One by One

Almost as soon as the glow of Mark’s climax had left them both, and before the blonde-haired boy had gained the strength to pull out of her again; Stacy reached up a hand to their other partner in sexual exploration. Peter was still sat behind her head, supporting her shoulders from where his oldest friend’s enthusiastic thrusts had risked scraping her forward across their poorly-cushioned ground.

“...Now it’s your turn, tall guy!” She spoke calmly, though still short of breath and clearly in some discomfort. Pete tried to disagree, his own fears spilling out against an obvious desire.

“No… Stace… I’m too… you’ve just… it was your first time! You should at least...” He was aware, even as he tried each angle, that none of them would hold up against her stubbornness. Stacy shook her head vigorously.

“Don’t be stupid, Pete. We’re all a team in this! That’s why I let Marky-boy go first… to warm me up! Now, see if you can find my bag, wherever I left it… there’s an ‘extra-large’ condom in there somewhere. You should have heard the nurse giggle when I asked for both sizes ‘Just in case…’”

Stacy laughed herself at the memory, as Pete reluctantly stood up, and plodded off to do as he was told. Meanwhile Mark seemed to be caught in some sort of personal crisis of his own. She really needed to work on these boy’s nerves.

“Stace, I finished before you… I couldn’t get you to cum… I’m sorry, it was too much and I…”

The girl raised an eyebrow at him, but couldn’t help continuing to laugh, despite his obvious distress.

“What? Now you’re being stupid as well! The pair of you need to stop being such pussies! You’ve made me cum like 3 or 4 times now, while fingering me or whatever... You know some girls actually never get to orgasm ever because boys are so rubbish in general right? I’m pretty sure me not quite getting there the very first time we’ve done it is pretty normal…”

He still didn’t look convinced, so she stopped laughing and let some softness show. “Still, I was pretty close hun… I’m sure you’ll get me to, next time. It was just the first half was all a bit tangled up with… other feelings y’know. I’m not like you boys: where all it takes is a nice tight place, preferably a bit warm and wet as well. It still felt pretty amazing! Especially that last bit, when I could feel you pouring out inside me… It was kinda nice to be able to feel that without being too swept up in my own climax, y’know. I get my own kinda buzz, just from knowing you are cumming because of me!”

Pete had returned, unwrapping the condom but still looking doubtfully down upon his own swollen phallus. Stacy herself felt a knot in her throat, gazing up at the swaying beast of a thing while she felt Mark slide out through her still-tender entrance. There was a different ache inside her too though… one that WAS aware that her previous entrant had left her unfulfilled. One that was aware that all along: the prospect of only having one of these two eager volunteers had never entered possibility. She wanted MORE, past pain or pent up pleasure: more messy, sweaty freedom to defile her own body. One friend slipped out of her and the other lined himself up. The girl looked up at him and bit her lip, ready and waiting for all he could give.