All the way is not all there is

It was the year I left school, and I was determined to embrace adulthood in every way I could. Most of all, that meant getting my hands on some girls. I had had plenty of fumbling, rummaging around in my girlfriend’s pants and keeping her fabulous scent on my finger for as long as I could, washing my hands but not that part, so that I could casually run it under my nose wherever I was and evoke the smell of a young vagina. I had had holiday jobs, and met some older girls through them, but they weren’t interested in a slightly nervous overgrown boy. It is true what they say: youth is wasted on the young. If I had known then what I know now, my teenage years would have been a lot more satisfying. Anyway, I was determined to make up for lost time. One night I was in a pub in the seaside town where I grew up, talking to some friends, when in walked a group of women – well, girls in their late 20s. I recognized one of them as Sybil, whom I had met while working in the gas company offices one Easter. She was tall, slim and had beautiful breasts, which she highlighted by wearing tight sweaters. “Dead heat in the zeppelin race,” one of the other guys in the office had observed. I had tried my fledgling charm on her, but she could read me like a book and quietly but firmly put me in my place. For one thing, I didn’t have a car, and she seemed to regard that as proof of the masculinity or otherwise of any man/boy. She and her friends got their drinks and sat at a table in the corner. I didn’t have the guts to go over and introduce myself, but I did manage to catch her eye and we waved and smiled, she with an enigmatic smirk that could have meant anything – except an invitation to go over and join her. As the evening wore on, her friends disappeared in ones and twos, until there was just her and one other left. I went to the bar to get a drink and Sybil came and stood alongside me. “Gas company,” I said. “That’s what my friends call me,” she said, as cool as hell. “Would you like a drink?” I asked. “I’d like a lift,” she said. “You old enough to drive yet?” Her tone wasn’t quite offensive, but not far off. “Where d’you want to go?” I asked. “Home,” she said. “Tracy and me are pissed off with the world and we’re going to go back to my place and drink a bottle of vodka.” “Oh. Okay,” I mumbled. “I’ll take you. Give me a shout when you want to go.” She walked back to her table and spoke to Tracy, who looked over at me with marginal interest. Sybil sat down again and said something and they both started to giggle. Tracy looked over at me again and there was a smile in her eyes, but it wasn’t for me particularly. It was left over from Sybil making her laugh. I rejoined the conversation with my friends, who I hadn’t told about my sexy female acquaintance. They had decided to move on somewhere else and assumed I would go with them, but as they stood up, Sybil walked over, putting on her coat. She didn’t say anything to me, just looked, and I stood up and said, “I’ll see you, gents.” They all kind of looked at me as I walked out the door. I was looking to see if they were looking. Sybil got in the front and Tracy in the back. They were both wearing short skirts and I was very aware of the expanse of female flesh in the confines of my small car. I felt I could smell pussy, but it was probably just my imagination. We drove about a mile to a block of flats and I stopped outside to let them out. “I thought he was coming in,” Tracy said when I stayed where I was. “You can come in if you like,” Sybil said in an exaggeratedly funny way. “Okay,” I said and got out. Sybil’s flat was quite big by my standards and I gathered that Tracy lived there too, because they put their coats in separate rooms. I sat in an armchair and they sat on the sofa, pouring vodka and lemonade. Sybil put on some music and they giggled together a lot. I made attempts to join the conversation, but they didn’t seem to notice. Eventually I was feeling so uncomfortable that I decided to leave. I stood up and Sybil said, “What are you doing?” “Got to go,” I said unconvincingly. “No you haven’t,” Sybil said flatly. “Are you feeling left out?” Tracy mocked, then moved away from Sybil and said, “Come and sit here.” I thought about really leaving, to spare myself further embarrassment, but Sybil’s face had changed and she was now smiling at me. She put out her arms in a kind of welcoming gesture and I went and sat between them. “I’m a fucking man-eater,” Tracy said, putting a hand on my thigh. “And Sybil tells me you’re a virgin.” I blushed and said, “I’m not, I’m just…” “You are,” Sybil said. “You’ve never been with a woman, now have you?” “Be honest,” Tracy said, as I tried in vain to think of something cool to say or do. “Okay. No. Not all the way,” was the best I could manage. “And what do you think is ‘all the way’?” Tracy said earnestly. “You can go further than all the way.” I sat back in my seat, outclassed and tongue-tied. “Wait there,” Tracy said, patting my leg as she stood up and dragged Sybil into the kitchen. There followed mumblings, whooping and cries of “What?” and “Yes!”, before they came back into the room. “Your room?” Sybil asked, and Tracy nodded, taking my hand and pulling me with her. Once inside her bedroom, she fished in a drawer and came out with a scarf. Sybil unbuttoned my shirt and took it off, then Tracy turned me around and tied the scarf around my head like a blindfold. “Take the rest off,” Tracy said firmly. “Me?” I said with an uncomfortable laugh. She grabbed the end of my belt and pulled it back so that the tongue sprang out. The expression that comes to mind here in retrospect is ‘What’s the worst that can happen?’ but that is to ignore the unnatural feeling of the whole situation. However, I took off my jeans and underpants and stood there, willing my cock not to let me down. It made a slight attempt to accommodate me. There were the sounds of cupboard doors opening and drawers closing, and a bit of muttering. I wasn’t afraid of being harmed, but humiliation was a distinct possibility. Then one of them took me by the hand and walked me over to the side of the room and Sybil said “Sit on the floor.” I did, and felt something like cotton beneath me, on top of cork tiles. “Lie back,” Tracy said, so I did. There was a bit of whispering and shuffling around, then I felt flesh against my hips on either side, and then more against my shoulders. “Okay,” Tracy said to Sybil, and the flesh against my shoulders moved as she lifted my head and removed the blindfold. As my eyes got used to the light I saw Sybil’s naked crotch right above my face, fair and furry, just out of reach. I was still taking that in when I felt a trickle of liquid on my thighs, and I contorted my neck to look through Sybil’s legs, where I saw what must have been Tracy, pissing on me. “Fuck,” was all I could say. “You like it?” Tracy asked encouragingly. “Well, em, yeah,” I said, and she moved closer, urinating on my balls. My cock certainly liked it, even if my conscious mind was still too taken aback. Her piss trickled between my thighs and into my arse, and at that point I decided I did like it. It was the most incredible feeling and it continued for what must have been 30 seconds. When she had finished, Tracy said “Syb.” Sybil’s body tensed and nothing happened for a couple of seconds, and then she started, her flickering, wavering, unfocused stream on my chest, up on my face and then down to my mouth. I opened my mouth automatically and caught a small amount before it shot up again into my hair, finally fading down like a hose being turned off, and drops of her urine dripped onto my chest. “I think he likes it,” Tracy said, grabbing my hard, eager cock. She maneouvred herself so her crotch was in the right position, then slid her beautiful, sexy body onto mine, her cunt enveloping my penis as if she owned me. As if that weren’t enough, Sybil began to wriggle and move down until her wet, sweet, salty crotch was on my face and my tongue licked her as if I was starving, which in a way I suppose I had been. Inexperienced as I was, I didn’t last more than a minute before my spasming loins squirted my spunk into Tracy. Sybil ground her pussy into my mouth and nose, before they both climbed off. “You’ll improve,” Sybil said.