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Avatat Tales - Tale 7 - First Time	By : Seaman Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Aang/Katara Views: 255 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-First Time
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First Time
Aang and Katara consumate, then get surprised
MF, FF, MMF, first, Minor2, exhib, voy, borderline incest
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On her knees Katara looked at her brother at the entrance of their tent. “Have fun, Sokka, and come back to tell me what it’s all about.”
“I sure will, Sis. I’m even bringing paper and a stylus to take notes if it’s too complicated to remember.”
With that, he gave Katara a quick embrace, turned and crawled into the entry chamber of the tent, where Suki was already waiting, taking his gauntlets with him. Still kneeling, Katara pulled the two flaps dividing the chamber from the living space so they overlapped each other then put the two smooth cobbles on top of where they lay on the floor. After leaving the small antechamber, just large enough to hold two crawling people, Sokka would do the same to the outer flaps when he and Suki had finished pulling on their mukluks and gauntlets then departed. The big tents everyone in the Southern Water Tribe lived in were all arranged like that so someone could pass from outside to inside and warmth in a hurry if they needed to without any fooling around with toggles, yet any wind outside was blocked, keeping the inside cozy.
The four remaining members of Team Avatar, Aang, Katara, Sokka, and Suki, had at long last arrived from Suki’s village after she and Sokka had been married there, to join Gran Gran and Pakku already living in Hakoda’s tent. Brought out of storage after he and the rest of the Southern Water Tribe warriors had returned, it had been larger than the four members of his family had needed to live in two years before, but since, as newly-elected chief, he needed a place to hold meetings, it had served well.
Now with a newly enlarged family – Sokka and Kanna with their assorted spouses plus Katara and her unassorted boyfriend – it was pretty well filled to comfortable capacity. A good bit of the center was taken up by a compact wood-stove with its tall stovepipe rising to just short of an oculus at the high point of the square tent’s ceiling flanked by a low table they’d sit cross legged at for eating and laying papers upon during meetings, and a small cabinet holding their cookware and dishes. The seven residents slept near the walls on the traditional luxurious piles of furs the Southern Water Tribe still used, a couple to each of three sides and Hakoda by himself, in the pile closest to the tent entrance.
Hakoda had been visibly unhappy about Katara and Aang sleeping in the same bed especially since, as was the tradition, both were nude but really, where else could Aang sleep? Both the other couples were… active in bed; a third wheel would be highly unwelcome, and sleeping in the same bed as his future father-in-law would have been equally disturbing to everyone in the household.
Sokka had quietly taken his father aside and pointed out that the two young lovebirds had had plenty of opportunity to do it all in Suki’s village where Katara’d had her own room. If they hadn’t Done It there – and they hadn’t so far as he knew – they’d hardly start now with five other people within easy earshot. When he’d told Katara about the conversation later he’d added that he hadn’t told their father about any of the sex-play he knew full well they’d indulged in, which had earned him a hug from his sister.
Katara felt the move south had been a mixed blessing. On the one hand she and Aang thoroughly enjoyed sleeping in each other’s arms or spooned all night, something they’d not done in the village. They’d only had quick catnaps in the afterglow of a really good petting session – if so weak a word could be used for what they did alone – afraid of people figuring out what they already knew.
On the other hand their opportunities to continue making out had been sharply curtailed in the tent, what with – as Sokka had pointed out – five other people coming and going with no particular schedule. Neither of them had wanted to be caught naked and panting by Sokka and Suki never mind by the three elders in residence. Accordingly, their mutual pleasure sessions had been limited to finger-work under the covers. The furs were too suffocating to try anything oral under them and, skilled as they both were in waterbending, the noises made in creating their probing tentacles would have been as obvious as if they’d formed them on top of the bedclothes, even to the non-benders present.
They’d gotten into the habit of spooning, usually with Aang in front so precum leaking erections did not get too close to an entirely too-receptive vagina – they’d had one scare already the first time they’d been naked together back in Suki’s home – and bringing each other to mutual orgasm, Katara reaching forward and Aang reaching back. They’d stifle their orgasms to drawn out sighs then bend any sex fluids into a cloth they’d sneaked in under the covers.
Occasionally, late at night when they assumed everyone else was deeply asleep, Katara would dare to lie on her back and draw the fur over them down far enough to expose her breasts to let Aang play with them, caressing the soft flesh, tugging on and sucking her long nipples. Between that and his playing with her tumescent clitoris she’d quickly climax then reciprocated, stroking his erection until her ejaculated into her palm, then licking the semen from it. It was not nearly as satisfying as taking his load directly into her mouth but it would have to do.
Since it was the dead of winter it was too dark and too cold to attempt anything outside the tent, either in a boat or behind a snowbank far from the village. All in all it was highly frustrating for Katara and no less so, she sensed, in the Avatar. She regretted a bit not having gone all the way in the village. At least then they could have spooned sex instead of hand-jobs under the covers. But despite the frustration she did not want their initial consummation to be a furtive affair, just private. Tonight was the first time the chance had arisen.
What made tonight different was that it was the first revival of an old custom the Southerners had practiced before the Hundred Year War had interrupted it, Laundry Night. Held four times a year at the mid-points between equinox and solstice, it was for married couples only and all of them would gather for hours in the huge igloo used for community gatherings. For years Sokka and she had wondered as young kids what went on during the meeting. Plainly, it was not for actually washing laundry which accumulated far too fast to be done but four times a year.
Having been married a couple weeks before in their South Pole village as well as weeks before that in Suki’s Earth Kingdom locale, Sokka and Suki were doubly qualified. This was what the conversation Sokka and Katara had before his departure meant; she at long last was going to find out just what happened during Laundry Night.
Gran Gran and Pakku also qualified, having been married months before Team Avatar arrived. Although technically a widower, as the newly-elected chief, Hakoda also would be there to preside over whatever it was that happened. All this meant that for the first time since they’d arrived, Katara and Aang could count on being alone in the tent for hours.
She had not told Aang that she’d decided to let him to actually mount her. She’d been too afraid something might come up – attendance was not mandatory – or she herself might change her mind. All afternoon, though, the desire for Aang had grown in her, grown to the point where she’d just had to fight the impulse to shove her brother through the entrance. Unless Aang had vehement objections there was no way on earth, under it, or over it, she was going to wait another day bind him to her with the strongest physical tie possible.
Standing up at the entrance, she turned around and saw that Aang was kneeling by the stove’s firebox, busily feeding it with several small pieces of firewood. Clearly his mind was in the same groove as hers; he was making sure the tent would be warm enough that they could be comfortably naked together. She hoped she hadn’t tipped her plan and he was assuming they’d merely pick up where’d they’d left off in the village. She wanted to surprise him with the gift of her – admittedly technical – virginity.
Skirting her father’s bed by the entrance she turned right a bit to walk between the table and her brother’s bed to stand by the head of her own. The stove door was on this side so she had a fine view of her boyfriend as he put a last stick and closed the door. Her heart was beating rapidly and she had the same butterfly feeling low in her belly – about halfway between her navel and her clit – she’d had the afternoon they were first naked together.
Aang stood and they spent a moment smiling at each other. Both were dressed in a Water Tribe day robe, a light-weight cotton garment that reached about halfway down their thighs. When Suki had first seen one she’d said, except for being Water Tribe blue, they looked very much like happi, a shorter version of the yukata everyone had habitually worn while they’d sojourned at her parents’ ryokan in the village.
As one the two lovers untied the knot holding the belt closed, then opened their day robes before shedding the light garments behind them. Since by tradition neither had worn any smallclothes they were instantly nude, the first time in weeks they’d been able to openly admire each others’ bodies.
Katara felt her nipples tighten from Aang’s frank appraisal of her erogenous zones, gaze pausing at bush and breasts before taking in her face. For her part she noticed his mind had indeed been in the same groove as hers; his stiff penis rose at a jaunty angle from his bare pubis. It was hardly surprising – when she’d walked to her bed she’d detected that subtle sliding sensation between her legs that informed her that her cunny was already well lubricated; she was aroused as he was.
“Oh, Aang,” she said, throwing her arms wide.
“My beautiful Forever Girl,” he replied, throwing his own arms open as they stepped into an embrace.
Had they moved directly moved towards each other, Aang still being a touch smaller than his lover, ran the risk of his erect cock sliding between her thighs and along her vulva to wind up dangerously close to her opening. Well aware of this they closed the distance between them with a practiced slight offset then, as they touched, moved sideways to wind up directly in front of each other. This meant his erection would touch her hip then get dragged sideways as they moved, the tip dragging through the top margin of her pubic hair.
With his missing foreskin, Aang had told her how good the tight curls felt brushing his corona and she equally enjoyed the sensation of a firm phallus moving across her lowest abdomen and the snail trail of precum it sometimes left. They pulled each other in tight, hands on asses, and Katara thrilled at the feeling of the firm member being compressed between them, knowing it would be soon entering her.
The hugging – nude or not – they were quite used to so, eyes closed, they perfectly synchronized their head tilts as they moved in and kissed. Katara brushed Aang’s lips with her tongue and was rewarded with the feel of his own. They played tongue tag, first in his mouth then hers, the wet, muscular sensations taking her back to that first thrilling kiss they’d shared in Ba Sing Se.
She felt Aang’s right hand slip from her ass, up her back, then around, in search of her left breast. She cheated left a bit and he slipped between them, pushing the soft flesh upward and passing a couple fingers over the long nipple giving her a thrill and making it even firmer than it already was. “Oh, Aang,” Katara sighed and she leaned back from him, shifting her hands up to his waist so she could clear both breasts. The sensation of his cock shifting between them reminded her anew how they were to be treading new ground with tonight’s session. He took advantage of her offering and caressed both mammaries, rolling the nipples in his fingers hard enough to be erotic without being painful.
For her part, she looked down to see the full length of her lover’s cock sideways between them. For the umpteenth time that day thinking of it buried in her belly made a thrill go through its target. It was the next step in her erotic journey, started years ago when she’d discovered how good it felt to caress her clitoris at age ten. As puberty changed her developing body she’d escalated to inserting a finger into her quim and tweaking her nipples for quite some time before the next step, pleasure with a partner.
That had been a rapid escalation for in Ba Sing Se it was only a few weeks between her kissing Aang, letting him suck her nipples, and Suki teaching her, and Toph, that women can make love too and she’d had a tongue in her pussy as well as someone else’s fingers. After that intimacy she and Suki’d had long, frank discussions about sex with the latter telling her that while taking her brother’s cock in her mouth was very intimate there was nothing quite like feeling it slide deeply into her belly. The ultimate intimacy, Suki said, would be taking it in her ass but she was still working up to that, letting him finger her back door.
Scarcely had those memories crossed Katara’s mind when Aang suddenly reenacted his first steps with her, moving his hips back, making her hands slip off his sides, leaning forward and down, then capturing her left nipple in his mouth. He sucked it rhythmically as Katara closed her eyes and felt around between them. She found his erection, back at its forty-five degree angle, grasped it, and began squeezing it in time with his sucking. She groaned aloud and Aang, his mouth full of boob, moaned in response. The buzz on her pulsating nip only heightened the erotic sensations she was having.
Suddenly he released her with a quiet snick. “Careful with that squeezing or it’ll go off in your hand. I’ve really got the hots for you tonight.”
“We wouldn’t want that now, would we,” she smiled, thinking, More than you realize, and only lightly teased the notch in his glans’ underside as she released him.
Stepping back, she bent over to throw back the fur coverlet on her bed, revealing the one they slept on top of. She gathered the pillows, moved them to the opposite end, closer to the stove’s warmth, then punched them into firmness after kneeling before them. Satisfied, she rolled over and settled back on the pillows, her torso at a forty-five degree angle.
Katara knew full well how much her boyfriend liked to watch her do things when she was naked and she had done nothing to minimize the movements of her jiggly bits or glimpses of her pussy. Sure enough, Aang had that sappy smile he got when watching her nude movements. She stretched her legs out parallel and raised her arms in invitation. Erection wobbling, he straddled her legs, dropped to his knees, then slid his legs back to settle part of his weight on her legs. This put his hips – and his hard-on – just above her knees. She could feel the firm rod nestle between her thighs. He zeroed in on her right nipple – the one not tended to yet – and drew it in deeply. Erotic pulses from it ran down her spine with each suck, diffusing in her pussy.
Aang reached up with his right hand to find her left nipple. He started to caress the firm flesh, sliding the erect, dark protuberance between thumb and forefinger. Katara returned the favor by parting her legs a bit. Aang’s cock slipped between her thighs, she closed her legs to trap it, and began flexing her hips ever so slightly, caressing the engorged shaft. Both of them began moaning quietly, egging each other on. The passion rising in her, Katara instinctively opened her legs making Aang settle onto the bed’s surface. Still sucking on her right nipple, he abandoned the left and passed his hand down her torso, rolling to his left to make room between them, pressing against her right thigh. Feeling the change, she moved her left leg wider affording him access to her center.
Changing their path to her midline his fingers glided over her ribs and onto her abdomen at the base of her sternum. She felt one momentarily dip into her navel as they passed on their way to her lower belly then pause at the top margin of her pubic hair. He had always been fascinated by her hairy badge of sexual maturity even though – perhaps because – he shaved his own, and paused his hand’s journey south to play with it. Pressing firmly into her belly he let the tight curls pass between his fingers then pulled upward, straightening them momentarily as the hair slipped through. Dropping down to burrow through the thicket again they reached her lovemound. She felt the middle finger reach her labial cleft and press into it to make it spread, flanked by its fellow fingers.
She began to moan as he pressed on between her legs, seeking her most sensitive erogenous point. Between the fact it was much larger than most girls’ and he had done this a number of times before, he soon found it: The base of her clitoral shaft. He slid two fingers down the length of it, not on the firm rod itself but rather the loose skin of its hood, until he was just short of the glans. Reversing direction he moved back down the shaft, dragging the prepuce with it.
“Oh, Aang, your fingers feel so good,” murmured Katara as he stimulated her nodule. Waves of pleasure radiated from it up into her lower belly stoking a fire there.
Taking her comment to heart, her lover suddenly released her nipple and rose up and back onto his hands and knees. She had a momentary glimpse of his suspended erection aimed at her as he continued back to sit on folded legs. He moved his hands to the insides of her thighs. She grasped the backs of her knees to hold them apart and rolled her pelvis off of the bed’s surface to offer her flower. He parted her outer labia with both index fingers then grasped the inner between thumbs and index fingers to pull the loose flesh apart and expose her roseate inner core. He bent forward and she could feel his tongue push back her clitoral hood, then his lips close on the tumescent glans within.
He pushed his lips down, letting the shaft slide deeper into his mouth as he teased the small notch on the underside of her glans – so similar to a male cockhead in miniature – with his tongue. He had been performing cunnilingus on her for some months now, and was far more skilled at reading her desires and acting upon them than those first sessions back in Suki’s village.
Right on cue she felt two fingers dancing at her entrance, then slide inside, penetrating the wet heat of her passage. When fully inside her, he hooked them behind her pubic bone, searching for that special spot inside her vagina. He soon found it and the pleasurable pulses from inside her box merged with those from her clit to set her afire, first in her belly then spreading to the rest of her until she imagined every place she came to a point, fingers, toes, and nipples, even her nose, was emitting a small flame.
Pulling his fingers from her quim, he slipped down to penetrate her with his tongue. He had told her how he savored the tasted of her juices while she, in turn, thoroughly enjoyed the sensation of his muscular lingual digit, so unlike fingers or bended water. After a few moments he returned to her clit. It was the quickest way to drive her to orgasm, doubtless the first of several he was intending this evening. It was long enough he could actually suck it into his mouth while massaging the underside with his tongue, female fellatio in miniature. During her erotic sessions with Suki, the Warrior had confessed she was a bit jealous. Sokka and Katara could only lick her more normal-sized clitoris instead of taking it into her mouth
As he sucked her whole shaft in Katara felt the urge to fuck grow hotter in her. She pulled her doubled legs a bit wider with her hands and rolled her pelvis upward, thrusting her pussy into his face. Had he but known, deep into surrendering to her erotic emotions, Katara would have had no objections whatsoever if he’d suddenly reared back and thrust his cock into her cunt. He didn’t though, and continued their making-out policy of everything but the ultimate goal of penis in vagina.
Moments later it happened. His tongue swirling around her lovebutton flushed all conscience thought from her head save groaning, “Oh, Aang,” as her passage – indeed her entire pelvic floor – rhythmically contracted in the first really good orgasm she’d enjoyed since they’d arrived back home. Well versed in eliciting the best climax possible in his girlfriend, Aang kept stimulating her until her convulsions subsided and she caressed the top of his shaved head.
He sat upright as she opened her eyes and looked down on her a little bit smug. Fluids were running from his chin, down onto his throat and upper chest. “I made you squirt. It’s been a while since I’ve accomplished that.”
Katara couldn’t stop smiling. “Indeed. That was a far better orgasm than those furtive little hand jobs under the covers.”
Releasing her legs, she kept them doubled as she put her knees to the bed’s surface and pushed herself upright with her hands. Aang leaned back as she did so, also propping his upper body up with his hands. This made his erection proudly rise from between his thighs, the rigid shaft with its drooling tip nearly vertical. Plainly he was expecting reciprocal oral sex, and why not? They’d exchanged countless orgasms in Suki’s village stopping only a few times from exhaustion, more frequently when they’d run out of time.
Theoretically as a female, Katara had a greater capacity for consecutive orgasms than Aang but they had discovered that at age twelve, the Avatar could achieve another erection and climax after the shortest of refractory periods, especially with Katara’s ever more skillful oral and manual stimulation, to say nothing of bended water.
Rather than leaning forward to take him into her mouth, Katara wordlessly motioned that Aang should stand up. Smiling, he did so and, cock wobbling, stepped off of the furs to the more stable floor of the tent, then turned to face his girl expectantly, arms crossed. Katara slid over opposite him. The bed’s surface was a good two hands higher than the floor and that was just enough to put her head a little above the bounding tip of his penis.
She looked up at him a long moment then bent her attention to his cock. Somewhat larger than when they’d first started in the village, it still looked quite youthful, especially since, following Air Nomad custom, Aang shaved what little pubic hair he managed to grow. Above a bare pubis his stiff phallus angled upward, the naked glans darker than the veined shaft, and below an equally naked ballbag contained his two testes. The foreskin was missing she knew, but having seen Sokka’s erection twice – the last time a couple weeks ago when he and Suki had exuberantly consummated their second marriage here at the South Pole – she knew it looked very similar to an intact cock with its foreskin drawn back.
That consummation was, in fact, the reason she’d schemed her surprise for Aang tonight. Married by Earth Kingdom standards, Sokka and Suki had not stopped copulating after arriving south where they were not, yet, but had been discrete, rising and falling covers and quiet sighs being the only betrayal of their nocturnal activities so the rest of the inhabitants in the tent could pretend they didn’t know anything. The night of their wedding, though, Suki was on top and had thrown all modesty – to say nothing of the covers – to the wind.
Katara and Aang had been in their usual position, spooned with him against her front, when they’d both hard the unmistakable sounds of foreplay from the honeymoon couple behind them. After a glance at each other, they’d both silently rolled to face the other way, Aang pressed behind her, head over her shoulder. When the family retired for the night they habitually left a lamp or two burning so people could find the honey bucket easily so there was sufficient light to dimly see what was going on, less than a span away.
The four beds were arranged along the four walls if the tent and with their bed at a right angle to Katara and Aang’s, the amorous couple had been in their usual position, their feet towards herself and Aang, heads towards their father on the opposite side. When Suki threw aside the cover, she’d been straddling her groom’s hips with her back towards them. There was sufficient light to make out her bare back and the two soft spheres of her ass. “Wow,” whispered Aang in her ear softly.
Katara knew Aang had seen Suki not only nude before, but being sexual. He and Sokka both had peeped at her and other Kyoshi Warriors – plus Katara – once as they’d cavorted in the public bathhouse. The girls had detected the watchers and put on an extra special performance for them, and Suki had let her brother know they knew before screwing his brains out later that afternoon. Whether he’d told Aang they’d been busted Katara did not know; Aang had not brought up the subject with her.
That had been girl-on-girl action, though. Tonight’s action was obviously going to be heterosexual in nature. Although Katara had seen her brother masturbate once and she had pleasured Suki and other Warriors a number of times, she’d never really seen a man and woman fuck; her parents’ under the covers coupling when she was little was a dim memory. Likewise, from what Aang had told her, from age four when he’d been discovered as the new Avatar he’d been living in the all-male environment of the Southern Air Temple with only the seriously celibate monks in attendance. While sexual pleasure was important in their culture – the boys had had plenty of lessons on what to do with a female eventually – there’d been no demonstrations or opportunities to practice their lessons. The two of them had watched that night’s activities in silent awe.
Suki was sliding back and forth on Sokka’s erection. The round moons of her ass trembled as she’d stimulated her pussy, his balls in their loose sack rising as she slid up then plopping back onto the bed’s surface as she reversed to slide back down. She was alternating between looking down at where her outer labia were doubtless forced apart by his stiff rod and throwing her head back in ecstasy.
With the noise Suki was making Katara figured her father had to be awake. If so he must have been enjoying a good look at her breasts – so much larger than her own. When she’d arrived at the South Pole Suki’d been surprised that Katara had not been exaggerating the casual nudity living in a large tent engendered. She’d shyly used a larger towel than Katara to not only shield her pubes, as did Katara, but also her boobs from Hakoda, Pakku, and even Aang when she walked to the corner to bathe with a bucket. It wasn’t large enough to wrap around her though, and Katara had noticed the three men exchanging glances as they’d admired her sister-in-law’s bare backside. Now, hands on her thighs as she worked their naughty bits, her entire front would have been in full view to Hakoda.
Scarcely had that thought gone through Katara’s mind when Suki’d paused. Leaning forward she braced herself with her left hand as she raised her hips. No longer pressed against his belly, Sokka’s erect cock had risen at an angle. Reaching in front of her hip, Suki’s right hand appeared to grasp it and raise it to almost vertical. The watchers had plainly made out the whole phallus, from the clefted glans to where the root was lost in a fleshy ballbag more pendulous than Aang’s, the entire area gleaming wetly from her secretions.
Above, the hind part of Suki’s vulva had also been wet. The outer labia were almost hairless compared to Katara’s, her inner were also shorter yet still long enough to obscure her vaginal opening. Suki’d known where it was, though; she’d unerringly moved down and back a bit until half of Sokka’s glans disappeared from view. Shifting her right hand to brace as well, she’d paused a long moment, then slowly impaled her cunt with her husband’s cock. “Oh, Suki-i-i-i,” Sokka murmured as he’d entered her.
Mounting complete, she’d begun to copulate. Slowly at first, Katara and Aang could easily discern how Sokka’s penis forced her muscular passage apart as it slid in, making a subtle wet sound of flesh sliding on flesh. With each stroke Suki’s personal lubricant had squelched out to slide down her lover’s shaft. It had been incredibly stimulating to watch and Katara’s cunny tingled in sympathy with the abuse of Suki’s. Naturally, Aang had found it arousing as well and Katara had felt his growing erection between her legs. “Sorry,” Aang had whispered quietly and tried to withdraw.
“It’s okay, Aang – I can hardly blame you.” She’d grasped his young manhood as it grew.
“I could lie in front.” Despite all their sex play, except for one accidental touch that first afternoon they’d been naked together, they’d been careful to keep their genitals apart.
Katara wasn’t sure he could impregnate her. His first ejaculations she’d seen, the semen had been almost all transparent with only a few flecks of white. She suspected the flecks were the parts actually containing sperm and they’d slowly increased to around half the volume in the ensuing months, quite unlike the solid translucence of Sokka’s cum she’d seen once and confirmed by Suki in their many girl-talks.
Still, it only took one spermatazoa for disaster and the many spurting climaxes they’d shared had been in her mouth or on her breasts or in bended water – anywhere but near her vagina. The reason they spooned with him in front was to keep any dream-inspired erections from burrowing between her thighs. “No; they’d have to stop pretending we’re not watching. Let’s just be careful.” There’d been no way she could watch her brother and best friend fuck without engaging in some petting of the heaviest sort with her boyfriend.
She’d reached down to grasp his penis, fully erect by now and, adjusting the angle of her hips and pushing back while he pressed forward, ensured there’d been no contact with her vulva until his tip touched her engorged clitoris, far enough she’d figured from her vestibule to be safe. Location definitely known, she’d changed her grip so her four fingers were along the length of his penis’ underside and let their two glandes slide against each other, the head of her lovebutton bumping over his corona.
He’d begun softly thrusting in time with Suki’s rise and falls and the synchronized visual and physical stimuli had sorely tempted Katara into drawing away as he drew back, then guiding him into her hole. The two-fold desire for her first real time to be more romantic and fear of pregnancy stopped her. She had a box of Water Tribe eggs stashed away – her contraceptive of choice – but even if she’d precisely known where it had been stored, pausing long enough to find it, break the seal, pull one out, and insert it into her quim would have broken the spell. Instead she’d pretended she and her boyfriend were making love while watching her brother and Suki.
Suki had sped up her thrusting and Sokka was thrusting up every few strokes to drive his cock deeper into her, making her give a quiet whimper. Aang had increased his tempo as well, but the couple fucking for real still beat him to their climax. “Oh, Sokka,” was the biggest clue as Suki’d kept thrusting but moments later, he’d put both hands on the top of her thighs to force her down as he thrust up to hold it, indulging in that male instinct to ejaculate as deeply as possible into a receptive cunt.
Just as they’d both relaxed, panting, Aang’s own orgasm had hit. Obeying his own instincts, he grasped her hips to hold her tight as his penis slid up her lovemound, began to throb, then spurt under her fingers. Knowing his cum was soaking into her pubic hair had in turn triggered Katara’s climax in turn and she silently enjoyed the clenching of her own empty box along with her throbbing clitty as she pressed back into him. He shifted close to her ear and again whispered in the softest possible voice, “Sorry,” he apologized a second time. She reached back to stroke his head, letting him know it was all right.
After a few more moments Suki had shifted, raising her hips. Her husband’s wet cock slipped out of her and as she’d continued straighten her knees, her snatch had started drooling, doubtless leaving a trail of fresh cum on his lower belly, although the two watchers couldn’t see it. She shifted to the side then laid down facing him while Sokka rolled toward her. The last thing of interest Katara and Aang had seen before the fur was thrown back over was four intertwined feet. They could hear the sweet nothings the two lovers murmured while nuzzling but not quite make them out.
Figuring it was time to start cleaning up their own mess, as silently as she could Katara had pulled back the fur coverlet over them as she rolled onto her back. The lines of Aang’s semen had continued above her pubic hair finally stopping about halfway to her navel. She’d bended herself dry, including her vulva which was also leaking its own fluids, although not nearly as much as Suki’s had been. She’d reached out her senses and collected the sex fluids off Aang’s pubis, penis, and scrotum then added it to the marble-sized sphere quivering in the air between them. Finally she scanned the furs they were lying on and lifted all of the wet spots to add them to the collection.
Then, looking at Aang’s eyes gleaming at her in the dark she’d silently grinned before dividing the sphere into two and sent one part into into his mouth and the other into hers. He’d just enough time to say a quiet, “Yum,” before she’d stopped him with a cum-flavored kiss. Both of them had then rotated under the covers so they were in their more usual position, spooned with Aang’s dangerous weapon in front.
That night had kindled a desire in Katara though, a desire their furtive finger-jobs under the covers did not satisfy. After some thought she’d remembered about Laundry Night and had “casually” remarked to Sokka that he and Suki qualified to attend and would be able to find out what the big mystery the two siblings had had for years was all about. To her delight he’d replied he remembered and fully intended attending the event. Likewise, Gran Gran had persuaded Pakku to attend with her. After that, knowing that she and Aang would be alone for some time, it had been a wait for the calendar to arrive at the date with an increasing, yet pleasant, tingling in her belly.
Slowly she leaned forward and down to lick the cerulean tattoo on his left leg, just above the knee. Slowly she licked upwards, following the blue up the front of his thigh then moving inboard until she was at his groin, firmly in the space between his leg and the bulge of his scrotum. As erotically as she could she passed over Aang’s left testis. Between his youth and his excitement it was in more of a round lump at the base of his cock than the looser sack her brother had. Knowing the ball within would pop into his groin at the slightest provocation, she lightly swiped her tongue sideways to its companion on the right. Besides, she knew from experience a light touch on the hair-free bulge was more exciting to him.
She then licked up the right side of his cock, pushing it a little to the side, until she reached its corona. After teasing it a moment she slid back down and crossed to the left side, feeling the soft tube of his urethra pass under her tongue, then up the length of his shaft on the left to tease the rim again. She lingered, passing her tongue several times around the rim until he said, “Oh, Katara, that feels so good.”
Looking up at him she smiled and said, “It’s been a long while, hasn’t it.” The two lovers had not indulged in any oral sex since they’d arrived at the village – the tent had been too crowded and they had been too shy.
“Too long!” Aang exclaimed. During the sojourn in Suki’s village they’d had plenty of privacy and indulged in sex play of all sorts almost every day once they got rolling.
“I’m just getting started,” then grasping the base of his penis between the thumb and index finger of her left hand to hold it steady, she returned to tease its tip with her tongue, paying particular attention to the clefted underside and its frenulum. She marveled at the texture of his soft glans with the firm flesh of the shaft underneath. His breathing grew louder and when she judged the moment right, she pulled his cock closer to vertical, leaned over a bit, and popped the whole head into her mouth. Still teasing the cleft with her tongue she bobbed back and forth a bit, letting the rim pass over her closed lips several times, then paused to give his whole glans a mighty suck, eliciting a groan from her lover.
Dropping her hand to prop herself up she resumed her back and forth motions, ever so slowly letting him deeper into her mouth. Her lips passed further down the stiff shaft with each bob and the blunt head delved ever deeper into her mouth. Finally her lips contacted his shaved pubis at the base of his cock; she had taken in his whole length.
He is getting bigger, Katara reflected. That first magical afternoon they’d seen each other nude she’d easily fitted his entire adolescent cock into her mouth. Now the end was firmly at the back of her throat. Much more and she was going to have to learn to control her gag reflex. Suki had been working on accepting all of Sokka’s cock – easily twice the length of Aang’s twelve-year old specimen – and had told Katara that was the main obstacle.
She drew back until his corona was at her lips, then down much more rapidly to touch his pubis again. Again and again she repeated, fucking him with her mouth, sucking him when just the glans was inside. There was an occasional slurp when her seal was broken and Aang began to moan softly from the erotic pleasure his girlfriend was giving him. With practiced skill she was reading his reactions and when she judged he was close to climax, she suddenly stopped.
Releasing him, she backed away, looking up into his eyes instead of at the red, wet, twitching cock in front of her. She settled back against the pillows so she was again propped up and raised her knees to spread them a bit as Aang asked a little plaintively, “Aren’t you going to finish?”
It was a fair question. That first time she’d had his cock in her mouth she’d shown no hesitation in fellating him to climax and swallowing his ejaculate. Besides the manual and bended water orgasms since then, they’d shared oral sex more times than they could easily recall mostly into her mouth – he’d ejaculated on her breasts only for the variety and an excuse to lick semen off of her nipples.
She began looking at the base of her bed to the left, the side towards the tent wall. “Of course,” she answered casually as she found the box she’d stashed there earlier that afternoon. “But it won’t be by mouth, or hand, or water this time.”
She laid the wooden box on her abdomen, broke the paper seal, and slid back the top enough to reveal the round shapes inside. Plucking one out revealed it was egg shaped and had a pale green surface decorated with darker green flecks. Sliding the lid closed again she stashed the box beside the bed as she held the egg, about the size of a pigeon’s real egg, in her right hand. She rolled her pelvis to bring her knees up by her shoulders. This effectively displayed her cunt to Aang. Spreading her inner labia wide with her left hand, egg between the thumb and forefinger, she found her vaginal opening with her right. She inserted the egg then used her middle finger to push it deeply into her passage. She’d never actually used an egg before and it felt cool for a moment before her body heat began to melt it.
Finished with the process of making herself safe, she relaxed her legs to plant her feet on the bed, knees wide apart. With a broad smile she looked up at Aang as she opened arms in invitation. His eyes were wide open in astonishment. He’d never seen the box of eggs before, nor its predecessor obtained by a hopeful Katara at the North Pole and given to Suki when she and Sokka had started banging months ago, but she had told her boyfriend what steps Water Tribe women took to prevent pregnancies. That she’d finally opened the box and stuffed an egg into her pussy clearly meant she was offering something more than fellatio this evening.
“Are you sure?” he asked in wonder.
“Quite,” Katara said firmly. “I’ve been thinking about this moment since we watched Suki and Sokka’s honeymoon… consummation. If you chicken out on me now I’ll have wasted an egg and there’s only a dozen in the box.” She didn’t mention she could easily obtain another box. She slid down off of the pillows a bit so her shoulders were flat on the bed leaving just her head raised.
A big grin bloomed over Aang’s face. “You’ve talked me into it!” He dropped to his knees on the bed’s surface then turned towards her. He braced himself on his hands as he simultaneously slid closer and settled on his ankles, damp erection wobbling in all directions. Still short of Katara’s proffered pussy, he leaned forward and placed his hands on the insides of her thighs to push her legs a bit further apart. Leaning even further, he touched his tongue to the center of her long inner labia. Although they were quite long and complicated enough to obscure her vestibule, months of cunnilingus had left Aang with plenty of experience locating things by lingual touch. He slid down the center of her slit, located her hole, and pushed his tongue deeply into her.
“I’m quite ready for you,” chided Katara. “Stop fooling around and make me a woman.”
“I just wanted to see if that egg made you taste different – it didn’t.”
“I’ve heard that the herbs are quite bitter. It’s probably too deep to taste. I suppose if I laid here a while and kept clenching my pussy it’d be forced out to where you can get a sample, but I’m not interested in that right now.”
She reached out to grasp behind her knees and pulled them closer to her chest. This rolled her pelvis off of the bed’s surface and Aang moved closer so the insides of his thighs slid under the outside of her hips. His erection was now suspended over her rose cunny, only its stiffness keeping it from touching her. Aang negated that by placing his fingers along his cock’s length and pushing it downward into contact with his lover’s quim.
From the base of his balls somewhere in the vicinity of her opening to the flared head of his cock, Katara could feel his rigidity against her own genitals. He moved the end back and forth a bit, parting her inner labia and pushing back her clitoral hood until both their glandes were rubbing each other. This was a lot more pleasurable, a lot more extended than that accidental contact they’d had some months before when they’d discovered simply humping a bended water sphere didn’t work so well when they climaxed.
Aang rose off his haunches slightly and Katara rested her knees on his shoulders, draping her lower legs down his back. Still working his phallus back and forth he moved back slightly so that its end traveled the length of her cunt, from clitoris, past the meatus of her urethra, and below to her vagina. He moved forward until just the tip penetrated her; she could feel herself pushed open to receive him.
With her raised hips, Katara could see all of her hair-covered love mound and even a good bit of her vestibule, especially her extra-large clitty. Her hole was not visible though, not without rolling her pelvis even further, and her view of Aang’s bare pubis was cut off before it reached the base of his cock. She raised her gaze to lock eyes with him and gave the smallest of nods. He moved his hands to the bent junction of her hips and thighs, rose up a bit, and with one smooth push violated her cunt with the entire length of his cock.
It didn’t hurt. As she had predicted, years of masturbation had long ago rendered her hymen moot. Neither was it particularly stretching her canal. Aang, Suki, and other Warriors had thrust two or three bunched fingers into her pussy many times and Aang’s adolescent penis was not yet as big in circumference as those. This was to say nothing of bended water tentacles. The first time they’d been naked together Aang had used one to dilate her to the point of walking funny the next day. She had exacted her revenge by stretching his anus later and their subsequent forays had been more temperate. Even those lesser penetrations had been far bigger than any man’s cock, never mind Aang’s.
Still, it was a penis inside her now, far more solid than any bended water. Plus, it was her lover’s penis in the act of consummating their love for each other. This emotion overwhelmed the supine waterbender and she groaned, a drawn out, heartfelt, “Oh-h-h-h,” in harmony with Aang’s identical sigh.
Aang slowly pulled back, she could feel the invader inside her retreat, then he pushed it in again. “This feels so good, Katara – so much better than the monks’ descriptions, or even Sokka’s.
“Yes.” She recalled Suki’s attempted descriptions of how it felt when she and Sokka fucked then given up in frustration. Evidently her brother and Aang’d had similar conversations. She watched in fascination as the root of his cock appeared above her dark pubic hair only to disappear again as he thrust into her receptive quim.
He leaned forward to grasp both her breasts and torture her turgid points, rolling them in his fingers. The sensations from her nipples joined that from her cunt, igniting a fire deep in her belly. She grasped his forearms to encourage him and began meeting his thrusts with her own upward thrusts, forcing him deeper into her.
They slowly copulated silently for another few minutes, grinning at each other, then Katara shifted her hands to push back on his shoulders. “Lie on top of me, Aang. I want to hug you.” Without a word, the Avatar moved his hands off her breasts onto the bed of either side of her, pulled out so his stiff cock flipped into view, reddened and gleaming from her wet friction, then slid his knees back so that it wobbled onto her lovemound. Rolling a bit to the side, he grasped his penis in his right hand, cocked his pelvis to draw it back, and pushed it down out of sight between her legs. She felt it find her opening then, without guidance, he lowered his hips to drive it into her again.
She wrapped her arms around his upper back to hold him tightly as he buried his head into the angle between neck and shoulder and began slowly thrusting again. He was, she surmised, savoring the sensations of cock and cunt being used on each other – she certainly was. Her canal was being pushed apart by its insistent invader, only to close up again as he withdrew. Just as she was penetrated to his fullest extent, his bare pubis pressed into her turgid clitoris, sending an additional wave of pleasure up her spine.
Perhaps because it was her first fuck, she was acutely aware of her senses, especially touch. His quiet sighing in her ear was quite plain but also the glick of her violated vagina was audible. The tangy musk of her pussy-juice was in her nostrils; she wondered if the more grassy smell of Aang’s semen would be detected once he’d ejaculated. Besides the internal pleasure from her quim, pulses of pleasure from her nipples, trapped between their chests, as they rolled back and forth from his motions. Even her fingertips were exquisitely sensitive.
She released her hold on her lover and passed them over his back. She discovered she could sense his tattoo, the texture of the blue-inked skin on the back of his neck subtly different than the unaltered. She passed her hands down from his shoulders, tracing the borders on either side of his spine until she reached the shallow crater of the scar Azula had inflicted upon him. He’d told her it didn’t hurt but it marred the perfection of his bare back she’d admired so often as they’d lain together after their sex-play.
Continuing on down she traced the blue band over the small of Aang’s back and onto his sacrum which was moving up and down as he thrust into her. There it split to take separate, narrower paths onto each of his cheeks but first she took a short detour to tease the very top of his ass-cleft. Returning to the twin trails she passed her fingertips over the fullest part of his ass cheeks then down and inward. From seeing it before she knew the tattoos crossed his pelvic floor, drawing together to not quite meet on either side of his scrotum then separating as they emerged at the top of his thighs and continued down the front of each leg.
Katara could not reach that far though. Lying flat, her fingertips reached just a bit further than his gluteal creases. Taking advantage of that, she pressed in then upward, filling her palms with his ass-flesh and urging him to penetrate her deeper. She drew her knees up to her shoulders and spread them to encourage this.
Accurately reading his girlfriend’s intentions, Aang picked up the pace and firmness of his thrusts. His bare pubis slammed into her outsized clit, each touch sending a shock up her spine. This, combined with the sensation of his cock violating her cunt, made her eager for completion. Hands rising and falling with each thrust she began kneading the soft flesh. “Cum inside me,” she pleaded. “I want to feel your seed fill my belly.”
The words must have triggered his orgasm for he suddenly raised his head from her neck. Eyes closed, face grimacing, he said quietly, “Oh, Katara-a-a,” as he ground their pubic bones hard against each other. Deep inside her, she could feel his penis swell then throb in his spurting climax. Suki had told her she could always feel Sokka’s cock throbbing when he climaxed. only sometimes could she detect he was ejaculating inside her. Katara could certainly feel Aang, the hot semen pulses striking deep within her blind channel.
The two of them lay panting for a few moments. Slowly Katara lowered her legs, feeling the insides of her thighs slide along Aang’s hips until she could plant her feet on the bed, knees raised and far apart. He smiled down on her and she smiled back before momentarily raising her head for a quick, affectionate buss. “I guess we did it,” he said quietly.
“We sure did.”
“But I was too quick – you didn’t climax.”
“No, but that’s okay. I had a good one from your tongue earlier and, anyway I kind of go away for a bit when I climax. I wanted to be there to feel your first orgasm inside me. It felt wonderful.”
“Sokka’s told me about feeling Suki’s box squeezing him when she comes. I wanted to see what it felt like.”
She caressed the top of his shaved head. “We’ve got plenty more chances to get it right. We’ll probably accomplish it yet tonight.”
His eyes dancing at the thought of more coital activities, he said, “You know what I wish?”
“What’s that, Aang?”
“I wish—” He broke off suddenly and looked sharply over his left shoulder toward the tent’s entrance. Katara raised her head and looked in the same direction for she’d heard the same thing he had: Muffled voices in the vestibule. A pair of gauntleted hands appeared to part the curtained entrance immediately followed by Sokka’s head.
He was looking over his right shoulder and they now heard his voice plainly. “–didn’t know it was so boring, Suki; I’ve never been to one before—”
Aang jumped like a scalded cat. There was a momentary sliding sensation in Katara’s quim as he pulled out and, augmented by airbending, rose a full span into the air, then slowly settled into a folded crouch beside his lover, chest on his thighs and arms wrapped around his knees. Katara had watched with open-mouthed astonishment his semi-erect, reddened penis wobbling in all sorts of directions before disappearing under him as he landed.
Presumably catching the movement out of the corner of his eye, Sokka’s head had whipped around to watch his trajectory with an open mouth, paralyzed with surprise. His butt had stopped just inside the tent and Suki’s gauntlets passed through the seam of the doorway to give it a shove. Mechanically he crawled forward another three paces without taking his eyes off of the two lovers, immediately followed by his wife who was complaining. “Whatever did you stop for, Sokka? It’s cold out there… Oh.”
Sokka climbed to his feet then gave Suki a hand up. The two of them stared at the naked couple, and two smiles bloomed on their faces. Katara supposed she should close her legs – her pussy was fully revealed to the two intruders – but it was a little late now. Defiantly, she kept them spread. “You’re back earlier than we’d figured. What gives?”
“It turned out Laundry Night was short for ‘dirty laundry,’” Sokka explained. “Alcohol is passed around and it’s a chance for old married couples to give vent to all the little transgressions and annoyances from their spouse. There are no comments or advice given – it’s just a chance to clear the air.” He turned towards Suki and held her hands in his. “Being a new married couple we had no air to clear, did we my little num-num.” They rubbed noses a moment then exchanged little butterfly kisses while making lovey noises. Still red-faced, Aang silently mimed putting a finger down his throat. Turning back to gaze at his sister’s cunt, Sokka continued, “So anyway, it was pretty boring hearing the petty grievances in a twenty or thirty year-old marriage so we left. We hadn’t considered somebody might be taking advantage of our absence.”
Suki shifted her gaze from Katara’s pussy to her face. “First time?” she smiled.
“Yeah.” Katara couldn’t keep a similar smile from spreading across her own face.
“How was it?”
“Marvelous!”
“You might as well sit up and face us, Aang,” Suki said, addressing the pale, bare ass next to Katara. “Everybody knows what just happened here.”
“Besides, it’s not as modest as you might think, old boy,” added Sokka dryly. “When you’re all hunched over like that we can see your ballbag pretty well.”
“To say nothing about your asshole,” Suki completed.
Face redder than ever, Aang sat upright then worked his way around to face the couple eyeing them. Glimpses of his penis showed it was a much smaller nub than usual, probably more from his embarrassment than a post-coital refractory period, Katara surmised. He wound up facing his tormentors, sitting on his ankles at Katara’s right side. She protectively put her arm around his waist.
Turning his attention back to Suki, Sokka said, “You know how it makes me feel – seeing these two here all naked and wet and – and satisfied?”
“Horny.”
“You said it!”
There was a soft thud as four fur gauntlets hit the floor simultaneously. The two lunged into each other’s arms for a hug and several quick kisses but it lasted only a few moments before they parted and started to undress, starting with their parkas. Suki bent forward at the waist and raised her arms over her head. Sokka grasped the shoulders to hold them tight as they backed away from each other, pulling the garment over her head. Then they repeated the process, helping Sokka out of his parka dropping both on the floor.
Another quick clinch and some kissing happened before they began tearing each other’s remaining clothing off. Both their blouses were removed in quick succession leaving Sokka bare-chested and Suki in her sarashi, then Sokka began unwinding her upper garment while she unfastened his trousers to push them down. Her breasts fell out of the gathered cloth strip just as she knelt to help him step out of the bunched pants. Having left their wet mukluks in the vestibule they were already bare footed.
Breasts swaying, she stood upright and raised her arms over her head while Sokka removed her trousers, leaving them both in just their fundoshis. Suki had switched from her Earth Kingdom knee-length knickers to a fundoshi shortly after arriving at the South Pole. In an environment where hot fresh water is a little scarce she could see the wisdom in having an undergarment consisting of only a long strip of cloth that could be beaten on a rock to clean.
A third embrace and buss then they were smiling at each other as they unwound the last of their clothing. It was apparent they had done this many times before as as the long strips of cotton fell to the floor simultaneously, leaving them both nude. Katara was a little surprised to see Sokka hadn’t begun to erect yet. His slack penis – much longer than Aang’s more adolescent specimen – swayed a bit in front of a pendulous scrotum. Then it disappeared between them as they embraced yet again, sideways to the watchers, Sokka on the right.
This time was more intimate than the ones before and not just because they were naked. Suki’s right breast was compressed between them and she had her hands on his ass pulling him in tight. Sokka was caressing her entire back from the shoulder, down to the sacrum and onto her much rounder ass. Needless to say, there was some serious snogging going on; Katara and Aang could hear the soft smacking as they lost suction and immediately reapplied it.
Breaking their kiss, they parted, then Sokka dipped down to raise Suki’s right breast, the one toward the two watchers, to take the nipple in. They could see his cheeks cave in as he sucked, the soft tissue flattening under his assault. She was clearly enjoying his attention, caressing this neck and the back of his head. With a soft snick he switched to her other nipple. Her abandoned right breast swayed from their motions as its nipple slowly retracted. After just a few moments he abandoned both nipples and dropped to his knees, then sat on his ankles, kissing her navel as he passed by. With a glance toward the two watchers, she opened her knees a bit, cocked her pelvis, and reached down with both hands to spread her pussy open, offering it to her husband.
Holding the backs of her thighs just below her ass, he pressed his face in. The watchers could momentarily see his tongue as he reached between her legs. Katara wondered if he could reach her hole – Aang’s cunnilingus was usually with her on her back so he could reach all parts of her pussy. The question was rendered moot as he slipped his left hand off of her ass, down between her cheeks, then up at an angle to violate her from behind. The expressions on her face showed her approval and she began moving her hips erotically, her auburn pubic hair momentarily visible above Sokka’s forehead.
He reached across with his right hand to put it on the inside of her right thigh then raised it towards her pelvis. As he neared her pussy she put her right leg atop his shoulder, resting her calf on it, steadying herself by reaching out with her left hand to his other shoulder. From Katara’s viewpoint close to the floor, she could see all of Suki’s vulva and see also her brother thrusting into her hole with two fingers while licking her clit. Clearly, Suki was enjoying the attention for they could hear little moans of pleasure as she reached up to fondle her right breast and pull on the nipple.
With no audience Katara finally closed her legs and slid back a bit so her head was supported by the pillow. Aang also moved back to stay settled in her right arm. The foreplay in front of them continued until it looked like Suki had a small orgasm; she gasped and thrust her box into Sokka’s face a bit.
Climax or not, she dropped her leg to the floor then fluidly moved into a crouch while Sokka simultaneously rose to his feet. This put her eye level with his penis and Katara was surprised to see that, while it had extended a bit, it was still nowhere near erect. When she started sex-play with Aang he usually erected in seconds. Undeterred, Suki caressed his ballbag, far larger and more pendulous than Aang’s, then gently grasped his phallus to raise it and kissed it once before taking it into her mouth.
She compressed its length until her lips touched its base on his hair-covered pubis then let it emerge as she drew back. The foreskin had been pushed back exposing his naked glans and it was visibly longer; when she sucked it in again, a good two finger-widths would not fit. After drawing back a second time she released him entirely. He was now erect enough his stiff phallus stood at an upward angle. Suki spared a grinning glance at her rapt audience before grasping her husband’s cock and guiding it into her mouth for some serious fellatio.
Her head bobbed back and forth as she fucked him with her mouth. Perhaps unconsciously, he was thrusting his hips a tiny bit. She was making small ‘guck’ sounds as she took him in deeply, cheeks caved in from her suction. Katara had just wondered if they were going to carry on to orgasm when Suki stopped. Grinning up at Sokka she crawled past him, pendulous right breast swinging, then rolled over to lie on their bed, partially propped by their pillows. Spreading her legs she planted both feet on her bed’s surface to wind up on her back, knees raised and wide apart.
Katara wondered if her sister-in-law was inviting cunnilingus or wanting to be mounted. Sokka, dropping to his knees in front of her and bending forward to put his face close to her box, had decided it was the former. He spread her pussy open and went to town on it. There was no question now of whether he could reach her hole – he thrust his tongue into it several times before moving up her pink vestibule to take in her clitoris. He alternated between licking that turgid point and sucking it as he used two fingers to penetrate her cunt, driving them in and twisting before pulling them back out.
It took only a couple moments before Suki sighed quietly, “Oh, Sokka-a-a-a,” as she thrust her box toward him. He sat upright and the two watchers could see the transparent fluid that had been expelled by her orgasm trickle down into the valley formed by her cheeks. She grasped her right leg behind the knee and pulled it to the side while raising it, and used her left hand to spread her outer labia aside exposing the pink center of her vulva and make her vagina ape open.
Erection wobbling, Sokka slipped under her right leg and slid up her behind her as she rolled halfway onto her left side. She reached down to grasp his stiff phallus as soon as it was close enough and guided it toward her weeping hole. The two lovers paused for a long moment, looking directly at Katara while only part of his cockhead was visible at her entrance, then they moved towards each other so its length disappeared inside her.
They began thrusting, cock alternately pulled out then pushed back into receptive cunt. Sokka’s ballsack hung loosely down, getting pulled up a bit from Suki’s tight pussy; her auburn bush was turned darker by the sex fluids inundating it. Sokka had turned his head to the left to nuzzle the angle between his wife’s shoulder and neck but Suki held Katara’s gaze with a slight smile on her lips. She knew full well how turned on the waterbender was getting from watching her brother fuck.
For that matter, Aang was aroused too. From her position Katara could see just the glans of his resurrected hard-on rising from between his thighs. She extended her reach around his waist so she could brush the clefted underside of his corona. He returned the favor by sliding his left hand up between her thighs until the side of his little finger contacted the glans of her equally aroused clitoris. The two lovers gently stimulated each other as they watched the show.
Sokka’s cock was steadily sliding in and out of Suki’s cunt. She was thrusting against his motions to drive him deeper. Her flattened right breast, almost horizontal, was reacting to her motions, the stiff nipple describing a lazy ellipse. Her left breast hung to the side and was swaying, making its nipple brushing the long fur she was lying on. She brought her right arm around behind his head to capture it behind her elbow. This made him raise his head and turn towards her to kiss. They held it for several seconds as they continued to fuck, then Suki broke it and drew back to say one word, “Deeper.”
With a huge grin, Sokka drew out of her body, his stiff, wet cock flipping up as it emerged. It wobbled as he got to his knees, moved a bit towards Suki and pushed on her ass to roll her more onto her left side. He raised her right leg vertically as he shifted to straddle her left. With a glance towards the two watchers, he planted his right foot almost at her breasts and slid his left leg back.
Katara and Aang could see under his thigh as their genitals approached as he guided his phallus into her weeping hole and pushed it inside. Clasping her raised leg to his chest and abdomen he began fucking in earnest. They could hear the glick of her violated cunt and the popping sound as their flesh met. His hanging ballbag dragged back and forth on her thigh. His cock’s full length would disappear momentarily then reappear as he drew back, sometimes far enough they could see the rim of his corona.
Buffeted by his thrusting, the huge smile on her face showed Suki was clearly enjoying her drubbing, her whole body being moved by the forces imposed upon it. Now it was her right breast that was swaying while the left was buried in the fur. Her left hand stole down her side to reach the active area. Hiding most of her pubic hair she moved her hand down until she could straddle her swollen clit between fore and middle fingers. She let her body’s motions slide the hood back and forth on her glans, masturbating as well as getting fucked. Deliberately, Katara assumed, she was barely reaching her clitoris, not obscuring her vaginal violation in the slightest.
Katara and Aang continued to masturbate each other in sync with the couple they were watching. Suki threw her head back as she abused her clit. Suddenly she convulsed and Sokka murmured, “Oh, darling, you’re squeezing me,” before stabbing into her thrice in quick succession, then held his position buried deep in her. His taint’s rhythmic clenching demonstrated he was ejaculating into his wife’s belly.
The two lovers relaxed as their mutual orgasms subsided. With a final caress on her leg, Sokka withdrew from Suki, his penis drooping as his erection subsided. He shifted left behind her and stretched out on his back as she rolled back against him. Her right hand had never left her genitals but had slipped between her legs to pinch her outer labia closed as she panted a few moments. The two watchers had stopped their actions as well, Aang folding both hands on his pubis at the root of his cock and Katara withdrawing her arm to have it vaguely at her side. What happens now? she thought. She soon found out.
Still holding her pussy closed, Suki awkwardly levered herself up on her left arm then climbed to her feet. With a smile aimed at Katara, right hand still between her legs, she stepped the couple paces towards her. “Excuse me, Aang,” she said. The airbender rolled onto his hands and knees and crawled over to the bed she’d just left. He turned around and resumed his lotus position, erection rising like a stem. Behind him, Sokka rolled onto his left side and raised onto his elbow, curious about what his wife was up to. His penis and ballsack, wet from their recent use, hung downward; his foreskin had yet to slip back over his glans.
Suki stood where Aang had just been, smiling down at her friend, hand still between her legs. “I’ve never tasted a just-used pussy,” she said, “so if you’ll lap your brother’s cum from my quim, I’ll lap Aang’s from yours.” Without waiting for an answer she turned around and straddled Katara’s chest. Dropping into a crouch she waited until her nethers were above her friend’s face before releasing the hold on her vulva. Katara reached up to clasp Suki’s hips to guide their descent towards her face. The opening began to drool just before contact.
Catching the falling sex fluid in her mouth, Katara reached up with her tongue to thrust it into Suki’s dripping passage. The warm, wet walls easily yielded to her probing tongue. She was quite familiar with the taste of semen, having fellated Aang to climax innumerable times in the past six months. She’d also sampled Suki’s secretions enough to know the taste of pussy. Now she was getting both from a freshly fucked cunt.
She felt Suki’s fingers on the insides of her thighs and willingly opened her legs to give her access. Moments later her long labia were parted and a lingual digit was delving into her own love canal. The two of them bailed out the other’s vaginal contents – to the point Katara wondered just how much her brother had ejaculated into his wife. Eventually Suki’s passage was more or less emptied and she set to work pleasuring her friend the way she knew she preferred, stimulating her clitoris.
Around the pulsing nub she swirled her tongue and in turn, felt her own pleasure point get drawn into Suki’s mouth. Katara slid two fingers into her sopping passage and a moment later, Suki reciprocated. The two women made sapphic love, all the sweeter after their male lovers’ attentions; Katara could feel Suki’s torso press into her own for a very short time before they both climaxed, almost simultaneously. Katara could feel Suki clamp down on her invading fingers while her own cunt in turn rhythmically clenched her sister-in-law’s digits.
Panting, the two released each others’ genitals and Suki raised up so she was again on her hands and knees, her pussy comfortably above Katara’s face. “Oh, look,” she commented, “We seem to have aroused our men.” Katara raised her head and sure enough, between Suki’s hanging breasts she could see Aang and Sokka side by side on the bed next to hers. Aang was still in his lotus position, Sokka merely sitting on his ankles but both of them had an erection rising from between their thighs as they gazed on their women, big grins on their faces.
“That’s hardly surprising,” said Katara dryly. “Do you suppose we should do something about it?” She figured it was her and Aang’s turn to fuck in front of the other two.
“Of course, but I have a proposal for you, Aang, if Katara and Sokka are agreeable.”
“What’s that?” asked the Avatar with a puzzled look on his face.
“Well, I heard from Sokka about you telling him that among the Air Nomads sex was a shared resource. Everybody within the same band makes love with each other and once a year you’d all meet in a big bunch and everybody fucks everybody.”
“Ummm…”
Katara raised her head to see Aang looking like a jacklighted deer. “You never said anything about that to me.”
“We’d been told about other cultures’ strong traditions of two people pairing off. I didn’t want you to think you were anything but my Forever Girl to me, that I was secretly wishing for more.”
Katara laid her head back down, thoughts awhirl while Suki continued, “So much of your culture has been lost, Aang. I was thinking in some small way this would help restore a bit of it. It’d be a pretty small band – just two pussies to delve into instead of a dozen, but if it’s okay with our two lovers I’d like to help you fulfill that.”
Another shift to look at her husband. “How about it, Sokka? You’ve known I’ve made love to Katara a number of times, to say nothing about the other Warriors. Would it be too much if I got another cock in my pussy as well?”
After a pregnant pause Sokka answered, “I think it would be hawt, watching you and Aang go at it.”
Dropping her head to look at Katara between her legs, Suki asked, “How about you? Would you be jealous of me as Aang’s other lover?”
Another pause as Katara thought it over. “No. In fact, you’ve been fucking Sokka so much longer than me I could probably pick up some pointers.”
Suki’s face disappeared as she looked at back Aang. “Think how rare an opportunity you have, Aang. Not many men can say their second piece of ass was in a different cunt than their first – not when it’s the same night, anyway.”
Katara shifted her head to look at Aang face. His cheeks were red from embarrassment. “Are you sure you’re okay, Katara?”
She smiled. “Yes, darling. Besides, as Sokka just said, it’d be hawt.”
“Then it’s settled. Aang, come kneel behind me. Katara can watch you mount me from underneath.”
Erection wobbling, Aang rose up and knee walked over to past Suki’s hips. With exaggerated care he simultaneously turned 180-degrees, swung his right leg over Katara’s head, and shifted sideways to plant a knee on other side of it. Having engaged in simultaneous oral sex with him a number of times, Katara had seen him from underneath before. This time though, instead of bending down to lap at her pussy while offering his cock to her attention, he stayed upright as he grasped it and moved closer to Suki’s quim.
He swiped her vestibule’s full length twice with his stiff tip then applied it to her opening. Moving forward the slightest bit made about half his glans disappear inside her and he put her hands on her hips. “Are you ready, Suki?”
“Oh, yeah. Do it!”
He pulled back on her hips and took three seconds to drive his full length into her as she audibly inhaled. “Is this enough or shall I continue?”
“Are you kidding me? Keep going until at least one of us has an orgasm, but wait a moment.” Aang paused and Katara felt a touch at the center of her legs, still spread from Suki’s cunnilingus. “Sokka, come and fuck your sister – it’s only fair.”
Katara felt her cheeks heat as her brother moved to kneel between her legs in front of Suki. He’d seen her snatch a couple times before but this was at a much closer range than even when he’d been busy with Suki this evening. She shifted her head to the side again and, cock at a forty-five degree angle, he was staring down at her pussy. A mixture of embarrassment and erotic excitement washed over her as Suki spread her inner labia apart and cooed, “She wants you to; just look at her dripping snatch.”
Did she want him to? She honestly didn’t know which was stronger, the fear of incest or the desire of feeling his cock inside her. Breath bated she waited for his reaction. Several long moments went by, then Sokka raised his gaze from her quim to her face. “I’m sorry, Sis. I – I just can’t do it.” A look of regret was on his face. She let out her breath and retreated under Suki again, feeling equally regretful.
Her sister-in-law was not done yet, though. Releasing Katara’s vulva she grasped Sokka’s erection in her right hand – from her viewpoint she could see his ballbag hanging below her encircling thumb and forefinger. “No sense in wasting a perfectly good hard-on, then. Let me suck you off so I can see what having two cocks in me is like.”
A little surprised at Suki’s frank forwardness, Katara watched as she moved forward to engulf her husband’s penis. This made Aang’s penis withdraw a bit from her box and he wasted no time pulling back on her hips to drive himself in again. The three of them quickly fell into a rhythm, Suki rocking back and forth to alternately impale herself on the two cocks, the two men thrusting forward a bit when it was his turn to slide in deep.
The motions were making her breasts sway and Katara amused herself by capturing them and torturing the down-hanging stiff nipples. Further forward she could see only Sokka’s swinging scrotum, the hand grasping it and occasionally bumping Suki’s chin as she she took him in her mouth extra deeply. Even in between those times, Katara could hear the guck and sucking sounds of her fellatio, familiar from the many times she had enthusiastically sucked Aang’s cock.
Abandoning the soft breasts Katara shifted her attention to the copulation above her and watched her boyfriend’s cock plunge into Suki’s cunt only to retreat and ready itself for another thrust. His naked ballbag was not nearly as pendulous as Sokka’s nor the orbs within as large but he was man enough to fuck Suki’s offering. At her very entrance, the barest minimum of his glans was was momentarily visible before being shoved back in. Katara licked the fingers of her right hand and reached up to touch penis and vaginal entrance simultaneously.
Unlike her own, Suki’s inner labia were short enough Katara could see the entire pink of her center, from vagina to clitoris, exposed. She traced a wandering path up to that nearly hidden lovebutton, teasing the inner lips and the space between them and the outer until she reached her friend’s lovemound. After a quick trip to tease the auburn pubic hair on it she returned to the clitoris it guarded. Under the wet flesh of Suki’s quim she could feel the firm rod of her lovebutton and she shifted until the fucking motions were making the glans, so much like a miniature penis, slide in and out of its hood. Almost unconsciously her left hand stole down to her own pussy and she began masturbating to the same rhythms above her, stimulating her clit in its prepuce.
She closed her legs a bit so the insides of her thighs were rubbing against her brother’s knees. The motions of all four of them enhanced the spikes Katara was getting from her lovebutton. How long can this last? she wondered. Not long at all was the answer. Aang paused a moment, pulled himself into Suki and held it while emitting a long sigh. Having heard the sound dozens of times during blow jobs and hand jobs plus the fact that she could see his taint clenching, relaxing, then clenching again signified to Katara that her boyfriend had achieved an orgasm and was spurting into Suki’s cunt. This was confirmed by Suki exclaiming, “I can feel it, Aang!” while her vestibule started its own rhythmic contractions.
Almost simultaneously came Sokka’s wailing cry, “Suki-i-i-i!” and Katara felt a sudden narrow warmth the length of her torso. Since she’d been ejaculated on by Aang a number of times during their sex play in the preceding months she instantly knew what had happened. Sure enough, when her gaze snapped downward she saw her brother’s cock held horizontally in Suki’s grip with a long, translucent drool issuing from its tip. A line of semen ran all the way up from just above her pubic hair to between her breasts and the drool fell onto the back of her hand where she was still frigging herself, causing another momentary sensation of warm wetness.
Instantly another jet leaped from Sokka’s penis just missing Suki’s torso on the rise to fall on his sister, then a third line before a couple half-hearted spurts hit above her navel. Between each ejaculation another drool had time to add to the growing puddle on her hand. It was the most intimate Katara had been with Sokka, even counting their mutual masturbation session where she’d wound up lying atop him with his deflating penis trapped between them, smearing her belly with his cum, intimate enough that it triggered her own twitching climax and she squealed as the heat from her abused clit washed over her. Still in its throes she saw Aang pull out of Suki, his deflating penis dripping sex fluids on her neck and face added to by Suki’s leaking hole. A moment later Suki rolled off to her right leaving Katara, hand still at her genitals, completely exposed. “Look what you’ve done to your poor sister,” Suki chided, looking down at her friend.
Sokka shot his wife a look. “You’re the one who didn’t swallow!”
“I just wanted to be sure you knew Aang was cumming inside me,” she teased.
Listening to the couple’s bantering argument Katara smiled as she examined the back of her left hand. Sokka’s semen was still gelid enough to cling and its thready opalescence showed his maturity compared to Aang’s flecked, transparent ejaculations. “I can clean it off her,” volunteered the Avatar kneeling at Katara’s side, starting to make waterbending motions with his hands.
“Nope. Sokka put it on her, Sokka can clean it off her,” commanded Suki, then added as her husband, still kneeling, began looking for a towel, “With his tongue!”
The two siblings looked startled a moment then grinned salaciously at each other. Katara proffered her left hand and Sokka took it to lick his semen off the back of it. That took only a few seconds then Sokka looked down at her pubic area as he backed upon his knees, slack penis swinging from side to side. Figuring what he was up to, Katara rolled to her right to raise her bent left knee and place her foot between Sokka’s knees. Obediently he spread his legs a bit and she slipped her leg between them then followed with her right before settling flat on her back again, legs closed.
Sokka was now kneeling outside Katara’s legs, almost at her ankles as he gazed down at his nude, cum-covered sister. Her nipples tightened again at the thought of what was to come next. Ever so slowly he bent forward, putting his weight on his hands then bending his elbows until his face was scarcely a hand width above her bush. He bent even lower, chin brushing her brunette curls, and licked her lower abdomen just above the hair’s margin. This was lower than absolutely necessary – the spilled semen started several finger widths above there – but Katara wasn’t going to object.
His tongue swirled in circles ever rising as he worked up her belly. By the time he reached her navel he was lying flat on top of her legs, chest on her thighs, abdomen just below her knees. He had both hands just on top of her ribs, either to hold the flesh still as he worked on cleaning it or just to fondle his sister; Katara didn’t care which. Every so often he’d withdraw his tongue into his mouth to swallow the gathered cum then return to his task. Katara looked to the side and smiled at Aang and Suki kneeling beside her bed. “This is a lot better than a towel,” If either was leery about watching their partners’ borderline incest, neither was showing it.
Unnecessarily caressing the bottom, then the sides of her breasts, Sokka inched upwards to start licking between them. She felt something soft drag between her knees and realized with a thrill that it was her brother’s penis. Intrigued, she felt it slide off the top and between her thighs as he continued upward toward her throat. He shifted to rest his forearms on either side of her to relieve some of his weight on her supine body and smiled down on her. “There is something I’ve wanted to do with you for a few years now,” he said quietly.
“What’s that?”
“I’ve wondered what it would be like to suck on those long nipples of yours.”
Katara’s heart skipped a beat for just a moment. She reached up with her right hand to the underside of her left breast and pushed the soft flesh upward. “Be my guest, brother.”
He bent closer and took the brown tip in between his lips to suck it in. He pulled back, distorting her nearly flattened tit. A thrill ran through her. She’d loved it since Aang had started nursing back in Ba Sing Se, especially how he gained in skill, then Suki adding her own way of doing things. Now with a frisson of incest, her brother had been added to her list of boob worshipers. The thrill increased as he unabashedly played with her right breast.
Sokka let go then, looking down at both nipples, said, “A lot more intriguing than those stubs Suki has,” eliciting a “Hey!” from his offended wife. He bent to suck the long, right-hand spigot in deeply as he rolled the still stiff left one between thumb and finger. This dual action was definitely erotic and Katara began to writhe gently, pressing her pubis into his abdomen.
The motions made his penis slip from trailing on top of to definitely between her thighs. She began to flex her knees slightly, massaging his manhood with her thighs as he massaged her nipple with his tongue. The member grew stiffer and began to rotate in its erection until it was pointed at her quim. This took her back to an hour ago when Aang had first laid atop her and she could feel his stiffness between her thighs as he sucked her clitoris. That memory and the thrill she’d had in the final minutes of her virginity washed over her as the two siblings humped against each other until a small orgasm washed over Katara and she clasped her brother to him.
After a few panting moments she relaxed and Sokka raised up on his hands and knees, looking down at her. His erection was now further from her pussy but plainly in view as it bounded up and down with his heartbeat. Gaze fixed on her brother’s cock, Katara drew her legs out from between his one at a time, knees up by her chest and widely spread. She was inviting him to mount her as plainly as she could without saying the words. She spared a glance toward Suki and Aang. They both had the same look of hopeful anticipation.
Sokka looked down at his sister’s offered cunt for several long moments then said with a regretful tone, “Sorry, Sis – I just can’t.”
Instantly Suki jumped to her feet. “No sense in wasting another erection, then!” and pushed him sideways. “Get on your back!” Katara scrambled to get of the way as the other couple took over her bed then turned back just in time to see her sister-in-law straddle her brother, grasp his cock to raise it vertically, then impale herself with a heartfelt moan as she lowered on it.
As Suki began to rise and fall, firm ass quivering, Katara turned to see Aang still sitting beside her, raptly gazing at the copulating couple, a smaller but still stiff erection rising from his lap. “Looks like you found our clean-up exciting, too,” she teased. “Lie next to Sokka.”
“Whatever you say,” and he crawled over to lie parallel, head to foot, penis stiffly angled over his belly. Taking a small detour, Katara fetched another egg from the wooden box and pushed it into her quim. She had forgotten in her moment of incestuous passion but the instructions said a new one was needed before each coital act.
She climbed over to Aang and straddled his waist. Reaching down to spread her labia apart she settled her vulva firmly on top of his erection. Beginning to slide back and forth she looked down and said, “Remember the first time we did this?”
“I sure do. It was that first time we took off everything but our underwear. I creamed my shorts and it was a big mess.”
“That’s why we got naked the next time, but we won’t even need to worry about getting your belly messed up like mine just was.” She leaned forward and raised Aang’s cock. Settling back she felt the tip nudge her vestibule, then slid it upward to lodge into her hole. Slowly she relaxed as she slid down upon his manhood. “You’ll be ejaculating inside me, instead.”
Suki had been slowly rising and falling while this was happening and she watched as her friend began to do the same. “This will be the first time we’ve fucked our men simultaneously,” she commented as Sokka’s cock disappeared from sight. “In view of each other, anyway.”
“Hardly the last, unless they object,” said Katara as she began her thrusting. “Nope!” and “Not me!” sounded from underneath the two women. She was fascinated at the way Suki’s boobs bobbled and swung from her motions and reached out to caress one. Suki reciprocated on her smaller, more jiggly pair and the two of them caressed each other’s breasts, lifting the soft flesh and brushing the stiffening nipple.
“Oh, yeah,” the Warrior said as she craned sideways a bit to look at the Avatar. “There’s a lot to commend doing this with other people. What a good idea your people had, Aang. I mean – I’ve been seeing girl-on-girl action for years but watching your cock delve into Katara’ cooch is a whole new turn-on. I can only imagine how watching three or four couples fuck must have been, to say nothing of swapping partners.”
“I’m glad I could experience it even this much,” Aang replied as he reached over to fondle the bouncing ass beside him. Katara felt her own ass being stroked by Sokka behind her. A small thrill went through her as she thought his inhibitions might be eroding. She reached up, put her hand on Suki’s shoulder, and pulled the other girl in closer as she leaned forward herself. She calculated this would make her pussy’s violation by Aang’s penis more accessible to her brother’s view and – besides – she wanted to kiss her friend.
Suki parted her willing lips and the two bussed, tongues caressing each other. They had done this quite a few times, in Ba Sing Se, during the trip south, and especially in Suki’s village with the added help of willing Kyoshi Warriors. Those had all been woman on woman, though. Now for the first time the two friends were indulging in soft, feminine pleasure up top and more rigid masculine pleasure down below as they slowly thrust up and down their men’s cocks. The contrast was quite thrilling.
Katara felt Sokka’s caress move from her ass to between her legs. He brushed her clit once then slid down inside her inner labia until he was at the very edge of her hole, parted as Aang’s cock plunged in and out of it. Whatever his qualms might be about actually fucking his sister, Sokka was certainly pushing past the normal bounds of incest. Perhaps thrilled by his friend’s touch, Aang began thrusting upward, burying his cock deeply into her cunt. Katara released her kiss and began concentrating on pleasuring herself and Aang, picking up the pace of her thrusts to match his, clenching his cock with her box.
Judging by the looks back and downward, Suki was also getting her genitals caressed by Aang and she began thrusting faster as well. The two women looked at each other with huge smiles as they fucked their men. Both pairs of breasts were moving wildly in all directions and the wet sounds of cock invading cunt were plainly audible. Perhaps because the sensations were new to her, Katara’s climax struck first. “Oh, Aang!” she exclaimed and she stopped thrusting to grind against her lover’s bare pubis. She didn’t need to say what was happening.
“Yes, my Forever Girl! I can feel your squeezing!” came from below her and Aang put his hands on top of her hips to hold her down as his own climax started rolling. Inside her, Katara felt his cock throb and the hot pulses of his ejaculation into her still-clenching vagina. It being his third climax she was a bit surprised he had any ammunition left – in their previous sex play, three orgasms in quick succession usually led to a dry throbbing. Perhaps now, because all three times were in a willing cunt, untapped reserves were opened.
The two lovers relaxed, totally spent for the moment. This was when the other couple’s mutual climax started. From the voiced, “Suki-i-i,” far less plaintive than his previous climax, Katara guessed her brother had cum first. Just as she had a minute before, the Warrior thrust back to grind against her lover, extracting the maximum pleasure from the penis buried in her, face distorted in a silent rictus.
The two panting women looked at each other for a long moment. “I hope this is not the only time you share Aang with me,” Suki finally said. “If not I hope we can still fuck in each other’s presence.”
“I don’t mind at all. I’m glad in a small way we can recreate what Aang has lost. Besides, watching him plumb you was really, really hot.”
“And I assume you have no objections, Aang.”
“If Katara’s okay with it, not one little bit.”
“Which leaves only you, dear husband. Please say yes.”
“Yes, what?” Sokka teased, “Yes you can fuck Aang or yes, I object?”
“What do you think, dumb ass?” Rising up a bit she let his penis slip out of her to fall on his belly. Moving back, she grasped the wet sex organ and squeezed. “Yield or suffer the consequences!”
“I yield! I yield! Please don’t hurt me, lady!”
Continuing to stroke the flaccid phallus Suki looked up at Katara. “Well, if you’ve serviced Aang as well as I’ve serviced Sokka he isn’t going to be fucking anybody for a while.”
Katara rose up to let the Avatar slip out of her. Copying Suki she reached down to fondle his smaller boyhood. Totally soft, it didn’t respond at all to her touch, a rare occurrence with them. “Nope, he seems quite spent, for the moment anyway.”
“Come on, then. Let’s leave these two lightweights, move over to my bed, and let them see what true sexual stamina is like.”
In truth Katara was feeling a bit exhausted and would have liked to curl up, spooned with Aang for a while. One-upping their men was appealing though, so abandoning Aang she followed her sister-in-law over to the adjacent pile of furs. Suki laid down on it half on her side, raised her left leg exposing the pink line of her pussy, and stretched out both hands in invitation. Knowing what she wanted, Katara stepped over her extended right leg, knelt backward until she was propped up with both hands behind her, and crab-walked over to the waiting Warrior. As their quims drew closer she planted her ass on Suki’s thigh, extended her feet in front of and behind the waiting woman, and scooted in until their pussies touched. Finally she reached forward to grasp Suki’s hands in hers and both of them pulled in tight.
As their cunnies ground together Katara had the sudden thought that Sokka may well have just deposited as much semen into Suki’s hole as Aang had into hers. If so her vaginal entrance was being anointed with her brother’s cum – one more small step to total incest. The thought thrilled her and she redoubled her efforts, mashing their wet genitals together. This did not go unnoticed. “Look at ‘em go!” said Sokka.
“I’m feeling a little inadequate,” replied Aang. “I just want to lie here and relax after three times.”
“Ooh, Katara! I can feel that giant clitty of yours poking me!” exclaimed Suki, doubtless rubbing it in a little. Katara couldn’t feel her friend’s clitoris in their pounding flesh but it didn’t matter; she was being well stimulated by the frictioned pressure. She leaned forward to grasp Suki’s raised leg and clasp it to her chest, the better to grind against her cunt.
Release soon came. A flash of heat rose out of her nethers to wash over her. “I’m cumming, Suki, I’m cumming-g-g-g she said in near howl as she continued to undulate her hips.
“Me, too, darling!” and her partner dropped her hands to place her own on the back of Katara’s hips and pull her tight with surprising strength. The two fell silent as their mutual orgasm peaked then subsided. The two panting women relaxed and drew apart. Katara backed away, sliding between Suki’s legs as she rolled to lie flat. The Warrior looked up at her girl-lover between spread, raised knees. “That was pretty darn good,” she said with a smile.
“I’m not done yet,” and Katara rose to her knees. Fully commited now to showing off to her brother and her lover she reached out and grasped behind Suki’s knees to raise and separate them as she bent down towards her pussy. With Suki’s inner labia shorter than her outer only the thinnest pink line of her center was visible. With all of the coitus and perhaps a little honest sweat the whole area was wet, from between her rounded ass cheeks to well up on her pubis – the sodden pubic hair well plastered on her lovemound. Katara slid her hands down the insides of Suki’s thighs and put her fingertips on the divide. Pulling the outer lips apart exposed her vestibule, the complicated folds even wetter than the outsides.
Extending her tongue Katara zeroed in on Suki’s oozing vagina and penetrated it. For a second time she savored the combined flavors of pussy and semen, a mixture of Aang’s and Sokka’s semen this time. It occurred to her that she had her ass in the air squarely aimed at the two watchers; they were undoubtedly getting a fine view of her vulva. She decided she didn’t care. Aang and seen and played with it many, many times in the past few months, her brother not so much on the seeing and not at all with the touching until tonight. If made him horny, maybe he’d mount her yet. She found that possibility ever more desirable.
For the moment, she concentrated on pleasuring her friend. After bailing out her hole the waterbender slid her busy tongue up Suki’s vestibule, paused a moment to rim the dimple of her urethra then continued upward to find her erect clitoris. Using her lips to push back the loose hood she sucked the stubby point into her mouth and nibbled ever so slightly as she teased it with her tongue. Suki twitched a bit from the stimulation.
Upping the ante, Katara slid two fingers into her sopping vagina and slowly thrust them in and out with a twist on each stroke. The twitching increased as Suki began to moan. Abandoning her cunnilingus Katara used the thumb and forefinger of her left hand to stimulate her clit as she continued to finger-fuck her. This let her rise up so she could grin down at her friend.
Suki didn’t know this as she had her eyes shut while she rolled back and forth in her passion. Even though they hadn’t been touched for several minutes, the red nipples on her lolling breasts were stiffly erect, rising from crinkled areolae. Instinctively she spread her legs wider and reached down to caress the backs of Katara’s busy hands, encouraging her. Taking that as a sign, Katara thrust faster and harder, making Suki’s violated cunt open and close with quiet glicks.
This pushed the older girl over the edge. Katara could feel her fingers squeezed in Suki’s fleshy vise and an orgasmic flush showed between her breasts as she let out a satisfied sigh. The moment she relaxed Katara abandoned her genitals and began showering her with little butterfly kisses, from her bare labial split, through the pubic hair on her lovemound and up her midline until she was between her breasts. Heading left she took the Warrior’s right nipple into her mouth and sucked on it once, twice, three times before letting it go with a quiet snick and attacking the left. This she sucked in with a strong steady pull and rose up so the breast was pulled upward until it could rise no further and was pulled from her mouth to bounce once.
Suki opened her eyes just in time to see Katara descending upon her for an open-mouthed kiss. The two bussed fiercely, tongues busy in each other's mouths. A tiny bit disappointed her brother had made no move, Katara slid her knees back until she was lying prone between Suki’s legs. She moved back and forth, not only probing her friend’s mouth at every angle but making sure their breasts were sliding together as well. She could feel Suki’s nipples against her and doubtless, the Warrior could feel hers as well.
Finally breaking the kiss Katara rose up again and slid her left leg, then her right over Suki’s right leg so she was next to her on her right. She spared a glance at the boys before settling down on her left side and pulled Suki towards her, rolling her so the two wound up on their sides facing each other. The two were sitting on Katara’s bed certainly looking interested at the sapphic love on display but neither was erect. Perhaps they are spent, she thought as she lip-locked with Suki again.
The two women’s upper arms roamed over her partner’s body from thigh to ass to side to breast then back down between them to tease the pubic hair. While she loved the way Aang’s body felt Katara mulled, was nice to caress the round softness of Suki and feel her lips pressed against her own. Eyes closed, she was so involved in pleasuring her, she scarcely noticed when somebody crawled onto the furs behind her until he pressed against her from knees to shoulders. It had to be one of the boys but which one?
Curious, she stopped her caresses and moved her right hand back and onto a definitely male hip. Still not knowing she slid up to his waist then between his front and her back to find a navel. Moving south onto his lower belly she ran into pubic hair at the root of a penis. It was Sokka. Deciding to escalate things she slipped her hand onto his soft shaft to grasp it. I’m holding my brother’s penis! she thought as she began manipulating it. If she could get it stiff enough and introduced it to her opening could he resist pushing it into her?
Alas, there was no response from the limp sex organ. “I’m sorry, Katara,” he murmured in her ear. “Even if I thought it was a good idea, I’m totally spent.” As if to make up for the disappointment he slipped his right hand between them and down, through her hairy thicket and between her legs to find her clitoris. “I must say though, it is a thrill being so close to your pussy.”
Smiling, she broke her kiss and looked up. Sure enough, Aang was pressed up behind Suki and had a hand between them at her hips. After a few strokes he shifted to seize Sokka’s wrist. “Hey!” he joked, “Get your paws off of my girl’s lady-bits.”
“You had your cock in my girl’s lady-bits,” Sokka protested.
“You could have fucked mine if you didn’t have that hang up about her being your sister – she clearly wanted you to. So did Suki and I, for that matter.”
“Boys, boys,” Suki said placatingly as she raised onto her elbow, “Let’s not ruin a perfectly good snuggle session arguing about who fucked who.” She reached over Katara to grasp Sokka’s shoulder. “C’mere, husband. Spend some of those caresses on your wife.”
“Yes, dear,” and there was a good deal of shifting about as he slid over Katara to snuggle against Suki. There was a momentary thrill as his still slack penis dragged over her lovemound. Meanwhile, Aang rose to his knees, shifted to his right threading through the couple’s legs as his equally slack, boyish penis jiggled enticingly, before settling down into Katara’s arms. As she put both hands on his ass to pull him in tight she felt a hand cup her left breast to pull on the nipple. She didn’t know whose hand of the three it was and didn’t care.
After several minutes’ bliss she had a sudden thought. “I’ve completely lost track of time. It would be really embarrassing right now of Papa, Gran Gran, or Pakku came in right now and got the wrong idea.”
“Got precisely the right idea, you mean,” said Suki, “But I suppose you’re right. Your father’d probably blame Sokka and me for corrupting his daughter.”
“Especially after I went to all the trouble of convincing him you two weren’t boinking,” Sokka mused.
“I corrupted my own self, thank you very much.”
“I’ll say,” Aang chimed in with a grin. “I thought I was just going to get another blow job until you made it quite clear you wanted more.”
“I wanted to surprise you.”
The cuddle pile broke up and the two couples got ready to get into their own beds. As she straightened out her furs and covers on her bed Katara looked on with bemusement at the three other nude people going about their tasks without a trace of modesty, and why not? “I must say I see the advantages of the Air Nomad way of life,” she commented. “Did you do like this at the temples?”
“Yes and no. We were segregated by sex, remember, and while we boys were in a common dormitory the ones who came to prefer men over women mostly hadn’t figured that out yet – same at the girls’ temples.”
“Now that the secret’s out you’ll have to have him explain that big orgy thing, especially how the older kids would lose their cherries,” said Sokka as he fed the stove. He closed the stove door, opened the damper wide, and dusted his hands. “Hopefully the draft’ll take care the funky smell in here. I mean we can’t smell it but it’ll likely to hit someone in the face if they come in from outside.”
As was common, Suki had gone to each side of the tent extinguishing all of the lamps but one. In the now dim light Katara saw her return to Sokka and embrace him as they knelt into their bed before drawing the covers over themselves. Likewise, Aang and she embraced and snuggled into the luxurious furs. They automatically spooned, Aang in front, and she reached over him to tease his soft penis. “So, how did you like your first time with a woman?”
He caressed her flank and answered, “It was wonderful. So much better than I’d imagined.”
“Wasn’t it though? I hope we never get tired of it.”
“Impossible,” and the two of them drifted into sleep.
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Avatat Tales - Tale 7 - First Time