"Anyway," Wendy continued. "I’m in the front of the crowd, and he notices me."
Wendy’s middle finger now appeared and started to lightly stroke the folds of skin between her two cunt lips.
"James Dean and I lock eyes together, and something electric passes between us."
I could now see moisture start to build inside Wendy’s lips. Her middle finger was still slowly and languorously rubbing between her spread lips.
"The next thing I know, we’re both alone. I don’t know where all the other girls went, but we’re alone, in this huge bedroom with a giant four-poster bed."
Wendy’s middle finger was now curving slightly downward, going in and out of her hole. Her knees had moved wider apart.
"I’m dressed in this white chiffon gown," Wendy continued, her words coming a bit slower now. Her eyes were closed. "I have nothing on underneath the gown, and through the translucent fabric, I’m sure he is able to see my body. He’s looking at me with these great big brown puppy-dog eyes."
Wendy’s finger had moved upward, and I could see the nub of flesh that Patrice had called her "clittie" sticking out a bit. Wendy’s finger moved around it, not touching it directly.
"You’re beautiful, do you know that? he tells me," Wendy said with a sigh. "And I throw my arms around him and we hug together, and I can feel my breasts start to press into his strong body."
With the mention of her breasts, I noticed that Wendy’s other hand was rubbing her left breast, her fingers tracing circles around her nipple, which looked dark and swollen.
Wendy sighed, and continued. "James' face lowers down to meet mine, and we kiss. I can feel his tongue, very insistent, pressing into mine, and I suck it in."
Wendy’s middle finger had returned to her hole once more, pushing in and out, faster than before.
"He picks me up, and carries me to bed. And as he gently puts me down on the mattress, he kisses my breasts — somehow, my gown has disappeared, as well as James Dean’s. He is naked, and standing over me, his strong muscles bulging on his shoulders and chest. From my position on the bed, I cannot see his pen-… his… manhood…, since he is bent over me on the high bed."
Wendy’s breath started to catch, as her index finger made its way back upward, this time actually touching her clittie. Her finger spent a few seconds rubbing a tiny circle around her hot button.
I felt movement from Patty’s thigh, which was still touching mine. I saw that Patty was rubbing herself between her legs, in much the same way as Wendy was, apparently turned on by her friend’s fantasy.
I looked at Camille, who was idly playing with her breasts and staring at Wendy’s masturbation.
Wendy’s index finger moved toward her clittie, and that finger and her middle finger moved so that her clittie was caught between them. She moved the two fingers together, squeezing her clittie.
"James Dean moves over me…" Wendy continued, her voice almost breathless, and dimming to a whisper. Her fingers had picked up their pace, and her ass was now squirming as her fingers continued to tantalize her sensitive spot. "He… he… moves my legs apart…"
I felt a hand on my own, and realized that I was slowly rubbing myself to Wendy’s story. Camille’s hand moved over mine, and touched my shaft lightly. She started a very light jacking motion once again, which, I had to admit, felt as wonderful as any blow job I had received up until then. It was like my balls were ready to explode.
I continued staring at Wendy’s frantic movements of her fingers and her ass, her breathing becoming erratic, her story long forgotten. "Oooh…" she cooed, feeling her passion well up within her.
Camille’s hands were now alone on my cock, and their movements quickened as she continued her feathery light touch.
"Aaah…" moaned Wendy, her orgasm starting.
I saw the rapturous joy on Wendy’s face, and Camille’s fingers started moving even faster, her light touch rubbing rather than stroking my dick. The lightness of her touch thrilled me, and I found myself spurting with a power that I never suspected that I had… my semen shot up in the air in an arc that reached Wendy’s writhing body. Then another spurt, and another, the last only making it as far as my thighs.
Camille’s hands were a gooey mess, and yet she continued her light and fast rubbing. I felt my balls spurt some more, but there was no more semen coming.
Wendy’s orgasm was fading, and I saw that she had blotches of my semen just below her belly button and on her thumb, and also matting her sparse blonde cunt hairs.
Wendy’s thumb started rubbing my semen into her mound, finding the pool near her belly button.
I heard a noise at my other side, and saw that Patty had achieved what seemed to be a minor orgasm as well.
Camille’s jacking motion slowed down, and I felt my fluids slimy on my shaft as her light motions had the effect of rubbing my semen into my skin. Finally, her hand left my shaft completely.
I stared at Wendy, whose eyes were closed and who appeared to be asleep. Her fingers were still on her crotch, but were no longer moving.
After about five minutes, Patty finally spoke. "Wow! That was intense!"
There was general murmurs of agreement from the other two girls (Wendy apparently had just been resting and hadn’t really been asleep).
I considered this display the most erotic that I had seen yet in my newly budding sex life. Three girls and myself, and most of us achieving orgasm thanks to a fantasy from Wendy!
I looked down and saw that my lap was a mess. "Ugh!" I said.
The three girls followed my gaze, and Camille asked, "Sorry if I made a mess, Jim. Want me to clean it up?"
Patty added, "I think there are Kleenex in the car."
Camille smiled at her friend, "Oh. I can think of a better way to clean him off…"
Patty looked curious, and then Camille bent down and placed a quick kiss on the tip of my dick.
"Oh!" Patty exclaimed. "Do you actually… you know… do that?"
"What?" asked Camille. "Give head? Of course!"
Patty crinkled her nose. It was apparent that she had never even suspected that her friend had performed oral sex. "Oh," she said, thinking to herself.
"Patty?" I asked. "You’ve never given a guy a blow job?"
Patty shook her head in response.
Camille said, "Sometimes, it’s easier to just blow a guy than to go all the way. You can even do it in a car."
Patty shrugged, apparently unconvinced. She turned to her other friend. "Wendy, did you ever…? You know…"
Wendy had already gotten up from her reclining position, and was once again sitting Indian style on the blanket. "Of course. Cammie is right. It’s easier. And, you don’t have to get undressed."
Patty looked from Wendy to Camille. "Oh. I always thought…" Her voice trailed off.
Camille smiled, almost laughing. "Thought it’s disgusting?"
Patty nodded, shyly.
"Come here," Camille ordered, pointing to my dick. "Give it a taste. It’s not that bad."
Patty asked, "You mean… lick off his sperm?" She made a bit of a face.
I felt a bit disconcerted about Patty’s apparent dislike of my fluids. I mean, she hadn’t even tried doing it. Neither Patrice nor Marla seemed to have any aversion to taking my fluids in their mouths.
"Of course, silly," chided Camille. "Come here, now!"
Patty stayed where she was.
I said, softly, "Come on, Patty. Give it a try."
It sounded like a mild suggestion, but all three girls were still under orders to obey me until midnight, so in reality, my suggestion had the effect of an order.
Patty seemed reluctant as she bent over in compliance.
Camille seemed a tiny bit surprised that Patty had changed her mind so quickly, but recovered and gave her advice. "Come now. Just take a gentle lick from the shaft… That’s right… See? What do you think?"