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Avatar Tales - Tale 5 - First Taste	By : Seaman Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Aang/Katara Views: 625 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-First Taste
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First Taste
Katara and Aang find kissing lasts only so long
Aang, Katara, Toph remembered - humping, oral, masturbation remembered, water tentacles
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“Come on, Aang. Let’s have some fun.”
Katara grabbed the young Avatar by the hand and pulled him to her room. His heart beat faster, glad they were having another make-out session this afternoon. Starting with their first real kiss on the balcony of the Jasmine Dragon in Ba Sing Se they’d caressed through each other’s clothing only one more time before Katara had bared her breasts, offering them to his touch and her nipples to his tongue. He’d removed his shirt as well and all during the leisurely trip to Southern Water Tribe territory, they’d gone no further so far as clothing went, only touching each other below the waist, even through their trousers and underclothing, the last few times.
With Katara’s breasts, on the other hand, he’d grown quite familiar, playing with them a score of times. Even so, he thought he’d never get tired of them. He loved the way they moved, their softness, and the taste of her nipples, as long as the last joint of his little finger, and loved too, feeling the dark digits firm up under fingers or tongue as her areolae crinkled. Having seen both, Sokka had told him Suki’s boobs were a more impressive size than his sister’s were, but the latter definitely won in the prominent nipple comparison. Aang personally did not know, having never seen Suki’s nipples nor any other girls’ nipples at all save a glimpse of Toph one morning.
Before they’d left Ba Sing Se, the five of them had been installed in the same house Joo Dee had put them in on their first visit to the city. Early one morning just a few days before they’d left for their journey south, Sokka, Suki, and Katara had already left for some adventure. Toph and he had planned to visit the new zoo he’d created but she was taking forever to come out of her room. “Come on, Toph,” he’d said impatiently, rounding the corner of her doorway. “We’re gonna miss the morning fee…ding.”
Aang’s mind had seized up as he saw that Toph was clad only in her drawers. He’d seen the long undergarment that covered her from waist to knee a number of times since that was what she’d worn while swimming. While a bandeau on top had adequately hidden her nipples the blind girl apparently did not realize how when wet, her linen knickers clung quite nicely to her body. It had taken very little imagination about what she’d look like nude. That morning no imagination was needed at all. The bandeau was missing all together and drawers were pretty useless as well, being held at the waistband by her hands, which were halfway down her thighs.
She released them to slide down to her feet and struck a pose. “Like what you see, Twinkletoes? I thought we’d never be alone together! I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
He’d instantly turned and fled outside but not before he’d had forever impressed in his mind the details of his first virtually totally naked girl: Two miniature red strawberries on not much up top and a hairless love mound with its labial split down below. Katara’s breasts were far more impressive and, while he knew intellectually she had pubic hair, since adult Air Nomads of both sexes shave theirs the instructional pictures the monks had used in their sex education classes were just as bare as Toph had been and he had no real idea what his favorite girl’s muff might look like.
Forced to dress, Toph joined him a few minutes later. “I just wanted to see what a boy looks like down there.”
“What a boy feels like down there, you mean. It wouldn’t be right. Besides, Katara’d drown me if she found out.”
“You might be surprised,” Toph had retorted, but he didn’t budge.
He’d been careful to not be in the house alone with Toph after that, nor on the trip south where she’d been dropped off in Gaolin to be reunited with her parents. Now the remaining four, Katara, Sokka, Suki, and himself, were sojourning in Suki’s village on Kyoshi Island. In her culture, the marriageable age was fifteen instead of the Water Tribe’s tradition of sixteen so Suki and Sokka could get married right away. Even so, the preparations and observances were taking a while so the group was waiting until after the ceremony was completed before continuing on down to Katara’s home at the South Pole.
Suki’s parents ran an inn so he and Sokka were in one room in the guest wing. Everybody pretended not to notice how often Sokka and Suki wound up in her room in the part where the family lived for long, quiet periods of time as they waited to marry. Aang was thankful he didn’t wind up displaced in the corridor while the two of them slaked each other’s lust. As the only girl guest of the party, Katara was in another guest room by herself. After Sokka’s protective outburst when he’d caught them in that first kiss at the Jade Dragon, neither of the young lovers wanted him to catch them in their topless petting so when they wanted to enjoy each other’s company, Katara’s room was where they’d go.
Moments after sliding the shōji to her room shut Katara was in his arms and returned his embrace as they kissed, tongues doing their familiar dance. After a minute, they’d parted and shucked their upper garments in a familiar ritual to embrace again, he bare chested, she in her sarashi. She cheated left as they embraced again so his right hand had room to find her left breast. He squeezed it gently one time, then burrowed under the cotton wrapping to cup the soft flesh directly.
He remembered with perfect clarity the first time he’d done that. They’d been standing in Katara’s room in Ba Sing Se kissing deeply when his right hand, almost of its own volition, crept up her torso and over her left breast. Katara’d broken off the kiss and took a step back. For one awful moment, he’d thought she was angry with him for going too far. Instead, she’d smiled, taken his hand by the wrist, put it on her blouse, directly on her breast, and pressed it against the soft flesh.
The two times he’d kissed her before had been exciting. They’d embraced and he’d felt their tongues play tag as she pressed her warm body against his. It had made his heart race and a vaguely pleasurable sensation below his waist had suffused up to his brain. Now, with his hand full of real girl flesh, his heart had fairly threatened to burst, it pounded so hard, and the pleasurable sensation was now focused on his swelling penis. Then Katara had raised the stakes higher.
Unfastening her belt, she’d opened her robe-like blouse, shrugged it off of her shoulders, and pulled it from her body. She’d dropped the limp cloth on the floor to stand a moment in her trousers and sarashi. As with Toph, Katara swam in her underwear so he’d seen the white wrapping before, but now it was a definite undergarment rather than part of a swimming costume. He looked from her left breast to her right, and back again, swelling under the wrapping over them, before he could tear his gaze up to Katara’s face. Breathing as hard as he was, she’d placed his hand back on her torso then slid it upward. When he’d tried to slide over the white cotton surface, she touched his hand and shook her head. “Touch me,” she’d said in a barely audible voice. Obediently, he’d slid his fingers down then back up beneath the undergarment to cup her directly.
If touching his girlfriend’s boobs through two layers of clothing had been thrilling, touching one directly was positively heart stopping. Katara thought so too, moaning quietly as they’d kissed and he massaged the surprisingly soft flesh. Then it had been a flurry of kissing, caressing, and unwrapping as well as rapid lessons on how a girl’s unbound breasts moved and her nipples responded to being touched and sucked on. With the sarashi no longer covering her shoulders and armpits, he’d discovered the small dark patches of hair lurking there and realized that while Air Nomad women shave both pits and pubes, Katara – if not all Water Tribe women – did not.
Back in the present, Aang felt her nipple grow firm under his palm as they kissed open mouthed. She broke his embrace to find where the end of the sarashi was tucked in at her side and pulled it free. As he massaged her breast, the wrapping on the back of his hand grew looser. With small assists from the two of them the free end of her underwear fell around her in loose coils to the floor, baring her shoulders, then her breasts. When the trailing end dropped to the floor he broke the kiss and stepped back to look at her long, brown nipples surrounded by equally dark areolae. What with excitement and touch, they were already erect, ripe fingertips presented on corrugated dark circles. The first time he’d seen them, he was amazed at how long they were even soft. Erected they were even longer, the length of the last joint of his fingers. Lightly rolling a nipple in each hand, he commented, “I don’t think I’ll ever get over how gorgeous your boobs are.” Smiling, Katara stepped back. The twin objects of Aang’s attention quivered slightly as their points slipped free of his grasp. While definitely enough to fill each hand and the undersides were close to horizontal, they were not enough to be pendulous.
There were no bathing facilities at the inn. Instead, like the whole village, family and guests used the onsen, the public bath up the hill where the hot springs were. Aang had seen Suki a number of times in just a thin cotton yukata as she returned from the onsen so he had a pretty good idea how larger breasts moved when unhampered by underclothing. Unbound, Katara’s pair didn’t sway like that but had a more subtle quiver that turned his knees to jelly and his pecker to wood.
The onsen had two huge pools carved into the rock, outdoors and secluded, one for men and the other for women. Inside the main building there were rooms with wooden tubs, one of moderate size for small groups plus several smaller baths used mainly by families. While Suki and Sokka had occasionally bathed together in one of the smaller, private tubs, sometimes for a suspiciously long time, so far Katara had not mentioned wanting to share any of those with him and he did not have the nerve yet to invite her to one.
Putting her hands on his shoulders, Katara bore him down to his knees, kneeling herself as she did so. She leaned forward and, knowing what she wanted, Aang continued to sink until he was on his haunches, then further back to extend his legs and lie flat while she moved over him. Hanging down, her suspended breasts were large enough to sway as they approached his face. She lowered herself in invitation and he captured a stiff point in his mouth.
He sucked her right nipple deep in and toyed with her left, flicking it lightly so it danced about on resilient flesh. After a minute she pulled back. She’d told her boyfriend how erotic it felt to have her breast stretched so he sucked harder to keep her nipple trapped in his mouth as she withdrew until it escaped and she offered her left to suck.
Aang complied and switched his fingers’ attention to her right nipple, wet and swollen. Katara began to breathe deeply as his suckling got to her then suddenly broke free to shift down and lie flat upon him, kissing him deeply. Her tongue was busy against his and he could feel her breasts against his male chest. Below the waist she pressed against his erect penis with her love mound, slowly humping through their clothing to stimulate it. Using one hand he kneaded her bottom through her trousers.
When Aang thought he was going to suffocate through lack of air, the waterbender broke the kiss and rolled off him to her left side, pulling so he was facing her on his right. He felt her right hand caress his chest, then down past his navel to the waist of his loose trousers, then onto his stiff cock, buried under trousers and underpants. He stuck to playing with her breasts, looking odd with their sideways surrender to gravity. After caressing his tool for more than a minute, she smiled and broke the long silence.
“I thought today we’d go a bit further.”
Aang felt his heart bump. “How far?”
“Just our trousers. We can neck in our underwear,” she said, and after a final squeeze of his cock, stood over him, unfastening her garment’s waist tie.
“Okay,” he said quietly, relieved he wouldn’t be naked with her. Some months ago, well before Ozai’s defeat and right after he’d first started thinking of Katara as someone he’d like to have sex with, his testes started getting larger and his scrotum hanging lower. Remembering the monks telling him that was the first indication of puberty in a boy he wasn’t sure there was a connection between constantly thinking the imagined form of a nude girlfriend and the onset of his adolescence, but in the ensuing months while his balls had gotten larger and hair had started to sprout at the base of his penis, the penis itself stubbornly was refusing to get much larger. He’d been nude with Sokka in the men’s pool at the onsen together and he’d had glimpsed how the older boy’s dick swayed as it hung from his pubis, comparing it enviously to his own immature, quivering stub. He’d never seen Sokka’s erect and could only imagine how much larger it would be when ready to push into Suki’s quim. While there were several reasons, the main one he had not invited Katara to share at the bathhouse was he was shy about letting her see his unimpressive penis, erect or not.
Aang stood to face her then looked down to untie his own waistband, pushed his trousers off of his hips down to the floor and stepped out of them. The tradition on Kyoshi island was to go bare footed indoors so he had no shoes or slippers on. As he freed his feet from his pants he looked back up and gasped. Katara was just stepping out of her own trousers but her last bit of clothing was far skimpier than he’d imagined. Like a low slung belt, a small roll of white cloth went around her hips but all that hid her pubic region was a surprisingly narrow strip that descended from that roll down between her legs where it disappeared.
“I thought I’d seen your underwear when we went swimming,” he blurted out. He himself swam in the brown cotton underpants he was standing in. Katara’s fundoshi was missing the wrappings around her upper thighs and the short, square tegument in front that helped hide her pubic region he’d seen before. He managed to spend just a moment raising his gaze to look at her navel, somehow more more feminine than his own, before looking at her loins again.
Katara laughed. “The sarashi up top, yes, but I augmented my small clothes down below with another sarashi length,” she explained. She ran a finger over the right edge of the white triangle down between it and her thigh. “If you’d seen me like this the second week we’d known each other… well, I was not ready for that.” He could see her point. The narrow strip of cloth rising from between her legs and up her love mound to the waist just barely hid what she was underneath. He wasn’t sure but it looked like a bit of pubic hair was peeking out from both corners.
Pointing at the slender triangle, she explained, “This bit hiding my pussy starts in the back, goes between my legs, up and under the roll at my waist, then back down my love mound, between my legs and back up my butt to where it started. Once it’s past my mound, the two passes between my legs are twisted pretty tightly and the tail end gets wound ‘round and ‘round the waist opposite the side where the other end is doing the same.” She cocked her pelvis and spread her knees a bit showing how little the twisted cloth hid the flesh between her legs. “Top or bottom, my underwear starts as a long piece of cloth; this one is about two spans long. A sarashi cloth is twice that so I used its longer length to wrap around my legs and up, to cover my ass, not be so twisted over my vulva, and make that short apron fore and aft.”
She turned around and continued, “I certainly wasn’t ready to let you see me like this.” The short apron-like end over her bottom matching the one in front he was used to seeing was also missing. The rolled waist of the unaugmented fundoshi was low on her hips and the twisted part, looking like a white rope as it descended for its trip over her center, was visible at the top of her cheeks before disappearing into the cleavage further down but made only a token effort at hiding anything even where it was visible. Virtually all of her ass was in view and it quivered a bit as she shifted her weight to her left leg. Then she bent over and opened her legs slightly. He’d felt his heart lurch and his cock tingle as the entire territory between her thighs came into view. The movement had caused the cloth to pull tight against her flesh. And even though there were two layers, both were tightly twisted enough to be drawn into her sexual groove leaving the posterior part of her outer labia quite exposed. “Or especially like this. Am I right?”
“You sure are,” which was an understatement. The twin bulges of her labia were definitely if sparsely decorated with pubic hair, the groove of her center hidden by the twisted textile the width of his finger. Forward, her breasts hung, nipple downward. He’d seen her breasts’ suspended sway numerous times in the past few weeks; she loved to crouch over him as they’d just done, pulling against his suction. She held her pose, hands on knees and rocked back and forth a bit making them sway now but Aang barely noticed. He felt his penis throb inside his shorts making the tented cloth move. As innocent as he was about actually performing coitus, he’d been told by the teaching monks about various positions and had no trouble at all imagining he was standing behind her now, about to slide his cock into her belly from behind. His knees felt weak and he knelt, then laid back on Katara’s futon mattress, eyes riveted on that bit of cotton barely hiding his girlfriend’s secrets.
All he’d seen of female genitals up to now were the pictures the monks had when they were teaching about anatomy and reproduction. Not only was he getting the thrill of seeing the real thing in the flesh, so to speak, he was getting the double whammy of seeing pubic hair; the drawings, adhering to the Air Nomad tradition of shaving, depicted no hair.
Still bent over, Katara swiveled to face him, dropped to all fours, and crawled over to where he was waiting, half stunned. Glancing at the obvious erection his shorts concealed, she moved on up to put her left breast above his face and offer a nipple as she had a few minutes before. He sucked it again and, as before the waterbender laid her weight on him, hips on his belly, legs wide to put her bare thighs on either side of his waist.
It was a familiar position to be in but this time he thrilled at the feel of her skin against his instead of the usual trouser against trouser. Tentatively he put his hands on her back and slid them downward. He hesitated at the roll of her undergarment then crossed it onto her all but bare butt. He’d caressed her bottom many times before, but until tonight it had been safely covered. Now, it might as well be as bare as her back; he paused again, unsure of her reaction.
“Yes, darling. Play with my ass.”
Encouraged, he squeezed her soft cheeks in both hands, then pulled them up towards her spine. It felt resoundingly feminine under his fingers but firmer than the familiar flesh of her breasts. She responded by pressing into him. He could feel her butt muscles work and, on his belly something padded and hard pressed into him. He was still sucking the long nipple in his mouth and she humped against him in synchronization, the hard bit even with his navel. The small part of his brain still able to function surmised he was feeling her pubic bone through the fundoshi.
Letting out a quiet moan, Katara pulled back and he lost the seal on her nipple, making it escape with a quiet snick, but she immediately offered her right nipple in its place and they settled back together. His hands wandered around on her ass, down to the gluteal crease, where the succulent globes merged into the back of her thighs, then up the cleavage between them until he’d reached where the fundoshi strip emerged just before it was incorporated into the waist roll.
Katara reached under her thigh to caress his erect penis through his brown underpants, the thin cloth transmitting the warmth of her fingers quite nicely. Then after a few minutes she pulled her breast free from his mouth sat upright, knelt over his waist, and moved to mount him, planting her sex squarely on his erection. She began rocking back and forth, making the pressure of her hidden vulva roll up and down the length of his covered cock, scarcely a hand-width in length. This made her breasts jiggle and he reached up to cup them, letting the wet nipples slide through his fingers.
“Oh, yes, Aang; you feel so good,” she breathed and upped the tempo. He could feel pressure building up inside his loins and he instinctively began bucking upwards. This made the cotton cloth of his underpants rub against the head of his stiff cock, sending pulses of pleasure up his spine “Yes, oh yes!” he barely heard her say through the incessant pleasurable pulses. She begun fairly pounding into him until she’d stopped with a final moaning grind.
The pressure burst inside him and he groaned aloud, his cock throbbing as an exquisitely erotic feeling washed over him. Unseeing, he yelled wordlessly simultaneous with a surprised, “Whoa!” from his girlfriend. He felt an odd blow underneath him, head, shoulders, back, and hips. A second later as he got his vision back he heard the odd “donk” of a rolled scroll hitting the floor. Katara was looking at him quizzically.
“You went into Avatar mode a moment,” she reported. “Your eyes and tattoo glowed and we rose off of the futon a full hand span or two.” She looked over her shoulder. “A gust pushed one of my waterbending scrolls off of the desk.”
“I thought I had slipping into that pretty well under control. I haven’t done it involuntarily for a while.”
She shakily climbed off of him to kneel at his waist, looking at his shorts. “You made me climax, Aang, and look – you had an orgasm too.”
He looked down to find fluid leaking from under the hem of his pants to flood his abdomen. It was transparent with flecks of white scattered throughout. A dark stain on his shorts at the head of his penis showed where it had come from. Another, smaller stain was down by the root, just above his balls. “What is it?” he asked in alarm.
“Semen, silly; you ejaculated inside your underwear. Don’t you masturbate?”

“Master-what?”
“Rub your penis until you climax and spurt semen.”
“Uh, no. I had this dream a few weeks ago where you and I were naked and making love when I suddenly woke up and found I was wet inside my shorts. I thought I’d peed on myself.” The monks’ instructions on sex had included lots of advice on how to pleasure his partner, but not really mentioned pleasuring himself. They’d said it would come naturally. When imagining Katara naked a few times he’d erected but only grasped his hard-on experimentally.
“No, it was likely semen. When you’re capable of an orgasm but don’t for a long time you get these erotic dreams and climax all while asleep, especially if you’re a boy. Girls do, too, but not as often and not as messy. They’re called wet dreams for obvious reasons but I haven’t had one in years; not with all my masturbating.”

Aang was confused. “You rub on your penis?”
“My pussy. I guess I should have said ‘genitals’ a moment ago.” After looking thoughtful several moments, she asked, “So you’ve never had a conscious orgasm before this?”
Aang felt his cheeks heat a little. “No,” he admitted in a small voice. When he’d played with his cock those few times, a small droplet would collect at the tip, but nothing like the gusher he’d just ejaculated, nothing like the pleasure he’d just felt.
“A poetic name for orgasm is ‘little death’ – you kind of go away for a few moments then come back. Maybe whatever you’ve got in your head that looks out for that sort of thing thought you were dying for real.”
“I’d better get that under control or our love life will be a bit interesting.”
Katara smiled impishly. “We’ll have to practice a lot, then. Darn.”
Gesturing with one hand, she bended the fluid off of his abdomen and from under his shorts until it was a quivering, slightly translucent sphere a bit larger than a marble. “I’ve never played with semen before,” she commented, then sent it into a cloth lying nearby the bed. She sat upright then rolled back, knees up, feet planted on the bed. This exposed her whole crotch to Aang’s view and through the shock, a small part of his mind noticed her underwear was visibly wet as well. The vertical strip deep between her legs was darker than the dry cotton had been and more fluid had seeped out, spreading a bit onto the exposed flesh on either side making it gleam. Most of his attention was fixed on the fact that the fundoshi’s twists had been pushed deeper into her vulva exposing more of her outer labia than ever, and even part of one inner lip, leaving only the innermost part of her pussy to his imagination. Closer now, he could definitely see the sparse, curly hair got thicker on her exposed outer lips more towards the front so it had to be her pubes. The inner lip had a loose-looking ruffled appearance with a dark edge. His heart pounded more wildly than ever before.
“Look how you turned me on, too,” Katara commented nonchalantly as she bended her own fluids into a smaller, almost transparent sphere. “And I got some on you as well.” She collected the bit at the root of his penis and added it to the sphere before sending it to the cloth. She froze a moment, then looked at him quizzically. “Why are you grinning at me so sappily?”
“I was just thinking about how much I love you.”
Katara smiled. “I love you, too,” as she sat upright to reach for her trousers and started to pull them back on, signaling they were done, at least for this session. Sated as he was, Aang still enjoyed the way her bare breasts wobbled as she moved but he began dressing in silence as well. Despite Katara having to rewrap her sarashi, he dawdled watching her so they finished at the same time, standing as they straightened their upper garments around their torsos.
She embraced him relatively chastely. “We’ll have to think of an idea to keep our underclothes from getting soaked next time,” she commented as they left her room.
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Three days later, about mid-afternoon, they were back in her bedroom, embracing. She released him and stood before him. She looked a little nervous “I thought of a way to keep our underclothes from getting messy while we… practice,” she said after licking her upper lip.
Aang felt his heart pounding. “What’s that?” He suspected he knew the answer.
Her reply was very soft. “Take all of them off.”
Aang felt his cheeks burn but that was okay: Katara’s own cheeks were also a bit red. “I’m not ready to go all the way yet.” At the moment he wasn’t ready to go any of the way; his penis had shrunk to a small nub at the thought of Katara looking at it.
“I’m not either,” Katara assured him. “But just because we’re naked together doesn’t mean you have to stick your cock in me.”
“Okay.” His heart skipped a beat. Despite all the breast fondling, nipple sucking, and the last session’s humping to orgasm in their knickers, this was the first time she’d spoken so bluntly about their having sex.
After a long moment, both nodded to the other slightly and started doffing their clothes. Aang slowly stripped taking his time to get down to just his underpants. Katara, having more to remove, worked a bit faster. After her blouse was off, she unwrapped the white cotton sarashi as he’d seen her do, and done himself, many times in the past few weeks. When she tossed aside the long length of cloth, her breasts made their familiar jiggle, the brown nipples were already partially erect. The sight made his penis stir a bit. Maybe being exposed wouldn’t be so bad after all. He’d at least see what she looked like naked; any embarrassment about his size or maturity was second to that.
She pushed her trousers to the floor and, breasts jiggling, stepped out of them then paused expectantly in the last of her clothing, the white fundoshi. After a glance at his brown underpants, she asked quietly, “Ready?”
“You first,” Aang squeaked. He was still shy about what Katara might think of his immature penis – while tingling, right now it was still trying to hide in his pubis.
Katara smiled. “Okay.”
She reached to her right hip and began pulling the tail of the fundoshi from under the twists at her waist. When it was free she let it go behind her and it fell to the floor. Using both hands, she pulled it from between her legs and up until it was bundled in her right hand and the cloth hiding her love mound was down to one layer. Keeping her eyes on his, with her thumb and fingers of her left hand she began unraveling the twists at her left hip until it, too, was free, dangling behind her. She reached behind her and he could see the free end hoisted upward from the floor as she pulled on it, up out of sight, then let go. In an instant, the twisted cloth dropped in a loose coil, from right hip, across her front to left hip, to behind her, and Katara wasn’t wearing anything at all, just holding up a long piece of slowly untwisting cloth a handwidth away from her pubic area, with its free end trailing between her feet.
After a dramatic pause, she dropped the cloth and Aang willingly feasted his eyes for the first time on a mature nude woman. Her bare breasts with their prominent nipples centered on dark areolae were a familiar sight but now her equally exposed pubic hair in the middle of her womanly hips made him feel she was truly his. He was surprised how lush her bush was, so lush he couldn’t see her secret flesh. The sparse hair he’d seen between her legs last time had led him to believe that she’d be only a bit fuzzier than the monks’ pictures had been. Instead, her brunette delta filled the whole triangle of her pubis, hiding her love mound. When the monks had shown their pictures of what standing girls looked like “down there” the bare labial cleft had been quite apparent. Not so with Katara’s divide. “Wow,” he said quietly. “There’s so much hair.” With the earlier knowledge that Katara did not shave her armpits he’d assumed she would have that hairy badge of sexual maturity he’d only heard about on her mons. The reality was more than he’d imagined.
Katara smiled and combed her fingers though her pubes, making the thick thatch stand out even more from her flesh. “I’ve been told Water Tribe people have a reputation for lush pubic hair. I’ve been naked with Suki and Toph and I had more on my love mound than Suki did, even though she’s older; Toph’s so young she had nothing at all there yet, last time I saw. Does my bush disturb you?”
With the casual comment about Top’s bare pubis, his heart bumped as she closed the distance between them. She knows! he thought as he answered, “N-no, just surprised, that’s all–” and found his reply blocked by her kiss. She thrust her tongue into his mouth and he was intensely aware that the woman he loved had no clothes on and was embracing him. He could feel the soft warmth of her breasts against his chest and the no less warm pressure of her thigh against his, the tickle of her pubic hair just above the hem of his underpants.
The kiss continued, their tongues playing with each other and he felt her take his right hand by the wrist to place it firmly on her ass. He held the firm, round mound and gave it a squeeze as she finally broke the kiss to look down between them. He looked down as well and she drew back a bit, waited a moment, then began to move back and forth a few inches. He could feel the firm points of her erect nipples drag across his chest; he smiled at her.
“You like seeing me naked?” the waterbender asked.
“Oh, yes, and I like how you feel as well,” and he emphasized his comment by patting her bare bottom.
“Let’s lie down, then.”
Wordlessly, they sank to their knees then laid flat on Katara’s futon, Aang on his back and Katara on her side, snugged up to him at his right side, her head even with his chest. She slid down as she threw her right leg over him and he was again acutely aware of the brush of her pubic hair on his thigh for a moment before she was lying on top of him, her legs outside of his, head even with his navel. Smiling, she raised herself onto her elbows and, dangling breasts quivering a bit, moved upward until her face was directly above his. This put her love mound directly on his penis with only the thin, brown cotton of his shorts between them.
The monks had told their charges that intimate relationships between people was considerably different for the Air Nomads than all of the other nations. Everyone else formed pairs, with a few exceptions man and woman cleaving to each other exclusively, at least in theory. With the Air Nomads on the other hand, the nation was divided into small clans of a dozen to several dozen members and, again with a few exceptions, all of the men in the clan could lie with any of the women and vice versa. A man with sufficient stamina might have three or more partners in an evening, and a woman multiple partners as well.
They had warned the boys in Aang’s class to be coy about mentioning this to “outsiders” lest the whole nation be thought pariahs so Aang, knowing that way of life was extinct, had not said anything about this to Katara, adapting his expectations to match hers. All those declarations of her being his Forever Girl were sincere and right now, he was glad they were. Feeling one naked girlfriend lying on top of him was overwhelming enough. Having a whole troupe of them might have been the death of him. Likewise, thinking of Jet or Zuko lying there next to her sporting an erection was also disquieting.
She bent down to kiss him again and, with the warm pressure of her loins on his, he was scarcely aware of the sensation of her breasts flattening on his chest. The tongue play commenced again and this time his right hand found her bare bottom on its own, his left higher on her back to hold her in a tight squeeze. Not breaking the kiss she began humping against him; he could feel her muscles work deep inside her ass. He would have figured the pressure of her mound below his waist would trigger an erection, but his penis remained stubbornly soft; perhaps he was still nervous.
Tired at last of the kiss, Katara broke off and raised onto her hands and knees. She moved further upward until her swaying breasts were over his face. Her favorite activity, she’d done this many times before when they’d still had their trousers on so, knowing what she wanted, he captured her left nipple as she lowered herself to her elbows. He sucked lustily and felt the firm flesh draw into his mouth
Katara gave quiet “Mmms” of appreciation as he rhythmically stimulated her nipple and his left hand caressed her flank. His right raised up to find her sternum between her breasts, then moved down the muscled dome of her belly, past the indentation of her navel, to reach the top margin of her bush. He thrilled at the first feel of her tightly curled sexual fur and was just working his way deeper into the thicket when she pulled free of his suction with a quiet snick and, as always, without a word offered her right nipple.
The suction resumed and his fingers went on exploring the jungle over her love mound. Aang wasn’t sure exactly where they were, but figured he wasn’t between her legs; there was no sign of her sexual slit. His left hand abandoned her flank to cross her thigh and touch the inside of her opposite thigh. It slid up to her groin and for the first time he felt the soft flesh of her vulva. It was warm and a little damp, and as he moved up towards her perineum he felt her pubic hair thin out to almost nothing until the padded flesh of her outer lips could be felt. Moving inwards his fingers detected the textured looseness of her inner ones. His penis finally began to stir inside his underpants.
The monks had been quite thorough in describing a girl’s sexual anatomy and had the pictures as well. When his finger sank a bit well back in her slit, he knew he’d reached her vestibule. If he was to push in the direction of her lumbar, his finger would penetrate her virgin vagina. The thought he was probing his girlfriend’s pussy hastened his erection. Suddenly shy, he slipped on up between her cheeks, past the indentation of her anus, and grabbed a handful of her ass.
“Your touch feels good,” Katara said appreciatively, caressing his shaved head at her breast. “Now it’s time for you to be bare as well.”
She pulled free from his sucking mouth, raised onto her hands, dragged her left leg over his thighs, then legs together, sat on her haunches by his right side, knees even with his waist. Aang gazed at her. Both nipples on her small breasts looked damp and extended from his nursing and although he could not see between her closed thighs, the fascinating bit of her brunette pubes that rose above them made his heart skip.
Smiling, she put her right hand on the inside of his left thigh, just above the knee. The cerulean stripe of his Airbender Master tattoo was on the front of his thigh that low. Katara slid her hand sideways to touch it, then upward, following the blue as it turned inward to disappear under his small clothes. With her touch so close his penis stiffened more so when she reached his shorts and compressed his flesh a bit so the fingertips passed under the hem as they reached his groin, then moved towards the center, he was fully erect.
Aang’s breath caught as her fingers brushed his balls in their tight sack to hold the fleshy orbs in her palm, thumb and forefinger wrapped around the root of his firm phallus. “You like my touch?” she asked with a smile.
“Yes, oh yes! If you’re not careful, I’ll be ejaculating in my shorts again!”
Katara laughed softly as she drew her hand. “That wouldn’t do, would it? It’s time you shed these, then.”
His cock was tenting the front of the shorts, his erection firm enough that the end was raised from his belly. She pulled out the cord around the waistband, untying the knot, then spread the waist open. Reaching down with her left hand she pressed the stiff flesh of his erection flat as her right hand pulled the waist and down exposing the head. Letting his cock spring back up she pulled his last clothing down with fingers inside on either side, exposing the entire length of his penis. Aang felt the waistband at his back move down a bit but it was trapped under his ass. He pressed his heels into the sleeping pad to raise his butt, the brown cloth snapped past the soft curve of his ass and his exposure was complete: His underpants were bunched up on his thighs a hand-span below his turgid genitals.
For the moment, Katara scarcely paid any attention. Breasts jiggling, she slipped the underwear down his legs and off his feet. She’d rolled onto the small of her back and onto her shoulders as she did so, raising her knees and Aang was enthralled at the momentary glimpse of the complex lips at the juncture of her thighs before his girlfriend was once again sitting on her ankles with as much decorum as could be had as a nude young woman. Sitting upright again, she spread his knees wider to look frankly at his erection; his penis was bounding a bit from his wildly beating heart.
The shaft of his cock was only slightly darker than the rest of his fair skin and the glans a bit darker than that. Clear fluid had collected in the tiny slit at its end and he watched in fascination as it bounced up and down with his heartbeat. Katara put her thumbs on his Master stripes just above his knees then teasingly slid them upwards on both sides between his thighs to where they almost joined at his perineum before parting for their journey up his hidden ass cheeks to merge at his sacrum. “I’ve loved the way your tattoo not quite touches your ballbag,” she commented, “When nobody was around, I’d spend what felt like hours looking at your crotch when you were out. She cupped the double contents of his scrotum. “Your balls are bigger but you still have no pubic hair,” she said softly. His pubis was quite bare.
“Well, I have only a little – it started growing a couple months ago – and what there is, I shave off. It’s an Air Nomad tradition.” At least she didn’t seem disappointed that even erect, his cock was adolescent-sized, perhaps a hand-width in length.
“The girls too?”
“So I was told; I never saw for myself. But both sexes shave their pubic hair and pits and the men their heads. Women Masters shave just to the crown of their heads so you can see the arrow, like those statues of Yangchen you saw…” While his mouth was working, his brain finally managed to tell him what his ears had heard. “Wait a minute; what did you mean ‘looked at my crotch’ and ‘still no hair?’”
“I tended you when you were in a coma after Azula’s attack. Besides feeding you broth, a couple times a day I’d roll you out of your bedclothes to make you pee, then I’d study my boyfriend’s goods. Unlike your head, I saw no hair growing down by your dick as the weeks passed. So Air Nomads shave their pubic hair, huh? I’d never thought of shaving down there but Suki’s told me that a few of the Kyoshi Warriors shave theirs, Ty Lee included. She says Ty’s told her Mai trims hers. I’d prefer to leave my bush alone, thank you very much.”
Aang was suddenly more confident: Katara had already seen him naked even less developed than now, and liked what she saw. He glanced at the bit of the tight brunette curls showing above closed thighs. “That’s fine with me. I find it exotic, in fact.”
“I wondered what happened to your foreskin.”
“My what?”
“Well, my dad and Sokka have this thin skin covering hiding their glans. If they want to pee or make love to someone, it has to be pulled back to expose it.”
“Oh, that. I’d noticed Sokka was different, but boys don’t go around staring at other boys’ dicks. It was removed when I was just a couple days old, another tradition – hey, wait a minute! You’ve watched your father or Sokka making love?”
“Well, Mama and Papa making love but especially when we got old enough to notice, they were under covers. Peeing mostly. When it’s cold and dark outside, we’d use the honey-bucket rather than endure a trip to the outhouse. I saw just glimpses but it’s hard to hide everything when you’re living in a one-room tent, especially the males since it all hangs out in front.” She smiled slyly. “I did see Sokka erect once. Erect and playing with it.”
“What? That’s just weird, brother and sister. What, uh, did you do?”
“More than watch? I masturbated for him, too.”
“Weirder and weirder. A Water Tribe tradition, I suppose.”
“I don’t think so; it was just something that happened. It was about a year after father left; so I’d be thirteen and Sokka was fourteen. I’d started to bloom when I was ten and was fairly well along. My bush wasn’t a lush as it is now and my breasts were smaller but definitely not a little girl’s bitty cones. Sokka’d started maturing after I did but had caught up, so to speak and from the glimpses I’d seen, had a serviceable, if still growing, man’s sex organ, not a boy’s.
“We’d both been masturbating a while and sometimes it was… well, together would be misleading. At the same time. I’d hear these rhythmic sounds from the bed on his side of the tent, know what he was doing, and get horny. Likewise, I’d sometimes start to pleasure myself and hear him join in. We’d pretend we didn’t hear each other. Then one night, Gran Gran was assisting at a birth. It was late so Sokka and I’d gone to bed but a lamp was left burning for when Gran Gran got back.
“I was on my back with one hand in my pussy and the other on my clit. My hips were moving and I was moaning a bit with my eyes closed – I was having a good time. I opened my eyes and instead of lying with his back to me so we could pretend he didn’t hear anything, Sokka was watching me. I instantly stopped, panting, and he got this smile on his face. I smiled back, then on impulse I moved the covers off of me so I was exposed, shifted into a half reclining position facing him, and opened my legs.
“Now, living in a small tent, he’d seen my breasts, and butt, any number of times but this was the first time he’d seen my cooch since we were little kids. Sokka in turn raised onto one elbow and drew back his covers so that, lying on his side, I could see everything he had as well, the first erect penis for me. It was moving a bit with his heartbeat I slowly slid two fingers into my pussy so he got a good idea where a cock was going to go someday, and started working them in and out. I was straddling my clit with my other hand, teasing that as well.
“He fumbled around a bit, spreading a cloth before him and bringing up a small bottle of oil. Uncorking it with one hand, he poured the smallest amount onto his penis, put the bottle down, and spread the oil around. He then rolled on his side facing me with his hand wrapped around his dick. Watching each other’s genitals, we synchronized our pleasure, my fingers sliding in and out of my cunny at the same rate his were sliding up and down the length of his cock.
“I don’t know if he was imagining he was fucking his sister but I was just sort of wishing I knew what a real cock, not just fingers, would feel like inside me. We’d both heard mom and dad making love so we knew how things started out fairly slow then got more insistent as the thrusting went on, so we did the same. His hand was flying up and down the length of his erection and I was jamming two fingers inside me harder and faster.
“I climaxed first. I couldn’t help but thrust my pelvis upward with my eyes closed, groaning while the euphoria washed over me. When I opened them again, Sokka’s orgasm was just starting. He convulsed silently with his hand at the base of his cock, and I could see his semen spurting into the cloth he’d laid out. When it stopped, he rolled onto his back, panting as I had done. His cock was halfway to his navel and it was still oozing fluid.” Katara hesitated, looked as if about to say something more, then smiled. “So I’ve seen a man ejaculate, even if it was my brother.”
“Gee, all I got was pictures when the monks told us about sex. They were pretty detailed pictures, but no where near anything like seeing a girl’s parts in person, sister or no, and never mind about parts being used.”
“Today we’ll let you see and touch everything… after I’m finished with you. I touched your penis a couple times a day when you were out, but it was never erect like now.”
“Touched my penis?”
Katara chuckled. “That’s how I made you pee. I’d roll you onto your side, then tickle you right here.” Putting her fingers on the broad head of his glans, she brushed her thumb over its clefted underside, making him gasp. “After just a few seconds, you’d urinate, mostly into a jar but I’d bend anything that missed.” She squeezed his cock lightly. “It would get a bit longer but not real hard like it is now.”
Her touch on his erection was exquisitely pleasurable and it would have been only a few seconds more until he was not urinating but ejaculating. Hearing him gasp though, she relented, releasing his cock before orgasm. He stared at her then down at his penis, raised off his abdomen, bounding a bit with her heartbeat. “Let’s see how much I can play with you before triggering a climax.”
Putting action to words, Katara cupped his balls in their twin lobed sack. At the touch of her warm fingers thrill went through him from his groin up to his brain, then back down, making his stiff penis twitch. As if attracted by the motion she shifted her hand to grasp the rigid shaft of his erection to give it a light squeeze. The clear droplet at the tiny slit at the end was bigger now, threatening to run down his glans’ upper surface. She swiped a thumb over it, spreading in on the textured flesh. The intimate thrill raced down his cock into his ball sack, making the whole area warm. “Oh-h-h, Katara,” he said quietly.
The crouching girl made no reply, but squeezed his phallus and lifted it vertically. Then she looked into his eyes and impishly smiled as she shifted so her mouth was two finger-widths from his cock. Is she going to– had just entered his brain when she did. Her tongue darted out, swiping the notch on the dorsal side of his glans then up over the tip. Another thrill, bigger this time, went down his length to join the first, making his scrotum feel fuller.
Scarcely had he time to notice that when she licked him again, from the notch around the corona of his cockhead then off. This was the biggest thrill of all, and he wondered how much fuller his balls could feel before erupting. As if to find out, she took the whole head into her mouth and sucked hard. This made him buck upward slightly, pushing deeper into her mouth as he groaned quietly.
Katara stopped sucking but then took his whole length into her mouth, releasing her grip and sliding downward until her lips touched his bare pubis. Pausing but a moment there, she drew back to release his penis. He saw her tongue come out as she descended, then licked his scrotum twice, one ball then the other. Coming back up, she opened her mouth wide to engulf the glans and half of the shaft past it. Closing her mouth to get a good seal, she sucked mightily and caressed the notch with her tongue again. It was the hardest suction yet; he could see her cheeks go slightly concave from the effort.
That had done the trick. He felt an exquisite pleasure as his cock began to throb, then spurt into her mouth. A moaning sigh was all he could emit as his orgasm washed over him. “Glmph,” was Katara’s only sound as she struggled to keep up with the torrent he was ejaculating. She raised a bit, keeping just the glans in her mouth to make room for the spurting fluid.
The throbs weakened, then stopped and a feeling of lassitude washed over him as she released his slowly shrinking penis, lips closed to keep the semen within. Despite her best efforts, some had escaped the corners of her mouth and wetted her lips. With an audible gulp, she swallowed his ejaculate then smiled as her thumb milked the tube of his urethra from base to tip. This caused a large rivulet of thick, transparent fluid with a few flecks of white to be pushed out to slide down the upper surface of his cockhead a moment before she captured it in a quick lick.
Gently releasing his now deflating penis, Katara cupped the lobed scrotum as she shifted to lie on her side, touching her full length against him, raised on one elbow so she could look down on him. “Suki was right; it’s really erotic to have a man cum in your mouth but that was more than I expected,” she commented “There was just the barest flash in your eyes with no levitation at all. I think you just got caught by surprise that first time.”
“That felt so-o-o good. Will your pussy feel the same?”
“I don’t think so. On the one hand my box will be something you push into rather than something that can engulf you like my mouth did so the friction will be greater. On the other hand, it has no tongue and can’t suck like my mouth can either. I’d say ask Sokka how Suki’s mouth compares to her pussy… or her ass.”
“Her what?” Aang felt his cheeks burn.
“A girl has three places a cock can go, her mouth, her pussy, and her ass. Suki told me Sokka fucked her ass for the first time last week; She said it was intense.”
“You’d let me do that to you?”
“I’d like to try it to see how I like it, but we’re getting ahead of ourselves – let’s do plain ol’ fucking first.”
“Now!?” Aang was a little startled at this sudden acceleration.
“No; first blowjob is plenty for one afternoon, but wouldn’t you like a tour of my secret garden and to… kiss me there, maybe?”
“Oh, yes to both! I just hope I can make you feel as good as you made me feel.”
Katara released his balls and, breasts quivering, rose to her knees. “I’d bet you will,” she said as she pulled him to his knees. “In fact, from what I understand, men were short-changed in the orgasm department.” She pulled him against her as she went on, and he instinctively embraced her in return. “A man’s climax is something like this…” She squeezed him in a moderate hug that grew stronger, then ended in a sharp, hard convulsion that made him oof as the air was driven out of his lungs; the whole thing had lasted five seconds. “A woman’s climax, on the other hand, is more like this…” The hug started again but this time there was a tremor to it as the pressure increased, more slowly than before. Aang was finding it difficult to breathe then found it impossible as – oof, oof, oof! – three convulsions, each as sharp as the one a minute ago, engulfed him. Then the trembling pressure was back but slowly lessening until she was still again, simply holding him. In all, the process took some twenty seconds.
“Wow, that’s a big difference; I hope I can learn to cause that much pleasure in you.”
“It’s just a matter of being willing to learn. I need to learn how to handle a penis. Sokka and Suki are still learning about each others’ limits and erogenous zones after six months.”
Aang was suddenly aware that he and his nude girlfriend were holding each other. Her soft breasts were compressed against his chest – a sensation he’d had a number of times in the past many weeks – but also he felt the brush of her pubic hair against his own bare pubis. His heart lurched again as what it meant went through him. Unlike Sokka’s more mature specimen, his penis didn’t hang down from his loins, pointed towards the floor but presented its naked glans more or less horizontally, scarcely more than three finger-widths out. The feathery touch of Katara’s hair on his glans proved it was pressed between them, against the labia between her legs. His phallus twitched in response to the erotic picture in his mind as if it was seeking to burrow into her moist slit that was its natural home.
“Oh, ho, I felt that,” Katara declared as she drew back a bit. “Let’s get the tour started before we have an accident.”
She moved to the other end of the sleeping pad, bunched some pillows to prop up her torso, and laid on her back, knees raised, legs apart. Aang crawled towards her, eyes fixed on their juncture, mesmerized by his first close view of a woman’s vulva. “The pictures looked so different – besides the hair, I mean,” he said as he knelt before her.
Katara chucked as she drew her knees up and even wider. “That’s because a picture is the general, reality is the specific. Imagine a picture of ‘a woman’s face’ then compare that with seeing my face, or Suki’s, or Toph’s, in person. Our pussies are as unique as our faces and one picture would not serve them all.”
Aang wondered momentarily how she knew the other girls’ pussies looked different than hers, then lost that thought as he continued to stare at the one in front of him. She’d been caressing the insides of her thighs as she spoke, then moved her hands purposely to her love mound. “Here’s my pubes on my mons and you can see how the hair continues down between my legs on either side. These smooth, bulgy things on either side are my outer labia.”
“The pictures showed them extending up into the love mound, making a split there.”
Katara parted her hair as she spoke. “Mine do, too; you just can’t see it under the pelt. Suki’s divide you can see quite plainly under her hair. Now, when I just lie here, the outer lips are fairly touching, hiding my vestibule from view. My inner lips are longer than my outer, though. When I don the fundoshi, I tuck them up inside so they’re not rubbing anything but when I’m naked for a while I can pull them out, like this.”
She used a thumb and forefinger on her center to pull out some loose-looking, ruffled flesh. She lowered her legs and laid with them parallel, as if standing. The dark edges of her inner labia were visible at least two finger-widths below the hair between her thighs.
“You can see how you get to look at my secret secret flesh when I’m relaxed, like after a bath or something but they’re still just the gateway to the garden.” She gave another tug and they stretched out twice as far before slowly retreating. Even after retreating a bit, the ruffled lips were still like a dark cockscomb peeking out.
“Wow! So if you’re not wearing trousers with a fundoshi, your girly bits are dangling in the breeze?”
“No worse than your penis or the boy-balls dangling if you’re not wearing your underpants under a robe or something.”
“I wear underpants even under a robe.”
“Look, I’m feeling kind of awkward here, showing you my everything. Do you want to continue the tour or discuss the merits of underwear?”
“Sorry. I’m just nervous looking at my first girl, if you know what I mean. This is a lot more… realistic than those black and white drawings were.”
“Well, I should hope so.” Katara glanced at his cock; it had erected unnoticed while they’d been talking. “Your penis looks more interested than nervous.”
“Oh, yeah, heh, heh.” Aang looked at his resurrected cock in wonder.
“To continue then.” She raised and spread her legs again, folding them at the knee. She reached down under her thighs and with a few deft finger strokes, parted her inner labia and sent then to their respective sides. This exposed the interior part of Katara’s vulva and Aang unconsciously leaned forward to study the pink landscape.
“Up here is the part I’m most interested in, my clitoris. It’s covered with a fleshy hood, somewhat like the one missing from your penis, and when you push it back, you can see the head.”
“Wow! It’s a lot bigger than the pictures.” The thumb-sized pink nodule had emerged from its covering, was at least twice the size the illustrations had been, and stood out an astonishing distance from the surrounding flesh. It looked rather like the glans of a miniature penis, to the point of having a small cleft on its dorsal side and a distinct corona on its ventral. All it lacked was the small slit of a urethral meatus.
“Suki says it’s biggest she’s seen and she’s seen quite a number of them. The important thing, though, isn’t the size but the sensitivity. It feels just like the head of your penis does when it’s stimulated but is exquisitely more sensitive, so please go gently until I tell you to go to town on it, or I’ll box your ears.”
“Yes’m.”
Pulling her inner lips open to expose her vestibule again, Katara went on, “Next stop is this little dimple. That’s the opening to my urethra where I pee in a nice, dare I say, manly stream, not a little thin spritz like you guys have.” It did indeed, look larger than the tiny slit at the tip of his penis.
“My bladder empties just fine,” sniffed Aang. Stretched, it was amazing how long her inner labia were and how they suddenly went from very dark at the edges to very pink in her center.
“Well, it’s moot anyway unless we have an accident. If you want to play ‘water sports’ I’d suggest another girlfriend. I’m not really into pissing on anyone.”
“Not even Azula?” the airbender asked slyly.
Katara laughed. “If I’d tried that before, she’d likely flung one of those lightning bolts right up my cooter. And now? What would be the point? But don’t tempt me.”
Spreading herself open the widest yet, Katara made the incredibly wet-looking, coral-hued passage into her body gape open, making an irregularly round, dark hole surrounded by pink flesh. “Here is the part you’re most interested in, my vagina; it’s where your penis goes in and your semen comes out. Notice how if I relax my grip, it closes up again. It’ll grasp any sized cock that’s thrust into it assuring maximum pleasure for both you and me.” She’d indeed relaxed her grip as she spoke and the magic passage closed up to a vertical slit again.
“Are you saying my cock is small?” Aang looked down at his genitals. As always, he noticed, even erect his cock was less than impressive. Not erect it was a quivering nub scarcely half as long as his hand was wide. He’d seen Sokka’s more mature example almost daily in their room together and the airbender was a bit jealous of his companion’s swinging phallus. He wondered how big it was when Sokka was erect.
Glancing at his hand-width erection, Katara smiled. “I’m saying your twelve-year old cock isn’t finished growing. You’re as big as Sokka was then and he’s grown quite a bit since since. Suki says he’s quite big enough for her. Look – are you happy with the size of my breasts?”
Caught off guard by the sudden change of subject, Aang stammered, “Um, uh, Wh–what?”
Releasing her quim, Katara had moved both hands up to her breasts and was bouncing them provocatively. “My bitty boobs; do you like them?”
“I guess so.”

“Suki’s are bigger.”
“I hadn’t noticed, and anyway, they kind of belong to Sokka, now.”
“Ty Lee, then. Hers are way bigger and if you tell me you hadn’t noticed, you’re lying. She’d be happy to jump your bones at the slightest sign of interest on your part, or even catch you off guard.”
“She does have that reputation.”
Katara barked a laugh. “Mai told me when she was collected at that Fire Nation circus by Azula, she’d already been plowed by every single human male at the circus, and no small number of the females. Furthermore she was giving serious consideration to the dogs and was wondering if some of the larger animals would fit when Azula came by. She’s working her way through the village now.
“Anyway, if she was lying here instead of me, she’d be out to here–” indicating three times as high as her real breasts, “–to say nothing of how they’d swing if I knelt while you mounted her from behind. So, would you like it better if I had a pair of Ty Lee’s hooters?”
“No-o-o,” said Aang, truly puzzled. “I like you fine the way you are; I’m in love with the woman, not a pair of tits.”
“Exactly,” Katara said softly, and reached down to grasp Aang’s erection. “I’m in love with the man, not the cock.” She passed a thumb over the surface of his glans, causing a thrill to run up his spine. “So, that’s the end of the tour of my secret garden, Aang. Would you like to play in it?”
“You know I would.” The airbender leaned closer, fixated on his girlfriend’s pussy. All four fingers of his right hand ran though her pubic thatch until they reached its upper margin. “It feels silkier than it looks,” he commented. Pressing his fingers down upon her love mound, he moved them back down to her center until he discovered the hidden divide. “There it is. It was much plainer in the pictures.”
“If it was bare, it’d be more visible. But you’d have to go back to when I was a little girl for that; I’m not shaving.”
Aang’s fingers traced down Katara’s cleft, He could feel the firm clitoral shaft inside its fleshy hood, then when he’d gotten to the naked flesh of her vulva, the round head of the glans. Pinching the hood between thumb and forefinger, he pushed up, exposing her glans, then back down, hiding it again. “How’s this?”
“Perfect. Keep it up.”
He jacked the loose flesh back and forth over her lovebutton for several minutes. Katara began to breath deeply and she rolled her hips back and forth a bit, instinctively spreading her legs wider. Translucent fluid oozed out of the closed mouth of her vagina to slide down her perineum and onto the bed’s surface. Fascinated, he abandoned Katara’s clitoris to grasp her inner lips between her thighs and pulled them apart, making the moist slit gape into the round opening again, about the size of his thumb. He could see two finger joints deep into her body and wondered what her hymen looked like.
“I’d thought your maidenhead would be more obvious.”
“I think mine’s been pretty well shredded. I started masturbating when I was ten and I had my fingers in my hole the first week. Since I started waterbending… well those tentacles fit just fine and I can make them bigger than any human dick. If you’re wanting to anoint you cock with the blood of a sundered maidenhead our first time, you’re out of luck.”
“Nope, I’m good,” Aang said, secretly relieved. Sokka had told him in explicit detail what happened the first time he and Suki had made love. Her hymen had been quite resistant and its breaking had caused her a great deal of pain and left them both stained with blood.
“Then put your finger in me!”
Obediently, he found her slit with his middle finger then slid half of it inside her, Scarcely before he could marvel at feeling the moist, clasping heat of her innermost sex came the command, “More!” In went the rest of his finger until her moistness anointed its full length and his other fingers were laid along her pink flesh. “Now, hook your finger behind my pubic bone.”
Aang did so and felt an oddly spongy area at the roof of her vagina. “O-o-o-o, yes-s-s. Press into that.” He complied, eliciting a groan. He began stroking her cunny, pushing his finger in its full length, then hooking it to stimulate the hidden pubic spot on the way out. She was instinctively bucking her pelvis up in counterpoint to the slow thrusts.
“Add another finger, please.” The airbender drew back a bit, added his index finger and pushed both in; he could feel her tunnel stretch under the double digits’ assault. “Fuck me with your fingers!” came another command.
In simulation of the copulation to come he picked up the pace, his two fingers sliding quickly into his girlfriend’s passage, and pressing into that odd spot on the way out along with abusing her clitoris with his thumb. It was pushed this way and that with each thrust and he could hear the quiet glick of her vagina’s separation by his invading digits. Is that what it will sound like when I fuck her? he thought excitedly. His erection throbbed between his thighs. As if in sympathy of the wetness generated by Katara’s genitals, clear fluid trickled from its small eye and down his turgid shaft.
Katara was completely lost in her erotic passion. “Oh, Aang! So good!” She was fairly thrashing around on the bed, legs instinctively raised so her knees were on either side of her bounding boobs. She had both arms on the bed’s surface, gaining leverage to raise her pelvis up to meet his thrusts. This was far more energetic than the countless times he’d sucked her nipples. Doggedly, Aang kept up the double digit stimulation, driving her to a climax. It soon came.
A guttural cry escaped the waterbender and her hands convulsively clutched the bed. Aang could feel her cunny squeeze his fingers several times and fluid spurted over his palm with each squeeze, then she relaxed. She lowered her legs until they were flat upon the bed, still spread wide, and bucked upward, pressing her pubis against his hand. Aang withdrew his fingers from her drooling slit as she raised her head and smiled tiredly, still breathing heavily. He looked in wonder at the fluids running from his palm over his wrist.
“That was the first climax I’ve had with a boy in my box, Aang. You did pretty good.”
Still mesmerized by his wet hand he looked at his favorite girl. “First with a boy?”
Katara sighed. “I’ve hinted before and told you flat out this afternoon I’ve been nude with Suki who said my clit is the biggest she’s seen. How do you think the subject came up? If I have to spell it out, Suki and I have made love. So have Toph and I, and Suki and Toph in various combinations, even and odd. Both of them have had their tongues and fingers inside my cunny, and I’ve had mine in theirs. We’ve played with each other’s titties and pressed our pussies together too, and I’ve penetrated them with water tentacles as well.”
“When did you do all this lovemaking?”
“The first time was in a Ba Sing Se bath when you guys were down south getting Sokka’s new sword. We all had a Kyoshi-style bath together and were talking about boys and sex until one thing led to another. Suki says the Warriors will often pleasure each other and she led the way, ‘though we were quite willing. There were a couple more times in the house before we left and even some more on the trip down when you boys weren’t around. I’d say a dozen, dozen and a half times all together.”
“Wow.” Aang’s imagination spun with the thought of three nude female bodies writhing around, pleasuring each other. Then his mind froze all together at her next comment.
“She’s invited me to join the Warriors when they pleasure themselves.”
His imagination now conjured up the thought of a dozen fit young woman in an erotic heap, too much to bear, so he said the first thing his mind could come up with. “What was the deal with the upper part of your vagina?”
“Suki says some girls are sensitive there. Not all of them but I sure am, and it feels really good. That’s why you got the cascade.”
“Will it work when we… fuck?” Aang felt his cheeks heat a bit, saying the forbidden word aloud for the first time.
“With some positions, Suki says. I can do it when I’m on top since I know right where it is but it also works if you mount me from behind or… in the ass.” The last was very quiet.
Aang had a sudden vision of Katara kneeling before him as he pushed his cock into her anus. He thought his head would explode.
Seeing his reaction, Katara smiled. “That’s for later. Right now though, it’s just you and me, male and female.” She pointed with a finger. “I would like it very much if you were to use your tongue on me.”
“In your vagina or on your clitoris?”

“No reason you can’t do both, is there?” She raised her knees up to her breasts and spread them wide in blatant invitation.
Aang bent closer and used his two forefingers to spread her inner lips, exposing the closed slit of her vagina again. With her earlier spurting orgasm the area from her clitoris to her anus and well onto her thighs was already wet, the pubic hair matted with moisture, and another transparent drop welled out and began to slide down her pink flesh towards the floor. She’s really excited, thought the airbender as moved in to capture it with the tip of his tongue. The salty, musky taste of woman spread over his tongue as he swiped it up her inner pussy, then suddenly found her vestibule. Katara moaned quietly when he pushed into her passage. Her taste was stronger at its source and he pulled his tongue back only to immediately push it in again, eliciting another moan. Encouraged, he swirled his tongue in circles, stretching her hole wide and pressing his face tightly against her to delve as deeply as he could.
She grabbed the back of his head to pull him tighter. He continued to thrust his tongue into her slick passage, in and out. A small part of his mind pictured himself kneeling between her thighs, thrusting his cock into her belly instead of his tongue, their two pubic mounds, hers hairy, his shaved, pressing together as he slid home. That would help stimulate a woman’s clitoris, he’d been told by the monks, which they definitely would like. He tilted his head back so his nose was higher and blindly moved around the vicinity of that sensitive organ. A small quiver of her thighs told him he’d found it and he began swiping back and forth. He wasn’t sure if he was brushing her glans directly or perhaps dragging the hood over it. A low moan accompanied by another quiver told him it might not matter.
For more than two minutes he kept up the double stimulation, vaginal and clitoral. The quivering of her thighs escalated to a trembling and her caresses on the back of her head became more insistent. Suddenly he drew back, yanking his tongue out of her quim, then lunged forward, lips pursed. He had definitely located her clitoris this time. His lips pushed back the hood and her glans, smaller than his but big for a girl’s, passed between them into his mouth. “A-a-a-ng… ” she half moaned, half sighed as he sucked mightily on the tumescent point, drawing it deeper into his mouth, then “Un-n-n-gh!” as he swirled his tongue around the glans as she’d done to his.
Pulling back, the airbender resumed stroking her clitoral hood with his fingers as he’d started with a few minutes before and gazed down on her vulva as she climaxed. Her pelvic floor clenched and, while there was no spurting as there had been the first time, translucent fluid pulsed out of her pussy as it closed on nothing. The fluid ran down over the star of her anus, also clenching, to spill onto the futon’s surface. The visible pulsations kept up far longer than his own sharp climax had. “I see what you mean about girls’ orgasms,” he commented.
Sometime during the process, Katara had unbent her knees so her lower legs were vertically in the air, feet even with her shoulders. Panting, the waterbender slowly relaxed, lowering her legs to the futon’s surface, heels still apart so her lover still had a pretty good view of her private parts. “You’ve had two moments of ecstasy, I’ve had hundreds,” she said quietly. “Like anything worth doing, it takes practice.”
He laid on his side, next to her and they kissed. caressing each others’ shoulders. Enjoying the feel of her tongue with his, he upped the stakes by cupping a breast and teasing the nipple to erect. Katara reciprocated by reaching down to grasp his rigid penis. “You’ve been erect a while. Let’s give you some more relief,” she murmured after breaking the kiss.
“Okay.”
Raising onto one elbow she said, “Let me try something,” and did a waterbending gesture with one hand. There was a pair of small buckets he hadn’t noticed in the corner and from one arose a quivering sphere of water about the volume of a coconut. “Kneel between my legs,” she commanded as the sphere traversed the room towards them.
She laid back with her legs apart, feet on the futon as he obediently shifted between them to sit on his haunches. “You planned this afternoon out, didn’t you.” She didn’t ordinarily keep water buckets in her room, preferring to practice her waterbending skills outside, instead.
“Yup,” was her only reply as the sphere came to a halt just over her pussy. “Fuck the water.”
The monks’ sexual illustrations had included how she was lying as one of the classic positions to use for intercourse, so Aang had a good idea what to do despite his inexperience. He slid closer to his girlfriend until the insides of his thighs touched the back of hers. Rising slightly, he grasped his cock and pushed it downward to aim it at the transparent globe that was now in contact with her genitals. Bucking his hips forward made it penetrate the water. It was blood warm and squeezed him tightly. “Is this how your pussy will feel?” he gasped. The pleasure from that first thrust was almost overwhelming.
“Warm and squeezing, yes, but more friction – at least that’s how Suki describes the difference between Sokka’s cock and my tentacle in her pussy.”
“You mean it gets better?” Aang looked down to the image of his penis wavering inside the enclosing water, scarcely a finger length above Katara’s also wavering vestibule.
“I imagine so. Less talk, more thrust.”
He drew back and half his cock emerged from the sphere only to slide back in on the next thrust, partially flattening the water between them. Out then back in again, then again, at a quickening pace. He shifted his gaze upward to take in his favorite girl’s torso and smiling face instead of their not quite touching genitals; it made it easier to imagine he was penetrating Katara’s cunt instead of bended water.
Squeezed between them, the sphere was pressed into her vulva with each thrust, making her body move upward. The movement made her flattened breasts bound upward, the turgid nipples moving in all directions. Aang clasped a breast in his right hand, rolling the nipple between two fingers. Katara groaned and locked her ankles behind his back. If this isn’t fucking, it’s the next best thing! the airbender thought excitedly.
He continued his pseudo-copulation for a couple more minutes as the pleasure at the base of his spine grew stronger, then it burst. With a final bump, he could feel his cock throbbing inside the quivering water bubble. “Oh! Aang!” Katara exclaimed and the bubble vanished, the water drenching the entire area from past Katara’s breasts to the futon between her thighs. Without the bubble’s resistance, he couldn’t help but collapse on her. His cock lurched forward, struck her vestibule just above the vagina, and slid upward. He had a momentary thrill as the firm head of her clitoris passed under the sensitive notch on the underside of his glans, then his still ejaculating penis came to rest on her sopping bush.
“Golly, Katara, that was close. I almost speared you,” he said as the last of the flecked semen oozed out of his cock’s tip to merge with the water slowly finding its way over her groin to join the enormous wet spot on the futon. He was acutely aware his genitals and hers were in close contact; his soaked scrotum was pressing into her clit.
“That bubble was nudging my clitoris,” she said as she eased her legs off of his back and onto the mat. “I thought I could take it but the thought flashed through my mind about how close we were to actual fucking and, well, I climaxed. Can’t bend in the middle of an orgasm.”
Aang sat upright on his haunches. He bended the water between them, extracting it from the futon and raising it carefully from his lover’s crotch and pubis, even reaching his force inside her passage, until it formed its sphere again, ever so slightly translucent. “It’s contaminated with my semen,” he commented. “I hope none of it got into your vagina; it’d be real embarrassing being a pregnant virgin.”
Katara laughed quietly. “I doubt anyone who knew us would believe it — the virgin part I mean. They’d just make the usual assumptions.”
He sent the water bubble back into the bucket it had come from then heard his lover say, “Get the water from that other bucket; I’d like you to do something to me with it.”
Aang turned his attention to the bucket and did the simple act of raising the quivering sphere into the air. From the corner of his eye he could see Katara moving and when he turned his attention back to her, his mind froze.
She was on her hands and knees, legs spread as wide as her shoulders, ass towards him. The sight instantly took him back to the other day when she’d demonstrated the inadequacies of her fundoshi’s hiding power, hands on knees, the undergarment pulled tight against her center. Now being nude, her pose on all fours was even more suitable for copulation – as he knew from the monks’ illustrations. He couldn’t take his eyes off her naked pussy as she slowly sank to her elbows, bringing her engorged clitoris into view.
“I’d like you to use that water on my erogenous zones.”
“Which ones?”
“All of ‘em. Push tentacles into my pussy and ass and tendrils to squeeze my clit and nipples. I’ve done that for Toph and Suki, and they loved it. Can’t do the same for me, though – not to climax.”
Aang heated the water and maneuvered it closer to Katara’s waiting pussy. Using the most delicate bending he’d accomplished so far, he extended two tendrils forward and used them to pull aside her inner labia to expose her virgin slit. He wished he was using his fingers so he could feel her soft flesh directly but needed both hands for the bending. Enlarging another tendril to the size of his erect cock he pushed it into her vagina.
The closed mouth into her belly was opened by the intruding tentacle, same as with his fingers, but being transparent, the pseudo-cock afforded a view of Katara’s passage. Fascinated, Aang pushed in deeper and widened the water until his girlfriend’s cunt was spread open wider than he thought possible, bigger than his wrist. The sphere of water still outside caught the lamplight and like a lens, directed it into her, lighting her interior softly. “Wow. I can see everything,” he said softly, looking at the stretched inner walls of her vagina. Was that her cervix wavering at the end of the pink passage?
“I can feel everything, Aang. It’s really deep inside me. Make it bigger; I want to feel really stretched, like I did to the girls.”
Aang started the intruding tentacle pulsing, expanding and contracting slightly at one-second intervals, leaving it ever so slightly larger with each pulse. Mindful of her request, he bended a second tendril around her clit, pushing the hood back and squeezing it in time with the one in her cunny. Katara moaned quietly as he sent two more tendrils creeping up her underside to encircle her nipples, hanging straight down from her breasts, and began squeezing them as well.
He kept up the squeezing and pulsing for a minute then asked quietly, “Are you sure about your other hole?”
“Yes,” the waterbender replied shakily. “I want everything.”
Without a word, Aang made a last tentacle creep up her perineum to the puckered bud of her anus, pause a moment, then press in. As it worked its way inward he widened it, spreading her sphincter open until it was more than two finger-widths wide. He worked the water on all five of her points, two holes, two nipples, and one clitoris, thrusting, pulsing and squeezing. Katara began to buck back against the penetrating water cocks, making her breasts sway.
He continued stimulating his girlfriend, picking up the pace of the squeezing and increasing the pressure on the intruding tentacles. She was lost in erotic ecstasy, ass quivering a bit as she sought to drive her penetration even deeper, dark nippled breasts swinging in tiny arcs from her motions.
Then her orgasm triggered. She buried her face into the pillow in front and emitted a muffled shriek at the top of her lungs. Aang could sense the pressure on both tentacles increase as her passages’ involuntary contractions squeezed them. The monks had told him whenever a woman was climaxing to keep on doing whatever he was doing so he continued to thrust into her holes and squeeze her nipples and clit as Katara twitched and spasmed in mindless sexual release.
Totally spent, the waterbender relaxed. Turning her head on its pillow, she slid her knees back, lowering her hips until she was flat on her bed. Aang withdrew the water as she did so, sending the quivering sphere back into its bucket. Turning his attention back to his girlfriend, he gazed at her a long moment.
Lying on her front with her legs apart she was casually revealing the secret flesh at her center. Her vagina had already closed again, the dark inner lips a barely seen, deformed slit. Above the twin mounds of her ass her anus was still recovering, the nether orifice shrinking even as he watched. Seeing where his gaze was, Katara smiled. “That was intense.”
Aang laid down beside her on his side. He pressed close and kissed her, a simple, affectionate buss. With the concentration bending took, despite the eroticism they’d just done, his penis has no trace of an erection; he felt it pressed flat against her hip.
“I hope you liked it.”
He caressed her bottom, passing a hand over the soft sphere from where it joined her thigh up to the small of her back. She raised an elbow moving her hand between them until it reached their hips, then burrowed it inward. He rolled back a bit and she reached her obvious target, his genitals. She held his scrotum in the palm of her hand and pressed her wrist into the soft nub of his penis. With a thrill, he felt it respond a bit
“You know I did. Do you want to play some more?”
“Oh, yeah, but bending your girly bits sure takes some concentration. I don’t think I can bend and respond to your attention at the same time.”
“Guess we’ll have to make out like non-benders do, then. We don’t need another close call though. Let’s make sure my cooter and your tallywhacker aren’t in close proximity when we climax.” She rolled over so she was face-up. “Here, climb over me; let’s find out that 69ing is like.”
Aang rose to his hands and knees beside her prone form then reversed to straddle her shoulders before bending down between her spread legs. He looked between them a moment as she reached up to take his penis. It had deflated to a small stub again and she began playing with it to make it erect. He returned his attention to her vulva and caressed the innermost flesh of her vestibule.
“Both my holes are feeling a bit abused right now,” Katara commented. “Don’t go sticking your fingers into them, please. Your tongue and my clit, on the other hand…” She fell silent as he used his lips to push back the hood on her outsized clitoris and sucked the engorged head into his mouth
She returned the favor. After caressing his penis to semi-erection, the waterbender bent it downward a bit and raised her head to circle her tongue around the rim of his swelling glans. Both hands reached to the small of his back and pressed downward. Taking the hint, he slid his knees forward, flexing his hips and lowering his sex organ into her willing mouth.
As he penetrated her, she began to suck which, naturally, made his cock lengthen and slide deeper into her mouth. When it was fully hard, her lips touched the bare pubis at its root at the same time he could feel the back of her throat at its tip. Amazed that she could take his full length in, he began slowly flexing his hips, fucking Katara’s mouth. She showed her willing approval by tonguing his sensitive glans when he drew back, then sucking mightily when he pushed in.
He was not idle during this pleasurable process but eagerly working his lover’s clitoris over with his tongue. Even after the water lavage the musky odor of her secretions was returning and he found it intoxicating. Every few trips around her love nubbin he’d head south and skim her tight vagina, getting a full-flavored dose of her nectar. He longed to tongue-fuck her again but was mindful of her request to not penetrate.
Meanwhile at his other end, he felt hands holding and caressing his ballsack, adding to the pleasure her mouth was eliciting. They hefted the twin orbs within a few times then encircled his reciprocating shaft before sliding downwards to her waiting mouth. One finger accompanied his penis on its inward journey, lingered there only a moment, then withdrew. It journeyed up his stiff phallus, past his scrotum, still being held by her other hand, then the length of his perineum to find the puckered entrance of his asshole.
The airbender was surprised at the pleasurable feeling her finger triggered as it circled the sensitive orifice but when it plunged inside he found it almost as pleasurable as a full blown orgasm. Breaking off his tending her clitoris he groaned, “Oh, darling…”
The hand cradling his scrotum shifted to his pubis and pushed upward, an obvious request to pull out of her mouth. He obliged and as soon as his cock was free, she shifted hand to grasp its rigid length and stroke it in a firm grip. Her other hand continued to drill his anus, causing a second distinctly pleasurable sensation. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” she commented then raised her legs to roll her pelvis toward him. “When we’re up for waterbending again, I’ll push one up your ass.”
Returning to her pulsing clit, Aang included his girlfriend’s anus in his finger-teasing, caressing but not penetrating her nether passage as well as the one in front as she took his tip into her mouth. The two lovers stimulated each other’s glans and back holes for several minutes. Aang could feel he was close to orgasm and Katara’s trembling thighs showed she was on the verge as well. The airbender stopped sucking her clitoris and drew back, continuing to caress it with a finger. He had timed it perfectly: He gazed down at her vulva to watch it clench as a climax washed over her.
Taking his penis out of her mouth she exclaimed, “Oh, yes, Aang!” while stroking the rigid shaft. She instinctively bucked her pelvis upwards and fluid expelled from her convulsing vagina ran over her perineum to drip on the bed’s surface. Hearing and seeing her climax plus the continuing stimulation of his cock triggered his climax in sympathy. His cock throbbed in her grasp and ejaculated between her breasts, the flecked semen puddling in the shallow valley between her soft mounds. With this third orgasm it wasn’t much; his balls were pretty well drained.
Katara took his slowly deflating penis back in her mouth and stroked the length of the urethra on its underside as she sucked on the glans, milking the last of his cum into her mouth. When she was done, she licked the frenulum and, taking that as a hint, Aang raised his hips, then moved to her side, reversed, and sat on his haunches to smile down at his lover. “I guess we’re done.”
She raised her head to look at the small puddle between her breasts. She dipped her thumb and forefinger into it, anointed her left nipple then her right before glancing between his parted thighs where his penis had reverted back to the nub stage. Between satiation and the coolness of evaporating saliva and sex fluids it was even shorter than usual, the naked glans pointed upward on less than a finger joint length of short, wrinkled shaft. She reached out to hold his equally naked scrotum in her hand. “I guess we are, for a while, at least. Anyway, we should get dressed for supper.”
The airbender gestured to bend the semen he’d just deposited plus her vaginal leakage into one quivering globule. “The monks told me that sex was a wet activity and I sure believe it, now,” he commented. “This is the first time our fluids have mixed,” he added as he sent the accumulation into the cloth on the floor beside him.
“Far from the last,” chuckled the waterbender, “Far from the last.”
Releasing his balls, she stood and padded to where their clothes were in two heaps on the floor while Aang admired the subtle quiver of her bare ass. Up between her legs he could see her inner lips were quite outside her outer and when she casually bent over to pick up an under cloth, her just-used vulva fairly shouted “sex organ,” the glistening, ruffled inner labia looking like a pink orchid opening in the cleft of her outer lips. He felt a thrill go down his spine but there was no response from his limp penis.
Straightening then turning around with the cloth in her hand, Katara smiled at her boyfriend. “You’re ogling me.”
This was true. Treated to a quick succession of pussy, ass, boobs, and bush, Aang’s mind had fairly seized up. “Your girly bits are dangling,” he blurted out. Unlike when she’d stood before him nude at the start, deep between her legs, her dark labia were in view below the beard of her pubic hair.
The waterbender laughed. “That’s because we were playing with them. When I assemble my underwear, I tuck them inside.” Measuring a span of the three arm-length cloth strip, she folded it and clenched the doubled cloth in her teeth, then reached between her legs with both hands. “‘ike ‘ith, thee?”
She used her fingers to push her inner labia up and out of sight then held the bulge of her outer lips closed with her right while her left pressed the long end of the cloth against her mound before slipping down between her thighs. With a deftness acquired from years of practice, her right hand moved around and behind her to take the cloth and pull it tight against her pubis. Twisting it, she pulled it up behind her, then around to her right hip. Her left had abandoned the hold on her love mound to reach across and take over the twisting duties as it pulled the rolled strip across her front. The single layer of cloth was opaque enough to hide her pubic hair, but was pulled tight enough he could make out the cleft in her labia.
Turning around, Katara showed him her backside. Her right cheek was bisected by the rolled fundoshi extending diagonally from between her thighs up to her right hip. Somehow that bit of white cotton, the diameter of his thumb, was more thrilling than a totally bare ass. Still twisting the fundoshi, Katara’s left hand appeared at her hip, pulling the loose end to the center. Her right hand reached behind her to pull the diagonal roll up and toward the center of her fundament, making it disappear between her twin cheeks to hold it while her left tucked the end underneath and pulled it back to the left. She began twisting the end in a spiral around the waist roll, headed back to her left hip.
Ass and breasts subtly jiggling, the waterbender turned back to face him, grinning through her teeth still clenching the other end of the cloth. Her left hand appeared at her hip, tucking in the last of the wrapped portion, then under the piece hanging from her mouth she used both hands to stretch the triangle over her pubic region, hiding the corners of her hair that had not quite been covered.
She released the bit in her mouth and her smile grew broader. “I can tell you like what you see; your penis is twitching once in a while,” she said as she spread her knees and reached behind her to pull the free end tight against her pubis.
This was certainly true. The pictures the monks had shown Aang at the Southern Air Temple had been for instruction, not prurience. Although quite explicit, all of the figures in the drawings, male and female, had been nude. He had never considered how exciting seeing secret flesh not… quite… exposed could be. The now two layers below her waist muffled the details of what they were hiding; although her labial bulge was still evident, no trace of the cleft in the middle could be discerned. But somehow, the white triangle pointing down to her hidden pussy made his heart beat faster and his limp dick tingle. He wondered what underwear had been under Air Nomad girls’ and women’s clothing, a question that had never occurred to him before.
“Do you object?” he said with a grin.
“Not at all.” Was the reply. By now her right hand was at her hip, finishing the spiral wrap of the last little bit. She spread her hands at her sides, palms facing him. “Ta da!”
Aang looked at his girlfriend appreciatively, eyeing her face, bare breasts, abdomen, and finally the obscuring fundoshi. “I wish you’d go swimming like that,” he said quietly.
Katara laughed, and slowly turned displaying her breasts’ profile, then her not-quite-bare bottom. “It would have to be really warm, really private, and I’d have to be with just you or really close friends to see me like this.”
“Like Sokka and Suki?” he asked, having a sudden hankering to see what Katara’s sister-in-law to-be would look like in just a fundoshi, or even less.
“Yes, and Toph, too, all of us like this, especially you.”
She bent over, treating him again to a momentary view of dandling boob and covered pussy while she picked up the sarashi cloth. Turning back to him, she started the familiar ritual of binding her breasts. “Right now we really need to get dressed for dinner, though.”
Aang waited until the second pass covered her nipples, then stood up to walk over to his own piled clothing. Back to her, he bent to retrieve his underpants, eliciting a chuckle from the waterbender.
“I could see your balls hanging,” she explained as her pulled his underwear up and turned to face her looking puzzled.
“Did you like it?” He said with a smile as he tied the waist string and tucked the end in.
“Oh, yeah. I like looking at my boyfriend’s manly bits.”
“Well, I like looking at my girlfriend’s lady bits. Let’s get into the habit of bending over for each other whenever we’re naked.”
“Deal,” Katara laughed and stepped closer to embrace him. “Let’s seal it with a kiss.”
The two hugged in their underclothes and bussed deeply. Aang put his hands on her bottom and pulled her close. Since his own ass was covered by the pants, Katara slipped her hands inside to fondle him directly. When they finally broke for air, she stepped back a pace. “Dinner.”
They picked up, pulled on, and tied their outer clothing in silence, then paused for another, fully clothed, embrace and kiss. When he put a hand on her ass, she broke and wagged a finger in his face.
“Ah, ah; above the waist. Otherwise we’re just gonna wind up naked again.”
“You make that sound like a bad thing.” But he complied by shifting to the top of her hips.
“Well no, not at first, but…” She stepped back and pantomimed reading from a proclamation. “Couple found dead in local inn. Authorities unable to determine whether they starved or fucked to death.”
Aang laughed and, hand in hand, they left for the common room and an excellent dinner.
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