Date: Mon, 21 Aug 2006 13:25:22 +0100
From: mozzie@zalau.ro
Subject: Suzie #18

This is the story of a girl's sexual awakening and her experiences and
those of her friends. How her curiousity and self-doubt bring her to
explore new heights in pleasure. The story will develop to show instances
of masturbation, M/F, M/F/F, F/F, M/M - if any of this is likely to cause
you offence, please do not read on ....

The flight back from Thailand was uneventful. Jet lag grabbed the whole
family and we spent a few days getting back into our time zone.

During our recuperation Chloe visited and charmed my mum and dad as ever. I
told her all about Thailand and the monastery, she was like so jealous. I
didn't feel right telling even my friend about how I had tried to tease the
young boy monks. Chloe mentioned that Liam had been missing me.

The next major event in my life was Dad coming into my room. He started by
saying that Chloe's father had been on the phone to him. I can't even start
to describe the panic that rose inside me; I just assumed that the details
of the sleepover had somehow got out and the various parents were now
joining ranks to deal with the 'problem'.

I couldn't have been more wrong. Chloe's dad was jetting off on a business
trip to South America. Chloe had been describing my adventures in Thailand
to him and he wondered if I would like to join them on the trip. It wasn't
like a family holiday that I was breaking into, for Chloe's father it was a
business matter and Chloe's mother spent most of her time shopping. It was
simply a friend for Chloe to have along, to stop her brother getting on her
nerves. I thought about the offer for a second and accepted it!

The next day was a repeat of the Thailand trip, frantic packing and last
minute shopping. Mum was in a fuss frenzy trying to be sure I was prepared
for every eventuality while making sure she was ready for her long-awaited
second honeymoon.

It seemed odd to say goodbye to my parents outside the house as we both got
into separate taxis. I watched their taxi zoom off into the distance as my
own took me to Chloe's house.

We didn't linger much at Chloe's house, within an hour of me arriving it
was time to set off for the airport. It was the first time I had seen Liam
since he collapsed in sexual exhaustion during the sleepover, he was
smiling but kept enough distance to stop any suspicion of a relationship
between us.

The flight went on and on. I dozed, went to the toilet, read my book, read
the in-flight magazine. I even read the instructions about what to do if
the plane sank. I was sat beside Chloe for the whole trip. She had been
annoyed that the security checks had a problem with her and her brother
looking nothing like their passport photos, apparently they weren't Goths
when they had applied for their passports. She had pouted and sulked for
maybe an hour; eventually boredom and monotony got the better of her as
well. She slept most of the trip only waking up for the meals.

A car was waiting for us at the airport. I felt so special to have a guy
holding a board up for us.

Eventually we were in Guatemala, in a villa that was a marked contrast to
the Thai monastery that I had been in less than a week before. I was a true
jet setter.

The villa was a white stone affair, with lots of rooms and all mod
cons. The whole thing was in the middle of a working coffee
plantation. Chloe's dad had to arrange some sort of finance with the
plantation owner and we were staying in guest quarters. If these were the
guest quarters, the main house must have been a palace.

We did the usual exploring routine for the first two days, until it dawned
on us that we were really in the middle of nowhere and the nearest city was
hundreds of miles away. Chloe's mum disappeared to one of these cities for
'a day or two', Chloe couldn't stand the prospect of simply chilling out so
she went along. I was offered a chance to join the power shoppers but
turned it down, apart from anything else I simply didn't have the
disposable cash of my hosts and didn't want to appear a charity case for
them to fund. I also had some needs to fill if Liam was going to be around
to fill them. The shopping trip left just Liam and me in the care of
Chloe's dad, who was almost immediately disappearing from before dawn to
gone midnight on his business affairs.

Chloe's dad was already away when a car collected Chloe and her mum for the
long journey. We waved at the car until it passed out of sight.

We chased some of the plantation workers' kids out of the pool. They seemed
to be there every morning, no one minded much but it was simply the done
thing to shoo them away once in a while. They scampered off laughing and
giggling. With an empty pool inviting us in, it seemed that we were going
for a swim. I was going to suggest skinny-dipping but Liam was already
heading back into the house to get changed.

Liam met up with me as I walked back through the kitchen. He was wearing
his usual dark blue swimming briefs. The object of my desire forming its
usual distorted mass in the crotch clinging lycra. The thick tube was
curved in its usual hood over the huge double mass that formed the boy's
balls. The weight of the organ was leaning slightly forward away from his
stomach before the dark nylon held it from falling further.

He saw me looking and said, "We don't have to swim." He grinned as I looked
up at him. He laughed his lovely laugh, "Hey it was worth a try."

We both strode out to the poolside; he reached across to take my hand. We
actually walked to the poolside holding hands like a couple of lovesick
school kids. He spun me round until I faced him and then stepped back,
still holding both my hands, to take an appraisal of my body.

I had bought a new bikini for the trip. It wasn't too provocative; mum had
been with me when I chose it. It was light blue with the highest cut legs
that I could find. Liam smiled his approval and instantly we had a
wrestling match trying to upend each other into the pool.

Liam won easily but dived over the top of me almost before I had resurfaced
from the plunge. We splashed around for a while and waved as the
housekeeper said goodbye. Almost as soon as the coast was clear Liam pinned
me to the pool wall in the shallow end and pressed his lean body up against
me.

I could feel his chest crushing my breasts as his mouth sought out
mine. Within seconds we were passionately kissing, our lips welded
together, our tongues probing and pushing against each other. A hard nylon
clad lump was sliding up and down against the front of my bikini bottom.

My cute teenage lover was dry humping me! Thrusting his growing bulge
against my yearning mound. His hands were around my shoulders, his palms
roving over my shoulders, sliding over my tingling skin.

I slid my hands down his sides and forced them between our hips. He
relinquished his trusting and grinding a little allowing my hands to cup
his balls. I slid my fingertips up from his scrotum and followed the path
of his straining cock as it was held unnaturally curved to one side and
forward by the nylon of his Speedos.

As soon as my fingers brushed against the straggly cord of the swimwear, I
pulled. Thinking back it was a miracle that the bow hadn't become an
ungainly impossible knot, but luck was on my side and the bow slipped
neatly apart. A quick movement slid my hand inside the waistband to feel
Liam's knob spring free and hit my fingertips as it quickly flicked to its
full extent and rose through the gap between his flat stomach and the
stretched dark blue Lycra.

Within a second my fingers encircled his shaft. I was thrilled to feel it
throb powerfully at my touch, feeling it twitch as my hand started its
smooth glide down its length. The movement of my hand shifted Liam's
Speedos down his thighs as my hands reached completely underneath him to
squeeze his balls. He gasped and slumped forward against me, half laughing
at my playful tweak.

Liam whispered, "God, Suze I so love you." I know it sounds corny but those
little words really made my heart skip a beat. Its true I yearned the sex
but I had started to get real feelings for Liam. He had always shown real
concern for me, now he was telling me what I had hoped for. Liam loved me.

I kissed him gently on the lips just once. "I love you too Liam, I love you
so much." It seemed almost natural. All the time my hand was slowly, oh so
slowly sliding gently up and down his rock hard length. At the top of each
stroke I ran my fingers lightly over the top feeling it twitch as I did, at
the bottom of each stroke I gently stroked the slight valley between his
low hung balls.

We talked a while. Amazingly we actually chatted about our feelings for
each other as I slowly wanked the boy. It seemed so natural. Liam was so
sweet in what he felt. From time to time we punctuated our chat with a
gentle brushing of our lips.

My hand continued its gentle journey. It was almost and unconscious thing
for me, a sort of background activity. Our conversation went on, we talked
about sex. Liam was hesitating more and more but kept up the chat,
occasionally managing a smile and laugh at what was happening. We both
wanted everything sexually that the world had to offer. Our love, our true
love was between us and us alone. Our sex was to be shared between us; even
if we had a different playmate we would both try and get each other to
experience the moment.

Liam's forehead rested forward against my shoulder, his cute lips slightly
open and his eyes half shut.  A wave hit us both. I looked up. A young dark
haired head shot out of the water about halfway down the pool, facing away
from us. The head watched a boy 'bomb' into the pool at the far end.

I froze. My hand stopped its now routine path up and down Liam's straining
shaft. Liam turned his head to see the two boys who were in the water
facing away from us. "Ignore them," Liam said, "they're only kids they
won't get in our way." The two local boys had obviously seen the
housekeeper leave from the front door and simply hadn't seen us leaning
quietly, mostly submerged, against the far pool wall. They were just
stealing the use of the visitors' pool as they did most times the place was
empty.

I hesitated, not so much out of uncertainty but more out of the sudden
change in circumstances. Liam's forehead fell back against my shoulder,
"Please Suze, just ignore them." He was half laughing, half gasping - he
couldn't believe the timing of our visitors. He was just so cute in his
desperation. My hand resumed its pumping, this time deliberately much
slower. He started to grind himself into my slow moving hand.

The wicked side of me emerged a little. I pulled myself under the water,
using his shaft as a handhold. In the fuzzy underwater vision Liam's long
shaft appeared rising towards my nose. I popped my lips over the swollen
head, holding onto Liam's tense thighs to stop myself floating back up to
the surface. Liam thrust gently into my mouth a few times. I did have
visions of me bringing my cute teenager off, just yards away from an
unsuspecting audience, but I couldn't do it. When I tried to suck, water
came in. If I tried to move my head down, water went up my nose. I took my
mouth off his cock and tried to lick his length. As soon as my tongue went
out, my mouth filled with water.

Survival made me rise quickly back to the surface gasping for breath. Liam
looked half desperate but half concerned. "Its OK Suze. It's OK". My heart
went back out to my teenage lover, again more concerned about me than his
own needs.

I replied, "I have an idea." My hand on his hips, I guided him back a few
steps into a corner where a set of steps lowered into the water.  "Go up" I
said. Without hesitating he walked backwards up the steps. I had thought he
would only go up the steps a little way but he went all the way up until he
was sat on the small submerged paddling ledge that went all the way round
this end of the pool.

His Speedos were still between his thighs, I pulled them completely down as
I lunged forward playfully. The huge wave that I had created washed over
his lap as he sat back on the ledge. His knob stood completely upright
against his stomach, it was huge. Liam always was big maybe 8 inches, but I
swear that he was maybe a whole half inch larger that day.

As the wave receded, I reached over to run my fingernail over his hairy
ball sack and up the satin smooth skin of his rod. I traced the swollen
tube up the underside of his shaft, feeling the whole thing rise away from
my sliding nail. My nail traced its way around the hard ridge at the base
of his glans, around the base and then over the top. His dick was alive,
throbbing and twitching so much I had a hard time keeping my nail in
contact with the hard flesh.

I clenched my fist gently around the tube and make a single stroke down. He
gasped and rose off the ledge, just and inch or two, his buttocks pinched
in hard. I let go as soon as I had got to the base. Oh no, I wasn't going
to wank the boy. I had just cleaned the pool water droplets off his flesh.

A trickle of clear ooze ran from his slit. My tongue caught it as it
spilled over the ridge of his bell end and licked all the way back up to
the slit. The whole thing throbbed violently and a second drop of pre-cum
spilled out. I lapped his up quickly, almost at once a third drop of
pre-cum came out, before I could taste this a forth and then a fifth. I
could never keep up with that so I changed tactic.

I lowered my head to his balls; he spread his thighs apart to let me in. My
tongue snaked out and licked his left ball, up the valley that separated it
from its neighbour, before circling the very tip of my tongue on the
left. The very tip, the very hard end of my tongue, pressed hard against
the base of his shaft. As far as I could tell I couldn't have got any
lower.

Pressing hard I ran my tongue up the one side of the hard packed tube that
ran up the underside of Liam's penis, I only went up about an inch and then
licked down one side of that tube only to return up the other. Liam was
squirming, his hand resting gently on my head. I kept up the punishment,
rising slowly an inch at a time each time sliding my tongue-tip all the
back to the base before coming back up just that little bit further. Eight
inches later, after what seemed a very long time, I had reached the hard
ridge around the bottom of his dark blue glans stretched shiny and
glistening with pre-cum that was now flowing freely. His dick was quivering
at attention.

Liam was leaning back against the actual pool edge. I don't mean casually
leaning back; he was kind of arched back. His smooth flat stomach was
showing the slightly ridges of a teenage six pack (yummy) and his hips were
straining towards me. Liam was open-mouthed; sometimes his head was thrown
back gasping or staring along his own gorgeous body at the attention that
his cock was getting.

I smiled at his pent up lust, determined to try and tease my love to the
ultimate extent. My left hand juggled his balls gently as my thumb kept his
shaft as still as it could. I used my whole tongue, my whole rough tongue,
to lick around the top of his glans, trying to get as much of the sensitive
top in contact with my tongue as I could. I swirled my tongue around and
around faster and faster, until it was actually starting to hurt. Without
any pause I dropped my mouth down onto his shaft and sucked hard.

Liam jumped at the sudden change, his whole body spasmed. I heard him
gasp. I wondered if he had cum, but felt sure that I would feel or taste
something else. Despite all my experience I had never had a boy cum in my
mouth before - something I was determined to do.

I started to slide my lips up and down his shaft. He was too long for me to
get him all in, but I managed to work my way maybe halfway down. I slid my
lips slowly up and down, allowing my tongue to work its way around whatever
part of his shaft I was on at the time.

I looked up at Liam, he looked as strained as I had thought he would
be. What was shocking was the boy sat beside him!

To my surprise out two trespassers were sat side by side on the pool edge
on Liam's left side. Although Liam was sat on the slightly lower paddling
shelf and the boys were sat on the higher pool edge, the boy that was
directly beside Liam had Liam's shoulder rubbing against his lower
leg. Liam must have known that the boys were there but obviously hadn't
cared or, thinking back, maybe wasn't in a position to do or say
anything. Well it was too late for me to ask anything. My gaze met he
sparkling wide eyes of the nearest boy and I managed a smile despite the
teenage cock that filled my mouth. The boy smiled nervously back.

Liam was thrusting gently into my mouth, desperate to get me to speed
up. My ball-juggling fingers suddenly found that the balls didn't roll back
towards them anymore; they had risen hard against Liam's body. It dawned on
me that maybe they did that ready to dump their load. Almost in
confirmation Liam gasped out his warning. "Suze, I'm gonna cum."

My hand rose quickly from his balls and grabbed the lower part of his
shaft. My hand pumped hard and fast as my mouth powered up and down the top
of his shaft. Liam's whole body spasmed once more and he grunted "uh, uh,
uh". With each grunt I felt a hot slimy splat against the roof of my mouth
as his seed spilled into my mouth. My tongue was swamped with salty goo. I
started to swallow continuously desperate to clear the back of my throat of
the hot load that spewed into it.  The deluge eased and then stopped after
maybe ten hot gushes had flushed into my mouth. I left my mouth in place
and started to clean that wonderful teenage shaft of every spot of its boy
juice. It started to wilt in my mouth, still long but definitely more
rubbery. After maybe another 30 seconds it was a half hard hose that
dropped from my lips.

Liam leaned forward and kissed me passionately on the lips. "Suze," he
gasped, "that was fantastic. God, Suze, thank you." He fell back to lean
against the pool edge, leaning against the leg of the nearest boy. My sweet
and considerate lover looked up a second later. He was still regaining his
breath but he said, "Sorry Suze, that wasn't much for you. I will make it
up to you."

I clambered up onto the paddling ledge, to end up sitting astride him. I
leaned forward to kiss him tenderly. "Liam, it was great for me." And
kissed him again. I looked up at the two boys who didn't quite know what
they were supposed to do now the floorshow was over. "Aren't you going to
introduce me to my friends?" I asked jokingly.

Liam laughed, "I don't think they were invited!"  Liam leaned around me to
retrieve his Speedos that were now floating just beside me.

The two imps looked half amused, half terrified. The one who was beside
Liam pointed at his own chest and said something, then at his friend and
said something else. He repeated this a few times until Liam said, "I think
this one is called Mikey or something like that, and the other is Taylor or
something." Liam pointed at himself and said "Liam" then at me and said,
"Sex queen Suzie."

I laughed at Liam's joke, stretching out an ache in my back, my hips moving
forward a little so my bikini clad mound rested against Liam's half hard
organ. Of course he realised what had happened but still joked, "Jeepers
Suze, give a guy a chance to recover a little huh. Why not pick on them for
a change?"

It was clear Liam was dropping a hint. The boys hadn't understood the words
but had stared unblinking, as my bikini had pushed against Liam's
penis. They had seen Liam motion towards them as he had spoken. The boys
exchanged nervous glances as their imagination tried to fill in what was
being said by these two sex crazed visitors.

Mikey appeared to be the oldest, maybe 13 or 14, he was slim and dark
skinned, his black hair stuck out in all directions in a cute sort of
way. A perfect white smile was stuck on his face. He had a pair of half
drying light blue boxer shorts on; a single button closed the opening in
the front. I wasn't surprised, none of the local boys seemed to own
swimwear, they just stripped to their underwear and dived in. A hard rod
was stood up in the light blue cotton.

Taylor was definitely younger, maybe 12. He wasn't slim so much as
skinny. He was dark skinned and dark haired. He wore a small pair of plain
yellow briefs. There were no openings as far as I could see; they had just
about dried in the hot sun.

Mikey saw me glance at his crotch and panicked. He tried to stand up but
his leg was pinned to the pool wall by Liam's back. Liam grabbed at the
boy's leg to stop his escape. The boy stumbled over the lip of the pool and
saved himself by lowering himself to the poolside deck. I was on him in a
flash. Sat astride his stomach and holding his flailing arms gently to the
floor. Liam was stood up, pulling on his Speedos. He didn't bother with the
draw cord, just pulled the dark nylon on enough to save what modesty could
be salvaged from these two young voyeurs.

Taylor stayed sat on the pool edge, laughing at his friend now being pinned
to the floor by this sex mad girl. He was jabbering away in some foreign
lingo to his fallen friend, definitely a teasing banter between them. This
was no panic or fright; to these two boys this was a game maybe a little
reluctant but definitely an intriguing game.

I wiggled back a little until my butt found the end of his dick tangled in
the cloth of his boxers. I kept moving back until my mound was resting on
his balls. Tantalisingly I ran my hands quickly down his body, across his
stomach and onto the cotton of his shorts. The boy strained his neck
forward to stare at my hands' progress.

There was no hesitation, no pause, my fingers wrapped around his cloth-clad
organ. It was a little soft but hardened quickly as I touched it. I could
actually feel it extend a little further and start to strain up. I started
to wank him slowly, grinding my own mound against his balls as I did so.

The thrill of sucking Liam had got me aroused but it wasn't the usual sort
of out of control arousal I had come to love. It was a more lustful sort of
arousal, a desire to control and dominate - rather than lose control of my
body. Now I had a young boys balls resting on my mound, with my legs
astride him, they kept prising my vagina lips apart and pressing very
slightly inside me. Slowly and from deep inside me a hot liquid began to
drip out. The boy squirmed a little, inadvertently pressing a little higher
against me, brushing my clit.

As my own tension began to rise, I leaned forward more and more, pushing my
bikini clad clit harder against the 4-inch rod that lay hard in the boys'
shorts. As the moisture started to slowly fill me, I shuddered a little. I
rocked back and forth a few times but something was wrong. I looked down. A
dark stain filled the light blue cotton of the boys' shorts, white slime
had oozed through in places, his penis had already started to droop down in
the soaked cloth. It hadn't been that long, maybe 30 seconds. I was sure
that Artemka had lasted longer than that on his first time. It was so
frustrating; I had lit my own fuse and had nowhere to go off!

I leaned around, lunging for the other young boy, and ...


... to be continued