Devlina sat down next to the boy. He looked like they were the same age, which would make him 18 if he was a day. His father had sent her up here, told her his name was Varun, and asked her to help him though his first time. From the way the father had acted, nobody knew how old Varun was. Of course nobody was supposed to know she was only 18, either.
Varun was lean, with a dark shock of hair. He was naked, like most everyone else at the party. He was sitting on the bed, so she didn’t get a good look at his body. She put her hand on his knee, and he jumped.
“I don’t bite,” she said.
“It’s just … I mean, I…” His face turned bright red, and he tried to look everywhere but at her as he swallowed nervously.
Devlina understood right away. “Ah, you haven’t been next to a naked girl with the lights on.” That was as diplomatic as she could make it. She didn’t want to say, “I’m the first girl you’ve ever been with.” Guys had their pride, especially teen ones.
She took his hand and put it on her bare breast. “Go ahead, feel it.” He hesitantly squeezed, not too hard, and his fingers ran over her nipple.
“Again,” she murmured. She pressed into his hand, but when he didn’t catch on, she teased her other nipple. “If you squeeze it a little, it feels real good, and it perks up, wanting more.”
He’d probably heard that before, but hearing it and doing it were two different things. He tried, though. She didn’t want to tell him that she was going to want him to pinch a whole lot harder in a couple of minutes. She wanted him to learn to treat a woman’s body with gentleness. Too many guys didn’t, whether they were teenagers or older men.
She turned his face, kissing him very lightly. He was hesitant at first, but soon got into it. This had to be a fantasy: kissing a naked girl while fondling her boobs. When they broke for air she could see his cock. It was already longer than it had been only moments before.
“And what do we have here?” She stroked his cock lightly. It jerked and stiffened right out. “My, look at how big it’s getting.”
“Why do girls seem so fascinated with a guy’s dick?” he asked.
“Well… ” She picked it up so she could caress the underside. “First, we don’t have one, and quite frankly, we’re curious about them. I mean there’s no bone down there, but you get hard as if you have one. And a lot of girls wonder how a guy can walk around with that thing between their legs. Wouldn’t it get in the way or something? The other reason, of course, is that when you put it in us, it feels really good. I shouldn’t tell you this, but a lot of girls like cocks, especially when they’re hard. Of course that’s usually the only time we get to see one.”
“I thought it was because it makes you come.”
“Not always. A lot of girls don’t come from straight screwing. But whether we do or not, we really enjoy the whole process. There’s nothing that feels as good as a hard cock in our pussies.”
He turned beet red, and she felt a drop of moisture oozing out of the tip of his cock. She knelt down and rubbed his cock against her breast. She wasn’t sure about guys, but she liked the feeling of his hardness against her softness. She briefly took him between both breasts. He instinctively started moving back and forth. He was quivering, and she suspected he wasn’t going to be able to hold back. All right, so be it.
She fondled his balls with one hand while running her other hand over his tummy. That did it. His breath shortened, and then he spurted, His come spattered across her breasts in one ropey string of white after another. His whole body shuddered as he threw his head back and grimaced.
“My,” she murmured when he finally ran down, “what a load.” She licked the head of his cock clean, giving a little suck to make sure he was done, and then began massaging his juices into her like it was a lotion.
“They say come is good for a girl’s skin,” she said when he finally regained his senses.
“I heard…” He paused to swallow. “Uh, I heard that it makes girls titties get bigger.”
She laughed. “Really? Do you think that’s why my boobs are as big as they are?” She hefted her boobs meaningfully. “You know, normally guys leave their come somewhere else.”
“You mean… ?”
She spread her legs. “This is my pussy. You pet it right, and I’ll purr, just like a pussy cat.” She guided his fingers down to let him explore.
“First thing, if you touch a girl down there, make sure your fingers are wet. That’s the most sensitive skin on a girl’s body, and dry fingers can irritate it.”
He hastily licked his fingers, and then returned to his exploration.
“Now there are two places you have to know about,” she said after a bit. She could feel the wetness on her thighs. She was so looking forward to what came next. “The first is my clit. That’s got like a million nerves in it, and it helps a girl get off.” She guided his fingers, and gasped slightly when he touched it. “Be very very gentle, but go ahead and rub me.”
He began doing that, and she made a pleased noise deep in her throat. Yes, he caught on fast. She wanted to squeeze her breasts, pinch her nipples, and otherwise pleasure herself, but not yet. She didn’t want to startle him too much. And guys, especially their first time, were a bundle of insecurities.
“The other place,” she said after a bit, “is my entrance. That’s where your cock goes.” She pushed his fingers down until he felt the opening to her channel.
“That’s lubrication so your cock will slide in easier.”
His cock twitched and began to stiffen. It clearly wanted to be where his fingers were.
She didn’t want him going off too soon, so the minute he was hard enough she rearranged herself on the bed and got him between her legs. He stared at her sex, fascinated. He’d probably seen pictures, but there was nothing like seeing the real thing.
She took his cock and rubbed him up and down her slit. When she thought its blunt head was wet enough, she positioned him just right. He knew what to do, and pushed. When he slid in he got the most surprised look on his face.
“Back off slightly and push again,” she said. “That feels real good.” He did so, and twice more until he was all the way in. “Now pull it out most of the way, and push it in again. You’re doing everything right.”
He did so, and his face lit up. She grinned up at him, and on his next thrust she matched him, pushing up on his hardness. That seemed to surprise him, but when she did it a second time, he grinned.
“You like that, don’t you.”
There was no more time for talking. She could see his eyes. He’d just realized that he was actually fucking a girl. She wondered if it felt like he imagined. She remembered how she’d thought it would feel, and how pleasantly surprised she was when her imagination proved to be totally inadequate.
He began to move a little faster. She’d been with enough guys to know he was going to come. This was what it was all about, all of the hinting, flirting, teasing, and so on. Some guys got weirded out about the idea, but most guys didn’t give it any thought. They were going to come, and doing it inside a girl was a real turn on.
The thought must have been a trigger. He began to move even faster. She held him, making encouraging noises. She was a ways from completion, but right now that didn’t matter. He was about to come in a girl for the first time, and she wanted it to be good.
His face tensed, he arched back, and his thrusts slowed. She could almost feel the blasts of come as he tried to fill her. He finally slumped, breathing in short gasps. She held still until he finally caught his breath.
“Good, wasn’t it.”
“Yeah,” he said thickly.
“Time to pull out,” she said. “This is the part a girl doesn’t like because it feels so good in there. But I want you to pull out.”
“Okay, but if it feels so good…”
“Then, after you rest for a little, we can do it again. And we can both enjoy what it feels like when you put it back in.”
And they did. He took a couple of minutes to recover, and another minute or two to get hard. He didn’t object when she guided him into her. She left her hand on her sex, feeling his hardness sliding between her fingers. She couldn’t see where they were joined, but she could certainly imagine it, and her fingers helped.
He lasted and lasted, and this time she got off. She loved how he felt down there, and it pushed her higher and higher until she gasped and clenched her way through her climax. That spurred him, and he came again. This time, when he pulled out, he kept looking at her tummy as if expecting to see something. She left her legs apart so he could get a nice look. Too many girls automatically slapped their legs shut when they were done, but guys wanted to know what it looked like.
He was mostly asleep by then. She snuggled with him for a bit, but when he dropped off she slipped off of the bed. The party was still going on in the rest of the house. The line for the bathroom was too long, so she sought out Varun’s father. She found him in the living room, stroking himself as he watched a couple doing it on the couch.
“All taken care of.” Her hand took over for him. He had a nice cock, and a nicer body.
“How did he take it?”
“That’s good.” There was a blanket on the floor. He pulled her down to that, got a pillow for her head, and pushed his hand between her legs. His fingers sought out her clit while his mouth worked over her breasts. It didn’t take long before he slid his hardness into her.
“Ah,” she said when she felt him, “that’s more like it.” She was wet from his fingers, but Varun’s come helped, too. His father slid all the way home with one thrust.
He braced himself over her and began thrusting. It didn’t take him long, either. After only a couple of minutes he arched his back. She could feel his tummy tense and relax as he came. She wondered if this was what Varun would be like in a few years.
He pulled out after a few seconds. He was breathing hard and looked like he’d be out of it for a while. She gave him a kiss as a thank-you, and headed for the kitchen to get some fruit juice. Tonight she’d done a boy and the boy’s father. Was there something kinky in that? She’d done brothers, the twins, but this was different.
She was pretty sure she and Varun were the same age. As far as she knew, they attended different high schools. It could be pretty embarrassing if they ran into each other in the hall. Nobody was supposed to know she went to these parties. She did have her reputation, after all.
She ran into Varun at the next party. It was the same pattern as before: she did him a couple of times, and then did the father before cleaning up. By the time she finished with him she had come oozing down her legs, and more in her hair and across her face,
At the third party she decided to expand Varun’s horizons. She snuggled a bit with him, more to give him a chance to recover than anything else. Then she introduced him to Garima, another woman who had large, natural boobs; that had let them form an instant bond.
“Garima,” she said, putting the woman’s hand on Varun’s cock, “this is Varun. Varun,” and she put his hand on Garima’s breast, “this is Garima. Have fun.”
She retired to the next mattress and watched. There was something sexy about watching a couple as they did it. There was all the kissing, the fondling, and finally his cock sliding into her. She smiled at the way Garima’s face lit up. Varun was as hard as a rock, and eager, two virtues that could take a guy a long way at a party.
They moved together for a while. Varun had learned enough, and was tired enough, that he held back. Garima, of course, was under no such necessity. She rode up on him with wild abandon, tossing her hair and making appreciative noises with every thrust. Varun began to move faster after she came, finally groaning as he emptied his balls into her.
They kissed and murmured for a bit before he finally rolled off of her. Garima came over while Varun relaxed on the mattress.
“That was fun. I’ll have to get with him again.”
“He was a virgin when I got him.”
“Really? I didn’t think they still existed, especially guys.”
Garima laughed. “I’ll definitely have to get with him then.” She waved and headed for the bathroom.
Devlina scooted over next to Varun. She picked up his limp cock and began sucking it.
“Don’t you ever get enough?” Varun asked.
Devlina slid up his body. “No, not really, but I know there are limits.”
“I can’t believe how hard I just came.”
“Fun, wasn’t it.” She sighed and put his hand on her breast. “Here, fondle these for a bit. They need the attention.”
He laughed lightly. “You don’t know how much I wish I could do this.”
“If you’re like most guys, you’d welcome all the bare titties you could get.”
“Okay, you got me.” He bent and began sucking her breasts.
She let him do that for a bit, encouraging him, even teaching him a little. Guys needed to get to know a girl’s boobs. She’d heard from enough other women at these parties to know guys didn’t pay anywhere near enough attention to them; they were too eager to get between a girl’s legs.
He got hard, that was only to be expected. She’d already introduced him to Garima. She debated whether to do him again, but saw another gal across the room. Nidhi was a traffic and weather reporter at a TV station in Delhi. The clothes she wore on the set hid her high, well-rounded breasts, and her bald pussy. She wasn’t sure Varun recognized her, but she left him in Nidhi’s experienced hands while she sought out Varun’s father.
When she came back, still breathless, Nidhi was on her back with her heels on Varun’s bottom. Her boobs—she’d had surgery to make them more appealing to a television audience—were wobbling back and forth in time with his thrusting. Her eyes were closed but her mouth was open as she rode the waves of pleasure.
Devlina sat down to watch. Varun didn’t have the largest cock at the party, but it was big enough, and Nidhi was taking all of it. His shaft disappeared into her time after time, only to emerge, glistening from her wetness. His balls were mashing against Nidhi’s bottom at the end of each thrust. She idly wondered how much he had left. He’d come twice with her and at least once with Garima. Teenage boys were supposed to be ‘young, dumb and full of come’ as someone had said, but four times? Well, she’d soon know.
Nidhi had her hands on his side, and she saw the woman’s fingers tighten just as she arched up into him. Devlina felt a stirring deep inside her. Watching another woman come could be such a turn on. She’d have to find somebody after this bout was over.
Nidhi was multi-orgasmic. She peaked at least twice more before Varun came. Devlina could see the white cream of his spending as it coated the base of his cock and oozed out of Nidhi. He slowed to a stop, both of them breathing hard. Finally he pulled out. His come welled out of her pussy and slid down onto the mattress.
Later that evening she was getting dressed—her mother was due home from work in an hour and she had to be there—when she met Varun’s mother. She wondered if the woman knew that her son was at the party. She wasn’t going to mention it, but the woman’s husband was all right.
“Is your husband normally so quick on the trigger?”
“Gangadhar?” The woman looked a little surprised. “Normally he goes nice and slow and takes his time.”
“Not with me. For some reason he practically threw me on my back and climbed aboard. I didn’t even get a chance to get into it before he popped.” She cradled her boobs, now covered by her bra. “Maybe he does that with all girls with a big chest.”
She wrinkled her brow. “Normally he likes girls a bit smaller than you. I’ll have to ask him.”
For a moment Devlina wanted to listen in on that conversation. She wondered what Gangadhar was going to tell his wife. As she finished dressing she smiled. Where else but here could you speak frankly with a woman about her husband’s sexual techniques? And where else would the wife respond without getting upset?
At the next party she limited herself to only one time with Varun. It was her 18th birthday. Her mother was working an extra day, and so she had both Friday and Saturday nights to party. She’d conceived the wild notion that she wanted one guy for each year. That didn’t seem too far-fetched. She knew women who’d had sex with 10 guys in one night, so 16 over two nights seemed possible.
It seemed like she was a mindless sex machine. She barely allowed herself time to clean up. But finally, late Saturday night, Gangadhar, Varun’s father, cornered her. He saw the come on her legs, apparently assumed it came from his son, and practically threw her on the couch.
He entered her with one hot stroke, and pounded away as hard as he could. He didn’t come right away, like he had the previous times, but kept at it. Devlina had coated her entrance with KY Jelly so it was easier to take him. She kept thinking “He’s number 18!” and squeezed her tummy muscles around him. Years of ballet training, and her morning dance exercise, paid off. The first time she squeezed him he flinched, and then thrust home even harder.
“Make me come!” she said fiercely. “Fuck me with that big horse’s cock!” He was average-sized, but guys always seemed to get excited to think they were big.
Her encouragement, her hands, and her tummy muscles; she didn’t know which it was that pushed him over the top, but he squeezed her middle, growled something, and then came,, his body jerking with each pulse. Devlina imagined it splashing inside her, mixing with all of the other come that was in there.
Gangadhar had just slumped over her, looking absolutely drained, when Devlina heard a raised woman’s voice sounding from somewhere upstairs. Then another voice, one she recognized as Varun’s.
She pushed Gangadhar off of her. He clearly recognized the voices, and managed to find the strength to sit up. The voices came downstairs. Curious, Devlina followed them down the hall to the Men’s Changing Room.
” … in the darkness I couldn’t tell who you were.”
“You shouldn’t even be here! And stop waving that thing around like that. It was bad enough you put it in me—”
“How was I to know it was you?”
“You could have asked! It’s considered polite to ask someone their name before you fuck ’em. And do something with that thing!”
“I can’t help it. It’s hard and it won’t go down until I get off.”
“Then put some pants on!”
“It’s going to stay hard as long as I can see your tits and pussy!”
“Is that any way to speak to your mother?”
By now a crowd had gathered. Gangadhar hesitantly pushed through the people, and drew a storm of curses from his wife. Devlina decided this was no place for her. Gangadhar or Varun might say something, and she’d get dragged into it. She was just the innocent bystander … well, not so innocent, but that didn’t matter. She grabbed her clothes from the Women’s Changing Room and slipped out the back door.
In a way she had to laugh. Here she was, standing in someone’s backyard, trying to get her clothes on in the dark. Her mother would have a fit, aside from the idea that her daughter was at a sex party. Finally Devlina gave up trying to get her bra on. She’d worn a denim mini and a tank top. She’d just have to draw every male eye in three counties by letting her braless boobs flop and jiggle all they wanted.
Tushar found her in the kitchen. It was obvious the yelling had broken the mood for him, too. He had his clothes in hand, pulled them on enough to be considered covered, and the two of them headed for the car.
“What was that all about?” he asked when they got on the freeway.
“One of the men brought his teenage son,” she said. “I think he wanted him to get some experience. As I understand it, he was upstairs hopping on every woman he could, and one of them turned out to be his mother.”
Tushar laughed, which wasn’t the reaction she expected. “I know it’s wrong, but that sort of thing happens at these parties. I wonder how far he got with her?”
“From the sounds of it, he only put it in. Nothing else happened.”
“It’s probably good that it didn’t. That’s one couple that won’t be invited back.”
“That’s like predicting snow in the winter.” She sighed and settled deeper in her seat. “Just so you know, I was the lucky gal who was asked to teach Varun.”
Tushar shot her a glance. “Do you think they suspect anything?”
Devlina shook her head. “I think I just happened to be in the right place at the wrong time, or something like that.”
“He doesn’t go to your school, does he? That could be a problem.”
She shook her head, and then realized he wouldn’t see that in the dark. “No, he doesn’t. You’re right; it would be pretty awkward if he did.”
“That’s an understatement if I ever heard one. We’d have to stop coming.”
“Yeah, and I’m not quite ready to do that, at least not yet. What are we going to do when I go to college?”
He sighed. “We’ll see what happens when the time comes.”
“I think his father had the right idea,” she said after a bit. “Get the boy some experience in a safe environment.”
“Granted, a lifestyle party is safe, but why not with his peers?”
“Because the odds are he’d get the girl pregnant, and at the same time he’d catch something nasty from her. That’s why I don’t have sex with any of the kids at school. I’m not going to get pregnant, but—”
“You’d better not!”
“No worries there. But there are a whole lot of nasty sexual diseases out there, and a lot of them can be found in your friendly local high school.”
He was silent for another couple of miles. “So, did you have fun tonight?”
She smiled. “I celebrated my birthday properly, if that’s what you mean.”
Tushar laughed. “Just think. Tomorrow we’ll have cake and ice cream, and every guy in sight will have his clothes on.”
“I know. What a pity. A naked man might be interesting. Mom might have a fit, though.”
A little while later, in the silence of her bedroom, she opened one of her textbooks. She’d had two nights of unbridled sex. Now it was time to stuff that part of her back behind closed doors and do some studying. She idly wondered how far Varun had gotten. Did he actually fuck his mother, or had he only just put it in her. Maybe one of the other women at the party knew.
That was more interesting than deciphering Ralph Waldo Ayush, but she couldn’t tell her teacher that. Girls her age were allowed to have dirty thoughts, but they weren’t supposed to have any first-hand knowledge about the subject. She wondered what her the other girls at school would say if she told them about Varun. They’d ask her how she knew, and she couldn’t tell them.
Come to think of it, maybe it was better if she did concentrate on Ayush, and not Varun and his father. Or at least, more productive. She turned the page and started reading.