Astrid lowered herself into the pool, feeling the warm water caress her bare skin. She had come here for a swim—since there was no one else in the pool, she decided to try skinny dipping.
The tips of her breasts broke the surface of the water, like little islands. She sank deeper so that they sank underneath the surface and that only her head was above water. The water was warm, soothing. It felt heavenly—especially since she was naked.
She closed her eyes, smiling, tilting her head back, spreading her arms and gripping either side of the corner of the pool. It felt so good. Her hand went down past her belly button, stopping between her thighs. She stroked once, tilting her head back further, mouth opening slightly. Then again. And again… and again…
Her toes curled inward as pleasure shot through her body. She threw her head back, tangled strawberry blond hair shifting, as she lay in the pool pleasuring herself. Her folds were wet from both the water and the pleasure arcing through her body. She closed her eyes in bliss as her fingers circled her clitoris.
She moved her arm faster. Her fingers spun a web of ecstasy around her vagina as she lay in the shallow, warm water. Her breath hitched in her throat at intervals. She tried not to wriggle around. Her eyes were squeezed tight shut, and she was biting her lip so hard she thought she might have drawn blood.
Then, just as her climax was about to tear through her, a voice broke through her hazy thoughts:
"Astrid?" A splash.
Her eyes flew open. She stopped her fingers. A wave of painful deprivation ran through her as the pleasure she had been about to experience faded. I'm naked! It was Hiccup, the cutest boy at school. In the water. With her. Across the pool.
Then again... Every red-blooded girl in her grade had daydreamed of being in a situation like this with Hiccup. The two of them, alone, naked.
"Yes?" she managed to get out, breathing heavily, fingers still on her vagina. She took them off and brought her legs up, hiding her genitalia. She wrapped her arms around her knees, trying to look normal. She had left her clothes in the dressing room. Stupid me.
"Astrid?" There he was, on the other side of the pool, standing in the shallow water in his swim clothes staring at her. "Are you… naked?"
She couldn't think of an appropriate reply, so she simply said: "Yes."
This time it seemed he couldn't think of anything to say. Then, after a long while:
"Why?" He was wearing swim clothes.
She unclasped her arms from around her legs and lowered herself into the water, feeling the warm ripples spread across her bare skin. She waded into the pool until it came just above her breasts, showing only her neck and head. She was less than five feet from Hiccup.
"Why do you think?" she whispered seductively, tucking a stray strand of shining red hair behind her ear, moving closer to him. Their elbows touched.
He stared at her with unrestrained lust. "Are… Are you sure, Astrid?"
She could see his swim shorts bulging. She rose slightly farther above water, revealing the supple peaks of her breasts, eliciting another long stare from Hiccup. "I'm sure."
She moved closer to him. He took her hands in his, and they stared into each other's eyes. The area beneath her stomach twinged.
She took another step forward. Her full breasts touched his chest, making him utter a soft groan. Further—she crushed herself against him, breasts pressing against his nipples, their stomachs touching. She felt painfully needy. She could already feel her vagina releasing in anticipation of what was about to come.
"Are you sure?" Hiccup asked again, even though Astrid could clearly see the hardly-restrained lust in his eyes. "We're only sixteen, and our parents—"
"There are no parents," Astrid whispered in his ear, her hair falling across his chest. She wrapped her hips around his, her hands on his back. "There is only today." She rested her head on his chest, just below his chin. "Make love with me, Hiccup."
That was the final tipping point for him. He moaned slightly and his hands went to his pants. Astrid gently reached out a hand and touched his arm. "Let's touch each other first," she whispered in his ear.
He smiled into her bare shoulder. Astrid already felt the first stirrings of pleasure deep in her body, rising gradually as their foreplay built up.
Then she felt his fingers on her right thigh.
She gasped slightly, tensing up. "Hiccup…" she moaned into his neck.
He put his other hand on her shoulder, gently raising her to his height, so that their heads were level. She saw his eyes blaze, and then in a whirlwind of desire she pressed her lips to his.
His mouth was a wet heaven. She leaned into his eager touch. Their tongues flicked off each other. He moaned into her hair. His hand was still on her thigh. As she leaned forward, cupping her hands on his cheeks, slipping her tongue into his mouth as she was overcome by her desire, his body moved and his hand slid up her leg to touch her vagina.
She gasped into his mouth, lightning-bolts of pleasure arcing through her veins. "Hiccup," she moaned, all semblance of propriety gone. The pool was theirs and theirs alone today.
She kissed him harder—leaning forward enough that they tipped backward and submerged in the water. As her head went under, it touched his arm between her legs. His fingers slid across her wet folds. "Oh God…" she moaned, but it only came out as a stream of bubbles from her mouth.
They resurfaced, laughing. Hiccup looked at Astrid. She looked like an angel. Her breasts were the kind of thing men dreamed about—large, supple, sensitive. Her hair, plastered to her head by the water, shone in the morning sunlight from the skylights far above. His hand was still hovering near her vagina. That felt like it would look heavenly as well.
He touched her between her thighs again. He felt her legs tense up, and a strange whimper escaped from between her lips. Her eyes were squeezed tight shut. He felt wetness leaking onto his hand. She was supremely aroused. He was proud of himself.
He leaned forward and touched lips with her again, but drew away before she could touch his tongue with hers. She grasped his shoulders. Her fingernails dug into his skin. He felt her hands shaking. She looked into his eyes. "I need you, Hiccup. I need you."
He kept still. "Are you sure?"
Her gaze turned fiery. "For the hundredth time, Hiccup, yes! Just get on with it!"
He slid the back of his hand down one thigh, then the other, then back up. She shuddered and trembled. He made sure never to actually touch her vagina, but his fingers brushed the skin a fraction of an inch from it. "What do you want?" he asked quietly as she clenched her fists, knuckles whitening as his fingers came impossibly close to her vagina, but never touched it.
"What do you want?" he whispered again.
"I want…" Her voice cracked with the pain of neediness. "I want you to touch me. Pleasure me."
"Say it again." He laid a finger tantalizingly close, his fingertip a millimeter from her wet folds.
She bit her lip. He could see desire roiling in her eyes. "I want you to pleasure me."
"You sure?" He smiled down at her.
Astrid moaned—long and loud. "Please, Hiccup, please…"
He moved his finger forward ever so slowly. His fingertip brushed her vagina—she tensed up, fists clenched, eyes squeezed shut, biting her lip. He moved it forward further. Her wet folds squelched as he continued his agonizingly slow, torturous pleasuring of her.
Astrid's breath escaped her lungs in shallow, irregular gasps. She spread her legs wider, wide as they could go, presenting her vagina like a feast to Hiccup. His finger continued moving ever so slowly forward. It was enough to drive her crazy.
"Hiccup…" She moaned out his name as his finger finally touched her clitoris. Pleasure coursed through her. She felt close to climax even though they hadn't even done anything yet. "Please…"
"What?" he whispered in her ear, bending so far over her he was nearly lying down on top of her in the shallow water. His other hand brushed her belly button. She looked beautiful lying there below him, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, begging him to take her.
"Please…" Astrid gasped as Hiccup laid another finger on her folds, increasing the pleasure twofold. Her hips bucked involuntarily, causing his fingers to slide downward across her vagina. A scream was forced from her lips as intense pleasure blasted through her veins.
"Hiccup…" she moaned quietly. "Please… harder… please."
He paused his two fingers, then removed them from their resting place on her folds, leaving her pleasureless. She moaned loudly, opening her eyes. They were wet. "Please… harder!" She managed to sound a little angry.
"Are you su—"
He never got farther than that. Astrid rocked her hips upward, knocking him off balance. His fingers landed on her vagina, right on her clitoris. Her breath hitched suddenly, every muscle in her body screaming for more. His hand slipped off her folds.
Hiccup lay atop her, in true bedroom style. Somehow, his shirt had been taken off at some time during their… experience. She touched his arm, guiding it between her legs. "Now," she whispered fiercely in his ear.
As his finger slipped across her soaked folds, she let out a long, drawn-out moan. Her vision was dimming at the edges. She needed him—she needed him now!
Another finger entered her. They lay at her entrance, unmoving. Hiccup seemed to be asking her a final "are you sure."
I'm sure. Astrid wrapped her fingers around Hiccup's forearm and pushed it forward—into her. Her mind practically disappeared as pleasure blossomed from between her thighs. She spread her legs far apart, as far as they could go. Her hand was still cupped around his elbow as she pushed Hiccup's arm forward another time. Another mind-numbing wave of pleasure washed over her, eliciting a moan from her throat.
Her nerveless fingers fell from his arm, landing on her spread-open legs. Hiccup didn't need her to do it for him anymore—he slipped his finger in again, and again, and again, pumping it in and out of her. She let out an involuntary scream, hips quivering, every part of her stretched like a rubber band.
Never had Astrid felt something so intense as this. Pressure clamped down on her, dragging her under. She desperately fought her response, but her hips twitched and then she was thrusting against his fingers shamelessly, her head moving to and fro, tangled hair shifting as her breath quickened in her chest, moaning uncontrollably. Was that her making that noise? She hadn't known she could sound so girly or desperate.
"Hiccup!" She rocked her hips back and forth, moving in sync with his fingers' thrusting, eyes squeezed shut. Stars danced in her eyes. The pleasure mounted. "Hiccup!" She clenched her fist so hard she heard something crack. "Hiccup!"
Astrid exploded. The tension unraveled so quickly inside her that she screamed out his name again as spasms racked her body. She shattered and flew apart, shaken to the core as her release showered sparks through her. Hiccup kept his rhythm through it all, wringing every rolling crest of pleasure from her body.
Only when Astrid sank back into the shallow, warm water, shuddering and trembling and releasing everywhere, did he stop. Warmth burned in her face. She felt strange—until a few seconds ago, she had never climaxed before.
After her first orgasm, Astrid was like a contented kitten. She relaxed against Hiccup for a few moments while he regained control of himself. Pressing a kiss to her inner thigh near her vagina and then to her belly button, he rose up, touching his lips to hers. The taste of him and her was like being intoxicated.
Hiccup smoothed his palm up her side, cupping her breast. "You're beautiful," he whispered into her hair. "Did you like it?"
"Like it?" Astrid shuddered with anticipation. "I want you to do it to me over and over again, until I can't walk."
He kissed her again, squeezing her breast. She spasmed, a low moan rising from her throat.
"Does it hurt?" Hiccup drew back, concerned.
Astrid smiled, tears on her cheeks. She reached for him, drew him closer, crushing his body to hers. Her breasts pressed against his chest. "It's the best thing in the world, Hiccup." She took his hand in hers, pressing it gently to her breast again. Together they squeezed, their fingers interlocking. Astrid threw her head back, mouth slightly open, her eyes shut tightly.
"I need you," she gasped as she pulled herself out of the sea of pleasure. "Hiccup… I need you inside me."
"Are you su—"
"I don't ever want to hear those stupid words again," interrupted Astrid, breathing heavily. "Please, Hiccup." She swam forward, wrapping her arms around his back, wrapping her hips around his, hanging from him. "Take me."
This time he did not ask her if she was sure. His hand went to his shorts, which were already bulging. She felt his shorts and underwear being pulled down, then saw them thrown in the water. She couldn't see his… thing—it was underneath her.
Underneath her spread-wide thighs.
She had barely a second to realize this before his head touched the edge of her folds. She let out a low moan, wriggling in his arms, legs spreading wider. "Hiccup!"
He moved into her gently. She hissed quietly, letting out air between her gritted teeth, as the foreign feeling of having something inside her consumed her mind.
He moved forward further, still gentle, and stopped when he encountered a barrier. He looked long at her, eyes blazing, the question clear.
Overcome by desire, she leaned forward, crushing her breasts against his chest, and kissed him passionately, violently, drunk with passion. "Yes," she whispered into his mouth.
He lowered her softly on her back into the shallow end of the pool. She gazed up at him desperately. He knelt and moved forward.
She hissed as pain spiked in her vagina. Small rivulets of blood ran from her entrance; he lowered his head and licked them off. She spasmed as his tongue ran over her folds, leaving a trail of intense pleasure behind it. She leaned into his mouth, leaning forward, burying his face between her hips. She wrapped her legs around his head, letting him take full advantage of the feast she presented to him.
He ran his tongue over her again—inciting a series of shudders and moans from her—then began licking faster, moving his head up and down. She squeezed her eyes shut, mouth opening, the area between her thighs burning with passion and pleasure. She leaned forward so that her vagina was fully in his mouth, his bottom lip near her butt, her top lip beneath her belly button.
It was even more intense than his fingering. It was like someone had taken a bomb and detonated it inside her. Every part of her screamed, so swallowed up by pleasure that it consumed her every thought. She arched her back, her body stretched to its full limits, screaming his name as the pleasure washed over her in tidal waves of his passionate licking.
Just as the climax was about to erupt inside her, he stopped—eliciting a scream from Astrid—then thrust forward with his hips. She gasped, breath hitching in her throat as his length replaced his tongue, thrusting in and out rapidly. The pleasure was too much. Astrid exploded again, the volcano between her thighs erupting.
But Hiccup didn't stop there. He kept moving. Astrid's limp form shook as she let out a long, drawn-out moan, her vision hazy as she gazed up at him.
Then it happened. Somehow, she was suddenly on top of him, and they were in the water - then underneath it. Despite the lack of oxygen, Astrid's pleasure was increased more than ever. It was so deep this way. She took his length into her until he filled her to the hilt, then pushed herself up until she'd mostly unsheathed him. Their heads popped back up above the water. Her breasts glistened. She grasped Hiccup's shoulders tightly, all her attention fixed on what was happening in her nether regions below the water's surface.
She sheathed him again, letting out a long hiss. "Are you all right?" Hiccup managed to get out.
In response, she quickened their pace, moving hurriedly up and down on him, her breaths growing rapid and shallow. Moans escaped her: "oh … oh … oh … oh oh … oh!" Her breasts bounced. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut.
"Astrid, I'm … close!" Hiccup got out through deep breaths. His voice rang clear in her mind, pushing her to heights she had never before reached in any masturbation session. This was better than anything she'd ever done before ... better than life …
She gripped his shoulders with all she had, feeling her fingernails dig into his skin, her skin wet from the water and with sweat, her staccato moans merging into a long, drawn-out scream ... the union of their bodies, the link holding them together between their legs seemed to burst, igniting other explosions throughout her body, forming a chain reaction until her climax arrived and she bucked wildly on top of him, moaning and screaming in rapturous ecstasy, bending herself low over him. And then he began thrusting too, so that their bodies crashed together, meeting over and over and over again, and it was pure bliss ... how could this be possible ... it went on forever and forever, an endless onslaught of mind-numbing pleasure that rendered Astrid to a desperately moaning, screaming, sobbing animal, thrashing in the throes of an endless orgasm. Then Hiccup's body trembled underneath hers and she felt warmth splatter her legs, thick rivulets of liquid running down her thighs. His climax pushed her over the edge. She stiffened, every muscle tensing, then finally - FINALLY - released, moaning in relief and pure ecstasy as another, even more powerful wave of pleasure enveloped her, drowning her ... she felt her own juices soak her legs, felt herself releasing again and again and again and again ...
Then it was over. She lay on top of Hiccup in the shallow corner end of the pool, their bodies pressed together, hands intertwined, both of them panting desperately. She could still feel liquid trickling out of her vagina, pooling on Hiccup's leg. Her face was pressed into his; she captured him in a kiss, bringing her hands up to his head. They drowned in passion, Astrid moaning slightly and pressing herself into Hiccup, feeling his length brush her vagina again, feeling a sweet pleasure as her wet breasts pressed into Hiccup's chest.
"That ... that was amazing," Hiccup whispered in her ear, their bodies still smashed together. She moaned softly in response, her vagina aching. She needed more! Her body spasmed once, then again. "Please … please," she whispered as they kissed fiercely, tongues meeting repeatedly.
Seeming to understand what she meant, he spread her legs so that one gracefully arched foot pointed straight upward, and the other directly against the pool floor, stretching out horizontally, presenting her dripping, still-pulsating vagina as an irresistible temptation to Hiccup. He sat in front of her and spread his own legs so that they supported Astrid's. There was no glance at her to "make sure she wanted this". He wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her slowly toward him. Her face was a soaked, red, flustered mess, her hair unkempt, but to him it looked like the face of an angel.
Astrid threw her head back, closing her eyes, as Hiccup entered her. She felt pleasure … indescribable pleasure even now, after she'd had three mind-blowing orgasms and screamed her throat nearly hoarse.
She pressed herself to him again, eyes squeezed shut, her hard breast nipples leaving red imprints in his skin. She whimpered, shuddering as they united again, feeling her walls contract around him. It only took three thrusts before he spilled again inside her, letting out a deep, tortured breath, and the warm spurt of fluid shooting up her vagina forced her over the edge. Her fingernails dug into his neck. She arched her back and pressed her knees into his sides. She threw her head back, crying out in pleasureful anguish, bucking frantically as the pleasure inside her peaked and her juices splattered over her thighs and his, soaking them both. Then, with one last spasm, she collapsed onto him, shaking.
She kissed his chest, her body still shaking and spasming. Her arms trembled. What was happening to her? Her hunger was not sated; if anything, the ache between her legs had only increased.
"Can you go again?" she asked, resisting the urge to take hold of his length and force it inside her.
"I ... give me a few breaths?"
They moved so that they were standing in the pool, her back to the pool wall, him in front of her. "While you're recovering," she said, the aching hunger between her legs leaping, "you can do this." She laced his fingers in hers and pressed his hand to her right breast, pressing down on his hand so that he squeezed her breast. Her eyes shut and she threw back her head, hair falling like a curtain behind her; it was an involuntary reaction.
"Astrid, you are insatiable," Hiccup said while squeezing again. Her fingernails dug into his back; she opened her eyes, her vision swimming.
"More ... " she whispered, pulling him to her. They kissed again, and she lost herself in sweet pleasure as she squeezed her breasts.
Then she suddenly found herself lying on her back in the shallows. Hiccup spread her legs, kissing the insides of her thighs, running his hands along them. Astrid sighed and ran her fingers through his hair, enjoying the softness of it. "What are you doing?" she asked, looking down her body at him.
She cried out when she felt his lips touch her. Her breath came in hard, loud pants and moans. He reached out with his tongue and drew it through her folds in a single, long, slow motion. She let out a long, keening whine, her hips grinding down on his face out of pure instinct. Her toes curled and her hands fisted in his hair. She had his face pressed firmly into her vagina, and his nose was brushing something hard at the very top of her slit. It was driving her wild, but it wasn't getting enough attention.
"Hiccup!" she managed to gasp through her ecstasy. "There's — oh gods! — there's something ... here!" She reached down and found the hard little bump with her fingers, tapping his nose at the same time to draw his attention. "That, right there ... there!" He happily obliged, licking and teasing it with his tongue and lips as her hips continued to rock and gyrate against his face.
"More…harder!" Her own hands tangled in her hair, clutching at her scalp and face in the blissful agony that was Hiccup's mouth.
Not really sure what she meant, Hiccup wrapped his lips around that little bump as best he could and sucked. Hard. Astrid's hands shot back to his head and pressed him into her hard enough to suffocate, feeling his nose brush against her vagina, feeling him suck at her clitoris. She wrapped her legs around his head like a vice and hung on as if for dear life, letting out a desperate scream. Again she felt herself release, felt liquid explode from her vagina.
Her chest heaved, breasts bouncing, as she lay back in the shallow water, muscles relaxing. Hiccup's face was soaked with her juices. Astrid felt her thighs dripping as she stood up, and not because of the shallow water. She looked down and saw that her entire upper legs were completely covered in her own juices. She ran a finger along her upper right thigh and found it coated with a sticky, runny liquid.
"I ... I think I'm ready," Hiccup said. She nodded slowly, then out of nowhere tackled him, sending them to the pool floor again. They were covered in water up to just below Astrid's nose.
Hiccup sat up, his face coming up from under the water, and took her in yet another passionate kiss, sending arcs of warmth and pleasure through her body and rivulets of release fluid down her thighs. She was so stimulated, it took practically nothing to get her to an intense orgasm.
She wriggled forward, breasts bouncing, and sheathed him inside her, feeling him move in her, feeling her walls squeeze and loosen around him ... It just felt so good. He felt so good. "Faster!" she cried, feeling him oblige, giving delicious grunts of his own as he sank into her over and over again. Gods, it was ecstasy, heaven, paradise to feel him move against her, to feel his slick skin press and rub against her. She couldn't help but moan and scream and cry out his name as the pleasure built and spiked and burst and she felt her body convulse and tighten and squeeze down on him. She lay there, half-submerged in water, moaning and screaming as Hiccup rode her through her fifth or sixth climax of the night.
Half-drunk with pleasure she shot Hiccup the most lustful smile she could and drove her hips back into his as hard as she could muster. It was clumsy and poorly timed, but she was still rewarded with a loud moan from Hiccup.
"Sing for me!" she moaned blissfully. "Don't you dare be quiet. Let me hear how much you love this!" Her words were overlapped by a scream from her again as they moved faster, both of them thrusting toward each other, their bodies smashing together. She didn't know why, but hearing him grunt and groan and moan just made her so hot, made everything feel so much better!
Her hands fisted in his hair or on his flesh or in the water, wherever she could grip while her legs wrapped around his hips and locked at the ankles, drawing him in impossibly deeper. He didn't disappoint, letting her hear every ounce of the pleasure she was giving him.
She felt his thrusts grow ever more wild, ever more desperate. He was on the edge, teetering on the precipice of climax but not letting himself fall yet. Was he waiting for her? Could he even do that? She was close, she could feel it in the tightness in her gut. She was so close, he didn't have to wait.
"Let go," she whispered in his ear, the soft sound standing in stark contrast with the screaming they had both been doing earlier. "Let me feel it inside me ... " That was enough. With a loud grunt in her ear, he was pushed over the cliff into pure bliss. The grunt and the sudden wet rush of warm fluid inside of her was more than enough to send her over as well. She smashed into him over and over again, feeling his spasming length reach impossibly deep, feeling herself release, feeling her juices shoot out from her vagina and soak both their legs for the sixth time that night.
Exhausted and utterly spent, the lovers collapsed to the pool floor in a sweaty, soaked heap, gasping for air. Astrid felt like she had run a mile or more and her body buzzed and hummed like ... well like nothing she had ever felt before. And then she felt it. Hiccup's warm body shivering against her. Was he cold?
"You're trembling," she whispered in his ear.
"Am I?" was his brain-dead response. She giggled and covered him with a fur, pressing herself as close as she could to him. "Astrid that was ... that was amazing ... I ..."
She pressed her finger to his lips. He didn't say anything; he didn't need to. All he needed to do was pleasure her, make her scream.
"Can you ... can you touch me? Here?" She took hold of his arm and directed it down toward the throbbing fount between her legs, the center of pleasure that still ached for more and more, for him to pound into her until she couldn't walk.
"You really are impossible to please," Hiccup said as he began to move his fingers inside her, stroking her innermost places as her walls contracted around him. "Gods, you're soaked!" he exclaimed.
"It's possible to please me," Astrid whispered in his ear, beginning to move up and down frantically on him, her breasts pressing against him, her vagina leaking her sweet release juices. "It's just never possible to please me enough."
All in all, the lovers united themselves in rapturous ecstasy for five full hours, until a search party sent by a worried Stoick found them collapsed atop one another on the edge of the pool, a puddle of juices around them. Stoick was overjoyed that his son had finally taken the step to become a true man.
Two days later, after warrior training, Astrid ran into Hiccup behind the arena. Her vagina ached and twinged; she'd been deprived of pleasure ever since she saw him. Masturbating hadn't worked either. She ... "I need you again," she whispered in his ear, pressing herself against him. "Please?"
He took hold of her shirt and pulled it up over her head, then began undoing her bra. She trembled in anticipation, already feeling herself releasing over and over again. When he reached her panties, Hiccup found them utterly soaked, Astrid's juices dripping down her thighs. "You're soaked," he said. The same words he'd said two days ago, at their first ... experience.
"Only for you," she whispered in his ear as he entered her again.