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Kyle

After be-cumming new members of the mile-high club, Alex and I slept soundly, leaning together in the last two seats of the plane. We woke as the wheels touched down at Auckland, the commercial capital of New Zealand.

We collected our luggage and made it past the drug-sniffing beagles at customs without incident. I expect that the doggies had some interest in our personal residual butt sex odor, but then, the kind of perfume that dogs seem to enjoy is always malodorous. It’s good that they didn’t alert their handlers.

The flight landed before dawn, so our guide, Sandy, arranged all of us and our luggage into a large coach bus for transit to our first parkland and hike. It was too early to head directly to the hotel. And, hey, the purpose of our trip was to hike, right?

Alex and I sat in the last row of the bus, keeping our odors to ourselves. We turned on the vents to full blast. You know, to be good neighbors.

Fortunately, the park was nearby, in the city — at Mount Eden. We walked up to the viewing platform at the peak, then took in the vast panorama of Auckland at dawn, its harbors, parks, bridges, skyscrapers, and motorways. Islands. Hills. Rainforest. Volcanic cones. Unpolluted. Beautiful.

A large part of the country’s population lives in this one city – about two million out of five million total.

I was beginning to understand why New Zealand was different than those national parks in the US. Different from the US, full stop. New Zealand was not crowded. At all. So many fewer people. And the Kiwi people suffered so much less from those emotions that roiled below the surface in America: Angst. Insecurity. Anger. Antipathy. Enmity. Fear. Threat. Hatred.

I noted my feelings to Alex, and she nodded. “And low crowding means… we can have sex almost anywhere, anytime.”

“And our body odor won’t offend as many people,” I said, rolling my eyes and sniffing, and she laughed.

“Oh, goodie. Not just sex but… butt sex. Almost anywhere,” she grinned.

What a tease.

–/–

Kyle

After the post-flight hike, Sandy efficiently shepherded us onward: hotel, shower, food, bed. Two to a room. Alex and I, together. Sandy and that tall, thin girl, together. Derrick and Sophia, and all the other proto-docs, were sharing rooms in pairs, too.

And for all of us, evening brought our individual battles with jet lag.

Alex and I had slept for several hours on the plane, so we were reasonably alert and comfortable during the day, and we were able to sleep for a few hours at night. When we inevitably woke at 2 AM, Alex decided to use our time wisely.

“Are you awake?” she asked me, whispering.

I whispered back, “Yeah. Jet lag. My body is tired, but my mind is whirling.”

Alex lifted all the covers off the bed, dropping them on the floor, then turned on the small table lamp and covered it with some lacy underwear thingy to produce a romantic glow in the hotel room. She was dressed in very comfortable bedclothes: socks (her feet get cold at night), a long T-shirt that reached her knees, and, as far as I know, nothing else.

I smiled. Was this going to go the way I hoped?

Lying there wearing my jockeys as pyjamas, I watched as she walked to the end of the bed and turned to look back at me. Her face held an impish, sexy grin.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked.

“Of course, lover,” I replied. I smiled and licked my lips.

She pinched her nipples under the T-shirt fabric. Now, there were two distinct nubbins, shadows visible in the dim, romantic lighting. No bra.

She pulled one arm out of her top, leaving the gaping neck exposed down to the swell of her breast. Then, she lifted the bottom hem of the T-shirt to the top of her thighs.

“How about now?” she said, as she began to swirl her hips. She spun slowly, sashaying as she went, and I caught brief glimpses of her butt cheeks and maybe maybe something white where her pussy would be…. was she wearing underwear?

She pulled the top down further, displaying one nipple on her taut, A-sized teen titty. She stretched that nipple mercilessly, lifting the entire weight and swinging it.

My little head was starting to pay a lot of attention to this show. Such a hot girl. Fuck.

Next, she bent forward, leaning away from me. Crouching, she slowly straightened her legs. My eyes were riveted to her sex as she dragged the T-shirt hemline upward to her waist.

There it was, the white fabric — a G-string over her pussy, white thread disappearing between her ass cheeks. She reached behind with her hands, pulling first one, then the other, buttock open. I saw the rim of her butthole, briefly, each time. The darker olive brown contrasted with the white string.

I desperately wanted to see what was hidden under the string, the actual crinkle of her tight hole, but she was teasing. The glimpses were fleeting, deliberately brief.

“Fuck, Alex, your butthole is so….beautiful,” I said breathlessly.

She giggled, turned and stood. Then she approached the side of the bed, and put one foot up on it, bounced it a bit to undulate my whole body. I worked to keep my head steady under the influence of the wave, because my eyes were riveted on the rise of her mons, under the white G-string.

Her teen cunt was under that, and I could… I could imagine it getting red, hot and wet.

She ran her fingers under the edge of the fabric, lifting and replacing it. I… I couldn’t really see anything under there, but my imagination was running wild. I thought of her labia, now engorging and getting wet.

And then, I could smell her arousal. She had been pushing out little gouts of scent-laden air, toward me. Alex! Damn!

She twisted away again, twirling on the carpet.

It was all I could do to stay in the bed. My boner was at full attention, and I began to pull my jockey’s downward, in preparation for more direct action.

“Wait,” said Alex. “Just wait. Keep that position. Don’t move.”

“What? You are killing me with lust right now.”

“No, I am tantalizing you with lust right now. I will kill you with lust in a few more minutes. Be patient,” she admonished.

She picked up her phone and texted a very brief signal to someone, somewhere. Really Alex? You are texting someone right now, while giving me a… fuck dance? It’s 2 AM for godsake.

My mind wandered… due to jetlag?… I wondered if she could be texting someone back in the US? It was afternoon there, I think? Or maybe morning? My head was all screwed up.

She noticed my drifting attention and snapped her fingers at me. “Hey,” she said. “I want us to… christen… this journey. With a big bang. Tonight. Are you up for it? Ready?”

My attention refocused on her hot teen body, undulating in front of me. She lifted and dropped the hem of the T-shirt repeatedly, teasing views of her ass and G-string.

She came back to the bed, and stood right at the edge, facing toward me. The pouch of her G-string was… getting a wet spot, in the middle.

She looked directly at my face, and she watched my eyes, as she pulled that pouch downward, slowly, revealing her dark sex, red slit now shiny with cunt drippings.

I reached out a hand to twiddle a finger into that enticing hole.

There was a knock at the door.

“What the fuck? Now?” I asked. “Is the hotel on fire or some goddamn thing?”

Alex snapped her G-string back up, opened the door, and in came that tall, snickering girl from the plane. Anais? Alice? I am terrible with the names of girls who haven’t yet been introduced.

“Ailix, please meet Kyle. Kyle, Ailix.” Alex pronounced it Eye-licks. No wonder I was confused about that name. So close to Alex, yet so foreign-sounding.

She was a tall girl, very thin, narrow frame with long arms and legs, wearing full pyjamas – top and bottom. Her sunshot hair was curly, with individual curled locks about six inches long, little corkscrews, and there was a full head of them, almost a bushy halo of mixed golden and light brown curls.

Her face was clear, but thin, with prominent cheekbones. Thin lips. And she had big blue eyes, set widely in her thin face. I loved her eyes. They danced over the scene, and then returned to look straight at me. I saw her surprise.

I blushed a bit, disconcerted about the name confusion, but far more by the situation. Here I was in my shorts, boner lifting a tent, and Alex had brought in one of the two girls who listened to us buttfucking in the airplane.

Really, Alex? Now? This same girl, and now she is right here when we want to fuck?

Alex has a history of… erotic surprises. She has a very high libido, and…. well… OK, sky high. And, expansive interests. Her sex drive is one of the many things I love about her. But, her partnering arrangements can sometimes be a bit disconcerting, like now, and… sometimes, I have to be more…. flexible… than is strictly comfortable. She stretches my boundaries. But, I must say, I have never been disappointed. Well, except for that one time, with the pee and the leather slave mask.

I stood up, boner wilting a bit. What was the correct protocol for greeting a potential addition to your sex games, while you were near-naked and your girlfriend had been gyrating a cum-fuck-me dance only minutes before?

Ailix looked at me, then Alex, then me again, “I’m so sorry. I… I think I am interrupting something here.” She moved to go back out the door, but Alex blocked her.

“There is no mistake, I asked you to join us,” said Alex.

“But this is awkward as fuck,” she said. “I am…

“Not ready to own up to your… voyeuristic tendencies? Your perverted need to watch other people have sex?”

“Awkward,” I said. “Geez, Alex.”

I looked at Ailix and motioned for her to take a chair. I stood, boner gone, and pulled Alex to me, and we both sat on the bed.

“I am sorry about that,” I continued. “Alex can be very… directing… when it comes to sex. And, she has some very exciting but… unconventional… views about erotic issues.”

“What?” asked Ailix. “What do you mean?”

“What I mean is, I apologize,” I said.

“Oh.”

Alex butted in, “Ailix, we talked about this.”

“Yes, but…”

“Alex,” I started to say. I stopped when I saw my girlfriend’s face starting to turn sour, disappointed.

“Just wait,” I said. “Let’s just all get onside, here, OK? So no one gets their feelings hurt. OK?”

The two women looked at each other, then at me, and nodded.

“Cool,” I said. “Am I correct that, um, Ailix and you, Alex, had some conversation about… I dunno. Some kind of group sex? Tonight?”

Alex nodded her head. Ailix did not.

“Ah,” I said. There had not been clarity between the two.

“On the plane, do you remember?” asked Alex.

“Oh, that,” said Ailix. “I thought you were asking me to… I dunno. To… Oh. Gosh. I don’t know what you were asking me to do. But I don’t think it was this.”

“Oh, OK then,” I said. “Let’s leave that go, OK? And, let’s just start again.”

Alex said, “But why did you come over if…”

I interrupted. “Never mind that, she was probably just… jet lagged, and didn’t know what else to do, right? Let’s just go from here. OK?” I looked at Alex, and she nodded her head, then her shoulders slumped in resignation. Whatever she had planned, it wasn’t happening.

“I think I should just go,” said Ailix.

“OK, that’s fine,” I said. “And, again, I’m sorry for any miscommunication or embarrassment.”

I looked at Alex, and she seemed like she might cry. I put my arm around her, hugged her. “It’s OK, Alex. It’s OK. We will have our own party. Let’s let this nice girl go back to bed. Or… to jetlag. Whatever.”

Ailix stood, and Alex went over to her to say goodbye with a hug. The hug dragged on for longer than a simple going-away courtesy. And, it seemed to me that the other girl started to reciprocate more… genuinely. She… seemed to like the feel of Alex’ body next to hers.

Given this encouragement, Alex reached forward and kissed her, full on the lips with tongue. From where I was sitting, it sounded like a sloppy kiss, a passionate kiss.

“Just to let you know what you are going to miss,” said Alex. She kissed Ailix one more time, then stepped back.

The girl stood there, a bit stunned. “Um,” she said. Her face was flushed, embarrassed? Or excited?

Alex looked at me, and pointed discreetly, as if to say, “I told you so.” Then, she took the girl’s face in both hands, licked her lips, and applied that full kiss again. Ailix’s face filled with surprise, and… lust?

“It’ll be a lot more fun to… participate… than to listen to us fuck. Especially if you are going to listen through the door,” said Alex, teasingly. “Just in case you were thinking about going to do that. And, probably it will be uncomfortable in the hallway. Much more comfortable in here.” She glanced around the room.

What? Alex? Are you inviting this girl to… watch us fuck? Right here? Right now?

“And what are you going to do about the jet lag?” Alex continued. “Flip and toss and turn in the bed, in the dark? Read the boring travel magazines from the hotel? Try to watch TV with the sound off so you don’t wake up Sandy? Hmmm? Boring. Fucking boring.”

“That does sound kind of stupid,” said Ailix. “But, this,” she spread her hands in front of her, “Just seems… too much… too soon.”

“I get that,” said Alex. “We have just met, and… maybe this is fast. But, we are on a pretty short holiday trip, only seven days, and,” she tapped her fingers on her lips, “Maybe we can say, what happens in New Zealand stays in New Zealand? You know, discretion. And, it’s one of the few chances you might have to..,” she looked at me, appraisingly, “… experience… Kyle in person. He has some rather remarkable dick equipment. It’s rare… very rare. You probably won’t get the same chance when we return.”

Ailix eyes narrowed when hearing Alex touting my “dick equipment.” I was a bit embarrassed — I bet the girl thought my dick was huge like a donkey. In fact, it was shaped rather differently than porno dudes with blown-out pricks. I likened it to a rapier. — extra long, but thin. And extra hard. Alex says I am perfect for butt sex.

“Plus,” she purred, returning to lavish another tongue-filled kiss onto the tall girl, “You are fucking hot. And you are turning me on.”

Ailix stood there, again stunned. “Really?” she asked. This was a girl who probably didn’t hear sex compliments too often. But a growing smile spread across her face as she processed the compliment, and then its implications for the evening.

“What do you think, Kyle? Would you come here and kiss Ailix, too?” asked Alex.

I lifted myself off the bed, “I would be pleased to,” I said. “If she would like me to?” I didn’t want to press past any consent boundaries without clear understanding.

“Do you kiss as well as Alex?” she asked. She leaned toward me.

I thought that was clear enough for a green light. I stood next to the pair and wrapped my arms around both of them, landing a big kiss on Ailix and second one on Alex.

Alex giggled, and then Ailix. What was that about?

Then I understood: Alex had taken Ailix’s hand, and was slowly dragging it down into my jockeys. “I hear there is a magic snake that lives here, somewhere,” she said.

“Really?” asked Ailix. “And what if we find it?”

“I think that we might be able to eat it.”

“Or fuck it?” asked Ailix. The girl was catching on quickly.

“Can I interrupt the snake hunt for a second?” I asked. I was thinking that things had still progressed too far, too fast, and we would need to live wth Ailix in rather close quarters for at least the next week. We still needed to get the basics out of the way.

The two girls stepped back a bit, emptying their hands from my jockeys.

“First, Ailix, I want you to know that we are both clean and safe… so we don’t use condoms.”

“Okay,” replied Ailix, almost too quickly.

“Just to be clear, if you have any questions about you being clean or safe, no matter how small, then you need to let us know right now. We don’t want any lasting… negatives… to hang on long after our fun is done.”

“I haven’t had sex with anyone for more than six months, but… I don’t get regular tests, if that is what you mean.”

Alex and I looked at each other. “And pregnancy?” asked Alex.

Ailix looked downward. “Um, I don’t remember my last period. It might have been a couple of months ago. It’s really irregular. My OBGYN says I am too thin.”

“But no pill, no IUD?”

“Oh, Yeah. I’ve been on a low dose to try to regulate my cycle.” Alex nodded. That should vastly reduce the potential of pregnancy.

“That’s fine,” I said. “If you want to continue with more options without the bother of rubbers, then we can stop at a testing lab tomorrow. And we can use condoms with you until the risk is clear.”

“I don’t have condoms,” said Ailix. “I…. I don’t have sex too often.”

“I do,” said Alex. She grinned at the double entendre. “I mean, I have condoms. Too. Just in case? Somewhere?”

I took the lead again, “And, Ailix. Second thing. We… have unconventional… interests. I think you may know?”

Ailix looked between Alex and me. “Um, you like to fuck in public, with an audience?”

Alex giggled, “Yes, but that isn’t what Kyle is talking about. We like… butts. Butt sex.”

“I’ve never…” started Ailix, but her words failed her.

“You are a butt virgin?” asked Alex. “No… toy? No dick? No fingers, no tongue?”

Ailix looked back and forth between the two of us, “Tongue? Is that even a thing?”

Alex giggled again. “Maybe? Do you want to find out?”

I interrupted, “Um, Ailix, maybe you can share… what it is that you like, what you want?”

“I’ve never…” she started again, then stopped.

Alex moved to speak again, but I gently placed my hand on her arm, restraining Alex to make space for whatever words were coming from Ailix.

“Let her tell us,” I said.

We waited.

“I’ve never… had sex. With a boy. Or a girl,” said Ailix. “No sex in the last six months. No sex at all.”

Alex lips made an O shape in surprise. Other than the normal incels among the men in the dorm, I don’t think we knew any virgin virgins.

I waited for more from Ailix.

“So, this… evening is… I dunno. I am feeling a bit overwhelmed,” she said.

“You are feeling overwhelmed?” I asked gently. “And… do you want to… stop? Leave? Stay… and watch? Kiss? Snuggle? Something more? What would you like the most?”

Ailix looked between the two of us again, “Yes,.. all that. Watch, Watch you… fuck. Kiss. Kiss you, Alex. And you, Kyle. Snuggle. Um?”

She suddenly smiled. “Hunt for snakes. Eat them? Fuck them? Maybe.”

I looked at Alex, concerned, needing to talk before she… jumped into the fun, without considering the potential pain.

“I would love to do that with you,” I said to Aillix. “But…. there is a third thing to consider. Besides the fun. I… we, don’t want to hurt you. And, this….” I spread my hands out in front of me. “… is a lifestyle thing. It’s not for every one. And it might not be for you. Even if it looks like fun today. You might regret it in a few hours. Or a few days.”

“Alex and me. We are… together. And whatever we do with other people, is… just sex. So, while we may like you very much, Ailix, this is not a new romance. We aren’t going to be a… long-term threesome. It is… just sex.”