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Avatar Tales - Tale 6 - The Voyeurs	By : Seaman Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 328 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Voyeurs
- 1
The Voyeurs
Naked Kyoshi Warriors? Who can resist a peek?
FF, MF, voy, Minor 1, Minor 2, M-solo, water tentacles, role play bestiality
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“. . .and six . . .and seven . . .a-n-n-d finally, eight!”
Suki’s voice carried well in the classroom filled with a dozen Kyoshi Warriors plus Sokka. She was finishing up today’s Tessenjutsu kata, the Warriors with their fans, Sokka with his boomerang. He was glad to be training with the girls to further his boomerang prowess and even more glad his fiancée had relented in making him wear the green kimono and Avatar Kyoshi-inspired white face makeup. Instead, to show his solidarity with the Warriors, he wore his Wolf Warrior war paint; it had the same intimidating effect as the girls’ makeup did.
The group held the last position a few seconds until Suki clapped her hands sharply, then they stood upright and bowed toward their sifu who returned it. A second clap signaled the lesson was over and the group visibly relaxed, chatting quietly among themselves. “Who wants to go to the onsen?” said Suki, raising her hand. “I know I do!”
It was late afternoon and a lot of the Warriors had other commitments. In the end only Suki, Ariko, Miwa, Ty Lee, the newest Warrior, and Koko, at nine the second newest Warrior starting just six months before Ty, elected to go. Sokka sidled up close to his love and held her right hand in both of his. “I’d love to go to the bath with you,” he said quietly. He knew full well the Warriors frequently did more than just bathe after a workout and had a hope of watching, if not being allowed to participate.
“Oh, Sokka, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Awwww.”
“First of all we would find your presence inhibiting. Second, even if we don’t. . . do what you hope we’ll do, we’ll be naked.”
“Yeah!”
Rolling her eyes at his enthusiasm, she went on, “Thirdly, little Koko will be there. What do you suppose will happen if you look on us older girls in the nude, especially Miss Big Tits over there,” indicating Ty Lee with her thumb, “even just sitting in the tub?”
“. . .I’ll get a hard-on.”
“Precisely. Do you really want an innocent nine-year old girl looking at that big erection of yours? She’d be scarred for life.”
“I could drape it with a hand towel.”
Suki’s expression clearly showed what she thought of that idea but before she could say anything, Katara came though the door. “Hi, guys! Am I late?”
“No, you’re exactly on time!” Ariko answered from the cluster of four. “We were just leaving for the bath.”

“Great! I’m looking forward to it.”
“Hey!” Sokka whispered fiercely. “Katara’s not a Warrior!”
“No, but case you hadn’t noticed, she is a girl. With the deeds she’s done, she’s a Warrior at heart if not in name.” Suki looked him in the eye and stroked a cheek. “If you’re in my room in two hours, I swear I’ll make it up to you. . .” She drew closer to stroke his cheek a second time as she whispered in his ear, “Keep your Wolf Warrior makeup on.” Sokka started to grin but his lady love gave him a shove towards the door. “Now, go!”
♥ ♥ ♥
Twenty minutes later, Sokka was shambling through the village, grumbling, looking down, and kicking aside any pebbles that dared to stray into his path. Two hours was a long time to wait even if there was some promised kinky nooky at the end of it. He was so intent in feeling sorry for himself, he nearly collided with Aang when the Avatar came around the corner of a building.
“Hey, Sokka, you’re looking kind of down.”
“The girls are taking a bath and I was pointedly disinvited.”
“Taking a bath or taking a bath?” Aang knew as well as Sokka that Warriors in the village onsen together often finished off with erotic pleasure.
“Does it matter? I won’t be joining them.”
“Maybe not, but you can watch.”
“Huh?”
“Follow me!”
Oyashi’s village sloped down to a harbor at one end; the other went higher and higher up an ever steeper volcanic slope. The deep earth still seething from Kyoshi’s abrupt cleavage nearly four hundred years ago meant there were hot springs in plenty and the public onsen for the village was located high the on the slope at the very end of the village, on ground almost too steep to build upon. There was a main building where the bathers would pay their fees and from it, a footpath wended upward, balanced on a ridge. At a good hundred paces the path split in two and descended on both sides, keeping the steep ridge between them, leading to the two public outdoor pools, one for men and the other for women. Both had a bath house for undressing and the actual washing part, and two huge, hot spring pools, carved out of the volcanic rock, to soak in after.
Both Aang and Sokka had been there plenty of times and had gotten some skill in washing without unduly exposing their bits, considered impolite even in front of the same sex. While actually washing, they would crouch facing the spigots in the wall so at worst their genitals were visible only to the person next to them, who wouldn’t snoop.
Politeness also dictated that people moving between the bath house and the pool outside would hold a small towel over their pubic area, raising it just as they entered the water. They would then put it on the pool’s edge or fold it and put it on top of their head so it would be handy to hide behind when they exited the pool.
To give a view of the scenery, distant ocean framed by trees, both the men’s and women’s pools faced out over the low ground and behind them, the ridge between them blocking the view between the two pools. Someone intent on peeking was too low to see over the short wooden wall in the one direction and, besides risking a painful tumble down the steep slope, would surely be spotted crouching on the scrubby volcanic rock in the other.
In the main building though, were several small rooms with a wooden tub in each for the use of families or couples -- amorous or not -- who wanted to bathe together. More than once Sokka and Suki had paid for one of those, patiently waiting for the attendant on duty to be one of the ones who would wink at a not quite married (yet) but definitely amorous couple intent on combining hot water and sex. Fed by the same hot springs as the main pools, the milky water cascaded from a bamboo pipe into each tub, the overflow running out a notch in the rim to be carried away in a drain.
In addition there was a much larger room with a much larger tub where groups could be together with more privacy than the outdoor pools. If the Warriors were up to any hanky panky, that’s where they’d be; something like that was Just Not Done in the main pool even if their group and any who saw them were women only. Sokka did not see how knowing this solved his dilemma. The outside wall of the onsen, like the interior walls, consisted of shōji screens. They could dimly show the light inside if it was dark and were just translucent enough to show silhouettes inside. With the sun still up there wouldn’t be even that treat.
With Sokka in tow, Aang left the path shortly before reaching the main building, angling to the right. He got to the corner of the building just outside the row of low bushes that ran down the length of that side and continued to the halfway point of the wall. Like most buildings in the village, the floor was raised off of the ground and a deep eave at least a span wide protected the paper outer wall. Unlike most of the buildings in the village, there was no wooden walkway around the outside perimeter and the shōji were fixed, not sliding, all access being from a sand garden at the center of the building. While a deep eave still shielded the shōji from the rain, the screen above and the wainscoting hiding the building’s underpinnings below were flush, with a short space from them to the bushes planted there. “See there?” he whispered, pointing low on the wall.
Sokka was confused. The sun was low behind them and the blast of light on the paper screen far over powered any light that might have coming from within the room. “Where? I don’t see anything.”

“Look again, down low.”
Sokka looked more closely at where Aang was pointing and this time saw that there were two small holes in the paper screen, low down, about a half span apart. Suddenly, and with a mental forehead slap, he remembered Suki telling him months ago, shortly before they’d made love for the first time, how it was a tradition in the village for curious boys to peek at girls – chiefly the Kyoshi Warriors – when they were bathing together in that room and curious girls to peek at boys – chiefly the tunny fleet when it came in.
“Have you done this before? Where did you hear about this?” He wondered if it was from Suki or Katara.
The Avatar shrugged. “No, not yet, and you spend all your time with Suki and the Warriors. While I spend a lot of time with Katara I also have hung around with the boys in the village; they told me about it. Come on,” and he slipped through the bushes to crouch in the narrow space between them and the wall. Sokka was right behind. When he crouched down to sit on his ankles he found the raised wooden floor of the building was about as high as his chest. The hole in front of him was about three hands up from the floor and about the width of a finger. In fact, as he peered at it more closely, it appeared to have been made with a wet fingertip.
Almost holding his breath, he slowly leaned forward to apply his eye to the hole and peer inside the room, but was a bit disappointed. While he’d been meandering, Ariko, Miwa, and Koko had apparently finished washing themselves and climbed into the huge wooden tub to the watchers’ right. The two older girls were facing him with the flowing pipe between them but the tub’s edge was so high only their shoulders and the upper part of their chests were above it, nowhere near enough to get the treat of what the top of their breasts might look like, never mind their nipples. Koko was facing her companions but being much smaller, only the top part of the back of her head was visible above the rim. Besides, since she was barely nine Sokka doubted she could show him anything that would interest him – he’d had a little sister when he was growing up, after all.
This left Ty Lee, Katara, and Suki still outside the tub to the left, all perched on the tiny, low stools bathers used for their ablutions. Unlike the segregated bathing rooms up the path, this one had no row of spigots for bathers to use but only a single one to draw hot water into a bucket. Since the three bathers were at ease each other, rather than the modest bathing protocol demanded in the public baths, all three were in a group, conversing as girls are wont to do. The constant noise of the water pouring into the tub plus the overflow out kept their conversation inaudible to the two watchers.
Unfortunately, Ty Lee had her back to the two watchers and the only lady bits they could see were the very top of her bottom’s cleavage above the stool, and the occasional teasing glimpse of the side of her pendulant right breast as it swung out and back from her motions. She had the typical bather’s pose of knees up and apart, butt on the stool, feet flat on the floor but it was Katara and Suki who could see everything her front had to offer. She had her head down and both hands between her thighs, intent on doing something in her pubic area, washing her vulva Sokka surmised.
The other two girls were facing her as they chatted and so were showing the boys everything they had in front: Breasts and nipples, bushes and snatches. It figures the only parts I can see are my girlfriend’s and my sister’s, he thought glumly. He had hoped for more, Ariko and Miwa for one. He had heard they were lovers, deeply interested in each other. He was also especially interested in what Ty Lee’s unencumbered jugs might look like, to say nothing about her pussy.
He spared a glance at Aang and the Avatar’s expression was about what he expected. While Sokka knew for a fact Aang had been playing with his sister’s breasts for a while now, he really doubted they’d gone all the way yet. A nude Suki, on the other hand, would have been a totally new sight for him. His mouth was slightly open, betraying his total entrancement.
Turning his attention back inside he saw that Suki was just finishing removing the waterproof Warrior makeup with a tissue; an open jar beside her held the mysterious feminine unguent she used to do that. She was wiping the tissue across the nape of her neck, her upraised arms revealing their shaved pits. When they were on the road she had not been able to perform that toilette nor shave her legs, but as soon as things had settled down a bit, had bought a razor and resumed it. As a Water Tribesman Sokka was quite used to women who didn’t shave their body hair and missed the auburn mouse she’d had under each arm for those first few weeks of lovemaking. Licking a bare pit was just not as intimate but Suki had been adamant, saying she felt ungroomed without it.
Beside her Katara was using plain water on her genitals. There was a small bucket beside her and she had bent a tentacle of water out of it to her crotch. She was using it to spread her outer lips and move her long inner lips to the side. This would momentarily expose the pink of her inner core and even made the entrance of her vagina gape open at times as it was penetrated.
“Katara’s putting on quite a show, isn’t she?” he whispered just as she pushed the water deep into her quim definitely opening her vagina. He’d seen his sister’s cunny exactly once when it had counted, over a year ago when they’d masturbated in front of each other. She’d put a couple fingers in herself then as well; while today it was looking a lot more perfunctory her closed eyes betrayed an erotic element as well.
“I’ve seen it before, and pushed in a tentacle of my own,” Aang answered and Sokka revised his estimate of what they’d done together up considerable from simply breast play. “Suki’s quite pretty. It’s amazing how different girls can look. I’m more used to Katara’s hair under her arms and her thick bush.”
So Aang and my sister have been naked together, Sokka thought. I still wonder if they’ve gone all the way yet, unable to quite conceive of the twelve-year old pushing a stiff cock into his sister. He knew what Aang meant about being different. Besides the two girls’ difference in skin tone, Katara’s body was a lot younger looking than his fiancée’s. Her legs and arms were slimmer as well as her trunk, and her breasts smaller but the brown nipples longer. Suki looked more voluptuous with wider hips that lead to a pair of incredible thighs and boobs that, even if not as massive as Ty Lee’s pair, swayed instead of jiggled, to say nothing about a well-muscled, athletic body in contrast to Katara’s willowy form.
Yes, at sixteen Suki was all woman while the fourteen-year old Katara still had the coltish look of adolescence – or rather, filly – until you looked at their quims. There Katara was all woman as well. Her dark pubic thatch went quite a ways up her love mound, filling the whole region from side to side and down between her legs, thickly decorating her outer labia and beyond. He knew from experience, when she was standing with her back to him, despite the gap between her slim thighs he could see nothing of her secret flesh, just the lush pubic hair ending in a cute, curly girl’s beard. Since he couldn’t stare at her when she was facing him – she’d get annoyed if she caught him – he wasn’t absolutely positive but was pretty sure her bush did a good job of concealing the cleavage in her lovemound as well.
Then besides all the hair, there was the matter of her inner labia. From their one mutual masturbation session, he knew they were quite long. If she could walk around nude all of the time and didn’t have to stuff them in between her outer labia when she was winding her fundoshi around her waist, he’d bet they would be visible fore and aft, extending below her beard. Also being quite dark on the edges, if they happened to be open to the point of showing her center, the suddenly exposed, startlingly pink flesh left no doubt you were seeing everything she had. Even now, when she’d withdrawn the tentacle from her vagina, the ruffled edges were peeking at them in the center of her thicket.
Suki’s genitals on the other hand, while still quite womanly, looked positively cute compared to his sister’s. Her auburn pubic hair did not fill the whole of her Y but crept up her lovemound in an oval token of sexual maturity. It failed to fill into a triangle and was not as thick as Katara’s. Also it petered out about halfway down her cleft before reaching between her legs leaving the outer labia between her legs as bare as if she shaved them. Her inner lips were also quite short and were not showing at all, her outer labia touching in closed cleavage. Even when she was offering herself, legs spread wider than now, Sokka’d had to go looking for them when he’d seen her naked the first time, spreading apart the outer labia to discover them in the middle. He was used to, when she was lying before him with her legs wide, he could see all of her labial split but only the barest trace of her center. Sokka knew from lecherous experience, once he spread her outer labia, exposing everything in her vestibule, it was all the same shade of pink except perhaps the glans of her clitoris when he pushed the hood back and her now destroyed hymen, both of which were a tad bit lighter.
Putting down the towel she’d been using on her neck Suki leaned over a bit and said a few unheard words to Katara. She got a big smile on her face and nodded, then both girls them stood up. Both boys had a wonderful moment to see what they looked like in front, comparing the differences in breast, bush, height, and color, before they turned and, carrying their water buckets walked towards the tub. Now they were afforded a three-quarter rear view of their lovely asses as well as the right breast’s profile of both. Then taking turns they bent over to pour their buckets into the same drain that carryied off the tub’s overflow. This meant the boys could compare how their breasts swung out from their bodies, even Katara’s smaller pair swaying a bit, and several seconds to admire the teasing way their pussies looked between their legs.
Suki collected the two buckets and added them to the three already stacked by the tub as Katara climbed over the rim and began to lower herself by Koko’s left side. Suki joined on her right and the overflow increased momentarily as the displaced water rose in the tub. Looking up, Ty Lee said loud enough to hear, “Wait up, guys!” and hastily dropped something from her right hand into the open kit beside her. It had a metal handle perhaps as long as a hand is wide and an odd little head but Sokka could not really make out what it was. She grabbed a hand towel, scrubbed a couple times at her crotch, then dropped the towel to the floor next to the kit.
Abandoning her gear she leaned forward, putting her hands on the floor and raised her ass off of the stool. Sokka had just a moment two admire the whole of her succulent spheres and the way her heavy right breast swung out before she kicked off with her feet into a handstand. He had even less than a moment to note that the pink ruffles of her inner labia were visible as the whole of her vulva flashed by before she was fully inverted, legs together and toes pointed at the ceiling. It was pretty much like she was standing before them except, of course she was inverted, and her breasts were hanging down (up?) by her face.
“Wow. . .” breathed Aang quietly, “I never thought I’d see that.”
Sokka figured he knew what the Avatar meant: Ty Lee’s lovemound was as bare as could be; with sudden insight he realized her instrument had been a razor. Chagrined, even though it was a different design, besides seeing his fiancée’s razor, Aang used one as well. He had heard from Suki, who’d heard from Katara who’d been told by Aang that the Air Nomads had shaved pretty much all the visible body hair they had except the head behind the crown on women and the eyebrows on both sexes. This included, Suki had said with a little glee, their pubic hair. His cheeks heated a little as he realized he’d seen Aang in the bath using a similar razor on his head and pits and presumably, pubis although he had expressly Not Watched the Avatar tend that area; even between friends it was considered bad form. He should have recognized what Ty Lee had been doing.
Mystery solved, he turned his attention back to the magnificent sight before him. As if posing, the completely nude (and how!) Ty Lee was standing on her hands, back arched so she was looking away from the boys. Her huge breasts looked extremely odd, inverted from their usual position but the pinkish brown of her areolae were proportionate with their size as were her nipples. Suki’s pair were spectacular enough in their own way but not nearly as large as the ones on display now. He wondered what they would look like if his love stood on her head; he would have to experiment to find out, if only for a few moments.
Shifting his gaze upwards he took in her naked pubis in the middle of a pair of very womanly hips. Her thighs were slim enough he could see through the gap and noticed again a bit of pink showing deep between her legs at the cleavage of her outer lips. Like his sister, her inner labia were longer than her outer, not as much but enough to show.
Scarcely had he made that observation when very slowly, she flexed her hips and simultaneously her knees until she had her legs folded with the knees toward the boys. This made her look as if she was in a sitting-on-ankles pose except, of course inverted. As if teasing them, she then just as slowly spread her knees until her thighs were 180-degrees apart, her feet touching sole to sole just behind her butt. This exposed her whole vulva, albeit at a very oblique angle; Sokka could see the ridge of her clitoris between the spread pads of her outer labia. He surmised Ty Lee’s career as a circus performer had made her more flexible than even Suki’s gymnastic body.
“Now, you’re just showing off,” came Suki’s voice, startling him. His gaze flicked left and saw all five of the bathers in the tub were watching Ty’s performance.
Ty Lee bent her neck to look at her and said with an equal smile, “You’re just jealous you can’t do this.”
“Not even close!” Suki agreed with a laugh. Looking entranced, Koko moved to the left side of the tub and all eyes were on Ty Lee to see what she’d do next.
The ex-circus gymnast turned to her right and hand-walked closer to the tub making her inverted breasts move in wondrous ways and affording teasing glimpses of her shaved snatch. When she was about an arm’s length from the platform she turned left to parallel it, then uncoiled herself, bringing her legs forward to land in front of her head then straightening her spine so she was standing on her feet, back to the watchers, arms over her head, feet apart the width of her shoulders. “Ta da!” Her acrobat’s firm ass was about as intriguing as her boobs, the rounded spheres and sacral dimples looking resoundingly feminine, deeply between them the rearmost part of her outer labia visible.
The girls in the tub applauded quietly. She turned toward them and bowed twice, arms fore and aft. “Thank you, thank you; I’ll be here all week.” Sokkas penis throbbed for the umpteenth time as her breasts couldn’t make up their minds where they wanted to be. Breasts swaying she climbed into the tub to the other side with Ariko and Miwa. Ariko moved a bit to the side, making room for her next to the bamboo inlet pipe. She stood a magnificent moment then lowered herself into the hot water to their left, leaning against the back of the tub as were they.
“That girl is giving me a hard-on,” Sokka said quietly. “I could lose myself forever in those tits.” She must have been sitting on her ankles as she was a good head higher than the Warriors flanking her, the objects of his affection were well above the rim.
“I’ve got a stiffy of my own, ‘though it’s more her cooch I’m interested in. I never thought I’d see a bare lovemound.”
“Can’t talk Katara into shaving?” Sokka teased.
“Are you kidding? She doesn’t even shave her pits, never mind her pubes. I never really tried; she is real proud of her bush.” Then he shot back, “How about Suki? She already shaves her underarms and it looked like she has less to lose down there.”
“Not me; I love running my fingers through her pubes when we’re playing.”
While they’d been talking, Ty Lee’d been talking with the girls by her side and cradling her breasts, stroking their underside, making them move just enough to be teasing. Sokka had to reach down and fiddle with his crotch, making sure his penis was aimed upward under his fundoshi so that it could extend without discomfort. He noticed Aang was adjusting inside his trousers a moment as well.
The two of them waited patiently. As delightful as Ty Lee’s bubbies were, there were four more pair in the tub, just out of sight now, to say nothing of five asses and quims. While a couple of them might be familiar, Sokka figured seeing all five at once – he didn’t count Koko – would be highly stimulating even if they were just walking around. If they actually started doing something. . . he might just cream his undies.
Several interminable minutes crawled by then Miwa turned towards Ariko to say something. The boys couldn’t hear what she said but Ariko nodded enthusiastically and both girls suddenly stood up, the water streaming down their bodies. Sokka’s tally of comely young women seen naked nearly doubled from three to five.
Miwa’s skin was only a few shades lighter than his sister’s. Her high-riding breasts were small, not pendulous at all, but quivered as she stepped out of the tub, the brown nipples pointed slightly away from each other. She apparently trimmed her pubic hair, as on her lovemound was a neat vertical rectangle that could not possibly be natural. The bottom edge touched the top of her pubic cleavage leaving everything below as bare as Ty Lee all over. Her hairstyle with a part to one side accented her classically heart-shaped face.
Ariko was very fair, on par with the remembered Mai, but her breasts were far bigger than Zuko’s honey, almost as large as Suki’s, the second largest pair in the room. They were tipped with pale pink nipples that were begging to be sucked. Her pubic hair was. . . average, neither the lush thicket of his sister nor the thinner but still exciting pubes of his fiancée, the sopping hair draining rivulets of water down her thighs. Unlike her friend, the hair framed both sides of her labial split – but not thick enough to obscure it – and continued on to the hidden mystery of her vulva between her legs. With her square face and short, somewhat severe hairstyle, if Sokka had to guess, she’d be the more dominant partner.
Both climbed out of the tub and jiggled their way across the stone floor to where the stacks of big towels were kept and grabbed one each. They then proceeded to dry each other off and in Sokka’s opinion, were rubbing breasts and bums, and reaching between thighs far more than was strictly necessary – and he should know since he and Suki also indulged in the same excesses when they bathed together.
After they were more or less dry they dropped all pretenses – along with their towels – to start some serious snogging. The two nude women were standing at a three-quarter angle to the boys, Miwa facing them, Ariko facing her. This afforded a fine view of Ariko’s ass and a good bit of her right breast but unfortunately reduced what they could see of Miwa’s interesting parts to just her left breast.
They held each other’s neck and head still as they kissed. Ariko then lowered her right arm down her side while Miwa’s left hand slowly crept from her friend’s face, across her shoulder and down her upper arm. Then it leaped down to heft her larger right breast.
Continuing the kiss, Ariko stepped to her left revealing Miwa’s pubis as she reached out to to the trimmed lovemound and below, turning her palm upright and pushing between the bare labia with her middle finger. Her victim’s face plainly changed expression as her lover apparently reached as deep as her clit.
The two continued to fondle each other’s bits while they kissed, then finally broke, staring at the other and holding hands. Both nodded and as one, turned to the counter with the towels on it and took off a large pile. They distributed them on the floor still folded to form a makeshift pad. The meant a lot of bending over at the waist which afforded the watchers a lot of swinging or quivering breasts, smooth asses, and momentary glimpses of pussy from behind.
Ariko laid on the pad face up and Miwa next to her, propped up on her right elbow to lie on her side with her back to the boys, both their heads further away than their feet. Ariko’s generous breasts were heaped up on her chest and Miwa wasted no time reaching across with her left hand to mold her friend’s right breast, then bent down to take the pink nipple in her mouth. She sucked and pulled on the tender flesh, making it stretch upward.
This was obviously turning Ariko on as she was rolling slightly from side to side. Her right knee raised slightly as her heel crept slightly across the floor then it suddenly fell to the side. This exposed her pussy and Sokka had another data point in how different female genitals could look. Like Suki her inner lips were short enough they didn’t show between her outer. Unlike Suki’s snatch, her pubic hair extended far enough to frame her slit on either side between her legs, yet – unlike Katara – not nearly enough to hide it.
“Wow,” breathed Aang quietly, apparently as enthralled as he was.
Evidently seeing the movement from the corner of her eye, Miwa released her friend’s nipple, and with an enormous smile, threw her left leg over her and shifted so she was lying atop Ariko, supporting her upper body with bent arms on either side. Smiling up at Miwa, Ariko spread her legs wider forcing Miwa’s wider as well, sliding under her thighs. Needless to say, this pretty well displayed her bare cunny and both quims were stacked atop each other.
In all his masturbation fantasies before his and Suki’s first time, he had never imagined making love to two imaginary girls at once. He had no trouble imagining it now. In his mind’s eye he could see himself kneeling behind the pair of lovers before him, mounting one pussy, making a few thrusts, then directing his cock into the other for a few more before switching back.
He highly doubted they would welcome such advances. He had seen the two at several kata sessions with the rest of the Warriors and even though such sessions were all business had gotten the impression, confirmed by Suki, that they were “an item.” Whether they were interested in adding a third at all was unlikely, one with a cock even less so. Then of course, was the much higher probability Suki would kill him or – worse – let him live after a quick amputation with her katana.
His downward spiraling imaginary scenario was interrupted by a small whine from Aang beside him. “Imaging a threesome?” he asked the Avatar.
“. . .Yeah. Don’t tell Katara.”
“Your secret’s safe with me. I mean, if I told Katara she’d tell Suki – you know how they share everything – and Suki would come to the obvious conclusion about me. Don’t forget, she carries a sword.”
“Katara, on the other hand, would just drown me,” Aang chuckled ruefully.
While they’d been fantasizing, the girls had changed positions. Miwa was still on top but she’d moved up towards Ariko’s head and crouched with a reversed position. Her head was even with her lover’s breasts and she was enthusiastically sucking on her left nipple as she heaped the flattened flesh upwards with her hands. This meant her own dangling boobs were within Ariko’s easy reach and she was amusing herself by flicking a tongue over the much browner nipple in a sort of boob 69.
In short order she was sucking on Miwa’s nipple as well, and the two women engaged in some serious breast play for some minutes before shifting again. Miwa moved further down Ariko’s body until she was poised above her displayed genitals. Reaching between her friend’s thighs she spread her outer lips wider, the pink of her center in contrast to the darker skin on either side. Ever so slowly, she lowered her head, tongue extended, until she was penetrating Ariko’s hole.
Meantime, Ariko’s hands were busy at Miwa’s crotch and she’d raised her head as well. Although her actions were hidden from the two watchers, she had to be returning oral favors in a full-blown sapphic 69. After several thrusts into Ariko, Miwa raised up to find her extended clit, and manipulate that with lips and tongue. Her fingers took over penetrating Ariko’s vagina and the sexual tension rose as the two stimulated each other.
Suddenly, the storm broke. Eyes closed, Miwa raised her head to moan loud enough to hear, “Ariko-o-o-o,” while the flesh on her hip and thigh quivered from her convulsions. Even though she’d stopped licking her friend’s clitoris, her fingers were still delving into Ariko’s wet slit and that, apparently, was enough to trigger an orgasm in her as well.
Not removing her head from Miwa’s pussy, she gave a muffled moan of her own and her legs splayed wide involuntarily as her vulva visibly spasmed. The two lovers rode out their mutual climactic storm for half a minute. Then Miwa ever so slowly raised up onto her hands and slithered 180-degrees to lie atop Ariko so the two could embrace and kiss. Both their quims were again carelessly exposed to the two voyeurs and they were visibly wet from the vaginal secretions that had been forced out of them.
The show over, at least for the moment, Sokka shifted his attention back to the tub. All eyes were on the two lovers. Koko had even made herself comfortable, head resting on her folded forearms. Her expression was almost as rapt as Aang’s – and no doubt his own – was. Even Suki and Katara were looking highly turned on and he knew for a fact they’d pleasured each other in a similar fashion a few times, starting in Ba Sing Se. Ty Lee was looking intrigued as well and, if what she’d told Suki was true, her sexual career had begun when she was about Koko’s age – with a male cousin no less, and not just oral – but she had no objections to same-sex pleasure either.
Then Koko turned around and sloshed on her knees to where Suki was sitting and said something to her. When Suki nodded she stood, exposing her prepubescent body. She had no breasts, no real nipples even, just small, undeveloped pale areolae on a flat chest. Her arms and legs were skinny and she and no hips at all. The divide of her outer lips was surprisingly high on her unpadded pubis, bringing back memories Sokka had of his sister before she’d bloomed.
She climbed out of the tub lifting a leg to momentarily reveal her vulva. No pink at all was evident between the groove between her outer lips. As she walked past the two lovers on the floor to get a towel, she displayed the bubble-butt all little girls have. Coming back with two towels, she handed one to Suki who’d also climbed out of the tub.
The two dried themselves off, staring unabashedly at the other as they did so. When they were pretty well done, Koko turned to spread her towel out on the platform built around the tub, then turned back to Suki. Grinning salaciously, she reached up to caress both her friend’s breasts, swiping up from the bottom and over the nipples, making them bounce and the nips instantly erect with crinkled areolae.
Suki smiled down on her indulgently as her boobs were played with but when Koko suddenly reached down to slide a finger between her thighs along her labial groove, she laughingly objected, grasping the young girl’s wrist to pull it away. Koko’s grin was even bigger – she knew exactly what she was doing. Innocent nine-year old, my ass, Sokka thought. If she saw me erect, more likely she’d want it in her cooch, much like he’d heard Ty Lee had done when she was nine.
Innocent or not, Suki pushed on the child’s shoulders pushing her back until she bumped into the platform. Koko sat on the towel she’d spread out there, then leaned back, propping herself up by her elbows, and opened her legs as Suki knelt before her.
Sokka had never really seen a prepubescent vulva before. A natural modesty had come over Katara when she was about six, well before either of them had much of an interest in genitals, so even the running around stark naked after a bath they’d indulged in before that was in total innocence. Koko’s cunt offering to Suki was anything but innocent.
There was no development that he could see. Her outer lips were thin but even so, until Suki reached out to spread them open, none of the center between them was visible. When it was revealed, it was far redder than the pink flesh he’d seen in more mature pussies, his sister during that one memorable time, Suki more recently and Ty Lee, Miwa, and Ariko today.
There were no inner labia that he could see and the small, round hole of Koko’s vagina – about as big as a finger – could be made out when Suki spread her wide enough. There was only a moment to see that her tiny clit was hidden in its hood and not really visible before the area was blocked from his view as Suki moved in closer with cunnilingus on her mind.
Judging by her motions, she had her tongue in the girl’s hole only a bit before moving up to her baby love button. That small node might have been immature but Koko was plainly enjoying its stimulation; her thighs kept twitching as Suki worked her over and her smile couldn’t be broader. After a very short time she threw her head back with a gasp and thrust her pelvis up into Suki’s face while riding out an orgasm.
Koko lay flat on the platform panting while Suki drew back and caressed the insides of her thighs. This exposed her immature snatch again and Sokka could see the red flesh was now wet. Whether this was saliva or even a young vagina’s drooling was hard to tell. Either way, she soon sat up and told Suki loud enough to hear, “Now it’s your turn!”
They could read the sifu’s lips as she said, “Okay,” and laid on the tile parallel to the tub platform, at a right angle to the two watchers with her legs slightly apart. Koko got up and knelt between her partner’s legs. Leaning forward, she lowered herself until she was lying on Suki’s lower abdomen, her face even with her breasts.
She heaped the soft flesh of Suki’s left breast, the one towards the boys, up and licked the brown-red nipple and areola, making them erect. She then drew the prominent point into her mouth and began sucking. It was obvious she had done this at least a few times before. Suki encouraged her by stroking the back of her head with one hand, her lover’s ass with the other. After an appropriate amount of time, Koko switched to her teacher’s other nipple, caressing the one she’d just left, making the breast under it jiggle provocatively.
Meanwhile, Ariko and Miwa had started up again. Miwa was still atop Ariko, kissing her, but her hand was now busy stroking her lover’s cunny reaching between their hips with her right hand to the middle of Ariko’s spread legs. Ariko was returning the favor more urgently, penetrating Miwa’s wet passage with a couple fingers. Sokka wondered two things: Just how long could the two of them keep up such erotic energy, and how long would it be before the last two in the tub, his sister and Ty Lee, either joined one of the two couples on the floor or paired off on their own.
The answer to the second question turned out to be not long at all. As Koko had done, Katara leaned forward and said something inaudible to Ty Lee, who smiled broadly and stood up, breasts swaying and water streaming down her lower body. Katara stood up as well, with her back to the boys. Although Sokka had seen Katara’s bottom many times before – when undressed in their Water Tribe tent she’d preferred turning her backside to her brother – it had been a while since they’d left home where he’d seen it last. Sokka admired anew her resoundingly feminine ass, even if she was his sister.
Steadying each other as they stepped out of the tub they padded wetly past the writhing couple on the floor, fetched a couple towels, and walked back to the space between the two pairs. As Ariko and Miko had done, they dried each other off, making breasts bounce and reaching between thighs more than strictly necessary, grinning as they did so. Katara then turned away from Ty Lee so the acrobatic Warrior acolyte could dry her back, over her butt, and down her legs, crouching as she did so. Standing, she reversed so Katara could return the favor. This exposed her front to the watchers, generous boobs and shaved mons on display. Sokka’s sister knelt as she completed the job, displaying glimpses of jiggling tit and lush pubes but mostly hiding them behind the older girl.
Then she stood and her partner turned around. The two stood a moment, gazing into each other’s eyes then fell into a kissing embrace. Ty Lee’s back was at an angle to the two boys so her right breast was visibly pressed sideways as it was compressed between them, completely overwhelming Katara’s smaller left breast. Katara had her right arm across the older girl’s shoulder and her left firmly on her ass, kneading the soft flesh as they snogged. Ty Lee had both hands on Katara’s butt, pulling their hips together.
After a few moments they broke their kiss and drew apart. With a huge grin on her face, Katara lifted her partner’s heavy right boob with both hands and began sucking on the nipple. She was visibly caressing the soft flesh and Ty Lee returned the favor by stroking the top of her head. After a couple minutes they switched, Ty Lee bending down to take Katara into her mouth; Sokka had a glimpse of his sister’s long, erect nipple before it disappeared behind her friend’s head.
Gradually, the waterbender’s knees buckled and she leaned backward, Ty Lee controlling her slow motion fall to the floor. She wound up flat on her back with her legs towards the boys. Obviously lost in the attention at her tits, she languidly shifted her left leg sideways, bending the knee slightly but keeping it flat on the floor. She drew her right foot towards herself raising the knee until it was several handwidths above the floor, then let it fall sideways, casually exposing her pussy.
Perhaps attracted by the motion, Ty Lee’s right hand stole down Katara’s abdomen, through the lush pubic hair on her lovemound, and onto her sexual slit. It then slipped up and down, stroking her quim, the two middle fingers between her inner and outer lips. Sokka had watched Katara do something similar some time ago when they’d masturbated for each other. This was a lot further away than it had been in the tent but seeing someone else pleasure his sister more than made up for the distance. “So,” he asked Aang casually, “You’ve already done something similar?”
“Oh, yeah, and oral, too. Pretty much Everything But, plus waterbending.”
Sokka’s estimation of the Avatar’s sexual maturity went up several notches. He couldn’t remember if he’d even started masturbating when he was still twelve. Going down on his girlfriend at that age was unthinkable, even if one had been available.
He knew from seeing it once before his sister’s clitoris was very large when erect, way bigger than Suki’s even though she was more than a year younger. It was erect now, visibly protruding from from the nest of pubic hair that even now hid the ridge of its shaft. Ty Lee was stroking the glans with her thumb, making the stiffened pink head shift from side to side while she simultaneously drove two fingers into her lover’s weeping hole.
From their mutual masturbation session Sokka knew Katara enjoyed penetration as much, if not more, than clit-play. Whether from making love previously, an unseen discussion before today, or simply instinct from her vast sexual experience, Ty Lee seemed to know this. She abandoned her lover’s breast and shifted to kneel at a right angle to her body. Putting her full attention on Katara’s snatch, she leaned over it and watched as she rhythmically thrust two fingers, then three bunched together into her belly, thumb still stroking that prominent clitoris.
Lost in the eroticism of her finger-fucking, Katara was thrusting her pelvis upward, driving the penetrating fingers deeper into her. Perhaps amusing herself, she was playing with Ty Lee’s hanging left breast, making it momentarily appear from behind the right, even though farther from the boys’ viewpoint. Her unattended right tit was swaying on its own, the hanging pink nipple describing ellipses above the floor.
While the watchers’ attention had been concentrated on the closest couple, Koko had slid down Suki’s supine body so she was now showing she was as familiar with cunnilingus as Suki had been, her hands high on her partner’s thighs holding them apart while she stimulated her clit orally. Less than a minute later, Katara and Suki both climaxed nearly simultaneously. Katara’s orgasm was as apparent as Koko’s had been a few minutes earlier, her exposed vulva visibly clenching, fluid expelled from her vagina trickling down to the floor.
Being at a right angle to the boys, Suki’s was more subtle, mainly by the tension in her belly as she raised her butt from the floor and gave a sighing moan. Koko raised her head from her crotch with a grin, chin dripping with her lover’s lubricant.
Ariko and Mariko were taking a break from their own lovemaking; both were sitting upright, forearms resting on raised knees as they smiled at the eroticism in front of them. “I guess some girls are as turned on by watching as we guys are,” Aang commented. Both their pussies were teasingly hidden in shadow under their raised thighs.
Suki and Koko had shifted again. The small girl was on her side, partially rolled back with her legs toward the boys. Suki raised the young Warrior acolyte’s upper leg, exposing her bald snatch momentarily as she scooted closer on her butt. Legs intertwined, she pressed her vulva against Koko’s and the two clasped hands as they thrust their genitals together, getting their whole bodies into the action, further erasing any illusions about Koko’s innocence.
Meanwhile, Katara had recovered from her climax and sat up. She said something unheard to Ty Lee who grinned, and laid down on her front at a forty-five degree angle to the two watchers, flattening her generous breasts. They had only a moment to admire the two mounds of her ass before the experienced acrobat raised both legs at the knees, then both thighs at the hips, incredibly curling her back to bring her ass up and forward to plant it atop her head.
Showing no sign of discomfort, she spread her legs as Katara slid closer on her knees, exposing a pussy as bare as Koko’s had been but much more mature. Sokka watched in wonder as his sister leaned forward, reached up to spread her friend’s cunt open exposing all its wet, pink glory a moment then buried her face in it.
She spent a few moments delving into the weeping hole below with her tongue then slid up Ty Lee’s sexual groove to abuse the knot of her clitoris. Meanwhile her two thumbs were alternately sliding in and out of the vagina just abandoned, making Sokka imagine it was his cock penetrating her instead.
Ty Lee was obviously enjoying her cunnilingus; she had a big grin as she looked up at her friend’s face. Then her gaze dropped to Katara’s knees, scarcely two hand's widths in front of her. Elbows already extended on either side, she slid her hands forward from under her chin to place them atop Katara’s knees, caressing the taut skin there. Katara broke off her oral attention to look down upon her friend then spread her knees wide, hands following.
Releasing her hold on Ty Lee’s snatch she put her hands on the floor and skootched closer, leaning back a bit and widening her knees as she did so until Ty Lee’s face was pretty well buried in her pubic area. What little of the top of the circus freak’s head the boys could see above Katara’s right thigh started moving back and forth, up and down as she returned the oral favors she was receiving.
Katara leaned forward again and resumed where she’d left off on her cunnilingus, this time her left hand flat on Ty Lee’s thigh holding it steady while the first two fingers of her thrust into the hole before her and she worked over the turgid clit with her tongue. It was the same as a 69, Sokka supposed, but Ty Lee’s contortions made it more erotic than anything he’d imagined. What would it be like, he wondered, having your cock sucked on while munching on her quim just above her head?
A glance across the room showed Ariko and Miwa had stopped watching and were again engaged in a more common version of mutual oral sex, both of them on their sides, faces buried between each others’ thighs. They had shifted positions so Ariko’s back was mostly towards the watchers. This meant the only really naked part they could see was her pale ass, as nice it was. It was quivering a bit from the motions Miwa was making as she tended her friend’s cooch. Miwa’s own, of course, was hidden behind Ariko’s head as it moved about, tongue alternating between vagina and clitoris.
Suki and Koko continued their tribbing, moans arising from both as they thrust their pussies together. The young girl was pretty well engulfed by the older one so, naked or not, hardly anything was visible. Suki was halfway between lying on her back and on her left side. Her right breast wobbled up and down, side to side from her motions, the nipple describing generous ellipses. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed, as she savored the pleasure she was inflicting upon and receiving from Koko.
All three couples were audibly moaning now, as the erotic sensations intensified. It was as if they were in a contest to see who could climax first. Sokka reached inside his trousers again to grasp his stiff cock and squeeze it rhythmically in time to the thrusting Suki and Koko were doing. Aang glanced at him then hesitantly reached inside his own trousers before applying his eye to the peephole in front of him.
Ariko and Miwa climaxed first, virtually simultaneously. Ariko threw back her head to cry out, exposing her partner’s leaking cunt with its trimmed pubic hair. That cunt convulsed, making the fluids within well out over her lower thigh and the boys could hear her more muffled groan.
Perhaps the sounds triggered Suki and Koko into their own orgasms for, seconds later both of them groaned, no longer thrusting but grinding their pressed pussies together. They released each other’s grip to fall back, panting.
Not to be left out, Katara and Ty Lee also reached satisfaction, his sister audibly panting as she pressed her pubis into her friend’s face while twisting the two fingers buried in her weeping hole back and forth and strumming her tumescent clit with the other thumb.
For almost a minute all six of them lay or knelt quietly in post-orgasmic bliss, then began to stir. Ariko levered herself up then reversed to lie half on top of Miwa while they kissed. Looking a little wobbly, Suki abandoned Koko and crawled over to Katara who was sliding backwards to disengage from Ty Lee. As if to not leave the child alone, Ty uncoiled herself, stood, walked over to where Koko was looking up at her, then dropped to her knees by her head.
Koko was lying with her legs akimbo towards the two boys, casually exposing her prepubescent slit. Her core was hidden but both outer labia were visibly wet from Suki’s humping and her subsequent orgasm. Ty Lee settled upon her ankles then slid forward, opening her knees so they were on either side of her head. She slowly leaned forward and placed her hands on Koko’s upper thighs spreading them even wider then used her thumbs to pull her lips apart revealing the red center within.
She began stroking the sensitive flesh, alternately circling the tiny clit then descending deeper between her legs to tease the entrance of her vagina. Sokka noticed she was not actually penetrating Koko, merely stroking around the edges. Perhaps her vagina was too small to avoid being damaged or perhaps she was merely preserving Koko’s nascent hymen.
When she had leaned forward her generous breasts descended close to Koko’s face. The young companion amused herself by caressing the soft flesh with both hands making the hanging nipples erect. After a few moments, she grasped the left breast in both hands and pulled it upwards to her mouth to suck deeply on the pink tuber. Ty Lee momentarily tucked her head to look between her breasts then back with a big smile on her face. She continued to manipulate Koko’s bare vulva.
Meanwhile, Suki had knelt sideways to the watchers, on knees and elbows. Katara was sitting on her ankles at Suki’s far side so the boys had an excellent view of her bare breasts and, underneath Suki’s abdomen, the bit of bush that showed at the junction of her closed thighs. She had borrowed some water from the tub for at Suki’s round, raised ass, a translucent sphere was nestled between her hams.
Although the boys couldn’t see it directly, Sokka’s sister was certainly penetrating his fiancée; the sphere was rhythmically flattening and rebounding in time with Suki’s thighs being shoved forward a handwidth then returning. Her suspended right tit was swinging back and forth from the motions. “Is that what you do to Katara when you two are alone?” Sokka asked.
“More or less. Besides a tentacle in her pussy I send a tendril around her clit and usually another tentacle into her ass – we can’t tell from here if she’s doing that to Suki. I also send a couple tendrils around her nipples but maybe that’s too many places stimulated at the same time for your girl.”
Sokka was a bit jealous; he had no way he could pleasure so many of Suki’s erogenous zones at the same time. From her expressions she was quite thoroughly enjoying herself. Then Aang continued, “Of course we do your usual manual and oral stuff too – it’s not just bending.”
“But you haven’t… gone all the way yet.”
“Water tentacles take a lot of the pressure off. We’ll do it when we’re both ready.” He glanced at Sokka. “I know I’m not.”
Sokka recalled that the Avatar was only twelve and mulled over whether he’d have taken a hypothetical girl friend’s offer to break her cherry at that age. Probably not, he concluded. I don’t think I was even masturbating until a few weeks before my thirteenth birthday. He’d had some erotic wet dreams but only grasped his erection experimentally a few times before that fateful afternoon when he’d been alone in the family tent and rubbed it to orgasm. Unprepared, he remembered how astonished he’d been as the clear semen spurted out over the furs he’d been kneeling on and what his father and Gran Gran had been trying to tell him about human reproduction suddenly made sense.
Just as suddenly that afternoon, he had an urge now to have a manual climax. He put his eye to the small hole one last time to find all three couples were still at play. Miwa’s pussy was no longer visible as Ariko was pressing her right thigh into it. Ariko was still snogging her friend but had rolled to the left a bit, freeing her right breast to be caressed and her own weeping slit was quite exposed.
Ty Lee and Koko were just as active. The older girl had submitted to cunnilingus. Propping herself on her elbows, she had slid her hips up the child’s torso until her snatch was just under her face. Koko was thrusting her tongue into the weeping hole then, as they watched, shifted her hand to pinch Ty’s clitoris.
Katara had that intense look of concentration she wore when doing a tricky bit of waterbending. As Aang had mentioned, two tendrils were now extended up Suki’s abdomen to coil themselves around her erect nipples; she seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself.
Sokka stood and backed away from the paper wall before him. “Where are you going?” asked Aang looking up in confusion.
“They’re not going to be done anytime soon and I’ve got to get some relief before my dick explodes.” He began to work his way through the bushes alongside the bathhouse. With one final look Aang joined him a little reluctantly. The two hurried down the path to the inn Suki’s parents ran, paused a moment to drop their sandals off in the genkan, then hustled down the corridor of the guest wing to the room they shared. Sokka slid the shōji open, gestured Aang go inside, the slid the screen closed after following him.
In a moment he’d shucked his long Water Tribe shirt and heavy trousers before unwinding the fundoshi he used for underwear with well-practiced ease. He paused as the last of the long, cotton strip fell to the floor and his erection dropped to a jaunty 45-degree angle. Grasping his stiff cock in his right hand he urged, “Go ahead, Aang, don’t be shy. We’re all friends here.” Although as two males they’d had no qualms about undressing in front of each other, he’d never been erect before, nor had Aang. The Avatar had removed his short cape but was looking distinctly uncomfortable as he fiddled with the buttons on his deep yellow shirt.
“It’s not that, it’s just— I don’t know how,” he admitted, looking at Sokka’s rampant penis then up to his face.
Sokka was totally flabbergasted. “You’ve… gone down on my sister, to say nothing about water tentacles in her cooch, yet you never learned to masturbate?” He rubbed his head in confusion.
“I haven’t had to,” Aang said defensively as he unfastened his shirt. “I had one wet dream but every conscious orgasm I’ve had has been at the hands, or water, or– or mouth of Katara.” The last was very quiet and, cheeks red, he glanced away from her brother as he dropped the shirt and loosened his trousers. “Who needs to jerk off when that is available?”
Sokka stood with his arms crossed. “So she’s given you blowjobs? Even so, it’s high time you learned the art of self-pleasuring, then.”
Aang’s trousers were heaped on the floor and he stepped out of them. The front of his brown, cotton underpants were tented, giving ample evidence he had a hard-on just as stiff as the older boy’s before he stripped them down as well. The two nude males stood a moment looking at each other – especially their genitals. They’d both seen each other naked before, in the bedroom here and at the bath as well, but this was the first time they’d had erections, obviously ready for sexual pleasure.
The twelve-year old’s cock was naturally quite a bit smaller than his fifteen-year old specimen and lighter too, although Sokka was not sure whether it was due to his youth or simply because everything else was lighter to begin with. His glans was darker than the rest but his ballsack was carried higher and it’s contents were considerably smaller – no doubt here that Sokka’s three year head start in adolescence was a major factor.
Unabashed, Sokka stared at his friend’s penile tip. He’d heard through the Katara-to-Suki-to-him chain that the foreskin had been removed in some long lost Air Nomad rite but hadn’t more than glance at it here or in the bath, just enough to confirm that, yes, his cockhead was exposed all of the time. Like his own, it was darker than the rest of the penis, but looked drier, somehow. Sokka considered how similar his looked to the glans of Suki’s clitoris, the prepuce keeping the sensitive flesh moist. The cornified skin of Aang’s tip simply did not look the same.
“When the times comes, will that slide into Katara okay?” he asked quietly. “It doesn’t look slippery enough,”
Glancing down, Aang replied, “The monks mentioned moistening the head with her secretions or my own saliva. Katara has no trouble sliding it into her mouth.” He looked at the other, larger erection in the room. “Does all of that slide into Suki okay?”
Sokka smiled as he pulled his foreskin back from his glans. “Quite nicely, if a little snugly. I’ve been balls deep in her quite a few times and it feels really good.”
“It feels good when I’m with Katara, too, especially her mouth. Couldn’t say about her quim… Say, why do you need to masturbate? You’ve got a hot, willing girlfriend close at hand.”
“Who’s not available at the moment. Besides, sometimes even when we’re together we’ve brought ourselves to climax – she loves watching the expressions I make and when I ejaculate onto her belly instead of into it. I mean – sex with your partner is good and I certainly like the snuggling afterward but for the sheer pleasure of it, nothing can beat masturbation. When you’re ringing your own chimes you know exactly when to speed up, when to slow down, and can bring things to a rousing finish every time.”
Aang looked down at his own stiff cock. “Okay, you’ve talked me into it; how do I start?”
“Just follow your instincts. It’s not like I had masturbation lessons when I was your age. Shortly time after puberty started I just began fooling around with my dick. One day when I was alone for a while I just kept moving my hand up and down on it and suddenly I was spurting this stuff all over my bed – quite startling. Just do what you liked when Katara was giving you hand jobs.”
Penis wobbling, Aang dropped to his knees then sat back on his ankles, He wrapped his right hand around his cock, thumb and index finger just below the head. He moved his hand toward the root and the dark skin of his glans lost its texture to look shiny a moment as it was pulled taut before the tiny reticulations reappeared when he reversed direction and his fingers slid over the corona.
He repeated the motion slowly as Sokka leaded over him and watched, fascinated. He had done what Aang was now doing countless times in the five years between puberty and finally fucking an enthusiastic Suki, and had just watched his fiancée and sister masturbate, but never seen another male do it in front of him. Aang looked equally fascinated; he was looking intently at the tiny mouth of his meatus opening and closing, the clear precum dribbling out over his encircling fist.
“I see what you mean,” he managed to say, glancing a moment at his friend. “This feels good in a way different than Katara doing it.”
“Told you – hang on a moment. This’ll make it better.” Watching the clear fluid slide over the Avatar’s fingers had given Sokka an idea.
He straightened up, walked over to the chest of drawers he kept his clothes in, and took out a small bottle with a cork in it. He also fetched a washcloth from the pile on the dresser and returned to Aang who had paused his stroking and was watching. “What’s that?”
“Oil. It’ll make the experience closer to real pussy, as you know, unless you’ve been doing it terribly wrong with Katara all this time.”
“Oh, no – she’s been quite wet. I’ve even made her squirt once in a while when I finger this spot up inside her.”
Sokka uncorked the bottle as he commented, “Yes, Suki’s told me about that. She hasn’t that spot and she’s a bit envious – loosen that grip on your cock a bit.” When Aang complied he poured a thin thread of oil around the perimeter of his corona. “There; spread it around a bit and your hand will slide like a proper pussy.”
Aang did so and his hand slipped up and down the length of his adolescent penis. The glans and a good bit of the shaft appeared around his encircling fingers periodically, shiny with oil. Then his fist slid upward until half his cockhead disappeared within it, skin sliding on skin.
Sokka was even more fascinated than before. He watched Aang’s hand slip up and down the length of his penis. “Imagine Katara’s sitting on your lap with her ass towards you, letting you thrust up inside her,” he suggested.
The Avatar leaned back a bit and closed his eyes. He began bucking his hips a bit and his hand moved up and down his young rail faster and faster as quiet moans came from his mouth. Suddenly he bucked the highest yet, the hand down at the root of his cock, and groaned as a small stream jumped from its tip no more that a hand high to fall over his fingers and onto the tatami mat.
Another cycle of up and back with the hip bucking only to hold it this time as his ejaculation began in earnest, stream after stream of semen arcing from his penis to fly a good half-span across the floor. Sokka noted with interest the puddles on the tatami were mostly clear with a few white streaks in it bringing back his own first climaxes a few years before. Despite the experiences with Katara, Aang had definitely just started his sexual development.
Aang then relaxed, hand wrapped casually around his deflating dick, and gave a long sigh – he’d been holding his breath during his orgasm. “I see what you meant,” he said, looking at Sokka. “That was intense.” Looking back at the lines of cum on the floor, he gestured with his left hand and it gathered up into a small sphere suspended in the air.
Sokka held up the washcloth and the sphere zipped into it, then he grabbed his erection. “Told you. Now it’s my turn.”
“Hold on; let me show you what a waterbender can do.”
Aang’s slack penis had shrunk to a quivering stub as he got up and took a step over to where a water bucket was kept for their morning ablutions. It was a sight Sokka had seen every morning for the past few weeks but now his dick, and entire pubic area was shiny with oil. “What should I do?”
“Lie on your back like Suki’s straddling you.”
He laid down on a futon and his erection swayed back and forth a couple times before coming to rest suspended over his pubis and lower belly. He pulled a firm pillow under his head to prop it up as Aang knelt beside him and a moment later he heard the familiar swoosh of bended water.
A quivering globe of water came into view, somewhat bigger than his two fists. It slowly descended closer to his stiff prick and a couple pseudopods extended to encircle the glans then entwine the shaft in a twin helix; they felt warm. The main sphere slowly descended some more until it was penetrated by his cockhead. The assemblage moved towards his feet forcing his erection vertically, exactly like it was when Suki sat upright after mounting him.
The water was at blood heat on his glans and squeezed it rhythmically, the edges teasing his corona. The coils around the shaft of his penis began to slide up and down it in peristaltic motions, the two tendrils ever so slightly out of sync. The squeezing and caresses were totally novel, quite unlike the sensations of hand, mouth, or cunny.
“Oh, wow,” Sokka sighed. “I can see why you like this. Do you ever do it to yourself?”
“Not really. I can start but bending takes a lot of concentration. If I were to try to climax I’d lose control and get flooded when the water dropped on me. Anyway, Katara’s had a lot more practice doing this than I have – I’ve been mainly pushing tentacles into her holes.”
“Simultaneously with her doing you?”
“No – we’d run into the same orgasm problem. The first time we were naked together after she went down on me and I went down on her we tried it. A lot simpler than this, she bended a sphere right over her pussy and I stuck my dick into it. I started thrusting and was nudging that sphere against her clit. It was pretty much like we were screwing, I guess, but when she climaxed the sphere collapsed and I darn near speared her before either of us were ready.”
“Heh. The first time Suki were naked together it was maybe ten minutes before I was spearing her.”
“And you were fifteen. I’m twelve and Katara’s fourteen; we got time. Now shut up and let me finish you off.”
Sokka obediently relaxed into the erotic pleasure Aang was giving him. He watched, fascinated, the various water elements work his cock over. The coils of the twin helix spread apart then came together with a unique sensation quite unlike anything he’d felt before. Inside the squeezing sphere surrounding his cockhead he could see the sensitive glans, magnified by the lens effect of the sphere.
The pace and squeezing increased and Aang added another tendril, this one descending down his groin to wrap itself around his dangling ballbag. Unseen, the warm tentacle caressed it before coiling around and hefting his balls a bit. It felt similar to the way Suki would play with his sack when she was fellating him.
At the base of his genitals a sensation of pressure grew until that moment he knew his orgasm was inevitable washed over him. He bucked his hips upward and held it while crying, “I’m cumming, Aang!” Inside the ball covering his glans he could his semen injected a moment before it was instantly stirred by the swirling water.
Pulse after pulse of cum turned the sphere more milky but not enough to hide the throbbing nut at the tip of his penis. Sokka relaxed, eyes half closed, as his climax wound down. He vaguely felt the wetness sensation stop and he watched Aang pick up the washrag beside him to send the sphere into it before expertly tossing it into the empty bucket they kept by the dresser just for that purpose.
The airbender laid on his side on the floor beside him and he rolled onto his side to face him, propping his head up in his hand. “That was really something,” Sokka said.
Aang grinned up at him. “Wasn’t it, though? I didn’t even send a tentacle up your ass – Katara does mine but I wasn’t sure how much Suki has been fingering or tongueing it and I was afraid I’d make your head explode.” His gaze slid down to his friend’s limp, hanging penis. He in turn, looked at how Aang’s more immature specimen presented the glans vertically on the end of a wrinkled stub instead of lolling on his belly. “That was a lot closer to the way Air Nomads do sex,” he commented.
“What do you mean?” Aang hesitated. “Go ahead, We’ve just been about as intimate as we can be without – you know – actually touching.”
This was true. Although they’d been naked together many times before, in their shared room and at the onsen, this was the first time they’d done anything even remotely erotic together. Aang glanced a moment at his penis, then said, “Promise you won’t say anything to Katara about this. I don’t want her to think she’s anything but my forever girl.”
“I promise.”
“We were told by our teachers not to share this with any outsiders. Our way of intimacy was so different from the other cultures’ we were warned it might lead to ridicule or worse, hostility – both individually and our culture as a whole. I love Katara and want to spend the rest of my life with her, but before I knew her, it’s not how I imagined my relationships with the female sex would have been.”
“Go on; I’m intrigued.”
“When I’ve talked about our way of life before you recall how we share everything. Food certainly, tools, even something like clothing is owned by the group, not the individual; we share and share alike.”
“I remember.”
“The same thing goes for sex. You other cultures make a big deal out of a man and a woman cleaving together, a couple bound for their entire lives, sexually exclusive to each other. Our way was much more casual. As everything else, sex is a shared asset within the clan and a couple that withheld their favors to the group and pleasured only each other would have been looked on as being selfish. It happened but very rarely and was considered odd.”
Sokka was incredibly surprised. “Wow.”
“The reason why your cultures and ours were so different is lost in the mists of time. The monks surmised it was because of the rise of the concept of private property. With both the Fire Nation and Earth Kingdom practically everything is owned by the individual or, at most, family and it becomes very important to be sure it’s your child that receives an inheritance, not the child of some stranger that impregnated ‘your’ woman. With us Nomads almost all an ‘inheritance’ belongs to the clan.
“Take the Water Tribes as an example. Your culture has a sense of property but not as deeply entrenched as the other two’s. You own your own tents, or homes for the Northern Water Tribe, and other things but you share some things, like boats or food.”
“Well, even if it could catch one by itself, a family would get pretty tired of eating nothing but whale for a few weeks, assuming it didn’t go bad.”
“Now imagine that instead of my seeing Suki naked with the rest of the Warriors you’d caught me peeping at her getting ready for bed or something. You’d be mad but not enraged, right?”
“Right, mostly because you’d be violating her sense of privacy. Peeking at her and the others in that room of the onsen is almost an expectation here in the village.”
“Now imagine what would happen if Zuko caught me peeping at a naked Mai in her bedroom, or even here in the onsen with the other girls.”
“He’d literally burn your ass in a heartbeat,”
“Exactly. His sense of Mai as his exclusive property is much stronger in him than in you. Of course, in these enlightened times, he’s as much her property as well. I would sense that the same thing goes for Earth Kingdom couples – at least in theory a pair expects to enjoy each other’s sexual pleasure exclusively, even same-sex couples like Ariko and Miwa.”
“You know about them?”
“It was hard to miss, but I heard about it from Suki by way of Katara. Anyway, Air Nomads form clans of about a dozen adults to several dozen, plus any young children. You could call them a village except we didn’t live in one spot – we were nomads. Within the group, sex is a shared commodity, just like food, and it strengthens the bonds within the group. Any evening a woman can be shared among several men and, equally, a man is shared among several women. It strengthens the bonds between everyone in the clan. Furthermore if two clans should meet, either by chance or arrangement, there would be a lot of … interchange between the two groups.”
“Wow, that sounds a little weird,” said Sokka. And more than a little intriguing, was his unspoken thought.
“For your culture, yes, but not for ours. That’s why we were cautioned to not talk about it with ‘outsiders.’ I’m only mentioning it to you because that way of life is gone, probably forever. Even if Katara and I have a bunch of kids and every one is an airbender, it would hardly be enough to reestablish that aspect of Air Nomad culture, never mind that they’d be siblings. In any event, the world’s changed in the past hundred years; perhaps it’s time to put aside the original ways.”
“Original?”
“The hypothesis the monks taught us was that way, way back when everyone were hunter gatherers, everyone shared pleasure. It was after the other cultures started to raise crops, settle down into villages then later, cities, did the concepts of property, marriage, and fidelity began to arise.
“One piece of evidence they mentioned was how hard it was for you folk to stay faithful. It’s not all nor even a majority that cheat, but the longing’s always there, isn’t it. I know you’re happy with Suki but I’ve seen you looking at other women with a gleam in your eye, even before this afternoon.”
“Just because I have a fiancée doesn’t mean I’m blind,” grinned Sokka.
“True, but don’t try to lie to me and say you haven’t imagined what it would be like to jump someone else’s bones besides Suki’s – no matter how much you love her.
“Another piece of evidence they offered was what they called female copulatory vocalizations. When you and Suki are getting into it she can be pretty noisy; we all heard it when we were in tents a few months back. I’m guessing I’d be hearing now but for the fact that you’re on the other side of a big building and you don’t want to rub her parents’ noses too hard in the fact you’re poking their daughter.”
“True. We try to be careful but I’ve had to stifle her with a hand over mouth a few times.”
“Same with Katara. Now, why do you suppose girls can be so noisy? According to the monks, it’s them saying, ‘Hey, everybody, we’re having fun. Would you like to join us?’ It’s nature’s way of strengthening bonds, making a group be one, extra-big, happy family – important to our ancient ancestors.”
“Must make it hard to determine the father when someone gets pregnant.”
Aang waved his hand dismissively. “In the Air Nomad culture that was not important. In our clan my mother could have been impregnated by any of eight men and our clan was pretty small. I have no idea which one my father was.”
“How about competition? I can imagine one of the larger fellows grunting, ‘Me want more babies’ and chasing off the other guys in the clan.”
“That would be incredibly rude to say nothing of dangerous. The selfish guy’d find himself cut off from shared food or even not allowed to hunt with the other men. There was competition, but it was what the monks called internal competition, not external – thumping someone to get his mate.”
“Internal competition?”
“Did you ever wonder why the knob on the end of your dick is shaped like it is?”
Sokka glanced down at his limp penis. The foreskin hadn’t started slipping back over his glans so it was still pretty exposed. “To keep my hand from slipping off!” he grinned.
Rolling his eyes a bit Aang said, “It scoops out any semen it encounters inside a vagina. The monks have experimented. They found out when a penis is thrust into a vagina full of cum, when it withdraws, 90% of the contents are removed when it withdraws that first time, and more on subsequent thrusts.”
Sokka thought back to time when he and Suki copulated a second time shortly after a first. Even when she was lying on her back, a lot of white fluid would cascade around their joining the first few thrusts into her. “You might be right.” Then he remembered what Aang had said about not knowing who his father was. “I can’t really imagine not knowing who my father is. Family is pretty important to Water Tribe members.”
“That’s why we were advised to keep mum about it. For that matter, children were raised by the clan as a whole. Infants are even nursed by whoever can give them milk. In a way I had ten mothers and eight fathers. You might have noticed I talk more about missing Gyatso than even my mother; it’s because I was discovered to be the Avatar and taken to a Temple earlier than usual for an Air Nomad child and I find it easier to think about him as an individual; mother is more of a warm memory and one of a group of mothers.”
“So, you wouldn’t mind sleeping with Suki?”
Aang shrugged. “In the unlikely event she offered, plus your permission and double-plus Katara’s I wouldn’t mind but we’re playing by your guys’ rules, not mine.”
Sokka pondered how he’d feel knowing Aang and Suki were screwing or watching them bump uglies. He’d been really turned on watching her on her hands and knees while his sister pleasured her; how would he feel if it was Aang kneeling behind her thrusting his cock into her? A small part of him thought that would be really hot as well. He pushed that thought aside. “So, if sex is a shared commodity, do girls do girls and guys do guys, too?”
“Generally not. I mean, there’s some more flexibility than the other cultures – you’d have to be okay sliding into a lover who’s leaking the cum of the guy who just got off her for example – but most of the physical stuff is heterosexual. There are some clans that are pretty well free for all, and still others that are all men, pleasuring each other and, of course, the same for women.”
“How do you decide which clan’s for you? Do you join your mother’s clan automatically?”
“Not really; in fact that rarely happens. Think about it. If a young man joined his mother’s clan all of the women who were there – at least at the time he was born – would be more or less his mother. As loose as we are about sex, incest’s still a taboo making sleeping with any of them pretty awkward. Same thing for a girl; almost any of the men could have been her blood-father and emotionally they all might as well be. Their opportunities for pleasure would be pretty restricted to those too young to be their parent – and not their brother.”
“I see what you mean.” Sokka was a bit embarrassed at his incestuous fantasies about Katara.
“Once a year all of the wandering clans come together in one spot, this huge meadow, along with the monks and nuns of the four temples who’ve brought us school-age kids. You remember how sex would be shared between two clans meeting together? That went double for the big gathering. There’d be this spot the adults would retire to and during the week-long gathering there’d be this continual fuck-fest, if I can be blunt.”
“Wow.”
“Us kids wouldn’t be allowed of course, but we knew what was going on. It was the only time the monks and nuns would get their jollies and they would be in a group separate from the others – it was the price you’d pay for being extra pious.
“Anyway, around my age or a little later kids would get curious and peek at them, kind of like here in the village with its permanent holes in the onsen. Not always, but it was a cliché that the watching kids would have their own mini-orgy and deflower each other.”
“Wow. So you’re… experienced, then?”
“No, the last gathering I was too shy. I probably would have at the next one but events intervened.”
Thinking the Avatar was remarkably calm about the destruction of his culture, Sokka reached out and squeezed his shoulder. “That’s sad.”
“No sadder than the death of your mother. Like I tried to tell Katara when she went after that guy, you can’t let it ruin your whole life. It’s why I didn’t kill Ozai when I had the chance, just took away his power.”
Thinking the Avatar was uncommonly wise for a twelve-year old kid, Sokka asked the question most on his mind. “So when can the kids join the grown-ups?”
“When adolescents would reach fifteen or sixteen they could join in and after some sampling at that annual gathering, they would also decide which clan they wanted to be with, kind of like the other cultures waiting to fifteen or sixteen before they could get married. A clan wanting some fresh blood would do some recruiting, too. Alternatively, they’d decide to become a monk or nun and stay with one of the temples. Mostly you’d keep your decision the rest of your life but once in a while someone would switch clans or move into a temple – out of a temple not so much.”
“Wow. That’s quite different.”
“I know. That’s why we’d keep our lips buttoned about it.”
Sokka stirred. “Well, I’m figuring the girls ought to be done by now. It’s time for me to go to Suki’s room and engage in some individual boy-on-girl sex.” He grabbed the light yukata he kept in the room for lounging around in the inn and pulled it on before moving to the shōji and sliding it open. Arching an eyebrow at Aang, still lying on the floor he continued, “I’m sure you and Katara have similar plans.”
“We do at that,” grinned the Avatar as the Water Tribesman stepped through and slid the screen closed again.
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Suki hurried down the path leading to the inn her parents owned where she and the rest of the Gaang were staying. It was nearly dark; she and the other girls had spent longer in erotic pleasure than she had anticipated. She hoped Sokka would not be too annoyed.
She left her sandals in the genkan and turned right, toward the area where the family stayed. Pausing just outside the entrance to her room, she listened. She heard nothing but that didn’t mean Sokka was not waiting inside. Figuring he was, she silently put down the large furoshiki she’d used to carry her Warrior kimono and gear home from the bath and loosened the knot in the belt holding her yukata closed. After pulling to reduce the overlap of the light-weight robe to almost nothing she picked up the furoshiki and humming a tune, slid the door screen open.
Despite the darkness in the room she could discern a figure sitting on the floor just inside. When she turned to slide the door shut behind her she deliberately turned to her left, away from the watcher. Walking over to the low dresser, she dropped her bundle beside it then struck a match to light the candle in its holder, then a second. As the light bloomed into the room she heard a growl behind her.
Twirling in feigned surprise she saw Sokka crouching on the floor, leaning forward a bit to put his knuckled hands on the floor in front of him, simulating paws. He was still in his Wolf Warrior makeup, he was nude, and he was erect. “Oh, no! A wolf has gotten into my room!” Sokka growled again and started advancing on hands and knees, teeth bared as she bravely stood her ground. “Go away, you evil beast! Shoo!”
This had no effect and when the evil beast got close enough, he leaped. One of his paws snagged the loose knot at her waist and it fell apart, making the yukata open. “Ahhh! Help!” and the terrified girl turned to run – not very fast since it is hard to pursue quickly on hands and knees – with the yukata streaming behind her. After a lap, the wolf leaped at her back higher than before, just above the collar. By sheer coincidence at that instant she had thrown her shoulders and arms back and the robe fluttered to the floor to be trampled by the wolf in his pursuit.
Now stark naked she made another lap of her bedroom then stopped to turn by her futon. Shielding her breasts with her left forearm and hiding her pubes with her right hand, she grew defiant. “Don’t you come any closer you, you monster!” Growling, he continued to advance then leaped a third time, butting his head into her midriff just above her navel. “Oof!” as she sprawled on her butt atop the futon. “Oh, no!” and she scrambled to her hands and knees to flee some more, but it was too late.
Instantly he was on top of her, forearms on either side of her hips preventing movement. “He’s going to eat me!” but instead of teeth tearing at her soft flesh she felt an insistent probing at the junction of her thighs. “No! Not that!” but it was too late. Without any manual assistance his stiff cock found her wet center and slid deep inside her with one swift stroke.
“Oh, boo, hoo, hoo,” she wailed as the beast thrust into her again and again, reaming her cunny open. “How will I ever tell Papa I’ve been deflowered by a wolf!” The wolf said nothing but growled as he continued his urgent copulation. Once he cheated a bit, opening a hand-paw to fondle a jouncing breast but mostly he stayed with the bestiality script.
The thrusts became more insistent, harder and quicker. Suki imagined a real canine cock was insistently surging in and out of her passage – would it be any less vigorous? Would the knot be able to penetrate, locking them together? Generally Sokka’s lovemaking was gentle and slow, making her climax two or even three times before he held her tight with his own throbbing orgasm. Once in a while, though, just for variety, they both liked a good sexual drubbing. She thrust back, making her taut rear curves slam into his lower abdomen with an audible pop.
Another minute of intense, non-stop copulation passed before Sokka picked up the pace, whimpering in his throat. Suki was whimpering as well, overwhelmed by the intense sensations in her cunt and clit. Suddenly, her ravisher clasped her tighter than ever and held his last thrust deep within her. He howled a quiet, “Aro-o-o!” as his cock throbbed, pulsing hot semen into her belly. Suki groaned in harmony, her own orgasm washing over her, making her quim squeeze its phallic invader.
Shifting his forearms in front of her elbows Sokka laid on top of her back, in full contact from knees to chest. The two of them panted in unison for several moments in the afterglow of a really good climax then he rose a bit and shifted backwards. She felt his half-erect cock slip out of her and she looked under her arm as he moved to her left then rolled onto his side on the futon’s surface, thighs and knees at a right angle to each other.
She then shifted herself, planting her ass against her lover’s abdomen and sitting upright, knees apart and feet on the floor. She dipped a finger into her sopping quim and held it up so Sokka could see the tip, white with smeared semen. “Oh, no,” she intoned, still in character, “The wolf has inseminated me… I wonder if I’ll have puppies.”
Sokka laughed and reached out to caress her thigh at it’s junction with her hip. “You nut.”
She leaned left and snaked her arm across his back to hold the back of his head. “But a good kind of nut,” and she leaned closer to buss him. This put her boobs in easy reach and he held one a moment, rolling the nipple in his fingers. “Still,” she went on, “You put a lot into me. I was afraid you’d stroked it all away earlier.”
“Huh?”
“Well, when you and Aang left before we were finished I figured you went to jack off.”
“… You knew we were there?”
“The sun was behind you casting your silhouettes on the shōji; that round head of Aang’s and wolf tail of yours were pretty unmistakable. I spotted you right away and hand-signaled the others that we were being watched. Honestly, we were putting on a show. Usually we’re not so… vigorous.”
“Hand-signaled?”
“We Warriors can exchange tactical information with gestures. Comes in handy sometimes.”
“I didn’t know you could do that.”
“It’s never come up. You join us for the kata-sessions but the hand code is in separate classes. Katara doesn’t know it either so I whispered to her that her boyfriend and her brother would be watching just before we stood. I think it turned her on. Ty knew because she’s picked the code up quickly. Koko is still learning so Miwa whispered it to her when you were distracted by Ty’s hand-walking.” She arched an eyebrow at him. “My only question was whether you jerked each other off or handled your own dicks. When I was walking home I fantasized you two pleasuring each other like we girls had been.”
“Maybe a little. Aang handled himself then he showed me how much bended water can pleasurable… You didn’t mind we were peeping?”
“I told you before, Sokka, it’s been a tradition for I don’t know how many generations. We girls peek at the guys, too but we’re more willing to do some girl-on-girl action than they are boy-on-boy.” She smiled at him. “You remember that first night we were together how I told you that yours was the first erection I’d seen – it was not the first penis.”
“Ah. Well, we didn’t physically touch. In fact I had to show Aang how.”
“Really?” She was a little disappointed. On the walk home she’d imagined the two of them pleasuring each other, the way the Warriors and Katara had been doing, knowing they were being watched. What would it be like to watch Sokka and Aang stroke the other’s penis, to do a male 69, even take a cock in the ass?
“Yeah. Apparently my sister started… satisfying his needs before he had started pleasuring himself.”
“Good for her! I knew they were active but not before Aang had started pleasuring himself.”
“That was when he showed me how good waterbending is for pleasure.”
“Isn’t it wonderful?”
“It sure is. I mean it’s not like diving into a real quim–” He slipped a hand over her pubic mound and between her thighs. “–but it’s real close.”
She opened her legs to ease his access and reached back to find his limp penis. “I wonder if they’d be willing to do us both?”
He replied, “I don’t know about Katara – she’s my sister after all – but I’d bet Aang surely would,” and told her of the Air Nomads’ way of communal relationships. “Don’t tell Katara anything about this,” he finished. “He doesn’t want her to think he’s anything less than totally in love with her and made me promise she’d never know.”
“I won’t.” She found the thought of having more than one lover oddly exciting. She’d had female lovers by the dozen with her sister Warriors over the years and Katara and Toph more recently, but had assumed Sokka would be her only man. While she certainly was satisfied with his lovemaking – the pulses she was still feeling from her clit were testimony to that – the thought of a cock in mouth and cunt simultaneously made the latter heat.
“Do you think you might want to follow suit?”
Sokka hesitated. “With my sister? No way! And I’m perfectly happy with you.”
Maybe not, then, Suki thought with a little regret and changed the subject. “So, when do you think Katara and Aang will go all the way?”
“Not any time soon and not here in the village, I’m thinking. Katara’s my little sister, after all, and Aang’s even younger.”
“I get the same feeling from Katara during our girl-talk sessions.”
“So let’s change our topic to something a little more pressing: What do you think is for dinner?”
Suki laughed. “You and food.”
“I gotta keep my strength up,” Sokka protested as he gave her erogenous point another stroke. “I have this insatiable woman to keep satisfied.”
“That’s true. I’m looking forward to later this evening,” she said. “Let’s go find out together – after we get dressed.”
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Author’s note: The Air Nomad way of relationships and sex as a shared resource in a hunter-gatherer society is cribbed from Sex at Dawn: The Prehistoric Origins of Modern Sexuality by Christopher Ryan and Calcida Jethá.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sex_at_Dawn
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