Date: Fri, 2 Jun 2006 18:55:45 +0100
From: mozzie@zalau.ro
Subject: Suzie #8

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 day dragged on. I got the laundry out of the machine as soon as the
door release clicked and dumped it into the drier. Before mum came home
that afternoon, the sheets were folded and in the airing cupboard and all
the clothes were stored in my chest of drawers.

About 7pm Claire called to say she was on her way over and, yes, Marc was
with her. I knew she would be about 20 minutes, so I took a shower and
started to get changed. I smiled to myself as I had taken Claire at her
word about swapping our panties. I knew she would get a laugh out of seeing
me wearing her tanga briefs. I slid them up my thighs and pulled them up
enjoying the taut sheer material as it stretched across my mound. I
smoothed my palm slowly and firmly over the front of them. I was smoothing
both of my hands over my cotton-clad butt, imagining Claire as she had worn
them just hours earlier. I had to stop myself, if I carried on like that I
would end up fingering myself and I really wanted to save everything for
the night ahead. I slipped on some casual clothes.

I walked down to Artemka's room and tapped on the door. Almost immediately
the door opened. Lord, he was keen. I smiled and suggested he take a shower
too. He nodded eagerly. I don't think he fully understood what was to
happen, I think that he imagined we had some sort of game plan, but he
seemed willing to simply go along with any suggestion that was made. I
remembered that I had washed Artemka's briefs this morning and stowed them
in my room. I collected them and went to pass them to him in the bathroom.

I tapped on the bathroom door. Artemka opened it a little and peered round
the door. Seeing me, he opened the door a little further and waved me
inside. I handed him his briefs and he put them on the top of the towel
rail. He was bare-chested and bare-footed, wearing his grey jog pants. I
stepped forward placing my hands on his shoulders, sliding my fingertips
slowly down his lovely smooth chest, over his nipples and across his
stomach. I stopped at the waistband of his joggers, seeing the now familiar
growing bulge at his crotch. I quickly ran my hand down over the hard lump,
feeling it rise against my palm. Then I winked at him, giggled and moved to
the door. Artemka looked at his crotch and then at me - I opened the door
and stepped out, smiling. He smiled back, amused at my teasing. I closed
the door and walked away, hearing the shower switch on a few moments later.

Mum was tidying away the dinner things. She actually reminded me that
Claire, Marc and Greg were coming over to do the history project. Almost on
cue, Claire arrived with Marc.

I hadn't really met Marc before. I think I had seen him on the far side of
a party at some stage. He was taller than any of us, brown hair, slim and
even a few freckles. He wasn't exactly cute, but he wasn't bad looking. He
was just an average guy the kind that you find by the dozen in schools
across the world. He smiled and said a simple hello.

Claire actually had a bag of folders and history books. Oh yes, this girl
was good. She mentioned casually, but certain that mum would hear "Greg
says he will be late, he'll call if he can't make it." Perfect, the scene
was set.

The three of us bundled up into my room and spread the books and folders
around. Then the basic flaw in our plan hit us, how could we justify
getting Artemka into my room to help with a school project that he simply
couldn't understand. We chatted all sorts of nonsense for a while when
there was a knock at the door. I dreaded if Artemka, not understanding, was
simply going to walk in and join us - risking blowing the whole thing. It
was mum, with Artemka stood behind her; she was going to take Artemka with
her to get a pizza in case we needed a feast later tonight.

This was promising, it seemed that mum was already anticipating a
sleepover. Then Marc had an inspiration. He stood up and introduced himself
to Artemka. Marc thumbed through a history book until he found a map of
Russia, something to do with the Russian Revolution. Marc asked Artemka if
he knew where such and such an important place was on the map, to me it was
obvious that Marc was simply reading the place names he could see but, to
mum, it would have looked like we were struggling to find things. Artemka
happily pointed out place after place, not questioning what was going
on. The groundwork set, Marc asked if Artemka could stay and help us when
they got back from the pizza trip.

Mum was delighted that we were involving Artemka. She simply wasn't aware
that he had been paid anything other than passing attention in the past few
days. It was building a perfect cover too; as far as mum was concerned
nothing could happen with a perfect stranger like Artemka in the room. Mum
even asked if Greg had called yet, we simply replied that we hadn't heard
anything but he had better get her soon. As they left to collect the pizza,
Artemka looked back curiously. He probably understood that we were working
some sort of scam that he didn't understand, but needed reassurance that he
wasn't going to miss out on anything. A simple 'thumbs up' from me brought
a huge smile as he climbed into Mum's car.

We chatted away about anything and everything. No one seemed to want to ask
what, if anything, was planned for tonight. Half an hour later mum's car
pulled into the drive and, within a few minutes, she was knocking at the
door.

Mum ushered Artemka inside, luckily Marc had had the presence of mind to
pick up the history book at the first knock. Almost immediately the two
boys were sat on the floor, with Artemka pointing out places on the map and
Marc making some sort of notes.

Mum apologising for the interruption "Its 9.30 now, it looks like you're
going to stay, is Marc staying on too?" We nodded in a 'guess-so' sort of
way, so she continued "OK when you're done Marc can sleep in Artemka's room
provided the two of them get on OK and Artemka is absolutely OK with it,
understand? Otherwise Marc, you'll have to use the sofa in the lounge. The
pizza is in the fridge; you'll have to pop it in the microwave for a minute
to warm it up. We're going to bed now, don't you guys stay up too late,
it's a school day tomorrow remember."

With lots of nods, mumbled thanks and reassurances, we saw mum out of the
door. A few seconds after the door clicked shut, we risked a muted cheer -
game on!

We all sort looked at each other for about ten minutes, chatting about
nothing in particular, no one knowing quite knowing how to start. We all
jumped at the knock on the door, mum poked her head around. "If Greg does
turn up, I've put a note on the door for him to call your cell phone to be
let in. Try not to wake the whole house - goodnight."

The door closed again and we all breathed a huge sigh. I waited a few
minutes and stole down the hallway, checking that my parents were both
settling in their room for the night. Reassured, I ran silently back to my
room.

The two boys were huddled crossed-legged around on Claire. In her hand she
had a dildo, just like the one we had used for condom practice in the sex
education classes. It was making a low buzzing noise. Claire offered it to
me "You ever used one of these Suze?" I took it in my hand. It was
vibrating! I held it and slowly rolled it in my hand almost in awe, the
possibilities of this new toy were endless. Claire grinned at my stunned
silence and said "I guess that's a 'no' then."

I passed it back to Claire. As she held it Artemka reached over and put his
finger on its tip, almost recoiling at the low intensity vibration. Claire
twisted something on the base and said "Try again" sort of half-pushing it
in Artemka's direction. He reached out once more; clearly the vibration was
more intense as he looked up with a wide-eyed awe-struck gaze on his face.

Claire lowered it quickly and rested it lengthways on Artemka's
crotch. Instinctively he tried to recoil away but couldn't react that fast
as he was still sat cross-legged and had to uncross his ankles
first. "Quick hold him!" Claire said to no one in particular. Marc reacted
very fast and moved right in to kneel behind Artemka. Marc wrapped his arms
around Artemka and pulled the young Ukrainian back down.  This left Artemka
sat between Marc's knees with his legs sprayed out in front of him.

Artemka was struggling very slightly but not really making any great effort
to escape. Claire leaned forward again, pressing the length of the vibrator
against Artemka's crotch. After a short while of trying to find the best
spot in the loose material of his loose fitting jog pants, Claire made a
sigh and pulled at the furled elastic waistband. Despite his 'struggling'
Artemka lifted his butt to allow Claire to pull the jogging trousers
completely off, she took a second to take his socks off while she was at
the boy's feet. Claire was definitely taking control "Get his top, Marc."
Marc released his light bear hug to pull Artemka's T-shirt off over the
boy's head. Again, despite the 'struggling' Artemka obligingly lifted both
his arms to allow his T-shirt to be pulled away.

Almost without thinking Marc dropped his arms back around Artemka's smooth
bare chest. Artemka was now lying back between Marc's outstretched knees
wearing only his brilliant white briefs that almost glowed in the dimly lit
room. "That's better," said Claire. She leaned forward. Artemka's tool was
still curved down around his well-filled sack, held in that tight ball by
the heavy material of his underwear. Claire ran the tip of the vibrator
down one of the two seams that ran down from the waistband and around each
side of the crotch. As the blunt end of the machine passed around under
Artemka's groin, ready to follow the other seam back up to the waistband,
Artemka gasped and involuntarily squirmed.

Claire kept the vibrator moving around and around this path. The bulge in
Artemka's briefs was really prominent. Claire held the vibrator still at
the very point where the head of the boy's dick was straining out against
the material. She smiled as Artemka writhed against the buzzing
probe. Suddenly Claire pulled the instrument away and clicked it off. After
what had maybe been ten minutes of incessant buzzing, the silence was
deafening. "Marc's turn" Claire announced.

Marc looked a little startled and tried to get up, but Artemka was still
sat between his knees and that slowed him down long enough for Claire and
me to grab an arms each. Artemka caught on to what was happening and turned
around. Marc was putting up a very token resistance as Claire and me,
laughing, pinned him to the floor. Between the two of us we pulled his
sweatshirt up and over his head followed by his T-shirt, obligingly he left
his arm up over his head while we pulled the clothes off, so we could
re-pin him afterwards.

Artemka was knelt in front of all this. He had put his hand inside his
tight briefs and pulled his penis up to it now lay as a long shrouded tube
at a slight angle towards his waistband. Obviously the way it was before
had been uncomfortable.

Claire spoke to Artemka "Get his jeans off." The boy simply looked up and
smiled, not understanding what he had been told to do. I tried, making a
dramatic display of holding Marc's 'struggling' arms down. "Art, get his
jeans off him" I nodded at Marc's legs and then over towards Artemka's own
trousers that lay in a heap nearby. Artemka smiled again and reached down
to Marc's waistband.

Artemka undid the button and pulled down Marc's zipper before pulling at
the jeans waistband. Marc obliging lifted his hips to allow his trousers to
be pulled down. Marc's black boxer shorts caught with the descending
waistband and were half pulled down before they freed themselves. Artemka
was tugging the tangled jeans from Marc's feet and was trying to pull off
his socks at the same time; it certainly wasn't the easiest way to do
it. Marc's boxers lay at a weird angle. One side was just below his
hipbone; the other side was nearly on his thigh, the elastic waistband
stretched across revealing the hairy base of the V formed by his
stomach. One of the legs was fully pulled down his thigh; the other was all
scrunched up. He looked so vulnerable like this.

Artemka has finally managed to get Marc's socks and jeans clean off. So
there we were, two fully clothed girls in the same room as two boys dressed
only in their underwear - we were definitely in charge of this party, and
it felt so good. Claire kept up the dramatic pinning of Marc's arms,
although Marc wasn't really struggling at all by this time. "Artemka" she
said, and nodded to the vibrator that had been left on the floor. Artemka
picked the black plastic tube up and held it out to Claire. Again Claire
made dramatic efforts to show she had to use both hands to pin Marc
down. "No, you" she said and nodded towards Marc's groin.

Artemka hesitated and looked uncertainly at me, I smiled and nodded
encouragingly. Artemka looked closely at the vibrator and twisted the base,
until the buzzing was about as loud as it could get. Artemka lowered the
vibrator to Marc's boxers. There was a clear outline of a long tube curving
down between Marc's legs; it was starting to press upwards in anticipation
of what was going to happen. Artemka touched the vibrating tip to the
underneath of the very end of Marc's penis. The effect was instant. Marc's
tool rose quickly with Artemka keeping the vibrator in contact with the tip
all the way. Marc's erection went past vertical until it fell to lie
against his stomach, just snagged slightly on the cloth.

"Wow" said Claire "that was quick, it just shows what a little knowledge of
what boys like and where is a wonderful thing."

Artemka freed the tangle that had caught Marc's swollen shaft, and was
running the vibrator slowly up and down the underside of tube, running it
over the top of the head on each pass. Even from where I was, I could see
Marc's tool rising powerfully to meet the vibrator as it passed over the
top. One very powerful throb actually made Marc writhe and gasp, his shaft
moved to where it was now under one edge of the skewed waistband. Artemka
went to pull the elastic back up; Claire said, "No, take them off." I was
getting ready to retransmit the message but Artemka had understood. He
looked up and grinned before lifting the boxers carefully over Marc's
erection and sliding them down and off. Of course, 'struggling' Marc lifted
his butt to allow them to be pulled away.

I could see why Claire had stayed with Marc. It was true he was nowhere as
cute as Artemka but his cock looked huge, it was straining up from between
his legs and hovering a few inches clear of his stomach. Claire saw me
staring and said "Good eh"

Artemka returned from pulling the shorts off Marc's feet and, with no
hesitation, laid the tip of the vibrator, directly onto the little channel
that was on the underside of Marc's dickhead. Marc's straining organ rose
powerfully, I could see it actually pushed the vibrator up with it, his
hips rose and his breath spilled out. Claire said, "See what I mean, they
know where and what."  She looked back at Artemka who was slowly running
the sex aid around and around the top of Marc's jumping organ. "Whoa boy,
lets not finish him off too soon," she said, and put her hand out to get
the vibrator back.

Claire let go of Marc who simply lay unmoved even after he was let
go. Claire walked on her knees towards Artemka and pressed the
still-working vibrator against the thick rubbery tube now lolling in his
briefs.  The two of them were knelt up facing each other. Claire muttered
to no one in particular, "Now what did he do?" She pulled Artemka's brief
unceremoniously down until they were part way down his thighs. The boy
smiled and sat back to pull them off altogether. Even as he was doing this,
Claire reached down and pulled Artemka's growing shaft up and pressed the
vibrator directly onto the same channel that he had unwittingly shown
Claire just a few minutes earlier.  The effect was instant; Artemka's tool
rose powerfully and stood almost vertically.

Marc had sat up to watch the two of them. He looked at me enquiringly and
touched the back of my hand. He lifted my hand and placed it squarely on
top of his hard shaft. It throbbed powerfully at the first touch. I ran my
hand slowly down marvelling at it length until my fingers cupped his
balls. Marc turned and kissed me, his hand touching the side of my face.

Claire looked back and said, "Strewth Suze, lets make them work for it." I
wasn't sure what she meant but I was happy enough to let her run the show -
I was very sure it would be fun whatever it was.

She pulled at Artemka's hand, guiding him so he sort of shuffled on his
bottom across the floor towards Marc and me. She kept on pulling the boy
even though he was at Marc's feet. After a bit of pushing Artemka realised
what she wanted. The two boys ended up sat face to face with their legs
splayed out in front of them. Claire was supporting Artemka's back with her
knee. I was knelt directly behind Marc, so he was leaning back slightly
against me. The boys' legs were intertwined with Artemka right thigh being
over Marc's left, and Marc's right thigh being over Artemka's left.

Claire kept pushing the two boys closer together until their groins
touched. It looked strangely erotic to see their two balls sacs pressing
into each other. On one side was Marc's large balls covered in a thick
layer of light brown coarse hair, on the other was Artemka's slightly
smaller pair covered with a much sparser covering of darker hair. From this
joined sex charged hormone factory was two hard shafts. Marc's was slightly
thicker than Artemka's although, now they were close enough to compare; it
wasn't that much thicker. Marc's had a thick vein winding its way up to the
top and his foreskin was all the way back revealing the whole of his
head. Artemka's was smooth by comparison and slightly darker in colour; his
foreskin was still covering a little part of his head. Artemka's was curved
very slightly back towards his stomach; Marc's was curved quite a lot over
to his right.

As we looked the boys' cocks started to loll. Claire said "Lets get them
charged, Suze, come on work your magic, girl." She used her hand to turn
Artemka's face and started to kiss him gently on the lips, gradually
opening her mouth more and more with his mouth following the lead. Slowly I
could see her tongue moving, darting into his mouth before she kissed him
powerfully. Her hand splayed into the hair on the back of his head, the
other hand running smoothly over his smooth young chest and over the hard
pack of muscles that formed his stomach.

There was no subtle build up with Marc once he saw this. He reached up and
almost grabbed my chin, turning me to face him. His lips met mine and his
tongue went pushing into my mouth. His hand stole up my T-shirt and started
kneading my breast roughly.

Claire, still kissing Artemka, looked across and reached over to pull
Marc's hand off my breast, giving him a reproachful 'be patient' look. She
stared at me and then looked down, guiding my gaze to follow hers.

Both boys were again fully erect; our 'magic' had worked. Marc's shaft was
a head longer than Artemka's ... literally. The tip of Artemka's tool was
just about level with the ridge around Marc's swollen head.

Marc was still kissing me but, as I looked at the swaying rods above the
boys' nestling groins, I saw the vibrator come into sight. Claire was
slowly moving the silent plastic toy into positio almost touching the boys
hardened tools. Awkwardly she managed to twist the base one-handed by using
the heel of her hand and the familiar buzzing roared up between us. Before
the boys could register the sound, Claire had both of their shafts hold
with the working vibrator trapped firmly between them.

To my surprise there was no immediate jump at this. Both boys looked at
each other and smiled despite continuing to kiss us. I think that Claire
realised this too, because she let the bundle of flesh and plastic tubes go
and removed the sex toy. She spun it around like a majorette's baton in her
fingers until she had it hold properly. She placed it squarely on the top
of Marc's unprotected dick and ran it swiftly down the slit and past the
channel in rim of the swollen head. Without a pause Artemka's tool got the
same treatment an instant later.

Now that did get a reaction from both boys, they both flinched and their
dicks rose, I thought I saw a very slight squirt of white shoot from Marc's
slit, what was it that Claire had called it yesterday? Precum? Yes, that
was it ... precum. Sure enough there it was running as a single drop just a
little way down Marc's shaft.

Claire saw me looking and broke her kiss with Artemka to speak. "Marc just
oozes precum, Suze, you wait ..." She looked at the boys' shafts. I broke
my kiss with Marc, but with more difficulty than Claire had. Artemka's
foreskin was now all the way back and both boys' dickheads were shiny and
purple. Marc's head was larger than Artemka's. There was a thick tube
running up the underside of Artemka's penis. Claire pointed this out,
running her fingernail up its length. As Artemka flinched, Claire said
"Looks like this one is ready to shoot, Suze. Marc's does that when it's
full and spunk is lining up in there to get out. The trick is to fill that
and fill it again without letting it out." She smiled, as if to make her
point she scooped up the spot of precum from Marc's shaft and rubbed it
back into his slit.

An amazing situation, the two of us still fully clothed with two completely
naked highly aroused oversexed boys sandwiched between us. We were sat
casually comparing them and almost talking tactics and these lust-craving
teenagers weren't going to object.

"Suze," Claire continued, "remember how Artemka lost it when he was
watching us last night?" "Uh huh" I replied.

Marc interrupted "What you two together and I missed out, lets have a
replay." Claire stopped him, clearly she was in charge, "Maybe, its our
turn now. Lets see you and him getting it on."

Marc looked like he was going to seriously object to this and I was
instantly worried that Claire might have just killed the night's plans.

To be continued