Summer understood the assignment and began to move his cockflesh up and down gently. Her tight grip made the strokes more effective.
She stopped kissing and leaned into him, head into his shoulder.
“Am I doing this right?”
Bryce nodded, then returned to kissing her as she increased her manipulation.
Bryce could feel his ejaculation growing and was unsure whether he should stop her or let her finish him off.
Summer felt Bryce’s cock pulse and looked down into the water to see what was happening. She could see his penis just below the clear water. Bryce let out a groan as white ropes of cum spit from his penis and dissipated into thin whisps, looking like smoke rising from a chimney. Summer felt more pulses and additional releases of his milky effluence.
Excited by her success in pleasing him, Summer began to stroke Bryce’s cock faster, but he quickly put an end to that.
“Slow, careful. Once I finish, it’s sensitive.”
Summer smiled and released Bryce’s cock, then put her arm around him and let their tongues explore each other.
“I’m freezing,” she whispered.
Holding Bryce’s hand, Summer led him out of the water and into the warmth of the sweltering summer day.
They walked to a huge flat rock tipped back to an incline. Summer smiled as Bryce lay next to her. He turned and resumed kissing.
Moving his kissing to her neck, Bryce’s hands explored her breasts and gently rubbed her nipples. Summer desperately wanted to feel his mouth on her breasts but was unsure whether she should ask. Bryce broke away to admire her body, and she took the opportunity to hold her right breast in hand, holding it out and offering him to taste her.
Bryce moved in, gently moving his tongue around her areola, tasting her wet flesh, remains of her soap, and suntan lotion. Moving his mouth over her inverted nipple, his tongue ran across the fold that held her nipples at bay, then felt the fold widen as Hana’s nipple began to expand and push out of the fold.
Summer let out a deep breath of pleasure as Bryce’s tongue circled. Moving his mouth to her other breast, Bryce attacked the small fold in the center of her areola, coaxing the other nipple to the surface.
Summer’s pussy was aching for attention, and she could not wait for Bryce to find his way there. She moved her hand to his and directed it to her pubic mound. Opening her legs, Bryce knew the assignment and stroked the slit of her vagina with his index finger, then pushed through the fold to feel the velvet warmth of her pussy. It was a unique softness that had no comparison. While her body was still wet from the river water, the wetness Bryce could feel inside Summer was different. It was warm, dense like a silky lotion.
Bryce added a second finger, which was met with a receptive groan from Summer. Still locked in a kiss, he knew touching certain areas of her vagina would make her orgasm, so it was just a matter of finding that spot.
The feeling of Bryce’s fingers sliding up and down her pussy felt incredible. When his fingers were near the top of her vagina, they would move across her clitoris, creating an instant reaction in her legs. Bryce noticed the link between the location and her response and concentrated his fingers on the thick nub at the top of her slit.
“Right there,” Summer breathed heavily, “right there.”
Using her hand, she kept his fingers on her swollen clit. Now that he was in the right spot, Bryce moved half his body to Summer’s. The weight of his body on hers and the gentle flicking of her clit made Summer begin to breathe quickly. She had given herself orgasms in the past, even though she was often told never to touch herself for satisfaction, but now this beautiful boy laying on her was bringing her to an unstoppable orgasm.
“Please don’t stop. I’m going to cum, I feel it…”
Summer let out a long moan as Bryce could feel her muscles clenching and relaxing, then clenching again and again and again. Holding his hand in place as she writhed in pleasure, the orgasm seemed to go on and on, then slowly rolled to a stop.
When it was done, Summer opened her eyes wide in absolute astonishment. She had to catch her breath as she looked at Bryce and passionately kissed him. Bryce rolled off her. When he removed her hand, the tilted grey rock below her was wet from her relentless water flow.
“Was that from me?” she asked, knowing the answer.
“Was that good?” Bryce responded.
“Good, it was amazing. It was fucking amazing.”
Bryce smiled at Summer’s awkward use of profanity. She was getting better at it. The two remained on the wet rock, kissing gently. Bryce lay on his back, and Summer cuddled into him.
“Why did we wait so long to do that?” she asked.
“I wanted to do that the moment we met.”
“Perhaps you should have,” she replied.
“Easy to say now that we took the long road.”
After resting for a while, Summer looked at the sun nearing the horizon.
“I gotta get home. It’s getting late.”
The two walked through the woods, picked up their artwork, and dressed. Their excitement was palpable, and they knew tomorrow could not come fast enough.
Bryce helped Summer onto her outboard and sent her off with a passionate kiss, which made her mouth tingle for the ride home. He set sail for his summer home, lost in happiness.
Summer hid her sketch pad in a storage shed by the dock when she moored her boat. She did not want her family to see what she had been working on that day.
When Summer arrived at the island the next day, she followed the trail to the clearing in the center to find a canvas tent had been erected. Bryce was hard at work tying down stakes to keep it upright.
“It’s an old World War Two tent we keep at the camp. It needs to air out, but it’s a good shelter if it rains. Inside, he had spread out a canvas tarp for a floor and brought several blankets.”
“So, that happened yesterday,” she said trying to break the ice.
“Yes, it did.”
“I had a dream with you in it last night. You were kissing me-”
“Well, we did kiss a lot yesterday,”
“You were not kissing me on the lips. You were…you were kissing me down there.”
Summer pointed to her shorts.
“Oh, wow, I see.”
“I’m not that naïve; I know about guys eating out a girl. But I’m sure most guys would not want to do that.”
“I think you would find the opposite to be true. There is no part of your body I would not want to touch and kiss.”
“There is no part of my body I don’t want you to touch and kiss,” she replied quietly.
That was all it took, and the two found themselves inside the tent, wrapped in each other’s arms, rolling around on the sleeping bags Bryce had laid out for blankets.
Bryce rolled on top of Summer, looking down at her.
Moving much faster today, his kisses drifted down her neck to the bikini top covering her breasts. Pulling the material aside, he let his tongue go to work on her inverted nipples, knowing the key to bringing them to life.
Summer pulled Bryce’s shirt off, desperate to feel his flesh against hers. Despite his shorts, she could feel his erection pressing on her. She desperately wanted to see his cock close up and try to make him cum, but that would have to wait because he was already fumbling with her shorts, and she was equally excited to give him access to her pussy so that he could explore her deeper. Her roommate at BYU talked about the G spot, and while she had often probed herself if that spot existed, she had yet to find it.
Summer pulled her shorts down along with the bikini bottom she wore as underwear which was soaked in anticipation. The healthy patch of hair that covered her pussy was in contrast to the large white triangle her sensible bathing suit bottom created as a tan line.
Bryce returned to her nipples, which were plump and erect, and considered what his next move might be. He felt Summer pushing on his head and realized she wanted him to go below her breasts.
He began to kiss down along her flat stomach, finding a faint blond trail of thin hair below her navel that led to her hair-covered pussy. She was unshaven but not overly hairy. The top of her pubic hair ended just below her tan line, thickening as it went down, filling the gap between her legs at its fullest. Below her vagina, the hair continued as it tapered into and around her hidden sphincter.
Bryce studied her anatomy until he felt another push from her hand, and he knew the assignment. His cock thickened at the prospect of tasting Summer’s vagina. Yesterday, after he used his fingers to bring her to orgasm on the flat rock, he smelled his fingers and found the perfume of her pussy to be intoxicating. The idea of tasting her was overwhelming. But he was unsure what she might smell like. He had sniffed his friend’s mother’s underwear and loved the earthy bouquet it offered, but this was a real woman.
report Summer opened her legs, causing her lips to separate and presenting her pink insides. His face was now between her legs. Her scent filled his nose. The smell was pleasant and familiar. Then he placed it; it was reminiscent of the faint odor of a wet band-aid bandage. Inhaling a second time, he felt himself getting charged up.
“Have you done this before?”
Bryce looked up and shook his head no.
Summer smiled; she would be his first, and he his. She gently lifted a finger from the bottom of her sealed labia, separating it like flower petals. Her viscous love honey was thick, and when she reached the top, she held out her finger, inviting Bryce to sample.
Putting his mouth on her wet finger, he got his first taste of a woman’s vagina and could feel his heart race. Unsure if it was the moment he was living in or some chemical reaction to her juices, Bryce was anxious to continue and pushed his face into her.
With her left hand, Summer caressed her breasts while continuing to use her other hand to tease her pussy, occasionally holding it open. Bryce ran a finger along her protruding lips, feeling her growing moisture. The thick pubic hair around her open slit was soaked with the moisture of her anticipation. He could see and smell beads of her dew and could even see a trickle of her juices running down her inner thigh and disappearing into the curve of her ass.
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