Chapter 16

Then the record started playing.

“Other bees have buzzed around my hive
But none till you made me feel alive...”

He had their song!

He came back to the bed and kissed her before sitting down with his back to her. He stripped off his tee shirt first, and she stroked his bare back while he took off his shoes. Still with his back to her, he stood to strip off his jeans and underpants. Then he turned.

It wasn’t the first hardon she’d seen, but it looked a lot larger and more blatant sticking out from his naked body than Charlie’s had seemed peeking out of his fly when he was sitting down. She started, much too late, to have second thoughts.

He came over to kiss her again. This was, she soon decided again, right. He moved his hand under the sheet he’d covered her with. He stroked from her breast to her mound and back again. “The record,” he said when the song was over. He went back to put the needle at the beginning again.

“Other bees have buzzed around my hive
But none till you made me feel alive
Honey, I want you to be, be, be
My honeybee.”

He came back and got under the sheet with her. He kissed her again before opening something and rolling it on his hardon. “We,” he whispered, “don’t want any babies.” He got between her legs and kissed her mouth once before kissing her breasts.

“You should fly along with me
I want you for my honeybee
Honey, I want you to be, be, be
My honeybee.”

His hand was down there, stroking her, parting her labia. He moved so his face was above hers. Then his hardon was right there. “Sandy,” he said, “I do love you.”

“My honeybee must never roam
Stay here by your honey’s honeycomb
Honey, I want you to be, be, be
My honeybee.”

And he was her honeybee, and he stung her. But the hurt was his love. “Oh, Sandy!” he said for one more time. Then he was moving in her. She felt him press against her down there, move back and press against her several more times. He pressed harder than ever, and she felt him throbbing in her center.

Still gasping, he moved so that his weight only pressed on her down there. “I love you,” he said. “Are you all right?”

“Compared to the bull and some stallions Aurora had seen, his shaft was not large. Somehow, it frightened her all the same. She looked at his face instead. They had one more kiss before he pulled at the top of her shift. She raised her arms as she had done for her mother as a little girl. They were both naked now. He spread the shift over the other clothes and helped her down onto this bed.

“He kissed her forehead as he had once kissed his little sister’s; he felt as protective now as then. But he also felt ten times as desirous as he had ever felt with the whore at the market town. Once he started kissing her breasts, he couldn’t stop. He scattered pecks over the smooth surface before setting down to sucking the pink tips. When she pulled him tighter to her, it released what restraints were left. He sucked with all his strength.

“She thrilled to his kisses and more to his sucking. She was in heaven when she pulled him tight against her breast. The sting brought her back. ‘Ow!’

“He raised his head immediately. ‘Oh, did I hurt you? Should I stop?’ Well, yes, he had hurt her, but the stopping hurt even more.

“‘Softly, ‘ she said. Her hands were still entwined in his hair. She moved his head to her other nipple. ‘Do it softly.’ Taking both permission and direction, Lawrence sucked on that nipple softly. He was now lying with his torso half on hers. With his one free hand, he stroked whatever else of her he could reach. He wasn’t an experienced lover, aiming for the hot spots. He was a man obsessed, touching every part of his obsession. When this touch finally did pass between her legs, Aurora had an instant of worry. Moisture was running between her lower lips, and she feared that it was blood. But it was not her time of the month, and the sensations commanded too much attention to leave room for the worry. Having hurt her once, Lawrence was especially careful to be gentle. He explored her femininity with his fingers while sucking on her breast with his mouth. They remained at that stage for some time.”

Larry had been stroking between Dawn’s thighs while he told of Lawrence’s hand between Aurora’s. Now, he stopped talking and kissed all over her breasts. When he reached a nipple, he licked and sucked. He parted her labia and eased two fingers between them. He stroked her warmth in time with his licks on her nipple. When she began to tense, he slipped the fingers deep within her.

“Larry?” she said.

He abandoned the nipple to say “Yes.” He didn’t know quite what her question was, but this was a time for “yes.” He kissed the underside of her breast and down her abdomen. It was a lovely abdomen, a flautist’s abdomen taut under his lips. It tasted of salt and just slightly of Dawn. Also, one long kiss involved his resting his chin heavily just at the top of her pubic hair. The pressure on the outside helped him find her G spot. He was rubbing this very slowly as he kissed another path back up her body. The nipple on her far breast was pointing up asking for his attention long before he reached it.

Dawn had been lulled by the story of Aurora. Larry’s mild petting had been more soothing than arousing. It had maintained her lovely voluptuous mood without evoking any acute need. The early stage of kisses and caresses gradually added an edge of need to the satisfaction. Just when the need overcame the lassitude Larry’s fingers intruded.

She felt taken, dominated, possessed. But from that moment her desire increased. Her breasts ached for his attention while he was kissing her belly. When her left breast finally did get some attention, the sensation from the suction fed the desire rather than satisfying it. She pulled his head onto her breast, arched against his hand, and came in great waves. Finally, she pushed his hand away. “No more. Please.”

Larry felt her tense against him. Then she was shuddering and writhing and squeezing his fingers inside her. He continued inciting her until her hands and voice asked him to stop.

“No more,” he said. He hoped he didn’t sound as smug as he felt. He gave her a little breathing room but lay close enough to kiss her moist temple. He watched the rise and fall of her breasts. That slowed gradually. “When last we left them,” he said, “Lawrence and Aurora were learning about petting.” Dawn turned a smile toward him. “You interested?”

“Oh yes,” she said. “Tell me more.” They shared a sweet kiss; he licked her lips but didn’t intrude. He lay flat and put a pillow on his shoulder.

“Then come lie here,” he said. They adjusted until they were comfortable with her lying against him with her left arm across his chest and his left arm behind her back. “Comfy,” he asked. She nodded.

“When last we left them,” he repeated, “Lawrence and Aurora were learning about petting. Lawrence had been dreaming about her breasts. His kisses had moved rapidly to them and fixed on the nipples. Some time passed, however, before his hand found her center. Once it was there, neither of them had the slightest idea what he should do.

“Aurora trusted him completely, not because she suspected even the minimal experience which he had, but because trust was part of her love for Lawrence.

“Lawrence wanted to conquer this woman, cover and pierce her as the bull had the cow, as the wagon man had his wife; he wanted to cherish and protect this girl, hold her and shield her as he had held no one else in his life; but he also wanted to explore her. When he began exploring, Aurora spread her legs to permit it. Encouraged, he held all the furry softness in his hand. Then he stroked and petted the outer lips.

“By the time he parted these, Aurora could hardly hold still.

“Lightly as he could, Lawrence stroked up the slick groove. When he passed over a bump at the top, Aurora gasped. He stopped immediately and abandoned her breast to look at her. ‘Did I hurt you, ‘ he asked. ‘Should I stop, may I please go on if I’m gentle?’

“‘No. yes.’ Aurora didn’t know what question she was answering. He was watching her face with evident concern. Finally, she pulled herself together. ‘Please go on. I’m yours.’

“Lawrence had never had a sweeter request. He watched her eyes as he stroked her moisture upward again. When he passed over that bump, she pulled him down for a kiss. Mouths open, breathing into each other, they played tag with their tongues. After a moment, his fingers returned to their stroking.

“Aurora parted her legs further and raised her pelvis to meet his hand. She no longer tried to restrain her body as it wiggled in response to Lawrence’s tickling strokes. Soon, her whole lower body was undulating under Lawrence’s hand.

“He was as ignorant of what was happening as she was, but he could tell that this was a response of pleasure.

“Aurora had never felt anything like this. First, she was conscious of every sensation from his tongue against hers and is fingers against her center. Then she could attend only to the warmth which spread through her body and her own motions in response to it. Then a flame swept out from her loins to her head and her toes. The flame flickered before her eyes, and she cried out. Then she floated in nothingness.

“Lawrence was enjoying her warm mouth and her warmer valley. The hands holding him to her mouth and the movement of her groin told him that he was as desired as he was desirous. Then she stiffened under him. He didn’t know what was wrong, but she spread her legs even wider. Guessing that this signaled a continuing acceptance of him, he kept on stroking in the hopes that she would return to her soft wave-like motions. Instead, she pressed up against his hand. She shuddered as if she had the ague and groaned into his mouth. Then she dropped limp.

“He had never seen a real female orgasm, and the imitation that he had seen was nothing like this. He stared at her face in panic until she came around. ‘What’s wrong?’ she asked him.

““What happened to you? Are you all right?’

“‘I’m wonderful. I don’t know. Oh, hold me.’ That was a request that he was more than willing to fulfill. He held her gently and then, when she tightened her arms around him in response, hugged her fiercely. His erection had softened during his panic, but the combination of relief and holding the naked girl in his arms stiffened him again.

“When she struggled to breathe, he eased his hold on her. ‘Are you truly all right?’ he asked.

“‘I have never felt better. I just need you to hold me like this for a few minutes. I liked the hug, but I couldn’t breathe.’ He held her. He dared a kiss to her forehead, and then looked to see how she had taken it. She looked pleased, so he kissed everything he could reach except her mouth. Soon she pulled him down for a real kiss until she was out of breath again.

• ... *

‘Do you want me to go on?’ he asked. He felt that he would die if he didn’t; he felt that he would die if he hurt her again.

“She took a long time answering. Lawrence was looking at her with love and concern in his face. She didn’t want to have him go on; she did want to have him lying over her like this. She wanted him forever. Suddenly, she nodded. He began moving again.

“He took the time to kiss the one tear running down her temple. Then he raised himself up. His strokes through the tight clasp of the woman he loved were infinitely more sensual than those past ones through the looser grip of a woman he had despised. He had been highly charged by the entire morning’s experience. After only a few strokes he felt the forces gathering behind him. His body sped up without any conscious decision. Then he drove forward and pulsed his seed into her.

“Aurora felt stirrings within her like those his tongue had produced, but each time a twinge of pain would cancel them. She concentrated on his face above hers and his movements against her body. He looked loving and concerned, then he looked hungry. And then he sped up and his face looked agonized. After driving inward, causing another twinge, he looked blissful. She had never seen anyone look so satisfied.

“‘It means that to him?’ she thought. She wondered if she had looked so content after he had tongued her to glory. Being that important to another human being, to the man she loved more than any other person, was worth the pain.

“Still lying on top of her, Lawrence kissed her in silent thanks and apology. When they finally started to put themselves together, they discovered that his cock, her thighs, and the shift were all covered with his seed mixed with a little blood.”

“I took those off before I got into bed. It’s just that the room was cold, and the floor was dirty. It wasn’t a time for bare feet. Anyway, the bed was truly cold. So, I’m lying there shivering. Tommy was smarter than I was, though. He dragged a chair over to the bed and got undressed right there. Then he took down his shorts. You’ve seen a boy’s thing; I know that. But have you ever seen a boy stand there with it sticking out?”

“Yeah. Gerald used to stand up while I got him off.”

“Right. Anyway, Tommy’s looked weird. Sort of like he came with a handle. Then, he sat down and took off his shoes and the trousers from around his ankles. He put on his rubber.”

“Gross!”

“Well, not as gross as getting pregnant. But it did sort of underline why we were there. There was no way you can pretend that you just got carried away while you were lying in bed with a boy wearing a rubber. Anyway...”

“Anyway?”

“Anyway, he started kissing me again. Then he was fumbling around down there. After a bit, it didn’t feel like fumbling any more. He kissed me and stroked there. Then he kissed my breasts and stroked there.

“I’ll say this for Tommy. He’d been pushy in the past, kept insisting. But, tonight, he just wanted to turn me on. Anyway, there were two of us under those covers; and -- after a while -- it got warm there. You could still see your breath, but it was warm under the covers. Especially, his skin was warm where I touched it.”

“I’ll bet he was warm. In fact, I’ll bet he was hot.”

“No! I mean really warm. I was feeling comfy, as well as turned on, when he started to pull on the elastic of my panties.”

“So?”

“So, I raised up my butt and he pulled them off. Then I might have felt a little less comfy; cold air got under the covers while we were doing that. But I soon felt a lot more turned on.”

“And then?”

“And then he climbed between my legs. That raised the covers again, and it took a while. Not smooth. But, by then, I really wanted him to do it. The rubber was all greasy when I touched it, but I put it in the right place. He said “Oh, Jan!” when he shoved in.

“Did it hurt?”

“Not much. He knelt right on my leg when he was trying to get in place, and that hurt a lot more. Anyway, he was moving in and out, and I was just getting used to the motion when he grunted and pushed hard into me.”

“And that was it?”

She lay flat while he stroked her thighs.

When Lance had groped her genitals, she had felt that he was taking something. Now, Phil was giving her something; he was giving her pleasure. She loved it, but she felt herself tense until her muscles ached.

“Oh, Teri,” he said. “Oh, darling. You are so sweet. You are so responsive.” And, then, she exploded.

She had brought herself off after dates, but it had never felt like that. And she never felt so limp, so joyful, so right, afterwards as she felt now.

“Oh, Teri. You are wonderful. Say yes.”

She said. “Yes.” She could feel him shake the bed as he pushed off his pants. Then pulled them towards him, grabbed the wallet, took something out, and then rolled a condom onto his cock.

He got between her legs and kissed her breast again, the arousal, never quite dissipated, rose gain. Then he came over her and kissed her deeply. The heat rose in her belly, and she wriggled under him. She felt his warmth all along her body and something cool brush against her thigh.

“Teri, Say that I can.” He was fumbling at her genitals, and he felt the coolness slip between those lips. He was staring into her eyes, and she nodded. This was right.

Luwil was one of the six boys still in the dance. He removed his loincloth, and Kawa could see his hard man-stick bouncing up and down. The others followed suit. They were dancing in a circle around Aluan. She danced against their beat, a complex solo. Then each of them held out a ball of betel. Aluan chose the ball held by Kalowin, a tall boy with smooth skin. The other boys formed a circle around the two of them as she chewed the betel while still dancing. Another cup of the palm liquor was passed to Kalowin, who held it so Aluan could drink. Finally, he removed her skirt.

She put her hand in his and followed him to a low wooden platform made from a split and smoothed log. The other dancers dropped out of the line, and Luwil moved behind Kawa. He turned her until they had a good view of the platform. She was sitting on her heels, with Luwil squatting right behind her.

Kalowin bent over and whispered in Aluan’s ear, then held her against him as his hands roved over her. As they did, Luwil’s hands were all over Kawa as well. Only one drum was playing, a monotonous slow beat; hands took up that beat, and Kawa joined in. The couple stood like that until Kalowin whispered in Aluan’s ear once more. Then he called “Hands.”

Two girls stepped forward, and each took one of Aluan’s hands. They walked her backwards until she was sitting on the very edge of the log. The drumbeat sped slightly. Kalowin knelt between Aluan’s legs and began licking and sucking at her nipples. His hand went between her legs. Slowly, the girls holding her hands eased Aluan back on the log. Kalowin leaned forwards, keeping his mouth on her tiny breasts. The drum was pounding louder and more slowly, and they were all clapping along. Kalowin straightened slowly, his head coming away from Aluan and his loins moving forward between her legs. His man-stick must have been touching her by now.

The drum stopped so suddenly that Kawa clapped once by herself. Almost as if that clap were a signal, Kalowin pressed forwards. He stopped when his groin was pressed into Aluan’s. He was looking straight at her face, and his hands started rubbing over her nipples. The girl holding her right hand whispered in her ear. Aluan nodded, and the boy began to move back and forth. The drum resumed, and the clapping with it.

Luwil wasn’t clapping, though. One of his hands played with her nipples. They were sticking out straight and were harder than they ever got in the coldest water. His other hand had parted her skirt from behind and was tickling her place.

He leaned over and whispered in her ear: “Spread your legs apart.”

She was afraid that people would see, then she realized that all eyes were on the drama being acted out on the split log. She wiggled until her feet were beside her hips, and her knees were well apart. He teased her place and passed one finger between her lips. She enjoyed those sensations while she turned her eyes back to the log.

Aluan had raised her legs to encircle Kalowin’s waist. Now, as he moved back, Kawa could just see his man-stick stretching between the two of them. Then his hips would move forwards, and the sleekness would press into Aluan. He moved with the beat, and Aluan did too, if only very slightly.

Luwil’s finger also moved in time with the drum. It traced the outlines of the lips around her place, forward at one beat, backward at the next. Kawa moved against the stroke, hardly able to keep her own motions as slow.

Suddenly, Kalowin was moving much faster than the beat. He slammed into Aluan each time, and she arched upward in time with him, rather than the drum.

When Luwil’s finger stroked along the center of her place, the thrill made Kawa forget the beat entirely. Luwil pulled her back against his chest to hold her upright while her belly flamed, and her place tried to grab his still-stroking finger.

When she could spare a little attention for the central couple again, Kalowin was sprawled forwards with his face on Aluan’s belly. The girls who had been holding Aluan’s hands pulled him back until he could kneel on his own. They helped Aluan sit up, and then stand. A third girl came forward with a cloth and wiped between Aluan’s legs. They all went off into the darkness with her.

“Say yes, lovely Violet.” He stared into her eyes with his blue ones, and she could not resist.

He pressed himself into her, and it began to hurt. She tensed. He relaxed the pressure.

“Is that better,” he asked. It really was. “Then relax and look into my eyes.”

She did. An instant later, a burning brand crashed into her below. She tensed again and cried out.

She was filled where she had never been filled before, but the pain was going away. She was filled by his warmth rather than a burning.

“Is that better?” he asked. It really was, and she nodded. “I love you. I am sorry that it hurt, but it always does for a woman’s first time. I shall try to be brief.” He began to move in and out which hurt again, but not as much. It was exciting, too. He thrust into her deeply again, and then she could feel him pulse in there. He lay on her for long minutes, uncomfortable, but vaguely comforting.

Bessie’s worries that this kiss was wrong were being rapidly displaced the realization that the feelings were so right. When she felt his tongue on some other location down there, the thrill was electric. She moaned.

“Oh!”

Charles smiled. He’d achieved the effect he wanted. He licked her lips twice more, always ending at her nubbin. Then he straightened until he was kneeling above her. “Hand me that bolster from your left.” With the bolster in his right hand, he lifted her clear from the bed with his left arm under her knees. After checking that the linen pad would be on top, he shifted the bolster under her sweet bum and lowered her onto it. Now, her coign was raised to welcome him -- first his mouth. He left her knees well bent and returned to kissing her thighs. By this time, her aroma alone was enough to arouse him.

Bessie knew where Lord Charles’s mouth was headed this time, and the bolster had raised his target to prominence. She was still somewhat embarrassed, but she was more eager for those delightful sensations to begin again. Then, they did; and she reveled in her feelings.

Charles doffed the robe. Then he slipped one hand and then the other under her thighs and around the bolster. Soon he had a teat in each hand. His tongue played with the nubbin while his thumbs played with her nipples. He could feel her tense in his arms.

Bessie was feeling sensations from her breasts and her center. The warmth flowed back and forth. Then it all concentrated in her center, right under Lord Charles’s mouth. Something down there was drawing tighter and tighter. When it broke, it sent fire shooting through her. She groaned.

“Gahh!”

When Charles heard that sound and felt Bessie’s spasm beneath his mouth, he sucked on her nubbin and pinched each nipple. He pulled back as her motions almost threw him off. He pulled his arms back from under her legs to move up in the bed over her. His left arm braced on the edge of the bed, his right hand fitted his member to her entrance.

Bessie was still glorying in the aftereffects of the pleasure. It had sent her spiraling into the sky, and she still was seeing stars when she heard Lord Charles talking to her from an inch above her face.

“Taste yourself,” he said as he adjusted his posture for a straight thrust. He kissed her and licked her tongue. “You see, dear Bessie, that the kiss is your right as much as it is mine. If a woman...” He drove himself forward, not stopping until he was buried in her center.

“Ow!” Bessie exclaimed. It hurt, and she had stopped worrying minutes ago. But Lord Charles was staring into her eyes, continuing his discourse.

“ ... must gather honey from thorns, she should taste the honey before she feels the thorn.” Charles gloried in the feel of Bessie’s warm tightness all around him. She was his! He watched her face relax from the first shock at the pain that had caused her yelp. “That pain will never happen again.”