So we would sit in our fort and look at our mags and think about pussy. Then we would jerk off. Then we decided to go find a girl that might could hel... us out with our plan. We thought about several moms, then the college age lifeguard at the pool, then girls our age. That girl would be Sami, a tom boy that hung out with us often. She was a younger than us but would be a good place for us to start. We brought Sami out one afternoon. Let her into our "club". We all sat around talking when Joe. Overt sexuality might not have plausibly become taboo, simply for survival of the species. Societies could have developed in much the same way as they have for us, with many of the same laws and unspoken rules and pushes for equality. Yet sexual acts, horniness, public arousal… all such ideas seen as simply normal and acceptable, or even celebrated traits of the modern man or woman. In such a world pornstars are as elevated as rock-stars, or often the same people. Skimpier and skimpier clothing. I didn't feel shock or alarm. The whole experience felt like a dream to me. Without thinking, and responding to the gentle guidance of Lynn's hands on the back of my head, I brought my lips to Ben's cock. This was a strange experience. My state of semi-consciousness made the experience seem unreal to me, but the sensation of Ben's helmet pressing against, and then between, my lips was extremely vivid-almost preternaturally real.It wasn't really a blow job I was giving. It was more like an oral. She started to rub herself against me. The friction felt incredible and the proximity of her pussy to mine was driving me mad. Her hands and mouth were pushing, teasing, and squeezing my nipples. Instinctively it seemed, we moved our hands down to one another’s clits at the same moment. She reached behind her own ass and fingered playfully at my pussy. I was so wet, and the coolness of the wind against my wet pussy fueled me. I had one hand under this beauty, rubbing at her clit, and one.