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Well, that was an exciting start to our day!
Since last night, T has cum at least five times -- last night, with Tim, then her and I in "her" room early this morning, then at least two times with me, just now. And judging from her performance out in the kitchen when Tim licked the strawberries and cream out of her, it looks like she's really starting to like having her kitty licked 'til she cums.
And since we were all sticky, we decided that a trip to the lake would be the perfect way to get all that nasty fruit and whipped cream off -- and out -- of us. We stuffed some towels and the container of body wash and some snack bars into a duffel and headed down the path to the lake.
Tim and I were walking beside each other. Tanya trailed us a few steps behind. At one point where the path narrowed, Tim put his arm around my waist and held it there. It wasn't anything sexual or anything -- more like just two friends, glad to be with each other. You've probably seen pictures of European women walking along the street arm-in-arm? Well, this was like that. I put my arm around Tim's waist and we continued on down toward the lake.
When we finally got there, we stopped and looked for some place to put down our stuff. And that's when we remembered that T had been there right behind us. We both looked at her, kind of sheepishly, because we realized that we still had our arms around each other's waists. But then Tanya did another one of those things that revealed even more of what we were that we were coming to realize about her.
She said, "It was nice, seeing you guys holding each other, like that."
That's all she said, but it told us an awful lot. One, that underneath the bland, unemotional exterior was a sensitive person with a tender, loving streak. And two,...that there was probably not a lot of love in her own life. Tim and I took our arms off each other... and put them around Tanya. We each kissed her on the cheek, and we stood there, the three of us, like that. And I found myself hoping, for that moment, at least, that she felt cared-for.
When we got to the lake, we looked around to see what kind of company -- or what kind of privacy we had. We found this little cove that was surrounded by pretty thick bush and was not near any other paths. We looked out on the lake. There were two people -- we couldn't tell man or woman -- in a small boat on the other side of the lake, and it looked like they were fishing, so we didn't think we'd have to worry about them
We stripped off our clothes -- Tanya's old tee shirt and Bermudas and old canvas tennies, Tim's and my jeans and tees -- neither of us had bothered to put on underwear this morning -- and stepped into the water and kneeled down enough to get ourselves completely wet. Tim reached into the duffel and pulled out the squeeze bottle of body wash ("Eco-Friendly," the label on the plastic container assured us), and we washed. Actually, we washed each other. Just affectionate washing -- no sexual stuff. Of course, we had to make sure that everyone's genital areas were thoroughly cleansed; and perhaps the odd finger found its way into one crevice or another. But mainly, we were just three people, taking care of people we cared about.
A dip in the lake to rinse ourselves, and we pulled out the towels and carefully dried each other off, again, slowly, not sexual, just appreciating the chance to take care of each other.
And not bothering to get dressed so soon, we talked.
Tanya asked, and Tim told her about his wife -- how they'd known each other from their early teens, and how, when they got older, they just decided to stay together. They had a daughter, nineteen, almost twenty. How sex had always played a big part in their lives, and how when they were younger Tim had fooled around with guys and his wife-to-be had fooled around with other girls, and how when they married they saw no reason to change that. And when their daughter got old enough to be curious, they decided not to hide anything from her, and it was just a matter of course for them to include her in their activities, and their daughter carried this outlook into her relationship with her friends.
And then it was my turn to tell her about the two women who occupied major roles in my life, and how they were very different. One was Gina. She's a couple of years older than me and pretty much independent-minded -- really a lot like Tim and his wife. And I told Tanya about the one time that Gina's mother came with us when we went to "spend the evening" with Tim and his wife and daughter, and how Gina's mother is a very attractive woman in in her mid-forties, and how she and Tim's daughter really "hit it off," so to speak, and in fact, they hit it off so well that they treated the rest of us to a fisting show that must have lasted for half an hour or more.
And how we -- Gina and I -- were -- are -- a great pair, but that there's no way she wants to get tied down to married bahçelievler escort life, even the kind of free-wheeling life that we enjoy with Tim's family and some other friends of ours. She just doesn't want to be tied down in any relationship at this point in her life.
And the other one is Christina -- Tina -- and I found myself explaining to Tanya how I loved Christina and we have such a great time being with each other, and what a good person she is, and how sex together is really good.
"So are ya' gonna get married?"
And that simple question forced me to put into words the one doubt that was keeping me from asking Tina to marry me, and I found myself explaining to Tanya -- this unusual young girl that I've known for only 48 hours -- why I couldn't bring myself to ask my "perfect" girlfriend to get married.
"The thing is, I don't think she's able to go along with the kinds of things I do with Tim and his wife and daughter and our friends. She knows Tim, and we've done things together -- not sex, but going places and things -- and we've been over to their house a bunch of times, and she knows his wife and they like each other and stuff. But I don't think she -- Tina -- would ever be okay with the sex. And not just the stuff with Tim's wife and his daughter. I don't think she could ever accept the stuff Tim and I do, like this weekend, with you.
"I've even tried to hint to her, that Tim and I might have done stuff, like telling her about times when we've showered together, or like how we have to share the bed up here at the cabin, and she's never, ever tried to follow up on the hints I dropped. And you'd think, or at least I'd think, that she might have some curiosity about what it's like, like sharing a bed with another man, and 'Were you ever tempted...?' or 'Did you ever forget that it was a guy in bed with you?' But she never has. So I think that her mind's not ready to deal with that kind of thing -- doing queer stuff..." I paused, and Tanya even smiled at my reference to her own words of two nights ago, "... or doing stuff with Tim's family, like the four or five of us together."
"So, what're ya gonna do?"
I put my arms around her and hugged her. And this time, it was a friend that I was hugging.
"I don't know, T, I really don't know."
"Couldn't ya' just ask her. I mean, if she that great and all and she's that important to ya', why'ncha just ask her and find out. If she don't like it, she'll tell ya' and then you'll know for sure. Or maybe she'll be good with all of it and just didn't know how to bring it up, or maybe she was waitin' for you to ask her."
I was kind of stunned. This strange girl with practically no relationship experience in her limited, sheltered life has just given me maybe my best relationship advice in years. I hugged her again and I kissed her and told her, "Thanks, T, that's maybe the best advice I've heard in years."
She smiled, the biggest smile we'd seen from her yet, really proud that she could give a grownup like me advice that was so good.
We didn't ask her anything about boys -- or anything about a "social life," for that matter. In their relatively isolated situation, hers and her Grandpa's, any questions about that would just have been cruel.
One thing we did ask her about was, well, something we should have asked two days ago.
"Ya know, T,..." and then I stalled out.
Tim stepped in. "T, you've been... Chase and I have..." He stopped, and he took a breath. "T, is there any chance that... is there the chance that... is there a chance that you might get... pregnant... from... from what we've been doing?" I think Tim and I both held our breaths.
Her response was just as plain and straightforward as everything else about her.
"Nah -- before I came, Grandpa made sure it was OK for me t' go with you two, 'cause I won't get my period for another three or four days, so it's all OK." And that was that.
Tim and I were relieved, especially since this is something we should have gotten straight from the very start, and it was really irresponsible of us not to, so, yeah, we were relieved that we hadn't done something really stupid.
On the other hand, there was the thing about her Grandpa, figuring out when she was "safe" before he sent her off with two guys for the weekend...
And with that, we'd run out of things to talk about. We put our clothes back on and gathered our stuff and walked back to the cabin.
We decided that we needed something to eat. Turns out, there was still enough steak left over from last night that we were able to get three decent sandwiches out of it. Some beers all around, apple slices with peanut butter for dessert, and we were set for a relaxed afternoon.
We were outside, sitting in the oversized wooden Adirondack chairs Brad has out in front of the cabin, just enjoying the shaded sun and the warm breeze. But after bahçelievler escort bayan a half hour or so, Tanya seemed to get -- "antsy," I guess you'd call it, like she wanted to say something. It was like she knew what she wanted to say, or at least knew what it was that she wanted, but she didn't know how to go about saying it. We waited for her to get her thoughts together.
Finally, she got her thoughts worked out.
"Chase, Tim, remember how I told you 'maybe later?'"
We were puzzled, uncertain as to what this was about.
Seeing that we didn't remember, she said, "About doing it... in the bottom?"
Oh, yeah -- that. We remembered.
Well, seeing you guys, I thought... I've been thinking... maybe, now...?"
Tim and I looked at each other, with a kind of understanding. Tim said, "That's great, T," then added, "Why now?"
She'd obviously thought about this. "When I watch you guys -- you two -- when you do... what you do, with each other's bums and all, well,..."
Tim stepped in. "And you were wondering what it felt like, how it feels when..." He didn't go on to say, "when you have a dick up your ass." I guess that part was assumed.
She looked down and a little away. "Yuh. Yeah. I mean... I guess so..."
In fact, Tim and I had talked about this. We figured, since we were learning that Tanya is a curious girl and seems willing -- actually, eager -- to try new experiences, we figured that sometime she would come around to wanting to try this, too -- anal sex.
Also, we hadn't really talked about it, but I think both of us wanted to get into that cute little butt of hers in the worst way.
Anyway, we had talked about how we might handle it, so it would be easy for her, but also good for her -- because we had a real personal interest in her wanting to like it -- for her to like it a lot!
So Tim asked, "When would you like to do this, T?"
"Well... I was thinkin'... maybe now?"
She waited for one of us to say something, like, Can we find some time in our busy holiday schedule today to fuck her up the bum?
The time at the lake had relaxed us, and we were clean, and it was a lazy afternoon, and so now seemed like the perfect time for... how do you even say this?... for introducing a young woman to anal intercourse.
The three of us went inside the cabin and over to the bed. While we took off the little clothes we were wearing -- Tanya, her tee shirt, me, my jeans -- Tim went over to the sink and filled a large Mason jar with water while we folded up the bed covering and put it aside. Tim returned and set the water down on the bedside table and stripped out of his old jeans.
But first -- the preparation.
Tim said, "The most important thing, T, is for you -- for your bum -- to be really loose and relaxed. I got a good idea of how to do it. Here." He went to the kitchen cabinet and took down the plastic bottle of Mazola cooking oil. Then he went to the table and pulled out one of the kitchen chairs and sat down on it.
It was obvious, to me, at least, what should happen next. I took Tanya's by the hand and we went over to where Tim was. I moved up behind her and put my arms around her and reached down between her legs and slipped my index finger between the lips there and slowly began sliding my finger up and down through the soft, warm flesh, and as soon as I did, I felt her own lubrication start.
I fingered her a little longer, until Tim opened the bottle of Mazola and poured some on his fingers and spread it around his cock, first the crown, then around the shaft. When he put the bottle down I let go of Tanya, and she immediately moved over to where Tim was sitting on the chair and put her legs on either side of his. He grabbed her hips in both hands, and she took his cock and aimed it toward her opening, then steadily lowered herself, until she had taken his cock completely inside her.
There was nothing frantic about it. Tanya now knew what felt good, and she slowly moved back and forth on Tim's thighs so his cock would move around inside her, and so it rubbed against her clit in just the way that felt good to her.
But that wasn't what this was about. I went back to the bedside table and picked up the jar of lube and ran three fingers through it, one at a time, making sure that each finger got a goodly quantity of the thick gel on it. Then I walked over to where Tanya was happily riding Tim's stiff cock.
I went and stood behind Tanya and off to one side just a little. I reached down and put the palm of my hand on one butt cheek, just so she wouldn't be surprised by the touch. Tim pulled her forward some, to raise her bum just a little, and I got down to business.
I extended my first finger and touched the lube gel right on her sweet rosebud of an asshole. She jumped a little at the cold, although she didn't have much leeway to jump, impaled on Tim's cock the escort bahçelievler way she was. Then she settled down, and that was my cue that it was alright to start. At first, I just rubbed my first finger back and forth across her anus, making the little red-brown pucker shiny with the lube. She tensed a little at the first touch, but then she relaxed and resumed rocking her hips on Tim's cock.
Once I was sure she was used to my finger touching that exquisitely sensitive spot, I began to press, so with each stroke the slick tip of my finger penetrated beyond the tight little ring. I continued massaging her anus, pressing my finger in just a little deeper each time, until she seemed to be fully relaxed, and in fact, she seemed to be using the feel of my finger moving around inside her bum to enhance the pleasure she was getting from Tim's cock. I was enjoying the feeling -- and the idea -- of my finger sliding around inside the wrinkled flesh.
Next, of course, was slipping my finger inside her bum, up to the first joint. Tanya took this without any hesitation, so I slipped my finger farther in, to the big knuckle. Immediately, my cock began to thicken as my finger felt her heat.
Okay, this was the real thing. This was having her bum actually penetrated by something. It was like having her ass fucked for real, only with something that's not too big, and I watched for her reaction.
Tanya closed her eyes, and she let her head fall back a bit. I decided that this meant she was savoring this experience -- a cock in her cunt and something invading her ass. I had been holding my finger still, in place inside her. But seeing her reaction, her obvious pleasure in having her bum penetrated this way, I pushed my finger the rest of the way in -- all the way in -- and moved it around inside her. I didn't wiggle the tip around, like a worm. Instead, I moved my whole finger around inside her, so it not only touched all the parts of her rectum, but it also caused her asshole to stretch, and that was the real goal.
Time for phase two. I pulled my finger out of her ass, leaving my fingertip at the entrance, and moved my second heavily lubed finger next to the first. Then, like before, I began massaging her anus, but this time it was with two fingers.
And as I did it, I let my mind get lost -- in how this felt on my fingers, and the thought of how it must feel to Tanya, with Tim's dick in her cunt and my fingers exploring around inside her asshole. And of other times, when it was other fingers, and it was my asshole that was being explored, for my pleasure, and to make it -- make me -- ready to be entered by another cock.
When I thought she was ready -- that I had stretched her anus enough -- I inserted both fingertips, using a kind of corkscrewing motion to ease their entry. I guess I'd done a good job, because Tanya took the extra finger inside her without any problem. And as I'd done before with the one finger, I slid both fingers in as far as the first joint, then stopped to let her adjust to the increased strain. She didn't make any move to escape my fingers, so I pressed both of them, 'til they were all the way home, buried to the hilt in her hot, satiny innards. She was now full enough, and her rectum tight enough, that I could feel it, feel the hardness of Tim's cock each time Tanya rose and fell on it. She seemed to be enjoying this, and I was certainly getting off on the thought and feel of my fingers fucking a young girl's butt.
I could have been content like that, just finger-fucking Tanya's butt while she screwed herself on Tim's cock. But there was still one more thing to do. I slowly pulled the two fingers out of Tanya's ass 'til they were once again at the entrance, then brought my third lubed finger together with the first two. Squeezing the three together into a bunch, kind of like a triangle or a cone, I pushed, again using a twisting, corkscrewing motion to ease their entrance into Tanya's butt.
This time was harder, and if we'd only been "playing," I would have stopped at just the two fingers. But because I was trying to prepare her to take a full-grown cock up her ass, it was important to get her as ready as possible for the invasion I knew she was going to be experiencing soon.
And this time, I heard an "Unhh," and for the first time Tanya jerked, like she was trying to get away from the invading fingers that were now starting to hurt. I stopped moving, stopped pressing my fingers farther into her, but I held them there in place, letting her adjust to the pressure, and to the stretching that was almost certainly uncomfortable -- and maybe worse.
I held them there like that, not moving, until Tanya seemed to relax and accept the pressure and the stretching she was feeling now. And that was my cue that she was ready -- or at least as ready as we could make her.
I eased my three bunched fingers out of her, gently spreading the excess lube around her open asshole as Tim eased her up off his cock. I don't think she wanted to leave him, but she knew that there was something else that we had to do -- that she wanted to do. We went over to the bed and stood there, considering. And the very first consideration was, who?
I asked, "Who do you want first, T?"
She paused, but only for a second, like this was something she'd thought about before.