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Avatar Tales - Tale 2 - Together	By : Seaman Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female Views: 2366 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Together
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Together
Sokka and Suki finally get a bit of private time

Sokka, Suki (Katara voy borderline incest) MF, Minor2, Minor1, Solo, First, intense deflowering with blood
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“Sokka, you in there?”
It was the first evening after Team Avatar had been driven out of the Western Air Temple by Azula’s attack, and he was never so glad to hear the hushed tones of his girlfriend’s voice. “Yeah, Suki. I’ve been waiting for you.”
Suki’s face appeared through the seam of the tent’s flap, doubling his joy. “I would have been here a half-hour ago, but I bumped into Zuko on the way.”
“Yeah. I thought he’d never leave.”
He stood as she slipped inside then turned to lace up the flap behind her. Finished with that, she looked at him with a big smile on her face, which turned to wonderment as she took in her surroundings.
“Where did you get all of the candles?” The whole interior of the tent was alight with dozens of lit candles on every available surface. Bunches of wildflowers added their own fragrant touch.
“I found a stash in the temple and made sure to bring ‘em.”
He handed her a rose with a rather short stem. She looked at it in puzzlement. Traditionally a rose presented to a lady would have a stem at least three times longer. “I had it in my teeth when Zuko showed up,” Sokka explained ruefully. “I bit it through when Zuko’s face appeared instead of yours.”
Suki smiled. “It’s still sweet.” She had time to take just a short sniff before he pounced, taking her up in his arms, squeezing her tightly. She dropped the rose unnoticed and returned the hug enthusiastically. They enjoyed the warmth of each others’ bodies for several long moments. Sokka took a step back and held her hands in his.
“Are you ready?”
“More than ready!”
Neither had to say aloud what they were talking about. Ever since Suki had been freed from a Fire Nation prison and brought back to the Western Air Temple, along with Sokka’s father and several others, their time together had been one long bout of frustration. With everyone sleeping in one common room, there had been no privacy for them to affirm their feelings towards each other in a physical manner. They’d retreated more than once to the inner depths of the temple, as far as they dared to go from the entrance. There, they’d engaged in some serious snogging which had quickly escalated into petting. Sokka had been delighted to discover that Fire Nation prisoner uniforms did not include underwear up top. He remembered the shock and surprise of feeling the underside of her soft, heavy breast when he’d slipped a wandering hand from her shoulder onto the front of her blouse, the firm nipple evident under the thin cloth when he’d finished his deep kiss.
But. Every. Single. Time, before they could get any further, Teo or The Duke or Haru or all three would come by on their explorations causing him to cease caressing his girlfriend’s boob or thigh and the two of them would act as nonchalant as possible. They had gotten no closer in their consummation.
This morning though, Azula’s attack had forced them out of the temple. The adults and three unintentional tormentors had gone one way, the newly expanded Gaang another on Appa. They had bivouacked on a nice, flat piece of ground and each of the six, Suki, Katara, Toph, Aang, Zuko, and himself, had their own tent. It was the most privacy they’d had since being reunited, enough to complete what they’d been yearning for.
Suki released Sokka’s hands, untied the rope-like belt at her waist, crossed her arms to grasp her blouse at the bottom, and with one fluid motion, pulled it up over her head. She dropped it on the floor and stood before him bare-breasted.
Sokka felt his mouth go dry. He’d seen breasts before; living in a tent with his sister and Gran Gran it was hard not to. But they were family, untouchable. Suki’s were the first ones he could feel free to play with. Besides, while the nipples might be smaller, the breasts they were presented on were easily half again as big as Katara’s pair and a lot more perky than Gran Gran’s. They swayed slightly as she put her hands on her hips.
“You like?”
“You know I do.” He reached out to cradle the two pendulous masses of flesh momentarily then slid his hands up from the underside over the nipples. Suki’s breath caught a moment and the two points instantly firmed as they erected. With gentle twists he rolled them between thumb and forefinger making Suki’s breathing grow ragged, then he released them to admire the scene once more. Crinkled areolae presented her erect nipples which stood a finger-width above the soft breast-flesh.
“You did that exactly right. You’ve never handled a girl’s special points before?”
“N-n-ope.” The hesitation was because exactly one time, he had played with Katara’s long, brown nipples, but there was no reason to mention borderline incest with his new lover just now.
She stepped back and clasped her hands behind her head, striking a pose, breaking his reverie. “I hope you don’t mind my hairy pits. I didn’t have access to a razor in Boiling Rock and I’m feeling a bit embarrassed looking like this for my boyfriend. My legs are just as bad.”
He looked at the two patches in her underarms, auburn like her head. “Not at all. Water Tribe women don’t shave, either there or their legs.”
“Really? I feel so ungroomed.”
He shrugged. “It’s not like we walk around much in even short sleeves. Anyway, when I was imagining you naked, it wasn’t your pits I was thinking of.” He looked pointedly at one breast, then the other.
Suki smiled as she hid her nipples. “Well, I shouldn’t be the only one half naked here. Time to lose your top,” she said.
Sokka grinned. “Okay, but you’re going to get more than you bargained for.”
His blue Water Tribe shirt hung almost to his knees. He pulled it up and over his head to reveal that not only did he have neither trousers nor underwear on, he was quite erect. As his head cleared the shirt and he tossed it aside to stand nude before her, he smiled to notice that Suki’s gaze was riveted on his stiff penis. Her eyes were wide. “Boy, were you right! You got to be way more than average.”
“What? —Oh!” Sokka’s cheeks reddened “I-I didn’t mean the size of my dick, just that I had no underwear andand you’d be seeing me naked a couple steps ahead of what you might have been expecting.”
Suki chuckled as she continued to study his exposed sex organ; it was bounding slightly with his pulse. About half of his glans had emerged from under its foreskin and the smooth slick flesh had a bit of drool at its tip. Blue veins were visible under the taut skin of the shaft as it rose from the nest of his pubic hair. Two balls hung underneath in a pendulous sack. “Okay, but still, it’s got to be two handwidths long – my handwidths, anyway. I dunno about those big lunch hooks of yours. I thought it was Fire Nation men that were supposed to be well hung.”
Sokka chuckled ruefully. “I’ve, um, glanced at Zuko when we were pissing. He’s got a pretty impressive hose, longer than mine even now.”
She licked her lips. “You’re impressive enough for me, thank you very much. It looks happy to see me.”
“It’s been up and down all evening. It went down with Zuko’s appearance and stayed that way until a moment ago when I touched your boobies.”
“We’re ready for the final stage then,” and with no further ado, she untied the strings at the waist of her trousers to push them off of her hips. He had just an instant to realize that Fire Nation prison uniforms don’t include underwear on the bottom either, when his view – and train of thought – was interrupted by the way her breasts jostled and swung as she bent over to push her clothing to the floor to step out of them.
When she straightened up, his eyes automatically followed the quivering flesh and he had to will them down, past her waist to take in her pubic area. A thatch of hair, auburn like her head, was high on her love mound. Three fingers wide at the top, it didn’t extend the width of her pubic delta and was so thin the labial split between her outer labia of her sex was still discernible.
Despite her efforts at modesty since she was about eight, Katara had afforded her brother a few glimpses of her pubic hair from time to time when it began to grow in a couple years later and he couldn’t help compare hers with his girlfriend’s. Water Tribe people, male and female, had a reputation for abundant pubes and even though she was younger than his girlfriend, Katara’s were a lot thicker than Suki’s, covering her entire mons and filling the whole of her pubic vee to the thighs on either side and down to hide her sex quite well. He remembered from the one time she’d deliberately shown him her post-puberty vulva, how the dark hairs continued on her outer lips between her legs, framing her genitals in between. From the look of it, Suki’s vestibule would not be so furry and even on her mound, it was not nearly as lush as his sister’s.
“Does it grow that way?” he finally asked.
Suki smiled. Since he’d been staring at her love mound for nearly a minute, it wasn’t hard to figure out what the pronoun referred to. “It sure does. Some Warriors groom their pubic hair or even shave it off entirely, but mine is untouched, even before I wound up in Boiling Rock.”
“Water Tribe women don’t shave theirs, or so I’ve been told. I’ve only seen my family’s – Katara, Gran Gran, and Mom, ‘though I barely remember hers.”
“Living in a tent, I’d guess that’s right. How much femalehood have you seen before now?”
“Boobs and bottoms a lot but even when you sleep nude like we do it’s amazing how coy Katara and Gran Gran could be about exposing… well, the most interesting part. I’ve seen only glimpses of Katara’s bush. She would turn her back a lot – so I’m familiar with her butt – but when facing me was inevitable, she’d hold a small towel between me and her pubes. I would do the same  it’s the polite thing to do  and I’d try not to stare, either. And as for her center…”
He let his explanation trail off so he didn’t have to lie but would lead Suki to the wrong conclusion. His mind returned to the time when, about a year ago, Katara had shown him her pussy once; she’d been masturbating. He’d heard the rhythmic noises coming from her bed along with some sighs and a groan or two. Of course this made him think about sex and in seconds his penis had erected; he grasped it to pleasure himself as well. This had happened before, sometimes with him starting first then hearing his sister join in, so he knew full well what she’d been up to and he’d fantasize watching her finger herself to climax. It wasn’t like he’d been considering incest, but at fourteen, hearing his sister’s masturbatory noises was highly stimulating and he’d pretend he was fucking an imaginary girlfriend while his sister watched and frigged herself.
Almost always she would pleasure herself on her back so generally he would turn his back to her so both could each pretend they hadn’t heard the other. This time though, Gran Gran was midwifing at a birth so they were alone in the tent with a lamp lit and Katara was going at it pretty good. The small vocal sounds accompanied with insistent movements of her body were unusually noticeable. He’d been on his back with a firm grip on his cock and instead of rolling away from her, he couldn’t help but turn his head toward her to see what she was doing.
It was quite an erotic sight, even if it was his sister and covered with bedclothes up to her neck to boot. She’d also been on her back, knees apart and raised. Both hands were busy at her crotch under the fur covers and she had her heels planted to buck her hips upward. Her eyes were closed tight and her teeth showing in an erotic rictus. Her movements were so insistent he could see her breasts moving even under the thick fur. A thrill had gone down his spine and he clenched his cock tightly. Perhaps he’d made a small noise, perhaps she’d sensed the intensity of his gaze, but suddenly Katara had turned her head towards him and opened her eyes.
They went wide in shock as she realized her brother had been watching her instead of pretending he hadn’t heard what she’d been doing. She froze, panting a few moments, then a big smile spread across her face. She’d grasped the furs covering her and pulled them aside, exposing her nude body. Smaller last year than now, her breasts still mounded on her chest, the long nipples, the length of a little finger joint, rising impressively above dark areolae. Her knees were still a bit raised but there was a teasing glimpse of the kinky pubic hair on her love mound. Slowly she’d shifted until her her feet were at the side of the pile of furs she slept on. Her knees were still apart and Sokka’d instantly felt a thrill as for the first time since they were little kids, the first time it really mattered, he saw his sister’s cooch.
After reaching behind her to bunch pillows so she was in a semi-reclining position, she’d gone even farther, reaching down with both hands to spread her outer labia open. Sokka’s breath stopped as he gazed upon her clitoris peeping out from its hood, larger than he’d expected, and the generous inner lips below it. They were so long, in fact, they obscured the view of her center, looking rather like a ruffled, brown orchid.
Perhaps realizing what her brother really wanted to look at, keeping her index fingers in place between inner and outer labia, she’d moved her thumbs closer to pinch the loose flesh and pulled it wide to display the surprisingly pink, innermost part of her cunny and make the small, round hole of her vagina gape open. A slow trickle of fluid had welled out to slide down then the hole closed to a slit as her right hand released its lip and ever so slowly moved her two middle fingers to stroke the moist-looking entrance then push them inside, as far as they would go. Just as slowly she withdrew them. Wet with her vaginal secretions, they gleamed in the lamplight as she’d raised them to her mouth and smiled again as she licked them.
Smiling in return, Sokka’d drawn his covers back, exposing his fourteen year-old erection. It was suspended above his belly and bounded slightly from his rapid heartbeat. His foreskin was long since drawn back and the red, naked glans shined with the precum that had been squeezed out from his manipulations. He took it between thumb and forefinger just behind the corona, raised his penis until it was almost vertical, then released it. It hit his abdomen and rebounded, quivering as it came to rest in suspension again, demonstrating how stiff it was, ready to be pushed into a willing cunt.
Katara’d moved her hand back down and slid her fingers in, more rapidly this time, perhaps imagining her brother was mounting her; he could hear the quiet glick of her violated passage. She’d had time to push them in and pull them out once before he’d raised a forestalling hand. She’d paused as he rolled onto his side towards her. His balls hung down in their loose sack but his cock didn’t droop at all in its rigidity. He raised onto one elbow and rooted around the edge of his bed up by the pillow to find the small, corked bottle he kept hidden there. Withdrawing the cork with his teeth, he’d carefully dribbled a tiny amount of the oil it contained onto the length of his penis. After pushing the cork back in, he’d massaged his phallus, spreading the slick oil over its surface until it gleamed in the light as Katara’s fingers had.
He’d curled his hand into a loose fist, applied it to his cock’s tip, then pulled it down its length until the glans emerged between the encircling thumb and forefinger. It then disappeared as he pulled away from his body. He paused then gave his penis another slow stroke. It was obvious the oil was simulating the wetness of an aroused cunt and this time Katara had followed suit, pushing her fingers into her slick hole, taking the same several seconds for full insertion. The two siblings had continued their synchronized masturbation, turned on by the other’s genital manipulations. She moved her left hand up to her right breast and rolled the erect nipple between thumb and finger several times before sliding it down to straddle her clit.
With both hands between her legs she’d picked up the pace and Sokka followed suit. He’d wondered for a moment how his sister’s tight, hot cunt would feel squeezing his cock as he plunged its length into her belly before pushing those incestuous thoughts down. Katara raised the stakes by straightening her right leg then flexing her left as she rolled onto her side and continuing until she was not quite on her front. Her vulva was exposed and he had an excellent view of her right hand pressed against her love mound, thumb on her out-sized clitoris, two fingers sliding in and out of her vagina.
Looking back, her eyes were glued to her brother’s cock with its sliding fist  no doubt now she was imagining he had mounted her. The two siblings synchronized their stimulation anew, cock sliding into fist and fingers into cunt at the same time and rate. Again the specter of incest rose as he was imagining straddling his sister’s leg and plunging into her wet quim from behind. Katara for her part was pushing her raised hips back as if wanting to accept his ravishing cock as deeply as possible. She’d then raised her gaze from his cock to his eyes, grinned, and rolled onto her back again.
Her legs were bent double and she was bucking her pelvis upward making her adolescent breasts quiver. She’d switched to both hands, one plunging two fingers into her passage, the other strumming her love button. Again he could hear the quiet glick her fingers were making as they penetrated her vagina. He’d wondered if she could hear the more subtle sound of his foreskin sliding over and then off of his swollen glans.
Suddenly her orgasm was upon her. Eyes closed, she’d exhaled in a sighing groan, holding her hips off of her bed, fingers deep within her. He could see her pelvic floor clench in its involuntary contractions and expelled fluids trickle down her perineum and disappear in her ass cleavage. Imagining how her box would feel squeezing his cock triggered Sokka’s own climax.
Just as his sister opened her eyes, his hand stopped and with a quiet grunt, he’d ejaculated a small stream of semen that barely made it to the cloth he’d quickly spread before him. The next three spurts were more spectacular, the translucent jets landing more than a hand span in front of his jerking penis, before finishing with several more lesser pulses, then a dripping finish. He’d looked up from his emission and saw Katara raise her gaze from his oozing penis and lock eyes with him before smiling yet again.
Releasing his hold, Sokka had rolled onto his back letting the deflating sex organ lie on his belly, the last of his cum slowly dribbling out the tiny slit of his urethra. Katara had pulled her fingers out of her cunny, affording him a last look at her wet-looking vulva before she shifted to crawl over to his bed on all fours. She climbed over him to look down, her knees even with his, hands on either side of his chest. She’d gazed down upon him with an inscrutable expression, the small, swaying cones of her breasts within easy reach. Unable to resist temptation, he’d reached up to roll the long, hanging nipples between his fingers.
Still smiling, she’d slowly slid her knees back to lie upon him, head on his upper chest, pressing her abdomen against his soft penis. Having his nude sister’s weight on him was highly erotic; she was the only girl his age the village had, but incest or no, his just completed orgasm prevented any response. He’d put a hand on her back then slid it down just to the swell of her bottom before the specter of sister-sex again raised its head; he left it on her sacrum instead.
After several long blissful minutes, Katara had given a long sigh, the raised up to look at him, just far enough to not be blurry. “I suppose I should go back to my own bed before Gran Gran returns and gets the wrong idea.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” a bit wistfully.
She’d raised up, her breasts giving his own chest a final soft caress, and slowly moved back to the pile of furs she slept on. Lying on her side towards him, she’d drawn the cover over her, hiding her girl-parts. “Good night, brother,” and she’d closed her eyes.
“Good night my sweet sister.” She’d smiled and he’d crawled under his own covers, facing her, before closing his eyes and falling asleep in moments. They’d never done anything like that in the year since, although they’d enjoyed masturbating at the same time, under their covers a couple times a week.
“Sokka?” His love’s voice yanked him back the present. “You were lost in thought for a minute there.”
Embarrassed about thinking about his sister when a nude Suki had been right there, he blurted the first thing that came to his mind. “How much malehood have you seen?”
“Well, having bathed with ‘em I’ve seen my father and brother’s penises and balls, even if brother is preadolescent. Like you in your tent, the polite thing was to hold a small towel in your hand in front of your pubis and not stare, but minor slips were inevitable. Also I, along with every other girl in the village, have peeked from time to time at the guys in the tunny fleet when they come in.”
“Oh?”
“They’re out three months at a time and when they get back, a lot of them troop to the bath house to use the largest room for a bath and a good, hot soak. We girls will sometimes peek at them to satisfy our curiosity about the opposite sex.” She smiled at Sokka’s shocked expression. “It’s only fair. The boys in the village  not just the fishermen  peek at us Warriors when we’re in the bath; it’s a tradition.” She reached out to grasp Sokka’s erection, making him gasp. “I just saw a lot of floppy dicks and swaying balls though; they weren’t excited like you are. You’ve got more hair than most of them, too. I guess it’s true what they say about Water Tribe pubic hair.”
Still holding his cock, she pushed the foreskin back with her thumb until it caught behind his flaring glans, exposing that erogenous point entirely. Then using his member as a handle, she drew him closer, releasing it when it touched her abdomen to slide upward. Sokka looked down a little so he was looking in her upturned face. They kissed hungrily, tongue playing with tongue and exploring each other’s mouth. He decided hugging and kissing a nude girlfriend is a lot more fun than one with her clothes on. Her body was warm and soft against him; he could feel her breasts compressed against his chest and when they moved, her erect nipples sliding across. With her shorter legs, her hips were below his; her pubic tuft was nestled against his scrotum, tickling it delightfully. His cock was pressed between their bellies, trapped by wonderfully soft, warm flesh. And to top it off, while he was holding her close with one hand high on her back, the other was lower, grabbing a handful of ripe, bare ass. It was only fair since she was grabbing his more masculine ass as well.
When he started getting dizzy, they broke the kiss and looked at each other for a moment. “I think maybe we should lie on the bed,” he said.
“Sounds like a good idea.”
Still holding each other loosely, they took two sideways steps to where Sokka’s spread-open sleeping bag was waiting, sank to their knees, then turned so they laid down on it lengthwise, on their sides. They kissed, caressing each other’s faces then Sokka drew back to look at his girlfriend’s breasts. Molding one in his hands he moved the soft flesh around and squeezed it lightly to accentuate the erect, brown-red nipple.
Suki was playing with his erection, squeezing the hard shaft, caressing the rim of his glans, then slipping down to cup his hanging ball bag. Moving back up to the tip, she pushed his penis a bit toward his feet, tucked it between her thighs, then released it to grab his ass and pull him tight against her. This made his cock slide the length of her slit. He could feel the her warm, wet center all the way from his cockhead to the base. He abandoned her breasts to pull her torso against his, flattening them between them. Holding each other tight, high and low, they slowly humped, stimulating their genitals with slow, sliding pressure.
Perhaps sensing that he was getting dangerously close to a climax, Suki stopped after less than a minute and moved away the let his cock slip free. She rolled partially onto her back, and Sokka followed to kiss her again. Her left breast was exposed so he reached over to take the succulent flesh again, moving it in gentle circles, teasing the hard nipple at its tip. Their tongues danced again and he felt her right hand slide down his belly to tease the cockhead with her thumb.
He broke the kiss. “Be careful,” he warned. “You’re the first one, besides me, to touch it and if you play too much I’m liable to cum on your hip instead of in your pussy.”
Suki chuckled. “That wouldn’t do, would it. It would likely rise again soon enough but I don’t want to wait.”
He watched between them as she abandoned the glans to squeeze the shaft, wet with her secretions. That felt erotic without driving him to climax too quickly.
He turned his attention back to Suki’s breasts. She was lying flat on her back now, so the soft pair was pretty flattened but they still mounded up higher that his sister’s smaller ones had. Her nipples were smaller than Katara’s though, and again, thoughts of his naked sister reared up in his mind. Since that night he’d touched them, he’d wanted to take one in his mouth for a long suck. Suki’s, while not exactly tiny, were less than half as long. He raised up and took in one of his girlfriend’s nipples in lieu of his sister’s.
He sucked several times, drawing the firm point. He opened his mouth a but to take in the entire areola and sucked again, drawing her in even deeper. His other hand found her unoccupied breast and he began to tease its nipple, rolling it between thumb and finger. Suki began to breathe deeply and the squeezing of his cock became insistent.
After another minute, Sokka shifted to suck on her other nipple. Now unoccupied, his right hand stole downward, from the softness of her breast over the light ridges of her ribs to the rise of her abdomen. He paused when he reached her pubic hair then pushed through the soft curls and onto her lovemound. He paused again when he reached the top of her split then slower than ever, slid his middle finger down its length, his index and ring fingers on the soft flesh of either side.
When he started between her legs, Suki spread them a little, allowing him access. Deeper her went, pushing her labial flesh apart with his middle finger. When she gave a slight quiver, he knew he was in the vicinity of her clitoris. The other two fingers traveled over her outer lips to join in the search. It didn’t take long. He felt the loose skin of what must have been the hood and slipped down it to feel for the opening. Finding it, he pressed inward and when he felt a firm rounded point simultaneously with a sharper jerk from his girlfriend he knew he’d found her pleasure center.
Leaving her smaller glans alone, he started circling the shaft, pressing to detect it buried in her flesh, with his fingertip. She began moaning softly and spread her legs wider. He broke off suckling her nipple and looked down at his work. Her lovemound with its auburn thatch rose and fell as she unconsciously moved her pelvis in sexual bliss. Further down the thick outer labia were spread open by the combination of her spread legs and his fingers between them. Even deeper he was getting glimpses of the pink flesh at her center but it was mostly obscured by his busy fingers. Right now, stimulation is more important than examination, he thought to himself.
He upped the ante, pulling upward to press his finger against her clit and compressing anew the soft flesh of her love mound. Suki spread her legs even wider, abandoning herself to his erotic ministrations. Harder and faster he moved his hand against her. Suddenly, the moment arrived. She went totally rigid, mound thrust upward, and a guttural groan escaped her lips. She held the pose several seconds, the collapsed bonelessly in utter relaxation with a final sigh.
Sokka drew his hand back from her junction as she panted, and sniffed his fingers. Woman-scent was strong, especially at the tips, closest to her vagina. He felt his penis tingle as the odor went straight down his spine. He smiled as Suki at last opened her eyes. She smiled back.
“That was pretty good. And you’ve never done that with a woman?”
“Or a man, excepting myself, of course. When she was telling me about sex, Gran Gran was quite explicit about how important girls’ clits are.”
She squeezed his cock once. “I am so glad she did.”
His penis slipped from her grasp as he levered himself up onto an elbow, then shifted to sit on his haunches between her legs, stiff cock rising over his thighs. As he leaned in for a closer look, Suki spread her legs wide to put her heels on either side of the mat, knees slightly raised, then tilted her pelvis, offering her pussy to his gaze.
Sokka stared, entranced. As he had figured, while the auburn curls reached high on her lovemound and down between her legs, the skin of her outer lips could still be seen through it. Even at thirteen, Katara’s remembered cunny had been framed with short, dark pubic hairs thick enough to hide her flesh all the way to her perineum so seeing Suki’s sixteeen-year old sparser specimen demonstrated how different girls could be. Even more surprising was that her thick outer labia were touching at the front and practically so between her legs – the barest trace of her pink center was visible between them. Well before puberty had started, Katara had been modestly coy about exposing her genitals but even before their mutual masturbation session, when his vantage point was close to the floor as she’d passed by he’d seen his sister’s inner lips were longer than her outer and were pretty much exposed all of the time, a ruffled and dark orchid. He would have to look for Suki’s.
Starting at the top, he parted her fleshy outer labia to expose the pink in between. Almost instantly, he found her clitoris peeping out from its short hood, the pea-sized, round glans a lighter shade of pink than the hood itself. Sweeping down from either side of that sensitive nodule were her short inner lips, starting as practically nothing but getting longer deeper between her legs. Moving inward to spread the soft, thin lips open, he looked at her entire inner pussy. The entire area was wet and the scent of woman was heavy in his nostrils.
That dimple must be her urethra, he thought. And that bigger slit her vagina’s entrance. His heart bumped as he reached deeper to open his cock’s target and—
“—Where’s your pussy hole – I mean – your vagina?”
Instead of the expected passage into her body, he was seeing an opaque membrane light pink, almost white, in color. The surface was dotted with small, irregular holes that wept moisture and the whole surface gleamed in the candle light.
“It’s right where it ought to be, just hidden behind my hymen.”
“I’d always heard a maidenhead only partially guarded the entry.”
“Most of them do; mine doesn’t. The girls said they’d never seen anything like it. When we’d make love, they’d tease my maidenhead but mostly diddled and licked my clit. Your cock will be the first thing penetrating my vagina, Sokka.”
During their talks in the temple they’d talked about past intimacies. Sokka had told of kissing Yue a time or two before she was lost, and that everything else had been his right hand. He’d been shocked when Suki had told him she’d made love to scores of Kyoshi Warriors over the years, starting when she joined them at eight. The thought of his love pressing against another woman’s flesh had fueled more than one erotic fantasy since then. From the one time he’d watched his sister masturbate he knew they could simulate a penis with a finger or two in their hole, at least some of the time. It was a natural conclusion that female fingers had delved Suki’s vagina years ago. The thought that she was more virgin than that excited and dismayed him at the same time.
With his index finger he pushed on the membrane experimentally. Clear fluid welled out of the small holes to run down her spread slit. He pushed harder and the membrane resisted; his fingertip felt a definite pressure and he’d really made no progress in penetrating his love.
“I guess there’s no question about your virginity but I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”
“Push your penis through my maidenhead and into my vagina; that’s what we’re here for tonight.”
“I think it’ll hurt.”
“Probably, but I’m prepared for that.”
Sokka leaned over and found a small bottle of clear liquid with a cork. As he pulled the cork, Suki asked, “What’s that?”
“Some cooking oil I liberated from the supplies. I figured we might need some extra lubricant and from the look of it, I was right – I’m definitely going to be stretching your passage.” Even when he was spreading her open the width of the blocking membrane was narrower than the breadth of his cock.
He dribbled the smallest amount onto her hymen and spread it around, moistening the whole surface and up onto her lips on either side. Drawing back, he poured a bit more on the head of his penis rising stiffly between his thighs. After putting the cork back in the bottle, he massaged the slick stuff into his glans, making it all shiny, and down the shaft for about three finger-widths.
Suki gazed on his cock, moving slightly with his rapid heartbeat. “I think we’re as ready as we’re gonna be,” she said with the slightest quaver in her voice. She raised her legs to put her knees up by her shoulders, reached under her thighs, and pulled her outer labia open to offer her virginity.
He slid forward, then leaned a bit so his erection was touching its length along her vulva. He thrilled at this moist touch of a woman’s genitals on his penis. Again, the mutual masturbation session with Katara entered his mind, the soft warmth of her lying on top of him was the most erotic thing he’d done with another person until now. This direct touch of his and Suki’s sex organs was a hundred times more erotic than that moment. He reached down to press his phallus onto her slit and thrust slowly several times. He could feel the firm nub of her clitoris caress the sensitive notch in his glans. “I think we could climax like this.”
“Maybe; we can see later on but tonight I want to go all of the way.”
He drew back slightly, pressing his cock down the length of her vestibule until it was against the blocked entrance of her vagina. A sudden thought entered his head. “What about getting pregnant? I don’t have anything to prevent that.”
Suki chucked softly. “Azula timed her attack perfectly. My period ended yesterday. We’ve got a week, maybe two, before there’s a risk; hopefully we’ll pass through civilization sometime before that’s up and we can get something. Quit stalling.”
He rose up slightly and leaned forward so his penis was angled downwards a bit matching, he hoped, the angle of her unseen passage. He pushed forward against her hymen’s resistance holding his cock loosely in his hand. She was still holding herself open and he could feel her fingers on either side. The pressure on his cockhead increased to an uncomfortable level but it didn’t feel as if he’d gotten any deeper into Suki’s body. He paused a moment, then pressed forward again, renewing his assault. She moaned, a low-pitched, almost sighing sound. Sokka instantly stopped.
“I’m hurting you!”
“A little. Don’t stop now; I want you inside me.”
He pushed again and pressed harder and harder. His penis was hurting now, a dull ache at its base as her maidenhead’s resistance pushed it back into his pelvis. There was no doubt as to the greater pain his love was experiencing. Her face was in a teeth-baring rictus, eyes wet with tears that had oozed out of the corners. He stopped again when she gasped. Both of them were panting.
“My cock is trying to bend in the middle. Maybe if I lie on you I can get some leverage or something.”
Sokka drew back and, erection wobbling, shifted to put his legs behind him. He laid down on top of his love, supporting part of his weight on his elbows. His cock was on her lovemound, the dangling scrotum up against her unbreeched vaginal opening. Legs still raised, eyes closed, Suki had moved her hands from her pussy to the small of his back, clasping him. She lowered her legs until her feet were on the sleeping bag’s surface, thighs spread to the utmost. Her eyes were closed and he could feel her breasts move underneath him as she breathed deeply.
He drew his hips back and once again, the tip of his penis traveled down the length of her vestibule to reach its blocked target. He reached between them to grasp it, tightly this time, about half its length protruding from his fist. He pressed inward and again, the pressure tried to drive his cock back. He inched upward a bit and pressed again, making Suki draw breath through clenched teeth. He pressed once more and she moaned this time, eyes closed. Unable to stand what he was doing to her, he relented.
“No, keep going; you’re just making the pain longer.”
He pushed again until his cock had a dull ache from its compression but Suki’s, “Ah, ah, ah,” showed her pain was far worse.
Relentlessly, Sokka pressed in yet again, the hardest of all. He could feel her warm breath as she panted. He closed his eyes and, muttering quietly, “Come on; you can do it,” lunged forward and felt her maidenhead give way. His cock plunged deeply into her belly and he barely had enough time to release his grip and flatten his hand between them before it was mashed by two pubic bones. He no sooner had registered the hot, muscular squeezing sensation of her cunt when Suki emitted a loud, heartfelt shriek. Still propped up on one elbow, he looked down on her in dismay as she sobbed, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes. He lay motionless while he waited for her to recover.
When she’d quieted and gave a big sigh, he brushed her lips with his, then looked down upon her. “How does it feel now?”
Eyes wet, she smiled up at him. “I feel okay. It’s a dull ache now.”
“I guess I’m a man now, and you’re a woman.”
“Not really until we share a climax together.”
She put her hands on his ass and Sokka moved his hand from between them to the small of her back, then, looking into her eyes, withdrew his penis a few finger-widths.
“Oooh! The edges – the edges are still smarting. Put it back in, slowly.”
Still watching her face, he pushed into her body as slow as he could manage. “Does it feel better now?”
“It’s really, really novel. I’ve never had anything inside my cunny before and now my man’s cock is stretching it open and feeling really deep inside.”
A little thrill went through him at the phrase, “my man’s cock,” and the full realization that it was buried in his love’s pussy hit him. He withdrew then pushed it back in. The squeezing, wet friction was infinitely better than the best masturbation session he’d had until now, even the stellar one with Katara. The warm softness of her body under his was icing on the cake. He did another out-then-in cycle, faster this time. “Mmmm, yeah. Fuck me, Sokka,” Suki murmurred. “Fuck me hard; cum in my cunt.”
Still watching her, he picked up the pace, his hips moving back and forth, driving his cock into her receptive hole. Slowly she raised her feet off of the sleeping bag again, grasping just behind her knees to hold her legs wide, on either side of her chest. She rolled her pelvis upward and he followed, climbing more on top of her, thrusting downward, deep into her belly. His right hand was still at the small of her back as if to pull her quim even further up his invading penis.
She thrust back with a wide grin on her face. Both were beginning to pant now and the slap of their colliding flesh sounded repeatedly in the small tent. He looked down from her chest to watch her breasts ripple with each thrust, the erect nipples leaping into the air.
Sokka felt the pressure increasing in his balls and he knew from his longer masturbation sessions he was on the verge of cumming. He thrust rapidly into her three times and the pressure burst. “Oh, Suki,” he groaned as he held his last thrust, pressing firmly against her pubis and thighs. Deep within her vagina his penis gave a preliminary twitch, then began throbbing as it ejaculated in earnest.
“I can feel it; I can feel it!” Suki cried as he buried his spurting member in her, then as he entered that sensitive phase after a really good orgasm, she began squeezing his still stiff cock with her own moaning climax. Oddly enough, it felt the squeezing was trying to draw him deeper into rather than push him out. He kept pressed against her and enjoyed the muscular contractions on his shaft before putting more of his weight on her, holding her close. She relaxed, planting her feet on the bed’s surface again.
Their breathing slowed down and they stared into each other’s eyes. “I love you, Suki,” he said, and bussed her lightly on the lips.
“I love you, too,” she replied as he drew back. The weight on his left elbow was getting tiresome so he tried withdrawing his right hand from her back so he could lean on both of them. It was stuck.
Puzzled, he pulled harder and he could feel his hand peel loose from the small of her back. When it came into view he could feel the horror rise within him; the palm and fingers were dark with dried blood. Instantly he jerked his hips back, sliding out of her body and looked down at at the junction of her spread legs. Blood was caked around the mouth of her deflowered vagina and smeared on her thighs. A rivulet had even worked its way up her labial split to emerge on her lovemound and stain her pubic hair just above it. He looked down at himself to discover his own thighs and pubis were also stained. The hair was matted down and there was a red, wet ring at the base of his suddenly shrunken penis. “Oh, Suki, Suki, Suki! What have I done to you?” he cried, showing her his hand.
She tucked her legs behind her upper arms and levered her pelvis off of the sleeping bag to examine her vulva. “Huh,” she said as she spread herself open with two fingers revealing her entire vestibule was bloody, dry on the outer lips, still wet in the center especially the drooling mouth of her vagina. “I’d say you broke my cherry real good.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
She released her legs to draw him to her in a warm embrace. “Don’t be. It was gonna happen sooner or later. I’m glad it was now. I’m glad it was you.”
“But all that blood!”
She laughed as she held him tighter. “Women bleed for a week every month and don’t die. This is nothing.”
“I– I never thought of it that way.”
“And you living with a sister in the same tent and all,” Suki chided.
“That aspect of her womanhood never came up.”
Suki didn’t reply to that and they lay for a while, kissing occasionally and her hand slipped down to his butt for a few caresses. Finally, she said, “You’re getting heavy on me; let’s shift.”
Sokka raised up and moved over and rolled onto his side next to her. He drew back so he could admire her breasts before reaching down to tweak a nipple. She was still on her back but the soft flesh was still quite prominent. “When Katara started to blossom she got these fantastic long nipples. I never told her but I longed to see what it would be like to suck on them.” As before, he thought it wise to not mention he’d touched them if not sucked them.
“Why Sokka!” Her breasts jiggled as she laughed and rolled onto her side to face him. “Your own sister!”
“My own sister, yes, and the only female in the camp between ten and thirty,” he said ruefully. “Terribly frustrating for a horny teenager.”
“No wonder you were so eager, then.”
They kissed and smiled at each other. “Well you weren’t exactly a shy maiden either.”
“Nope.”
“What’s your ass look like?”
“My ass?”
“Well, I like seeing you naked but it just occurred to me I’ve seen only the front of you, and as intriguing as the front is–” With one hand he brushed her upper nipple; with the other he brushed her matted pubic hair. “–there’s a whole other side of you that’s remained unseen.”
Smiling, Suki pushed onto her elbow, then rolled so she was on elbows and knees. Her breasts dandled a moment before being flattened under her as she laid on her front. Sokka raised up onto his elbow to get a better look at the two mounds that rose between back and thigh.
“It’s just an ordinary ass,” she said softly.
“An ordinary girl’s ass you mean,” he replied and slid a hand down her back and onto the soft flesh. “And my girl’s ass to boot.”
The bloody handprint showed at the small of her back but more intriguing was the cleavage at the base of her sacrum. He put a hand at the nape of her neck and slid it gently down her spine until it reached that cleavage then drew it toward him a bit so the round, soft flesh of her cheek filled his palm. After a few circular caresses he moved on down to the gluteal crease at the top of her thigh and pushed upward a moment making the succulent globe rise up before releasing his touch. The mound instantly dropped, then quivered one time as it settled into its original position.
“Girls are so soft in front and in back,” he said as he caressed her bottom again, bridging her nether cleavage so one cheek was under his fingertips, the other under the heel of his palm. “I’d bet this jiggles a bit when you walk around naked.”
“Why, yes, there’s this subtle little quiver when you watch a young woman from behind. I’ve noticed it lots of times when I’m bathing with the other Warriors.”
“And pleasuring them?”
Suki turned her head towards him. “We’re not walking around much then. Mostly lying like this and caressing and rubbing and poking—”
“—and kissing.” Sokka shifted closer so his front was in full contact with her side and bent his neck forward to kiss her behind her ear.
“And kissing,” she agreed, putting her hand on the back of his head to draw him in as she turned hers. Her tongue slipped past his lips and the two wet lingual members played with each other for a minute. Finally they separated. “Fuck me again,” she said softly.
“Like this?” her asked, passing a hand over her ass.
“Yes,” Suki replied, raising her hips to elevate her pelvis. “Put your weight on me and mount me from behind.”
At that blunt word, “mount,” Sokka felt a tingle run down his back to end at his penis. He rose onto his knees and as he gathered their scattered clothing the limp sex organ continued to tingle and began to stir a bit. Rolling the clothes into a tight bundle he put his hand on Suki’s ass. Obligingly, she rose higher and he slipped the roll under her hips. She spread her knees wider as she settled onto the makeshift pillow, affording him an excellent view of her pussy.
That far back her outer labia were bare, although still stained from her deflowering. Between them the soft, pink flesh of her inner core looked wet with a mixture of blood, semen and her own lubrication. His cock was half erect now and Sokka hastened its completion by stroking it a few times while staring at his favorite quim. The foreskin was already back and he grasped his erection as he shifted to lie between his girlfriend’s legs. With its tip in contact with her vulva and the sleeping bag’s surface, he pulled it upward, pleasuring at the wet caress of her vestibule. A sudden sinking sensation told him he’d reached her vagina. “Yes, there,” Suki confirmed.
He raised his hips as he skootched closer then slowly lowered them, driving his cock into her cunt. The heat of her interior enveloped his glans and down the shaft as he pushed further into her body. “Oh, Suki,” he breathed, marveling at the exquisite friction of their coupling.
“Oh, yes, Sokka. I love feeling your cock in me.”
He drew back a bit, then pushed forward again. The total distance back and forth couldn’t have been more than three finger-widths and from the feeling of her heat, he guessed no more than half his penis was inside her at its deepest. Even so, the warmth of her back against his front and the soft displacement of her ass as he pressed against it more than made up for the lack of sheer penetration.
Concerned his lady was not being stimulated enough he reached his right hand over the point of her hip and angled inward to find the crisp pubic hair on her lovemound. With that landmark established, he headed down onto the flesh of her lower mound and onto the split of her vulva in front. Even deeper into the wet he continued to reach his destination: The ruffled hood of her clitoris.
An ever so slight stiffening told him he’d reached her female foreskin and the sensitive treasure it held within. He began pushing the firm nodule in time with his thrusts, making Suki sigh.
“Oh, my love. You make me feel so good.”
“It’s only fair exchange for the pleasure I’m getting from you,” and he kissed the nape of her neck.
They quietly copulated for several more minutes before Suki commanded, “Off, please.” Instantly he complied, withdrawing from her cunny and raising onto his knees to take his weight off of her. His stiff penis stood at a forty-five degree angle as she drew her knees under her to raise her rump. Cradling her head in her arms, she spread her legs, and gave a second command, “Use it like you mean it.”
The whole of her stained vestibule was exposed to his gaze. He inched closer and grasped his cock to guide it into the oozing opening of her vagina. Grasping her hips he thrust his entire length into her with one liquid push, making her gasp. He drew back exposing the gleaming length of his cock then thrust into her warm interior again. “Oh, Suki, you’re so tight,” he murmured.
“Maybe it’s because you’re so big; I’m feeling stretched open by your cock inside me.”
“Well, big or tight it feels wonderful.”
He began thrusting into her body again, looking down to watch how her inner folds were pulled out with his penis, only to vanish as his cock shaft slid deep into her belly once again. He could the quiet glick as he forcibly separated the walls of her cunt. “Harder,” he heard her command. Pulling on her hips to pull her back onto his cock, he picked up the pace. His abdomen slamming into her soft cheeks made them quiver enticingly, with a soft popping sound. His stiff shaft was visible momentarily as he pushed back only to disappear into her canal again. “Your balls are nudging my clit; keep it up.”
“I’m just about ready to cum.”
“So am I! Oh, so am I!”
Sure enough, an involuntary groan escaped her lips and her could feel her squeezing his plunging penis. “I’m there, Suki, I’m there!” he exclaimed and pulled her in tight as his own climax washed over him. Deep inside her, his cock pulsed as he ejaculated for the second time into her belly. For several seconds Sokka’s world collapsed to nothing but the pleasure radiating from his penis as it delivered his balls’ contents.
As his orgasm dissipated he gave a sigh of contentment. Simultaneously his girlfriend did the same, then turned her head to the side.
“That was a good one,” she said softly.
“I’ll say.”
He pulled back and his softening penis slid out of its wet socket. He looked down at his half-erect, dripping member. “No blood this time.” The rewetted ring at the base was still there but the translucent white drop at the tip matched the fluid beginning to ooze from Suki’s slit.
“I should hope not,” she chuckled. “I mean, I like sex, but that first time was overly dramatic for my taste.” She rolled onto her left side as she continued, “Right now, though, I’m feeling very sleepy.”
“Me, too.”
Suki shifted to lie in a loose curl, her thighs at a right angle to her hips and her knees at a right angle to her thighs. Pulling the top of the sleeping bag over them, Sokka slid in behind her, lying close to fit the warm curve of her back against his front. He brought his legs up to fit behind hers as well so they were in contact from shoulders to toes. “I think I like snuggling up to my nice, warm, naked girlfriend,” he commented.
“Me, too. Especially the naked part,” she answered and took hold of his right hand and guided up to her breast to leave it there. A few moments later he felt her reach between her thighs to find his soft penis. Through the foreskin she toyed with his glans, thumb on the upper surface, forefinger of its clefted underside. He returned the favor on her nipple, rolling it between thumb and finger. It hardened only a little, sleepiness and satiation overcoming any erotic stimulation. He was the same. While it felt nice her finger ministrations on his dick did not evoke the slightest trace of an erection. His thoughts ground to a halt about then and sleep overtook the two of them as they lay.
♥ ♥ ♥
Suki dreamed a warm hand was caressing her right side, from hip to armpit. As she gradually awakened she found it was true, Sokka’s hand was softly gliding up and down her smooth skin. “Ah, awake at last,” he said when he felt her stir. “I’ve been toying with you for a while.” He continued to caress her as he spoke.
She stretched, leaning back into his solid form and said softly, “Well, my side is not one of my main erogenous zones. If you’d gone to one of those I’d probably have awakened instantly.”
From her side he moved forward to cup a breast then lightly pinch a nipple. “Do you mean here?” His hand moved down over her abdomen, through her pubic hair and began to delve between her thighs. “Or here?”
“Yes,” was her succinct reply and she raised her upper leg slightly. Instantly two fingers slipped down her labial split to locate her clitoris. She leaned further back into him as he awakened that sleeping nodule, then was suddenly aware of the soft mass of his penis was between her ass cheeks.
“I thought men had erections in the morning when they wake up.”
“Not all of the time. I think the little guy got kind of worn out last night.”
The Warrior giggled, drew away from her lover, then turned around to face him. Instantly she discovered two things: Her inner thighs were very sore and as the warm air from deep inside the sleeping bag puffed past their faces, it was ripe with the somewhat sour smell of stale sex fluids. “Ow! – Ugh!” came in quick succession as she gave vent to her findings.
“Phew! It doesn’t pay to fall asleep in your own cum, does it? And what hurts? Is it your vagina?”
“No, my thighs. They were in unaccustomed positions last night.”
“Huh. I would have figured they’d be in more or less the same positions as when you were being pleasured by your Warrior friends,” he grinned.
She smacked him playfully on the shoulder. “You figured right. But I haven’t been ‘pleasured by my Warrior friends’ for some time, all those months at Boiling Rock.”
“Let’s air things out.”
He unlaced and threw back the top of the sleeping bag exposing their nude forms. “Good gravy! We’re still bloody!” Both their thighs were stained with dried blood and their pubic hair was stiff with it as well as dried sex fluids.
“E-e-e-yeah. Now I’m feeling icky.”
“I’ll get some hot water.”
Sokka stood up, padded over to the door of the tent and knelt as he started to untie it. Suki was amused to see the back side of his scrotum dangle between his legs. “You’re gonna go out there naked?”
He grinned at her. “Well, it’s just barely light out there and I’d bet they’re all still asleep. Besides, my sister’s seen me naked already, Toph can’t see me naked, and I’m pretty sure Aang and Zuko won’t care.”
He disappeared through the flap. Suki waited a few moments, rolled over onto her knees and elbows, then with small ooches of protest from her thighs, stood up. She gathered from here and there in the tent some of the longer-stemmed wildflowers, than sat cross-legged on the sleeping bag with the bunch in her lap. She hummed as she deftly wove the stems together, putting the open flowers at small intervals along the growing skein. When it had been formed long enough to reach from her extended arm across her front to the opposite shoulder, she brought the two ends together and interwove them to make a necklace of flowers.
Just as she finished, Sokka’s head appeared through the flap followed by the rest of him, cupping a small pot of steaming water. “I had to build the fire back up,” he apologized.
She hid the lei behind her and smiled. “That’s okay. I’d rather wait a while and have warm water on my bits then bathe instantly with cold.”
Leaving the tent’s flap unlaced he sat cross-legged in front of her, carefully setting down the pot. He moved his hands up to cup her breasts, palming both nipples. They were very warm.
“Oooh, that feels nice.” She hadn’t realized how chilly she’d gotten.
“I like looking at stiff nipples,” he grinned, “But stiff from cold isn’t as much fun.”
She looked at his crotch. “Well, you’re not stiff so much as shrunken.” His penis was a wrinkled, quivering stub and his ball bag no longer dangled but was a tight mass underneath. “C’mere. I have a reward for hanging around out there in the cold.”
When he leaned on close, she picked up the necklace and put it over his head onto his shoulders.
“Thanks, I guess,” he said, one hand on the garland.
“It’s an old Kyoshi custom. The girl gives it to her lover to show she’s been deflowered and that he’s been… leied.”
After thinking a moment, he sighed and looked at her. “And just how old is this custom?”
“About thirty seconds, I’d say,” she grinned.
“I figured as much. Well, let’s get to the part of the custom where the guy cleans up his lady-love before they make sure the deflowering stuck.”
She laid back on her elbows, legs apart, knees up and watched her lover approach with a small towel. She raised her ass off the sleeping bag a moment as he slipped it under her, then dipped a washrag into the pot to apply it to her stained lovemound. The warmth felt good as he gently scrubbed her clean. After a fresh dip into the pot he squeezed the water onto her pubic patch then blotted it clean as well and scrubbed above nearly to her navel. Shifting to between her thighs, he started about half-way down to her knees.
“Am I bloody clear down there?”
“Sure are; traces anyway.”
“No wonder you were dismayed.”
With frequent pauses to rinse and wring the cloth he worked his way up both thighs with circular motions. Suki laid her head back and closed her eyes, savoring the attention from her lover until he reached her crotch. She spread her legs wider as he worked on her vulva, the touch bordering on erotic despite the fact he was washing her, not performing foreplay. After lightly scrubbing her outer labia he pushed the left aside with a finger to gently cleanse between it and the inner lip on that side. Then he repeated the process on the other side. Finally after a fresh dip into the pot, he squeezed the warm water over her clitoris then mopped it up with the washrag, dabbing the nappy cloth on her clitoral hood and glans rather than rubbing them.
“There,” he said with finality. “You look good enough to eat.”
“Well, I like the idea but what about that handprint on my back?” Suki asked.
“Oh, yeah. Roll over.”
She did and felt the cool washcloth scrub away at the small of her back. Then he slapped her ass lightly. “There; done.”
Suki rolled onto her back again, then spread her legs. “You said something about eat?” she challenged. “We were both kind of anxious to get started last night but I’d like to see if male cunnilingus is different than female this morning.
“I’m up for that,” and Sokka moved forward between her knees. “You’re going to have to give me pointers, though. I’ve never done this before.” He slid his hands up both her thighs until they reached their junction at her pelvis. Reaching up a bit he used his index fingers to spread her outer labia apart. “It really does look like a flower, doesn’t it.”
She laid back so she could concentrate at the sensations of her pussy. “You can’t go wrong with licking,” she advised, “and sticking your tongue in my hole feels nice, but the quickest way to make me cum is to mostly tease my clitty.”
He obliged, pushing his lingual member into her and tongue fucking her a few strokes before withdrawing and sliding up her center. Delving within her clitoral hood he circled her erect glans then pushed on it, making sparks fly up her spine. He abandoned it and slid back down her vestibule only partway, then stimulated her urethra.
“I can detect your pee hole. Does it feel good then I lick it?”
“It’s doesn’t feel bad – it’s nice as a variation – but not nearly as effective as licking my clitoris and pushing a couple fingers into my fuck hole.”
“Suki! I’ve never heard you talk so dirty!”
“Burying your face in my pussy brings that side of me out.”
Following her advice he started abusing her love button with his tongue again, then penetrated her quim with two fingers. Her broken hymen no longer blocking the way, he pushed them in deeply, then spread them inside her as he pulled them out. The novel stimulation was highly erotic and, coupled with the more familiar sensations from her clitoris, she was soon squirming, pushing her box upward against Sokka’s face.
More quickly than she’d ever had before, she climaxed, the orgasm washing over her in a sudden, hot flash. Suki grabbed the back of her lover’s head, forcing his face into her spasming genitals as she groaned aloud, then collapsed as she released him. She looked down between her breasts and past her belly as Sokka raised his head. His face was wet from his cheeks on down. He grinned at her panting countenance. “I guess I did okay.”
Suki caressed his brow. “You did fantastic!” She rolled onto her side, nearly off the sleeping bag and gestured at the vacated spot. “Now it’s your turn to be washed.”
Sokka laid back with his legs open as she laid the towel under him and, after Suki had rinsed and wrung out the washcloth with a fresh charge of water, obviously enjoyed the sensations of his lover scrubbing his inner thighs. She reached his tightly wrinkled ball bag and it still felt cool to the touch. “Aw, poor baby,” she said and wrapped it in the washcloth. His flaccid penis, still retracted and well wrinkled from the cold, quivered as she scrubbed the blood stain off his scrotum. Surrounded by the warm, wet washcloth it slowly relaxed until, by time she was done, his balls hung down over his taint.
Switching to his penis she recharged the washcloth then draped it over the male member to let the warmth coax it into lengthening. Pausing a moment she studied her lover’s genitals. The skin of the area was darker than the rest of him and the wild thatch of pubic hair looked like an untrimmed hedge, still matted with blood. The twin-lobbed sack of his scrotum hung down, nearly to the sleeping bag’s surface and his now-warm penis was draped over it, almost as long and the shaft was mottled with darker pigment. The foreskin covered the glans and she could faintly make out the rim of his corona hidden beneath it. The excess skin at the tip was closed to a small hole, smaller than her little fingertip.
With her left hand she pinched the soft flesh just below the glans and raised his penis vertically, then with her right, skinned back his foreskin before grasping the glans by the corona to pull his soft member upward, stretching it. Circling the taut shaft with the washcloth she jacked it up and down several times, removing any remaining stain. Then she shifted her grip from the glans to the body of his penis leaving the soft nut protruding above her grasp. Draping the washcloth over it she proceeded to scrub it clean with a circular back and forth motion.
“Oh, Suki” he moaned, twitching slightly in her grasp. Smiling, she relented a bit, imagining how the nappy cloth rubbed on her clit would feel then she released his genitals to let things fall where they might.
“Needed to make sure your penis was extra clean before I put it on my mouth,” she briskly replied. “Now for your pubis.”
She dipped the cloth into the pot again then partially wrung it out, leaving a larger charge of water in it. When she was over his matted pubic hair she carefully squeezed a small portion out then immediately smothered it before it could trickle away onto the sleeping bag. Alternately pressing, scrubbing, and renewing the water she cleaned her lover’s abdomen as far as it was stained, almost to his navel.
Finished, she put the wet washcloth away and leaned over to find a dry hand towel. Bringing it back to between them, she was taken a bit aback by Sokka’s open-mouthed admiration of her chest. “What?”
Managing to drag his eyes up to hers he stammered, “S-s-sorry. It’s just when you’re not paying attention, your breasts move so wonderfully.”
“Really?” she said, sitting back on her ankles and holding the towel out towards her lover’s groin. “How about when I am paying attention, like this?”
She began rubbing him dry, rubbing the towel up and down his thighs and genitals with more vigor than she had to, making her treasures jostle. “Or, especially, this?”
She raised up a bit, leaned forward, and shifted her attention to his hips and lower abdomen. Since her torso was now almost horizontal, both boobs hung down like fleshy, ripe fruit and her nipples described lazy elipses a hand-width above his pubis.
Unable to tear his gaze from her hypnotic display Sokka whimpered faintly, both hands twitching spasmodically. She smiled, and dropping all pretenses about tending her lover, moved ever so slowly up the length of his body. “Go ahead; you know you want to.”
Instantly his hands moved upward to intercept their soft targets. The nipples stiffened as they grazed his palms then he circled back to grasp them between thumb and forefinger. He pulled on them alternately as she continued to rise, until her left breast was directly over his mouth. When she slowly started to lower herself, he grasped her intent and shifted his grip so both hands were encircling the mammalian appendage and he could take its point into his mouth.
He sucked powerfully and an electric thrill leaped from her left nipple, down her spine and into her belly. “Sokka-a-a-a” she sighed in appreciation. She pulled against his suction, stretching her breast a little then, when the tingling grew too much, pulled free to offer her right breast in its place, which he instantly latched onto.
She was already wound up to the point where less than a minute later his suckling was too much and she pulled that breast out his reach as well. Gasping, she looked down his abdomen to find that while he’d been aroused to the point of his penis was lolling around in that space between belly and thigh, it was not hard yet.
“Looks like you need a little help in the erection department,” she commented and she picked up his semi-soft member to slide it into her mouth. One powerful suck extracted the glans from its sheath, making Sokka moan quietly. She attacked the head with her tongue, washing over its surface and reaching down to the corona. After very few seconds of this treatment, his erection was complete. She shifted back a bit and crouched between his spread thighs, moving her head up and down as she fucked his stiff shaft with her mouth as far as it would fit. One had was grasping and twisting the part that wouldn’t fit, down to the base, and the other was fondling and hefting his balls in their fleshy sack.
He began gently bucking his hips upward as he mildly protested, “Suki, keep that up and I’m gonna cum in a minute.”
She withdrew her mouth and continued to jack his penis as she smiled up at him. “That’s the whole idea. You’ve recharged since last night. We were both anxious last night for coitus but now it’s high time I found what it’s like to receive a load in my mouth so this morning, I’m going all the way, oral-wise.”
She had enough time to reapply her mouth and thrust down upon him three times before he replied, “Suit yourself, then ‘cause here it comes.”
His cock gave the slightest twitch in her mouth and she tasted the thick, slightly salty flavor of semen. Then her intruder began to pulse in earnest and gush after gush of her man’s seed filled her mouth. It spurted so hard to the back of her throat she had to swallow some whether she wanted to or not. She drew back so there would be less penis in her mouth and more room for the increasing fluid volume.
The throbs grew weaker and the volume ejected grew less until his penis was still in her mouth and ever so slowly deflating. Suki drew back until just the tip was still in her mouth and the milked the urethral tube on the underside to receive the last of his cum. Releasing him entirely to let the wet phallus plop onto his abdomen she smiled at him, open-mouthed and tongue curled to display for a moment the semen she’d collected, then she swallowed.
Rising up to her knees she gave fair warning by raising her arms as well and slowly toppling forward. He caught her just under her breasts and lessened the impact but not entirely so there was still a soft collision of flesh on flesh. Suki smothered her boyfriend with kisses and he kissed her right back. She could feel his soft penis rolling under her pubis and he shifted his grasp from her lower back to her ass to give both fleshy cheeks a good kneading while they kept kissing.
Finally, she planted her elbows on either side of his torso to raise herself up and look at him not so blurry. “So, how did you like your first blow job?”
Sokka couldn’t stop grinning. “Just fine, and certainly good enough to make me cum. And my girlfriend’s a swallower, to boot.”
“Well, why not? There’s no question we’re not gonna go oral on each other and there’s no point in making it a half-assed job, is there?” She touched his nose. “I’d be willing to bet that if I’d leaned forward with the obvious intent of feeding you your own load, you would not have turned away. Am I right?”
“Yes, but I’ve sampled my own semen before  I was curious what it would taste like to my future girlfriend.”
“And your conclusion?”
“It didn’t taste like much of anything. Too much ‘me’ in it, I suspect. Kind of like you can’t smell your own pits.”
“I can tell you it isn’t tasteless but it’s not nearly as bad as some of my friends made it out to be.”
“So you’re gonna continue to swallow? Then I guess I’m stuck with still lapping your cooch, then. Darn.”
“How about lapping your cum from my cooch?”
“Let it flow!”
Suki felt a sudden urge. “Oh, I wish you hadn’t said that. Now I’ve got to pee, badly.”
“Me, too! The power of suggestion strikes again!”
She rose to her knees then to her feet. She reached between her legs to kind of hold her vulva closed while she helped Sokka to his feet. As soon as he was able he also reached down to clutch his penis, presumably also to keep it from leaking. She began to cast about wildly. “Oh, man! I didn’t bring a robe!”
She spotted her trousers but before she could reach them, Sokka pulled her arm back. “Forget it. You’ll have to let go of your snatch to get them on and if you’re like me, you’ll instantly flood the tent when you do.”
“I can’t run across the encampment stark naked!” she wailed.
“You don’t have to; there’s a latrine right outside the tent.”
“The boy’s latrine!”
“Any port in a storm,” he said tersely, and shoved her outside.
There was a fair amount of dawn light, plenty to have been embarrassing had someone else had been outside their tent, but no one was. Nevertheless, Suki was glad she was already hiding her pubis and momentarily considered using her left forearm to obscure her breasts before deciding it would better serve to keep her balance as she hustled the four arm-spans between her and the row of bushes hiding the trench the boys were using for a toilet.
She dropped onto a flat-footed squat straddling one end of the trench, stopped pinching and began spreading as, with no conscious control, the torrent started draining her bladder. Sokka had been right; had she tried to climb into her trousers she would have been standing in a puddle with soaked clothing in her hand about now. A moment later he dropped to his knees facing her and shifted the grasp on his penis, directing it downward; she assumed he was avoiding splashing her.
The two lovers unabashedly looked at each other and the urine continued to flow from them both in a seemingly endless stream. The look of relief was palpable on his face and she assumed her own expression was similar. Finally, as her stream  wider in diameter but lower in velocity  began to diminish, he spoke.
“I’ve never watched a girl pee before.”
“You’re kidding. Living with two or three females in a tent?”
“Well, it would be the same room, sure, but they’d go in the corner and crouch over the honey jar. I’d see some bare bum and hear the stream hit the jar but had no idea it’s as thick as my little finger until just now.”
Said stream finally slowed to a dribble and Suki began clenching her pubococcygeus muscle to expel the last of her charge. A moment later Sokka followed suit.
“This is pretty much a first for me as well. I watched my baby brother micturate more times than I could count when I was changing him but that stopped as soon as he could stand. Father, needless to say, I’ve never seen.”
“Mictu-what?”
“Micturate  it’s a fancy was of saying, ‘piss.’”
“Well you fancy-pants scholars can take your book learning and Oh, shit!” He instantly folded his knees so he was sitting on his ankles.
“What’s wrong?” She cautiously raised from her crouch and looked over her shoulder to where Sokka’s gaze was fixed. “Uh, oh!”
What they were seeing was Zuko standing at his tent entrance, idly scratching his lower abdomen. He was obviously on the same mission they were and was looking right at their screen of bushes, debating whether to go to the ‘proper’ latrine or the girls’ one, right next to him. Also like them, he was nude; his slack penis and a pendulous scrotum moved from side to side a bit with his scratching. “What’ll I do if he comes here?” She couldn’t take her eyes off his penis and balls, both hanging a lot longer and a lot lower than her boyfriend’s.
“Curl up in a ball; he’ll see you’re naked but won’t actually see any bits. He’ll be plenty embarrassed anyway, being as naked as we are, and look away.”
Deciding not to parade through the camp, Zuko turned and walked behind the girls’ bushes before kneeling. She could see his head above the bushes moving a bit as he did his business. “I see what you meant by impressive last night. Does he stick all of that thing into Mai? She’s this bitty petite thing, poor girl.” Even with the morning chill Zuko’s swinging penis had hung closer to his knees with a wider girth than she was comfortable with.
“Well, we haven’t discussed any of the intimate details, but he did say he and Mai did consummate their love in that window between his returning to the palace and departing to find us. He didn’t mention anything about serious injury or not fitting.”
Zuko rose and walked from behind the bushes, affording Suki another look at his package. Even his ballbag was larger and hung lower than Sokka’s. She felt a little heat in her loins, imagining his penis all stiff wondering how tightly he would fit in her. Would it be even larger erect? He paused before his tent and looked at Sokka’s tent a long moment before shaking his head with a small smile.
“I guess he heard us last night,” Suki commented.
“That or he figured it out from bumping into the two of us earlier.”
She rose alongside Sokka and this time, definitely covered her bush with her right hand and interposed her left forearm over her breasts. Furthermore, with Sokka behind her she backed into the tent so any other early risers would not see her bare bottom. This meant her bare bottom bumped into Sokka, who’d stopped just inside. She felt his slightly cool member in the middle of her cleavage, then she felt it twitch.
“Oh, ho! You like this,” she said as she began to rub up and down. He grew palpably stiffer.
“If my girlfriend is rubbing her bare ass against my bare dick and I don’t get a hard on? Check me for a pulse.”
She turned around and stepped back. He was looking at her breasts and down below, his cock finished its erection to bob up and down at an upward angle. Grasping it in her hand, Suki closed the distance between them, forcing it down a bit so that it slid between her legs, along her slit. She hugged him, he hugged back and, as they kissed, she could feel him deliberately tensing his pelvic muscles, making the stiff rod press into her vestibule.
Dropping the hug she stepped back again, relishing the sensation of him sliding along her genitals until his erection flipped in the air again, harder than ever. Grasping him firmly, like last night she used it like a handle, guiding him over to the open sleeping bag and pushing him down full length on it. She stepped over him with both her feet at his knees and looked a long moment at his penis, bounding slightly with his rapid heartbeat slightly in the air above his belly. “I’m going to fuck you, now,” she announced. “With your earlier cunnilingus I don’t need any foreplay.”
“Oh, no!” Sokka feigned as she dropped to her knees and reached between her legs to raise his cock to vertical. Shifting a bit, she maneuvered her cunt and his cock until they were aligned, then lodged his glans into her vaginal entrance. Releasing him, Suki smiled down at her lover a moment then relaxed her thighs as slowly as she could to slide down his pole.
The sensation of being spread open by his penetration was exquisite; she sighed with pleasure at the novel sensation. Although she’d been pleasured by her fellow Warriors for years, with her thick hymen she’d not had penetrative sex until last night. For his part, Sokka groaned and his eyes rolled up in his head as her pubis bumped into his. The two lovers paused a bit, savoring the moment, then he opened his eyes and grinned salaciously as he tightened his pubococcygeus muscle, making him swell inside her belly. Her grin was equally big as she countered by tightening her own muscle, gripping his shaft tightly.
“Oh, Suki, darling, I think I could cum from just this,” and he swelled again.
“Perhaps, but I want to feel you move inside me.”
She began to slowly copulate, grinding her pubis against his when she was at the bottom of her stroke. He answered in kind, thrusting up, driving his cock deeper into her channel. She picked up the pace and with each stroke her breasts jounced, making her turgid nipples tingle. Sokka’s hands were on her ass, caressing and applying pressure upwards against her thrusts, fingering the area where cock and cunt were sliding past each other.
Encouraged, she leaned forward to lean on her hands and changed her thrusts from vertical to more horizontal, pushing back against the Sokka cock buried in her belly. Her breasts now hung away from her chest and swung back and forth with her motions. Grinning, her lover abandoned her ass to cup them from underneath and manipulate them in directions opposite their natural motions. Thinking momentarily of a naked Zuko, she wondered how much he played with his pretty flat-chested girlfriend’s tits.
Used to being pleasured by more than one woman at a time with her Warrior-mates, Suki had the sudden question of what it would feel like to entertain two cocks. She imagined Zuko standing before her, letting her lick and suck his own erection while Sokka plumbed her depths from underneath. Then in a final depravity, Aang straddling her hips to drive his cock up her ass; being twelve, the Avatar surely was small enough to make it only a minor challenge.
The thought of all three of her holes plugged with cock instantly ran from her brain down her spine to her cunny and it responded. She doubled the pace of the thrusting as her orgasm’s involuntary spasms squeezed the cock currently within her and with each thrust, her clitoris banged against her lover’s pubis. Her groan was simultaneous with Sokka’s, “Oh, Suki!” and he clutched her and held her tight as his own climax triggered.
Coming down from her sexual high, she relished the sensation of her lover’s cock still throbbing inside her. Unlike their first act, she could not feel his semen being ejaculated into her belly but as it quieted, she experimentally raised her hips a small bit. Everything felt extraordinarily slippery so he’d managed to send some of his seed into her despite his climax a few minutes ago.
She raised up until his wet cock slipped out of her to plop onto his belly. She crawled forward with the obvious intent of making good on her threat to feed him his own cum. She saw him grin just before she planted her snatch over his mouth and he enthusiastically began to lap at it.
When he’d stopped probing her hold with his tongue and started straining upward to reach her clitoris, she backed down, laid her full length on his body and kissed him. He tasted faintly of pussy and semen. She buried her head between his neck and shoulder and he caressed the back of her head. “I’m ready for breakfast,” he murmured.
“Can’t imagine why,” was her muffled reply. “It’s not like we’ve done a lot of exercise this morning.
Sokka chuckled and caressed down her bare back. “You’ll need to get off  as much as I’ll hate it.”
“Oh, very well,” and she rolled off of him to sit up by his side. After casting about to locate her scattered clothing, she crawled here and there to collect the two pieces and find one of the towels. She sat on the floor of the tent with her knees up and apart as she dabbed at her vagina’s entrance to soak up at least some of the sex-fluids it was leaking. Tossing the towel aside she pulled her trousers up her legs, rolling onto her back and bucking her hips up a moment to get them up to her waist. She sat up again, picked up her blouse, then paused to look at Sokka. He’d rolled to his side and was lying with his head propped up by his left arm with an incredibly salacious grin on his face.
The grin gave Suki pause, and she held the gathered blouse up to shield her still bare breasts from his gaze. “What?”
“It’s the boob thing again,” he said, the grin turning into a broad beam.
She lowered the blouse to offer her treasures to his attention again. “So you’re a tit-man?” she said with a laugh.
“I’m an everything man  tits, legs, ass, cooch; you name it, I like it, so long as it’s female.”
With that he got up and started to dress, so they could make something to eat.
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