"Alone ... Together" (closed)

[LoriDean12345]

Polly didn't hear any of Carl's comments about the storm. At the first rumbling, the one that drew his attention, she was up and running for the pile of debris Carl had accumulated.

When he finally became aware of her absence, she hollered to him, "Hurry!"

Polly wasn't watching Carl's reaction, but he soon showed up at her side. Her hands were already full of the treasures. She looked off toward the black mass. There was concern, possibly even fear in her eyes. She looked back to Carl and demanded again, "Hurry!"

She turned and headed for the trail, pausing for Carl to fall behind her. They rushed uphill, with Polly stopping a handful of times to let the man less familiar with the trail catch up. By the time they arrived at the camp, the foliage surrounding them was beginning to waft in a rising breeze.

Polly threw her handful of treasures into the little hut. When Carl caught up, she told him to do the same, then said once again, "Hurry!"

She snatched up an old, worn blanket and the remnants of one of Carl's life boats. As she ran by him, Polly grabbed Carl's hand and dragged him a few steps toward another trail which she rushed down. A few minutes later, they arrived at an opening in the side of the volcanic mountain. It was barely big enough for them to slip into. The rocky floor was made easier to crawl over by sand and leaves.

Behind them, the trees and shrubs of the jungle were now waving fiercely in a wind that would only get worse over the next hours.

Inside, sparks illuminated the cave for just an instant. Again, then again, then again and again the sparks spit from the flint and steel. Suddenly, the dried, shredded leaves Polly always had here for such occasions flashed into a small, growing flame. She fed the fire building within a ring of stones with twigs and then sticks. Soon, a foot tall flame was illuminating the cave, giving Carl his first look at the shelter.

It was small and shaped roughly pyramidal. It was six feet high at the top and eight feet across at its widest point. The floor had once been uneven rock and uncomfortable for occupancy. Now it was filled with sand covered in shredded palm leaves that left a softer floor.

Polly fed the fire some larger pieces of wood and other burnables on the now crackling fire. She finally showed her new fellow islander some attention. Smiling, , though the expression on her face revealed her concern, she said, "Go away soon. Okay here."

She laid the blanket out, folded in half, then tossed the rubber raft over the top of it. She went to the entrance and pressed a door weaved of stripped fronds into it, blocking it from the storm outside. Just enough fresh air was entering to feed the fire and the two hiding islanders. The smoke from the fire escaped through a fissure in the top of the cave.

Polly crawled to the back, then returned holding half a coconut shell. She lifted it to her lips, drinking a couple of gulps of fresh water that dripped from a crack in the rocks. She offered it to Carl, saying only, "Drink."

 

[Tony2015]

Carl hadn't understood exactly what was happening until he actually saw Polly crawling into a two foot wide hole in the mountain, continuing to urge him to hurry. It was pitch black inside, and he moved slowly, feeling all about himself to ensure he didn't rap his skull on the hard, basalt walls.

He recognized the sound and sparks of the flint and steel one the first stroke. He'd learned how to make a fire in a number of ways as a Boy Scout and had even made a fire once when lost overnight on what was supposed to be a daytime hike. Carl still found himself impressed with how successfully Polly made a soon roaring fire, though.

The cave wasn't much. Three, maybe four people could have laid in here body to body in the case of an emergency, but it would have been very tight. It made him wonder who and how many had occupied it with Polly in the past, or had she only discovered it after she found herself alone on the island.

She handed him half of a coconut shell, like something out of a Gilligan's Island episode, and said, "Drink."

Carl took it, sniffed, then sipped. His eyes lit up, and he finished it off in three gulps. It was the freshest, tastiest water he'd ever had, and he was a man who had for years enjoyed nothing but the best bottled water available. He handed the shell back to her, saying, "Good."

After she took it, Carl's eyes fell to Polly's chest as they had so often already. He smirked and -- for the fun of it -- added, "Good feel."

He took note of her reaction. He also took note of her lack of sexually charged reaction to it. His smile faded. Carl was confused about his situation with the young, naïve, beauty. He had wanted her from the instant she appeared on that little camp plateau. And he'd only come to want her more -- so much more -- when she so readily spoke of masturbating for a good feel.

But ... Jesus! The woman knew absolutely nothing about how men and women were supposed to act together, sexually. She'd not only never seen a male's private parts -- his No-no's -- but she apparently had never had any sort of education about what to do with one in relation to her own parts.

I thought this was instinctual! his brain hollered. I thought we were born knowing how to fuck! As he watched Polly continuing to do things in the little emergency shelter, his mind raced with ways to introduce the concept of intercourse to the innocent woman.

(OOC: Was going to say more but I'm late. Go ahead. )

 

[LoriDean12345]

Polly didn't catch Carl's suggestive comment about the water, of course. She'd been enjoying, or maybe enduring never before imagined feelings around the boy, but with no context, she was at a loss to explain it all.

There wasn't much to be done in preparation for the storm: fire, water, bed, food. She reached up into a dark crevice and pulled down a rolled frond. She unfurled it to reveal dried fish and offered some to Carl. They just sat there in the fire light eating, staring at one another, and listening to the roar of the storm that was now engulfing the island.

The little cave never got warm. As quickly as the heat radiated from the fire, it was absorbed by the objects within the walls and the walls themselves. Polly finished her share of fish, offered more to Carl, then rerolled the rest and stuffed it away. She fed the fire again, then pulled the bedding closer to it and crawled inside.

"Sleep," she said to Carl, holding the blanket and rubber raft up in invitation to him. "Storm go away tomorrow."

 

[Tony2015]

Carl's eyes grew wide for yet the hundredth time today. "Sleep...? With you?"

Polly gesture impatiently, pointing out that there was only one bed and it would be getting cold soon. Carl couldn't help but look to the woman's bountiful chest, also for the hundredth time. He shrugged, thinking, She doesn't think there's anything wrong with it, so...

Carl kicked his shoes off and crawled over to the makeshift bed. He hesitated, then slid in next to Polly. He tried not to press up against her, even though he would have loved to snuggle up next to her.

"Night, night," he said, shaking his head a bit at the ridiculousness of the whole situation.

 

[LoriDean12345]

Polly likely surprised Carl when she snuggled up close behind him, pressing her front side to his back side. She bent her lower arm under her head and neck, supporting it. The other one wrapped around Carl's fit torso, her fingers laying against his muscular chest.

But when her legs came up against his sandy, salty water crusted, worn jeans, Polly grimaced. She lowered her hand to his hip, tucking at the fabric of his pocket. "Take off."

When Carl questioned Polly, she said, "Rough. Hurt me. Make bed dirty. Take off."

 

[Tony2015]

Carl couldn't believe when Polly scooted closer and wrapped her arm around him. He could feel her huge breasts pressed against his bare back, her cool-but-quickly-warming hand pressing against his pecs, and -- Oh Blessed Jesus! -- her lower body pressing against his buttocks. He had been sure she knew nothing about male-female sexual interaction, and now he was confused about whether she was simply trying to stay warm or was seducing him.

Polly only confused Carl more as she tugged at his pants and demanded politely, "Take off."

"What? he asked in surprise?

"Rough," she told him, wriggling her body as if to emphasize the feel of his dirty slacks against her bare legs. "Hurt me. Make bed dirty. Take off."

"You want me to take my pants off," he half said, half asked. When she confirmed, he sought more clarification, "You ... you want me to take my pants off ... and then get back into bed ... with you."

Again she confirmed Carl's inquiries. He hesitated, not only because the situation was so unbelievable but because his cock was now hard as the fucking basalt cave surrounding them! He turned to face Polly, ensuring that he kept the crotch of his pants, now pushed forward by his engorged penis, from contacting the beautiful woman with whom he was now in bed.

"I, um ... I guess." Carl had no idea what he was even trying to ask, let alone how to ask it. He finally just asked in a soft voice, "You're okay with me being in bed with you with no pants on?"

Again Polly acknowledged his question with a positive answer. He laughed, hesitated, then rolled to his back to shed the pants. He kept his knees up a bit to lift what amounted for bedding, wanting to hide the tent in his pants. He shed the dirty slacks, then tossed them aside to lay back down on his side away from Polly, embarrassed by the nine inch long pole whose tip was pushing the waist band of his boxer briefs out away from his lower belly.

 

[LoriDean12345]

While Carl was in the process of shedding his pants and trying to hide his erection, Polly was doing some stripping of her own. She realized that she, too, wasn't exactly the picture of hygienic perfection at the moment. She sat up and quickly shed what remained of the tee shirt she'd inherited from her less bosomy mother; then laid back and lifted her hips to pull the tiny jean shorts from her hips.

It was only then, as Carl laid back and Polly's knees lifted the bedding upward that he looked her way and realized what she was doing. She giggled, saying, "I am dirty, too." She lifted the shorts up into his view and tossed them near to his. He had a wide eyed look on his face, but Polly neither understood why nor made a comment about it.

Instead, as he again rolled to his side, she pulled up close to his backside, pressing hard against him, again wrapping an arm over his side to his chest. She literally purred as she said appreciatively, "Warm."

 

[Tony2015]

"Warm."

Oh Lord Almighty, I'm in hell! Robby's brain was exploding with contradicting thoughts, just as his body was exploding with passion that was of a temperature far higher than Polly's warm. He was practically naked with the most beautiful woman in the world, who also was practically naked. And yet, it had absolutely nothing to do with getting freaky. In fact, Carl suspected that if he said to her Wanna get freaky, Polly would simply stare at him and wonder about what he was talking.

Although Carl's mind was filled with fantasies of making love to her, he didn't know what to do about advancing such a wonderful event. She knew nothing about sex. And Carl had no idea how to introduce her to such a thing. Oh sure, he'd had a couple of virgins when he was a younger man. But this was the day of internet porn and R-rated movies now played on network television. There wasn't a virgin in the Western World who didn't know what sex was.

Well, to be clear, Polly knew what sex was! She masturbated after all. She'd told him so. Without hesitation or shame. But ... sex with another person? Not a clue. Not only that, but her apparently long gone mother had told her that sex with another person was bad! As he felt Polly's incredible body press up to his back side -- felt the palm and fingers of her warm hand pressing against his chest, seeking warmth -- Carl wondered, How the fuck do I teach this girl how to fuck?

Oddly, he didn't wonder about it very long. He hadn't realized how exhausted he was, after the ship wreck, the salvaging of debris through the sand and surf, the trek up and down the mountain, and the flight to the cave. He passed out in no time at all...



...waking flat on his back with Polly laying partially atop him. Her face was pressed to his chest, her huge breasts against his belly ... and -- Oh God no! -- her fore arm was laying right on top of his cock, which began to harden the instant he'd awoken to the memories and fantasies of the day before!

 

[LoriDean12345]

Polly hadn't slept so soundly and comfortably in years. She'd taken to Carl quickly. Very quickly. There was just something trustful about him. Before she'd invited him to lay next to her, Polly had already known that he would be her friend and partner in their survival on the island.

There was a definite unusualness to sleeping with another person. She hadn't shared a bed with another person in a decade. And back then that sharing had been with Sunshine and, until her death, Polly's mother. She had obviously never slept with a boy-- a man. But Carl had been so comfortable and warm against her. Once during the night, she awoke to him rolling to his back. She studied him in the dark for a moment. Then, smiling with delight at no longer being alone, she cuddled up into the arm he unconsciously wrapped around her went back to sleep.



When he stirred below her well after dawn, Polly awoke again to find herself laying on his chest. She smiled, happy, and pressed harder against him with a soft purr. Then, she felt something under her forearm, which was laying low across Carl's belly. It didn't seem as though it should be there. She sat up and tossed the bedding back. She expected to find that one of the island's many little creatures had crawled into the bed during the storm to keep warm and safe.

What she saw made Polly's eyes and mouth open wide. It was Carl's No-no, sticking out of the slot in the front of his boxers. It was the first boy No-no she'd seen before. Polly and Sunrise had loved hide-n-sneak. When the others didn't want to play, they snuck around together, spying on the others.

On more occasions than Polly could remember, the two girls had slipped up very close to Skipper, entirely undetected. And on several of those occasions, they would watched the only man Polly had known before Carl do something with his No-no. He would hold it tightly in his right hand, which moved back and forth rapidly for a minute or two. Then, he would groan loudly. Sometimes they had a perspective and proximity that allowed them to see something shoot out of Skipper's No-no.

Neither of them had understood what they were seeing. But it seemed apparent that Skipper enjoyed it, because he did it a lot. Once Polly asked her mother about it. It had been a mistake. It had also been the first and only time her mother had ever slapped her. Later, all three females sat down and Polly's mother explained about No-no's, about how they were private, and about how -- when the time came -- each of the girls would discover that touching their No-no would bring pleasure.

Polly hadn't known that Sunrise had already found her No-no's pleasure. She'd kept it secret, even from her only friend. Polly wouldn't discover such pleasure until after years later, a couple of years after Sunrise had died, leaving her all alone.

Now, though, she was seeing a boy No-no up close. And Carl didn't seem in a hurry to hide it from Polly. As she stared, it only got bigger, stiffer, and upward mobile. It rose away from Carl's belly until it was pointing directly at Polly's wide eyes. The end of it got smooth and kind of shiny in the little bit of sunshine sneaking through the makeshift entrance cover.

There were what looked like worms under the skin, running from low to high in wiggly little curves. Polly turned her arm over to look at it. She realized that the blood vessels in her arm were similar to the ones running up and down Carl's No-no. Is that what they were?

She looked back to it and after a moment asked innocently, "What makes it do that? Stand up?"

 

[Tony2015]

Modesty and propriety should have had Carl turning away from Polly and hiding away his cock. But curiosity and lust had him just laying there staring at the back of Polly's head as she was staring at his head. He was wondering how she would react, unsure after she'd said what she had about masturbation being a private thing. How would she react to seeing Carl's No-no?

"What makes it do that?" Polly asked innocently. She clarified, "Stand up?"

Carl chuckled, short and sharp. Although he couldn't see his own cock, he felt it bounce a bit as an effect his laughter.

She turned and looked at him. He could see the naiveté in her face. He asked, "You really don't know, do you?"

She shook her head.

He studied her for a moment, then told her, "You do."

When she made it obvious that she didn't understand, Carl urged Polly up off him, sat up, and pulled the blanket up enough to hide his erection. They looked into one another's eyes, an odd connection about to made, a strange time of discovery about to be begin.

"Polly, a boy like me," he began, taking it slow so a not to frighten her or destroy the trust that seemed to be building between them. "A man like me ... his No-no ... it stands up like mine did ... like mine is ... when that man meets a woman he likes. Do you understand?"

It was obvious that she didn't.

"Polly, remember what your mother told you about your No-no?" he asked, getting a nod. "Well, she was right. You touching yourself--"

He glanced down toward her groin. If he thought Polly had looked good in her thin, tight fitting top and even-smaller-than-Daisy-Duke-shorts, she was simply unbelievable in much too small black panties and bra. It was obvious that the underwear were very old as they were frayed and thin. And while Polly was easily a Double D, the bra looked like it belonged to a woman who'd been a C cup or D cup at best. Carl had noticed through the thin cloth of the shirt the day before when Polly's back had been to him that there was something foreign to the bra's original design was holding it together between her shoulder blades.

He continued, "--was something private to you and you alone when you were a girl. But Polly..." A wide smile spread his lips as he glanced to her plentiful bosom, then back up. "Oh Polly, you're not a girl anymore. You're a grown woman now. And a woman ... well ... things change when you grow up."

"How?" Her question was asked just as naively as so many others she'd asked.

Carl smiled. He couldn't believe that this was happening. Many men yearned for the opportunity of claiming a woman's virginity. Popping her cherry, if you wanted to reach back to an old phrase. But this! Carl wasn't deflowering a young woman who knew about sex but simply hadn't partaken of it. He was literally explaining sex to Polly. Other than pleasuring herself, the girl from the little desert island knew nothing of sex.

"Because when you are all grown up, Polly," Carl said in a soft, supportive voice, "you are allowed to let someone else touch you No-no ... and you are allowed to touch someone else's No-no."

He could see the doubt in her eyes. He asked, "Do you trust me, Polly? I can show you. If you think touching yourself feels good ... you can't imagine how it feels to have someone else touch you."

 

[LoriDean12345]

"You do."

Polly didn't understand. How could she cause Carl's No-no to stand up? It didn't make sense.

He went on to explain that his liking her was what caused it.

"Do you understand?"

She only shook her head lightly. Liking someone shouldn't make their No-no's change. Polly had liked Sunrise. And Sunrise had liked her. Both girls had liked Momma, and Momma had liked them. But none of this liking had caused anyone's No-no's to do strange and exotic things.

Polly could remember an incident that occurred back when she was younger. There were still four of them on island then: Polly, Sunrise, Momma, and Skipper. Sunrise's body body had begun changing in dramatic ways, getting curves here and there as well as hair in places where only Momma had had it before. And she'd begun spending much more time alone. Or, at least, away from Polly.

One day while she was searching for her friend, Polly found Sunrise and Skipper together in the dark jungle. She overheard the latter tell the former, "I really like you, Sunrise." They were sitting very close to one another, and Skipper reached out and began touching Sunrise's new, larger No-no's, the one's below her chin.

Momma had already had a talk with both girls about their No-no's. She'd told her that touching them was only to be done by themselves and onlyalone in private. Thinking she was protecting her friend, Polly called out, "I'm telling!"

Sunrise ran away, crying in fright and embarrassment. Skipper chased after Polly, screaming at her and using naughty words. But he was old and fat and had no chance of catching Polly before she told Momma.

And tell she did, too. Polly's Momma got into a shouting fight with Skipper and ordered him to stay away from the three of them. Polly didn't see him for three days. And when she finally did, she wished she hadn't. They found what was left of him floating in the North Cove. Polly had thrown up before running away. Crabs, fish, and sea birds had been nibbling at him.

Momma had told the girls Skipper must have fallen off the North Cove cliff while fishing. But Polly hadn't understood that. He'd never fished there before. It was such a steep climb, and the fishing in the lagoon was so much better. Polly also found it odd that Momma had claimed to find Skipper's knife and belt back at his camp. Skipper never went anywhere without his knife. It was almost as if Momma had had the knife before the man went into the water. But, of course, why would she? There would be no reason for Momma to have Skipper's knife, right?

When Carl explained that a girl could touch a boy's No-no's and the other way around once they'd grown up to be a woman and a man, Polly only smiled nervously. "No. That's not what Momma said."

"Do you trust me, Polly? I can show you. If you think touching yourself feels good ... you can't imagine how it feels to have someone else touch you."

She studied Carl for a long moment. Could this be true? Was she allowed to touch Carl's No-no? And he hers? Polly wished she had Momma to ask. Or even Sunrise. Sunrise had known so much more about such things. Before she'd stepped on the Spiky Fish, gotten sick, and then died, Sunrise had touched her own No-no a lot. Would Sunrise have let Carl touch her? Would Momma?

"I trust you, Carl," Polly said softly. She did trust him. She just didn't know whether she believed what he was saying. "You want to touch my No-no."

It was a statement, not a question. She knew he did. She just didn't understand why. When he nodded his answer, Polly looked to the still closed reed and limb door over the cave's entrance. "We can go back to my home. You can touch me there. Okay?"

PM

 

[Tony2015]

"I trust you, Carl," Polly said.

Carl's serious expression slowly turned to an obviously pleased one.

"You want to touch my No-no."

Carl nodded. "Yes, Polly. I do."

Honestly, he expected her to snatch up the second fishing spear that he'd noticed in the cave and stick it through his gut ... or worse, his gonads. Instead, she looked to the door as if to ensure the storm had waned, then said, "We can go back to my home. You can touch me there. Okay?"

Carl couldn't contain his enthusiasm. His lips widened in a smile, and below the bedding his cock was again hardening to rock stiffness. How the hell was he going to get his slacks on in this condition?

As Polly rose to locate her shorts and shirt, she practically shoved her ass in Carl's face. His eyes widened with disbelief. He'd met this innocent, naïve Goddess of a virgin yesterday, and now he was going to introduce her to sex! Holy fuck! As Polly moved about the makeshift bed on her hands and knees, Carl studied the folds of her pussy, practically falling out of the ages old, worn panties.

"Why, um ... why don't we do it here, Polly," Carl found himself saying quickly, almost desperately. She stopped and turned to face him. Carl's gaze dropped to her luscious tits for a moment long enough for Polly to notice ... though ... she still didn't seem to notice. She simply didn't understand what an ogle was, let alone what it meant. He softened his tone and explained, "I mean ... we're already here. We have a bed. It's private."

 

[LoriDean12345]

"Why, um ... why don't we do it here, Polly?"

"I mean ... we're already here. We have a bed. It's private."

Polly stared at Carl for a moment. He seemed to be in a hurry. She didn't understand. Nor did she understand why a bed was necessary. When she touched her own No-no, she did so where ever she was at the time. Her home, the waterfall, the green pool, the ocean, the beach. Where ever. Every where.

She did understand the comment about privacy, though. She'd been taught such things were a private thing. But, of course, private for her had always meant just her. Was it still private if they were together? Polly was still wrestling with the idea of someone else touching her No-no. But she trusted that Carl wouldn't lie to her about it being okay now that she was all grown up.

She turned to face Carl, ready to tell him they could touch here. Then, she grimaced. She leaned in toward him and sniffed. "Ewww! You stink."

Polly laughed loudly, then moved away and started putting on her clothes. She said about the place where she bathed, as if it was supposed to mean something to Carl, "Green pool."

When she saw that he wasn't hurrying to dress, Polly commanded, "Dress. Go bath." She reached out and jerked the bedding off him, exposing his still mostly stiff No-no. She stared at it, then laughed. She didn't know why it was funny. In the back of her mind, she could still remember Skipper stroking his own No-no and making funny sounds before falling back onto the sand or into the foliage.

Suddenly, Polly was in a hurry. "Dress!" She hurried toward the door, expecting him to follow.

 

[Tony2015]

"Ewww! You stink." Polly said, laughing.

Carl's eyes widened in surprise. He laughed loudly, countering, "Maybe you need to sniff at yourself, young lady."

"Green pool," she said, hurrying to dress. Carl watched her intently, catching little glimpses of her curves, her nipples, even the folds of flesh between her thighs.

"Dress," she commanded. "Go bath."

She suddenly jerked the bedding from him. Carl's cock was again stick as a tree limb. He laughed as he tried to snatch back the bedding but missed. He didn't want Polly think there was anything wrong with looking at his privates, so although with anyone else Carl would have covered himself, he didn't now.

"Dress!"

As she headed out the makeshift door, Carl quickly dressed again, fighting to get the persistent erection inside his boxers and slacks. Her hurried out the door after her. The wind was still whipping about, but it was obvious that they were nearing the end of the storm. That meant that the heart of storm had missed the little island.

Carl looked around for Polly, but she was already gone. He headed up the trail toward her home, fighting his way through the multitude of limbs, fronds, and entire trees that had come down across the path. Then, he stopped short, realizing he was going the wrong way. Polly had said they were going to her camp, but then she'd told Carl he stunk and they needed to bath. So...

He listened for a moment for some indication of Polly but heard none. He looked almost straight upwards, to the basalt cliffs. A green pool meant a constant flow of water, either rain runoff or springs or both. But ... where? He headed back down the trail to a fork and took that one instead. After only a few steps he found Polly's recent foot prints. He smiled and hurried after her.

It was a hard trek, stepper and rougher than the main trail. That made sense, of course, otherwise this would have been the main trail. The foliage began to thicken, obscuring his view. Suddenly, Carl burst out into an opening. Twenty feet before him, the cliff shot straight up twice that distance. There was no waterfall, per se. But there were small springs emerging through cracks in the rocks. Tiny streams of water worked down the wall, merging, until finally three distinguishable streams of vertical water cascaded over the rocks to the ... yep, the green pool of water at the bottom.

It was beautiful...

As was Polly.

 

[LoriDean12345]

Polly had reached the Green Pool well ahead of Carl, of course. She knew the way and had a head start. She'd arrived at the head of the trail and carefully shed her clothes. Naked, she dove skillfully into the cool water and kicked her way under water to the far side. She broke through the surface under the slight waterfall, closing her eyes as she lifted her face into the refreshing flow.

When she carefully stepped out and wiped the water from her face, she looked back to the shore. Twenty some odd feet from her, Carl was standing wide eyed, staring at her now naked form. She smiled, happy that he'd found his way. She lowered back into the pool and swam toward him, her face above the surface, watching him.

The closer she got, though, the less happy she looked. Carl looked, what? Sad? No. Surprised? Maybe. But why? Disappointed possibly? Was there a reason for him to be? Polly just couldn't read his expression.

She tilted her head back as she rose, causing her long hair to slick to her back. Water flowed down her curves as she cleared the surface. Droplets clung to her skin. To the round of her breasts. To the bush of hair in her groin, which (with less exposure to the South Pacific's sunshine) was a darker mix of colors that that on her head.

Polly saw Carl's eyes rising and lowering. He still had the blank expression on his face. She began to fear something definitely wrong. Reacting as Momma often had when she had done wrong, Polly clapped her hands together to get Carl's full attention. He flinched and looked up to Polly as she asked with a chastising tone, "What's wrong? What did I do? Is there something wrong with me?"

 

[Tony2015]

Polly swam across the small pool and emerged right before Carl. It was like watching one of those Sports Illustrated Swim Suit videos ... but on a life sized screen right in front of you ... but without clothes! Life sized porn! That was what it was. Life sized porn, in slow motion. As she rose from below the water, Carl watched the droplets of clear water flow off her perfect face, down her perfect neck, over the curves of her perfect breasts, down her perfect belly, into her curly, perfect muff, and finally down those perfect legs.

Perfect.

Carl didn't realize how entranced by her he was until she suddenly clapped her hands sharply in his face and asked, "What's wrong? What did I do? Is there something wrong with me?"

He stared into her eyes with a look of shock. He said with a tone of awe, "Oh, Polly. What's wrong with you...? Nothing! You are ... perfect! You are the most beautiful woman on the entire planet!"

She smiled, seemingly pleased with his assessment.

His gaze fell to her body again, moving between her generous, firm breasts to the little patch of darker hair at the meeting of her thighs. He could have simply stared at her all day, but ... his cock was twitching in his slacks, reminding him that he was supposed to be touching Polly, not only looking at her. He asked tentatively, "So ... about that touching you No-no...?"

 

[LoriDean12345]

"Oh, Polly. What's wrong with you...? Nothing! You are ... perfect! You are the most beautiful woman on the entire planet!"

Polly smiled broadly. The last person to have told her she was beautiful had been her mother more than a decade ago. Sunrise had once been angry with Polly about something and told her, "Your Momma has to say that about you. You're her daughter."

So, Polly had always feared that maybe she wasn't beautiful after all. And when her body began to expand so dramatically in her chest and hips, Polly even thought there might be something wrong with her. Neither Momma nor Sunrise had had such curvaceous figures. Why had she been plagued with this body?

"So ... about that touching you No-no...?"

Polly smiled. She was suddenly feeling very good. About herself, about life in general. About her new friend. She moved a bit closer to Carl. His expressing shifted the closer she got. Was it the evil smile on her lips? She was within reach of him when she turned away and began to curl out around him. Carl watched as she moved around to stand behind him. He didn't turn, though. When she was entirely behind him, he turned his head to catch sight of her there.

"You smell!" she said.

Suddenly, Polly shoved Carl at the middle of his back. He maintained his balance for a step or two. Then he missed a slight drop, leaned forward, and fell into the Green Pool. Polly erupted in laughter. She watched Carl rise out of the three feet deep water giving out a surprised gasp. She only laughed more.

"Smell," she repeated. "Wash! Then you touch my No-no."

 

[Tony2015]

"You smell!" Polly said from behind Carl. He barely had time to consider her statement before he felt himself flying forward. He tried to catch himself, suddenly there was no ground under his foot. He flailed his arms, then -- realizing that he was going in -- he resigned himself to the fact and drew a deep breath. He belly flopped upon the surface and sank a bit before pounding his arms and popping back up.

When he got his senses back, Carl found Polly laughing joyously. She repeated, "Smell ... Wash! Then you touch my No-no."

Suddenly, any reservations Carl had about what Polly had done to him were gone. He looked back to her incredible body, then -- with even more shock -- realized that now lower than her, he could see ... Oh God Almighty! ... it was the folds of her pussy, revealed between her thighs by her stance of slightly parted feet. He looked up to Polly for any indication whatsoever of modesty. There was none. Why would there be? She saw nothing wrong whatsoever in being naked with this boy.

"Fine, I'll wash," he told her. "Should I take off my clothes?"

Polly nodded.

Carl hesitated a moment, though quickly he wondered why he was doing so. Polly had already seen his cock. Not only had she seen it, she'd seen it fully hardened and, as she'd called it, standing up. So, he did it. He unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks and, working his boxers off with them as one, shed his clothes to below his knees. His cock wasn't shriveled but it was noticeably smaller than the last time Polly had been near it.

Playfully, Carl stood tall, put his arms out wide, and fell back into the pool with a splash. We he bobbed back to the surface, he worked his clothes past his ankles, stood in the almost waist high water, and tossed them onto the shore at Polly's feet. "How do I wash? There's no soap."

She didn't seem to understand what Carl meant. He made scrubbing gestures under his arms and over his chest, saying, "Soap. You know what soap is?"

Staring at the beautiful nude goddess before him, Carl's cock was swelling a bit. It wasn't enough to get the job done, but then ... they weren't at that point yet. Suddenly, Carl remembered that so far they'd only talked about touching each other's No-no's. He still had to explain intercourse to her. What would her reaction be to his wanting to put his No-no inside hers?

 

[LoriDean12345]

"Should I take off my clothes?"

Polly nodded. She would have called that a no brainer if ever she'd heard that phrase. Duh! Yet another.

"How do I wash? There's no soap."

She didn't know what he meant by soap. She'd heard the word as a little girl but had forgotten it. He made scrubbing gestures, though, and Polly did understand that.

She turned and disappeared into the jungle. Less than a minute later, she emerged with a ripped away piece of plant leaf and a flower bloom. She stepped into the pool just to her ankles and sat on the grass below her buttocks. It didn't even occur to her that with her knees now parted, her lower No-no was on full display to Carl.

Polly waved him to her. "Clean you."

She continued to wave him closer until he was within arm's reach. Polly grabbed him as if he was a child avoiding a bath and pulled him so close that he was standing between her parted knees. She crushed the flower in the tight grasp of one hand and spread the resulting debris on the underside of the leaf, which had short, stiff almost hair-like bristles on it. She was, in effect, creating a scented wash cloth. Though she obviously didn't understand the science behind it, the plant's natural make up also caused it disinfect and deodorize. It was, essentially, soap.

Polly held the leave out to Carl. He just stared in ignorance. She shook it before him as if he was supposed to know what to do with it. She stated, "Momma clean rag."

Again, Carl just stared down at the rag. Or, was it the rag he was staring at. His line of sight seemed to go past the rag to the meeting of her legs. But Polly didn't notice that. She did, however, notice that his No-no was standing up again. Not quite as much as it had been back in the cave, but more than it had been when he was swimming in the cool pool.

Polly rolled the rag over and slapped it against Carl's chest. She immediately began moving it over his skin, over his muscular torso. She knew it would feel like velvet to him, even if she herself had never seen velvet before. She reached a hand out and pulled him more into her parted thighs, washing the Momma clean rag up to his shoulders, down his arms.

"Turn," she commanded, jerking at Carl to spin around. He did, and Polly continued her cleaning of him. She did her work quickly, and soon the rag in her hand was washing over his tight and tensed buttock cheeks. She again jerked at his arm, saying, "Turn."

When he turned back to face her this time, his No-no was fully standing up. Now, thick and stiff and pointing directly at her breasts, Polly stared at it a long moment for looking up to Carl's face. She asked hesitantly, "I clean No-no?"

 

[Tony2015]

Carl was having the hardest of great times. One of the sexiest women he'd... No! The sexiest woman with whom he'd ever been naked -- an entirely inexperienced and very naïve virgin who he'd only met the day before! -- was washing his naked body, and right there, easily within reach of his fingers or better yet his lips and tongue was her pussy, was on full display for him. And she had no concerns or qualms about presenting it to him! He couldn't have made this shit up! And even if he had, none of the guys back home would have believed it anyway! He was imagining the start of his letter, "Dear Penthouse Forum, Sorry, this is too unbelievable for even you!"

"I clean No-no?"

Carl's eyes, which were already wide with surprise, only widened farther. He hesitated for a moment, telling himself, You really shouldn't be doing this! She doesn't know any better! She's not a real woman. She's not a girl, obviously. She's plenty old enough for this, has been for a long time. But c'mon, Carl, you really shouldn't...

"Yes," he said softly, ignoring the screaming going on in his brain. "Yes, Polly. You can clean my No-no."

 

[LoriDean12345]

Polly smiled, pleased with Carl's answer. She said simply, "Okay."

She looked to the man's erection for a moment. Momma had told her not to do this. Only touch your own No-no, and only alone. Years of loving instruction. And Polly was abandoning all of it because this boy said it was okay. She was grown up now. She could touch someone else's No-no now.

She caressed the leaf rag down Carl's belly, out around his groin to his thigh. Her gaze was set on the impressive appendage. And while he said it was okay, she was having a hard time touching it. There was just something wrong about it.

Then.

She did.

Polly slid the leaf over closer to Carl's erection. The flesh at the base of her thumb contacted the base. A shiver ran up her spine, causing her to giggle. She looked up into Carl's eyes, blushing. "Sorry. Just funny. Momma said--"

She didn't finish, of course. She'd already told him that. And she felt as though she was doing something sneaky behind Momma's back, touching the boy like this. Polly drew a deep breath to steady her nerves, then slid the leaf inward and around Carl's shaft.

His reaction was obvious.