my dilemma. What if Kendall
weren't on the pill? What would I do? I wanted to have sex with
her. Correction, I really, really wanted to have sex with her.
And more importantly, I wanted to come inside her. I don't know
why, but I guess I figured it would be the consummation of our
relationship. Unfortunately, I kept coming back to my own words
to Gina, "it's not just about the orgasm."

If I cared about Kendall, if I truly loved her, coming inside her
shouldn't strengthen our relationship at all. In a perfect world,
that might be the case, but I reluctantly decided that I lived in
the real world. I want to come inside her, I childishly ranted
silently.

I felt like sulking. My sustaining hope was that she was somehow
on the pill. Unfortunately, I didn't think she was. What would I
do? Would I be able to have sex with her and not come? Did I
really want to? Could I simply have sex with her and then come on
her stomach, or in her mouth? Probably, I thought gloomily.
But I don't want to. I felt like stomping my foot.

When I reached the top of the falls, all my troubled thoughts
seemed to evaporate. Gina and Kendall were sitting close, hugging
each other, and I could tell they were both crying.

Uhoh, I thought. Not a good sign.

I dropped the raft and ran over to them, somehow thinking I could
use my physical presence alone to ward off whatever had upset
them. When they heard me come up, they separated and looked up.

"Hi," Gina said tearfully, wiping her cheeks. She smiled and then
sniffled.

"What's the matter?" I asked, a little too peremptorily.

"It's okay, Paul," she said gently.

Kendall looked up and nodded, smiling wanly as she did.

"Are you two all right?"

"We're fine. We were just having a little girl talk."

"About what?" I asked, curious as to what had gotten them so
worked up. I looked around, clenching my fists in frustration,
and wondered what I could do. I probably looked like a
Neanderthal, protecting his women from predators. That may sound
like a striking image, but it felt ridiculous.

"Girl talk," she said patiently. She lifted her hand and I
automatically took it to help her to her feet. When she was
standing, she stepped close and put her arms around my waist.
"It's okay. We're okay. We just had some... things to talk about,
that's all."

I put my arms around her and looked down at her. "Are you sure?"

She nodded and then laid her head on my chest, hugging me tight.
When she pulled back, she looked up at me, her eyes glittering.
"I love you so much."

"I love you too," I said distractedly. "You're sure you're okay?"

She nodded. "We're fine, Paul. Will you relax? You can't solve
every problem with muscles."

I looked at her, chagrinned. "Okay. But you still haven't told me
why you two are crying."

She pulled back and wiped her cheeks again, smiling up at me.
"They're good tears, Paul, happy tears. Don't worry."

Kendall nodded.

"Kendall and I simply had a good hearttoheart talk," Gina said.

"About what?" I asked, a little suspiciously.

"About a lot of things."

"Like what?"

She sighed in exasperation. "About you, silly. About the three
of us. About today. Now will you leave it alone?"

"Oh." I blinked in comprehension. "Yeah. Sorry."

She stood on tiptoe and kissed my cheek. "Sometimes, you worry
too much. Everything's fine." Then she pulled back. "Just a
minute. Let me get my towel."

I nodded as she slipped from my arms. Get her towel? What for?

She picked it up and then folded it over her arm. "There," she
said brightly.

Kendall stood up and looked at us nervously.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Walk with me for a minute," Gina said, thrusting her arm through
mine.

Despite my growing confusion, I turned and walked with her, away
from Kendall. When we'd gone about fifty feet, I stopped and
turned to her. "Now will you tell me what's going on?" I asked.

"Kendall and I wanted to talk." She stroked my arm and looked up
at me. "Well, really, she wanted to talk. That's why we came up
here without you," she said. "I was wondering why you were
inflating the raft down there, but in a way, I was glad. It gave
Kendall and me some time alone."

I nodded. "And?"

"She was really upset. And anxious."

"About what?" I asked, my voice hard.

"About a lot of things," she said in irritation. "Will you get it
through your thick head that I'm not gonna tell you everything we
talked about?" When I started to bristle at her harsh words, she
quickly grew contrite. "I'm sorry," she said. "I shouldn't've
said that."

I tried to laugh it off. "True, your mom wouldn't be proud."

She shrugged. "Well, I'm sorry. But I'm also serious. Some of
what we talked about is just between the two of us. Kendall... um...
she asked me not to tell you." She looked up at me earnestly.
"Okay?"

"Let me ask one question."

She nodded.

"Is Kendall okay with this? With today?"

To my surprise, she considered the question for a moment.
Finally, she nodded. "Yes. She is. She really does love you, and
she's excited. But she's also nervous. Okay? Is that enough of an
answer?"

I nodded.

"If she wants to tell you more, she will," she said cryptically.
"You can ask her, I guess."

"Okay," I said slowly.

A shadow crossed her expression and she sighed. "She was also
worried about me."

"You?"

"Yeah. Well, not really worried about me, but worried about how
I'd react." She looked down and shrugged sadly. "She was worried
that I'd get angry if she didn't want to have sex with me."

When she looked up, there were fresh tears in her eyes. I pulled
her close, to comfort her. It was the only thing I could think to
do.

"She was worried that I wouldn't let you be with her if she
didn't have sex with me. That's one of the reasons she was so
nervous yesterday. I mean, I can understand why she was nervous
about it being her fir" She looked up at me and sniffled. "Um...
never mind," she said quickly. "Anyway, she was so worried about
me and how I'd react."

Her fir? Her first? Her first what? I nodded distractedly. It
sounded like something Kendall would think of, but I was stuck on
what Gina had almost said.

Then Gina looked down again. In a very small voice, she said,
"She would've gone through with it, though. She would've had sex
with me if it's the only way she could be with you." When she
looked up, two large tears rolled down her cheeks. "I'd never
force her, you've got to believe me," she said plaintively. "I'd
never use you like that, use you as leverage against someone
else." She sniffled miserably and looked down. "Especially not
Kendall."

Suddenly, all thoughts of halffinished sentences vanished. I
looked down at Gina in concern. "I know you wouldn't, honey," I
said earnestly.

"You've got to believe that I wouldn't!"

"I believe you. I know you better than that. And so does
Kendall," I said soothingly. "She was just scared. And... well...
sometimes, when Kendall gets emotional, she doesn't think as
clearly as she usually does."

"She doesn't?"

I shook my head. "Usually, she's really good at figuring people
out, but sometimes, especially where she's concerned, she's got
this blind spot. So I'm sure she didn't mean to hurt your
feelings."

She sniffled. "I know she didn't." Then she looked at me, her
eyes pleading for understanding. "Paul, you should've seen her.
She was so scared of how I'd react. I just can't believe it. And
she would've gone through with ithad sex with me even though
she doesn't like girlsif she thought that's the only way she
could have you."

The selfaccusing tone in Gina's voice nearly ripped my heart
out. "It's okay," I said softly. "She didn't go through with it,
though, did she?"

It was a rhetorical question, but she shook her head sullenly.

"She talked to you first. Right?"

A nod.

"That means she respects you. I'm sure it took a lot of courage
for her to talk to you about it."

"Yeah. So?"

"If she didn't care about you, she would've just kept her mouth
shut. Has Kara ever told you what the opposite of love is?"

"Indifference."

"Mmm hmm. And if Kendall didn't care about you, she wouldn't've
even gotten upset about it. She certainly wouldn't've talked to
you about it."

"Do you really think so?" she asked, looking up hopefully.

I nodded with all the sincerity I could muster. "Yes. I think she
was more worried about losing you as a friend."

She shook her head and laughed morosely. "No. She was worried
about not being with you."

"Okay, she was worried about both," I said firmly.

She could tell by my tone that I'd brook no objection, so she
nodded. "I can't believe she was worried that I'd be angry."

"Gina," I said and then waited for her to look up. "She knows
about... um... your 'weeklong lapse of sanity.' I'm sure she was
scared that you wouldn't talk to her. And I know that would hurt
her. Very badly."

"I'd never do that," she said. "Well, not again."

I nodded. I certainly hope not, I thought with a trace of
resentment. "I know you wouldn't," I said gently. "Now, let's go
back over there. We can put the raft down, lay the blanket on top
of it, and relax."

She shook her head.

"Why not?"

"Well, that's part of what we were talking about." Her shoulders
heaved as she started crying again.

"What's the matter?"

"I'm so awful," she moaned.

"What makes you say that?" I asked, half in surprise and half in
fear.

"I didn't even think about what KKendall wanted." When she
looked up at me, she was biting the inside of her lip, tears
streaming down her face once again.

I pulled back a little, cupped her face in my hands, and wiped
her tears with my thumbs.

"Wwhen I got to be with you, our ffirst time," she said, trying
to smile, "we were alone."

I nodded, unsure of the direction the conversation was going.

"With you and KKendall, I wwanted to watch, like it was ssome
show you were putting on for my benefit. Like sshe was just some
girl I was going to wwatch you fuck," she said miserably.

"Did Kendall say that?" I asked sharply.

Gina shook her head. "No. She's too ppolite. But I know she w
wants to be alone with you." She took a deep, shuddering breath
and sniffled. "And I was only ththinking of what I wanted. S
so I told her I'd leave yyou two alone for the afternoon. I'm
just gonna go now," she said sullenly.

"Oh, no you don't," I said sternly. "You're not going anywhere."

"Yes I am. I'm ggoing to leave you two alone." She tried to pull
away from me, but I was much stronger than her.

Instead, I turned her around and almost marched her back to where
Kendall still stood, trepidation plainly graven upon her face.
She looked up at me and smiled thinly, her expression full of
empathy and concern for Gina.

"I'm so awful," Gina said suddenly, looking up at Kendall. "Will
you ever forgive me?"

At that point, Kendall's tears returned full force, and she
rushed toward Gina. They embraced tightly, each of them trying to
apologize and comfort the other. I hovered protectively in the
background as each girl professed to be the cause of the other's
suffering.

When their tearful and halfspoken conversation devolved into
each of them saying, "No, it's all my fault," I stepped
forward. "Girls," I said firmly, stepping close to them. "I'm
sure this is somehow my fault. Now, we're all sorry, and none
of us will ever do this again."

They looked at me blankly. Then Kendall broke the spell by
playfully pounding her fist into my chest. It didn't really hurt,
but it served to focus our attention.

"And don't you ever do it again," she said.

We all understood my ruse for what it wasa way for each of them
to admit responsibility and accept the other's forgivenessand
it worked like a charm. I spread my arms and wrapped them around
both girls. For several minutes, I simply hugged them as they
calmed down. Then I felt Gina look at Kendall.

"I'm so sorry," Gina said to the other girl.

"I'm sorry too," Kendall replied.

"And I'm sorry," I said.

They looked at me, puzzled.

I grinned as mischievously as I could. "It's a lot of work,
taking care of two beautiful girls," I said with mock
seriousness.

"Ha!" Gina snorted. "You're lucky you have us."

"Yes," I said with genuine feeling, "I am. I'd be very lucky to
have either of you. But I'm a million times luckier since I have
both of you."

Gina nodded.

"Well," Kendall said, tensing up a little, "you haven't exactly
had me yet."

When she looked at me and grinned, I realized that her tenseness
was mirth as much as nervousness.

Gina giggled and that set us all to laughing.

When we calmed down, I kissed Gina and then turned to Kendall.
Her kiss was full of warmth and promise, and devoid of anxiety.
"Now," I said, "why don't we take a quick dip in the pool, cool
off, and get cleaned up."

They shared an exhausted but happy smile and then nodded.



While Gina and Kendall were still in the pool, talking quietly
near the tree line where the stream emerged, I picked up storm
debris and generally got our spot ready. I also kept a close eye
on the girls. They were having a serious conversation, but I
relaxed when I realized that it was without the hysterics and
selfrecriminations from earlier.

Once I had all the fallen branches moved to the side, I laid the
inflated raft on the sandy soil and covered it with our blanket.
Then I rejoined the girls in the pool. To my pleasure, they both
smiled at me as I waded toward them.

"I thought I'd leave you two alone for a while," Gina said as I
approached.

I merely shook my head.

"You don't have to," Kendall said at the same time.

"I want to," Gina insisted. "I want you to have some time
alone." Then she turned to Kendall and looked at her intently.
"You know, so it'll be special," she said.

"Listen," I said reasonably, "why don't we all stay together for
a while. After everybody got upset earlier" both girls grinned
sheepishly, "I think we should probably just relax and enjoy
ourselves. We don't have a schedule."

"I do," Kendall said suddenly. When Gina and I looked at her,
she smiled. "You know: seven o'clock, take shower and shave legs;
seven fifteen, fix breakfast for friends; seven fortyfive, hike
to quarry; ten o'clock, arrive at quarry; ten fifteen, have sex
with boyfriend; ten thirty, have sex with boyfriend a second
time; ten fortyfive, have more sex with boy"

At that point, Gina and I both lost it and started laughing.

"I'm serious," I said when we calmed down. "We're not on a
schedule."

"She is," Gina said. Then she grabbed my wrist and looked at my
watch. "And you're fortyfive minutes behind schedule. It's
almost eleven." She looked at me and grinned. "You'd better get
hopping, big boy."

That started another round of laughter. When it died down, I
looked at them soberly. "Why don't we just hang out here for a
halfhour or so and then go down and have lunch. Then we can
decide what we want to do. Okay?"

"Okay," Gina said.

"I think I can revise my schedule," Kendall said, smiling at us.

We spent the next thirty minutes simply soaking in the cold
water, talking, and enjoying each other's company. While we did,
however, I teased the girls remorselessly. I was gently rubbing
their pussies, but neither of them realized that I was doing the
same thing to the other. I was having fun seeing how hard I could
make them work to maintain a serene expression and keep up their
end of the conversation. Finally, Gina dug her fingernails into
my arm and cried out softly.

"Is he playing with you too?" she asked Kendall.

Kendall closed her eyes, finally let her mounting desire show in
her expression, and nodded.

"If you don't stop," Gina said to me, "I'm gonna forget about
giving you two some privacy and just jump you right here, right
now."

I laughed softly and withdrew my finger from her pussy. I gave
Kendall's clit one last caress and then withdrew from her as
well.

"Hey," she cried plaintively. "I didn't say you had to stop."

"Let's see if Manfred and Jenny are still going at it, or they're
ready for lunch," I said with a low chuckle.

"Unnnh," Kendall whined.

"You sound just like Gina," I teased her. "Come on," I said to
them both. "Let's go have some lunch. And then afterward, we
can..." I shrugged and left the rest unspoken, but judging by the
looks on their faces, they knew what I was talking about.



After we ate, the three of us took our leave of Manfred and
Jenny. When we reached the top of the falls, Gina picked up her
towel, sunglasses, and book.

"Gina...," I said.

She shook her head firmly. "I want to, Paul. Besides, this is
between Kendall and me."

I looked to Kendall, but she only shrugged.

"Really," Gina said. "I'm fine with it. I want you two to have
some time alone. It's only fair."

I stepped toward her and pulled her into my arms.

She resisted for a moment but then acquiesced. "Paul, I've made
up my mind. Kendall and I have talked about this. Really." Her
eyes pleaded with me.

I nodded reluctantly.

"If you want to have a real relationship with both of us, it has
to be this way. Sometimes, at least. I... I was being selfish
before." She looked up suddenly. "I see that now, and I don't
like the fact that I was." Then she looked away and laughed
ruefully. "You told me it would be like this, but I guess I
didn't really understand."

I nodded again.

When she looked at me again, she was serious, determined. "You
and Kendall should have the same time alone that you and I had."

"It doesn't have to be today," Kendall said.

Gina pulled away from me. "No, it doesn't," she said, turning
toward the other girl. "But..." Then she actually blushed, her dark
complexion growing darker still. "Well, I want some time with him
too. And it wouldn't be fair for me to have sex with him if you
don't too."

"But we can do it some other time. I want to have sex with him,
but...," Kendall said.

"But without an audience," Gina finished. "At least the first
time."

Kendall nodded solemnly.

"And you should have that."

"But not if it means you go off somewhere by yourself," Kendall
said.

"We talked about this. Okay?"

Kendall nodded.

"I know I might not seem like it, but I'm happy for you. Really,
I am. I'm excited for you. And for Paul."

"And for yourself too," Kendall said.

It was Gina's turn to nod. "Yeah. It excites me to think about
you and Paul together." She grinned slyly. "I may be alone, but
that doesn't mean I won't be having fun," she said, wiggling her
fingers suggestively.

Kendall rolled her eyes in feigned shock. "You're so bad," she
said.

"You do it too," Gina said matteroffactly, but with a teasing
tone.

"Yeah, but I don't talk about it."

"Why not? With us, you can talk about anything." Then Gina got a
mischievous glint in her eye. "If he's lucky," she said, smiling
at me wryly, "then we might let Paul watch while we masturbate."

"Gina!"

"What?" For a moment, she looked the very picture of innocence.
Her facade quickly cracked and she grinned.

Kendall merely rolled her eyes.

"Masturbate," Gina said suddenly. When Kendall flinched, she said
it again. "Masturbate, masturbate, masturbate. I do it. You do
it. Paul does it. Hey! Maybe we can watch him masturbate while
he's watching us!"

"Gina!" Far from looking scandalized, Kendall actually looked
intrigued. When she noticed me grinning at her, she blushed
furiously.

"Yeah," Gina said, warming to the subject. "We could spread our
legs and play with ourselves while Paul strokes his thick, hard
dick." She licked her lips and leered playfully at the taller
girl.

"Gina, you're so naughty," Kendall said.

"Uhhuh! But if I don't get outta here now, I'm going to jump
someone's bones, and I don't care whose."

Kendall nodded, her expression a mixture of remorse and
excitement.

"Hey," Gina said softly, "I'm happy for you. For us."

"For us," Kendall echoed.

The girls looked at each other and something deep and unspoken
passed between them. Then they hugged each other tight, Kendall
bending down to accommodate the shorter girl.

"I'm so happy for you," Gina said softly. "I love you."

"I... I love you too," Kendall said.

"Like a sister, of course," Gina said tactfully.

Kendall merely nodded.

When they separated, Gina took Kendall's hand and led her to me.
Then she took my hand and put Kendall's in it.

"There," she said. "I'm going to go down to where the stream
comes out of the quarry lake. I can catch some sun and I don't
think Jenny and Manfred will be able to see me there. There's no
need for them to know what goes on between us."

Kendall and I nodded at the same time.

"One of you come get me in a couple of hours. Okay?"

"Thank you," whispered Kendall.

Gina smiled warmly, stood on tiptoe, and kissed my cheek. "You be
gentle with her, you hear?" she said with playful menace.

I switched Kendall's hand to my left and put my right arm around
Gina, pulling her close. I bent my head to kiss her and she
responded with an enthusiasm that surprised me.

"I mean it," she whispered when she pulled back. "Be gentle. Go
slow." Then she leaned in to hug Kendall again. "I'd better go."

"I'll walk with you," Kendall said suddenly.

Gina hesitated for a moment and then nodded. "Thanks. I... I
appreciate it."

Kendall smiled warmly. Then she looked at me for approval. When I
nodded, her smile returned and she kissed me on the cheek.

I watched the two of them walk away and shook my head in wonder.



While I was waiting for Kendall to return, I decided to take a
dip in the pool. The day's weather was still beautiful and
temperate, with a gentle, refreshing breeze, but I wanted to
relax in the cold water. It would give me time to think.

I lay on my back, safely grounded on the gently sloping sandy
bottom, near the tree line. I didn't really want to pay attention
to where I drifted in the pool, and I certainly didn't want to
accidentally go over the falls. They weren't dangerous, as long
as I was paying attention, but I didn't want to pay attention.
I wanted to think. So I submerged my entire body but kept my
shoulders resting on the bottom, with only my face sticking out
of the water. Because of the previous day's rain, the current was
faster, and the water rushing over my skin felt good.

Unfortunately, in all the furor earlier, I'd completely forgotten
to ask Kendall about birth control. I still didn't know what I
would do if she weren't on the pill. She obviously wanted to have
sex with me, which led me to believe that she was on the pill.
But that simply didn't synch with what I knew about her mother.

For a few agonizing moments, I relived the panic and fear of
Amy's pregnancy scare. In a weird way, it had been my pregnancy
scare as well. Sure, I wouldn't have had to carry the baby and
give birth (or deal with other, more unpleasant options), but I
would've married her. Luckily, it hadn't come to that, but it was
certainly an experience I didn't want to repeat. Ever. I wanted
children, but I wanted them when my wife and I were ready for
them.

By the time I felt Kendall step into the pool next to me, I had
mostly calmed down. I had also begun to reflect on the fact that
I wasn't nervous about having sex with Kendall. There was a time,
not so far in the past, when I would've been nervous having sex
with anyone, much less the goddess Kendall Payton. I silently
thanked Susan and my mom for all their guidance and assurance.
Whatever else happened between Susan and me, I owed her a debt of
gratitude that I'd never be able to repay.

While lying in the pool, all I could hear was the rush of the
water. When I sensed Kendall next to me, I lifted my head and
looked at her.

"matter?" she asked, concern coloring her tone. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"Why didn't you answer me?"

"I couldn't hear you," I said patiently. "Not with my ears in the
water."

"Oh. Oh, yeah." She shivered. "This water's cold," she said, even
though it was only up to her calves. "Why're you just lying here?
Aren't you cold?"

I sat up fully and shrugged. "You get used to it."

"Yeah, but I wouldn't lie here for fun."

"I was thinking," I said.

"About what?"

Before I told her, I asked, "You wanna join me here? Or d'you
want me to get out?"

"Can we get out?"

I nodded and began to stand up. When I emerged from the water, I
slicked back my hair and ran my hands down my torso. Kendall's
eyes flicked to my coldshrunken penis and scrotum. When she saw
me watching her, she blushed and smiled guiltily. Then I reached
for her hand and we walked out of the pool together. Once I dried
off, I laid my towel over one of the big boulders by the falls,
so it would dry.

"So, what were you thinking about?" Kendall asked, when we
settled onto the blanketcovered raft.

"You," I said simply.

She smiled and looked away shyly.

"And something we need to talk about," I said seriously.

When she heard my tone, she looked up quickly.

"It's nothing bad," I said. "It's just something we need to talk
about. And I'm kinda kicking myself because I didn't think of it
earlier. If I had, I might've done something about it."

"About what?"

"About... well..." I couldn't think of a way to sugarcoat the
question I needed to ask, so I just came right out with it. "Are
you on the pill?"

Her lips tightened and then she looked down as she shook her
head. "Does that mean you don't want to have sex with me?" she
asked in a small voice.

I reached for her hands and took them in my own. "No," I said
sincerely. "Wild horses couldn't pull me away from you." When she
grinned shyly, I continued. "But if you're not on the pill..."

"I've been thinking about how we can do it," she said
tentatively.

I nodded and waited for her to continue.

"If you pull out when you ejaculate... I mean, when you come, it
should be okay."

"That's what I thought that one time with Amy," I said. "I
thought I could pull out. I didn't."

"I know, and I've been thinking about that too."

"Oh?"

"We've got to be careful." Then she looked at me inquisitively.
"You can tell when you're about to come, right?"

I laughed goodnaturedly and nodded. "Oh yeah, I can tell."

She nodded. "Then as long as you don't ejaculate inside me..." She
paused for a second, took a deep breath, and then composed
herself. "As long as you don't ejaculate inside me, we should be
fine." Then she looked at me earnestly. "Gina couldn't believe
I'm not on the pill." She shrugged. "She doesn't know my mom."

"Mmm hmm."

She looked at me speculatively. "She said it feels really good
when you come inside her."

"It feels pretty good for me too," I said with a smile.

"I want you to come inside me, but you can't until we..."

"Until we what?" I asked.

"Until we get you some rubbers."

"That's what I was thinking. Unfortunately, I don't have any good
ideas about how to do that."

"I do," she said cryptically. "A couple of them, actually."

"Oh?"

"I'll tell you about them later," she said. "I've also got a plan
for you to come inside me without a rubber."

"Whoa, hold on. I dunno about"

She held up a placating hand. "I've got it counted out." Then she
grinned shyly. "I don't want to get pregnant either." She got a
mischievous twinkle in her eye as she smiled at me. "With all
those books I read, I know how my body works. How a woman's body
works, actually."

"And?"

"Well," she said, blushing, "my... cycle... should start the day we
leave. A couple of days before that, it'll be safe for you to
shoot inside me." Then she paused and wrung her hands together.

I got the feeling she was leaving something unsaid, but before I
could question her about it, she looked into my eyes and almost
pleaded with me to accept her answer. When I kept my mouth shut,
she smiled tightly.

"I... I did something special for you," she said, obviously
changing the subject.

"Oh?"

She nodded. "This morning, I actually spent about thirty minutes
in the bathroomin the Winniebefore I went down to the
clubhouse to shower." She blushed and then grinned shyly. "I was
doing something for you."

"Which was?"

She took my hand and put it between her legs. When I cupped her
mons, she sighed deeply. "I took a little pair of scissors and
trimmed my hair real short," she said. "Especially between my
legs and around my... um... around my labia."

I hadn't been paying enough attention when I was playing with her
pussy earlier. Consequently, I hadn't noticed it. Now that she
pointed it out, I could only feel short, soft, curly hairs

"And then I shaved the sides real well," she said, blushing
slightly.

"Very nice," I commented, gently manipulating her lips.

"Mmm hmm. I like it too. Even though you can't really tell from
the front, I just have a little hair down there now."

"Let me ask you one question," I said. "What made you do this?
Not that I'm complaining," I said quickly, "but I'm curious."

"It was something Gina said, and how you reacted."

"Oh?"

"Mmm hmm. When you were rubbing oil on my back, last week, and
Gina was asking if I shaved my bush..."

"Yeah."

"Well, I saw that she was kinda teasing you about it, you know,
like she might do it too. And when you got hard, I figured you
might like it."

"Uhhuh."

She shrugged. "I didn't think I'd like the way it looks, but I
actually do," she said. "I... I think I kinda look funny... down
there, I mean... but I thought you'd like it."

"I do," I said. "I will. I'm glad you did it."

She nodded. "I've thought about it before. I read this book once,
by Judy Blume..."

"The woman who writes kids' books?" I asked.

"Yeah. She writes other books too."

"Oh."

"There was one book where this housewife wanted her husband to
perform... um... oral sex on her, so she asked him if he wanted her
to shave... you know... her pussy."

"I know," I said, chuckling softly. Hearing Kendall talk about it
was incredibly arousing, and my dick predictably went from semi
hard to full attention.

Kendall stared at my sudden erection for a moment, her eyes wide.
"I used to wonder what was so special about shaving down there,
but now I see," she said, her eyes still locked on my hardon.

"Uhhuh," I said deliberately. "And since you went to all this
trouble," I said, "why don't you let me check out your
handiwork." The look in her eyes told me she was hoping I'd say
that. "And from what I remember," I continued, "you don't look
funny down there at all." I punctuated my words by rubbing the
palm of my hand over her hooded clit.

She closed her eyes. "If you say so," she breathed.

"But I'd better check things out again, just to make sure."

She swallowed hard and nodded, her eyes still closed.

I gently pushed her onto her back and moved between her legs.
Before I slid lower, I licked and sucked one nipple to erection
and then moved to the other. Her heavy breasts flattened to the
sides of her chest, and I had fun teasing her with my lips and
tongue. Then I started kissing lower, lightly brushing my lips
over her smooth skin. By the time I settled between her legs, her
breathing had turned ragged, her soft stomach fluttering and
heaving as her excitement built.

As I spread her legs, pushing them to the side and toward her
chest, I took the opportunity to study her pussy. She had trimmed
her hair very short, almost to a thin fuzz. And the sides of her
labia were smooth, as advertised. The pubic hair covering her
mons also looked narrower. It was very subtle, but from several
inches away, it was easy to see where she had trimmed it.

When I looked up, I could tell that she was nervous about me
studying her pussy. The night before, it had been dark and she'd
already been very worked up. I remembered how Gina had worried
about how she looked, the year before, so I decided to take a
moment and reassure Kendall.

"I like how you trimmed your hair," I said. Then I gently kissed
her slit. "It really makes your labia stand out." I kissed her
again, pausing to inhale the scent of her arousal. "Even though
you've got a tan, your pussy is lighter. Without the hair, I can
see it turn dark pink as you get turned on."

"I'm glad you like it," she said nervously.

I chuckled softly and then licked her slit. Then I started
teasing her with gentle licks and kisses. By the time I spread
her pussy lips with my fingers, she was very wet. Her inner
membranes were much pinker than Gina's, and I simply admired her
shape for a moment.

"Your pussy's beautiful," I said softly. Then I planted a string
of kisses from the inside of her left thigh to her right, passing
over her pussy itself. "I think I just want to gaze at it for a
moment." Out of the corner of my eye, I could see one of her
hands nervously inching toward her pussy, as if to cover it. I
grinned and kissed her again. "Thank you," I said gently.

"For what?"

"For loving me, and for trusting me enough to want to make love
to me."

She moaned inarticulately.

It was a happy and eager sound, and I smiled again. Then I
returned my attention to her slit. As I'd noticed the day before,
her labia were thinner than Gina's full lips, and they almost
disappeared when I spread her open. When I gently licked between
her outer and inner labia, she hissed and ran her fingers through
my hair. With my thumbs, I spread open her inner lips, revealing
her opening. Her pinkish folds turned darker as her excitement
built. Of course, I added to her excitement by pursing my lips
and sucking her hooded clit.

When I pulled back, I gently moved my finger around, covering it
with her moisture. While I held her open, I slowly insinuated the
digit between the delicate folds of her labia. Once again, it was
a tight fit, her pussy clutching at my invading finger. Her hands
tensed up nervously, kneading my head and pulling at my hair.
Then she hissed as I buried my finger entirely.

I crooked up the tip and hit her inner spot. She hissed again and
clamped her legs around my head. Eight years of ballet, indeed! I
felt like a walnut in a nutcracker. I quickly withdrew my finger,
and at my strangled cry, she relaxed her legs.

"What was that?" she asked, panting.

I couldn't suppress my grin as I answered her question with a
question of my own. "You liked it?"

"Oh, my goodness, yes! But it surprised me." She half sat up.
"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I said, still grinning.

She rolled her eyes. "Don't you look smug."

I nodded and pushed up to all fours. Then I crawled up her body,
never breaking eye contact. "Something you'll learn about me," I
said, kissing her quickly, "is that I like making you happy.
About half of my enjoyment comes just from giving you pleasure.
So yeah, I guess I look smug. I hope you don't mind."

From only inches away, she looked into my eyes and smiled. Then
she shook her head and said, "I guess I don't mind."

"Good," I replied, kissing her again. As I leaned closer to her
and deepened the kiss, my erection bumped into her stomach.

She started, but quickly recovered.

Then I felt her wrap her fingers around my shaft and pull gently.

"I'm still amazed by how soft your skin is," she said.

I nodded, and then straightened. She looked into my eyes as I put
my hand on the back of her head and guided her mouth to my dick.
I watched with a small smile as she tentatively licked the tip of
my crown. I made my dick twitch and she giggled. Then she wrapped
her lips around the head and gently sucked. When she pulled back,
she looked up and smiled.

"Gina said she'd help me improve my... um... technique later this
afternoon," she said.

"Oh, she did?"

She nodded, smiling, and then playfully licked my cock. Her smile
widened as she licked again. "She's had a lot more experience
than I have."

"Mmm hmm."

"But I plan to make up for that," she said, holding my eyes with
her own.

I raised my eyebrows in silent challenge.

She answered by closing her eyes and sensuously kissing the
underside of my glans. Then she opened her mouth and swallowed
the first couple of inches. She sucked lovingly, running her
tongue over the underside and moving her head side to side.

While she sucked, I kept one hand on the back of her head,
enjoying the feeling as I guided her motions. With the other
hand, I reached down and tweaked her right nipple. She moaned
around my cock as I rolled and gently pulled the little nubbin to
erection. She tried to swallow more of me, and got about three
inches into her mouth before clamping her lips around my shaft. I
moaned my appreciation and she slowly withdrew her lips. She
still had a lot to learn, but what she lacked in experience, she
made up for in love and tenderness.

She continued running her lips and tongue over my cock, caressing
me with her hands as she did. I played with her right breast,
manipulating her nipple and making her squirm with pleasure.
After several minutes, she popped my dick out of her mouth,
licked the underside, then tilted her head to lick my balls. She
was hesitant at first, but quickly warmed to the idea when she
sucked a testicle into her mouth and felt my pleased reaction.
While she was licking and sucking my balls, she slowly stroked my
shaft.

Without saying anything, I gently pushed her back. She looked up
at me with a mixture of fear and expectation. I smiled as
reassuringly as I could and then bent to kiss her. I cradled her
face with my hands and brought my lips to hers. As I kissed her,
I gently laid her back on the blanket. When I pulled back, she
looked at me with dreamy, lovefilled eyes.

"Make love to me," she said softly.

I merely nodded and then moved between her legs. When I reached
between them, I felt her pussy with my fingers. She was moist and
very ready. Then I grasped my shaft and set it at her opening.
Before I slid into her, I turned my attention back to her face.
For a moment, I merely studied her. She put her arms around my
neck and pulled me down for a kiss.

As our tongues explored each other's mouths, I hunched my hips
forward. Instead of sliding into her, as I expected, my cock
hardly moved. In fact, it even bent slightly, almost painfully. I
figured I'd just misaligned my shaft. I smiled apologetically.
Then I quickly reached between us, pulled my hips back, and set
the tip of my dick at her opening.

When I eased my hips forward the second time, I was certain that
my dick was aimed at her pussy. She gasped as I spread her apart
slightly, but then my penis stopped moving again. It was like
something was pinching the head. If I'd stopped to think, I
probably would've figured it out then and there, but I didn't.
Kendall whispered in my ear how much she loved me, and how much
she wanted me inside her. Her voice was tense, but I didn't
notice it at the time, so I shoved forward again. Suddenly, the
resistance disappeared. She squeaked as the head of my dick
slipped completely inside her. As she cried out, she sounded just
like Amy had when...

Oh... my... God!

I pulled back and looked at her in growing alarm. Her eyes were
screwed shut with pain and two tears squeezed from beneath her
eyelashes to run down her temples. Her breathing was shallow and
ragged. My fear and disbelief spiked and I thought back
frantically.

She'd told me she wasn't a virgin! But even with my limited
experience with virginstwo, to be preciseI could tell that
I'd just become her first. Yet my brain screamed that it couldn't
be true. If I'd known, I would've taken more time. If I'd known,
I would've done things differently, somehow. If I'd known... If I'd
known, what would I have done?

Why hadn't she told me she was a virgin? Was she embarrassed? Was
she scared? Did she think I wouldn't love her? Why hadn't she
said anything? The truth was, she had said something, but it
had been a lie. She'd told me she wasn't a virgin.

Could I have been mistaken in thinking that I was her first? I
certainly hoped so. Maybe she was just very tight. She had such a
small pussy to begin with, and every time I slipped a finger into
her, she was very snug. Maybe she hadn't lied when she'd told me
she wasn't a virgin. Maybe it had just been a while since she'd
had sex. Maybe...

But then I started thinking through the past couple of days.
Suddenly, the inconsistencies between her attitude and experience
made a lot more sense. And what was it she'd told Gina, but made
her promise not to tell me? What had Gina said? Her first time,
perhaps? I had too many questions swirling through my mind, and
with my dick halfway inside her, it was hardly the time to be
distracted or seem insensitive. When I shook off my jumbled and
chaotic thoughts, she was looking at me intently, her eyes still
teary.

"You know, don't you?" she asked, her voice husky with emotion
and an edge of feartinged pain.

"I love you," I said sincerely, ignoring her question.
Unfortunately, it was answer enough.

"I wanted to tell you, but after I said what I did, last year..."

"It's... it's okay."

"I was afraid you wouldn't want me," she said miserably. "You can
pull out now, if you want."

I shook my head firmly. "What I want," I said resolutely, "is to
make love to my girlfriend." Then I kissed her tenderly.

She arched her back and pulled me against her almost desperately.
"Why?" she whispered.

"Because I love you."

"Will you just hold me?" she asked timidly, almost pleadingly.

Instead of answering her with words, I answered with my body. My
dick was still buried inside her, and she was tighter than I ever
imagined. When I moved to rest my elbows on the blanketcovered
air raft and then slide my arms under her shoulders, she winced
as my dick stretched her further. It was an awkward position for
me, half inside her and half out, but she needed my love and
affection more than she needed my hardon.

"Do you want me to pull out?" I asked quietly.

"Do you want to?"

"No," I answered honestly. "But if it's hurting you..."

"I'll get used to it," she said with a sniffle and a brave smile.
"I want to get used to it. But maybe you can pull it out? Just
for a little while?"

I nodded and pulled my hips back.

"Thank you," she whispered in relief.

Then she began crying again. Instead of tears of pain, they were
tears of joy. I held her as she shook, comforting her with my
body the only way I knew how. She clung to me, quaking as sobs
wracked her, emotion pouring forth as if from a hot spring.

"I never thought I'd find anyone like you," she said, with a soft
catch in her breathing.

"Are you glad you did?"

"More than you'll ever know."

Eventually, her tears dried and she begged me to enter her again.
I could see it was hurting her, but her eyes burned brightly with
the need to have me inside her. So I pushed into her and then
pulled out, a halfinch at a time, perhaps less. In and out,
slowly but steadily, in a little more, then out a little less. By
the time I was fully seated within her body, she was crying
again, aching tears mingled with tears of joy.

"You're making love to me," she said hoarsely.

I nodded and then kissed her fiercely, hoping to focus her
attention on my lips instead of the pain I was causing. She
responded eagerly, but had to break off sooner than either of us
wantedher nose was stopped up and she couldn't breathe. When
she asked me to, I started thrusting into her, slowly, steadily.
She whimpered, but urged me on with her eyes. I took long, gentle
strokes, marveling at how tight she still was.

"I'm sorry," she said at last. "But it really hurts. You're so
big."

I stopped immediately. "I'm not really all that big, you know," I
said, trying to divert her attention once again.

"Try telling my pussy that," she replied with playful intensity,
but with a note of pain coloring her voice. "Besides, it's not
length that's important, it's thickness. And you're plenty thick
enough for li'l ol' me."

I smiled. She may be in pain, I thought, but the analytical
Kendall was back, if only a little. "Do you want me to pull
out?" I asked gently.

She shook her head. "I want you to do it until you're ready to
come," she said unconvincingly.

"No you don't," I replied. Then I started to withdraw from her
tender pussy.

"Please don't pull out," she begged.

"Shhhhh," I breathed softly. "This is only our first time
together. It's your first time ever. After this, there'll be
lots of times. Lots and lots of times, if you want."

She nodded. "I'm so sorry," she half whispered.

"Don't be," I said as my dick slid free. The look of relief on
her face made me smile. "Better?"

She nodded guiltily.

"Relax. There's a lot more to making love than just having my
dick inside you."

After that, I held her close, offering her the security of my
arms and chest, the surety of my kisses. When she realized that I
was far from upset, she began to respond against me. Her nose was
still stuffed up, so her breathing grew ragged, but she kissed me
with deep, profound passion and longing. I planted kisses on her
cheeks and eyelids, then down to her delicate earlobes. I teased
her with my breath, gently blowing into her ear. When we kissed,
I lightly bit her lip, playfully pulling back a little. Her
nipples were little brown pebbles against my chest as I rubbed my
own chest against her, stimulating them. We made love, though my
manhood never entered her. Finally, she looked up at me and
smiled.

"At least we don't have to worry about you coming inside me," she
said with a halfrueful laugh.

"Nope."

"Can I do something?" she asked shyly. "Something I've always
wanted to do?"

"Mmm hmm. What is it?"

"I want to play with you," she said. "Until you come. I want to
watch you come."

"I'd like that."

When I rolled to my back, she moved to kneel between my legs.
Before she began, she brushed her fingers over my straining
erection, lovingly naming all the parts in Latin: urethra, glans
penis, corona, frenulum (which, she said, had been mostly removed
when I was circumcised), corpus cavernosum, and so on. With each
part she named, she would delicately trace her fingers over my
sensitive skin. I know it sounds funny, but watching her fondly
name everything was incredibly erotic. I didn't recognize half
the words, but the way she said them while touching me was
unbelievably arousing. Soon, I found myself straining and wishing
for her to take me in her hands.

Almost as soon as she did, I felt an orgasm building. I showed
her how to masturbate me, how to squeeze and where to stroke. She
quickly got the hang of it, and a look of delight crossed her
expression. When I was almost ready to come, I moaned
incoherently. She somehow got the message and sped her pace. The
first spurt coursed up my shaft and she laughed in delight as she
felt it.

Drops of hot come landed on my chest and stomach and she kept
pumping. The next shot landed on my stomach and gushed over her
hands. By the time I was done shooting, there were pearly drops
of my essence all over my midsection. Both of her hands and my
dick were covered in the slippery fluid. She laughed again as she
played with it, discovering how slick it was. She coated my
erection and her hands, spreading my semen over our skin.

When my penis finally became too sensitive for her to keep
stroking, I pulled her hands off me and then guided her up my
body. She lay next to me and sighed deeply. Then she sniffled. We
both laughed at that, but it was a comfortable, unselfconscious
laugh. I put my arm around her and simply held her tight,
enjoying the feeling of her body next to mine.



"Why did you tell me you weren't a virgin?" I asked Kendall
later.

"I guess I thought you wouldn't want me," she said sheepishly.

I squeezed her against me. "That's not how I am, and you know
it." I felt her nod. "Love is about trust and communication. You
know you can tell me anything." Did I just say that?! I sound
just like my mother. Ha!

"Thanks."

We lay there for several long minutes. My chest and stomach were
still sticky from drying come, but I didn't care.

"I think I like holding you more than anything," she said after a
while.

"Mmm hmm. You're pretty nice to hold as well."

"As nice as Gina?"

"That's not a fair question," I chided her gently. "You're
different girls. I like you both for different reasons. I love
you for different reasons."

"So what do you love about me?"

"I love how you can make vas deferens sound sexy, for one," I
said. "I like the look on your face when I came over your hands.
I like how confident you are, and how you know what you want to
do with your life. But I also like the way you get nervous and
unsure of yourself sometimes.

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Stool of Punishment by Sadie Hart (f/m, femdom, some cbt punishment)

I deserved the punishment, I had spoken harshly to her in a fit of anger
that really should have been directed at the person who started it. But
shit, now it was too late I had spoken those words and she had calmly told
me that later this evening I would pay for that outburst. In many ways I
could hardly wait for it, since I had the feeling that she would include
some kind of sexual for me while getting herself off at my expense.
I have to admit I was totally unprepared for just how evil this woman that
I worship can be at times.

After dinner it began with her demanding that I clean up the dishes and
kitchen by myself. I was worried that she was going to lay into me big
time since she had made sure that I saw all the implements lying out on the
end of the dinner table. She had laid out the heavy flogger (she has never
used that on me up to this point, only teases me with it.) She had some
kind of heavy looking paddle, duct tape, a heavy wooden ruler, lubricant, a
small butt plug, a larger dildo, some latex gloves, the wrist restraints,
some q-tips and a small bottle of some kind of lotion.

Once I finished the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen she came to
inspect my work. She was wearing a loose robe and showed no emotion on her
face as she looked at my work. She then motioned for me to head to the
dining room. Once I walked in I was shocked to see some kind of heavy oak
square stool in there next to the end of the dining table. It was just the
right height so that my cock would lay across it. I noted that she had
several of the round weights to my weight set laying on the floor beside
it. I heard her giggle as I took in the area. "Remove your clothes and go
get ready, I want you to use the small evacuation enema I left in the
bathroom for you, make sure you get yourself nice and squeaky clean. You
have exactly 30 minutes to return here and present yourself to me in the
proper manner."

I hurriedly removed my clothes and headed to the bathroom to clean out
my ass and prepare it. I was excited cause she always has me do this prior
to fucking me with the strap-on she had me buy for her. But I have to
admit being bewildered since I hadn't seen it lying on the table with the
rest of the implements. Not only that but I was really worried about those
weights, I sensed a foreboding that was making me really nervous.

When I returned to present myself, kneeling at her feet to her, head
down I gasped when I felt her foot against my hardening cock. She pressed
it into the floor. The pain wasn't unbearable as I enjoy it when she
punishes my cock. She placed a fingertip under my chin and pulled my head
up to meet her eyes. I saw her smile as she applied more pressure to my
cock until all of her weight was pressing on me. All 230 lbs of this
goddess standing on my hardening cock. My cock throbbed under her foot.
"You spoke to me today in a manner that was the most disrespectful I have
ever been addressed. I am going to punish your cock and your mouth for
that. First we will start with that lovely mouth of yours slave."

She stepped off my cock sending a flood of relief and greater desire
through me as I soon began to see just how damned evil she could be. I
smelled it first, she opened up the bottle and the room was filled with the
scent of cinnamon. She knows how much I hate the taste of cinnamon, she
simply told me to open my mouth and extend my tongue. She placed about
five drops of this cinnamon oil on the end of my tongue. I could feel its
burning sting as I kneeled there holding it on the tip of my tongue, then I
felt her begin to brush my tongue with a toothbrush vigorously. God my
mouth was on fire and then she simply stopped and sat down on that stool,
watching me as I tried to keep my tongue stuck out as she commanded. She
was enjoying watching me struggle not only with the heat from the oil but
the taste that I so hate. I noticed that she was slowly rubbing her pussy
while she sat there watching me struggle. with the emotions that I was
feeling. After about three long minutes of this she motioned for me to
drink the milky substance she had placed on the table for me. I was only
to happy to be rid of the taste of cinnamon but didn't realize that all
that white milky stuff was actually a small vial of cum. I knew she had
been saving my cum by freezing it in a small cup but I never expected to
have to drink it down. She laughed as I realized that I was drinking my
own cum. She then asked me if I had enjoyed my little cocktail for the
night. I was busy trying to keep it down, just the thought of drinking
fucking jism has always been a limit I've not been willing to cross. I was
once again beginning to get angry, she sensed this and picked up the heavy
flogger striking my chest quickly and then a blow to my cock. I gasped in
pain as I heard her simply state, "Yes I told you I would respect your
limits but you failed to respect mine this afternoon so I hope you now
understand that I will not tolerate that kind of behavior from you again."

"Now stand and lean over the dining room table and receive the beating
you deserve."

I leaned over looking at her over my shoulder, "please mistress have
mercy on me. I didn't mean to strike at you this afternoon." "I know that
you fucking asshole but you must learn that you do not have the authority
to speak to any woman in that manner no matter what happens during your
fucking day."

I knew then that this session was going to be about her getting even
with me for all the women in the world that had been wronged by men. She
had that look in her eye and my cock was harder than ever. I wanted her to
punish not only me physically, body and cock but mentally as well. I
lowered my head and awaited the floggers kiss. She didn't disappointment
me as she whipped my thighs, buttocks and calves. Then she stopped and
came closer rubbing up against me. I could still feel the heat of the whip
on my skin. She pulled back and opened that lotion bottle, and damned if
it didn't smell like fucking cinnamon. She rubbed it over my ass and
thighs. It continued to burn as she laughed when reached around and
grabbed my cock. She began to rub my cock with her hands that oil was
burning my cock. My cock felt as if it were on fire and then reached down
and rubbed her hands over my balls. I fell to my knee tears welling up in
my eyes. "Mistress please let me go wash this off."

She simply nodded no to me and then told me to place my cock on the
stool and to make sure that I was as close as I could get to it. I did as
she requested and watched as she began to run tape over my cock taping it
to the stool. She had arranged the tape so that no adhesive was placed
against my skin. In fact I could tell that she had simply taken a longer
piece and placed a smaller piece in the middle so that the adhesive was
sticking to the adhesive of the smaller piece. She had made sure that I
was snugly taped to the stool. She then reached down and picked up one of
those weights and placed on the length of my cock. Then she added another
and another until she had 30 lbs laying on my cock. She then motioned for
me to spread my legs a bit. Soon she was placing a couple of wooden
clothespins on my ballsac. She stepped back and headed to the den
returning with a crop. She slapped at the clothespins with that crop,
enjoying my cries as I took what she was giving me. The weights on my cock
made it impossible for me to move away, not to mention the way she had
taped my cock to the stool. Then she stopped and told me that I had taken
this much so well that she was going to remove the weights. I felt a great
relief when they finally came off my cock but it was soon replaced by a
stinging. I cried out as she struck my cock repeatedly with the wooden
ruler. As she was hitting my cock it caused my balls to swing, those
damned clothespins hitting the inside of my thighs bringing searing pain
through my cock and balls.

She stopped giving me moment to catch my breath as she gave me small
sips of water. She asked me if I was ready for the final phase of
tonight's punishment. I told her I was ready for whatever she had in mind.
I deserved to have my cock punished for my earlier outburst and for its
behavior. My cock was rock hard and I was hoping that she'd let me cum
tonight. It was as if she read my mind. "Yes my slave you will cum
tonight but it may not be as pleasurable as you desire. You have always
wanted me to punish your cock until you cum, tonight you will get that
wish. But I'm going to continue to also punish you by fucking your ass with
the dildo while you fuck your cock using this stool to bring yourself off.
I'm going to enjoy watching the tape I'm recording of this session while
you give me oral pleasure. I'm planning on showing it at our next little
party so others can see just how much you enjoy our little games."

My cock jerked when I heard her say that, she has never before
threatened to expose my secret to anyone else. I watched as she picked up
a q-tip and leaned over my cock, she began pushing the end of into my
urethra. I was going into a kind of subspace that was delicious. I felt
my body going into a total pleasure mode. Then I felt her pressing that
lubed up dildo into my ass. "Go on slave, fuck your cock, see if you can
cum by fucking that stool." As I began to fuck myself, sliding my cock
between the tape and stool I became aware of how the clothespins added to
the pain coursing through me. Along with it was a burning desire to shoot
my hot cum all over the stool. She told me to tell her when I was close to
cumming as she wanted to watch me spurt. She wanted to see if I could
shoot out that q-tip. It didn't take long for me to get that damned close.
I began to beg her to let me cum, she kept me holding on forever, then I
smelled that damn cinnamon oil again as I heard her tell me to go ahead and
shoot my load. I began cumming as I felt the burning of that cinnamon
entering my ass. I kept fucking myself between the stool and that dildo.
The pain all over was intense as my orgasm raced through me. I was shaking
as I realized that she had removed the dildo from my ass and was wiping my
ass with a wet cloth. She reached down and removed the clothespins slowly
savoring each one that came away with a new sensation of pain racing
through me. Finally she reached around and pulled that q-tip from my cock
and removed the tape. I was shaking but my cock was once again hard.

She simply stood there shaking her head as she commanded me to clean and
put away the toys. I was to join her after I done that so that we could
watch my session all over while I serviced her orally. I have to
admit I hope that I never have to go through the cinnamon oil treatment. I
learned that I had to control my mouth better in the future. I thoroughly
enjoy the way my wife punishes my cock. She uses items that to many are
simple home or craft items but to her it's a challenge to find a way to
turn it into some sort of device. Yes she is a goddess to me, all
230 lbs of her especially her devious mind, it's the best tool she owns.

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This sci-fi story contains sex, between a male and a female, so you have
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Deadly Rides By Shon Richards

The road tasted like Beethoven, the air was as fresh as sand and my
Ferro 1800 was riding as smooth as sour. I dodged Laughing Boy, giving him
some machine gun fire to keep him honest, and gunned the accelerator
towards Black Moon. For some reason, the idiot dropped a mine. With my
Neural-Bike interface, the mine was as easy to dodge as blinking, and
required as much thought. Professionally losing respect for him because he
wasted weapon space by carrying a mine dropper, I gave him the full brunt
of my weapon payload. Machine guns, thought guided rockets and a totally
spazzing dose of flame-throwers were each independently guided targeted and
fired by my trained reflexes. Black Moon exploded into a multitude of
colors, and my enhanced senses interpreted the colors into vanilla. The
first lap of Russian DeathDance 2012 was completed, and I already had a
kill on my scorecard. Life was good.

Coming around the next corner, I checked in with Control and discovered
I was in second place already. My KillFactor was competitive, but I would
have to increase my rate of murder if I wanted the fifty-thousand bonus.
That could be arranged: I crouched lower on my bike and thought evil
thoughts. I gripped the handlebars for support, even though my mind was
doing all the driving. The fans love it when the riders look like they
actually have to drive, it helps to maintain the illusion of old style
motorcycle thugs. That's why I've been voted most popular DeathDancer two
months in a row, I have always have my finger on the pulse of the crowd.

My next target was in sight, and I had to stop myself from blowing her
away. It was BadAss Medea, and I was a split second away from sending a
thought guided missile up her pretty ass. She wove in front of me, keeping
me from passing and secure in the knowledge that I wouldn't break our
truce. My imagination supplied me with the crowd's disappointed groans as I
missed three perfectly good shots. They can smeg off, Blade always honors
his agreements, no matter how fucked up they are in retrospect. Safely in
second place, I resorted to good driving as I tried to pass her.

Calming myself down so I could focus on my resources on my driving, my
thoughts lingered back to yesterday...

The seclusion of a DeathDancer is sacred. You have no idea what crazy
or illegal business a DeathDancer could be up to, especially since the
Russian government pretty much turns a blind eye to their entertainers.
That was why I was completely pissed when my manager brought in one of my
competitors to my locker. Not just any competitor, it was BadAss Medea,
the top killer this season!

"Are you drekking nuts?" I yelled at Trusty Vlad. "What the smeg is
BadAss Medea doing her?" I quickly closed my tune up case, I was in the
middle of fine tuning my eyes when the asshole came in.

"Blade, my friend," Trusty Vlad said, his usual fake friendliness
sounding like purple to my ears. "Medea's a big fan of yours, and wanted
to have a friendly chat before tomorrow's race. I don't think that's too
unusual a request?"

I punched Vlad, hard. His cyber face could handle it, and it made me
feel better. "Get out of her Vlad and spend the money she bribed you
with."

As Vlad left, I pointed Jocasta out to Medea.

"Before you try anything, I just want you to know that Jocasta is a
certified level six cyberguard. She's only thirty percent human, and could
rip your arms apart in less than six seconds. Now, if you want to die a
day early, just go ahead and try something."

I have to give BadAss credit, she wasn't fazed. She just stood there,
all six feet of her muscled body. A black bodysuit covered her body,
though there was a moving patch of transparency that seemed to just avoid
the good parts. Her shoulder length curly black hair framed her face like
a shroud, and her smile was one of pure contempt. BadAss Medea was as sexy
as three bike explosion, though it didn't take enhanced senses to tell she
wasn't a fan.

"Don't worry Blade, I wouldn't assassinate anyone who had such a weak
imagination as to pick 'Blade' as their call sign. What was the matter,
was 'Ace' already taken?" Medea stepped up to Jocasta, and actually had the
steel exhaust pipes to straighten her collar!

"My mistake," I said as I walked up to her. I did that to avoid looking
at the transparency moving across her ass, but the body language of looming
over her wasn't a bad thing to do either. "I didn't know you were here to
trash talk, I wouldn't figure you for the type to cover your fear with
insults."

Medea turned around, and I could see Jocasta snarling over her shoulder.
I do love my cyberguard, as loyal as a dog and much better to fuck than
anything on the market. Jocasta was just waiting for me to give her
permission to kill Medea, but I wasn't interested in trouble. The Russians
hate it when you kill someone off camera.

"I'll use simple words so your defunct cybersenses can understand me,"
Medea said as her roving transparency settled on her cleavage. Damn, was
it thought controlled? "Out of all the other contestants, you are the one
with the highest KillFactor per speed ratio. You and me are heads above
the other DeathDancers, and the only real challenges to each other. The
other DeathDancers know this, and they'll be sure to gang up on us. I came
here to offer you a longer life, let's agree not to kill each other, and
we'll let who ever can race the fastest win tomorrow."

"That's so nice of you to think of me in your time of danger, but no
thanks," I answered. Her black eyes flashed, but I held my ground. "If
people do gang up on me, then my ratings will go up the more attacks I
survive. I doubt any of them could lay a hand on me, so there really is no
threat there. I've also seen you race, and I don't think I could out ride
you, you're just too damn good. I think I'll have a better chance of
winning if I don't take you off my target list."

"You arrogant crotch rider," Medea said, rather calmly I thought. "Do
you really think you can survive FaceRipper and Tree Killer if they
gangbang you? What about Bumblebee Bonnie? She nearly scragged your ass
last week, tomorrow she'll have help. Add me to the mix, and you can
guarantee I'll be gunning for you, and it appears to me that you'll be
decorating the underside of my wheels."

Jocasta growled, but I waved her off. Medea had a way with words, but I
still wasn't convinced.

"Even if we did agree to a truce, the Russians would have a fit. This
is their biggest paying event and they are going to want to see blood.
They don't treat us like minor royalty just to run around a track."

"There isn't a single rule that says a DeathDancer HAS to kill another
DeathDancer. However, I have already bribed one judge who is willing to
testify that since we are so evenly matched, that we probably didn't fire
on each other because we were willing to settle for second rather than risk
death. With his testimony, and if we avoid each other after the race, I'm
sure no one will raise any questions or protests. Fuck, people work
together to kill other racers all the time, why the fuck can't we work
together NOT to kill somebody."

"I'll tell you why," I answered, her machine oil perfume tasting like
Madonna in my nose. "Because you don't need a rulebook to blacklist
somebody. If we don't entertain the sick smegs who pay to watch us fight,
then the promoters will simply dump us from their lineup. That means no
more money, no more nice accommodations and forget about going home,
because the United States revoked our citizenships as soon we competed in
our first DeathDance."

"Damn," I said quietly. "I like your idea, but there is too much at
stake to risk all this. Offering me a safe race doesn't make up for the
risk of losing a cushy lifestyle. You'll have to offer me more than that
to make me agree."

She toyed with the top of her bodysuit. "I guess a fuck is in order?"

"Dream on, BadAss," I said as her transparency moved to her smooth
belly. "I get plenty of action from the groupies and Jocasta here. You're
not bad for a DeathDancer skank, but your ass isn't enough to make me loose
my status in the DeathDance."

"Tell me Stud-Dud, have you ever fucked someone who was as enhanced as
you are?" Medea asked as she touched my arm with pinpoint lightness. "I've
got a Xeric 3288 processor, double redundant wire reflexes and a second
generation Thigh Gripper for those really tight turns. Tell me you've
never wanted to slam chassis with someone who can taste the same sounds you
could?"

"Jocasta stays, I still don't trust you completely," I said after a long
pause. A long pause is about two seconds, enough time to think through
thirty scenarios, and enough time to enjoy twenty-two of them.

"What ever shoots your rockets," Medea said as she grabbed my shirt.
She pulled me into a kiss, and her mouth reminded me of her racing, hard,
fast and breathless. Our tongues clashed inside our mouths, fighting for
dominance even in the act of kissing.

My hands reached around and grabbed her buttocks. You race behind
someone long enough and you find yourself speculating on how their buttocks
would feel up close. Grabbing them was like holding a harsh scream, and
there was a crescendo every time I squeezed. The bodysuit must have been
monomolecular, because there was no loss of sensation as I pressed her to
me.

Medea broke out of my grip, pushing me down to my chair. I was
disturbed that she was stronger than I, though strength never seems to be
an issue in the DeathDance. Kneeling in front of me, Medea dug her hands
into my pants and ripped them apart in 1.2 seconds. While I was still
impressed, Medea held my cock in her hands, studying me with slitted black
eyes.

"That's a surprise," she said as she took a lick of my cock. "As large
as your bike is, I would have thought your cock would be pretty small."

Not one to take an insult even while shuddering, I snapped back "That's
funny, as butch as you are, I wouldn't have thought you could suck cock."

She stroked my cock without saying a word, though her cheeks did flush a
brilliant shade of strawberry. Her lips were adorned with black lipstick,
and they quickly surrounded my pointing cock. Her tongue reached five
hundred revolutions a minute yet never once came close to giving me
friction burn. I placed my hands in her hair, feeling the mint texture
under my fingers as she sucked at my groin. She was regulating her
breathing as she buried her nose in my pubic hair and managed to get all of
me down her throat.

"Oh yes," I moaned, "there are definitely advantages to having an
enhanced lover."

Jocasta stood her vigil across from us, her blue eyes never betraying
any emotion. It was odd to have my part time lover watching me like that,
I idly wondered if she had any objections. Does a cyberguard have emotions
like jealousy or betrayal? I didn't know, and as Medea's tongue lapped at
the base of my cock, I decided I didn't care. The only thoughts I had for
Jocasta at that point was I wondered what her view of Medea's ass looked
like.

Medea stood up in front of me, the memory of her mouth still fresh on my
cock. Reaching for an invisible clasp at the top of her suit, I laughed as
the bodysuit simply vanished. There she was, as nude as the day she came
out of the cyberhospital. Six feet of muscled power and deadly
coordination, with only a little strip of fur down by her sex.

"A holographic suit? What will they think of next?" I said dumbly.
Most of my cognitive power was going towards preventing my ejaculation from
occurring too fast, I didn't have time to access my witty remarks folder.

Anyway, while Medea was standing there, I decided to take advantage of
her offer. I slid off the chair and dropped to my knees in front of her
admittedly gorgeous body. Her sex wafted to me, smelling like the
smoothness of silk, and I found it very erotic. I approached her sex on my
knees, and reached around to once more hold on to her lovely ass. With her
sex before me, I feasted on her nether region. My tongue delved in her
treasure, my lips melding with her lips. The tastes of silk, cotton and
satin rolled into my mouth, and I drank her juices deeply with my questing
tongue. The clit provided me with a soothing texture, and I rolled it in
my tongue like glass. I felt her fingers claw at my shoulders, and I
turned off my pain receptors as her fingernails drew blood.

Finally having someone who could appreciate my abilities, I felt free to
experiment. Medea whimpered beautifully as my tongue lashed at her sex
with barely feather light strokes. I had to hold on to her hips when she
thrashed at my tongue delicately darting at individual centimeters of her
inner sex. My tongue reached a speed of sixty licks a seconds, and I knew
Medea was aware of each one. When she orgasmed under my tongue, her juices
tasted like a trumpet's blast, and her moans sounded like chocolate cream.

When her buttocks had quit shivering under my hands, Medea dropped
lazily to the floor beside me. Her six foot body did a perfect slow motion
collapse, her muscles making the fall last as long as possible so I could
enjoy the show. BadAss Medea had an uncharacteristic smile on her face as
she placed my hand on her breasts. It's amazing how good sex can take the
edge off of even the most cold blooded killer.

Touching her breasts was what I had expected. They were beautiful,
round, buoyant, and very artificial. That's ok, my chest was bio-sculpted
too. I could tell that she paid the extra money for the soft gel implants,
as her breasts gave little resistance when I dug my fingers into them. Her
nipples were erect and easy prey for my flicking tongue. Holding her
nipples between two fingers, I alternated back and forth between her
abundant spheres. It's almost sad, no matter how advanced our technology
gets, I'm still a sucker for a large pair of tits. Medea endured my
obsession with her breasts easily, allowing me to get my fill of her
expensive surgery.

"Enough of that, leave something for the fans to admire," Medea said as
she pulled me down on top of her. I willingly complied. Medea was on her
back with her long legs spread in the air, inviting me to do what so many
fans have long masturbated about. There was no need to guide my cock;
superior muscle control kept it still as I pushed into Medea's lovely
vault. I mounted her with supreme satisfaction while her legs and arms
wrapped tightly around me.

The power of her hips rising to meet me was awesome, kind of like riding
my bike over speed bumps at ninety miles an hour. It was a good thing both
of us had thigh armor, or else we might of ended each other's careers that
night. Confident that we both could handle it, we each let loose with our
passion. Medea crushed her legs around my hips, kicking me with her heels
to go deeper into her. I, however, was holding myself above her by
standing my hands on her breasts. Her soft buoyancy under my fingers would
shift would each thrust, and I enjoyed touching first hand my effect on her
body. There was a feeling of mutual abuse between me and Medea, but that
was to be expected. You can't expect two people who often fire missiles at
each other to put aside their differences just because we were getting our
turbos off.

Medea kicked me harder with her heels, and her sex clenched me tighter.
I could read her face and skin temperature as she orgasmed, the pleasure
rippling across her body as I shifted to faster thrusts. Medea's mouth
opened wider with each thrust until finally, her head tilted back and she
emitted a low frequency growl of pure elation. Under my fingers I could
feel her speeding heart underneath her massive breasts. I released my self
control, her sex was contracting and rippling with her orgasm, and I let my
cock enjoy those sensations to the full. My own orgasm ignited, and the
thrill was almost greater than when I won the DeathDance Christmas Special.
Almost...

My mind replayed that hedonistic night in the span of half a second
while I trailed behind BadAss. Vlad was screaming in my earpiece, and I
tuned his protests out. Medea and I navigated the jumps easily, though she
still stayed ahead of me. For a moment, while we were in the air, I was
tempted to launch an attack. What bothers me is that I held back not
because of our truce, but because I didn't want to imagine those dark eyes
of hers widening in shock. Smeg! I had fallen for the BadAss, mean
attitude and all.

My loverboy mentality was blown away, literally. Yojimbo was meters
behind me and he was raining his shuriken catapult at me. I took a few
hits in the back, and I felt my tire reseal from a puncture. My rear
machine guns almost got a bead on him, but then TreeKiller entered the
fray. His multi-laser burned me bad, and I lost one of my on board
targeters. I was just grateful that all my attacks were from behind, I
didn't stand a chance if Medea was against me.

Up ahead, Medea's bike slowed down, and my skin felt the unmistakable
tingle of a targeting system locking on to me. Three missiles came pouring
out of her backside, their deadly exhaust roaring like onions in my ears. I
curse Medea for her betrayal, calling her a slut, a cyberdip, whore, a
missile skank, a bitch, a fanfucker and smeghead. I was too pinned down by
rear fire to dodge, and I steeled my body for the impact.

My surprise was intense when the missiles deftly missed me, but I
overcame it quickly. Watching Treekiller skid out of control and smash
into the razor wire, the smoke of the missiles still burning on his bike
like sherbet, I decelerated like a cheap borg. Yojimbo was still trying to
compensate for the blast of Medea's missiles, and didn't notice me till I
was parallel with him. standing on my pedals, I lashed out a kick with my
right leg, and his head flew from my perfect strike. His headless body
drove straight into the safety wall, and I let out a warcry at my
unexpected survival.

BadAss Medea won the race, with me a close second. The other
DeathDancers kept a respectful distance after the deaths of Yojimbo and
TreeKiller, I'm sure they didn't know what the smeg was going on, and they
weren't willing to find out. The crowd gave us a half hearted cheer as we
crossed the finish line, and I hoped Medea bribed her judge well.

"You have abused the spirit of the DeathDance with your behavior," the
Supreme Judge spat at us. Medea's judge wasn't present, and there was no
explanation offered for his absence. Vlad was there, but seeing my manager
on his knees didn't give me any confidence. We were royally fucked.

"Chill Supreme Judge, it's just part of our new merchandising campaign,"
I said. The Supreme Judge's anger was visible on three different
spectrums, but I wasn't worried. I grabbed Medea around the waist and
pulled her close to me.

"You're looking at the first DeathDancer Love Team!" I said as I grabbed
Medea's ass. Her elbow in my stomach didn't stop my pitch. "Not only do
we race together, working together as a team, but we also plan to have a
full line of posters, T-shirts, marital aids and maybe even a few videos.
The crowd loves a love story, and we'll give them one they haven't seen
before with the usual DeathDance eye to marketing."

Even Vlad was quiet after that speech. The Supreme Judge recovered
first.

"We'll demand sixty percent of sales, and your wedding has to be before
DeathDance WinterCarnage," The Supreme Judge commanded.

Vlad recovered next, "The honeymoon can be televised on pay-for-view if
you grant us the right to double license the two to their sponsors."

"Honeymoon? Martial aids? A smeging wedding?!" Medea screamed, and I
kept a perfect smile as I dragged her out of there.

"Sorry BadAss, but it looks like we have to get married if we're going
to keep racing," I said as I dodged a jab from her.

"Asshole!" she said as she grabbed my hair and pulled me for a kiss. "I
knew fucking you would be a mistake. You're already scheming for seconds."

"Yeah, but now you'll get paid for it," I said as I returned the kiss.
The End.

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