4 comments/ 21241 views/ 0 favorites Astro By: josicuervo I guess I did it on purpose though I'm not really sure I knew it at the time. If I think about it long and hard, I'm almost certain it wasn't my idea at all, but I'm not so certain you'd agree with me on that one. There again, I doubt you're complaining one way or the other since either way you still got your way. Okay, we both got our way, but that's not the point either. It all started when I decided to make a detour to the local sex shop. It was an innocent enough venture thinking along the lines of lingerie and innocent looking toys, but somewhere along the way I remembered a certain text conversation about coming in new fun places and the results were quite pleasing to say the least. So I decided it was time to do a bad, bad thing and I mean bad in the very best way possible. Now I know that the best way to get something is to just outright ask for it and I know that anything I want will be served up to me on a platter, but sometimes it's just more fun to make a game out of it. Which is why I put a big bow on a bottle of Astroglide and left it in a very convenient place for you find it. Not that the fridge is a very smart spot to store lube, but it was the best way I could find to get my point across without having to write an invitation and tape it to my ass. That is an idea for a later date. I know the moment you find it. I hear you walk into the kitchen, hear the fridge door open and hear you rummaging around inside in search of a drink or a snack or whatever it is you fancy at that moment. Usually you pick the second or third item you put your hands on, but this time I had rearranged the contents of the fridge in such a way you'd have to bend down and look for something interesting. So after I hear a few things slide and click out of the way, there's a distinct pause and I know you have it in your hands. I can almost hear your brain working and I know it's because you're in the middle of doing something outside and can't help but contemplate finishing the job before starting a new one. I also know that you'll take me up on the offer because it's really just an offer that you absolutely can't refuse. I hear the fridge door shut then silence. I know you're standing in the kitchen listening for my whereabouts. I stay still in the hallway, practically holding my breath as I wait for you to make a move. I hear something drop to the floor and it's not until I hear an identical sound that I realize you've removed your shoes. My heart jumps and I have a brief moment of panic as I realize I'm already being stalked, immediately followed by a moment of exhilaration and I creep away from you, intent on making you hunt me down. What I didn't count on is my running into you right as I turn around. While I was having my moment of exhilaration you were making your move and I never heard you or saw you or even smelled you. You smile at me wickedly, your arms wrapping around me and pulling me closer. I struggle just a bit and your arms tighten around me until I'm pressed as close to you as I can get. I inhale your scent as deeply as I can breathe and just that makes something clench inside me. Just the smell of you does it for me; that's all it takes. I relax against you and you foolishly loosen your hold on me. I smirk in satisfaction then wrench myself free, bolting out of the room just as you reach for me again. I hear you laugh behind me and I run away without any real plan because we both know I want you to catch me as quickly as possible. I had this entire scenario all planned out, but somehow I forgot to make a real decision on where we'd do it and now my brain is failing to process anything other than yes, yes, yes, now, now, now. I end up in the bedroom, standing in the middle of the room all wild-eyed and panicky. I move to the far side of the room, putting the bed between us as you stalk into the room and I whirl around to face you. You're watching me with a satisfied smile, that sure-thing look in your bright eyes, You know you're going to get what we both want and how much you like it is written all over your face. You watch me for a moment, all calm and unassuming as you say, "C'mere." I blink, my heart pounding even faster in my chest. I shake my head, backing up a step without meaning to. You reach a hand out to me, say quietly yet firmly, "Come here..." I try not to respond. Attempt to shake my head and deny you, but instead I find myself creeping towards you until I'm placing my hand in yours and you pull me the rest of the way so I'm pressed up against you again. You lost your shirt somewhere in the hallway and your jeans are unbuttoned in invitation. I reach between us, yanking the zipper down and pushing the material down, down, down to the floor. I start to kneel down, but you stop me with a hand on my arm and the wild look in your eye makes me pulse with anticipation. You kick your clothes out of the way, pull me against you and then walk me backwards toward the bed. You kiss me slowly, your tongue and lips moving over me until I'm malleable in your arms and then you kiss me some more until I'm practically boneless. You strip my clothes off then maneuver me around on the bed until I'm on my hands and knees and you're knelt behind me. You slowly lick a path down my ass to the hot center of me, and I'm panting almost before you touch me there. You lick and suck my clit then move on until your fucking me with your tongue. I rock against you, rubbing myself on your mouth shamelessly, the noises falling from my lips desperate and uncensored. Just knowing what we're going to do has me wrapped up in knots and I'm already shaking with it, already on the verge of begging you to fuck my ass. You move away from me and I hear the click of a lid opening. I shiver at the feel of the cold liquid on my heated skin then shudder as you warm it by rubbing it into me. Your fingers are slick on me and you ease them into my wet pussy, stroking all the right spots before moving the short distance to my ass where you rub and prod and tease until I can hardly stand it anymore. I'm panting, my nipples and pussy tingling as you play with my ass and I rub myself against you in invitation, biting my lip so I won't beg too soon. You continue to work me over, lubing me up until I'm dripping wet and ready for you. I feel the head of your cock pressing against me and I start to tense up in reaction, excitement strumming through me as the pressure increases and I force myself to relax, my breath held in suspense as you slowly, slowly start to push inside of me. You press forward, probing and poking at me until you finally manage to slide the tip of you into me. I feel the coolness of more lube being added and I nudge back, pushing you in a bit further and I feel you quiver a bit behind me, hear the rasp of your breath as you try to hold yourself back. You pull out a bit then carefully thrust back in, again and again and again, deeper and deeper and deeper, cold lube and hot friction, until finally I feel your balls against my pussy and all of your dick in my ass. You pause like that, your cock pushed all the way inside me, your upper body draped over mine. I can feel you shaking, hear your ragged breath in my ear and your pleasure just increases my own. I reach a hand down, pressing my fingers into my clit and I know it won't take much to push me over. I push back against you, gasping at the small amount of friction and you raise yourself off of me, moving your hands to my hips. You hold me steady as you ease out of me and I hear you groan, the sound pulling an equal response from me. You slide back into me, setting a slow pleasing rhythm and I rub my clit in time with the motion of my pumping hips. I buck against you, forcing you in a bit harder and the pleasure sharpens almost painfully until I can't stop myself from shoving back even harder, my fingers frantic on my aroused flesh. I feel my orgasm rushing towards me, feel you moving in my ass and the pressure of my slick fingers rubbing over my clit and I can't stop myself any longer. I choke, sob, "harder, baby, fuck me," and you shove into me more forcefully, your fingers digging into my hips almost painfully as you urge me to move with you. I rock forward, slamming myself back, my fingers rubbing over my clit even faster and I'm gasping and moaning, almost choking on it as I chase my pleasure. You pick up the pace, thrusting and retreating once, twice, three times and then I'm coming, all quivering body and incoherent sex noises as I buck and thrash against you. You dig your fingers into my hips even harder, pushing into me almost violently and I feel your balls slap against my hand as you curse. You pump into me once, twice more then freeze, your cock buried balls deep. You spasm, your cock twitching as you spurt your release inside my ass. You're moaning, panting, your hot breath painting my shoulder as you fall forward over me and my shaking arms give out bringing us both face down on the bed. You're breathing heavily, sticking to me slightly with sweat and though I can't see your face, I'm sure you're smiling with after-sex satisfaction. I'm smiling too, all tingly and lethargic and already looking forward to shower time. Astrology 101 Using the Zodiac to Create Vivid Characters OK, OK I can hear you already that astrology stuff is a bunch of hooey. NO PROBLEM you don't have to believe in astrology to make it work for you. I recently read an article for fiction writers called "How to Create Convincing Characters." The author suggested aspiring writers create stacks of index cards with various character traits on them both desirable and undesirable and collect them for future use in their stories. Well I am going to suggest you save yourself a bunch of time, energy and space: buy a basic astrology book. Please don't make a judgment about astrology based on what you read in the newspaper each morning. Many people are only aware of the fortune telling aspects, and do not realize that astrology it is a great tool for learning to understand, appreciate and value each other; even when we're very different. Begin to think of the 12 signs of the Zodiac as just symbols for all the different types of energy it takes to make the world go round. Aries is the first sign of the Zodiac. It's ruled by the planet Mars. It's the energy of "GO," and raw masculinity. It initiates leads, thrust, drives, pushes, champions and reaches. It is the energy of the alpha male, the warrior, jock, daredevil and Hunter. It manifest in us as, independence, confidence,sexiness, bravery, upfront-ness, progressiveness, outspokenness, bravado, combativeness, aggressiveness, lustfulness, brashness, foolhardiness, self-centeredness, hot tempered- ness, egotism and violence. Women with this energy were often described as "feisty," fiery and domineering. When you think of Aries think of the qualities of star Athletes ********. Taurus is ruled by Venus the sign of peace, quiet and maintaining the status quo. It collects, maintains, builds and distributes; it's the energy of "The Gatherer." It manifest in us as easygoingness, pleasantness, attractiveness, practical-ness, dependable-ness, steadfastness, worthiness, comfort loving-ness, earthiness, simple-ness, laziness, greediness, hoarding-ness, selfishness, stubbornness, backwardness, materialism and gluttony. When you think of Taurus think of the qualities of Bankers *********** Gemini is ruled by the planet Mercury It is the energy of intelligence, communication and dissemination. It moves, travels, transmits, transfers, transports ideas and information. Sometimes reliable sometimes not. This is the energy of the, journalist or the town gossip. It manifest in us as communicativeness, articulate-ness, knowledgeable-ness, cleverness, wittiness, brilliance, Funniness, nosiness chattiness carelessness, mischievousness, sarcastic-ness, flightiness, trendy-ness shallow-ness and irresponsible-ness. When you think of Gemini think of the qualities of News Reporters ********* Cancer is ruled by the Moon. Cancer is the energy of feeling and connection. It protects, attaches, connects, nurtures and preserves. In manifest in us as caring, kindness, tenderness, sentimental-ness, sensitiveness, moodiness, old fashioned- ness, nervousness, possessiveness, homebody-ness, clinginess, fearfulness and insecurity. Cancer men are the classic "mama's boys" When you think of Cancer think of the qualities of Mothers *********** Leo is ruled by the sun. The Sun is our center or essence. Leo is the energy of, fun, joy, creativity, self expression, and satisfaction. It manifest in us as star quality, charisma, liveliness, creativeness, generousness, worthiness, glamorousness, luxuriousness, sociable-ness, shiny-ness, pompousness, bossiness, know it all-ness, self centeredness, attention seeking-ness grandiose-ness, pretentiousness, inconsiderate-ness and egomania.. When you think of Leo think of the qualities of Celebrities *********** Virgo is also ruled by Mercury. In Virgo mercury is the energy of order, precision, exactness or perfection. It manifest in us as intelligence, directness, competence, sharpness, reliable-ness, thoroughness, helpfulness, cleanliness, timeliness, humbleness, detailed-ness health consciousness, prudishness, frumpiness, finicky-ness- crankiness, hair splitting-ness, pettiness, criticalness and hypochondria. When you think of Virgo think of the qualities of Good Servants ************ Libra is ruled by the planetVenus. Libra is the energy of beauty, grace, harmony, justice, and all things pleasurable. it manifest in us as refinement, moderation, sophistication, good looks, charm, glamour, sociable-ness, tastefulness, luxuriousness, wealthy-ness, peacefulness, sweetness, contrariness, shallowness, blandness laziness indecisiveness, vanity and self indulgence. When you think of Libra think of the qualities of Super Models ************** Scorpio is ruled by the planets Mars/Pluto . Scorpio is the energy of death, decay, rebirth and transformation. It manifest in us as will power, passion, determination, magnetism, sexiness, stick to it-ness, overcoming-ness, healing-ness, intuitiveness, psychic-ness, brooding-ness, intenseness, lustfulness, obsessive-ness, stealthy-ness, self destructiveness, willfulness, treacherousness, unforgiving-ness, revengefulness and do or die-ness. When you think of Scorpio think of the qualities of the underworld ***************** Sagittarius is ruled by the planet Jupiter. Sagittarius is the energy of teaching and learning. It investigates, examines and experiences to find out the ultimate truth of things. It manifest in us as honesty, optimism, Searching-ness, adventurousness, growth oriented-ness, luckiness, expansiveness, philosophical- ness, open-mindedness, curious-ness, sociable-ness, generousness, inquisitiveness, insensitiveness, bluntness, offhanded-ness, know it all-ness, sloppiness, carelessness, bombastic-ness, and restlessness. When you think of Sagittarius think of the qualities of professors ****************** Capricorn is ruled by the planet Saturn . It is the energy of STOP. It is law, order, rules, regulations, discipline, integrity, structure, solidness, steadiness, loyalty, and earthiness. It manifest in us as hardworking-ness, productiveness, determined-ness, trustworthiness, resourcefulness, seriousness, reliable-ness, piousness, self-righteous-ness, hypocritical-ness, anal-ness coldness, aloofness dullness, stinginess, judgmental-ness, snobbishness and elitism. When you think of Capricorn think of the qualities of stern fathers ***************** Aquarius is ruled by the planets Uranus/Saturn. it is the energy of innovation, newness and modern-ness. It "thinks outside the box", and looks ahead. It invents, inspires, makes changes and wants to do and be different. It manifest in us as genius, friendliness, humanitarian-ness, open-mindedness, freethinking-ness, uniqueness, creativeness, cool-ness, eccentric-ness, zaniness, oddness, weirdness, unisex-ness, contrariness, stubbornness and perverseness. When you think of Aquarius think of the qualities of hippies ***************** Pisces is ruled by the planets Neptune/Jupiter . It is the energy of dissolution. It blends, transcends, joins and bypasses walls and barriers. In manifest in us as sympathy, empathy, kindness, understanding-ness, calmness, soothing-ness psychic-ness, mysteriousness, spiritual-ness, sacrificing-ness, surrendering-ness, passive-ness, laziness, fuzziness, Dizziness, drunkenness, vagueness, deceitful-ness forgetfulness, otherworldly-ness When you think of Pisces think of the qualities of Clergy . ***************** Unless you've had a professional horoscope done, you may not know that every planet in the solar system appears to be in some constellation of the Zodiac at any given time. A horoscope is a snapshot from the earth's perspective, of all the planets in the solar system, and where they appear to be in the Zodiac at the exact time of your birth. Each sign of the zodiac describes the way we experience a particular kind of energy. Each planet relates to a particular sign and energy, but also an area of human experience or psychology. Sun -Is our essence or soul purpose (whatever your sign) Moon -Our emotional nature and instinctive reactions to things and situations Mercury -How we observe the world, think, and communicate. Venus -Our capacity for love and harmony the things we value or desire. Mars -Our physical constitution, energy level, sex drive and temper. Jupiter -How we are generous, and therefore lucky. Our capacity for growth Saturn -Our degree of self discipline, integrity, and grounded-ness. Uranus -How we take chances, experiment and break rules and conventions Neptune -How we are inspired or can be deceived. Our level of spirituality. Pluto -Our ability to "overcome," our depth of thinking and feeling, how we Might harm ourselves and others. We make our fictional characters interesting by exaggeration, or making them larger than life. Using the archetypal or pure energies of the Zodiac can make for clear, consistent, vivid, easily identifiable characters and sharp contrast; but often at the risk of them seeming cartoon-ish. So here's where it gets interesting: you can add a few subtle notes to your personalities by mixing and matching. Yes, all in one character. This happens to be the way we're all created. So you could conceivably be a hot blooded Leo with a tender, romantic Pisces moon, have Mercury and Venus in picky Virgo, and mars in cool calculating Capricorn. It happens. The mixing, matching and overlap, is what makes us unique, gives us our strengths, colors, quirks, idiosyncrasies and personal demons. It's also the reason were able to get along at all. If we were all pure types, life on earth truly would be a living hell. I won't bore you with any more details. My goal is to inspire you to do your own research. I've given you just the basics. There are lots of good basic astrology books out there, and a lot that will cure your insomnia really fast; but my favorite author for beginners is Linda Goodman. I'll bet many of you already have at least one of her books. I'd say she was pretty much responsible for introducing baby boomers to the world of Astrology. She's did a brilliant job of putting "flesh and blood" on the signs of the zodiac. Many astrology books will only list the traits of each sign. WARNING: you might want to have some allergy medicine handy. Her prose gets a little flowery at times; but she's definitely worth a sneeze or two. As a doctor, farmer, scientist, or writer I believe there's a lot of comfort and even power, in being able to name a thing. In this case a particular kind of human energy. Once you've mastered knowledge of all the traits and developed a real feeling for the nature of each sign, you can use the Zodiac as your "spice rack" to create truly appetizing and believable characters. Now I hope you're never able to write a story, read a book, watch TV, see a play or movie the same way ever again. Write On! Venuzian Astronomy 01 Astronomy 1 - Eclipsus As Patrick turned off the main road towards the idyllically picturesque village that was now home he believed himself to the luckiest man alive. He had plenty of reason. After a few years of moderate struggle he was now forging a reputation as one of the finest guitar builders in Europe. What had once been a hobbyist's obsession was now a profession. As importantly, things were really taking off for his wife, Jane - the only woman, besides his mother, he ever had and ever would love. As obsessed as Patrick was with the precision engineering required to create beautiful instruments to produce perfect sounds, so Jane was obsessed with the imprecise mystery of infinity and all the moons, stars and planets within it. The only difference between them was that whereas Patrick's genius had taken a little while to flourish, Jane had been recognised as the most gifted astronomer of her generation almost from her first day at Oxford. Having rushed through her degree, her doctorate and a couple of pieces of ground-breaking research she was the unchallenged candidate, even at 26, for the new, yet immensely well-funded and prestigious post of Director of Astronomy for the Universities of Sussex and Texas. So, flushed with an advance on a franchise deal Patrick had signed for a range of electric guitars and basses and the not inconsiderable salary Jane now commanded, they had left their cramped flat in Oxford for a sumptuously refurbished Georgian house, on the edge of what was simply the most perfect village on the South Downs. With part of the attic transformed into a glass roofed observatory for Jane and an old stable block converted into a workshop for Patrick they felt truly at peace with the world. Added to which, they each had reasons to look forward to annual trips to Austin, Jane to play in the McDonald Observatory, Patrick to play for commissions amongst the country and western aristocracy. This attractive and increasingly successful couple were welcomed into the village community. Despite having always been a little shy and frankly gauche in any social situation or conversation not focused on stars and guitars, Patrick and Jane found themselves slipping comfortably into a life of fetes and charity receptions, pub cricket and quizzes. Despite - or perhaps even because of - their complete lack of faith they had already been to dinner at the rectory a few times, forming, through the rector's easy-going hospitality, a number of casual acquaintanceships and a couple of closer friendships. It was therefore of no great surprise to Patrick to see Helen Lamb's distinctive orange roadster in the drive as he approached the house. Helen was something of a non-celestial star in the village. She was everything red-heads should be: vivacious, funny, warm and full of compassion for the plight of anyone and anything not having the greatest time, be they an endangered species, a dispossessed tribe, an under-funded pop-in centre or just a soul in need of cheering up. She was no fragile daughter of sheep though. Her temper could be as fiery as her mane of thick auburn hair - a characteristic displayed at the first of those rectory dinners, when she went into a rant at the church's failure to challenge the Government's record on tackling real poverty, earning a round of applause from a range of folk who plainly had little first-hand knowledge of the issue. Friendship with Helen had, Patrick reflected, really helped Jane settle and come out of herself just a little. Whilst not as close as sisters, Helen, older by a couple of years, had carefully guided Jane into a couple of organising committees and even got her to work on one of the stalls at the most recent village fete, the kind of thing Jane had always dreaded. Helen had also encouraged Jane to spend a little of her new-found affluence on herself, which reminded Patrick why she was there: the two women had planned a shopping trip into Brighton, ostensibly to help Helen choose a dress for some high-society wedding she was attending but more likely as an excuse for them to treat themselves to something frivolous and do lunch. No doubt they were now surrounded by bags and wrapping. Certainly, they were not expecting him. He hadn't been due to leave Madrid until the early evening, but having clinched the contract to make a range of guitars and lutes for the Conservatoire the day before he taken a leisurely breakfast and caught the lunch-time flight. Of course he had missed Jane as much as always, but he didn't really want to break into her fun with Helen and besides, it would be good to get straight into the workshop and start designing. So, he parked round the back of the barn and slipped into the sanctuary of his workshop. No sooner had Patrick started to draw up some designs than he realised he needed a couple of books from the house. Not wanting to disturb Jane and Helen he slipped in quietly through the utility room and down the rear hallway to the library. Books in hand, quietly he left the library and headed back down the hall ... save something made him stop. Standing there in the still quietness he suddenly became aware of Jane and Helen's voices in the sitting room, familiar voices yet there was something strangely unfamiliar about them - a husky, whispering delicacy, a close familiarity. Like a moth to a flame he silently tiptoed past the library, stopping opposite the partially open doors to the sitting room. Unable to see either Helen or Jane, or be seen by them, he listened in wide-eyed amazement to their sweet and now unmistakably intimate voices. - hmm, oh Helen that's lovely - you like it - oh yes, oh yes ... so nice ... They could have been talking about dresses, but there was a breathlessness in Jane's voice that Patrick barely recognised, whilst the way Helen had whispered those three syllables was so gentle and low as to be almost ... seductive. - oh, I've wanted this for so long - have you - you know I have - how do I - don't tease me Jane ... - no, please, don't stop, don't stop ... hmm, oh that is so good - you did know, didn't you - well ... I don't know, I mean, it's not as if ... - you're used to women fancying you - no ... well I suppose I don't really know whether they do or not ... but I suppose I did feel there was something between us, you know, like I could feel something special in the way you look at me sometimes - like I think you are completely and utterly wonderful - do you - of course, do you think I'd try to seduce just anyone - I don't know - Jane! - no, I didn't mean it like that Helen ... I mean I don't think it's any of my business ... I mean, I just think being seduced by you it's just the loveliest thing - oh Jane, that's so sweet - oh yes, hmm, that's so nice, oh Helen, that's so good Patrick was both amazed and mesmerized by the sound of Jane's willing seduction, for that he could not doubt was what it was. Whilst Helen was obviously the seducer and though he may have missed some earlier moments of indecision or resistance on Jane's part, she was clearly now beguiled by the temptation of Sapphic love. With a sense of indignity at his inability to resist the base desire to spy on his wife's pleasure, he crawled silently across the floor to peer voyeuristically between the door and its frame. Though almost completely out of view, Jane was sitting on the sofa beneath the window to the garden, clearly unworried that someone might wander round the side of the house and see her. Helen knelt between her thighs, her face beaming with playful delight as she teased and pleased Jane somewhere beyond Patrick's sight. Another sofa between him and Helen left him clueless as to what either woman was wearing, if anything - he blushed with shameful arousal at the thought that he might have witnessed them making love naked had he walked up the garden side of the house. For the next five minutes, during which he hardly dare breathe less he be discovered, Patrick watched and listened as Helen eased his wife to a level of womanly confession and fulfilment that was so deeply erotic for its intensity as to be humiliating when contrasted to his own ability to please her. - hmm, oh Jane, you're so lovely ... I've been wanting you so much - yes? - yes baby ... wanting to hold you, feel you ... smell you, hmm, your pussy smells so good she loves what you're doing to her ... she feels wonderful, so juicy ... - oh that's lovely ... I want to come for you so much ... - do you baby - oh yes, so very much ... all warm ... and wet ... - oh yes Jane, do it baby ... - hmm, yes ... oh that's so nice ... I'm going to come so much, going to make my panties so wet ... - oh Jane, you're magnificent ... - oh yes, that's it, don't stop, don't stop Helen, I'm going to come ... that's so good, so good ... yes, so wet, oh yes, make me come, make me come ... yes ... yes! Patrick stared through the slender gap with wide-eyed astonishment. Never had his wife ever expressed herself so freely when in the throes of orgasm, indeed, never both she sounded so overwhelmed with wanton emotion. He was, simultaneously, deflated by her need to find such lustful commitment elsewhere and vicariously elated for her. Whilst his mind was too confused to judge whether her flagrant infidelity - for that was what is was - would damage their love irreparably, he was rational enough to believe it must not sour the love they had known. He had always desired and loved Jane and at that precise moment, as she came so wildly beneath the sensitive touch of another woman, his desire for her was as intense as ever it had been. As intense as his desire was his envy of Helen. With unquenchable jealousy he imagined Helen's delight at watching his wife's beautiful face beam with pleasure as she came, of feeling the wetness as it soaked her panties, of breathing the sexy scent of her come. His envy turned to fresh humiliation as her heard Helen and Jane confess the depth of their mutual desire. - oh Helen, that was gorgeous - so are you - thank you, thank you so much ... - angel, I've been wanting to do that for weeks - I know ... and I've been wanting you to ... - I know - something in the way I look at you sometimes? - huh, huh - like I'm undressing you and caressing you with my eyes? - yeah, something like that! - I confess it's true ... did you feel me doing it in your car earlier - yes baby - I wanted you so, I couldn't take my eyes off you, you just looked so sexy ... and did you know that every time you turned a corner your blouse fell open just a little, just enough ... - maybe - I knew you were teasing me, tempting me ... and I confess I was so-o-o tempted, I wanted to lean across and slip my hand inside and touch your soft skin ... and then whenever you changed gear and your tiny skirt lifted just enough to let me see your tight white panties, I wanted to lean down and kiss you there ... - oh Janey, I wish you had ... A tear of embarrassment clouded Patrick's vision for a moment. It felt so discourteous to spy on such loving intimacy, dishonourable even. His chivalrous compulsion to leave was, curiously perhaps, reinforced as he watched Helen stand up. She was, he could not deny, an extremely attractive woman. From the side he could appreciate to the beauty of her face, the gloriously charismatic cascade of her thick and wavy red hair, the luscious sweeping curves of her body. He could not stop his eyes gliding over her round breasts, so plainly defined by her tight wrap-around blouse, and her long, toned thighs, so wonderfully exposed by the shortest skirt he had ever seen her in. For a moment animal lust conquered chivalry and he stared shamelessly as Helen began to untie her blouse. - ... and then, on the way home - maybe it was the wine, maybe a feeling that something magical was going to happen ... or maybe just dirty lust - but I felt that unless I stared up at the sky and tried to think of stars I would be unable to stop myself reaching beneath my dress and masturbating there in front of you - oh Janey, what a wonderful thought ... - maybe I'll do it next time - hmm, please baby ... oh, Janey, you turn me on so much ... hmm, I'd love to watch you Jane, love to see you unbutton your dress and let the sun and the breeze caress your skin while you slip your hand down inside your panties ... - and tell you how wet my pussy is ... hmm, oh Helen, she is so-o wet, so hot, so longing to come for you again ... oh Helen, you are so gorgeous, will you open your blouse for me while you drive - willingly - and pull up your skirt - wantonly ... and tear off my panties so you can stare at my pussy will you make yourself come ... - oh yes, oh yes, do it with me Helen, oh yes ... hmm, that's lovely ... Helen, I have a confession - what angel - I've been doing this a lot lately ... - making yourself come baby - yes, while thinking about you ... imagining you masturbating, dreaming about how sweet and wet and sticky your pussy would be when you came - ... and I've been doing the same Jane, every time I see you I can't wait for the chance caress my body and imagine you're watching ... Patrick crept away from the door, chivalry finally conquering his voyeuristic impulse. Slipping down the hall, the sound of Helen and Jane's mutual masturbation fading in his ears but no less intense in his mind. Unsure of what would happen next he returned to the sanctuary of his workshop and tried to concentrate on guitars until at least an hour had passed after Helen eventually left. ...continued in Astronomy 2 - Flagrante Astronomy 02 Astronomy 2 - Flagrante ... sequel to Astronomy 1 - Eclipsus Jane's stunning emerald eyes opened ecstatically wide as the waves of orgasm began to course through her body. Her legs tingled, her insides quivered, her breasts swelled, her nipples hardened while her pussy oozed warm creamy come. Until recently she had never really had much of a thing for masturbation. Now, she could barely let a day pass without enjoying its magnificent release. This time, for the first time, the inspiration for her intense compulsion was with her. Closing her eyes again for just a moment Jane visualized herself but two Sunday's back. Sitting on a high stool in her kitchen, her elbow leaning on the counter, a half-eaten slice of toast in her hand, she stared contentedly out into the early-morning warmth a freshness of her lovely garden. Dreamily she recalled the previous day at the village fete. With a single prize - a Fender Stratocaster Patrick had persuaded a dealer in Brighton to donate on a promise of a year's sole rights to market his new Aria range - she and Helen had raised £500 for Medicins Sans Frontier. Of course, the chance of owning a pure piece of America for just a £5 ticket and support one of the world's great charities was attraction enough for most men. But just to make sure Helen had persuaded her that they should dress as quintessentially Carry-On nurses. So, for the best part of six hours she and her new best friend had laughed, giggled and wiggled in matching short, very short actually, white coats she borrowed from a lab at college and black stockings. Jane had, in truth, really not felt comfortable about the idea when Helen first suggested it, but Patrick encouraged her slowly she came to think - yeah, that's the kind of fun people expect. Then, when the rector's wife told her that her party-piece was even more burlesque - for her 'Buy a tart from a Tart' stall - she packed away her inhibitions and went for it, in a black bodice and side-split skirt. All that was but the background. Sitting their idly enjoying the soft breeze creeping in through the open door Jane could not stop thinking about Helen. About how funny and chatty she was, how much fuss she made of all the lecherous old men who now more wanted a Stratocaster than a box set of hip-hop, how much she teased the teenage boys, how at ease she was with women of all ages. But more than this, she could not stop herself thinking how attractive Helen was, how lovely her face, how perfect her figure, how good she looked as a naughty nurse ... and more even than that, how stunningly sexy she looked semi-naked. Before packing up their stuff they had slipped into the WI tent to slip on jeans and shirts. Almost before she was out of sight Helen had unbuttoned her lab coat which she tossed on a chair. With an uncontrollable obsession Jane stared at Helen's body - her pale unblemished skin, her slender arms, her narrow waist, her toned legs, her curvaceous hips and her beautifully round breasts, their pale skin and ruby red nipples hazily-visible through the lacy cups of her black bra. Seemingly oblivious to Jane's staring eyes Helen turned her back and leaned down to rummage around in a small holdall on the floor. Unblinkingly Jane's eyes glided over Helen's bottom, her black silk panties stretched tight across her upraised buttocks. As if sent by the Sapphic goddesses to add a final impulse to Jane's reverie, a warm breeze drifted up her naked legs and inside her loosely tied gown to caress her pussy. Hmm, she sighed whilst casually, unthinkingly, letting her legs fall slightly apart. Hmm, she sighed once more as a second, more powerful breath of air caresses her inner thighs, creating a frisson of excitement between her legs which was amplified as her memory replayed over and over a moment of pure sexual and lustful awakening. Slowly, as Helen rummaged around in her bag, Jane's eyes focused more and more intently on the tightness with which the black silk caresses and revealed the plumpness of her friend's pussy mound and labia. She had sighed with excitement at the time, though she barely understood why, but now, alone in her kitchen with the breeze caressing her own sex Jane was in no doubt as to why. Never before had she had anything like a lesbian desire, but right there and then she was completely smitten by intense feelings of love and desire for Helen, for her sunny personality, but more than that, for her body ... and her pussy. Confident of her desires and the fact that Patrick would be out on his bike for at least another hour, Jane had untied her gown, caressed her body gently for a few minutes before devoting all her physical attention to her already wet pussy and all her mental attention to imagining the sight, the smell, the feel, the taste of Helen's. Shamelessly, openly, she had masturbated there for the birds and bees to watch, coming so powerfully and wetly that she could not stop herself carrying on, sliding her fingers deeply inside herself, enjoying her own sticky wetness until her self-penetration made her come again. As the joyous currents of orgasm rippled through her body Jane stared adoringly at her muse. Helen was quite exquisite. Maybe five foot, nine, she was as perfectly proportioned as Aphrodite or Venus or her namesake of Troy. Her statuesque beauty and pale skin contrasted majestically with her mane of gorgeous thick, curly and silky red hair which cascaded over her shoulders. Right now, as if her natural loveliness was not attraction enough she stood in front of Jane coming as joyfully as any woman could, her wonderfully delicate and inventive fingers now deep inside her pussy - fingers which only minutes before had brought Jane to her first lesbian climax, creating an unquenchable thirst for more. Jane's submission had been certain from the moment she stepped into Helen's car. All through the short trip to Brighton so that Helen could buy a new dress for some family wedding she was attending, Jane had found herself unable to think of anything but her friend's body. Maybe not surprising given that Helen's tight blouse and short skirt had offered her plenty of exciting inspiration. Having found just 'the dress' in no time Helen had then persuaded Jane to buy a fabulously flirty red gingham dress that made her feel so sexy she decided to wear it, together with a startlingly provocative pair of scarlet panties in silk and lace with a matching bra. As a strikingly attractive pair they had turned heads and drawn glances as they wandered The Lanes and even more so when they stopped for a salad and a glass of wine in one of the trendier pavement cafes. By the time Jane slumped into her favourite sofa to watch Helen unpack and inspect her purchase Jane felt as wanton, as horny, as outrageously forward as she had ever felt in her life. A little devil whispered that she should make it plain how much she wanted Helen, unbutton her dress, open her legs, stroke her thighs ... or perhaps ask her friend to try on her new dress right there in the Sitting Room and calmly masturbate while watching. Sadly, whilst her desire was more real and unremitting than she could bear, Jane's innate shyness left her dumb ... until Helen had suddenly turned to face her and whispered 'oh Jane, you look gorgeous in that dress, so sexy, hmm, you make me all warm in a little girl's place'. And as she spoke, in a single bound, Helen had leapt across to where Jane sat and knelt between her feet and whispered 'and these panties ...'. And with just a smile and a pout Helen hypnotized her into complete acquiescence. While Jane smiled submissively Helen unfastened the lowest three buttons of her dress, folded it open to reveal her scarlet panties and with a fabulously sensitive touch caressed her thighs and hips before working her clitoris through the now damp silk and lace until she came uncontrollably. Indeed, not only was her first orgasm beneath a woman's touch so supremely wonderful as to be almost immoral, she had also found herself unable to hold back from expressing her wantonness, pleading constantly for Helen to make her come and confessing proudly her gathering wetness, her overpowering longing to soak her new panties with her come. As she came, almost crying with lustful pleasure and fulfilment, she confessed how much she fancied Helen, how much she had lusted after her in the car, staring like an unashamed lecher between the folds in her blouse, beneath the rising hem of her skirt, wanting her, wanting to feel her soft skin, wanting to stroke her naked legs, wanting to kiss the tightness of her white panties, wanting to unbutton her own dress and masturbate semi-nude while Helen drove them through the gorgeous South Downs countryside. In reply, Helen had stood and slowly, like a stripper, unfastened her blouse which fell open to reveal her beautiful breasts caressed by a white lace bra that accentuated the delicacy of her skin and the ruby-richness of her nipples. Then, teasingly at first, she flicked at the hem of her tiny dark-blue tartan mini-skirt, affording tantalising glimpses of her white panties, before lifting it rudely. Inspired, Jane unfastened the remaining buttons of her dress and caressed her breasts a moment while Helen watched and then, steering her lover's eyes down to her pussy, slipped her hand inside her panties and began to masturbate, just as she promised to do next time they were driving. Helen fantasised out loud of tearing off her panties while driving so that Jane could lust after her naked pussy while she masturbated, and then did so, tearing the thin straps to let the now useless fabric fall to the floor. Holding her skirt up rudely she let Jane stare at her auburn-haired sex for some thirty seconds, during which Jane masturbated with frenzied devotion while moaning her complete infatuation with her friend's naked pussy. And she meant every sexy word - right then she wanted to kiss and love and please Helen's pussy more than anything else in the world. With her second orgasm flooding into her panties Jane fell forward off the sofa to kneel at Helen's feet. She watched up close as her friend finished her own masturbation, driving three fingers deep inside her wet and fragrant sex whilst her juices oozed down over her knuckles. Jane had never been so close to a woman's sex. Helen's was simply beautiful - lusciously scented and beautiful. Her fleshy pink labia, sticky with her juices, were spread wide by Helen's wrist, exposing fully her swollen cherry-red clitoris. 'Love me, Janey, love me' Helen whispered as Jane took her first tentative taste of another woman's come. It was divine, like nectar, like honey and strawberry, like lemonade and chocolate. 'Yes baby', Helen cooed as Jane's natural desire guided her tongue and lips around Helen's pussy, licking her and opening her and sucking her and adoring her the way she always dreamed and hoped Patrick would love her. In a mesmerized daze of Sapphic lust Jane slid her hands up the back of Helen's legs, up her thighs, inside her skirt and onto her pert, round buttocks. Licking now like the most wanton of lesbian sluts Jane's mind pictured again the gorgeous sight she had seen on the day of the fete, of Helen's black silk panties stretched tight across her fabulous bottom - and with that picture in her mind and Helen's taste in her mouth she replayed a fantasy she had come to more often than all others, of kneeling behind Helen at that precise moment, of pulling down her panties and of kissing her pussy and bottom while fingering herself. Hmm, hmm, hmm, she moaned as she lapped Helen's sex, feeling her juices spreading dirtily around her lips, her face, down her chin. With a mixture of glorious achievement and intense disappointment Jane cried as Helen stepped away from her, her body quivering in an intensely physical orgasm. Panting, Helen held her hands out and helped Jane to her feet. The two women fell together, kissing with the passionate ardour of the newly-in-love. Helen held her tight as they kissed, as their tongues caressed and their juices flowed, as Helen's come slipped into her own mouth from Jane's tongue. As they held fast against each other Helen's hands slipped around and down Jane's body, gently stroking and teasing their way to the hem of her dress and them up inside, up the backs of her thighs, over her panties and then down inside them. With greater urgency and vigour now Helen squeeze and massaged Jane's firm buttocks, sliding her fingers down between them, down past her dark hole into the wetness of her crotch and then back up and around her soft flesh. Again and again, without breaking the kiss, Helen caressed Jane's bottom, revealing with every intimate touch the earnestness and wantonness of her desire. Gasping for breath the two women pulled apart from their kiss. Oh angel, Helen whispered, I want you more than ever. And I want to be wanted, Jane replied, delighting in the prescience of further pleasure. Helen slipped one hand around Jane's hips, pressing her knuckles down hard against the come-soaked wetness of her lover's panties. I need to feel you come again, she sighed, and then taste your come and then watch you come ... hmm, she breathed delightedly while sliding two fingers inside Jane's slippery warm vagina. Oh yes, Jane cooed enthusiastically, enjoying the lustful passion of Helen's penetration as much as any sex she had ever had, maybe more so. Clear of Jane's uncontrollable arousal Helen sighed slow dirty thoughts while twisting her fingers artfully and languidly to keep Jane beautifully on the edge of another orgasm for as long as possible: hmm, how I've wanted your pussy Jane, how I've dreamed of feeling her come, of slipping my hands inside your panties and making her come ... hmm, you smell so good, oh how much I've longed to be this close to you, to undress you and caress you and feel you and smell you ... I want to feel you come flowing all over my fingers Jane, feel it soaking your panties ... and then I want to lick you, still with your panties on, you come-wet panties ... oh baby, you're shaking, can you feel the come welling up inside you, waiting to burst all over my fingers, like a waterfall, a cascade ... oh yes baby, come, come for me, do it again ands again ... do it for me when I'm not with angel, day or night, indoors or out, whenever you think of me Jane I need to know you'll stop, push your panties aside and make yourself come thinking of me ... I can feel you coming now baby, hmm, so wet ... Jane came lavishly. Her body quivered in rapturous delight as her pussy tightened around Helen's immorally wonderful fingers as her come cascaded into her lover's palm and down onto the already come-soaked crotch of her panties. It was her third devastatingly powerful and erotically magnificent orgasm in less than ten minutes, but still she wanted more. With a ravenous desire greater than any she had ever known she wanted more and yet more Sapphic pleasure, insatiably she wanted to come again and yet again with Helen. She wanted to surrender herself fully and totally to Helen's needs, to feel and smell and taste her while she herself came and came again uncontrollably. Full of lust, she kissed Helen passionately while slipping her hands inside her lover's blouse, easing it off her shoulders. As the blouse fell to the floor Jane pulled down the thin straps of Helen's expensive bra, pulling them down her lover's arms, pulling the delicate white lace cups from her breasts. Having undressed her lover Jane broke the kiss and dropped her mouth to Helen's beautifully plump, round breasts, massaging each lovingly with her open mouth before sucking hard on the swollen ruby-red fruit of a nipple. Helen sighed adoringly as Jane nibbled and teased her engorged nipple, begging to be pleasured whilst vowing to be hers whenever she pleased, confessing her needs whilst promising to do for Jane whatever she wanted. As she slid her mouth across to the other nipple Jane reached beneath Helen's skirt, slipped both hands up between Helen's legs, one from the front, one from the back, drove two fingers from each hand hard up inside Helen's hot, slippery pussy, almost lifting her lover off her feet. Even with her mind consumed with lesbian passion Jane was amazed by the capacious wantonness of Helen's pussy. Kissing and sucking her lover's nipples with intense ardour Jane fingered her lover's pussy with impious devotion and rampant lust. Within moments Helen was moaning passionately and coming wetly and profusely. Don't stop, she cried, don't stop, as her body writhed in ecstasy and pulsed in orgasmic rapture, coming hot and wet, filling Jane's palms with pools of fragrant juice, filling Jane's mind with confessions of obsessive love. ...continued in Astronomy 3 - Delicto Astronomy 03 Astronomy 3 - Delicto ... sequel to Astronomy 1 - Eclipsus; and Astronomy 2 - Flagrante Patrick waited thirty minutes after he heard the MX5 drive off before re-entering the house. He slipped in through the kitchen door expecting to have a moment to still his beating heart and panting breath, but no such moment was on offer. Jane was there, busy preparing an elaborate salad. In the nanosecond it took for her to sense his entry, put down the lettuce and look up to meet his gaze, he was infused as always with the deepest, most tender love. No matter that he knew she had spent the afternoon making love, assuming that was the appropriate terminology, with someone else, she was still the prettiest thing he had ever known. As she turned to face him, her gorgeous emerald eyes sparkling, his mind captured and would not let go a picture of her perfect loveliness. Five foot seven, curvaceous in all the right places with a round face made beautiful my those stunning eyes, high cheekbones, a delicate little nose and naturally pouting lips, framed by an enhancement of wavy brown hair that twisted and cascaded onto her shoulders. Patrick, she smiled angelically, her head titled just slightly to one side to disarm him further. He felt irrepressible desire as she walked across to him, wearing an unfamiliar red gingham-check shirt dress of the which the top three and bottom two buttons were undone, tempting him wilfully. She kissed him with open-mouthed passion, hugging his waist. Like an equal and opposite reaction he was powerless to resist. He held her close and kissed her like he liked to, like they always did when they had been separated and needed each other physically as well as spiritually. He kissed her and tried not to wonder whether the taste of her mouth, which was sweet with the flavour of crisp white wine, also offered a hint of something else, something more illicit. Hmm, she sighed as their kiss ended, I didn't hear you pull up. No, he replied hesitantly, I parked round by the workshop. You mean you went there before coming to see me, she cried teasingly. N-no, he stuttered but she kissed him again to release any guilt. Well, she asked simply. I did the deal, he replied. Just like that. More or less, yeah, just like that - thirty instruments for the Conservatoire, plus Licensing Rights, three million Euros. Patrick, we're rich. Yeah, guess so. As Jane pulled him tighter and kissed him more passionately still he could not but be aroused. She felt wonderful in his arms. She felt wonderful so tight up against him. He could feel her body beneath her dress, up close to his. He could sense the beat of her heart, the passion in her breast, the hint of wantonness in her mouth that gave away her own desire. Feeling his erection against her pubis she pushed herself closer to him, coiling a leg behind his, forcing her skirt just a little further up her naked thigh. You feel excited, she whispered as the kiss ended. So do you, her replied. I am ... very, she cooed pulling her hands from his waist while stepping back slightly. Very, she repeated while unfastening another couple of buttons to her dress. It's new, she sighed unfastening another button to revealing her lovely round breasts held beautifully in a sexy red lace bra. With his eyes fixed on her breasts, on her plump hard nipples so obvious beneath the lace, she reached down and unbuckled his belt. The panties match, she whispered seductively, before adding, make love to me Patrick. Without waiting for an answer Jane turned around, walked across to the sturdy old oak table and leaned across it. Patrick watched her intently, watched her dress rise up the backs of her thighs, watched a further nanosecond after the initial disappointment of seeing the rising hem stop beneath his wife's delectable bottom. Then, hugely aroused, he moved quickly to her, adroitly unbuttoning his Levis. He lifted her dress, rolled her scarlet panties down off her buttocks and entered her with as imposing an erection as he had ever known. He thrust into his wife with excited force, feeling his solid penis sliding easily inside her wet pussy. He pushed himself up close against her, separating her buttocks with his pubis, filling her with his arousal, commanding her with his lust. Rocking on his heels he built a metronomic rhythm, thrusting in and out, feeling Jane's pussy growing wetter and more open with every deep entry. He wanted her so, needed her so. Holding her tight he slipped his hands round onto her gorgeous breasts, feeling the delicate lace in his palms as he caressed them. Jane, usually so quiet when making love, was moaning her pleasure unashamedly, sighing and panting lustily with each thrust of Patrick's penis inside her. The more she moaned the harder and deeper he drove into her, his mind now unable to separate the reality of her cries of desire for him from the vivid memory he had of the shameless demands she had made of Helen. Yes, oh that's so nice, I'm going to come so much, going to make my panties so wet, he heard her say, but was she saying it now or then? Picturing his wife making lesbian love excited Patrick more and more, enlarging still further his erection, swelling his testicle, filling his sacs with hot come, filling his mind with wild obsession. How many times had she come for Helen, he wondered, his body again up close, his pubis in between her buttocks, his testicles bouncing against her sexy panties rolled down but an inch below her open pussy. Patrick's mind spun confusingly as he held Jane tight, caressing her gorgeous breasts, pinning her lovely body against the oak table. His erection was massive, his arousal extraordinary, his obsession with his wife's lesbianism total. Deeper and deeper he thrust his penis inside her, eager to provide her with the greatest sex ever, desperate to convince her that nothing could equal heterosexual passion. Yet, paradoxically, he knew that the strength of his desire, the enormity of his erection and the sperm-full potency of his sacs owed everything to her infidelity. His cuckoldry was not humiliating, it was exciting because his rival was another woman. The more Jane moaned in ecstasy the more he wanted to reward her for surrendering to Sapphic ecstasy. Thrusting into her again and again his mind filled with the clearest imaginable picture of Jane and Helen, nude, embracing, kissing each other passionately, their bodies pressed tight against each other. In his mind he watched them caress and stroke each other as they kissed, stroking each other's breasts with their nipples, kissing each other with their pouting labia, pleasuring each other and themselves with their engorged clitorises. Naked in the arms of another woman Jane had never looked more excited or exciting, succumbing to every enticement, surrendering to every desire. As Helen's hands massage her buttocks she caressed the outside of Helen's thighs and then, driven by her now obvious longing for lesbian love, easing her hand between her Helen's warm thighs. Their kiss became even more intense as Jane slipped her hand up to Helen's pussy. In his mind Patrick saw his wife's eyes sparkle with excitement and desire as she eased her fingers inside Helen's pussy. Obsessed and aroused beyond all control Patrick felt the first contraction in his sacs, the first tremors vibrating at the root of his penis, along with the first ripple of Jane's own imminent orgasm. How long had she dreamed of making love with another woman, he wondered, how often had she dreamed of such love, made herself come to the thought of such love, ached for the want of a lover with whom to enjoy such love. How long had she been enjoying such love, he taunted himself as the first spray of sperm ejaculated from his penis. In the split second before his penis exploded with a torrent of creamy hot sperm and his wife screamed her satisfaction his mind imagined her in a wild series of lesbian romances: naked by the river with two beautiful girls they had known in Oxford; in her rooms at Sussex, with one devoted student kissing and licking her beneath her skirt, another masturbating semi-naked on her desk, a third caressing her breasts inside her blouse, a fourth, completely naked, stroking herself slowly while still savouring the taste in her mouth of Jane's earlier orgasm; here in their house, whenever he was away, taking beautiful women to her bed: maybe Zoe, their neighbour's fantastically nubile au pair; maybe Julie, the stunning Headmistress who had been such a sexy treat as a burlesque witch in the morality play put on by the local school at the recent village fete; why not Rosemary the rector's wife, who had been such a revelation, in more ways than one, as the equally risqué Tart with the golden tarts at the same fete; and perhaps many times already with Helen. As Patrick's orgasm burst with volcanic intensity inside Jane his mind was full exclusively of wonderings and longings about her and Helen. How often did they undress and caress each other with their eyes, could they now ever not? How often did they steal moments of love and lust together, could they now ever resist each other? A majestic slide-show played itself out in his mind: of Jane and Helen teasing, tempting and tormenting each other all through their afternoon as naughty nurses before quickly stroking each other till they came together while changing for the after-fete supper; of them slipping into a shady copse while out walking to feel and share each other's passion; of Jane, bored at work, calling Helen and begging her to undress and describe herself masturbating; of Jane, bored at home, slipping off to masturbate while dreaming of Helen's fingers inside her. As she felt Patrick's powerful ejaculation inside her Jane came too. Whilst that was by no means unique, the depth and intensity of her climax certainly was a rarity. She felt wonderfully alive and satisfied. Whilst her insides quivered and contracted her husband's erection still felt big, hard and vital. Hmm, yes, she moaned in genuine appreciation of a most wonderful moment - what a day, she sighed internally, first the wondrousness of Helen's seduction now the gloriousness of Patrick's been-away urgency. Whilst their love-making was always more forceful and elemental after a separation, there was a little extra something in her husband's desire. Even some ten seconds after climax his penis felt solid and exciting. She pushed back against him and wiggled her bottom coquettishly to signal her continued arousal. They did not make love in this position very often - and only once before had they been so energized as to do it across a table and even on that occasion she had taken off her panties first; indeed, it had been her tipsy willingness to accept Patrick's dare and walk home from a party in a short skirt and nothing else beneath that had aroused them both so much. Maybe it was because of that moment of erotic waywardness that they had tended to reserve this position for moments of especial arousal; or maybe it was simply rarity that made it more arousing. Either way, right at that moment Jane could not recall having been better satisfied by Patrick or of wanting him more. Pushed back against him she felt his pubic bone spread her buttocks, pressing his thick bush against her bottom, while his swollen testicles lay heavy against her labia, gently caressing the swollen hardness of her clitoris. Hmm, she moaned again, enjoying the unquenchable stiffness of his erection inside me, you feel so good, she sighed. So do you, he moaned, just a hint of shyness in his voice. Do it again, she whispered, clasping her hands over his, hugging them to her breasts, do it again. Slowly, Patrick slid his massive erection in and out of Jane's hot, slippery and open pussy. Oh that's good, she sighed while quickly easing her hands from Patrick's to unfasten the remaining buttons of her dress, so good, she repeated, undress me, she whispered. Dropping Jane's dress and bra to the floor Patrick reached around to caress her warm naked breasts while continuing to make slow powerful love to her. She felt gorgeous and, uncharacteristically, he felt emotionally confident. - you feel so good, Patrick sighed - so do you, Jane gasped appreciatively - so warm, so sexy - thank you - so excited - I am - so wet, like you've been masturbating - I-I, Jane stuttered with a barely susceptible pause as her heart skipped a beat, barely susceptible but not quite hidden, I have, she breathed huskily - I know, Patrick whispered - you ... h-how, Jane asked with the concern in her voice amplified by her sudden immobility - I saw - y-y-you ... - ... saw - s-s-saw me, she stuttered, her body now inert - with Helen - oh ... Jane lowered herself down, flat against the table, her body still accepting yet hardly registering Patrick's erection, her breath filling the silent room with fear. Patrick for his part continued to make love to her, gently easing his engorged penis in and out of her still warm and slippery vagina while tenderly stroking her back. - I'm sorry, Jane sighed Patrick continued making love to Jane in silence, slowly and gently enjoying the feel of his wife's still sexily aroused vagina slipping up and down his penis. He could sense that, despite her wetness, Jane had lost all arousal and he felt no imminence of climax himself. Even so, the experience was pleasant and he knew that the conversation had to play itself out before he withdrew from her. - you don't have to say that, Patrick whispered - I do, Jane replied quickly - not if you don't really mean it Again silence filled the room while they both thought. Slowly Jane lifted herself from the table, pushing herself harder against Patrick once more while reaching for his hands and pulling them to her still warm, still naked breasts, feeling her nipples harden once more in his palms. She moaned appreciatively as her thrust his rock hard erection deep inside her once again, feeling herself aroused by his passion, sensing the presence of Helen behind the desires they both felt. - did you watch us for long, Jane asked - No - why not - why not ... embarrassment, I suppose, I mean, I felt bad about it, like I was intruding - oh Patrick, she sighed lovingly, you are such a gentleman They fell silent again for a moment, just enjoying each other. Patrick began to increase the tempo of their love making, sliding his swollen penis right into Jane, once again separating her gorgeous buttocks with his pubic bone, then easing it out then thrusting it in urgently once more, feeling himself wanting to come inside her once more, wanting to make her come with the power of his orgasm. - oh Patrick, she sighed, that feels so good, you feel so good - so do you - maybe I'm not sorry - maybe I'm not either - oh Patrick, she sighed passionately, I love you ... you should have watched for longer Jane and Patrick had finished making love in silence, each rejoicing inwardly at the potency and lust in the other's orgasm. They had stayed connected, also in silence, for several minutes before Jane gently pushed her husband back from her, sighing as his still hard penis slipped from her pussy, releasing warm trickles of creamy sperm and womanly come that ran down into her already wet panties. Still wordless she led them both to the shower room. She kissed him lovingly while helping him undress and then slipped off her soaked panties before stepping under the shower, pulling Patrick in after her. Together they luxuriated under the powerful jets of hot water, idly caressing each other. At last, Jane broke the silence. - why didn't you watch for longer - as I said, embarrassment, it didn't feel right - but it excited you, she whispered, her hands caressing his still proud erection - yes, he replied simply - why - why ... because ... because you sounded so keyed up, so willing, so wanton - I guess I was, she replied matter-of-factly, it was the first time ... - was it - yes, she replied insistently, a trace of hurt in her voice - I mean, it's OK Jane, really, I mean it's quite beautiful ... you're beautiful, Helen's beautiful, making love with another beautiful woman is ... beautiful - hmm, it was Patrick, it was - tell me - tell you ... tell you, she repeated while thinking how and where to start, well, eh, I let myself be seduced ... - I know that, he smiled, kissing her lightly on the nose, and you said you'd been masturbating about it - you heard that - yes - well, yes, that is true, she replied, feeling his penis stiffen instantly, a few times - and what did you think about when you masturbated - I thought, Jane whispered, closing her eyes while gently stroking Patrick's impressive erection, I thought about touching, feeling, stroking another woman, her arms, her legs, her breasts, her ... and I thought about watching another woman masturbate, I mean watching her without her knowing ... I thought about watching Helen ... - masturbate - yes, but also I just thought about her generally, how attractive she is, how lovely her figure is ... and how good she looked as a naughty nurse ... - you mean, you made yourself come thinking of Helen half-undressed in black stockings - uh-uh - well, I doubt you're the only one - no, she smiled, opening her eyes to watch Patrick enjoying her gentle pleasuring of his penis, you could have done it with me, she breathed salaciously ... would you like that, she breathed, would you like to come all over me while I talk about Helen - I, err ... - hmm, you feel good, she sighed, hmm, I wish you had stayed Patrick, watched Helen making me come, stroking me through my panties ... she was so good, her fingers felt better then my own, the way they teased me and pleased me, oh Patrick, she made me so wet, made me come so much I could feel myself oozing into my panties ... - ... that's when I left - why, oh Patrick you should have stayed ... imagine you'd joined us, she whispered sexily, still stroking his now hugely aroused and sticky penis, hmm, imagine being there with me watching her kissing and licking my pussy while I stroke you like this ... oh yes, she cried, falling to one knee without altering her concentration on her husband's penis, oh Patrick, imagine coming over me while I come in Helen's mouth, your creamy sperm oozing between my breasts while my come oozes between Helen's lips ... Patrick cried our exultantly as he came, his sperm bursting over Jane's breasts and belly before her mouth encompassed him, swallowing the last of his orgasm before licking him clean. - hmm, Patrick, she sighed while still licking her lips, this could be fun. ...continued in Astronomy 4 - Domine Astronomy 04 Astronomy 4 - Domine ... sequel to Astronomy 1 - Eclipsus; Astronomy 2 - Flagrante; and Astronomy 3 - Delicto Over dinner Jane and Patrick had a conversation neither of them would have dared dream of only a couple of years before. Now, well off and more emotionally sorted than ever, they happily explored either other's fantasies and lusts, continuing to do so for an hour or more after the meal was finished, before going to be to enjoy the kind of calm and passionate love only couples truly at ease with themselves can know. Before falling asleep they planned their excitements for the weekend. Saturday morning started with an unmissable, maybe God-given, opportunity. Jane answered the phone. Oh my dear, breathed the mellifluous voice at the other end, I know you don't believe and all that, but could you do me the most tedious of favours and help pour the teas after church in the morning. All the old dears are down with something or other plus besides, unless these Sunday things get more life in them I swear I'll become an atheist, which might not do much for Michael's career in the church. That was Rosemary, she told Patrick, she wants me to help with teas tomorrow, I said I would. Perfect, he replied. Patrick amused himself in his workshop while Jane went into the village for a paper, bread and a series of chats. She breezed in an hour or so later, a couple of bags in hand, with a beaming smile. I bumped into Zoe. And, he asked. Seems she's interested in stars and stuff - I said she could pop over this evening and play with the telescope, I said you wouldn't mind as you'll probably be busy with guitar things. Fine. Oh, and talking of which, I also saw Julie - I said how well you're Madrid trip had gone and she mumbled something apologetic about wanting to get more stuff for the school so I said I was sure you could do something. And. And I said she should pop around tomorrow afternoon. Doubly perfect, Patrick smiled. * * * * * The doorbell rang dead on nine thirty. Even though the sky was still lit by the embers of the summer sun Jane had suggested the time to Zoe to give her time to get familiar with the telescope before complete darkness fell. Patrick opened the door. Zoe was a delectable delight. The same height as Jane, she was that rare combination of an athletically statuesque yet gracefully lithe young woman not quite turned twenty. Half Irish, half French, her powerfully rounded hips, thighs and breasts were softened by her olive complexion, anarchy of black curly hair and eyes darker than midnight. She was both girlishly pretty and womanly appealing, not least tonight dressed in a simple white shirt worn over an obviously navy-blue bra and a navy skirt that was short enough to have been designed for hockey or tennis. Hello, she said in her curious French accent with a heavy hint of southern Ireland, erm, Jane said. I know she did, Patrick smiled, come in. As Zoe entered the hallway Jane came from the sitting room to meet her, dressed again in yesterday's very short red gingham dress with the same top three and bottom two buttons undone. Would you like a glass of wine or something to take up with you, Jane asked smilingly, adding lest there be any doubt, go on, there's some left and Patrick's off to his shed so he won't want any more. OK, the girl smiled. I'll get it, Patrick offered. In a trice he was back with Jane's glass and a fresh one for Zoe. Still smiling happily, he stood at the bottom of the stairs and watched Jane lead Zoe up. As he would have to confess, his eyes did linger beneath Zoe's skirt, on the sculptured tops of her thighs, on the tightness of her white panties stretched across her obviously adorable buttocks. But mostly he was intent on following Zoe's own gaze, calculating the moment she realised that beneath her equally short dress his wife was wearing nothing. In truth, the thought that Zoe would be unable to resist Sapphic temptation was no more than a hunch on his and Jane's part. For his own part, his reasoning was hardly more sophisticated than a general assumption that no pretty young girl would be able to resist Jane. For her part, Jane thought she had noticed something a little more empirical in an exchange between Zoe and Julie at the fete. So, encouraged by her husband's faithful love she had dressed to tempt and tease, forgoing panties with a wanton exuberance she had not previously realised she possessed. Walking slowly up the stairs, Zoe close behind, she felt aroused and liberated. Gently she swayed her hips, creating a subtle billow in the rise and fall of her dress that she knew would draw Zoe's eyes to her smoothly naked buttocks. Patrick smiled with tender amusement as he watched Zoe pause just a moment, miss have a step so as to fall just a little further behind Jane, so as to enjoy a more complete sight of her soft nude bottom. With a movement that was surely involuntary, subliminal, Zoe stroked her own bottom gently with her free hand while keeping her eyes focused intently on Jane's. As the two women disappeared from view Patrick returned to the sitting room to enjoy his thoughts and wine. Five minutes later he crept stealthily up the rear stairs - no doubt the service stairs in days of old - to the attic floor and slipped, silently, through a narrow arch into the far dark end of Jane's observatory. With all the care and delicacy of a pick-pocket he eased himself noiselessly into a dusty the old armchair and watched his wife seduce young Zoe. Zoe was sat in the bucket seat beneath the telescope, listening intently to Jane's advice on how to manoeuvre, aim and focus the thing, lightly caressing the girl's hands as she helped her get the feel of the variety of knobs and levers. Then, convinced she had said all that needed to be said about the telescope itself Jane advised Zoe to check once more that she was comfortable, emphasising the girl's need to have her feet flat on the floor, her shoulders firm against the back-rest and her bottom set deeply into the chair. Standing behind Zoe now Jane leaned over and gently but insistently eased the girl's shoulders and then her hips back. Patrick watched, amazed at her subtlety, as Jane's seemingly innocent gestures and nudges succeeded in pulling Zoe's already indelicately short skirt a further three or four inches up her athletic thighs. With Zoe comfortable and occupied Jane slipped around the chair and knelt between the girl's feet. With disarming innocence she rested her crossed arms on top of Zoe's thighs, rested her chin on her wrists and calmly engaged the girl in conversation about what she could see in the sky. Each and every time the girl had difficulty with the controls Jane reached up to help, innocently brushing her hands up the girl's thighs as she did so, flicking the girl's skirt ever higher. Slowly, unthreateningly, through dint of subtle repetition, Jane brought her right hand to rest closer and closer to the girl's waiting pussy until, while once again helping Zoe focus the telescope Jane slipped her hand up inside the girl's skirt drawing a shudder of appreciation as her knuckles lightly pressed the tight white cotton of the girl's panties between her gooey labia. Hmm, I .. er, Zoe muttered; sshh, now, is that better, Jane whispered with such ambiguous innocence as to suggest she was completely unaware of what her right hand was doing. Er ... y-yes, Zoe replied, her focus on the stars blurred by Jane's intimate concentration on her gift from Venus. Whilst gently exciting Zoe's pussy with her right hand Jane walked the fingers of her left hand up the girl's white shirt and skilfully unfastened the top two buttons. Mesmerized Zoe took over, first unbuttoning and opening her shirt to expose her young bosom, her large dark nipples beautifully visible through the delicate navy-blue lace. Then, after unfastening the clasp between the cups of her bra she slowly, sexily, eased her lusciously well-developed breasts free. Momentarily troubled she asked, will we be? Sshh, Jane whispered, no-one will disturb us up here, it's just you and me, alone and free to do whatever we want. The girl smiled contentedly and began to massage her breasts while enjoying Jane's attention to her pussy. Patrick watched intently, his mind further intoxicated as Zoe and Jane began to talk of their dirty, sexy, mutual desire. - hmm, oh Jane, Zoe sighed in her musical, hybrid accent, I did not know ... - nor did I, Jane replied, with an ambiguity obviously directed at Patrick - ... but supposing - you had resisted ... I would have let you use the telescope and then after you'd gone I would have returned here and made myself come whilst dreaming of the feel and smell and taste of your pussy ... - oh my, Zoe sighed, momentarily breathless with lust - ... and you feel and smell gorgeous, Zoe - do I, the girl sighed excitedly - very ... tell me, Jane whispered, how good your pussy tastes - tell you ... but ... how? - don't say you've never tasted your pussy, Jane exclaimed - yes, of course, Zoe replied with an urgency driven by fear she might be perceived as too goody-two-shoes for Jane's liking, of course, she added more calmly, lots of times ... - and do you like your taste - ... yes, Zoe exclaimed proudly, yes, she repeated more thoughtfully, but I've never tasted any other - I see, Jane smiled, her fingers now slipping beneath the crotch of the girl's panties, hmm, you feel lovely Zoe, so warm, so juicy ... do you think about tasting another woman when you masturbate? - sometimes - making her come ... - uh-uh - ... feeling her wetness, on your fingers, on your lips, on your tongue? - oh yes, how did you ...did you see me? she asked with a sudden shock of concern - see you, Jane repeated carefully, when might that have been? - yesterday, the girl replied hesitantly - yesterday? Jane replied, a troublesome intuition suggesting she was in for a surprise - yes, Zoe replied firmly, oh I'm sorry, she continued quickly, I wasn't spying I just called around and happen to look in and ... - saw me with Miss Lamb - ... uh-uh - I see ... for how long - er, well, er ... - so you watched me and Helen ... - making love ... it was so beautiful ... - ... and while you watched us - ... I masturbated ... oh Jane, I'm sorry, don't be angry - Zoe my sweet, Jane smiled, l am not in the least in the least bit angry - I'm not sure whether to tell Helen but I promise you, I'm not angry, in fact, if anything, I'm more than a little excited by the thought ... - of me watching you ... - ... of you masturbating while watching me - ... I did it quite a lot, Zoe giggled, I mean, I must have come four, maybe five times ... oh Jane, it was wonderful, you were wonderful, both of you, masturbating for each other then undressing each other and caressing each other then kissing each other till you came ... it was like being in a dream, only better, like a dream come true ... - that's sweet, Jane smiled - ... that was how my pussy tasted, sweet ... and creamy ... after my second orgasm I let my shorts fall to the ground, slipped off my panties and licked my taste from them while watching Helen licking you ... and yes, I loved it - hmm, sexy, Jane breathed - I love to lick the come from my panties, sliding my tongue through my stickiness, smelling myself, tasting myself ... - ... loving yourself? - yes, in a way - do you long to dream of licking someone while you masturbate Zoe? - sometimes, Zoe sighed wistfully, but mostly I just long for someone to watch me do it - masturbate? - uh-uh - do it for me Zoe, Jane breathed. Zoe needed no second asking. Her eyes sparkled with lustful wantonness as she slipped her hands from her breasts down to the hem of her short skirt. Smiling conspiratorially as Jane sat back on her heels to watch, she pulled her skirt up high above the waistband of her panties and slipped her right hand inside with practised confidence and shameless immodesty, grazing her fingers past her swollen clitoris into the slippery wetness of her vulva. Hmm, she sighed lasciviously as her fingers enjoyed the familiar experience of her aroused sex. - I love to masturbate, Zoe sighed while staring adoringly into Jane's eyes, I love feeling myself come - so do I, Jane replied, sitting back on her heels to watch her young friend's shameless exhibition - do you, Zoe asked breathlessly, I'd love to watch you, she breathed, all alone, with the sun dancing on your skin - hmm, how sexy, Jane cooed, maybe I'll do it tomorrow morning, she smiled, down by my summer house, as the sun seeps through the trees, I'll drop my robe, sit on the swing naked and play with my wet pussy hoping you're hiding somewhere, watching me, waiting for me to come - oh yes, Zoe moaned excitedly, her fingers quickening inside her panties, her eyelids fluttering with arousal, I'd love to see you like that ... and then, she panted, her excitement rising, I'll sit naked where you sat caressing myself, feeling the warm memory of your pussy against mine while I do this ... Jane watched Zoe masturbate knowing that Patrick was watching her. She watched achingly as the girl's knuckles danced beneath the tight white cotton of her panties, listened desirously to the girl's fantasies, a tingling longing in her body dreaming of doing precisely what she had promised. Tomorrow, in the early morning, with the sweet sound of birdsong filling the warm air, she would slip down to the summer house, open her gown and caress her nakedness while day-dreaming of making love with every one of the women she felt attracted to, Helen and Zoe and Rosemary and Julie. She felt the intensity of her lust light up her face, highlighting the seriousness of her Sapphic infatuations for her watching husband. She felt additionally excited knowing he was there, additionally free to pursue the depths of her sexuality knowing that, at least for now, he was enthralled by her lesbian affairs. Sensing Zoe's imminent orgasm she slowly unbuttoned her dress, ready to offer her nude breasts and pussy to another woman, like a religious sacrifice, like a pagan ritual, while her husband watched. As Zoe moaned lasciviously with the pleasure of her orgasm Jane stood, gently pushed the telescope out of the way and leaned her naked pussy towards the girl's mouth. - do it again, Jane sighed, like when you watched me, keep doing it Zoe, she commanded softly, till your panties are soaked with your come ... - y-yes, Zoe breathed, her eyes fixed on the luscious nakedness of Jane's body - ... keep doing it ... while you kiss my pussy Despite the aching longing to squeeze his massive erection Patrick remained still and silent. Just as he had promised her, he watched but not disturb his wife's intimacy - his own sexual release would come only after Jane had finished with Zoe. As he watched Zoe open her mouth to kiss Jane's sweet sticky labia, to taste her glorious taste, he felt the same excitement and humiliation he had known the day before when seeing Helen pleasuring his wife - feelings of excitement and humiliation that had fuelled the incredible passion of their kitchen sex. Through the liberality of that passion he had cast off his natural inhibition and admitted to having previously fantasised about Jane making love with a woman. Jane, after a moment's silence, had reciprocated, confessing to a now irrepressible need to explore and fulfil her newly-revealed Sapphic needs. And so, with trust in each other they had lain awake long into the night building fantasies together of Jane making unashamedly flagrant lesbian love with each of the most beautiful women she knew, sometimes with Patrick watching, sometimes with him left frustrated at home, waiting agonizingly for her to return to describe, in the most intimate detail, the feel, taste and sexual power of her latest lover whilst he reclaimed her body for his own lustful needs. Patrick had meant every sexy, dirty word of his pact with Jane, at the time. He may even, had the day passed differently, still felt the same way after the comfort of time to think. But he never got time for second thoughts. With only a couple of hours of Saturday morning gone Jane had effortlessly set up the tryst with Zoe, with the prospect of further adventures tomorrow with the Rector's wife and the local Headmistress. As he watched Zoe open her mouth to kiss and receive his wife's delicious pussy he felt powerless, completely without any control over the situation, a mere pawn in his wife's sexual games. Hmm, that is so nice Zoe, Jane moaned, her eyes already closed in expectation of ecstasy, her mind already closed to his presence. As the girl's lips and tongue began to explore her pussy Jane moaned softly, encouraging and praising her new lover tenderly. As their excitement began to rise both women became more dissolute - Jane caressing her naked breasts impiously while Zoe began to masturbate with increased urgency. Patrick watched the young girl closely for a moment, astounded by her willing wantonness. Excited beyond her wildest imaginings, she had forced both hands inside her tight panties, stretching them madly as her fingers danced like flickering flames around the blazing urgency of her clitoris and into the slippery inferno of her vagina. The wildness of the girl's masturbation was transfixing, compelling - Patrick consumed it with his eyes while absorbing every moaning confession of his wife's own shameless abandon. - hmm, you're so good, Jane cooed, so good ... do you want me to come in your mouth baby? ... hmm, don't stop, oh that's good ... hmm, you're going to make me come Zoe, going to make me come so much ... oh yes ... lick me now baby, lick me hard while I come, oh that's good, hmm that's good ... Jane could not help but forget herself as she climaxed. Forget that she was a world-admired academic, forget that she was a well-respected member of a small village community, forget that she was a much-loved wife being watched by her adoring husband. As she came she was none of those things. She was a vamp, a hedonist, a wild and liberated lesbian vamp who owed it to herself to exploit every opportunity to enjoy the pleasures of her lust. Coming wonderfully she pushed her pudenda deeper into Zoe's mouth, holding the girl's head tight against her as she let her orgasm burst and flow over the young girl's tongue. She was a vamp and Zoe would be her slavish tramp, willingly opening her mouth to accept her pussy whenever and wherever she asked. Hmm, she wanted the girl so, wanted to feel her and watch her and caress her and taste her come and make her come. Excited and wanton Jane eased herself away from Zoe's sweet young mouth and knelt once again between the girl's smooth thighs. - that was lovely, Jane cooed - thank you ... I ... - yes?, Jane smiled indulgently - ... I ... er ... I'd love to do it again - would you now, Jane giggled, well, we'll have to see ..., she smiled while stroking her fingers slowly up the inside of the girl's widely parted thighs ... and if I said you could, what would do for me? - anything, anything, Zoe cried, her eyes aflame with lustful desire - would you let me ... touch your sweet pussy, Jane breathed, while sliding her fingertips delicately, stimulatingly across the wet front of the girl's panties - uh-uh, Zoe gasped, aroused incomparably by her clitoris's first experience of any fingertip but her own - first with my fingers ... - oh yes - then with my tongue, Jane whispered, leaning to kiss the girl's damp panties, hmm, oh Zoe, you're so wet ... and sweet ... are you always this wet? - not always ..., the girl replied hesitantly - but often?, Jane asked while easing the girl's panties down her thighs Astronomy 04 - ... yes, Zoe admitted with a girlish pride - hmm, you have a lovely pussy Zoe ... - do I? - ... absolutely, quite gorgeous ... hmm, Jane cooed lasciviously while bringing the girl's come-soaked panties to her lips, so sweet, so fragrant ... hmm, she moaned while tracing her tongue across the gooey wet cotton, your come tastes so nice - does it, Zoe asked, mesmerized by Jane's debauchery - very, Jane smiled salaciously, now smearing gooey come over her naked bosom ... hmm, it feels so good on my breasts, so creamy ... hmm, imagine making yourself come all over my breasts Zoe ... would you like that baby? - uh-uh - kissing my nipples with your sticky pussy-lips while playing with your swollen clitoris ... coming over me again and again ... - oh yes - ... hmm, Jane moaned reflectively, next time baby, do that next time and then I'll let you lick my pussy again, but for now ... would you like me to lick your pussy? - yes, oh yes, the girl moaned excitedly - ... till you come in my mouth ... - uh-uh - ... oh Zoe, Jane sighed tenderly, I want you to come so much, I want you to fill my mouth with your sweet creamy come ... - yes, yes, the girl moaned breathlessly, her voice trembling with extreme arousal, I will ... - ... and then, Jane smiled, you must go home ... and imagine masturbating over my breasts next time. * * * * * Patrick woke shortly before seven, his mind full of the sights, sounds and experiences of the night before. Zoe, he had to admit, had been an absolute delight, a treasure found. Her final orgasm had been so joyous, so deep and profound, so sensuous and so appreciated as to make him feel proud of Jane's sexual art and tenderness. For what had seemed like several minutes the girl had moaned ecstatically of the tremendous orgasm coursing through her trembling body, squeezing and caressing her lovely breasts animally while thrusting her pudenda deeper and deeper into his wife's mouth. When eventually the girl collapsed, inert, Jane's own breathless panting filled the room, her face beaming with the most delighted of smiles, her eyes sparkling with fulfilment, her lips and chin glassy with the girl's come. Commandingly, as their breathing eased Jane sweetly but tenderly told the girl she had to go, vowing to keep her promise to let the girl come over her breasts and taste her pussy once again. Within seconds of closing the front door she had returned to the attic, excited and demanding. Throwing off her dress she sat astride him, first kissing him passionately to share the fresh taste of Zoe's come then insisting that he kiss and lick her sticky breasts while telling him with how unbelievably exciting it had been the girl kiss and lick her pussy with him watching. She had confessed with avid detail to a wildness coursing through her body as she felt her orgasm begin, an unquenchable desire to come more than she had ever done before, to break the dam of inhibition and let every dirty thought and fantasy flood out as creamy come into the girl's mouth. She had confessed to an obsessive lesbian lust, a Sapphic nymphomania filling her mind with a most erotic fantasy, of her in a harem of nubile naked women like Helen and Zoe, of watching them making themselves and each other come, of enjoying each of them making her come into their mouth and of making herself come for them to watch. And all the time, she whispered sexily into his ear while sliding her hand onto his crotch, I knew I'd have you to come back to. With magical speed and grace she had leapt from him, unfastened his jeans, helped in out of them and his boxers and then straddled him once more, sucking his huge erection into her. They had made slow gently love in silence for a few minutes until his penis exploded with a volcano of come. Then, as his erection eventually subsided she eased herself from him and cupped her palm beneath her pussy to catch the slithering globules of sperm oozing between her labia. Kneeling before him she lapped his come from her palm and then licked his penis clean. With his come glistening on her lips she had whispered: I love you, and Patrick had felt sure all was well with the world. Now, seven hours later he found himself alone in his bed. Jane's side was warm, but not that warm. He got up and, through some instinct or other, felt drawn to look down towards the summer house, glimpsing gentle movement in the ropes of the swing-seat. Pulling on a pair of loose cotton trousers he slipped through the house, out into the garden and round behind the stable-block. He stopped, like a spy in the shadows, to take in the scene. Jane was sat on the swing-seat, rocking it easily with one foot. She was naked, her gown tossed to one side, as was Zoe, who snuggled up close against her. The two women were whispering some sweet nothings to each other while delicately stroking each other's body: Zoe teasing her fingers up and down Jane's slightly parted thighs; Jane letting her fingers dance lightly across the girl's fleshy breasts. It was a scene of love - more specifically, it was a scene after love. Patrick could have no doubt that the two women were enjoying the feel of each other's bodies after orgasm. He felt sick and humiliated. This was not part of their agreed drama - this was a repeat of Jane's love-making with Helen, discovered, not intentionally revealed. Suddenly, he sensed a re-gathering of lust. Jane's caressing of Zoe's breasts became more urgent, whilst, for her part, Zoe shifted her position to slip her hand further up Jane's thighs and to face her. Though he had said nothing last night, Patrick had noticed that at no time had Jane and Zoe kissed. He hadn't asked her about this, hoping, wanting to believe that it was a sign that the relationship was solely about sex. Now, as the two women opened their mouths to connect deeply with each other, that hope slid away. He watched, deflated, as the passion of their kiss was matched by the passion of their embrace. Jane slid forward on the seat and let her legs fall apart to receive Zoe's urgent fingers. Though muffled by the kiss and the hope of privacy, Jane's moan of pleasure as Zoe slid two fingers inside her waiting pussy was unmistakable. Hmm, you naughty girl, Jane smiled as the kiss ended, you're going to make me come again ... * * * * * Patrick had slipped away back to bed and said nothing when Jane returned twenty minutes later. He said little forty-five minutes later when they got up, without making love. As usual, he made tea and toast while Jane took apart the paper, picking out the fashion magazine for her, the sports tabloid for him. As they finished their breakfast Jane asked Patrick what he would be doing while she was helping at the church, receiving the expected reply that he had a few things to do in the workshop. Good, she had smiled, then I shall come and find you there and tell you what happened ... every delicious detail, she smiled sexily and then skipped out of the kitchen to get ready. Thirty minutes later, showered, dressed and perfumed, she breezed back in to kiss him farewell. As she left by the back door Patrick could not help but feel relieved that she had, at least, dressed more demurely than for her seduction of Zoe. Indeed, she looked every bit the respectable village churchgoer in a pale lemon knee-length dress that captured her figure nicely without revealing any womanly flesh. Two and half hours later Jane came skipping into Patrick's workshop, her face a picture of mischievous delight. - oh Patrick, she breathed sexily, rushing up to kiss him, you are so, so clever ... - I am - yes my darling one, you are ... you said you'd bet Rosemary had a wild side and you could not have been more right ... - I see - ... hmm, oh I'm so excited, can you feel me trembling, I can't wait to tell you - she pressed herself tight against Patrick tight for a moment while nibbling his ear playfully - ... oh Zoe was so wonderful ... - Zoe!, Patrick exclaimed, pushing Jane away - yes my darling, Zoe ... I needed some bait, she giggled - why Zoe, why not Helen or ... Zoe ... - Patrick, what is this? - ... nothing, Patrick said with unconvincing petulance, I mean ... - Patrick, Jane barked sternly, what ... is ... this? do you have some problem about Zoe? - ... no ... - good, because you seemed happy enough last night to watch her kiss my pussy - and you didn't enjoy it? - of course I enjoyed it, Jane growled with growing irritation, you know very well that I enjoyed it ... almost as much as I enjoyed her pussy, she hissed, rubbing my knuckles against her hot little clitoris, watching her masturbate, slipping off her wet panties and then running my tongue up between her sweet sticky labia, she breathed dirtily, you know all this Patrick, she snarled, because you watched me! - yes, I know, but ..., he sighed plaintively - but what Patrick? ... don't you dare say you're worried I might be enjoying it too much ... - no, but why ... - I've already told you why Zoe, I needed bait ... besides, much though I love the feeling of having a woman lick my pussy - and just so there's no doubt here, Patrick, she hissed spitefully, let's get this very clear, I love that feeling, it may only be a couple of days since my first time with Helen but, I absolutely adore lesbian love and I'm going to go on adoring and enjoying it, whether you want to watch me or not - so, yes, I could have tried to seduce Rosemary on my own, offered her my tongue or my pussy or both, but instead I persuaded Zoe to come along ... hmm, literally, as it turned out, she giggled, ... thinking that maybe I might try a little of that voyeurism you seem so into! - persuaded? - yes Patrick, she breathed with salacious confidence, I persuaded her ... as I think you also know, spying on me from behind your precious shed ... - I'm sorry, Patrick sighed pathetically, reddening with embarrassment - ... shall I tell you how glorious it was persuading Zoe? ... - no, it's ... - ... no, Patrick, I insist ... I unfastened my robe, slowly, provocatively, drawing her eyes onto me, making her want me ... all of me ... first, I offered her my breasts to kiss, which she did with such gentleness and tenderness I was quite powerless to deny her when she asked if she could make herself come over them ... I did tease her for a moment, saying I knew the only reason she wanted to do that was so that I'd let her lick my pussy again ... no, she cried with delightful, loving earnestness that I almost felt guilty for having teased her ... no, she insisted in that lovely sweet accent of hers, I just want to masturbate for you again ... I smiled, lost for words as she sighed, pleaded almost, please Jane, watch me come ... of course baby, I smiled, I would love to ... hmm, I whispered, I want to feel your come trickling down my breasts and over my nipples ... - Jane, I - I didn't ... - sshh, Jane breathed icily ... so, I dropped my robe and sat on the edge of the swing while she stood in front of me, naked - did I tell you Zoe was nude when she walked into the garden Patrick?, she asked disparagingly, complete, deliciously and beautifully naked, tempting me with her gorgeous body, her fleshy breasts, her hard mauve nipples, her round hips, her succulent pussy all liberated to captivate my senses and beguile me into making luscious lesbian love with her - hmm, how she tempted me Patrick ... she stroked herself slowly at first, making herself wet and sticky, easing her labia apart, coiling her fingers around her swollen clitoris ... then, as her excitement rose her fingers worked more urgently, more furiously ... hmm, pulling herself open she slid one then two then three fingers inside herself, loving her wet pussy passionately ... she withdrew her fingers for a moment and held them between, hmm, her smell was divine ... then she licked her sweet gooey juices from her fingers with a lascivious delight before driving them into her once more, using her other hand now also to work her clitoris ... as her orgasm approached she pressed herself against me, spread her labia across each breast in turn, using my nipples, one after the other, to masturbate ... with her fingers and my nipple inside her she began to tremble, began to moan, began to come and as she came I slipped my hands around her hips, slipped my fingers between her buttocks, caressed her and squeezed her gorgeous bottom till I felt her coming over me, till I felt her juices oozing over my flesh, till I felt so excited I could neither deny her nor resist her ... effortlessly, almost without thinking about it, I slid a finger into her warm anus Patrick ... oh my how she loved it, she moaned ecstatically as I forced a second finger inside her tight dark hole, hmm it felt so good, so sexy, so dirty, so secret ... and as I made such intimate, confidential love to her she pushed her pussy down harder against my breasts and came stupendously ... warm, creamy, fragrant come oozed over my breasts ... - enough! - no Patrick, it wasn't enough, that is the point ... having her come over me like that made me come also, just the feel and scent of her sexy young body and the sound of her ecstasy made me come ... do you understand what I'm saying Patrick? - yes, I'm sorry - sorry? ... what d'you mean, you're sorry I've realised how glorious it is making love to another woman? - no!, Patrick replied firmly, no Jane, I understand, truly I do ...and I'm sorry for getting all jealous and stuff ... - hmm, well, so you should be, Jane smiled tenderly while stroking her husband's face, so you should be ... I wanted it to be so sexy, she sighed, I wanted you to hold me and stroke me while I told you how we tricked Rosemary into a somewhat compromising position which I 'discovered' and then, she smiled, kissing him gently on the lips while dropping her hand down to his shorts, feeling his soft penis beneath, I wanted to feel you getting excited as I told you how Zoe and I threatened to expose Rosemary as a depraved lesbian witch intent on corrupting poor young Zoe unless, we smiled maliciously like St Trinian's bullies, she agree to do exactly what we say ... - ... and, Patrick asked, excitement tracing his voice - ... patience, she chided teasingly ... we led her into the back room, locked the door and ordered her to strip ... - really, Patrick breathed - ... really, Jane whispered while squeezing Patrick's erection through his shorts, the thought of the Rector's wife undressing seems to excite you quite a bit ... - er, well - ... as well it should for she is a very attractive woman - hmm, Patrick sighed, enjoying Jane's caressing of his now hard penis - ... with a most unchaste taste in underwear ... eh? - ... beneath a prim, proper and elegant Sunday dress she was ... naked - no! - uh-uh - so maybe the Tart scam wasn't such an act! maybe ... certainly sweet radiant Rosemary is a very sexy and ravishing lady in the nude ... - did you ... - want her? ... yes, Patrick, I rather think I did - she has a fabulous body, firm breasts with the most delicious looking nipples, red and juicy like strawberries just waiting for the cream ... - oh Jane ... hmm, that nice, Patrick moaned, his erection how throbbing against the tightness of his shorts ... did you come over her like Zoe did, did you make yourself come all over her breasts? - no baby, Jane sighed, would you like to watch me do that sometime ... - y-yes - ... watch me masturbate with another woman like that, rubbing my juicy pussy against he soft breasts and hard nipples? - hmm - hmm, hmm, Jane sighed excitedly ... when we do it, she breathed seductively, I want you with me, I want you right up behind me, sliding your hard penis up and down between my naked buttocks till you come, all hot and creamy over my bottom - ... hmm, would you like that baby? - y-yes - hmm, I want to feel you come Patrick, she breathed whilst hurriedly unfastening his shorts and slipping her hand inside his damp boxers, caressing his rigidly excited penis ... hmm, I want to feel you come all over my palm baby, feel your hot creamy come oozing through my fingers ... - uh-uh - close your eyes baby and imagine Rosemary, naked, watching jealously as I stand up close behind Zoe, holding her, caressing her, sliding my hands up and down her dress, stroking her thighs, her hips, her breasts, imagine the desire on her face and the passion in her deliciously swollen nipples and labia ... hmm, there is such lust in her eyes, lust and torment, she wants to join us, she wants to feel Zoe's young body ... shall I let her? - y-yes - yes, of course I will ... slowly, I reach down to the hem of Zoe's dress and just as slowly pull it up her thighs, inch after tempting inch while all the while Rosemary's eyes follow, devouring every sexy inch of the girl's flesh, as I pull the dress above Zoe's hips Rosemary stares wantonly at the swollen mound of the girl's pussy held tight inside her tight panties ... hmm, how she wants her, with a flicker of my eyes I tell her to come and kneel in front of us and as she looks up at us I tease her, asking needlessly, would you like to taste her pussy Rosemary? ... now stroking Zoe's sex lightly through her panties I ask, would you like to stroke her with your tongue, make her come into your mouth ... - oh yes, Patrick cried, his penis ready to explode with thick creamy spume, and did you let her? - no baby, I made her watch while I made Zoe come through her panties, hmm, that girl loves it so much, her panties were gooey and juicy with her come in no time ... so, as a treat, I let Rosemary suck Zoe's juices through her panties for a moment and then we turned on our heels and left her there, still nude, still kneeling on the floor, extremely excited and desperately deserted, her fingers slipping down to her lonely pussy for relief - ah, yes ... hmm, uh-uh-uh ...mmm ... - ... hmm, that's lovely, Jane smiled lasciviously while licking some of Patrick's come from her fingers, hmm, baby, I want you to lay me down naked and come all over me ... later, but first, we need to get ready, Julie will be here in fifteen minutes ... and Patrick, I think she might require a slightly different approach ... ...concluded in Astronomy 5 - Syzygy Astronomy 05 Astronomy 5 - Syzygy ... conclusion to Astronomy 1 - Eclipsus; Astronomy 2 - Flagrante; Astronomy 3 - Delicto; and Astronomy 4 - Domine * Patrick looked up and smiled welcomingly as Julie breezed into his workshop. She looked good, indeed, he could not help but feel, she looked really rather scrumptious, temptingly so. Aside from her delightful cameo as a frighteningly seductive witch in the morality play she and her staff put on at the fete, he had never really seen her in Headmistress mode - even at the occasional dinner at the Rectory, or a village committee, she always seemed somehow dressed for duty: sensible skirts and jackets, hair pulled back, blouse done up, thighs and sexuality hidden. Yet, despite all that there was something mischievous and sexy about her. Maybe it was the sparkle in her eyes, maybe the natural rosy-flush in her apple-round cheeks, maybe the sultry huskiness in her voice, or maybe the trace of playfulness in her ready smile. Or maybe, Patrick had to accept, there was something in him that found curvaceous women a turn on. - hello you, Julie smiled familiarly - hello yourself, Patrick replied without moving from the bench where he was making the frame for a small lute - er, Jane said I could 'come on down', she cooed, like a game-show host, she's, er ... Rosemary seems to need her for something, she added with a deliberate hint of innuendo that Patrick knew well enough to ignore - you look ... - ... cheap? - what, no, I wasn't ... no, I might have said different, or I might have said relaxed, but actually I think I was going for happy - oh, right, well, yeah, I guess so ... I mean, no more school for six weeks, it's a beautiful Sunday afternoon and, er ... yeah, I felt in the mood to wear this outfit I got in that cheap teen shop in Brighton ... nothing over a fiver ... well, save one thing which, Patrick, she said flintily, you ought not to be able to see Patrick returned her playful wink of the eye and watched her as she wandered over to look at a couple of half finished guitars smiling inwardly at the contrast between Rosemary's apparent penchant for attending church underwear-free and Julie's equally feminine choice to spend, it would seem, more on her panties than her skirt. Then again, Julie's skirt was a very short and delightfully flared navy-blue polka dot thing which danced high around her athletically sculptured thighs, so a certain modesty was called for. With it she wore what seemed to be a tight white vest beneath a loose white shirt tied tightly into her waist to emphasise the outline of her voluptuous bosom and the dramatic curves of her hips and bottom. For the first time in his experience she wore her blond wavy hair loose, which suited her, tumbling down onto her shoulders in a chaos of curls and ringlets. Admiring her wonderfully shapely body with unashamed intensity Patrick guessed that, despite the weighty attractiveness of her breasts Julie had chosen not to waste her cash on an expensive bra ... - well, you look very attractive Julie, Patrick smiled without a trace of embarrassment for such forwardness - thank you, Julie smiled, perhaps just a little surprised and unnerved by his confident eye-contact and playful mood, er, well, she said seeking to reclaim control over the exchange, I was rather hoping that I might be able, she cooed coquettishly with a finger pressed lightly into the dimple in her chin, to, er, persuade you to help us get ready for this year's Christmas concert - but, it's summer, Patrick smiled with mock incredulity - I know that, Julie reciprocated with mock indulgence for his simplicity, but we can't plan until we know what instruments we'll have to play with - and what have you got - not much - I see Patrick looked at Julie in silence for a few moments. He didn't mean to, it was not in his nature to, but he could not stop himself wondering how good she must look in the nude, could not help wondering just how irresistible were her breasts, her nipples, her thighs, her buttocks, her sex, could not help imagining her as a gorgeous nude nereid by Rubens, could not help the stiffening of his penis inside his clean boxers and shorts. For her part, Julie felt momentarily intimidated. She had dressed with every intention of teasing and flirting with Patrick - and indeed Jane, given the inference one of her teachers, Heather, had drawn from seeing her and Helen shopping on Friday - to get her own way. But now, she wondered whether she really would be able to control the situation. Control had always been very important to her, professionally and privately. The aura of order and command she seemed to have had landed her, at just 28, the job of Headmistress of one of the best schools in the county, against fierce competition. In her private life also she had always been very organized, nurturing with care a small circle of close friends. Though never promiscuous or needy, she had enjoyed a number of sexual partners of both sexes, exploiting the tenderness and fulfilment available while the relationship was hot and then ending it the moment the magic ran out. Since learning of Heather's suspicions and then meeting Jane in the village yesterday she had slowly obsessed on the idea that today, her thirtieth birthday, might be the day for a liaison dangerous and delicious. Now was no time for second thoughts, she chided herself. Maintaining their increasingly intimate eye-contact she wandered over to a high stool in front of Patrick's work bench and stepped up and onto it with graceful elegance, keeping her eyes locked on his while letting her skirt, which had billowed up as she sat down, slowly come to rest on her thighs. As his stoicism deserted him, as his eyes fell to catch the final glimpse of her fabulously sexy turquoise lace panties, she leaned forward to reveal plenty of her ample cleavage and cooed, so, what could I do to persuade you to help us out a little. She was momentarily confused to hear Patrick reply, well, without moving his lips. - well, Jane sighed seductively over Julie's shoulder, maybe a little more thigh would help, eh Patrick - maybe, Patrick smiled lecherously as his wife slid her palms lightly over Julie's hips and down her thighs before then dragging her fingertips back up to the hem of the short polka-dot skirt - hmm, lovely thighs Julie, Jane breathed - t-thanks, Julie stuttered, eh, Jane ... I was only ... - teasing?, Jane whispered - er, um, Julie muttered, her heart pounding furiously now as she watched Jane's fingers playing with the hem of her skirt - teasing is OK, Jane whispered seductively, I mean, we all like to do be teased a little, don't we? - I guess, Julie agreed while watching as Jane slowly, almost imperceptibly but nonetheless definitively, lifted the hem of her skirt from her thighs - and of course, Jane continued, doing the teasing can be so-o exciting, can't it, she cooed while easing Julie's skirt up towards her hips - y-yes, Julie agreed - I suspect Patrick's excited, aren't you my darling - wonderfully so, Patrick replied confidently, his eyes now devouring the sight of Julie's thick blond bush through the open weave of her lace panties - and I feel a little excited myself, Jane admitted, how about you Julie? - er, well, I guess, a little, Julie muttered while watching Patrick unashamedly staring at her sex - would you like me to excite you a little more, Jane whispered, while teasing a finger up the crease of Julie's vulva - hmm, Julie sighed involuntarily - now then, Jane breathed sexily whilst gently pressing her fingertip against Julie's swelling clitoris, what were you hoping to persuade Patrick to do? - ah, Julie panted weakly, I thought ... perhaps help us get a few new instruments, perhaps let us have a couple of old guitars or something ... - I see, Jane replied pensively, as if weighting the pros and cons of something of mega significance, Patrick's guitars are normally very expensive, aren't they my darling - they are, Patrick agreed, playing his straight-man part with simple efficiency while enjoying immensely such an up-close view of his wife's ability to seduce, so it would seem, any woman she chose - so I think, Jane sighed to signal the enormity of Julie's aspiration, that quite a bit of persuasion will be needed, don't you? - well, I suppose ... - quite a bit of persuasion, Jane repeated while carefully laying the hem of Julie's skirt across her hips, leaving several inches of her sexy panties and expectant pussy on show for Patrick while she untied her shirt, hmm, Jane sighed lasciviously while drawing her hands up close beneath Julie's magnificent bosom caressed tightly by her white vest, you have the most beautiful breasts ... - t-thank y-you, Julie stuttered appreciative of the compliment and Jane's gentle touch - ... hmm, Jane cooed whilst unashamedly caressing Julie's fleshy bosom, quite delicious, I'd love to come over them - y-you w-would, Julie replied with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty in her voice - very much, Jane cooed while carefully easing Julie's shirt off her shoulders and down her arms, very much, she repeated while tossing the shirt onto an adjacent stool and returning her hands to the warm fleshy largeness of Julie's breasts, hmm, her nipples feel so good, she breathed to Patrick - do they baby? Patrick asked - hmm, very, Jane replied while hooking her fingers between Julie's smooth belly and her tight vest, and then calmly, slowly, inexorably easing it up, over her superb bosom, over her head and off - hmm, lovely, Patrick smiled - indeed, Jane cooed, her fingers now coiling around Julie's immense nipples, hmm, she sighed, maybe you'll persuade us yet ... - maybe? Julie smiled uncertainly, still unable quite to grasp what was happening to her or indeed why she could not find it within herself to resist in any way Jane's flagrant exploitation of her body - maybe, Jane repeated, feeling Julie's massive nipples narrow, tighten and harden with excitement, is that nice, she whispered - yes, Julie admitted simply - good, Jane sighed, it's very nice for me also ... hmm, you really do have fabulously gorgeous breasts ... - thank you, Julie said for a third time, this time though without any ambiguity or insecurity, whatever else may happen she suddenly felt composed and excited by Jane's caresses - hmm, hmm, Jane continued, oh Julie, if I had you to myself I'd smother your breasts with my kisses and my come all afternoon ... - w-would you, Julie breathed, overwhelmed by Jane's generous sexuality - ... with alacrity, Jane proclaimed theatrically, in fact, she added in a conspiratorial whisper charged with the pretence that only she and Julie could hear, as soon as Patrick leaves in the morning I shall roll back the covers, stroke my naked flesh, open my legs and masturbate while dreaming of you making my pussy come with your hard nipples ... - oh my, Julie breathed - unless you call round and demand to do it for real - er, hmm - do you masturbate Julie? - er, yeah ... like all the time, Julie confessed - how wonderful, Jane breathed, hmm, I'd love to watch you do it when dressed all in your Headmistress style - one minute all prim and proper, the next all sexy and dirty ... tell me Julie, does a very respectable Headmistress wear lace panties beneath her sensible skirts? - sometimes - only sometimes, Jane smiled, and other times? - well, Julie breathed coquettishly, her eyes now fixed on Patrick for whom, she guessed, this little Q&A was being performed, sometimes, perhaps with a mid-length skirt I might wear boots and stockings - and? - and, er, nothing, Julie smiled - how wonderful, Jane giggled, so why wear them today? - skirt's too short - really, Jane asked with mock incredulity, for what ... - for, er ... not to - hmm, Jane pondered, maybe ... or maybe see-through panties are sexier than no panties at all - and you? Julie asked - me, Jane smiled while taking hold of Julie's hand and sliding it gently up inside her lemon dress - no panties, Julie smiled in discovery, hmm, you feel good, she sighed wistfully, so warm, so juicy, so good ... is that nice? - delicious - delicious indeed, Julie sighed, hmm, I'd love to make you come, feel you come, smell you come ... - think about it, Jane whispered while dragging Julie's fingers from her pussy and pressing them firmly against the lacy mound of her own pudenda, think about it while you make yourself come for us, she sighed, let Patrick see how much you want me, how much you want to have me, how much you want to come to my bed when he's not there and make endless love with me ... would you like that Julie? - oh yes, Julie sighed, easing her fingers inside her tight panties, in-between her slippery labia - hmm, think about it Julie, Jane repeated, her hands once again caressing the warm softness of Julie's breasts and the huge potent glory of her dark and immense nipples, hmm, she sighed, imagine stealing into the house the second Patrick leaves, rushing up the stairs to find me lying on the bed naked, my wet pussy waiting for you ... - oh yes, Julie moaned, her fingers dancing salaciously inside her panties, her eyes fixed on Patrick watching her, enjoying her, imagining her and his wife making each other come - ... waiting for your touch, your tongue, your nipples ... please, please, I beg as you hurry out of your clothes, I need you Julie, I need you ... completely nude now, you lie with me, your soft warm skin against mine, your thighs coiled around mine, your beautiful breasts enveloping mine, your hot pussy against mine ... hmm, imagine rubbing my pussy with yours Julie, imagine our labia kissing, our juices mixing, our lusts combining as we feel ourselves coming hard against each other ... - yes, yes, oh yes, Julie moaned, her fingers now a delirious whirl inside her panties, twisting her swollen clitoris, stretching the delicate lace to ripping point in their desperate desire to slide inside her, to open her before she floods and trembles and contracts in orgasm ... oh my, Jane, you are so sexy, oh my I'm coming so much ... hmm, yes, yes, yes ... Jane continued to caress and massage Julie's impressive bosom. Looking down over the young woman's shoulders, with her hands cupped beneath her gorgeous melon-huge breasts, Jane could feel Julie's heart pounding as she recovered from her orgasm. As Jane caressed she obsessed - drinking in every soft inch of creamy flesh with her eyes, infatuated with an intensity could never have imagined a few days previously. Unable and unwilling to repress the desire to kiss and taste Julie's engorged nipples Jane eased her right hand from beneath the young woman's heavy right breast, slipped around the stool and, capturing Julie's left breast between both hands brought the grape-dark berry towards her mouth, lower her mouth onto the luscious fruit. As she sucked she felt Julie's breathing quicken again, saw her fingers grow agitated once more inside her panties. - oh my, Jane sighed lifting her mouth from Julie's immense mauve nipple and looking across to Patrick, isn't she gorgeous - utterly, Patrick smiled - quick, come here lover, Jane commanded As Patrick slid out from behind his workbench the enormity of his erection was achingly visible inside his shorts. Oh my, Jane smiled while leaning across Julie to take hold of her husband and pull him closer to them both. With lustful desire she hurriedly unbuttoned his shorts and pushed them down his thighs. Hmm, Julie sighed seeing the strength of Patrick's arousal pressing against a clear damp circle in his lilac boxers. As he stepped out of his shorts Jane tugged at the waistband of his boxers, pushing them down onto his hips, help me baby, she sighed fearing she'd hurt him trying to drag the shorts over his erection. As Patrick slipped his boxers over his hips Julie sighed salaciously. - oh my ... you are one lucky girl, Julie smiled while devouring Patrick's nine inch erection with her eyes - I am, Jane smiled adoringly while leaning forward to lick the sticky end of Patrick's solid penis ... indeed, I am, she repeated before offering Julie a taste of Patrick's sperm from the tip of her tongue ... what more could a girl want than a husband with a cock to die for ... - er, Julie sighed uncertainly - ... and a friend with the most wonderful breasts on earth to share it with - r-really, Julie smiled - really ... ish, Jane smiled enigmatically while sliding her left hand down the young woman's belly to the waistband of her panties ... hmm, oh Julie, I would love ... - y-yes, Julie sighed expectantly - ... I would love, Jane repeated while sliding her fingers inside Julie's panties, beneath the young woman's hand, towards her orgasm-wet pussy, I would so love for you to let me ... - y-yes, anything, Julie moaned excitedly - ... would so love for you to take off your panties ... and let me ... - oh yes, Julie cried, ripping her lace panties from her body and opening her legs rudely wide - ... oh baby, you are so, hmm, d'you want me to fuck you? - hmm, oh my, yes - fuck your hot wet pussy while I make Patrick come in my mouth? - oh Jane yes, Julie moaned, oh you are fantastic, so lovely ...hmm, she moaned as Jane's fingers entered her, oh that is so nice, I have never felt so good ... - me neither, Jane sighed opening her mouth to accept Patrick's waiting erection Patrick felt Jane's mouth slide down his huge penis, taking him in deeper than she had ever done before. Her excitement and lustfulness was infectious. Julie was quite clearly in a state of the most heightened arousal. She seemed to come within seconds of Jane entering her but far from relaxing with climactic contentment she had become more demanding, more rampant, more wanton, using her hands to pull her thighs wider apart and demanding that Jane reward her with a third finger. Jane for her part was working his penis with a skilful delight that was quite heavenly, variously licking, sucking and massaging his penis with her mouth, holding him on the brink of a climax for what he hoped would be eternity. As he watched and listened to Julie getting more and more excited, more and more demanding, he could sense the reciprocity in Jane's body. As she acceded to Julie's desperate demand for a fourth finger she moaned lustfully while sucking harder, more urgently on his rigid penis. Never had he fingered Jane so completely and never, he was sure, had she ever done it to herself. But, the lustful urgency with which she was now quite forcefully, passionately, intensely finger-fucking Julie's wet, wanton and open pussy attested to plenty of past fantasising. Oh my, yes, yes, Julie cried, her body now vibrating visibly through the most powerful of orgasms, oh I love you both, she moaned, I'm yours however you want, yours to fuck and come over whenever you want. Patrick could hold back no more. His penis exploded into his wife's mouth, filling her with a torrent of hot creamy sperm. Gagging, Jane opened her mouth to let Patrick's cascade of come pour down over Julie's gorgeous waiting bosom. Oh yes, the young woman moaned appreciatively as she felt Patrick's hot cream slithering down between her breasts, traces already coiling around her nipples before dropping onto her smooth belly. Oh yes, come all over me, she cried delightedly, I want you to come all over me, she repeated while caressing her now sticky breasts with her hands. - oh baby, Jane smiled at her husband, you came so much, so much ... - it was wonderful, Julie offered - ... wonderfully wonderful, Jane smiled, as were you Julie, your pussy is the just sexiest thing any woman could long for Astronomy 05 - and do you Jane ... do you long for sexy pussy? Julie asked with some seriousness - yes, Jane replied simply, yes, I do ... and I would very much like to make love to your gorgeous pussy again ... and again ... would you like that? - with Patrick watching? - sometimes - and other times? - and sometimes, Jane whispered in intimate confession, as Patrick knows and understands, I would like to make naked liberated lesbian love with you, just the two of us, stroking and teasing and pleasing each other, masturbating together, telling each other how much we want to feel and taste and smell each other, then licking each other and coming together ... that's what I'd like to do at other times ... - sounds gorgeous, Julie sighed - ... it would be, Jane breathed, in my bed, or in the woods, or maybe in your office ... - in my office! - ... hmm, think how exciting it could be ... we'd make each other come with the door unlocked, knowing we could be discovered any minute ... - oh my - ... and sometimes Patrick can join us - yes, of course, Julie smiled - ... and come all over your breasts - mmm, lovely - mmm, indeed ... w-would you ... d-do you, Jane stammered hesitantly - yes, Julie smiled - baby, Jane cooed to Patrick, would it be OK if I said Julie could maybe suck you sometimes? - I guess, Patrick replied dumbly - ... what!, Julie exclaimed - only if you want to, Jane said hurriedly - oh Jane, Julie sighed lovingly, we are going to have such fun together - yes, Jane replied, I do believe we are Astronomy As usual, all characters in this story are eighteen or older. The evening air was clear and warm. It was a perfect night to dig out my telescope and study the stars. I hastily set up my tent and then packed my eight inch reflector out into the back yard. We lived far out in the country, away from light pollution. These kinds of nights were perfect for amateur astronomers. I was alone in the big ranch house. Dad had left eight years ago, overcome by too much drink and a lust for bar girls. Mom was attending a cattle convention in Kansas City and my younger sister was out on a date. I would have the whole evening to myself. Like a futuristic astronaut, I had to decide on interstellar travel or staying in the solar system. I decided on the solar system and soon Jupiter swung into view. Jupiter always fascinated me. It was so big and had so many moons! I was making notes on the Jupiter's southern hemisphere when I heard the back door slide open. "Nancy?" I called. It wasn't time for her to be home. Damn! Now my whole evening would be shot. She wandered out to my setup and plopped down beside me. I could tell that she had been crying. "What happened?" I asked. "I thought you had a date with Rodney Bloom." "I did," she sniffled, "but when we got to the drive in all he wanted to do was try to fuck me. I couldn't handle it so I made him bring me home. What's wrong with me? Why can't I be like other girls? They all let their boyfriends fuck them." I knew she was really upset because she never said 'fuck' around me. She leaned into me and I put my arm around her. I could feel her tears soaking through my t-shirt. "There isn't anything wrong with you baby girl. You just have a higher set of moral values than your slutty friends." "Oh yeah? Well maybe I need to get a little slutty too," she whined. "No sis, no. You should stay just as sweet as you are. Don't compromise your morals just because some dickhead let his hormones get out of control." I tilted her head up and gently kissed her lips. She looked at me strangely, like I had done something she really liked. But I often kissed her. I loved her. I didn't do any of that French stuff, just a light brushing of her lips to show her I cared. She grabbed the back of my head and looked into my eyes. "I've been sweet long enough! I want to be really bad. I can't think of doing anything as bad as making love to my brother," she declared. I backed away from her. She couldn't be serious! There was no way I was gonna fuck my sister! "Don't get carried away sis. You don't have to jump me just to get even with the world," I declared. She jumped up and ran back to the house. "We'll see about that!" she yelled as she disappeared through the back door. I was thoroughly confused. Why would she turn down her hunk boyfriend and offer herself to me? I'm no hunk. I'm just an average looking math nerd with glasses, not to mention her brother. She, on the other hand, was a genuinely beautiful girl. She had long, straight red hair that spilled over a killer body. Big tits and flaring hips showed that she would be someone's prize catch. But not mine! She was my sister! I thought she had gone to bed so I returned to my telescope. Just as I tweaked in on the great red spot, I heard the backdoor open again. She strode purposefully over to where I was reclining on my blanket. All she had on was a sheer negligee and a pair of sheer panties. Her outfit left nothing to the imagination. She slid in next to me and curled her arms around me forcing me onto my back. Her lips touched mine and this time they were open. I was astonished and when I tried to protest her tongue shot into my mouth like a striking snake. My protest died in my throat. Her hand grasped my cock through the thin cotton shorts. It got immediately hard. "Nancy, what are you doing?" I gasped. "You have had girlfriends, haven't you?" "Well yeah." "You made love to them, didn't you?" "Yeah." "I want you to give me some lessons. I'm tired of being Miss Goody Two Shoes. Teach me to fuck! I don't want a lecture course; I want a full, physical participation course." "Nancy you are my sister and while I just know that making love to you would be fantastic, I can't do it." "Sure you can. I'll help get us started and you can take over from there," she sighed. Her hand pumped my rigid cock through my shorts. I was quickly losing control. I gave it one last try. "Please, Nancy, think about what you're doing. You'll meet some nice young guy pretty soon who'll make you happy. Don't throw your innocence away on your brother," I pled. "My trouble is that I think too much. This is gonna happen unless you beat me up. I want you inside me. I want it now!" At that point, brain number one winked out and brain number two woke up. My resistance fled. My cock was driving now. She jerked my shorts off, exposing my eight inch dick to the evening air. It stuck out like a lance. Her hand wrapped around it and her lips brushed the tip. She smiled up at me. "Where did you learn this stuff?" I asked in a panicky voice. "The internet knows all," she answered. She sucked the tip of my cock into her mouth and tongued the hole in the end. I almost shot off right then! She took my cock out of her mouth and took off all her clothes (both pieces). Her body was magnificent. I had dreamed about females like her. I was salivating. I rolled her onto her back and spread her legs. "Are you gonna fuck me now?" her trembling voice inquired. "I'm gonna lick you now. I'm gonna eat your pussy, suck on your clit and make you cum on my tongue." She shuddered as my lips touched her pussy. It was sweet and fresh. Her slit was already wet. I licked her from her asshole to her clit. My tongue sought her center and I jammed it into her vagina as far as I could. "Oh god, Al, don't stop. Lick me harder." I rubbed her sex as fast as I could with my tongue. She was leaking a lot of girl juice and I was lapping it all up. Her body humped off the blanket as she was introduced to feelings she hadn't known existed. That's when I grabbed her clit with my lips. I sucked on the hard little bud like a tiny dick and rapidly ran my tongue over the end of it. I gave it a gentle little nip. She screamed and came almost immediately. Her juices dribbled down my chin. I kept up the assault on her clit until she came again. "Does it get any better than that? She whispered. "Yes, my love, it does," I whispered back and crawled up between her creamy thighs. "Are you gonna fuck me now?" she asked. "Yes, this is it." "I'm ready for it now. I can't wait to feel you inside me." She aligned my cock with her entrance and rubbed it in her pussy juice. Soon it was slick and ready. I plunged into her, breaking her cherry and gliding in all the way in one stroke. "Oweee!" she cried. "It hurts! Take it out." A big, fat tear rolled down her cheek. "No way. I'll just let you rest for a minute. It'll start to feel good in just a little while." I kept still within her until I felt her move a little. She moved a little more. "I'm ready now," she sighed, "I feel so full. Do it: Fuck me, Al." I started driving into her. She was so tight and wet! My first virgin! Her pussy quivered and flexed around me as I drove into her harder and harder. "Uhn,uhn,uhn," she chanted in time with our strokes. 'It feels so good! I love it. Fuck me harder Al." She was shaking and moaning and so was I. Her pussy massaged my throbbing cock as we fucked on into the night. She clenched her cunt around me as she came again. I held her tightly to me as our mutual sweat soaked the blanket. Pussy juice flooded the blanket. She never stopped returning my lunges. Soon I could feel the onset of another climax in her. Her pussy was rapidly fluttering around my dick as I drove it harder and harder into her. I could feel that good feeling deep down in my balls that signaled my own orgasm was immanent. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" I cried and several streamers of thick, potent semen shot out of me and into her center. "Oh, Al, I can feel it! It's hot and squishy. Give me more!" she demanded. My cock was rapidly wilting and soon fell out. "You'll have to wait until I get hard again," I told her. Unwilling to wait, she grasped my cock and tried to jack me off. It wasn't working; I was still too floppy. Then she sucked it all into her mouth. I started getting hard in her throat. She gagged and sputtered. Jerking my hard dick out of her mouth, she pulled me into her again. "Are you all right?" I asked. "I'm a little sore but I'm a lot horny. I want to fuck you all night. God, this is so neat! I'm gonna just love fucking you all the time. We live together. We can do it whenever mom isn't here!" I thought about my girlfriend. I thought about my hobby. The choice was easy. "Sound good to me," I panted as she tried to fuck my eyeballs out. Her wet, slippery pussy was doing wonderful things to my cock. I knew from experience that I would last a lot longer this time. Her hips bucked as she tried to jam my cock as deep into her as possible. I drove into her, meeting her thrusts with a savage, animal growl. Our juices were on my thighs and on her thighs and all over the blanket. It was great! Periodically she would increase her speed and then scream a little. I know that she came at least four times before I felt my juices rising in my nuts. "I'm gonna cum in you again," I grunted. "Give it all to me. I wanna be full of your cum all the time." My toes curled and I stiffened out inside her. I couldn't move. It was the most intense orgasm I ever had. I lay there on top of her, my cock injecting her with spurts of my love potion. "You are mine forever," I managed to gasp as the last of my cum shot into her. I squeezed her tightly and rolled us over on our sides. I kept my cock lodged solidly in her super hot pussy. "Oh, Al, are we gonna make a baby?" she asked. Holy shit! I had completely forgotten protection. But I held my cock in her, plugging the juices. I thought it over. How was this going to work? Hmmm. "If you are in the right part of your cycle, we may have one on the way." "Oh goody!! I hope I'm pregnant. I want your baby. If I'm not, can we try again?" "Sure," I said, not being sure about anything at the moment. "Let's pack up this equipment and go inside. Then we can fuck on a real bed." We gathered up all the gear and took it inside. I locked all the doors and set the alarm. "Let's take a shower," Nancy suggested. I followed her into the bathroom. The hot water washed all the grass and sticks from us along with a goodly amount of fuck juice and sweat. I knelt before her and kissed her pussy. "Your place or mine?" she giggled. "Let's go to your place. We can fuck mine up later." We walked into her bedroom nude. She flopped down on the bed and I sat beside her. I pinched her nipples and she squealed. "I'm so glad I got pissed off at that asshole," she said. "Me too." I agreed. "We've got five days before mom gets back." "Well then times awastin'" she replied. I chuckled to myself. "What's so funny?" she asked, a little miffed. "I was just thinking, I started the evening studying the great red spot of Jupiter and wound up with my cock in the little pink spot of Nancy." She chuckled a little and said, "Well, put it back in the little pink spot. Nancy is ready for more of your cum." For the next three days we fucked continuously around the clock. On the fourth day, I was laying on my back with her pussy solidly wrapped around my cock. She was resting peacefully, having just screwed me again. Her hair was fanned out around me. Her bedroom door banged open and mother's voice shouted, "What the hell are you doing to my daughter?" Both of us popped up on the bed. "Mama!" we cried in unison. We were in for it now. Mom was as pissed off as I had ever seen her. She was apoplectic. "What are you doing home so early?" I asked with a trembling voice "I'm not answering the questions here, I'm asking them!" Warm cum was dribbling down Nancy's leg. Mom looked at it in disbelief. "You two get cleaned up. I'll see you in the living room in fifteen minutes!" and she stalked down the hall. "What are we gonna do?" sobbed Nancy. "We're gonna get cleaned up and go see how bad the damage is," I replied. We both took brief showers, got dressed and went to the living room. Mom was absolutely livid. "Okay Albert, explain to me what you were doing with your dick in your sister!" "Well mom, I kind of seduced her. She is magnificent. Every boy within fifty miles wants her. In fact, she looks like a younger version of you," I mumbled, shuffling my feet. "Al didn't seduce me! I practically raped him. I dumped my boyfriend that night and I was feeling bad about it. Al tried to comfort me and get me to go to bed but I tried some of those things you told me about on him and they worked. It's not Al's fault, it's mine," she sobbed. "Just when was 'that night'? How long have you two been fucking like monkeys?" "Oh momma, it was about a week ago. I had enough of being a goody two shoes. All my girlfriends were putting out. I didn't want to do it with somebody I don't like. I love Al so I thought I'd just as soon give it up yo him. He really did try hard to not let it happen. It's all my fault!" "Actually mom, it isn't entirely her fault. I should have stopped it and could have stopped it at any stage. I reached a point where I wasn't thinking anymore. If I were stronger, this wouldn't have happened." I sobbed. "Well, what's done is done. Did you two use protection?" We both hung our heads. "No mom," we said in unison. "What if she's pregnant? What are you going to do then?" "Oh momma, you don't understand," Nancy cried, "I love Al. I want his baby. He tried to use a condom but I wouldn't let him." "Do you two plan on continuing this incestuous love affair?" Nancy looked her in the eye and said, "Yes!" "Well then I guess we'll have to make some new sleeping arrangements." For a minute, I thought she was kicking us out. Then she said, "Nancy, you move into Al's room. I won't have you two sneaking around." She got up and went down the hall to her room. She shut the door. Nancy bounced into my arms. "I love you Al. I want to be with you always." Three weeks later, Nancy was at the mall with her friends. I was sitting on the bed reading a book about the solar system. The door swung open and mom entered the room. She came over and sat beside me. She had on a really short nighty. She got right to the point. "Son, do you know how long it's been since I had sex?" I was shocked at the question. Mom and I never talked about sex. "N....n.....no." I stammered. "It's been six years. Right after your father left, I had an affair with your Uncle Avery. I would have kept him but he turned out to be just as much of a bum as your father was. Are you shocked that I screwed my brother?" "Well yeah! I never would have thought you'd give it up to Uncle Avery." "Anyway, that's why I wasn't too upset when I found you fucking your sister. She's at the mall now, you know." "Yes mom, I know." "Well, we had a little chat and we've decided to share you. I'm here to get laid, so get your clothes off!" and she shucked her nighty. Her big, full tits were still not saggy. Her tummy was flat. Her red hair hung loosely down her back. Like her daughter, she had freckles on her body. I love freckles. She was undressing me, apparently unwilling to wait. "Your cock is a lot bigger than my brothers. Take it easy on me. It's been a long time," she said as she discarded my shorts. She slowly jacked my cock. It was rapidly rising. She bent her head to it and sucked the tip into her mouth. I had no choice in the matter. I was going to fuck her. She cradled my nuts and gently squeezed them. She licked them and I almost lost it. Suddenly she plunged all eight inches of my cock down her throat. What a sensation! I could feel her throat trying to swallow me. Her head bobbed up and down as I got harder and harder. "Please Al, lick me," she whimpered. I flipped her up on top of me and sucked her labia into my hungry mouth. She tasted so good! The longer I licked her the more juice she produced. She still had my cock in her mouth. She quickly hopped off of me and dropped to her back. "I don't want to waste any of your cum. Fuck me now Al, fuck me, fuck me!" She dragged me to her pussy and I plunged into her, stopping when I bottomed out. "Oof," she said, "it hurt a little but I'll get used to it. Rivet me to the mattress. I want to fuck you so bad!" As I slid in and out of her, it occurred to me that she felt just like her daughter. I couldn't believe I had two beautiful pussys to plunder. She quivered and shook under my assault. "Give it to me! Shoot it in me! I want all of it!" she cried. A light sheen of sweat formed on us. I hugged her tightly to me as I fucked her brains out. My cock was like a jackhammer. I couldn't stop. I couldn't slow down. She returned my thrusts and soon her pussy clamped down on my cock. I just kept fucking her as she came. Her juices were making squishy noises as our sex collided. She screamed as she came. My sexual center was sending me messages I had never felt before. "Give me my cum! I want my cum!" she screeched. I was out of control. My mind centered on squirting her full. My toes clenched. I felt my balls retract. I straightened out deep inside her and injected her with all the semen my balls held. I just kept cumming. It was the most erotic experience of my life. I wriggled and twitched as the last of my juices drained into her. I still held her as tight as I could. "Get off me son!" she pled. "No way! I'm gonna leave it in you and when it's ready again I'm gonna fuck you some more!" "I can feel it rising in me already. Fuck me again son. Put some more juice in me. I wanna cum again!" As my cock got harder, my strokes got longer. Her pussy flexed around me as she got into it. I reached between us and rubbed her clit. "Oh, god, yes!" she screamed. I felt her pussy lips flexing on my finger. She was cumming again. Just as she was coming down from her orgasmic high, I jammed a finger into her ass and she came again. Her pussy was sucking me, milking me, driving me out of my mind. I felt that good feeling deep in my balls and started cumming again. I have no idea how I produced that much love potion in such a short length of time, but I filled her up again. Totally fucked out, I lay beside her and played with her tits. "Say mom, are you using any protection?" I asked. "No." "Why not?" "Nancy and I both want your babies." "You mean you and Nancy both want me to father a child?" "Yes, son. Both of us want your children. It will be much easier if both of us get pregnant. Also, I want to keep on fucking you for as long as I can. You've got the nicest cock I've ever had in me. Whenever you're not fucking Nancy, I want you in me." "Are you sure about this mom? How are you going to explain the babies? What's going to happen to them?" "You just let Nancy and I worry about those little details. All you have to do is fuck us and give us children." "I don't know mom. This all sounds fairly chancy to me." "Well I can see from your hardon it has some appeal for you." She wrapped her fingers around my cock and jacked it faster and faster. It took a while but I shot a big streamer of semen into the air. Mom tried to catch it on her tongue. She giggled and licked up the fruit of our labor. "Let's take a shower and relax until Nancy gets home," mom said. Astronomy Two hours later Nancy walked into our room. "Well, stud, did mom explain things to you?" "Boy did she ever. I think she tried to fuck me to death!" "Oh good, well, you get some rest. I don't think I'm knocked up yet so you get to try again tonight." "You two are gonna keep my balls empty all the time, aren't you?" "Until you knock us up, we're gonna drain every bit of baby juice out of you every day. We're not getting any younger and we want babies now!" Well, that's how a science nerd like me got to be a stud. Now, six years later, I have fathered five children, two with mom and three with sis. Both of them are pregnant again. Somehow I managed to get a master's degree in astronomy and I'm working on my doctorate when I'm not working on those pussys. I'm a junior astronomer at the local observatory. Life is good. Astronomy Professor I had a very attractive Astronomy teacher in college—thirty-something, short, thick brown hair, lovely face, trim body with great legs, and firm, medium-size boobs. Of course, the frumpy academic attire she wore covered everything but her pretty face and lower legs, but there was just no hiding that there was something very good under there. I had her for three academic quarters in a row, since I took the whole Astronomy series. It was kind of considered a crip course, so it was easy to get a B or C, but very hard to get an A. I was one of the few A students, so we got acquainted, and I truly was, and still am, interested in astronomy. As a result, she would invite me to special guest lectures and star/planetary viewings from the big telescope on the roof of the physics building. It did cross my mind that she was being a little more than professionally friendly, but I was busy boinking chicks my own age and never pursued it. Two of those girls were in her Astronomy classes, and she must have noticed, even commenting a couple times that I managed to add in some "extracurricular activities," saying this in a most approving way with eyebrows raised. By the time Spring rolled around, when taking the last quarter of Astronomy, I had a steady girlfriend. She and I went hiking with her best girlfriend one weekend. We arrived on the top of the mountain after dark and noticed there were some other hikers already there, but they were not close—on the other side of the crest--so I couldn't see who they were. We pitched camp and ate and got a big kick out of the sounds coming from the others. It was the distinct sound of a woman getting the shit fucked out of her and moaning to the top of her lungs. She was still letting out orgasmic screams when we got into our sleeping bags, and the beagle with us started to howl with the woman's moans! We thought we'd never get to sleep. We awoke early the next morning, and, as usual, my first order of business was to fetch fresh water. It was over past where moaning had been coming from, but its being now silent, I figured they were sound asleep and trekked over there with the canteens. On the way there, I gave their area wide birth, but, weighed down with all the water on the way back, I took the direct path and cut close to them. I heard voices and figured I'd say "hi," so as I came out of the trees, not 50 feet away on her knees, was my Astronomy teacher buck naked and her gentleman friend, also nude, but standing, sporting a full and wet erection. She had been giving him blow job! And, of course, I'd never seen her in anything but those, thick, wool suits she wore on campus, even though even they could not conceal that she had a really nice body somewhere beneath the layers. Now, without a stitch of clothes on, she looked even better than I'd imagined—firm, jutting, erect-nippled C-cup boobs; a perfect, smooth, muscular, heart-shaped butt; slender waist and legs; and those full, wet facial lips. This woman looked absolutely fantastic!!! Before I could even say excuse me, showing not a hint of embarrassment, she recognized me and called out my name. Just like nothing was out of the ordinary, she stood up and introduced me to her friend, who by then was frantically wriggling into a sleeping bag to cover his prodigious boner. Funny thing was, she didn't know that I already knew him--my English professor from the previous year--and that I knew he was newly married to my English teacher, my current English Composition professor, no less. He stammered a bit, and I just said I needed to get going, saying I'd let her get back to "breakfast," glancing his way as I said so. Although he was obviously embarrassed, she was not in the least bit shy, never covering her incredible boobs or bushy crotch, and, if anything, proudly keeping herself on display. I surely did visually gobble down that pre-breakfast appetizer, glancing back over and over as I trudged with the water back to my camp. She just continued to stand there in all her naked glory watching me. A few yards after I disappeared from her line of sight below the ridge line, I stopped and thought, I just have to get one more good look at that awesome, tight-bodied woman. So, I dropped the canteens and crept back up, sticking just the top of my head above the ridge line. By then, she was no longer standing, having knelt down and bent forward at the foot of her companion's sleeping bag, her gorgeous ass hiked high. Though her body blocked the view of him, there was only one thing she could be doing in that position—resuming her blow job. Better yet, her butt was pointed straight at me, and though she was a good ways off, the early-morning sun was shining right on it, and I could see the glint, glint, glint of her wet pussy with each bob, bob, bob of her head. Shortly, she spread her knees a bit wider so that I could even see her perfect pair of ta-tas hanging down, gently swaying, framing his balls and the periodic glimpse of his wet shaft as she methodically sucked all the way up, all the way down. Wow, I could have watched that action much longer, as well as what would happen next, and was contemplating crawling towards them on my stomach combat-style for a closer view. I really don't think she would have minded if she knew I was watching. In fact, I believe she probably would have enjoyed it! Her companion, however, judging from his earlier reaction and the fact that I knew him and his new wife, would have surely freaked out and put a screeching halt to the "show." About that time, I heard my girlfriend coming uphill from behind looking for me, so I quickly got up, grabbed the water and joined her before she could see what was going on. We ate breakfast, laced up our boots, packed, broke camp, and were standing at the trail head swigging water preparing to hike down when the two profs, now all dressed with backpacks strapped on, walked up. Well now, they were going to be descending the mountain by way of the same trail. He was having trouble looking me in the eye. She was not. And, damn, did she look good in those hiking shorts and tight tee shirt nearly pierced by pointy nipples! The fact that she was hiking bra-less confirmed just how firm those boobs were. We exchanged pleasantries, and there was a moment of awkwardness as to who would go first, us or them. It was at that perfectly wrong moment that my girlfriend's friend, in an attempt to be bitchy--which was very easy for her—point-blank asked my Astronomy prof just what all the noise was last night. Without even blinking, she said, "Oh, that was just me. Sorry to disturb you; I moan so loudly when I'm making love." The beagle, a female, looked right at her and let out a rare bark, as if to say, "I know exactly what you mean." Once again, my Astronomy prof displayed not one iota of embarrassment, but rather a sense of confident pride when she said this. Though I am a very fast hiker, my girlfriend's short-legged friend is not, so I suggested the profs go down first. We gave them a 15-minute head start, then hit the trail ourselves. In a short while, I was already way ahead of the girls and had caught up to the profs, she behind him on the narrow trail. Speaking of "behind," hers was just exquisite, as the heat and humidity had her perspiring—as we all were—so that the moist, thin poplin shorts were plastered to her ass, making it was quite visible, muscles rippling with each step. I looked hard for, and found no indication of, any panties. Perhaps she just wanted to be prepared for any "extra-curricular activities" on the way down the mountain. As wonderful as this was, I had gotten far ahead of my girls, and needing a water break anyway, decided to stop, re-hydrate, and wait for them to catch up. Well, the profs stopped, too, to take a drink. He had, as usual, nothing to say, and she was quite chatty. Now facing me, she had sweat through the yellow tee so that I could easily see those magnificent, nippley, jutting peaches. As if the perspiration had not made them visible enough, she took another big swig of water and let the canteen overflow onto her face, neck, and—gravity will be gravity—chest. Standing only a few feet away, and her top soaked to reveal every contour of her boobs and rock-hard nipples straining at the thin cotton, this was a veritable wet tee-shirt contest. Though there were no competitors, I'm sure she would have won no matter who they were. Actually, I considered myself the real winner, for when she sat down on a low rock, I gazed further down, where the water had also flowed onto her shorts, to see a black bush matted down so that I could even make out the folds of flesh in her prominent, bulging mons, and the creases that defined her outer pussy lips. Wow! Well the girls finally caught up, and as we made our way down the mountain, I would again and again outdistance my crew, catch up with the profs, and ogle my Astronomy professor's ass, as well as her front side when we took a water break. Somehow, I don't think it was a coincidence that we always seemed to get thirsty at the same time. She enjoyed showing off the goods and was trying to turn me on. She was succeeding. My girlfriend was the first girl I'd gone steady with since my freshman-year sweetheart, and I was enjoying the relationship, which had just begun about a month earlier, and would last two years. Alas, I was in love and faithful to her. Chalk up yet another one on the women-I-should-have-done board!