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Hi from Roxanne.
I did something I wasn't expecting to do when I went on that camping trip to the Kia Iwi Lakes. I changed my status in the Letters Group from ‘nonsexual’ to ‘sexual.’ This led to me losing my virginity as well. At the time, I didn't think making a story about it was that important, but now I am pleased that you, Kalki, did it for me. Thank you for that. It is a good story, I like it.
I did something I wasn't expecting to do when I went on that camping trip to the Kia Iwi Lakes. I changed my status in the Letters Group from ‘nonsexual’ to ‘sexual.’ This led to me losing my virginity as well. At the time, I didn't think making a story about it was that important, but now I am pleased that you, Kalki, did it for me. Thank you for that. It is a good story, I like it.
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Hi from Kalki.
Yes, I know. This story is not really about me, but when neither of the other two wanted to write it, it came back to me to do it. Shanti said it was important that someone recorded what happened because she knew that later, Roxanne might regret not having a special story of her own. Since I was the only other witness to what happened, I went with it, intending to write a story Roxanne would be proud of. Soon, my husband, Hamza, became involved in writing as well. We also contacted Roxanne to get ideas from her. So, this became a three-way writing venture.
So, as far as I know, what happened was this young European woman named Roxanne got to the camping at the lake, saw all the adult fun that was going on and decided to change her status in the Letters Group from ‘nonsexual’ to ‘sexual.’ Since she was over the age of eighteen, it shouldn't have been a problem, just a case of the three leaders agreeing and making some statement regarding Roxanne’s new status. She would then be able to become sexually active with any consenting members of the group.
But there was a problem. Roxanne was also a virgin, having never had full sex before. After a long talk with Shanti, Roxanne was encouraged to take a man from the group to be her first. That is where we came in. She had a short list of names of men who might be suitable. I think Riya had a hand in this, and after some consideration, Roxanne chose my husband, Hamza.
I remember it came as a bit of a shock since we hardly knew this girl, having only met her once we arrived in New Zealand. I knew nothing about all this, but Ian from Australia had dropped the word to Hamza that a request might be coming his way. I’m not sure how Ian found out. Most likely from Riya, those two seem very close.
But there was a problem. Roxanne was also a virgin, having never had full sex before. After a long talk with Shanti, Roxanne was encouraged to take a man from the group to be her first. That is where we came in. She had a short list of names of men who might be suitable. I think Riya had a hand in this, and after some consideration, Roxanne chose my husband, Hamza.
I remember it came as a bit of a shock since we hardly knew this girl, having only met her once we arrived in New Zealand. I knew nothing about all this, but Ian from Australia had dropped the word to Hamza that a request might be coming his way. I’m not sure how Ian found out. Most likely from Riya, those two seem very close.
Anyway, to return to my story, Roxanne approached us and explained how she had requested permission from Shanti to change her sexual status within the group. She then explained that she was still a virgin and was looking for her first man. She then said she had decided on my husband if he and I were willing. Me being asked too! That was a bit of a surprise. Since both Hamza and I have an open relationship concerning people within this group, I would have thought it wouldn’t be necessary to ask me as well, but it seemed Shanti had insisted on it.
“What do you think, honey?” Hamza turned to ask me.
“It’s up to you,” I said. “You’re the one with the cock. You have to do it.”
“No, it’s both of you. I want you to be there too, Kalki,” Roxanne replied.
“What do you need...” I began.
“It is not a need, Kalki. I want you there,” this younger girl said.
“I am happy with that,” I said. “If you want me, I'm happy to be there for you, Roxanne.”
“Yes, I’m fine with that,” Roxanne said. “I want a woman there. I was going to ask Mum, anyway.”
“I’m fine, if Deanna wants to be with us,” Hamza said, looking at Deanna.
I think Hamza was thinking about setting himself up for a mother/daughter session, but what we didn’t know was that Deanna had other plans.
“No, Hamza. Kalki can be there,” Deanna said, laughing. I think she saw what he was up to and firmly closed down his Mother/Daughter fantasy. Ha! Ha!
So, that was how it was decided. This young woman had chosen my husband, Hamza. We didn’t know why, but we thought maybe Riya was involved. I also didn’t understand why I needed to be there, but all three of them seemed to think it was important, so I agreed, happy to go along with it. It was arranged for that evening, after the entertainment had finished. This younger woman would spend the night with us in our tent.
“What do you think, honey?” Hamza turned to ask me.
“It’s up to you,” I said. “You’re the one with the cock. You have to do it.”
“No, it’s both of you. I want you to be there too, Kalki,” Roxanne replied.
“What do you need...” I began.
“It is not a need, Kalki. I want you there,” this younger girl said.
“I am happy with that,” I said. “If you want me, I'm happy to be there for you, Roxanne.”
“Yes, I’m fine with that,” Roxanne said. “I want a woman there. I was going to ask Mum, anyway.”
“I’m fine, if Deanna wants to be with us,” Hamza said, looking at Deanna.
I think Hamza was thinking about setting himself up for a mother/daughter session, but what we didn’t know was that Deanna had other plans.
“No, Hamza. Kalki can be there,” Deanna said, laughing. I think she saw what he was up to and firmly closed down his Mother/Daughter fantasy. Ha! Ha!
So, that was how it was decided. This young woman had chosen my husband, Hamza. We didn’t know why, but we thought maybe Riya was involved. I also didn’t understand why I needed to be there, but all three of them seemed to think it was important, so I agreed, happy to go along with it. It was arranged for that evening, after the entertainment had finished. This younger woman would spend the night with us in our tent.
Later, I was down on the beach with most of the kids. I was naked from swimming, and now we were making sandcastles and forts. It was fun, actually, getting down in the sand and making things. Didn’t matter how sandy and dirty we got, as we could wash off in the water afterwards. A good excuse for a woman like me to play sandcastles, too. I can blame it on helping the kids.
Young Roxanne was there as well. I looked over at her and smiled. “How are you feeling about tonight?” I asked.
With kids all around us, she couldn’t say much but just replied, “I’m… ok. Just a little bit nervous.”
“You’ll be fine. Every woman does it eventually. And I know Hamza will take care of you. He was good with my first time; I was totally innocent, knew nothing about sex. He was with Riya, too.”
“I’ve heard about her,” she said.
So that confirmed the Ian connection. Hamza had been Riya’s first while we were in Australia. I had been there with them, too.
(See Story 263 Riya’s First Time – Part One.)
Then Riya had quickly got into some fun with Ian during her trip to the outback town. When they went camping near a waterfall, she even stayed in the same tent with him, no doubt having her pussy exercised while she was there.
(See Story 268 Desert Camping with Ian.)
Since then, he’d been with her a few times. I think he likes a bit of young, horny, Indian pussy. She's keen on him too, even when it's non-sexual; they often hang out together.
Young Roxanne was there as well. I looked over at her and smiled. “How are you feeling about tonight?” I asked.
With kids all around us, she couldn’t say much but just replied, “I’m… ok. Just a little bit nervous.”
“You’ll be fine. Every woman does it eventually. And I know Hamza will take care of you. He was good with my first time; I was totally innocent, knew nothing about sex. He was with Riya, too.”
“I’ve heard about her,” she said.
So that confirmed the Ian connection. Hamza had been Riya’s first while we were in Australia. I had been there with them, too.
(See Story 263 Riya’s First Time – Part One.)
Then Riya had quickly got into some fun with Ian during her trip to the outback town. When they went camping near a waterfall, she even stayed in the same tent with him, no doubt having her pussy exercised while she was there.
(See Story 268 Desert Camping with Ian.)
Since then, he’d been with her a few times. I think he likes a bit of young, horny, Indian pussy. She's keen on him too, even when it's non-sexual; they often hang out together.
So getting back to my story:-
We were on the lake beach making sand castles. Nearby, Amita was building a large sandcastle with some kids. She was close enough to hear us, and looked over and smiled, “Can I talk with you two?”
I stood up, and Roxanne was beside me. That was when Amita suggested we take a swim while we talked.
We left the kids and walked down to the water. I looked over and saw Jenny’s twins were watching us. I’m sure they knew something was up, but since they were in trouble with the leaders of the group after their nighttime stunt with Amita’s son, Stephen, they knew to keep low and not show any interest in what Roxanna was doing.
(See Story 304 Stephen and the Twins.)
Stepping into the water felt cold at first, but it was always like that on a hot day. Since all three of us were naked, we just walked straight into the water. Going in deep enough to sit down, we turned to look at Amita.
She smiled. “Shanti has told me what is happening tonight. She asked me to talk with you both.”
We nodded to say that we were listening.
Amita began, “Normally, a woman’s first time takes place with just her and a man she chooses. Her husband, boyfriend, or someone she knows. Often, especially if the man isn’t sexually skilled, it doesn’t work out so well for the woman. Of course, she usually gets over it, and then she’ll most likely be fine, but it doesn’t have to be like that.”
She continued, “Shanti wants to ensure that your first time will be good and you’ll get to enjoy it. Perhaps even as far as getting an orgasm from it and begin to build confidence in your sexual ability. Part of this is to have a more experienced woman to help. Show you things that might be useful while being with a man.”
“Men, like Hamza, already know about this and are willing for the other woman to be there. That is why you, Kalki and Sairu were at Riya’s first time. So I’m sure Hamza will be expecting another woman to be present with you, Roxanne.”
I replied, “Sairu and I got carried away with the whole thing, and I think we weren’t much help with Riya.”
“Yes,” Amita said. “I heard you did get a bit over the top, but in her case, Riya was fit and athletic. I think that with her sports, she might have already opened herself up a bit. You know, Hamza says he didn’t experience much resistance entering her that first time.”
(Again, see Story 263 Riya’s First Time – Part One.)
We were on the lake beach making sand castles. Nearby, Amita was building a large sandcastle with some kids. She was close enough to hear us, and looked over and smiled, “Can I talk with you two?”
I stood up, and Roxanne was beside me. That was when Amita suggested we take a swim while we talked.
We left the kids and walked down to the water. I looked over and saw Jenny’s twins were watching us. I’m sure they knew something was up, but since they were in trouble with the leaders of the group after their nighttime stunt with Amita’s son, Stephen, they knew to keep low and not show any interest in what Roxanna was doing.
(See Story 304 Stephen and the Twins.)
Stepping into the water felt cold at first, but it was always like that on a hot day. Since all three of us were naked, we just walked straight into the water. Going in deep enough to sit down, we turned to look at Amita.
She smiled. “Shanti has told me what is happening tonight. She asked me to talk with you both.”
We nodded to say that we were listening.
Amita began, “Normally, a woman’s first time takes place with just her and a man she chooses. Her husband, boyfriend, or someone she knows. Often, especially if the man isn’t sexually skilled, it doesn’t work out so well for the woman. Of course, she usually gets over it, and then she’ll most likely be fine, but it doesn’t have to be like that.”
She continued, “Shanti wants to ensure that your first time will be good and you’ll get to enjoy it. Perhaps even as far as getting an orgasm from it and begin to build confidence in your sexual ability. Part of this is to have a more experienced woman to help. Show you things that might be useful while being with a man.”
“Men, like Hamza, already know about this and are willing for the other woman to be there. That is why you, Kalki and Sairu were at Riya’s first time. So I’m sure Hamza will be expecting another woman to be present with you, Roxanne.”
I replied, “Sairu and I got carried away with the whole thing, and I think we weren’t much help with Riya.”
“Yes,” Amita said. “I heard you did get a bit over the top, but in her case, Riya was fit and athletic. I think that with her sports, she might have already opened herself up a bit. You know, Hamza says he didn’t experience much resistance entering her that first time.”
(Again, see Story 263 Riya’s First Time – Part One.)
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Saree Stripping Game.
Well, we got to the evening, and once the younger kids were gone, they had a couple of games first. The sari stripping game was fun. Being an Indian, I got into that. Amita had dropped the word to us to have a saree with us on this camping trip, so all of us from India did. We also had a few spares between us, so some of the white girls from Australia and New Zealand could join in too. That was fun getting them dressed up in sarees.
(Again, see Story 309 Saree Stripping Party.)
Twenty-two women ended up playing. I selected Naughty Farmer Tom to play with me, and as I expected, he was very naughty with me. As we watched the first contestants, I was leaning back against him. Soon, his hands were touching things a good boy wouldn’t. Playing with my breasts through my saree, even rubbing at my pussy. Already playing and we hadn't started yet! But then, why should I be surprised, as I did select one of the naughty boys?
We were scheduled in the third heat, and after the big water fight where I had been caught with a direct hit from the hose, I was already soaking wet. We stepped under the shower together, and quickly the fun began.
The idea was that the lady had to be presented soaking wet, wearing her silk saree, before the man would undress her until she was naked. But in all cases before us, both man and woman had ended up naked with lots of playing, as well.
We decided the best way was to remove each other’s clothing, taking turns to remove an item. Not quite what the rules said, but to be honest, we couldn’t leave each other alone; we had to play. Of course, his hands were all over me, and I was the same with him.
But with Naughty Farmer Tom, it didn’t work out like that. For no reason at all, he bent me over and slapped my bum. Why? I don’t know. I hadn’t done anything. Anyway, that started it, and now Tom needed to be punished. It was more like a war than a stripping show, but finally we managed to get each other naked.
We moved to one of the foam beds, and I had him on his back while I rode him Cowboy style. I happened to make a comment that now I was the one at the top, the boss over Tom. Ha! Ha! That got him fighting again and made the sex much better for both of us. While I didn’t do as well at the orgasms since I was saving until later, we did have a lot of fun, and my pussy ended up taking two loads of his cum before we finished. I like being with him.
(Again, see Story 309 Saree Stripping Party.)
Twenty-two women ended up playing. I selected Naughty Farmer Tom to play with me, and as I expected, he was very naughty with me. As we watched the first contestants, I was leaning back against him. Soon, his hands were touching things a good boy wouldn’t. Playing with my breasts through my saree, even rubbing at my pussy. Already playing and we hadn't started yet! But then, why should I be surprised, as I did select one of the naughty boys?
We were scheduled in the third heat, and after the big water fight where I had been caught with a direct hit from the hose, I was already soaking wet. We stepped under the shower together, and quickly the fun began.
The idea was that the lady had to be presented soaking wet, wearing her silk saree, before the man would undress her until she was naked. But in all cases before us, both man and woman had ended up naked with lots of playing, as well.
We decided the best way was to remove each other’s clothing, taking turns to remove an item. Not quite what the rules said, but to be honest, we couldn’t leave each other alone; we had to play. Of course, his hands were all over me, and I was the same with him.
But with Naughty Farmer Tom, it didn’t work out like that. For no reason at all, he bent me over and slapped my bum. Why? I don’t know. I hadn’t done anything. Anyway, that started it, and now Tom needed to be punished. It was more like a war than a stripping show, but finally we managed to get each other naked.
We moved to one of the foam beds, and I had him on his back while I rode him Cowboy style. I happened to make a comment that now I was the one at the top, the boss over Tom. Ha! Ha! That got him fighting again and made the sex much better for both of us. While I didn’t do as well at the orgasms since I was saving until later, we did have a lot of fun, and my pussy ended up taking two loads of his cum before we finished. I like being with him.
After our show, I looked around those watching and saw Roxanne. She was already naked, sitting beside Mike. I was a bit surprised she hadn’t chosen him. The New Zealand women called him a ‘pussy popper’ with having been the first for a few of the women already. I like that, ‘pussy popper,’ I must remember that.
Mike was looking down at her, too. Checking out her young naked body. I’m sure he would have been willing to ‘pop her pussy’ if he had been asked. Most men would have, I think. Roxanna was a very attractive woman.
Even I would like to play with her. Since that evening with Riya when the game we played had asked Sairu and me to do things together, I have come to enjoy being with a woman. Not all women are into it, especially the Indian ones, but Sairu and I enjoy playing together, and it gets our husbands so excited to watch us. It always ended with us on the bed, side by side as our husbands pounded into us, making us straight again, they say.
But no, Roxanne hadn't gone with one of the New Zealand men; she wanted something different. A chocolate cock, it seems. She selected an Indian man. My husband! Maybe another ‘pussy popper’ in the making. Well, as far as I know, Roxanne would be his third, after Riya and me.
Mike was looking down at her, too. Checking out her young naked body. I’m sure he would have been willing to ‘pop her pussy’ if he had been asked. Most men would have, I think. Roxanna was a very attractive woman.
Even I would like to play with her. Since that evening with Riya when the game we played had asked Sairu and me to do things together, I have come to enjoy being with a woman. Not all women are into it, especially the Indian ones, but Sairu and I enjoy playing together, and it gets our husbands so excited to watch us. It always ended with us on the bed, side by side as our husbands pounded into us, making us straight again, they say.
But no, Roxanne hadn't gone with one of the New Zealand men; she wanted something different. A chocolate cock, it seems. She selected an Indian man. My husband! Maybe another ‘pussy popper’ in the making. Well, as far as I know, Roxanne would be his third, after Riya and me.
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Cumming to Music.
Most of us were relaxing after the saree fun. Jenny was telling them about how she made herself cum while listening to music. She had said that Led Zeppelin - Stairway to Heaven, was her favourite. Who was that? I had no idea. At first, I thought it was a man until they informed us it was a group. But when the other girls were lining up to play, I joined in, too.
(Again, see Story 308 - Led Zeppelin - Stairway to Heaven.)
Not knowing this music, I was content to wait until the second group. First, Jenny described the music and how it started slowly and built to a climax. Hopefully, an orgasm as well. Ha! Ha!
She talked about the two leaders, one the singer and the other on a guitar. She talked of the guitar of making love to his guitar instead of playing it. I wondered about that. How could someone make love to a guitar? That was funny, and I giggled like some of the others.
It was then that we all watched the song being played. I liked the song and liked the music even though I wasn’t used to this Rocky music. I saw the singer, Robert Plant, whose shirt was open, leaving the front of his body naked. His pants were very tight, and I noticed the shape of his cock too. Sexy! The guitar player, Jimmy Page, was amazing too. He played a very strange-looking guitar that had two keyboards. And the way he held and played it, I could see what Jenny meant about making love with it.
Now came the first heat with the women lying back so they could watch the video while working on their pussies. It was interesting to watch, and I must confess to watching the women more than the video. They had different ways of doing it, different ways to make themselves cum. The goal was to orgasm on the last word, ‘heaven’, but most were either too fast or too slow. Kala seemed like she was the closest, but not right on that word.
I thought about how I could do this, hold myself until the last moments of the song and then quickly build to my climax. It was a good strategy, but as I was to find out, it was easy saying what you would do, but another matter doing it.
I was among the other girls, mostly Indian, in this heat. I took my place lying back to watch the video. My legs were open, pussy on display for those watching. I discovered my pussy was wet already, so it would just be a matter of controlling the buildup.
The video started, and the music too. I watched as my fingers began working my pussy. Both hands, fingers working myself, left hand pushing into the love hole while the right hand worked around my clitty without touching it at first. This was hot. Doing it with those other women, all the others watching. It was getting to me too quickly.
At one point, I almost cum but managed to save myself, to back off a bit for a while. I think I would have been close until I heard Jaynitha cum. She moaned, then cried out. That was so sexy! I don’t know why, but it made me touch and pinch my swollen clitty. Before I could stop it, I had cum, and the music still continued. I had failed the contest, but my orgasm was a good one. So why should I be worried?
It was Nishi who won, landing her orgasm directly on the word Heaven. That was good; she could do that. She admitted that it was more an accident and luck than skill. But she was happy she had won, and I think, a bit embarrassed at the attention she had got.
(Again, see Story 308 - Led Zeppelin - Stairway to Heaven.)
Not knowing this music, I was content to wait until the second group. First, Jenny described the music and how it started slowly and built to a climax. Hopefully, an orgasm as well. Ha! Ha!
She talked about the two leaders, one the singer and the other on a guitar. She talked of the guitar of making love to his guitar instead of playing it. I wondered about that. How could someone make love to a guitar? That was funny, and I giggled like some of the others.
It was then that we all watched the song being played. I liked the song and liked the music even though I wasn’t used to this Rocky music. I saw the singer, Robert Plant, whose shirt was open, leaving the front of his body naked. His pants were very tight, and I noticed the shape of his cock too. Sexy! The guitar player, Jimmy Page, was amazing too. He played a very strange-looking guitar that had two keyboards. And the way he held and played it, I could see what Jenny meant about making love with it.
Now came the first heat with the women lying back so they could watch the video while working on their pussies. It was interesting to watch, and I must confess to watching the women more than the video. They had different ways of doing it, different ways to make themselves cum. The goal was to orgasm on the last word, ‘heaven’, but most were either too fast or too slow. Kala seemed like she was the closest, but not right on that word.
I thought about how I could do this, hold myself until the last moments of the song and then quickly build to my climax. It was a good strategy, but as I was to find out, it was easy saying what you would do, but another matter doing it.
I was among the other girls, mostly Indian, in this heat. I took my place lying back to watch the video. My legs were open, pussy on display for those watching. I discovered my pussy was wet already, so it would just be a matter of controlling the buildup.
The video started, and the music too. I watched as my fingers began working my pussy. Both hands, fingers working myself, left hand pushing into the love hole while the right hand worked around my clitty without touching it at first. This was hot. Doing it with those other women, all the others watching. It was getting to me too quickly.
At one point, I almost cum but managed to save myself, to back off a bit for a while. I think I would have been close until I heard Jaynitha cum. She moaned, then cried out. That was so sexy! I don’t know why, but it made me touch and pinch my swollen clitty. Before I could stop it, I had cum, and the music still continued. I had failed the contest, but my orgasm was a good one. So why should I be worried?
It was Nishi who won, landing her orgasm directly on the word Heaven. That was good; she could do that. She admitted that it was more an accident and luck than skill. But she was happy she had won, and I think, a bit embarrassed at the attention she had got.
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Roxanne’s First Time.
Now, finally, we come to the feature of the evening.
Well, it was the feature for Roxanna and Hamza. Maybe a little for me, too. He had been saving himself and so missed out on most of the evening fun. That was good of him, to make that special effort for her. Roxanne had also held herself back, waiting until she had been with Hamza.
I went off with them, going back to our tent, which Hamza and I were using. It was a bit different because all three of us were already naked. I think his slowly undressing her from some sexy clothing would have been good for both of them, but that was how it was, so that is how they had to do it.
“How should we do this?” Roxanne asked.
I think both Hamza and I saw that this young woman was suddenly nervous now that the big moment had come.
“Why don’t you both lie down on the mattress together. Make out a bit... touch each other,” I suggested.
I don’t know why I was directing things but them; someone had to do it.
Well, it was the feature for Roxanna and Hamza. Maybe a little for me, too. He had been saving himself and so missed out on most of the evening fun. That was good of him, to make that special effort for her. Roxanne had also held herself back, waiting until she had been with Hamza.
I went off with them, going back to our tent, which Hamza and I were using. It was a bit different because all three of us were already naked. I think his slowly undressing her from some sexy clothing would have been good for both of them, but that was how it was, so that is how they had to do it.
“How should we do this?” Roxanne asked.
I think both Hamza and I saw that this young woman was suddenly nervous now that the big moment had come.
“Why don’t you both lie down on the mattress together. Make out a bit... touch each other,” I suggested.
I don’t know why I was directing things but them; someone had to do it.
So that was what happened. They lay on their sides facing each other, and he must have noticed the concerned look on her face. He reached forward and kissed her on the nose. “Cheer up,” he encouraged her. “This is the beginning of a new Roxanne. The sexy one.”
She smiled at that, or rather, I should say she tried to smile.
When we first got into having love-games with others, Hamza and I decided that, of all the possible activities, lip kissing was the only thing out there. So, I noticed he didn’t do that to Roxanne. He went to her ear and neck using his lips to nibble her. She giggled at him nibbling her ear, but clearly liked him doing it to her neck.
While he was doing that, I noticed his hand going to her breast and nipple, then further down to explore her pussy. After a while of this, she became brave enough to take his cock in her hand.
“Oh! You are so hard. And hot too. I like feeling cocks like that.”
“Mine isn’t the first, then?” Hamza asked.
“I’ve touched others. Usually, through clothing, a couple of guys were bare. I’ve done a few blowjobs too. Would you like me to do for you?” Roxanne said.
“No, not now. But I’d love it later,” Hamza replied.
“I didn’t think you’d do blowjobs,” I said.
“Most girls learn. It keeps their boyfriends happy and not trying for sex,” Roxanne explained.
“Oh, I didn’t know boys were like that,” I said.
“In New Zealand, many of them are,” Roxanne replied.
She smiled at that, or rather, I should say she tried to smile.
When we first got into having love-games with others, Hamza and I decided that, of all the possible activities, lip kissing was the only thing out there. So, I noticed he didn’t do that to Roxanne. He went to her ear and neck using his lips to nibble her. She giggled at him nibbling her ear, but clearly liked him doing it to her neck.
While he was doing that, I noticed his hand going to her breast and nipple, then further down to explore her pussy. After a while of this, she became brave enough to take his cock in her hand.
“Oh! You are so hard. And hot too. I like feeling cocks like that.”
“Mine isn’t the first, then?” Hamza asked.
“I’ve touched others. Usually, through clothing, a couple of guys were bare. I’ve done a few blowjobs too. Would you like me to do for you?” Roxanne said.
“No, not now. But I’d love it later,” Hamza replied.
“I didn’t think you’d do blowjobs,” I said.
“Most girls learn. It keeps their boyfriends happy and not trying for sex,” Roxanne explained.
“Oh, I didn’t know boys were like that,” I said.
“In New Zealand, many of them are,” Roxanne replied.
Then my husband said, “Kalki, Roxanne is still a bit dry. Why don’t you eat her, get her ready?”
“Me, do it? Wasn't that his job?’ I thought. I was expecting to just watch. But Roxanne was a hot girl; if she needed some pussy eating, I was happy to do it.
She rolled onto her back and opened her legs for me. Such a nice pussy. Bright ginger. You don’t see that very often. Well, actually, for me from India, you would never see that. I could see she had neatly trimmed it, cutting back the hair around her lips and neatly shaping the top into a perfect triangle.
While Hamza went for her breast, cupping it with his hands while his mouth came down to her hard, pink nipple, I brought my face down to her pussy.
Her lips were slightly parted, and I could see the pink of her inner lip peaking through. I leaned closer and ran my tongue in a long lick up the full length of her lips. Her body shuddered, and she gave a soft moan. So, she likes that, does she?
I began working on her with my tongue and lips, giving licks as I pressed further inside as she was beginning to open, and nibbles on the pink of her swollen lips. It didn’t take much before she began to juice. I soon found myself lapping at this woman’s pussy, enjoying the taste.
By now, my husband had moved to her other breast, giving it the same treatment he had given to her first breast. Meanwhile, I could feel her giving little humps back at my face. Oh, this was good. She was enjoying it and getting horny. I decided it might be good if she enjoyed herself before they started the main event.
Reaching in with both hands, my fingers pulled her lips back, opening the soft, wet flesh inside. At the top, I could see her little bud hard and exposed. I had already seen how she had responded when my tongue had been near the top, so I knew what it would take to get her off now.
I pushed my tongue in deeper, running over her soft inner flesh. She liked that, moaning as she humped hard at me. I looked up and noticed Hamza had stopped to watch as I went in for the final part. Her clitty was hard as I licked over it, making her give a soft cry. My lips took hold, and I gave a couple of sucks before she pushed me off as she orgasmed. I like watching another woman orgasm almost as much as I like watching men. It made it extra special when it was I who caused the climax.
She took a while to recover, and then she looked down at me and smiled. “I never knew… like that… so good.”
“I'm glad you liked it,” I replied with a cheeky grin.
“Me, do it? Wasn't that his job?’ I thought. I was expecting to just watch. But Roxanne was a hot girl; if she needed some pussy eating, I was happy to do it.
She rolled onto her back and opened her legs for me. Such a nice pussy. Bright ginger. You don’t see that very often. Well, actually, for me from India, you would never see that. I could see she had neatly trimmed it, cutting back the hair around her lips and neatly shaping the top into a perfect triangle.
While Hamza went for her breast, cupping it with his hands while his mouth came down to her hard, pink nipple, I brought my face down to her pussy.
Her lips were slightly parted, and I could see the pink of her inner lip peaking through. I leaned closer and ran my tongue in a long lick up the full length of her lips. Her body shuddered, and she gave a soft moan. So, she likes that, does she?
I began working on her with my tongue and lips, giving licks as I pressed further inside as she was beginning to open, and nibbles on the pink of her swollen lips. It didn’t take much before she began to juice. I soon found myself lapping at this woman’s pussy, enjoying the taste.
By now, my husband had moved to her other breast, giving it the same treatment he had given to her first breast. Meanwhile, I could feel her giving little humps back at my face. Oh, this was good. She was enjoying it and getting horny. I decided it might be good if she enjoyed herself before they started the main event.
Reaching in with both hands, my fingers pulled her lips back, opening the soft, wet flesh inside. At the top, I could see her little bud hard and exposed. I had already seen how she had responded when my tongue had been near the top, so I knew what it would take to get her off now.
I pushed my tongue in deeper, running over her soft inner flesh. She liked that, moaning as she humped hard at me. I looked up and noticed Hamza had stopped to watch as I went in for the final part. Her clitty was hard as I licked over it, making her give a soft cry. My lips took hold, and I gave a couple of sucks before she pushed me off as she orgasmed. I like watching another woman orgasm almost as much as I like watching men. It made it extra special when it was I who caused the climax.
She took a while to recover, and then she looked down at me and smiled. “I never knew… like that… so good.”
“I'm glad you liked it,” I replied with a cheeky grin.
Now it was time for them to do it. Hamza had chosen to be on top. I don’t think Roxanne had any idea how to go about it, just leaving everything to him. I had stacked up some cushions to sit back against, and Hamza got Roxanne to lie back between my legs with her hand on my stomach. I could reach down to her head or even lower to her breast.
We both watched as Hamza moved forward and brought his cock down between her legs. I don’t know what she thought because to looks pretty big when he is fully aroused. I think seeing his hard black shaft against the lightness of her belly looked a bit sexy, too.
He rubbed his cock head against her belly and then moved it lower into her pussy hair. I watched the intense look on his face as he rubbed his cock up and down between her pussy lips, getting the head wet with her natural juices before he entered her.
Roxanne now had her eyes closed. Going by the feelings of what he was doing to her.
Hamza pulled back a bit as he pushed his cock lower, and I knew this was the moment he was going to enter her. He lined up with her love hole at the bottom of her pussy lips and gently pressed forward. Her lips pulled back, opening to take the width of him.
‘So far, so good,’ I thought.
Just a tiny bit further, and she gave a cry.
He stopped, holding there for her.
“Are you alright?” Hamza asked her.
“Yes… Yes… Just a bit sore. I’ll be fine in a minute,” Roxanne replied.
I reached down to hold her head. “It's fine, honey. It will be over soon.”
“OK,” she gasped. “Try a bit more.”
Hamza pressed against her again. I am a tiny bit harder this time. She cried out again, and he held until she told him to continue.
His push this time was firmer than before, perhaps more than I would have expected, but this time he pushed through the resistance, going in deeper. She cried again, perhaps more of surprise than pain.
He pulled back, then pressed in again. After doing that, he asked, “Is it sore?”
“Just a bit, but I’m OK.”
He continued fucking her. It started with only him, with Roxanne lying back passive. Soon, I noticed she began to respond. It was first small humps back and him, but soon that was becoming her pussy thrusting up to meet his every downward stroke. She was becoming vocal, too. First, breathing heavier and then came the moaning. Tiny one at first. You could barely tell from a gasp, but they became louder as her excitement increased.
Of course, her response caused him to respond too. He was thrusting hard, putting in my energy as his speed increased.
I was surprised that she would be like this for her first time, but I was also pleased. After that pain, now at least she was enjoying it.
We both watched as Hamza moved forward and brought his cock down between her legs. I don’t know what she thought because to looks pretty big when he is fully aroused. I think seeing his hard black shaft against the lightness of her belly looked a bit sexy, too.
He rubbed his cock head against her belly and then moved it lower into her pussy hair. I watched the intense look on his face as he rubbed his cock up and down between her pussy lips, getting the head wet with her natural juices before he entered her.
Roxanne now had her eyes closed. Going by the feelings of what he was doing to her.
Hamza pulled back a bit as he pushed his cock lower, and I knew this was the moment he was going to enter her. He lined up with her love hole at the bottom of her pussy lips and gently pressed forward. Her lips pulled back, opening to take the width of him.
‘So far, so good,’ I thought.
Just a tiny bit further, and she gave a cry.
He stopped, holding there for her.
“Are you alright?” Hamza asked her.
“Yes… Yes… Just a bit sore. I’ll be fine in a minute,” Roxanne replied.
I reached down to hold her head. “It's fine, honey. It will be over soon.”
“OK,” she gasped. “Try a bit more.”
Hamza pressed against her again. I am a tiny bit harder this time. She cried out again, and he held until she told him to continue.
His push this time was firmer than before, perhaps more than I would have expected, but this time he pushed through the resistance, going in deeper. She cried again, perhaps more of surprise than pain.
He pulled back, then pressed in again. After doing that, he asked, “Is it sore?”
“Just a bit, but I’m OK.”
He continued fucking her. It started with only him, with Roxanne lying back passive. Soon, I noticed she began to respond. It was first small humps back and him, but soon that was becoming her pussy thrusting up to meet his every downward stroke. She was becoming vocal, too. First, breathing heavier and then came the moaning. Tiny one at first. You could barely tell from a gasp, but they became louder as her excitement increased.
Of course, her response caused him to respond too. He was thrusting hard, putting in my energy as his speed increased.
I was surprised that she would be like this for her first time, but I was also pleased. After that pain, now at least she was enjoying it.
They continued like this for a short while, but I knew fucking like this could never go on for long. One of them was going to reach a peak soon. I thought it would be my husband, but this young woman surprised me again when she came.
It was a good one too, by the looks. She gave a deep moan, thrust up hard against him and held with her back arched. Her body shuddered as waves of pleasure swept through her until finally her orgasm released her, and she could relax.
This had stopped my husband, too. He began again, but Roxanne stopped him.
“No, not now. I’ve had enough for now.”
Hamza rolled off her and looked over at me. I could tell he was still horny since he hadn’t cum. I smiled at him and lay back against the mattress as he came down on top of me. There was no foreplay. None needed as I was already wet from watching them.
His first thrust, and I took him deep. Then he pulled back, followed by a series of huge thrusts as he tried to pound me into the mattress. It was great. I was loving it. Usually, Hamza was gentle, but I liked it sometimes when he became rough with me.
I was humping back at him with great energy. Moaning and crying out with my passion. I pressed up against him, catching him by surprise as I almost threw him off. We rolled together, pushing Roxanne out of the way as we did. I found myself on top. I moved, sitting up so I was riding him Cowgirl style.
Oh! I love doing it like that. I can take control of the fucking and control how he responds to me. I was getting it my climax quickly, and I knew he was getting close. I also knew just what it would take to get us both off. But for a few moments, I held us at that point. Almost climax but not quite. Almost cumming but holding and teasing our bodies.
Finally, I leaned forward, my pussy now thrust back at his cock rather than down like before. I was taking him deep, almost as deep as he could get into me. It was great sex, and I was loving every bit of it.
But then it happened. The feelings and power became too much for me, and I allowed my orgasm to burst over me. It was good, I deep one with good power. I moaned and fell forward on top of him. Me losing control allowed him to cum too, and as I returned to my senses, I realised he was delivering his load inside me.
I lifted his head and looked down upon him. “That was good,” I said as I gave him a light kiss on his forehead.
He didn’t reply. His answer was grabbing me, pulling me down so our lips met in a deep, passion-filled tongue kiss.
When we broke and rolled apart. Rozanne was sitting up, watching us.
“Wow! You two. That was so hot to watch you.”
I smiled back and replied, “It was because I was hot from watching you.”
She laughed and leaned over to hug me.
Thank you, Kalki, for being here.” She looked at Hamza and smiled. “I'd better thank you, too. What you did was great!”
It was a good one too, by the looks. She gave a deep moan, thrust up hard against him and held with her back arched. Her body shuddered as waves of pleasure swept through her until finally her orgasm released her, and she could relax.
This had stopped my husband, too. He began again, but Roxanne stopped him.
“No, not now. I’ve had enough for now.”
Hamza rolled off her and looked over at me. I could tell he was still horny since he hadn’t cum. I smiled at him and lay back against the mattress as he came down on top of me. There was no foreplay. None needed as I was already wet from watching them.
His first thrust, and I took him deep. Then he pulled back, followed by a series of huge thrusts as he tried to pound me into the mattress. It was great. I was loving it. Usually, Hamza was gentle, but I liked it sometimes when he became rough with me.
I was humping back at him with great energy. Moaning and crying out with my passion. I pressed up against him, catching him by surprise as I almost threw him off. We rolled together, pushing Roxanne out of the way as we did. I found myself on top. I moved, sitting up so I was riding him Cowgirl style.
Oh! I love doing it like that. I can take control of the fucking and control how he responds to me. I was getting it my climax quickly, and I knew he was getting close. I also knew just what it would take to get us both off. But for a few moments, I held us at that point. Almost climax but not quite. Almost cumming but holding and teasing our bodies.
Finally, I leaned forward, my pussy now thrust back at his cock rather than down like before. I was taking him deep, almost as deep as he could get into me. It was great sex, and I was loving every bit of it.
But then it happened. The feelings and power became too much for me, and I allowed my orgasm to burst over me. It was good, I deep one with good power. I moaned and fell forward on top of him. Me losing control allowed him to cum too, and as I returned to my senses, I realised he was delivering his load inside me.
I lifted his head and looked down upon him. “That was good,” I said as I gave him a light kiss on his forehead.
He didn’t reply. His answer was grabbing me, pulling me down so our lips met in a deep, passion-filled tongue kiss.
When we broke and rolled apart. Rozanne was sitting up, watching us.
“Wow! You two. That was so hot to watch you.”
I smiled back and replied, “It was because I was hot from watching you.”
She laughed and leaned over to hug me.
Thank you, Kalki, for being here.” She looked at Hamza and smiled. “I'd better thank you, too. What you did was great!”
That was it for the first round. We got up after that and left the tent, heading for the shower block to clean up. Hamza went straight to the outside shower, so Roxanne and I joined him. I didn’t take much before we began playing, touching and feeling. It was especially us playing with Roxanne, and she was loving the attention.
A few people walked past, and a few commented. Then Simon and Katrina arrived. They came over to us, and he asked his daughter how she was and how it went. He shook Hamza’s hand and said thanks before turning to hug me.
Well, it was supposed to be a friendly hug, but it quickly turned sexy. I could feel his body against me as his hand went down for my ass. Then he pulled back, and his hand found my pussy. I was holding his growing cock by then.
When I pulled back and looked, my husband, Hamza, was holding Katrina tightly as they kissed deeply. That was supposed to be only for me, but I knew with a sexy girl like her, it would be hard for him to resist.
A few people walked past, and a few commented. Then Simon and Katrina arrived. They came over to us, and he asked his daughter how she was and how it went. He shook Hamza’s hand and said thanks before turning to hug me.
Well, it was supposed to be a friendly hug, but it quickly turned sexy. I could feel his body against me as his hand went down for my ass. Then he pulled back, and his hand found my pussy. I was holding his growing cock by then.
When I pulled back and looked, my husband, Hamza, was holding Katrina tightly as they kissed deeply. That was supposed to be only for me, but I knew with a sexy girl like her, it would be hard for him to resist.
Hamza looked up at us. We were looking at them. “Let’s go back for another session?” he said.
I suddenly realised that Hamza was lining himself up with Hamza, and Simon was going to have me.
Roxanne must have realised it because she asked, “What about me?”
“You come with us, honey,” Simon said. “I’ll make sure Hamza and the girls give you some more fun.”
Suddenly, a voice behind us said. “I’ll take care of you, Roxanne.”
We turned, and it was Mike. He was stepping over to put his arm around the young woman, pulling her naked body against his naked body.
“If you come to pop her pussy, you are too late. Hamza has popped already,” I told him.
“Kalki, it is not about a race or contest. It's about making her first time the best that we can,” Mike replied.
“Perhaps I need a second opinion, Kalki,” Roxanne added.
“No, you don't,” I said. “I was there, I can tell you, he gave you a good fucking.”
“Was it good, Roxanne? Did you get to cum?”
“Yes,” she nodded, looking a bit embarrassed. “Once with Kalki and once with Hamza.”
“What is this, Kalki? Were you trying to pop her pussy too?”
“No! No, Mike. It wasn't that. Hamza told me...”
“Don't blame it on Hamza. It was you trying to get there first,” Mike teased me.
“But, Mike. It was not like that. I was...”
“I know what it was. Trying to get the new girl first and cheat Hamza of the honour.”
I realised he was teasing and I could never win, so I said. “I don't care what you tell. I know what I was doing.”
“Well, I know it wasn't because last time I looked, you don't have the right equipment.”
“What? Are you checking out my pussy, Mike?”
“Ha! Ha, Kalki. Got you again.”
“You naughty man! You are too frustrating!”
He laughed and turned to Roxanne. “I don't think she wants me tonight. Do you want some more, honey?”
“I told you, Mike. You are too late. The pussy is popped.”
“Mind your own business, Kalki. You've got Roxanne's father waiting for you.”
I suddenly realised that Hamza was lining himself up with Hamza, and Simon was going to have me.
Roxanne must have realised it because she asked, “What about me?”
“You come with us, honey,” Simon said. “I’ll make sure Hamza and the girls give you some more fun.”
Suddenly, a voice behind us said. “I’ll take care of you, Roxanne.”
We turned, and it was Mike. He was stepping over to put his arm around the young woman, pulling her naked body against his naked body.
“If you come to pop her pussy, you are too late. Hamza has popped already,” I told him.
“Kalki, it is not about a race or contest. It's about making her first time the best that we can,” Mike replied.
“Perhaps I need a second opinion, Kalki,” Roxanne added.
“No, you don't,” I said. “I was there, I can tell you, he gave you a good fucking.”
“Was it good, Roxanne? Did you get to cum?”
“Yes,” she nodded, looking a bit embarrassed. “Once with Kalki and once with Hamza.”
“What is this, Kalki? Were you trying to pop her pussy too?”
“No! No, Mike. It wasn't that. Hamza told me...”
“Don't blame it on Hamza. It was you trying to get there first,” Mike teased me.
“But, Mike. It was not like that. I was...”
“I know what it was. Trying to get the new girl first and cheat Hamza of the honour.”
I realised he was teasing and I could never win, so I said. “I don't care what you tell. I know what I was doing.”
“Well, I know it wasn't because last time I looked, you don't have the right equipment.”
“What? Are you checking out my pussy, Mike?”
“Ha! Ha, Kalki. Got you again.”
“You naughty man! You are too frustrating!”
He laughed and turned to Roxanne. “I don't think she wants me tonight. Do you want some more, honey?”
“I told you, Mike. You are too late. The pussy is popped.”
“Mind your own business, Kalki. You've got Roxanne's father waiting for you.”
So that is how it worked out. All of us returned to Simon’s tent since it was bigger. Mike was with Roxanne, and they had some more good sex. Simon was with me, which was good, while my husband was with Katrina.
Later, we swapped around a bit, but since Roxanne was Simon’s daughter, they couldn’t swap. But I did notice towards the end that he lay back, and Roxanne lay against him as they watched us four finish in a hot four-some together.
Later, we swapped around a bit, but since Roxanne was Simon’s daughter, they couldn’t swap. But I did notice towards the end that he lay back, and Roxanne lay against him as they watched us four finish in a hot four-some together.
It was late by then, so we all lay down in a group of six people a slept for what was left of the night. When I woke up the next morning, it was only Katrina and me. The men had already left, and it looked like Roxanne went with them.
When we caught up with them, they were all having breakfast and Roxanne was sitting beside Roxanne. When I didn’t learn until later was that in the morning, Hamza and Roxanne had another session together while the other two men watched. Then they had all left together for an early morning swim before breakfast.
Later, Hamza and I got together and talked about kissing. That night, both of us had crossed that agreed-upon line where there would be no tongue kissing. He proposed that we just drop that rule since we both had broken it, and there were no hard feelings with each other. I was happy with that and agreed to drop that restriction.
When we caught up with them, they were all having breakfast and Roxanne was sitting beside Roxanne. When I didn’t learn until later was that in the morning, Hamza and Roxanne had another session together while the other two men watched. Then they had all left together for an early morning swim before breakfast.
Later, Hamza and I got together and talked about kissing. That night, both of us had crossed that agreed-upon line where there would be no tongue kissing. He proposed that we just drop that rule since we both had broken it, and there were no hard feelings with each other. I was happy with that and agreed to drop that restriction.
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Conclusion.
So that was how Roxanne lost her virginity.
At the same time, she moved from ‘nonsexual’ to ‘sexual.’
We hope you enjoyed our story.
Bye from Kalki, Hamza and of course, Roxanne.
At the same time, she moved from ‘nonsexual’ to ‘sexual.’
We hope you enjoyed our story.
Bye from Kalki, Hamza and of course, Roxanne.
THE END!!
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This blog follows a group of people who belong to a sexual-swapping group based on our real sex-swapping nudist group. As we are in real life, the characters in these stories are mainly married, and some do have young children. While these children might be mentioned, in no case will they be involved in any sexual activities. This follows what we do when the writer's team meet for our real parties. Lots of fun, lots of sex, but no kids!
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