** The 2015 Literotica Awards: Most Original Sex Scene **

Her tits are neatly and clearly outlined, under a thin, close-fitting tee-shirt, and her hands brush over them. Accidently? Intentionally? I can't tell; it's over in a moment. But it does something to me. All the frustration of the summer runs through my veins, and I drop my towel to the floor. I feel air all over my body. I'd never stood naked before anyone but my boyfriend. I shiver a little, not from being chilly, from excitement.

She stands up and without a word walks to me. I know it's time to make a move if I want to go no farther with this girl-girl thing, wherever it's going. I don't make a move; I want to see - wouldn't "feel" be a better word than "see"? - where she wants to go.

She wraps her arms around me and kisses me lightly on the lips.

I'd never kissed a girl before when I was aroused and excited. Her mouth is so soft, and her lips so smooth, a little slick and a little scented from lipstick. I'm startled by how different she feels from a man.

She breaks off the kiss; I wouldn't have. She says, "You're lovely, Stop me anytime you want to, but I really want you."​

"What?! You want to watch me -" gulp. "M-masturbate?" She smiled, and he'd be damned if it weren't excitement blazing in her eyes now. "Yes, please."

While his head was still reeling, trying to make sense of her request - of her - trying to remember why this was a mistake, his hands seemed to move of their own will. His fingers made quick work of his button and zip and pushed his pants and boxers down, fisted his throbbing shaft and started pumping with practiced ease, all without conscious thought. His flared cockhead was angry-red and sticky, but fresh precum oozed from his slit and he used his thumb to spread it all over, shuddering with every delicious glide, eyes closed to savor every sensation.

And then she made a sound, a soft sigh, and his eyes snapped open. Leanne was watching, riveted, completely focused on his dick, on the way it pushed inside his tight fist. "Gosh, that's so sexy!" she exclaimed, as she kneeled next to him, so close her breasts almost brushed against his moving arm. Joe groaned and quickened his pace, dizzy with desire now. God, jerking off never felt so good before.​

Moans replaced whimpers as she felt him sliding in and out of her body. Wholeness settled on Eve as his pace increased and he again sought her lips. His full lips met hers and their bodies melded into one withering mound of flesh. Sounds of his body striking hers filled the blackness. The sweetness of her musk combined with the smokiness of his scent and filled the air. The odor and sounds of their coupling rose into the trees. As their intensity increased, so did the movements in the branches above.

Needing no renewal in his body, the man released his seed in her and continued his thrusts. Grinding his lower body against Eve's, he growled even louder. The roughness of his voice and the circular motions of his hips compelled her to push back. Matching him move for move, her hips circled. Screams ripped through her, as he pressed her into the rough bark of the tree. Unaware of the tree's undulating against her, wave after wave of juice ran from her. Hearing her screams, the man again shot his seed deep within her. Combined with the cries of their orgasms, you could hear the creatures voices rise in exultation.

Sweat shone on Eve's face and a red glow settled on her skin as she lay her head on the man's shoulder. Small, childlike kisses pressed on his neck, followed by the slightest of whispers, "I love you..."​

"I hope you're ready for this."

"Is it in yet?" She sneered at me in the mirror. Nasty bitch.

"You tell me," I said, and for the second time that day I fucked the hell out of her from behind."​

"Speaking of close," Sonia smiled, lifting the blanket back down to fully stroke him again, his cock wet and dripping with pre-cum that flowed over her sticky fingers. "You must be very, very close..."

She stroked with increasing pace and urgency, noting the boy's trembling reaction, knowing the time was very close. She used two hands now, one at the base, one at the tip, holding the bottom in one hand and corkscrewing her other up and around the tip.

"Oh...oh...oh Grandma!" he quietly whispered, thrusting his hips to match her strokes.​

The woman on my left pushed a full glass of water towards me. I smiled as graciously as I could muster and looked down at my notepad, scribbling some random note to make it look as if I'd been deep in thought and had just had an important idea. But the panties weren't done with me. The crotch bunched up and squeezed my labia, massaging me again and again, scraping in and out. It felt like four fingers bunched together, their knuckles bowed outwards, were filling me and stretching me and reaching for my cervix, pushing me up that roller coaster all over again, shoving in and out with increasing speed until...

"Amy? What do you think?" my counterpart from one of the other groups piped up, lobbing his question at me.

I couldn't think what to answer him. What were they talking about?​

But Amelia's eyes, they are the connection between my tongue on her clit and her brain. Her look replaces her spine. She sees me between her legs and her eyes hold mine, and our hands connect on her breasts. My fingers pinch and tighten one nipple, her fingers the other. Our hands grapple and connect, our fingers entwined, she pulls that hand up to her mouth. Her tongue is fierce, and her lips suck my fingers inside her. A fuck, a little finger fuck in her mouth.

All the time, her eyes hold mine, as I twist and suck, my tongue in her sex. A tape holds a catheter to her thigh, but I don't mind, I just take care not to knock and bump it. Her clit is hidden and red, and my suck and spit is her moisture, and our eyes connect. Her lost nerves find replacements in her open eyed, non blinking gaze, and I caress her lips and slick that fleshy clit with my tongue, and our hands peak her long nipples high on her breasts, and she holds my hand to her throat.

And all the time her eyes never leave mine and mine never leave hers, and she looks down on me, my face between her thighs and my mouth on her heating sex. Our fingers twist and tighten and her eyes don't leave mine. Then she gasps, a tight intake of breath, and her eyes widen one last time, huge and black, her pupils a wide blackness. And Amelia arches her back, her head rolls back, and her eyes flicker back, and she shudders with her pleasure. Her eyes lose mine.​

Adrian leaned over Oliver, his eyes glazed from intense lust. He rubbed the head of his cock against Oliver's puckered hole. "I don't want to hurt you, Oliver. I need to use something slick. I have to..." He trailed off as his head turned towards the paper bag that still held the Italian bread and butter which had been part of their meal. They hadn't touched it. Adrian reached for the bag which was lying on the center table and took out the small plastic box of butter. Opening it, he scooped out a generous amount and proceeded to slick himself, kissing Oliver the whole time. He didn't remember wanting anyone more. And when Adrian's slick finger penetrated Oliver's hungry hole, Oliver had almost gone insane with need. It felt so good he'd groaned, grunted and whimpered for the fuck.

"Oh God, that feels so good." Oliver tore his mouth away to moan helplessly when two thick fingers entered him. He started to buck against the delicious assault, fucking himself on those fingers until he thought he'd go crazy. "Adrian..." He gasped when Adrian's thick fingers brushed over his prostate. His breath came in ragged gasps, his body sweating as he shamelessly begged Adrian with his body to fuck him. "Please give me your cock, Adrian. I can't wait any longer."

And Adrian had given it to him...hard.​

"Cedric!" she said breathlessly, pushing his arms down. "Cedric, honey wait." She turned to face him, shaking her head and breathing heavily. She looked over at me. "I can't do it like that again just yet. Not so soon," she said in between breathes as she faced Cedric. She rest a hand against his chest and took his cock in her other hand, looking down at it. "Sweetheart you're just too big. I can't... I can't relax. It's gonna hurt."

"I wasn't tryin' to-..." Cedric stammered, not sounding entirely certain of what he'd done.

"No," Jill said. "It's okay... Come,... Come on," she gently told him.​

After a few seconds, this wasn't enough for me. My lips part and I slowly pushed my tongue out between my teeth. I felt my tongue press into the wrinkles of my sister's asshole and heard her gasp in her speech. She actually stopped talking for a few seconds before returning to her script. As she began to speak again, I pushed more and more of my tongue out of my mouth. Soon my tongue was coiled against the tight skin of my sister's asshole. The flavor of her skin was salty and tangy and it made my heart beat faster. Her scent had grown more intense and I could taste it mixing on my tongue. My cock was aching and I found myself rubbing against my sister's leg inadvertently.

I began to swirl my tongue around on Nislani's asshole. I kept my face tight against Nislani's body and there was essentially not enough space for me tongue to fit outside of my mouth. Soon, Nislani's asshole was dripping with my saliva. Her body was shaking and, for a brief instant, her asshole relaxed and she sighed. Suddenly, my tongue plunged deeply into my sister's asshole. I was surprised by how quickly it happened.​