All rights reserved by author. All characters portrayed are 18 years or older. This is a continuation of a previous story, but can probably stand alone. If you like it, check out the previous stories. This series will span many different categories so if you are looking for one particular sexual act you will probably be disappointed as it will evolve and include many as the story progresses. Thanks again for checking it out and feel free to leave comments or feedback on what you liked or didn't like.
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Sitting on a worn out stuffed chair, Scott squirmed a little from the fabric scratching and rubbing his back side. Audrey shifted and curled her legs up as she snuggled herself into his lap even deeper. Looking down at her with admiration, Scott watched as the sunlight played across her naked form as it shone through the roughhewn slats on the old children's fort that they were using for their sexual exploration. The way she had moved had allowed his still swollen member to poke free and slap against his abdomen.
Having just performed what he would learn to be called cunnilingus for the first time and given Audrey the biggest orgasm of her young life, he had taken the time to let her enjoy her climax and post-coital bliss. But now, his cock was beginning to demand attention as his desires again came to the forefront of his mind.
Audrey was just staring into his hazel eyes searching and watching his face as she enjoyed the afterglow of their last encounter where Scott had taken her to heights she had never believed possible. Slowly, she began to realize that she was completely naked and curled up on his lap and his manhood was sticking up between them with her body wrapped around it as if to protect it from harm. Looking down, she took some more time to admire his throbbing member. His cock was swollen and looked red and angry. Clear fluid continued to leak from his mushroomed head, and she now realized that it was a similar reaction to how her vagina became wet when she got excited. As she stared, his cock jumped a little, like a pet begging for attention. Slowly she reached her hand toward it half afraid of what it could do, as she had seen the first time Scott and she got together. Gingerly, she ran her fingers down the top of his shaft. Scott breathed in sharply. Looking back at him, Audrey asked, "Am I hurting you?"
"Oh God, no," he gasped, "your touch is amazing!" Scott had never had anyone else touch his cock before, and the reality of the feeling combined with the visual image of Audrey playing her hand across his aching pole was maddeningly erotic. "I have wanted this for so long, please don't stop."
Audrey smiled and looked back down at his member as it continued to jump and throb against her exploring fingers. Tracing her fingers up one side and down the other, she marveled at how his cock felt. The heat was the first thing that registered, and the slipperiness of his fluid that streamed down his head as she smeared it around was like readymade lube for the moment. As she continued to play with his seminal fluid and rub it all around his shaft, she watched and felt how Scott tensed up every time she got near his mushroomed head. An idea came to her and she stopped her ministrations.
"Ok, my turn," she announced as she suddenly uncurled and stepped away from Scott and his magnificent shaft.
"Oh, Audrey, please don't stop, that was feeling so good," Scott nearly whined as he felt the warmth of her body leave his lap and her hand leave his needy member. Plaintively he reached to drag her back to him but Audrey nimbly stepped from his reach.
"Oh no you don't, you got your turn, now I want mine. Remember the deal? We are both willing to try anything for each other, and you just tried something amazing with me. Now you need to let me be the one in charge. Can you do that?"
Holding in his frustration, Scott realized she was right. Fair is fair, he thought, and this was an adventure he did not want to end because he only wanted things his way. Raising his hands, he replied," Ok, a deal is a deal. What do you want me to do?"
"Don't worry stud, I am sure you will enjoy this, and so will I!" Audrey smiled. Slowly she raised her arm and crooked a finger at him. "First you need to stand up and get as naked as me, my dear friend."
Shrugging, Scott stood up with his cock pointing the way as it hung from his still open fly. Shucking his shoes off with a practiced toe-to-heel action, he followed that quickly by shedding his Levis and shorts all in one motion. Casually he stepped out of them and flipped them to the side with his left foot to clear space. Next he reached over his head and pulled his tee shirt off in one quick jerk and cast it into the same pile as his jeans and shorts. Having already exposed himself to Audrey in the most intimate way the other day, he felt surprisingly relaxed as he spread his hands and stood before her admiring eyes in just his socks. The look Audrey was giving him certainly helped. A look of want or hunger was what came to his mind. Like seeing the steaming caramel rolls being brought out of the oven by his mother and wanting to snatch one even before they had cooled down. Her look was like that, only stronger, if such a thing could happen.
Audrey's breathing was starting to get deeper. Her mouth went dry, and unconsciously she licked her lips. She had seen Scott's body in a swim suit on many occasions as they played and swam in the lake during the summer, but under these new circumstances his body took on a whole new light. Add to that, seeing his engorged shaft and hanging scrotum out in the open was simply amazing. Every time she let her eyes travel away, his manhood would inexorably draw them back to feast on its magnificence. It simply seemed to demand her attention. As she continued to stare she began to notice finer details she never bothered with before. His upper torso was lightly covered with reddish hair that was a darker version of his reddish blond curly locks. A small trail of fine body hair made its way down the center of his flat stomach as if to show her the way to his throbbing cock and balls. Surrounding them was a curly bush of hair that circled his shaft and ended in nearly peach fuzz blond hair on his pendulous scrotum. Even though this was the second time she had seen his package, the first time was over so quick she never really got to explore it much. Now that she could, she was curious as to how she would feel about really seeing her first penis, and her thoughts surprised her a little. She felt horny, and something more. She couldn't quite figure it out. She wanted it. She wanted to keep it for herself and take it with her. She felt possessive. Smiling mischievously, she raised her eyes to Scotts and said, "Ok big boy, turn around and bend over slowly."
Scott just looked at her and tried to figure out what she had just said. As she was inspecting him, he had continued to admire her fine form. As he had watched her heaving breasts, he saw that her nipples, which had softened earlier, had become as stiff and erect has his own needy shaft. It was all he could do to stand there and let her have her way, and when she spoke, it seemed from far away or like heard underwater. Going over what she said again in his mind, Scott finally realized Audrey was serious as she crossed her arms under her breast and looked at him expectantly. Admiring the way her breasts lifted in such a position, Scott blushed a little, and shrugged. Slowly he turned around in front of the chair and bent at the waist. Embarrassed, Scott began to get nervous about putting himself in such an exposed position and showing her his backside. Placing his hands on his knees he tried to look back to see what Audrey was doing.
"No peeking, now. Just stay like that for a minute," she barked. "No, wait, actually I want you to lean over and put your hands on the chair while you spread your legs wide, like I did for you earlier, baby."
Oh my God, was she kidding, he thought? Taking a deep breath, he decided to just roll with it. Spreading his legs wide he reached out and leaned his hands on the arms of the overstuffed chair. Looking down he could see his stiff cock staring back at him and his balls dangling below and through his legs he saw Audrey's bare legs begin to step toward him haltingly. Now what, he worried?
Audrey was fascinated. In a way she thought Scott should look a little ridiculous standing there bare ass naked, bent over a chair with his ass sticking out at her. But she was not laughing at all. Part of it was discovering what a male body looked like in the nude and how it differed from her own female form. Another thought that occurred to her was how Scott had been willing to trust her enough to put himself in such a vulnerable situation. The momentary fear she had felt earlier when he had grabbed her and controlled her seemed silly now. Trust, she thought, that was the key, and by his actions he was showing that he trusted her. The love she had for him and that had begun building since the start of this adventure only got stronger. Cautiously she approached him from behind. After what he had done for her earlier, she really wanted to please him as much as he had done for her. Not really sure of what she was going to do or how she was going to do it, she slowly stopped and stood directly behind his moon-white well-toned ass cheeks.
"Your turn not to move, love," she rasped throatily. Reaching out, she placed her hands on his back and rubbed them up and down. Standing off to his side a little, she moved one hand down to his ass cheeks and squeezed and rubbed him all around. Reaching lower, she dragged her hand up and down the insides of his thighs stopping short of his dangling scrotum and pulsating cock. Scott began to growl deep in his throat. Audrey smiled again, and squeezed her legs together as her own moistness began to gather in her vagina again. Damn, this was fun! Finally, she moved her hand all the way back up to the crack of his butt cheeks and slowly rubbed downward till she grasped his sack.
Scott jumped and clenched his hands tighter on the arms of the chair. Gasping, he could feel the raised and worn floral pattern from the old green chair's upholstery press into his sweaty, clenching palms. Biting his tongue to keep from moaning, he waited for what would come next.
