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Silky Adventures #01

By: OneSilky



Drawing Close

My name is Silky. I'm 18, and I have a story to tell.

When I was a child, my saintly grandmother would coerce me into naps by "drawing" pictures on my back with her gnarled and arthritic fingers. I would stretch out on the porch swing with my head in her lap, and her fingertips would delicately trace out airplanes and dragons, warriors and maidens, and I would try to guess what was being drawn. I would always get lost in the sheer delight of the feel of her fingers, however, and drift off to sleep with a smile.

Now that I am an adult, I don't take naps anymore; It had been three or four years since my last session with grandma, and I never expected to feel that thrill again, when all these weird things happened to me.

It started with Mom telling me that Grandma had died, and that since I was 18 years old, I was big enough to act like a grown-up at the funeral. So dull! I sat around in stiff, starchy clothes, wearing a bra and pantyhose for two days while others adults came by and told me how sorry they were that she had died. I was sorry too, but this was a poor way to show it. Sit and don't make a lot of noise, and don't play video games and don't watch TV, and be bored, bored, bored! Mr. Mosher came, and he always smells like whiskey, and he hugged me too tight and almost for hours. And Ms. Right always cries about everything, and she smells like she peed on herself or something.

Anyway, I was really sick of the whole funeral thing, ya know? So when they all left to go to the cemetery and mom asked if I would rather stay home alone, I jumped at the chance! They wouldn't even be back until after dark, so I had to fix my own supper. I'm no baby; I can take care of myself. So anyway, I said sure, and I was out of those yucky clothes and into shorts and a tee-shirt before they hit the corner. Fancy hair back into a flame-red pony tail (no longer burning hot on my neck) before they were a block. Watched MTV (Lady GaGa) for awhile, real loud, and played on my Xbox at the same time. Replaced the pearl earrings with two green ones the color of my eyes -peace & harmony - My dad hates it when I wear them both in one ear. That's when the weird shit started.

The doorbell rang, and it was Uncle George. He's not really an uncle; he just lives nearby, and comes over to watch football with my dad sometimes. He had a couple of Klondike ice cream bars with him. 

"Is anybody here?" he asked. 

"Me." I said (Duh!)

"Well, I see that. I meant anybody else. I haven't been over since I heard about your grandma. Then I saw the cars leaving, and thought I might be too late. Listen, you want one of these chocolate bars?"

"Sure" I said. "Come on in, but you're too late, everybody else is gone and won't be back for hours. And I don't want to hear about how sorry you are, I've already been told enough times." I took one bite of the ice cream, and then I burst out crying for no reason. I felt like a complete jerk. No baby, huh?

"Hey, it's alright. I know how you feel." He put his arms around me, but I didn't think about anything except how sad I suddenly felt. 

"I really miss her" I sobbed.

"Yeah. I remember watching her do that drawing thing on your back when you were a kid. It always looked like it felt really good. I used to have a grandfather who did the same with me."

"Really? I didn't know anybody else in the world did that." I sniffed back further tears.

"Sure. Well, I don't know if it was exactly the same... Come over here and I'll show you, and you tell me if it's the same."

And that's how I wound up lying on the couch letting George draw on my back, Ice cream melting in the sink. Right off, it was different. Grandma had a soft lap, but George's was lumpy and hard. But I wanted to see what his style felt like, so I just lay there. He started with the easy stuff, just tracing some letters and triangles and stuff. 

I wiggled some, and said, voice muffled by his pants, "Do more."

Then he started walking two fingers up and down my spine. I wiggled again, and realized that my breasts were rubbing in a funny kind of way against the couch. It felt good, too. He ran his fingers all the way from my neck to my belt and back several times. I was loving it, but I felt keyed up at the same time I was getting all relaxed inside. I rubbed my breasts a little more. Real Good! Then he did something Grans never did. He began to drawn up on my neck and the back of my ears. Now, I liked that a lot. But it was real different. A shiver ran down my back, and I twitched; that made my boobs twitch, and that made me twitch again. And then I thought I would die! I realized that I was wet between my legs! I thought maybe I had peed or something, but it didn't feel like that. And the more George touched my ears, the wetter I felt. 

He ran a finger lightly down my right arm. Grans never did that either. He ran his fingernails across the palm of my hand. I couldn't decide if I should make a fist or stretch them out; it felt good and too ticklish at the same time. But he decided for me.

"Spread your fingers out where I can touch you better" he ordered in a whisper. His voice sounded kinda raspy, and real quiet.

I did as I was told, and shivered as he traced the edges of each finger, outside, inside, outside, inside. Out, in, out, in.... so ticklish but so good. But I was getting wetter, and I kept just having to rub my boobs a little more. 

Then he reached down and stroked my leg, right behind my knee, and slowly ran one finger barely touching me up to the edge of my shorts. My Grandma certainly never did that! And I never got all twitchy and wet when she did things either! 

After a few mind-numbing caresses on my legs, he stopped, and pulled me upright.

"So, how is that?" he asked, his eyes searching my face.

"I... I... uh, I really liked it. Do so more." I tried to flop back down, but he held me back.

"So did you get wet between your legs?"

My hand flew over my eyes in embarrassment. "Does it show?" I frantically peeked down at myself, looking for tell-tale stains.

"No, nothing like that. I just know that this kind of touch is very sexual. That's what you're feeling, sex." He sounded very matter-of-fact.

"I thought sex was kissing and taking off your clothes," I said. I sounded like a dumb baby.

"Oh, taking off your clothes is just to make it feel better. Bare skin is better than over clothes. Lots better."

It sure was better on my neck and my bare leg, he was right about that. "So does this mean I'm not a virgin?"

"No, no. Sex is more complicated than that. Did you like the way being wet felt? I noticed you rubbing your boobs on the couch. Bet that felt good too, huh?"

My face was on fire by now. I could only nod in agreement.

"Lay back and I'll show you some more, on your face."

He began to outline my face along the right side of my chin, and slowly drew just the lightest tip of his finger along my jaw to my ear. There he trailed the curves of my outer ear, maddeningly slowly, but ever so ticklish. Then he delineated the edges of my hair and face, sweeping all across my forehead, down the other side, he completed the circle of my facial perimeter, and began to fill in the details. First a gentle touch that sketched my eyebrows; then short strokes that picked out every eyelash, as a vibrant pulsing erogenous zone all to its self. He traced down my nose, wrapping around each nostril, and then began to stalk along my lips, lightly skipping around the line separating skin from mucous membrane, and then faintly massaging those membranes. I could not lay quietly... my lips moved of their own accord to try to stay with the ghosts that passed their way and left only hunger. After several trips around my labial circuit, he pulled back his humming fingers, paused, and stroked, with the back of his hands, my cheeks, moving toward my lips. He lifted his hands, and I, magnetically, rose to follow them. I ran into his downward falling lips, which met with mine, quenching hunger for touch with a new fire altogether. Now I had to confront silken slipperiness that not only touched like a phantom's whisper, but gently sucked me in between his teeth, and gently bit. My entire world existed only at the surface of my lips.

Once again he broke away, and I, foolish child, was like a fish twitching her pouting lips for just one more taste of the bait. "That's, tha's, sooo smooth and soft. I never thought...."

"Your parents did send you away from the public school to keep you ignorant about sex; maybe I'm doing a bad thing here..."

"This is great, I need to know, so get the Hell back over here and do more!" 

"OK. Turn around where I can do your back."

I turned, but I liked the face stuff... why did we have to quit what I liked? But he was the teacher.

As he ran his fingers around in circles on my lower back, he said, "Hold your hands straight up" which I did. Then whoosh! like a rocket firing, my tee-shirt flew over my head and over the couch. 

"Hey, what's the..." was as far as I got, because he was putting his lips to my neck, back, and shoulder. And he's right, bare skin does make it feel better. I had my hands over my breasts, protecting them from nothing, and enjoying the feel of their happy faces in my palms. As George licked along my neck, I felt hands slide between mine and my boobs. George was now cupping both of them in his hands, with mine over his. He pressed his palms down against me as he kissed, and my nipples got so hard I thought they would burst open. Then he sort of turned me around, and I was kissing his lips again, with my naked tits against his shirt. 

He pulled back a looked into my eyes. "Want me to take off my shirt?" he said.

I only nodded, and in almost no time, I was kissing him again, with my boobs rubbing against the hair on his chest. God, that was driving my nipples crazy! He continued to trace his fingers up and down my back, and shivers ran up and down my spine. And every shiver made my nipples twitch, and that set off another shiver... you get the picture.

Then he pulled back again, and stared at my uncovered chest. "Would you like to make me get wet, like I did you?"

Well, how could I say 'No'? Besides, I was loving this. "What do I do?" I asked.

"Well, girls get wet on the inside, as you've noticed." (Boy, had I noticed!) Guys don't get wet like that; they have to be sexually stimulated for a while, and then they get wet all at once." He took my hand in his. "Have you ever felt a man's cock?" he asked.

Ok, I'm trying to be worldly. "Well, I don't think so; what exactly is a cock?" So I'm a child.

In answer, he guided my hand to the front of his jeans, and I realized the lumpy part was where his penis was. (Hey, I do know some things!) But this was more like a banana; lots bigger than the penis I saw on my cousin when he was 6 months old.

"Are they all that big? How can you walk?" I was staring, but then I looked up at his laughing face.

"First I have to see someone sexy, like you. Then it gets big." He smiled again.

Here was a grown man telling me I was sexy. Wow!!

"It's difficult to explain. The best thing is to just show you." and he unzipped. Before I could even think, I was looking at a man's naked cock (now I know the word). It was rose bud pink and smooth, with a swelling on the end like a pure ambergine plum. There was a little hole at the end, and the purple part was so taunt it was shiny. It was incredible, and scary. It was the most fascinating thing I had ever seen. I stared, and stared some more.

"This is the head" and he touched the purple part. Oh, let those be my fingers! "And this is the shaft." He wrapped his hand around it so there was dark pubic hair below his fist, and purple penis head above. "And my balls, or testicles, are still inside." he said as he ran his other hand over them.

"I'm not stupid, you know." I said. Really, I could have figured that out on my own, even tho' they were still in his pants.

"Now the head is the most sensitive part. When you stimulate me for a while, then I will get wet in a hurry. My wetness all comes out of this hole in the end. That means I'm sexed up, just like you are now. You call that 'cumming,' spelled with a 'u'."

"What do you mean, 'stimulated'?" I asked. I certainly was expecting further instruction.

"Well, kissing you certainly helps for starters" and he demonstrated with another, but brief, mind exploding kiss. "Then, I need to be touched. Almost any touch will do. Here, touch me." And he guided my willing fingers to his cock.

"It's hot!" I said involuntarily, but it was so warm to my hand. I hesitantly ran my fingertips over the smooth head, and I heard his breath suck in, so I figured he could feel it. I sort of drew lines up and down the shaft, and it twitched.

"It feels especially good when you squeeze it and rub up and down, like this," and he demonstrated a few strokes. So I wrapped my fingers around as he had showed me, and squeezed. It was like a soft rock, hard and yielding at the same time. I slid my grip upward over the head, and felt the edge brush under my fingers. He really squirmed when I did that.

"Did I hurt you?" I asked, letting go.

"No, you feel great," he gasped as he frantically pulled my hand back onto his hot cock. "Let me guide you some." He wrapped his big hand over mine, and closed his fingers very tightly over his shaft. Then, with my hand-sandwich, he began to rub up and down over the head. He went faster and faster, 'till my arm was bouncing, and then, suddenly, it happened!

"Aaaaah!" he moaned as white stuff shot out of the end hole. It really shot. The first squirt landed on his shoulder, then the next landed on my left boob. Then one hit my navel, and one landed on his pants leg, and the last two kind of ran down over our intertwined hands. 

"That's neat. Let's do it again!" and I tried to rub him. He held my hand still.

"No, I have to wait a few minutes. Men only get wet in cycles. You liked it?"

"Yes, it was very interesting. Scientifically, you know." I sounded very mature.

"Now you need to taste it," He said, as he brought our hands towards my face.

"Taste it! No way!" I jerked my head back, but he was too fast, and his fingers touched my lips. It had a dry sort of flavor, sort of salty, and unlike anything I'd ever tasted. Don't know that I really liked it, but it wasn't gross.

"Lick it off my shoulder," he directed, and I did. Better as I got used to the taste. 

"My turn," he said as he leaned over and licked the cum off my breast. He trailed his tongue down over my nipple, and another wave of pleasure soared through me. "Now run get me a damp cloth so I can clean the rest up."

I ran to the bathroom, feeling my boobs bouncing free, and quickly washed my hands and belly and wrung out a washcloth. Then I thought, 'I'll show him who's mature.' So I slipped off my shorts and panties. The crotch stuck to me, I was so wet! Then I walked back down the hall, cool as could be.

Well, I wasn't totally cool. I was real embarrassed, but determined. Then I saw that he was naked, too. I about died, but I had made up my mind not to look like a know-nothing child. As soon as he saw me, I could tell, because I saw his cock swell up and stand out straight. His eyes were locked on my groin, as I handed him the cloth.

"God, you have a beautiful pussy," he said. "You know it's called a 'pussy'? Sometimes it's called a 'cunt' as well. And yours is so red, and tight. It's breath-taking." 

I was trying hard to be suave, but I never discussed my pussy before. My hair wasn't the only thing that was red! He quickly wiped himself and dropped the cloth without a thought. Then he gathered me next to him, and kissed me again. I was captured by his lips, but I sure felt that big cock pressing against me as well.

His hands cupped my butt as he breathed into my ear. I tingled and twitched. When I tightened my ass, my pussy would crush against his penis, and that would lead to a twitch, and my boobs were still quivering at the touch of his hairy chest. So I stood there, writhing, and kissed him back. Running my tongue into his mouth was an experience in itself. I couldn't decide whether the attack of chasing into his mouth or the retreat of allowing him in mine felt the best. Both set me on fire. My thigh itched in a maddening and distracting way, but until I had to pull back for a breath, I ignored it. Then I realized I had dripped down my leg from my sodden and aching pussy.

"Now back to the lesson," he said as he lead me to sit on the couch. I sat backwards, so I faced him, while he began to run his hands over my body. His left hand flew to my right breast, and stayed there, gently squeezing while he stroked my nipple occasionally. His right hand traced a line of shuddering pleasure along my spine, slow inch by inch. When he reached my hips, his fingers kept going down over my ass. I knew my grandma had never touched me there, and like he told me, naked is better. I became so lost in the feel of his fingers that the house could have burned and I would neither have noticed or cared. Actually, it's amazing the house didn't burn, as hot as my skin grew under his caressing palpations. Eventually his fingers found their way over to the inside of my right knee, and began a gentle massage of its tender surface. I swear I felt liquid fire burning up my loins. I spread my legs, for comfort and to save myself from spontaneous combustion. So his fingers grazed the skin in slightly higher regions, meandering to and fro, fondling me to a single focus I could hardly articulate. I wanted his hands on my cunt. 

After days or maybe weeks of torturing me with faint caresses, I detected the edges of his nails glancing over my bushy pubic hair. I scrunched against his hand, and he rewarded me by making solid contact. For a few seconds I thought I had attained my goal, as we kissed some more, with his palm enclosing my cunt, with his fingers casually between my legs. My juices poured over his hand. 

Then his middle finger began to slither between the open lips of my pussy. He took the liquid fire that ran there, and used it to worm his way in so slowly I could hardly tell when it began or ended. Much like a tree sprouting leaves in Spring, one day bare and then suddenly exploding in green, I realized his finger was creeping further inside me. I was mesmerized. Then he touched that spot I hit every now and then in bathing, the one that aches like a tooth and seems to be all raw nerves. He knew what he was doing, because I certainly felt no pain now. To the contrary, I jerked about a foot with the bolt of pleasure that shot through me.

"Wow! Are you going to keep showing me more and more places that feel so good?" I murmured.

"Not so many places, just lots of ways to please them," he replied.

"As long as it's lots and lots," I sighed.

With this encouragement, he slid me around a little further, and began to earnestly handle my spot. I found I breathed only in time to his probing digit, as anything else distracted. The more he rubbed, the more I poured pussy juice in wild abandon, and tensed my body in a rhythm to match his hand. I reached a point where I knew I was clinging tightly with my arms about his shoulders, and then on to the place where I could not breathe at all, as he stoked my raging fires higher with each touch. 

Then I, too, twitched and spasmed as he had done when he came. A ripple exploded from the inside of my pussy and roared up my abdomen to my vibrating nipples, and then across my chest and simultaneously up to my face. I sucked in a breath while I couldn't inhale. I locked every muscle solid at the same time I twitched and spasmed everywhere. I threw my head back while folding up like a fetus. I traveled to another world. I floated on an ocean of pussy juice and pleasure, and his hand.


Silky Adventures #01



"And that, my dear, is what it feels like to cum." he smiled. I kissed his lips gently, and let out a great breath.

"Huff! That was something. I feel alive in every pore of my body; I've never felt like this. Did it all come from that spot?"

"That's called a Clitoris, baby, or just a clit, and it's the definite honey place for girls. But you shouldn't touch it yourself. Never." His voice grew stern.

"Why not?" I asked, concerned.

"Some people can get away with touching their clits occasionally, but most people can just go insane from the sensation. A pleasant sensation, true, but one that will fry your brains quicker than drug abuse." He was so wise.

'Why don't they tell me about these things? I could have accidentally put myself in the mental hospital just from taking a bath."

"Yes, but that's why you need a steady man to relieve the pressure inside, so you won't turn into a nymphomaniac, you know, a sex-fiend." I didn't really, but it sounded awful, and I gladly would have him relieve all the pressure I had, any day.



Silky Adventures #02



Well not long after I got to be 'friends' with George, my dad left my mom, so we were fighting a lot, and I wanted to be away from home all the time. George called and asked if I wanted to come over, so sure!

He said Jessica would pick me up but I didn't know who that was. Well around 7pm I was fixed up, wearing some red heels that I had trouble walking in, a tight short skirt, and a tube top. I used a little green eye shadow to match my eyes, and some pale lust lipstick, and took a look at myself in the mirror. Girl, I was hot!

My sweet breasts try to fall out of my C cups, and I have a tiny waist, and my ass is a nice upside down heart; my skirt showed every move. I finished with some fake emerald ear studs, that just showed through the red curls, and I figured I was good enough to eat. Be careful what you wish for!

So then I heard a car honking, and I ran –sorta- out. There was this really beat up old piece of crap green car sitting there with Mardi Gras beads dripping from the rear view mirror, and a real skank driving. I couldn't see much, but she had on about 2 pounds of really black eye shadow, but she didn't look Goth so much as whore. But I wanted to get away, so I got in.

"I been sittin' here 15 minutes bitch, can't ya'll hear?" Not a polite skank, either. 

"I'm here now. Let's go. What does George want, anyway?" I tried to not be too nasty back, because my Granny used to say "use honey to catch bats," or something like that, it means be nice.

"What does George always want? He wants to fuck some hole, so I guess tonight it's you! I'm not good enough since he saw your fire crotch!"

Whoa, what? Fire crotch, oh that means red pussy, I got that, and I got one. But I was a virgin, he knew that. Was he planning on just turning me out like this ho'? "I'm sorry, I never said I was willing to fuck him." Of course, I guess I was, I sure liked the things he did touching me!

"I didn't say you offered, hussy! But he can't stop thinking of your red bush, and I guess ya'll blew him or something, 'cause he sure wants more!"

"I did not blue him! Uh....What does that mean, anyway?" I was confused.

"So you're a dumb cunt as well, I see. When you 'blow' a guy you suck him off." She snapped back.

"Off what?" I asked, bewildered.

"Oh, Gesú Bambino! You use your mouth to make him cum. Do you know what that means?"

"Oooohhh!" Now I understood. I never thought of doing it with my mouth! And if kissing on the lips was so good... OMG! He could kiss my pussy. I might die from that! I started soaking my panties just thinking about it.

"Ya'll a dumb little twat, you know that? Do you know what cumming is? Have you ever done anything?" Her drawl was just slightly irritating.

"Well, I made George cum, and he made me cum, and he sent ya'll to bring me to him, so I guess I know a few things!" And Na-na-nayh too.

Just then we arrived at George's non-descript house, looking like all the others around, my parent's included. Jessica probably thought it was a Palace or something.

As soon as we got in the door, George hugged me and kissed me really deep, and let his hands run down and squeeze my ass. This part I liked a lot.

"Here's the dumb bitch. Are ya 'll going to fuck her in the foyer, or what?" She said Foy –yer like it was two words. I got anxious, cause I didn't know where my foyer was. Is that another name for pussy?

"Jess! I told you to be nice to our guest. And watch your language; we're not in the bedroom, after all. We are all going to be friends, and you are going to mentor Miss Silky, or I'll hurt you in ways you won't like. Am I clear?" George suddenly sounded like a totally different person.

"Yes, sir" was all Jessica said.

I was mostly worrying about that mentoring stuff. Did that hurt?

"Silky, I asked you here tonight to give you some more lessons in sex. Are you ready for that?"

"Boy, am I!" that part I was sure of!

"Ok, so tonight you'll learn about blow jobs and cunnilingus. I think you'll find them quite satisfying." George sort of chuckled when he said that. I didn't know what the cunny stuff was, but I knew all about blow jobs.

"So you want me to suck you off?" I smiled impishly.

"Well look who's been doing her homework! That's exactly what I want, but first, to the bedroom." 

All three of us went there, tho' I didn't see why she had to come along... yet.

"Jessica, remove your clothes." And with that command, she whipped her tee shirt over her head, unzipped her skirt, and then she was naked. I guess under ware is a luxury down in Mississippi.

"Now our guest" And she walked over to me and started yanking my tube top off, none too gently. I did notice that she had a little silver ring thru her right nipple, and thought it made her look way more experienced than me. I also didn't appreciate the way she scratched me when she jerked my drawers to my ankles. 

"Well, 'Miss Silky', can ya'll step out of your britches unassisted?" She asked nastily. I didn't reply, just kicked them to the side and stood nude except for my favorite red heels.

"Now Silky, I'm going to go faster than I did with your first lesson. I'm afraid I'm a little too excited to last so long." With that he pulled off his shirt, dropped his jeans, and pulled his briefs off over his loafers. I guess he knew about under ware, so there! And he was certainly happy to see me. I swear I didn't remember his cock being so big! He slipped out of his loafers, and then we had one of those long slow kisses, body to body, all skin, no clothes, and I could feel that big hard dick pressing against my belly like it was a lightning bolt. It was sure hot enough! 

We kissed for a while, plenty long enough for my pussy juice to run down my leg, and my heart just beat faster and faster. Finally he pulled back, and said "Climb up in the bed."

I did, but the ho' Jessica was there, too!

"Now first I want you to watch, Silky," George stated while he pushed the 'ho back on her back. She looked pure poison, smiling at me over his head. That bitch! She spread her legs wide (I'm sure she's had plenty of practice doing that) and George leaned down and kissed the hair right above her pussy. Not that she had much; it was all shaved but a little scraggly dollop. 

Then I watched his stick out his tongue and while he held it rigid, he trailed it down between her lips. Those lips, I mean. I have to admit I was fascinated to see part of it disappear into her snatch, deeper and deeper. She wasn't glaring at me anymore; she was staring at the ceiling and seemed to be lost. I understood that, if it felt 1/10th as good as it looked. Soon he was buried into her pussy, and all I could really see was his head moving from side to side and hear the slurping, and her soft moans. It sure was getting me itchy between my legs!

Abruptly he pulled up. And she jerked her thighs together. She was obviously not expecting that. His face was all wet and shining with her pussy juice. I could also smell the musky odor I had learned came when I got really wet down there. He was leaving her hanging, for sure.

"Kiss me, Silky," he said, and I had my first taste of another woman's cunt. I actually prefer it to the taste of semen, but her's was not the same as mine, I couldn't describe why, it was just different. And it had a strawberry flavor!

As we kissed, George pushed me down on the bed next to her, and his hand went between my legs, and urged them apart. I spread like the 'ho, cause, hey, I was there to learn! Then George skipped straight to my snatch, not even a single suck at a nipple. But I was pretty much looking for that move. 

First he put his face in my abundant red pubic hair. He sighed in and out, and the hot breath drove me nearly crazy! Then he licked, but not straight down. Rather, he licked around my vulva, and onto my thigh. Then he kissed and licked up to where they joined, but slid over to the other side. Damn, it's right in front of you! A blind man could get there!

After teasing me to distraction, he stuck his tongue just a hair into my slot – just a hair, damnit. He began the slow up and down I had seen with Jess, and I reveled in it. Then he pushed up on my legs, opening me up even more, and his tongue slithered all the way to my anus. Even with the amazing pleasure I felt, I'm sure I blushed. He was licking my butthole! I mean, I wasn't even sure I was clean! But it felt so good I soon forgot about my worries. His amazing lick-er skated back to my vagina, and he tried to bury it in me, pistoning it in and out like a flexible dick. Very Nice!

Then he moved just enough to catch my newly discovered (by me) clit in his teeth, but not to bite. Just to let his lips enwrap it and then he started sucking! I am here to tell you that having your clit sucked is way more intense than just rubbing it. Wow, I loved it!

But as I swung my head from side to side, panting, I saw Jessica. Her tears were making black tears of her eyeliner. She was heartbroken. Remember the 'catching bats' shit? Well, I did it again. I actually grabbed George's head and stopped him. (Was I CRAZY?) He looked up, puzzled, and I motioned toward her with my head. "You can't just leave her hanging there, not watching you doing me."

"Fine. Jessie, bitch, leave the room."

"George, as much as I don't really want to say this, I think she deserves to get finished instead of leaving." Jess's eyes were like baby seals with all the melted goo around them from her tears, staring at me like a piece of chocolate after a bad day. 

"I agree, Silky. You finish her –that's an order!"

Me? What had I gotten into? I didn't know the girl's last name, didn't like her, and I was supposed to lick her pussy? Who said he could give me orders?

Apparently he could. He grabbed my ankles and lickty-split (sorry for the pun) I was rotated face down, and staring at Jessie's cunt. It was kinda neat in a way. I've looked at mine, sure, in a mirror, but I can't get that close. I could smell her strongly now, she was dripping wet.

Well, in for a penny in for a quarter. I nosed a little closer, and tentatively stuck out my tongue. I pushed a little against her lips, and I slid in between them. Wow! Taste was like her smell, only sharper, nicer. And hot, hot in there. But Starwberry? She sucked in a big breath when I did that, so I wiggled it around a little. That drew a gasp of pleasure, so I shoved it all the way in. Now my nose was bumping her clit (since I now knew what to call that) so I licked it a little. She humped against my face, and wrapped her hands in my hair. I think she liked it. So I did it some more, and she went wild. I guess it had all built up, because in no time at all (lickty-split?) she was heaving against my face, and moaning, and I could feel her pussy quivering. Enough like when I cum to guess that was it for her. 

I looked up at her, and she pulled me up and started kissing me, and she was all sobbing and hugging me. I even almost forgot I was naked.

"I'm sorry I've been so nasty, Silky." She cried. "I just thought George was gonna dump me on the street, and I like him so much. But I guess I like you, too. "

This time I kissed her, and was very aware of being naked. Her skin was soft, like mine, not hairy like George. I like the feel of man skin, don't get me wrong. But this was nice, and she needed my support. But she did kinda have snot all running out of her nose, and I ditched the kissing and opted for hugs.

"Look, I don't want to hurt you at all," I said.

"Yeah, you certainly didn't hurt!" She actually smiled a little, but she still was a mess.

"Come on, let's clean you up and then we'll figure it all out." 

So now I still was a virgin, but I knew how to blow a woman –or is that a blow job? Maybe a lick job? Anyway, I've been busy. More later.



Silky Adventures #03



Adventures of Silky #3 – Who Blue?

Adventures of Silky #1 & #2 should be read first

Well, I sure am learning fast. In less than a week I've gone from innocent to lust crazed hottie... at least, I've seen a cock, made it cum, had my first orgasm (nice!) and both had my pussy licked and licked Jessica's. 

But all I know about blow jobs is that they involve mouths and cocks. I, like, understand the idea, but don't know the mechanics. But George, my trainer, is going to fix that.

"You did good eating Jessie, Silky." Praise for my licking skills! "I have to tell you the truth, you passed a big test."

"A test?"

"Yes, I set you up. I bought that crap car, made Jessica wear the skank make-up and clothes, and instructed her to be a constant total bitch to you. Did she do that?" George asked.

"I'll say! She was, like, a total harridan. But I like her more now, because you can't lick the pussy of your enemy."

"What I wanted was to see if you would be kind or nasty. You did well. In the middle of the first pussy licking you ever had, you still thought about her. That's important to me." George smiled, and said "You're going to fit in well here. Now, are you ready for a blow job?"

"I'm here to learn, sir." And I saluted like a Marine... somewhat ineffective, in that I was naked, my red hair a mess, my eye shadow smeared, and my untrimmed red fire crotch was wet and dripping. 

"Well, we're going to do a classic blow job. Kneel down on this pillow," he commanded.

I obeyed. 

He stepped up so that his swollen cock was right in my face. "Now, do this like you did with your hand, move your head, lick it, whatever seems good. I'll guide you."

"Yes, sir," I replied, an eager student.

So I gently kissed the taunt purple head. Then I tentatively licked the underside of it, and I felt him tremble. Good so far. I leaned a little more, opened my mouth, and let the glans slide over my lips. Cocks are smoother than tongues, and bigger. Now I had it in my mouth, and I sort of tongued it while I slid it in and out of my mouth. George seemed to be happy, he was breathing hard.

Then I pulled back, and took his meat in my little hand. I bent my head, and began to glide my tongue up and down his shaft, but not to the head. He groaned. I started kissing and nibbling along the shaft, and finally slid back up and took it in my mouth again. 

"You're great, Silky, you're a natural," he sighed.

I experimented with seeing how much I could get in my mouth, and found that if I was careful I didn't gag and could really get his rigid shaft down my throat. I skated back from that, and focused on just licking right under the head. Since I had a free hand, I cupped my left breast and began to squeeze my nipple. I was getting really turned on with the power I held with one orifice. I would have touched my own pussy, but George had sternly warned me of the dangers of masturbation. I had to depend on others to make me cum.

George really liked my oral ministrations more than the deep throat, and as I skimmed his delicious abergine plum, he made a hasty trusting and rewarded my worship with a glorious ejaculation of hot joy juice in my face. I was able to get most of it in my mouth, and ow, don't get it in your eye, it burns. I blinked away the salt, stared into his eyes, and smiled wickedly as I slurped up the last gobs, and rimed my mouth with cum. 

"Fantastic. I didn't have to show you anything!" I beamed with pleasure at his praise.

"Thanks. You've been, like, so kind to teach me all this stuff. I would be like lost without you," I replied.

"I think you're ready for the big time, Silk. Are you ready to fuck?" He was very serious.

I, like, swallowed his cum load to hide my anxiety, and nodded my head. "I'm ready" I said.

"First you have to get me ready again. I really emptied the old sac with that great blow job. Why don't you two girls kiss each other, while I watch?"

I had already picked up that a lot of George's lust was like, in his head, and he really wanted to see images that aroused him. Apparently two teen girls naked together did the job.

Jessica patted the bed beside her, and I jumped to her side. "Forgive me for being such a bitch before?" she asked.

"Of course, you were following orders." I kissed her as I said this, and she responded enthusiastically. Since she had cleaned up, we were able to concentrate on the non-verbal oral communication, so to speak. Non-verbal if you excuse the moans and gasps. 

Jess's hand touched me between my legs, and I quickly mirrored her action. The moist warmth of her cunt lips was pleasing to my fingers, and I slid one in like an oiled cat. She responded, and soon our fingers were thrusting more than our tongues, as we fought to breathe.

A loud slap broke our reverie, and Jess jerked her hand away, and pulled away from my probing digits. George had popped her ass hard; I could see the red imprint of his fingers. "I just wanted ya'll to play a little. No cumming for either of you yet."

I petulantly sighed.

Following directions, I was rapidly rolled over on my stomach, spread across the bed sideways, with Jess at my hands and George at my rear. His bed is made to be exactly the height of his pubic bone, so my legs sorta dangled. Jessie moved my arms down to my sides, and then clicked a hand cuff around my left wrist, stretched the chain across my back, and captured my other hand. 

"Hey, I'm doing this on my own, you don't have to cuff me!" I protested.

"Sorry, Silk, these are the rules," Jessica whispered in my ear.

George put his hands on my hips; I could feel the tip of his re-invigorated penis at my puffy little labia. "Now, Silky, it's important to me that you do this willingly. If you want to give me your cherry, I'd love it, but you can walk away. What do you want?"

"Fuck me!" I gasped.

He didn't wait for reconsideration. His cock started sliding into my very wet and ready hole, and I felt myself strain to accommodate him. But it felt so good. So good, God, so good. Further and further he pushed into my virgin cunt, and my space wrapped around his hardness in bliss. I had expected all this pain shit, but there was none. I guess I was so horny by then, and so wet, that he could have driven a truck into the tunnel without any speed bumps. His balls whacked my pussy, and I knew he was all the way in. 

Then the horror of feeling him pull back, only to feel the joy of him shoving into me again. This was way better than fingers! My quim skated along his shaft as his head plowed in and then sucked out. My insides seemed to wax and wane with his movement, and the whole world was there between my legs. 

Jessica started kissing my neck, and as glorious as that was, it was almost a distraction. All I could feel was cock in pussy, dick in cunt, penis in vagina. In, out, in out, balls smacking a tempo that rose and rose. I don't know how long he fucked me, I'm sure it wasn't hours, but he hit a spot inside me like no one had ever done before. 

I was overwhelmed with a massive orgasm, and felt like I had flown away. I guess George shot a load in me, I sort of felt something, but I was sooo gone I didn't care. Why doesn't everyone do this all the time?

After a while, I realized Jess was sucking a hickey on my neck. I took a deep breath, and sighed. "That was amazing! Is it always that good?" I asked.

"Well, I'll do my best," said George. "Jess, clean her up now, and then come to the great room." I thought, like, THIS is a great room.

I meekly followed Jess into the bathroom, minus the un-needed cuffs, and learned to my surprise that George had an immense shower, with a bed in it. Not with sheets, but like a table, kinda. She led me to this, and told me to lie back on it, which I did. There were like a thousand shower heads in there, and water shot from every direction. It was so cool!

First off, she pulled a box from a shelf below the bed, and took out a disposable douche. 

"George insists that we always use these," she said. "It's strawberry flavored." 

So that's where the taste originated!!

Jessica climbed up beside me. We snuggled like babies in a fountain of youth, painted with warm water, totally relaxed. Somehow we wound up kissing a little, and then a lot more. Almost immediately she climbed on top of me, and we began to 69. 

I have to say that in the future, I will get on top. The one underneath gets almost drowned, and if the top humps too hard you can't get any air. Plus, I'm not crazy about having my nose in her asshole. I have no other experience to compare, but her ass had a piquant odor that was different from her juices. I've never smelled my own anus, so I don't know, but I think turn about works better. It's hard to focus on what's she's doing to me and what I'm doing to her at the same time. She solved my little problem by rotating till we were face to face, and lavishing my own juices all over my lips. 

She pushed my legs apart, and began to rub her pussy against my flaming bush. I could like being on the bottom here, because I could, like, breathe. Slowly she polished my pouty lips with hers, top and bottom. Slowly her clit began to bump against mine. And not so slowly, I began to hump back against her. The pleasure was intense. Her nipples swayed into mine, and each collision was better than the last. Her hot cunt juice mixed with mine, as we mashed and ground against one another at a rapidly accelerating pace.

Just when I was on the edge of cumming, my slit was flooded with a cascade of hot fluid. All between my labia, over my clit, dribbling down the crack of my ass, poured this freshet of oh-so-hot water. I screamed and spasmed, holding Jess tight against my crotch with my feet as I churned in orgasm. 

As I began to inhale once more, and knew where I was, I stared into an impish smile two inches above me.

"Good, huh?" She asked.

"OMG. What did you do to me?" I blurted.

"I peed on you. Figured it would get you over the edge." Smirkey slut!

"You peed on me? I came because you urinated on my pussy?" I was shocked beyond belief.

"Yeah, I've been thinking about it, and figured I'd try it when I got the chance. It worked!" She was so full of herself.

Well, I had a lot to think about. I had gone from innocent angel to a woman who gives blow jobs, licks pussy, gets fucked, and now came in a lesbian love-fest with a golden shower! Time this girl slept for about a week and tried to keep her panties on for a least a day or two.

More later, ya'll.



Silky Adventures #04



Adventures of Silky #4 The green reaper

I wrote this during my freshman year at college. Jess & I both lived at home, and just went to classes. It was like high school, only harder.

So much has happened; I moved in with George & Jessica. We're what they call an "unconventional family." He's the dad, we're the daughters, there is no mom. But how many dads sleep in a big bed with their daughters curled up naked beside them, after fucking both of them long and hard every night? Not to mention what we do to each other, and occasionally to George's 'friends.'

Anyway, we're a happy family. Everybody fucks everybody, so no body's grumpy or moody, and we all have jobs. Ours is to be students, and wash the dishes, and carry out the garbage, blah blah blah,

George can be strange, however. For example, he decides what we wear, or don't wear, as in panties, bras, etc. But we're good students. He insists. That's why every night we do our homework bent over the dining room table without our drawers on, and he patrols with his riding crop. Let your attention wander just for a second and "Bam!" That cane really hurts!

I tried to argue with him one night about why I was just gazing at the wall while I thought, but he says you think better staring at the text, and I got three lashes for arguing.

We're both friendly, but other girls socialize more. Of course, while they think we're sitting at home having no fun, we're having sexual adventures they never even thought of. George controls it all –we fuck or suck whoever he says, but never anyone else, except each other sometimes, especially after I've rubbed her ass with lotion when she's been whipped, or she has helped me with the difficult job of trimming, but never shaving, my fiery red pubic jungle. Then, sometimes, hands wander, lips touch, and things happen that weren't planned. We also are responsible for douching each other, because George insists on strawberry flavor, and he likes for us to help each other.

One Tuesday, George decided on a new treat. For supper, we were going to have pussy marinated zucchini. He produced two fresh, hard, turgid zucchini (zucchinis?) and instructed each of us to insert one in our vaginas. We were to carry them all day, to make them extra tasty for supper. 

"No panties today, that would be too easy," he said.

"But, but, but..."

"That's right. If it doesn't work we'll try butt flavored cucumbers. Am I clear?"

So we rode off to school with zucchini stuck in our twats. I promise, one can think of little else in that situation. Ride to school, and every bump humps you. Walking between classes requires lots of concentration. And one tends to not pay attention to the surround.

"Silky!" Ms. Hutton grabbed my arm and pulled me into her office. "You don't seem yourself today. Are you alright?" 

She was the over-zealous psychology instructor who thought she was a psychiatrist.

"Oh, no, I'm fine." I replied.

"Well, I know with your Grandma dying, and your parent's divorce, you're under lots of stress. And college is hard for everyone as an initial adjustment. So if you need to talk, I'm here. Are there any 'boyfriend' problems you need help with?"

Yeah, she always wants to know who's doing who. Wonder what she'd say if I told her I just fuck my sister and uncle and an occasional friend of his, and that I'm distracted because I have a zucchini in my cunt? Which was, by the way, pushing very uncomfortably while I sat in her deep chair.

"No mam, I'm just tired, studying and all." I said instead of that.

She at long last let me leave, and I meandered toward the Biology building.

"Silky, Silky, come quick!" I woke up to this call from Jess.

"Whazup?" I asked.

"I lost it! I mean, I was told to go to the board in American History, and suddenly it slipped out! And it slid down the aisle, and that Johnson guy saw it! Not leaving me, Grazie Gesú Bambino! But he saw it moving and said 'What's that?' and everyone started looking, and saying, like, 'it's a turd,' or 'it's a snake,' and like that. And then Dr. McCann bent over and picked it up. And it squirted out of her hand, and landed in that Delta Pi bitch's lap. And then she said 'IT'S A ZUCCHINI!' at the top of her lungs!" 

Jess was talking so fast I would never have understood if I didn't have one wrapped in my own taco.

"So what happened?" I begged, frantically.

"All H E Double L broke loose." 

H E Double L from a girl who often says "Fuck me up the ass with your big cock, please, I wanta cum."

"Do they know how it got there? What do they think? OMG Will they check us to see if we're packing?"

"The theory is that one of the frat boys threw it on the floor. They think it's greased with KY." She started to giggle at that, and presently we were laughing so hard we were about to pee, a problem worse for me than for her. 

I was never so happy to ride home in a seat that jabbed my vagina with every bounce. 

When we got home, I held her hand while she told George. She was so afraid of what he would do. But he just smiled, and said, "Silky is the one in trouble."

"What?" We exclaimed at the same instant.

"Sure, what's she going to eat? You lost her supper." After about three dead heartbeats he began to laugh, and said, "Will ya'll settle for pizza?"



Silky Adventures #05



Adventures of Silky #5 -The Big Game

Jessica & I were both cheerleaders back in high school, so we of course signed up for the college team as well. Since we just go to the local campus, it was easy to get on the squad. Our guys had done well, but were up against our greatest adversaries, The Bulldogs, for the division title. George, our 'Uncle,' was a big football fan, so we loved it as well. 

George, or 'father' or 'uncle' or 'lover' or whatever, likes and supports the Bears, and he wants us to win, too. He was perplexed to hear of the problems our coach expressed at a quarterback club meeting. 

He had said "I'm afraid that wide receiver they've got, Bobby Glass, is too good. He's practically the whole team, and I don't think we can stop him."

The next day he came in our room (It's really only where we store our clothes, since we sleep with George and study bent over the dining room table). 

Anyway, he looked, like, really serious. "I've got a possible solution, but ya'll aren't gonna like it, he told us. 

Well, as loyal cheerleaders, we had to do our part. 

"Go-o-o-o-o-o Bears!!!!" I leapt into the air, doing a standard touch-my-ankles split, but I knocked a book off the table, and nearly hit George in the face with my pubic bifurcation. He didn't mind, he likes enthusiasm. "So what do we have to do? We'll do anything for the team!'

"Silky, you know the expression 'take one for the team?'" he asked

"Take 1, Take 2, I'll Take You! Uh, what does it mean, exactly?

"I've worked a deal with the assistant coach of the 'Dogs. He's a traitor, and he's willing to give me their playbook, but at a price."

"Pay him, pay him, g-o-o-o-o Bears!!" Jessica and I high-fived. We were excited to be in on a secret.

"It's not that simple. You know I've told both of you that you are not for sale. No one can fuck you unless you agree, right?"

"Well, I didn't agree when ya'll tied me up and took turns licking my... oh, wait, I did agree. But I didn't know about the dildo part." I pouted. I didn't think I had given full informed consent. But I did ask for more... Anyway.

"Ya'll will never be whores. Never. But it is convenient to be able to negotiate for services." He said, still very serious. Talk about a buzz kill!

"OK. So what services, exactly?" Jess and I glanced at each other nervously.

"He wants to have the two of you suck his cock, and then cum on your faces and tits."

"Whew! You had me nervous for a sec," said Jess.

"Yeah, that's no biggie." I agreed. We smiled at each other. I love my 'sis.' I rubbed her arm and smiled, while I twisted my foot around. 

"That's not all; he wants to shave your pussies before the blow job."

"No problem," said Jess

"No Way!" I exclaimed at the same time. 

We have one major difference, besides she's blond and I'm red, and she likes giving head more than... that's a different adventure. Anyway, she is bald below. Totally naked beneath her clothes. Shaved, daily, like some damn obsession, like one pubic hair would; sorry, got to focus. 

I DO NOT shave my pussy. Never. It's beautiful (George says so), and it is as red as my hair, and I like my fire crotch, thank you very much. I let Jess trim it around the edges, I mean, but I will never shave. Ever. For anybody!

"Look, girls, this is up to ya'll. I will never force you. If you don't want to, we'll work something else out. But it's only 2 weeks away." He was so damn serious.

"Silky, take one for the team." Jess begged.

"Easy for you to say, bitch!" I hate her so much!

"No, baby, it will grow back. Heck, it'll probably be full grown by the game." Jess was pulling on my hands, and staring in my eyes.

"But, but, but..." was all I got out.

"You sound like a billy goat," that evil blonde said. "If you'll do it, I'll kiss it to make it feel better every night until the game? How 'bout that?"

"Ha! You do that every night anyway! In fact, you like to do that, you like it a lot!! So how is that any favor?" I was on a roll.

"Don't you like it? You don't know how it feels all slick and smooth and slippery. Here's a chance to find out." Her logic was impeccable. "And it will grow back."

"I concede. One question, though. Is he planning to save my hair as a trophy?'

"Yes, why?"

"I get to pick the bag he saves it in, that's why. Non-negotiable!" I'm not sure what a flounce looks like, but I definitely flounced.

My favorite sister-lover in the whole world and I hugged and smiled. We would get those evil 'Dogs!

In three days we were at the traitor's evil house, all freshly cleaned (and douched with strawberry flavor as George insists) in mufti, 'cause we were in evil territory, Bulldog land. 

He let us in, and then gave us some privacy so we could get in our little tight cheerleader get-ups. I love the Green, it goes so well with my hair, and it looks good on all the girls. We have green, like, ecosystem stuff, and we're the Bears, like out in the woods. I bet he peeked while we changed.

So we stood in his dirty little bedroom looking like fresh flowers at a funeral, and did a few half-hearted Bears cheers. Then he made us strip each other while he ogled and drooled, and then he brought in the shaving lather. Jess had gone 2 whole days without shaving, so she was rarin' to go, and I pretty much just watched in awful anticipation as he stroked her clean. Clearly I was to be the main course.

When he handed her the not-so-clean washrag, it was my turn. I lay on his not-so-clean evil little bed, and started to spread my legs.

"Wait!" I said. "Jessica has to help you, so you won't accidentally on purpose hurt me."

He agreed, so that Jess held my soft little innocent (sorta) lips while he lathered me up. That man damn near rubbed me bald with his evil fingers poking in and out everywhere. Then curl by curl, my sweet red baby was rendered pink and shiny. It felt like the North Pole or something down there. I cried a little when I wiped off the lather. Then came the easy part.

We knelt (of course, do evil men ever want a blow job without us kneeling?) and sucked his little pencil. It was, to be totally honest, maybe a thick carpenter's pencil, but it was still evil. It had a really prominent vein on top, and he was circumcised. His dick was as clean as everything else, which isn't saying much. So Jess sucked the head, while I licked his balls, and then I licked right under the bulge while she caressed his shaft with her wet little probe. He was staring to thrust when he called time, so we could sit back and catch his load.

He fisted himself for a second, and we did our duty. I took the first 2 squirts, one in my mouth, one on my tits, and Jess played follow-up/clean-up position. I handed him a little baggie and said it was for his 'trophy.' He smiled like a shit-snake, but we got the book.

George said the coach was too honest to just give him the book, so he read it all. It seems that they had a shift play to offset a left-loaded blitz defense (Do I LOOK like I would understand that, seriously?) but the thing was, when we did something they would throw a long pass to Bobby Glass. 

Flash Forward. We're at the Championship Game, tied 7-7, with one minute to go. (And thank you it did NOT grow back that fast.) George talked to the coach, and got him to do the blitz what-ever. I grabbed Rolando, the captain of the defense, and told him we were going to shoot off some fireworks on the final play, and to MAKE SURE his guys FOCUSED on the BALL.

So there's the snap, the blitz, the long pass, and Bobby is running along the sidelines looking over his shoulder. 

But what happened was there were 5 cheerleaders along that line, one every 3 feet, and we screamed "Hey Glass, check this ass!" 

Over and over, and all five of us mooned him with our little naked butts. Five moons, ten little pussy lips, ten beautiful legs going up to five bare asses. What 19 year old could concentrate?

He slowed, stared, dropped his arms, and Rolando hit him so hard it busted him into next Thursday. Javie intercepted, and ran right past 10 other guys who were staring at five naked asses along the field. 

The Bears won, natch, 14-7! Or should I say snatch? Anyway, since our stadium only has bleachers on one side, no parents or professors saw anything, and neither did our coach. He thinks the Bulldogs coach is just a sore loser, and the evil assistant coach -- well, he has a baggie that had acid in it, and now has a sludge that he says used to be my pussy.

I NEVER shave my pussy. All the girls know that.



Silky Adventures #06



Silky Adventures #6 -- Blue Who?

Prior adventures should be read first

As I have mentioned, I live with my uncle/daddy/lover George, and my sister/lover Jessica. We love George and always do what he wants. Anything.

"Silky, I have a special assignment for you," he said one morning. "I owe a guy a nice bonus, and you're it."

George is very clear that we are NOT whores. No one can buy us, and we can always say no. But how do you say no to your sugar daddy? He lets me drive his new Volvo C70 with the folding hardtop. It rides so nice, and the sound system in it can make the rear view mirror rattle. I Love it! It's silver with a light grey interior and looks so cool.

"This guy's birthday is Friday, and he talks about blow jobs all the time. I want to provide one to him; and yes, Jess is better, but he also loves redheads, so this is solo. Can you handle it?" He queried.

"Absolutomomundoissima!" I was sure I could. "Leave the details to me!"

That's why I was walking down the hall of an apartment building looking for #166, wearing my cashmere trench coat and my red 4" stilettos. When I knocked, a guy in his late twenties answered. He didn't look like most of George's friends, who tend to be cool, calm, and well dressed. This guy was wearing 401 jeans, no shoes, and a Nine Inch Nails tee shirts, the kind that say NIN with a backwards N on them. Ok casual, I guess. He had average length light brown hair, brown eyes, pudgy lips, and was a little on the under shaved and overweight side. He had a neutral smell. All in all, no very stand out kinda guy.

"Happy Birthday!" I said when he opened the door. He froze for a second, and checked me out. I know my shoulder length red and curly hair looks great with my big navy trench coat. I debated on the eye shadow -- blue for the coat, green for my eyes? I decided I'd keep the eyes on, so went with green.

"Who are you?" he asked, suspiciously. 

"I'm your present!" I smiled and tossed my head.

"Is this a joke?" He asked, looked up and down the hall.

"Do I look like a joke?" I said, and flashed him. Under the coat I wore a red bow that matches my shoes, so I'm red hair, red bow, red pussy, red shoes, top to bottom, with the blue coat behind it all. Who could resist?

Apparently not him, since he stepped back and let me in, bug-eyed. You'd think he never saw a hot chick naked before!

"I need for you to know that my instructions are specific. You can touch me or yourself as much as you want, but I am supposed to suck you, not fuck you. You can cum in my mouth if you want, or on my tits, but no fucking. OK?"

He still stood there like he was lost, so I lost the coat, and then put his hands on my bow. 

"Aren't you going to unwrap me? I'm awfully hot in this ribbon?" I am so original I amaze myself.

He must have gotten a hint, certainly he got wood, and he pulled my bow, which fell off, leaving me oh-so-naked. 

The boy still seemed dazed. He just stared; finally I said "Try this, honey," and pressed his hand to my breast. 

"OWWW! Those are me, not plastic, cowboy! Can you please be a little more gentle?"

He sorta caught on, because he began to grope me. Yeah, grope. As in, like, no idea what he's doing. He actually grasped both boobs and squeezed like they were tennis balls (well, cantaloupes, but you understand). 

I mentally shrugged and said, "Here, touch this. But don't poke it, ok, just feel how nice and soft I am down there. Notice the slit in the middle? It's wet in there, isn't it? Try to gently slide one finger in there. Ohhhh, purr. My little pussy likes that." There was some hope of him learning about my body. But, I had to remind myself, this was strictly a blow job. Period. Nothing else.

As he digitally explored my lower lips, I became increasingly excited. Damn, working on a virgin! ('Cause that's what I thought he was.) He had a pleasant bulge in his pants, but I think he had forgotten about everything except that one tight little tube his finger was sliding in. I leaned over and undid his belt, and started un-buttoning his jeans.

"Won't you fell better with a few less clothes?" I cooed. He never said anything, but pulled off his shirt with his left hand, never taking his right from my soft little fire crotch. I think he liked me!

So eventually we were both naked. I stopped his hand, stepped back, and grabbed a pillow from his couch. I dropped to my knees. (Seems like I'm always doing that, and Jess likes to suck cocks... anyway)

"Do you want to cum in my mouth or on my tits?" I asked as I slowly stroked his shaft. He couldn't seem to form words. "I'll just start, and you stop me if you want to shoot, ok?"

He wasn't bad, size-wise. I bet he could learn to please a woman, but he needed to hit the tanning bed. I've never seen anybody so albino as this guy. His dick was darker than his arms! But it was really hard. I thought maybe the banana was going to split its seams. I've heard that not cumming makes your penis harder; I don't know if it's true, but he was like titanium.

I leaned in, and licked the head as I rotated my head from side to side. Then I pulled the whole thing down my throat, nose to pubic hair, and did a slow slide out. I licked from the base on one side to the crown, and then down the other, slowly moving my little hand up and down to counter my mouth. I sucked one ball and then the other into my warm little entrance. Then I settled into my best move, just holding the swollen glans with my lips and dancing under the end with my tongue. I squashed his shaft with my fist as hard as I could, and he quickly began to fuck my face. I had to remind myself this was just oral, because my pussy was asking for more.

In just a few seconds he turned to rock and then deluged my throat with his sap. He seemed to have saved up a lot for me, because he shot and shot and shot. It also had a bitter aftertaste. Never tasted such before.

When he began to soften, I cleaned him up and swallowed. I looked up into his eyes (slightly glazed over) and told him he was the best in the world, I loved blowing him, he tasted great, yatta, yatta. It's all mostly true. Then I regained my coat, left him the bow, and high tailed it home, confident George would get a glowing report.

I walked into a hailstorm of anger. "Where the Hell have you been? I had to send Jess to cover for you! My friend really wanted a red-head; I just hope Jessica is good enough to change his mind!"

"But, but, but..." I stammered. "I did it. I blew the guy! And I did a really good job, too!"

"He called an hour ago, and you hadn't been there. What's going on?" One nice thing with us and George is that we never lie to each other. He knew if I said I did, then I was truthful.

"I went to the address you gave me, went up to #166, and sucked off this nerdy guy who looked like he needed it."

"166! Silky, he lives in 991! You blew the wrong person!"

"OMG. I wasted a lot of effort. And George, it made me really horny. Can you fuck me now and punish me later?"



Silky Adventures #07



Adventures of Silky #7: Beginning a Roman Holiday

George was so happy about our help in winning the Division Championship (See Adventure #5) that he decided to take us with him to Rome!!! We were so excited. Of course, being George, he has already made us take Italian since day one. He added a course in History of Italy (besides our regular classes!) so we could 'appreciate' our trip. As if Prada, Zegna, Gucci, Versace, and Armani weren't enough to appreciate. They MAKE shoes there!

We flew first class. That was way cool! We had these seats that rotated flat, like a bed, and immense amounts of food & wine (George said while we were in Europe we were old enough to drink). They gave us personal bags of skin cream and slippers, and stuff. But the cool part was on the plane.

There was a bathroom in the back of First Class that was huge! I've always wondered about the 'mile high club' that people brag about. How can you have sex in those tiny bathrooms? I have trouble wiping my ass in them! But on Alitalia, we found a toilet big enough for a Jacuzzi! Of course, Jessica was with me when we were exploring and found it. Of course, nobody cared when she went in with me. 

Nobody seemed to think that we would immediately look around and smile and start kissing. I nuzzled against her neck, while she stroked my left breast with her right hand. She undid a button, and slipped her hand between the layers. She reached my nipple, and started rubbing it flat, then pinching it. She knows that drives me crazy!

I fought back, spearing her mouth with my wicked wet tongue, and forced her to respond to me, rather than me to her. I pulled her shorts down, and slipped my fingers across her smooth shaved little mound. She was already dripping, and I fingered her with no effort. By the time I manipulated a pair of digits into her moistness, she had my top and bra off, and was nibbling a nipple to force me to relent. As she sucked, I sighed, and we wound up in a molten heap of smooth skin and fluid and pressure. 

Her hands roamed over my ass, and then her thumb aroused my clit while she touched my G-spot. I was vacuuming her breasts into my mouth one after the other, retaliating for her initial attack. 

The only issue was who would cum first, and I think I won. At least, I reached a peak of intensity that overwhelmed my defenses and made me spasm against her hands, and mouth, and tits. I say I think because if I came first, I won, and if I made her cum first, well, I won. The old win-win situation. I love Jess with all my heart!

After our breathing returned to normal, and we were dressed again, we decided we had joined a super special mile-high, the Lesbos club. We are not lesbian, understand, we just take advantage of the opportunities that proximity provides. 

But what about George? Could we get him in there with both of us? We did rock paper scissors, and the blond bitch won, she always wins, I think she cheats. I hate her so much!

I went to my seat, being as nice as a person cheated out of a win can be. Jess whispered to George, and I saw them both scuttle into the lavatory. They stayed in there about an hour, while I did nothing except look at some stupid Italian magazine that I could barely read, and chew on my thumb. Damnit, I know she cheated!

Finally, after another zillion hours, she came out, and whispered to me, "You look like you need to pee."

I was out of there like a shot. When I entered the restroom, George was already in there -- I guess it's good nobody else wandered in -- and he was naked, but limp. I whipped off my clothes faster than you can say "Grazie," and began to rub my boobs against him. I've always loved the feel of his chest hair tickling me, and soon my nubbins were rocks. As I kissed him, I wrapped my little hand around his huge cock, and began to squeeze and stroke it. I was rewarded with a glorious mountain of stiff skin, engorged with a powerful heartbeat that throbbed in my fingers. I spun around and braced against the sink, as I knew Jess (that whore) would have faced him, she always does. 

So I presented him with my tiny waist and my beautiful sweet ass, swaying as if we were entrained rather than enplaned. I reached between my legs, and guided his swollen plum into my tunnel. I always gasp when he spreads me, I never seem big enough to take him without a stretch. 

Gesú Bambino, what a sweet stretch! As he consummated our joining, I felt him push and pull until my insides felt swollen. A tide of juices flooded around his manhood as my dripping velvet entombed him. His was the knife, I the scabbard. Repeat above a million times.

Usually he pumps cum into me and that sets me off. Forty thousand feet in the air, his dick stroking me made my orgasm hit first. As I floated both literally and metaphorically, I felt fountains of gism flood me, and I knew I was in the 'mile high club' both ways.

As soon as I was able, I joined Jess & George back at our seats. She smiled so sweetly at me, and said, "Do you think there's room for 3 in there?" 

She, of course, had been resting while I was being disheveled. But I was up for the action, and simply walked back and entered the toilet. 

"Since I went first, I thought you should get the honors," Jess said. She is so sweet!

So she jumped up on the sink, naked, and spread her legs. I leaned over and began to wrap my lips around her clit, and gently sucked it. Her pussy is so sweet! George pulled my shorts down and repeated his prior fucking from behind. I was still dripping with his cum and my juice, so it was a quick slide. Naturally, once he began pumping me I became less gentle with Jess. As his cock caromed around my vaginal walls, I enticed her entire cunt into my mouths, lips and all. Then I used the tip of my tongue to torture her trapped swollen knob, and she frantically tried to either push deeper or escape. I wouldn't let her.

George paid no attention to us, spending his energy on pounding my hole with every inch he had, which is plenty. I just fucked him five minutes before, how could I be so tight around him now? He held my hips, and began to ease his thumb into my asshole. I can't stand that, it stretches me even more, God I love it! I couldn't stay focused on the pussy at my face and the finger in my butt.

I released Jess, just gasping for air now, and then the contractions hit again. My uterus imploded, and jerked everything with it. My nipples were on fire, my vagina tied itself in knots, I tingled from the roots of my red red hair to my red painted toenails! Best orgasm ever! 

George had no trouble sleeping after that. Jess and I held hands until she began to snore, and I just drifted away, thinking First Class is the only way to fly! 



Silky Adventures #08



Chapter 8: Don't Touch

We loved Rome. George made us take the historic tour first; the Ancient Romans sure did build a lot of stuff that fell apart. We also ate some great food and drank lots of wine. I took twenty pictures of her making faces in front of Roman fountains and statues.

Then we went to the Spanish Stairs, which apparently is like the ass pinch capital of Italy. Ow! But the stores are down the street. We bought so many things; George made us chose only 6 pairs of shoes apiece. So Mean! But I got a pair of calf length boots in black, and they don't really count as shoes. And this to-die-for skirt in black, it only barely covers my kootch... oh, ok. Focus.

George had to go overnight to Milan. We had this cute apartment off the Campo de' Fiori, and we rented it for the whole week, and he told us we could stay in Rome by ourselves. OMG! But, he said, use condoms.

We love to do the Argentine Tango. It is the sexist dance in the world. You should look it up on You Tube if you don't know. So we wanted to Tango, and there is this club called "Snakes" that is at #32 Via de Serpenti in Rome. The door is a hole in the wall, but in back there's a nice dance floor. 

Jessica and I went in and right away I saw the picture. It is about 3' x 3' and it says "Don't Touch." It is a painting of a cute girl who is naked except for a wisp of blouse that is open anyway, her tits jut out and she is squatting with her fingers in her pussy!! I saw it and just about died!

"Jess!" I hissed. "Look at that!" I attempted to direct her to the painting without pointing. I pulled her arm. "No, the picture. On the wall!" 

She looked, but seemed blasé. "So?"

"Jess, don't you see? They have public service announcements about the dangers of self-abuse! It's a warning to not make yourself cum, because you may go crazy! That woman has gone insane from masturbation addiction!" 

This is all true, it's not made up. You can call Snakes if you don't believe me!

I love Jessica to death, she is my soul mate, but sometimes I have no idea what she's thinking. She looked at the warning, then at me, and then rolled her eyes and said, "What-ever." 

She better not be touching herself; if I catch her I'll whip her ass. 

We danced. In a milonga everybody changes partners, so we tangoed with lots of guys, old and young. These two cute Italian guys kept circling back and getting us again. By the third parada I could feel a bulge in one of them's pants, so I knew we were doing ok. I rubbed thighs with him, and stroked his legs with my foot, and pushed my boobs into him. I told you, it's a sexy dance.

When we were taking a break we sat at a tiny table and they fed us shit. They said in Europe people were so sophisticated that fucking is practically like shaking hands. We didn't mind, we were looking for some sack time, after all.

They never realized we could understand Italian. Mario winked at Lorenzo and said "These American cunts are so stupid. I'll bet you €20 that I can trick the redhead into sucking my cock."

Lorenzo passed up a chance to be noble, and replied, "The blond is dumber than the redhead. I'm going to fuck her ass."

Now we have no objection to a little sexual play time. But we are not stupid! Or dumb! They would pay for those remarks.

"Say, we've got our apartment to ourselves tonight. Ya'll want to come back there with us for a drink?" Jess took the invitation right out of my mouth.

In short order, we were all back at the apartment. I was in Mario's lap, tongue kissing him heartily, while Jess kept Lorenzo occupied. 

"So in Europe, sex is casual, is that right?" I asked.

"Oh, si, everyone does it all the time!" lied Mario.

"So what about girl-on-girl? If I kissed Jess would anyone be upset?"

"Oh, no, no," chimed in Lorenzo. "We see sex as a natural expression."

Jess and I stood up and stepped together. "So it's ok if I kiss her? You're sure?" Jess asked.

"Si, si, go ahead, we won't mind at all!" They blurted out together.

"I've always dreamed of doing this, Jessica," I said, as I gathered her in. 

I kissed her softly and lingeringly. Our lips slid back and forth, glistening with shared salvia. As I probed her cavity with my tongue, I deliberately and slowly raised my left hand and caressed her right breast. I could feel the little silver ring through her nipple under my fingers. They hadn't seen that yet. She returned the favor, and then lifted my top carefully over my head. The boys were paying attention.

She unsnapped my bra, and they could see my brand new nipple skewer that I got in a small shop right past the Piazza Navona. She bent over and began to suckle me, as I removed her top, bra, and skirt. By then the boys were at rigid attention, and they were jumping out of their clothes as well.

Soon her gentle fingers intertwined with my tender left breast, and the swelling I felt was very pleasant. 

"Ya'll are sure this is all natural and normal?" I asked.

"Oh, si, si. Completely." Mario continued to think we were ignorant.

"Then it's ok for you two to kiss as well?" Jess fed them the bullet.

Their hard penises shrank like deflated balloons as this sank in. I lifted a towel over my body, to remind them what they wouldn't see any more of, while I asked, "Ya'll haven't lied to us have you?" 

They didn't move for a count of 10. Then Mario said in a harsh whisper, "No one can EVER know of this." And he pecked Lorenzo.

"Oh no, we want to see tongue action!" demanded Jess. I agreed.

Ever so hesitantly, they moved closer to each other, and finally closed their eyes and kissed each other. Their cocks started getting hard. We, as evil bitches, pushed their hands onto opposite members, and watched as they became stiff as well, cocks.

We stepped between them before any permanent psychological damage occurred, and Jess led Lorenzo back to a chair. As he sat, she bent at the waist and wrapped her lips around his upstanding edifice. The view of her ass and her little shaved pudenda was very nice. Mario thought so, I could tell. On cue, I grabbed a small white belt we bought at Gucci's for this very purpose.

"Snap" I cracked it across her buttocks. "Get away from him, you whore. Can't you ever meet any man without sucking his dick?" I screamed at her.

"But Silky, they taste so good! You shouldn't get mad until you're at least tried one!" Jess had tears in her eyes. I didn't hit her that hard!

"Well, maybe." I paused, pouted, and then knelt down beside her in front of Lorenzo. I took his shaft in my little hand and gingerly began to lick the swollen head. "Oh Yum, this is good!" I exclaimed.

Jess joined me, sucking his balls into her mouth as I deep throated his entire cock, and backed off to just licking the head like gelato.

"Hey, what about me?" yelled Mario.

We turned simultaneously and stared at him.

"You want some stupid red-head cunt to suck your cock?" I asked, in immaculate Italian.

"Or maybe you want to ass fuck a dumb blond? A bimbo?" stated Jess.

"In Italian we would be bimbas, Jess," I reminded her.

They both became mute. The only positive thing was that they remained focused, so to speak, but they couldn't even think of anything to say. 

We stood in this tableau for maybe thirty seconds as they frantically tried to find a way out.

"We're just funning. We want to fuck you, but don't call us stupid, ok?" I finally let them off their own petards. 

So Jess returned to Lorenzo's re-invigorated protuberance, and I actually gave Mario what he wanted. As I tasted him fountaining his salty fluid into my mouth, I thought "Uh-oh. George said to use condoms. I hope that doesn't apply to just bj's. I don't want to make that long trip home with a sore butt."

"Ok, guys, from here forward we have to wear condoms." Jessie heard me, because she unwrapped the first pair. Since they weren't quite ready for more fun, she and I spent a little time licking each other's pussies, turn about.

"Listen, we do need ya'll's help." I said. "We can't ever tell. I like to lick shaved pussy." I pointed at Jessica.

"And I prefer bushy,' she said with a flourish. "Which do ya'll like most?"

That encouraged them into providing the services we desired, so that we were able to ensheath them and move on. We never got an answer, tho'.

I helped Jessica stand on Mario's thighs and squat onto his rod. I bent and tongued his testicles, and then skated north. Uhhwe! Latex! Blah! Blah! I knew there was a reason I hated them.

Jess pounded away, and I swept up to her nubile nubbin. I had to work to keep my face in time with her fucking, but I held on by sucking hard. While thus engaged, I felt the tip of Mario's member making itself welcome in my warm recesses. I continued to suck, and felt Jess go over the edge.

"Oh, God! Gesú Bambino! Joseph and Mary! Maria Santissima!" 

Jessica blasphemes when she comes. Now she was doing it in two languages. It's good she's not Hindu, or she'd never stop. She came so hard she toppled over, and Lorenzo popped out. I swallowed him without missing a beat. Now he tasted of Jess, so I could put a serious suck on him. In seconds he filled the 'reservoir tip' with his cum, and sank down from my lips.

That allowed me to refocus on Mario, and start a counter beat to his rhythm. He was longer and thinner than Lorenzo. I generally like thickness, but he was certainly probing deeply and right on target. I exploded suddenly and before I knew it was screaming.

"Fuck me! Cazzo! Cazzo! I'm cumming! AHHHHH!" I tend to be more inarticulate than my sister when aroused sufficiently. I can never tell when a guy comes if I cum first. 

When I returned to planet Earth, we unsheathed our boy's boys and licked them clean. Mario was surprised that I cleaned Lorenzo and Jess did him, but hey, we share.

I looked at the clock and interjected "Hey. Our dad will be home any minute, ya'll better run." 

As I locked the door behind them, I turned to Jessica. "You did get the cameras installed, didn't you?"

"Of course. George will want to watch every minute." 



Silky Adventures #09



Chapter #9

Boning up for grades

I did really well in freshman biology. Well enough to be allowed to take osteology, a 300 level course. It's about bones, no, not boners, bones; there's even a book called 'The Bone Lady' which is great fun. 

The professor was a hunk. He hailed from Georgia, and I could just hear it in his lilt. He was broad shouldered, with curly blond hair, wonderful hairy arms and muscular hands. His blue eyes snuck out through his wire-rim glasses, and his smile radiated when he talked enthusiastically about bones, which he did all the time. 

"Professor, can I schedule some extra study time with you?"

"It's not professor, Silky. I'm just a TA, so call me Craig."

"Well, ok, Craig. I'm worried about my grades, and I'd like to go over things."

"You have a 98 average, Silky. Why would you worry?"

Craig didn't know about how George had my sister Jessica and I study. Bent over the dining table, we study. With naked backsides. And he whips us with a cane if he thinks we're distracted, even if we were just thinking and looking at the wall. I really was just thinking about what to put in my paper, and I didn't deserve the spanking, or the three lashes for talking back. I really didn't. 

Anyway, focus. But I had plenty of reasons to worry about my grades.

"You just never know, is all. So can I set up a study time?"

"I've never had a popular cheerleader be so interested in her grades."

"I am a cheerleader, but I don't party, and I'm not in a sorority, so I think you mean cute rather than popular. Do you think I'm cute?"

"Cute? Silky, you're gorgeous!"

"Gorgeous! Really? You think I'm gorgeous? Why? Do I have protrusions and recesses that meet cultural expectations for symmetry?" 

"Yes, yes you do. I don't think I've ever heard it expressed like that, but you certainly do."

"So can this gorgeous cheerleader set up a study time?"

"I can't do it today. I've got to go home and walk my dog."

Those of us who watched 'Dawson's Creek' growing up know that 'walking the dog' is code for masturbation. And those who have read my adventures know of my concern about public awareness for the evils of self-abuse. So it was completely natural when I asked him.

"Walking your dog? Are you sure that's not dangerous?"

"She may be little, but I don't think walking her merits 'dangerous'."

"SHE is LITTLE?" I almost choked. 

"Are we talking about the same thing, here?" he asked.

"Apparently not," I mumbled, confused. "But listen, I like, love dogs! Can't I come to your place and help you er...walk... her? I can go over the class notes."

"You are a persistent young lady, Miss Silky. Sure, here's my address."

When I arrived at Craig's student hovel, I brought a huge back-pack. I unloaded all the tools I need for school. Six legal pads, ten different colored high lighters and pens, the text, a companion text, the Cliff Notes, and both my notes and those I had copied from Hal, who sat next to me.

"You certainly come prepared," said Craig. 

"I just try to stay focused," I replied. "Let's see, paper, pens, rulers, text... oh, damn! I forgot to wear panties!"

Of all the words of tongue and pen, those are the ones most distracting to men. 

Somehow, knowing that my little labia were naked underneath it all was very disturbing to him. Thongs don't really provide any protection, they're pretty much useless. But knowing they're not there, that some symbolic barrier is gone, drives men crazy. It is mystical, really. It certainly worked on Craig.

"What?? I'm sorry, what did you say?" He just wanted to hear me say it again. He knew what I said.

"I let wearing my panties slip. I'm sorry; I was just busy getting ready to study and neglected to wear them." Of course, there was no reason to even mention my unmentionables, except to make him insane. Like I really actually forgot.

So when I bent over to pet his little red poodle, all he could think of was my pussy. Ditto with sitting to study, drinking a cherry limeade, and everything else. Men are hard-wired that way; it's almost cruel to tantalize them, but I'm a very bad girl.

After a hour of hard work, I stretched my arms skyward, and let out a big sigh. Of course, he thought about my lack of panties. But he tried.

"You look distracted, Silky. Did you want to do more?"

"Well, yes, there is something I really wanted to learn." At this point had taken the cherry from my limeade in my mouth. I opened wide and swept out the stem where he could see that I had tied in a nice knot. "Have you ever heard that people who could do this were good kissers?" 

He just stared at me. I'm afraid I overwhelmed the poor boy. But he's cute.

"I listen to you in class, and you are so articulate. I just wondered if you could put that labial dexterity to a better use. Can you?"

"Like what?" he asked, whispering. Afraid to hear the answer.

"Well, I may have mentioned that I lost my panties...and, well... I wondered what your tongue could do between my legs."

Craig fell to his knees. I wasn't sure if he had fainted or was complying, but he ran his hands up my thighs and lifted my skirt. I wasn't lying.

His head went under the hem, and I couldn't see what he was doing, but oh, could I feel it. He started just breathing me in, and the hot breath on my mons was so nice. Then he kissed me like a preacher on Sunday. Just very prim and stiff. I felt his lips soften at the same time I felt the heat rush to my crotch, and his lips trapped the first flowing of fluid there. He licked lightly around, as if learning a map, and then began to spread me with his tip. 

He was very nimble. My clit was swollen with lust, and I was pouring juice. He used his lips to suck one labia in, then the other, brushing my nub between moves. His heated exhalations blew over my introitus and the feeling was intense. He actually took both labia in one mouthful, and blew gently so that air was forced up my vagina! When he pulled away, my pussy quietly farted! That was certainly new to me!

His tongue bounced my perineum, and then slid to my anus. If you've never had your ass hole probed by a knowledgeable person, you must try it. I like it a lot! But naturally, he was getting even for some of the teasing I had done, so he slid back to the 'taint' and rubbed it with a soft wet apex that sent shivers up and down my spine. Oh, do that some more!

I knew his cock must be bursting by now, but I hadn't offered anything else, yet. I wanted more, selfish bitch that I am.

He put his hands on either side of my cunt, and pulled it wide open. He tickled my inner lips, and then pushed his face as far as he could, and fucked me with his whole tongue, gliding in and out in a pumping that no penis can duplicate. His five-o'clock shadow added just enough sandpaper to increase the thrill. I crushed his head between my legs, and clawed at his hair. Oh, God, he was going to kill me!

Only now did he slide two fingers far inside me, and began to lick and suck my clitoris. He fingered me with a different pace than his sucking, so that I didn't know what to expect from one second to the next. Inside, my G spot was being hit, while outside, my clit was in a different stroke. I couldn't take it, what can I say, he broke me like a wild horse. I came so hard against his face that not only was I screaming nonsense sounds, I felt my g spot squeeze, and I spat cum into his open orifice. I almost never do that!

"Ok, big boy, you wanna screw a gorgeous cheerleader 'till she can't walk?"

He didn't answer; I didn't ask again. All we did was rip clothing off like a tornado in the garment district. A whirlwind of socks, blouse, briefs, papers, pens, and everything else. As soon as possible, he had lifted me against his wall. And was ripping me apart with a very nice thick cock. I pulled his ass against me with my calves and feet, and hung on for dear life. I think we put a hole in the sheetrock.

Our mouths were clamped as hard as our loins, and we frantically expended the tremendous pressure we had both accumulated in two hours of rising lust. I felt my guts clenching again, but was pleased to feel load after load of hot semen splattering my vaginal walls. I held no longer, and screamed out for the second time, as waves of climax tightened my ass and pussy in waves, and I clasped with every part of my body. 

As we slowly slumped down the wall, utterly spent, I whispered in his ear, "How was that for extra credit?" 

He pulled me against his shoulder and said, "You already have an 'A.' I think I have to supervise you closely to be sure you keep it."

"I do like studying your bones, professor," I sighed into his ear.



Silky Adventures #10



Chapter #10

Making Bones - Can Craig Handle the truth?

NOTE: PRIOR SILKY ADVENTURES ARE MANDATORY FOR THIS TO MAKE ANY SENSE. 

*

"Silky, where have you been? You haven't showed up for class all this week!" Craig's urgent concern was evident in his Georgia drawl.

"I couldn't be there. I just couldn't." I replied.

"I thought our evening together was wonderful. Did I do something to make you mad? Please, you've still got an A. Ignore me, if you have to, but don't just disappear." His distress melted my heart.

"You didn't do anything wrong, Craig. I did." I couldn't look in his eyes.

"It won't happen again, if that's how you want it. But you did nothing to be ashamed of."

"I've never done anything in my life I'm ashamed of, professor!" My sharp tone caught him by surprise. "I did something wrong, as in break a rule. I couldn't come to class because I couldn't sit."

"Couldn't sit?"

"No. My father whipped me."

"Whipped you?"

"Are you an echo, now?" I spat. Being a fireball redhead does lead me to hot comments at times.

"But why did your father whip you? You're 19, isn't that a little old for spanking? What rule did you break?"

"You ask a lot of questions. OK, you want to know, here's the story. I'm not allowed to fuck any one without a condom except my father."

"Wait, what?? You fuck you FATHER? How did he know about us?" He sounded more panicked than ever.

"He's not really my father, just like Jessica's not really my sister and I fuck her."

"But how did he know... wait, you fuck your SISTER?" 

"That's more than one question. Here's the deal: I tell my dad everything, always. He says condoms. So he whipped me, to remind me." 

"This is freaking me out Silky. I don't know if I can handle it. I just don't." He looked at the floor. "I'm sorry, but I going to have to ask you to leave."

I walked into the afternoon sun tilting my head back so my tears wouldn't ruin my makeup. This was awful! There had to be a way to make him understand. My head ached with the stain of worry.

I spun in place and marched back to his office. No one threw me out! As I got to his door, I paused. There was a thumping noise; maybe a broken fan, these old buildings had bad pipes and machinery. I opened his door, and almost fainted. There was Craig, stroking his Johnson. Masturbating, for God's sake! 

I rushed in. "Craig, no! Please stop!"

He whirled to face me, and his dick shrank like lettuce on a hot sidewalk. "Silky! What the fuck are you doing here, you borderline bitch? What are you talking about?"

"Stop, please stop! I knew you meant 'walking your dog' when you said walking your dog! I can't let you do this! Jerking off will drive you crazy!"

"One of us is crazy, all right, but I don't think it's me."

"No, you just... wait, what?"

"I shouldn't have taken advantage of you, but fucking a student is nowhere as bad as fucking an insane chick." 

"Insane? Me? I don't masturbate!"

"See, that's what I mean; you're fucking nuts!"

"Why do you say that? You're the one beating off!"

"Will you shut up! I can't take this conversation about your imaginary family and your weird ideas about sex."

"I am not crazy, you asshole! My family is as real as you are!" I was screaming.

"I'm sure they are to you, Silky, but you really need professional help."

"Ha! I need medications? You didn't think so when I was naked!"

"Really, Silky, I think you're very strange."

"What if I call Jess and you meet her? If you can see her will you admit she's not a hallucination, or whatever?"

"Ha! Sure, call your imaginary sister. Tell her to come here. Better yet, when she gets here, tell her to sit on this!" He gestured at his flaccid but still naked dick.

So I called Jess, and told her to come to Craig's office. 

Jess is 5'6", and towers over me. She hides chocolate from me on the top shelves. She has long straight blond hair. It's natural, we don't do dyes. Her face is prettier than mine, I think; it's just the angles of her cheeks and the width of her mouth. I'm not bad, they tell me, but I see her as better. 

Now tits, I've got her beat. She's a full B cup, but I'm a C. We both have 23' waists, and can wear the same clothes. My waist is lower, so my ass flares quickly out, emphasizing the variation. Hers is higher, giving her a more statuesque body. I'm a short hottie, she's like, a model. 

While we waited, we glowered at each other. He put his hands over his crotch like a rag. I paced, I was so mad. NO I DO NOT MEAN INSANE, I MEAN ANGRY!

"You, like, beat off in your office?" I stared with narrowed eyes and took a deep breath.

"Look, your conversation turned me on. I haven't had sex except for you in four months."

Jess knocked on the door. She entered wearing her blue sundress with gold flowers on it. It is so perfect for her colors. Her long, long legs led to her white sandals, and her toes, painted blue to match her dress. Blue?

"Bitch, did you use my blue nail polish?"

"Silk, if you called me all the way over here just to complain about my nails, you're crazy."

"Ha!" Shouted Craig. "She thinks so too!"

"I...AM...NOT...CRAZY!" I screamed as loud as I could. "Jess, go sit on his cock, and if he can get woody, fuck him. If he can't get woody, fuck him!"

"I don't know what's happening here, but you're not being very clear, sis," said Jessica, shaking her head.

She sashayed across to him, and lifted one of those immensely long legs over his. Once she straddled him, she raised her hem like a theatre curtain, and Craig was face to face with a shaved, naked cunt. His member stood up so fast I'm surprised he didn't fall over backward. 

"It's a 'no panty' day," I whispered.

Jessie calmly reached for his swollen head, and moved it to her vestibule.

"Wait!" I screamed. 

"What?" They glared at me at the same time.

She slapped his potato away, and I capped a condom on his ass, er, dick. Anyway....

Once he was rubbered up, she lowered herself onto him, and he seemed mesmerized. The creaking of his chair and the heavy breathing were the only sounds, as I distractedly rubbed my groin. 

My own pussy was dripping down my leg. I brushed my labia and a shiver shook me from my ass to my neck bones. I ran my fingers through my fiery crimson pubic hair, and then tugged on it. I was so wet! I crossed my legs, rubbing them together like a kid who needs to pee. I couldn't stop watching the show.

Jessie and Craig continued to hump faster and faster, and she held onto his shoulders. I slid two nails along my slit. I was dripping. One of my finger crept inside as they picked up momentum, and soon all three of us were racing for the checkered flag.

Jess started taking the Lord's name in vain, a sure sign she was cumming. Craig gritted his teeth, and his muffled groans told me he was filling the old latex. Then I came so hard my legs almost gave out from under me, and I gasped as hard as they did. My eyes went wide.

Oh, no! It's contagious! I caught it from Craig! Now I'm addicted to masturbation!



Silky Adventures #11



#11 Clarifying Masturbation

"George, we have to have a family meeting! Right Now!" I was a jangle of unhappy red hair.

"Sure. I'll call Jessica. Jess, please come down here! We need to talk!"

As soon as she entered the room, I broke down and bawled. "I never meant to! It was an accident! I never thought it was contagious! Now I've caught it, and the spanking was too late, I'm ruined!" I blubbered in spurts.

"Do you have, like, herpes, Silky?" Jessica asked, but not without more narcissism than concern. 

"If only. I might take medicine. But no, I'm just destroyed!"

"Calm down, Silky girl. What, exactly, has happened?" George always was the daddy in the group.

"Today, I told Craig why I had to miss class. And then Jess saved what little sanity I thought I had -- thank you so much for coming, Jess -- I mean, that too, but that was more for you, thank you for being there... except you weren't there, but you came.... Oh, you know what I mean!" Silky continued in her sobbing ejaculations. "Jess came over and was able to fuck him, and it was so sexy, and thenIsortatouchedmysellf. I'm ruined."

"Silk, baby, you're rambling. Have you had your meds today?" 

I take meds because I'm a little ADD. Sometimes I forget them, but not today. I took in a deep breath, blew it slowly out and up, creating a maelstrom of red hair, and then inhaled.

"I masturbated today. I guess I'm addicted." I slumped my shoulders in total defeat.

"Girlfriend, what are you talking about?" Jess could be so sweet, but sometimes she's cold. "Is this more of that crazy shit you were talking about in Rome?"

Now she thinks I'm crazy!

"George taught me on our first day together that people who masturbate go insane!" I cried.

"Wait, what?" Now George doubted me."I did tell you that, but I mainly meant that I should get you off a lot. I didn't know you'd get all concrete about it."

Jessie rolled her eyes. "You didn't think Silky would get concrete?"

"I didn't know her as well then, Jessie. She is literal," he admitted.

"I am not a piece of pavement, you two, and I'm majoring in Biology!"

"What? Oh, literal," they both said, looking at each other rather than me.

"Let's try this again. Silk, when did you first start sleeping naked?"

"I guess sometime in high school. I heard others did it, so I tried it."

"Did you ever, umm, rub yourself?"

"I had a big stuffed animal, Mr. BigBear, and I used to hug him, sometimes with my legs."

"Did you ever kinda hump him?"

"No, gross. He was my teddy bear. But I did hug him... I did sorta push him against my kootchie." 

"Did it feel good?"

"I would do it at night when I couldn't sleep, especially if I felt tense, and after a while I could relax ... OMG! I was masturbating on Mr. BigBear! I was a high school perv, and I still am. I'm even more ruined!" Tears fell like melting snow down the marble cliffs of my face and stained the fields of my breasts.

"No, Silky, you're not a perv. This is my fault, I'm afraid," said George. "Masturbation is a very normal activity. Yes, people do it a lot, and enjoy it. A hundred years ago doctors thought it caused insanity; that's why circumcision got popular, to try to stop boys from the evils of self abuse." George had the serious face he uses when he is really telling the truth. He tries to pull my leg a lot, but at times like this I know he is not kidding.

"So if I want to touch myself, I can?" 

"Sure. I'd like to be there, but if I'm not, you don't have to wait for me. Jess masturbates."

"What!" I said, very curious.

"What!" Jess said, face aflame.

"Sure, I've seen you at night when you thought we were all asleep. It's ok. After all, I didn't stop you." He shrugged.

"But that's like invasion of privacy!" Jess was upset. 

"You're naked in bed with me and Silky, we've all fucked and gone to sleep, and you decide to finger yourself in the bed by my side, but you think that's 'private'?"

"Well, it was in the dark." She pulled her lower lip through her teeth. She does that when she's upset.

"Jess, you're my sister; I love you. I will get you off anytime you want, or I will turn my back if you want to do yourself. Maybe we could play with ourselves in front of each other?" I offered.

"I like that idea!" interjected George. 

We both turned mean eyes on him and he shrank back.

"Well, I don't think it makes you crazy, Silk, so that's not the issue. It's ok to do it if you want to. I guess it is stupid for me to be all up in the bed with ya'll and think I've got privacy; I just felt like doing myself, is all."

"Jessie, if you want me to leave the room next time I will," said George. 

"I don't want to wake ya'll up and say 'please leave I want to assuage my needs'." Jess continued to look disturbed.

"I would be happy to hold you and not interfere."

"Yeah, me too!" I added, though that assuage stuff might hurt.

"I'll jerk off in front of ya'll if you want to watch me." George sounded a little too eager. Then he asked, "Silky, have you ever used a vibrator?"

"I've never used anything except lips, hands and cocks. Well, those and that toe thing you did last week."

"Perhaps we should purchase Silky her first vibe?" 

Jess smiled and nodded agreement. Shopping, Yea!

I didn't know they even HAD stores that sold things like these. My eyes were so big. Rows of plastic penises, and peculiar phallic probes. Miles of porn DVDs and actual crotches molded from porn stars, with assholes and everything! I wanted to get one of those to compare to myself, but George wouldn't let me, he can be so mean. He has enough money! I thought about stripping in the store to look, but then thought about whippings, and decided to assuage my curiosity at a later date. (See how I enhance my vocabulary?)

Jessica and George kept looking at me and holding up various devices. They thought one monstrous black cock was so very funny, ha ha. They said something to the clerk, and then she cachinnated. She stuck two fingers in her mouth and stretched her lips open, acting like she was dying. Ha ha double ha. I would shove it down her throat and choke her to death!

Finally, the two oh-so-sophisticated shoppers found spears and spindles to their liking, and we went home. 

"Silky, vibrators were put on the market in 1902." Serious face again. "Lots of women have masturbated lots of times since then, even if it is against the law in Alabama."

"Against the law? I'm gonna be like a criminal?" 

"No, it's against the law to sell a product for female sexual arousal, a sex toy. If you say it's not for that, it's legal."

"What a bunch of hypocrites! What about for men?"

"No law about that. But lots of fellows would like to have you be their sex toy."

"I'm not a sex toy for felons. What does that mean, anyway, that since I'm a criminal for masturbating I should screw jailbirds? I don't know if I want to use such a thing, you didn't tell me I'd go to jail..."

"Silky! I said fellows, not felons!"

"Oh, sorry. My bad."

We retired to the bedroom and quickly stripped to begin a new adventure. It seems I'm always watching Jess do something I haven't tried. Someday I'm gonna figure out something to give her an epiphany or two. She lay back and spread her legs (How many times has that happened?) and George did a little playing around. 

Sometimes he can be so sensual he takes hours to get to it, but if he's entranced with an idea, he'll just go there. Today he did a brief oral reconnaissance, and then whipped out the vibrator. He had the really big kind, that plugged in and everything. He sure better not plan on sticking that anywhere! The end outsized a golf ball!

It made a lot of noise, but Jessica didn't seem to mind. She was curling her toes in no time and hunching against the machine. George held it against her clit, and she quickly began to curse, screaming out Saints and Gods in two languages and six religions. That is the incunabulum of her orgasm. She was cumming, no doubt.

Then it was my turn. George started out just rubbing me, and that was ok, if a bit perfunctory. Then he flipped in on, to low. WOW! That thing was shaking me so hard my teeth were loose. I felt lubrication welling up in my vagina, and my clit quickly energized. It was like riding an express elevator. My ears popped we were rising so fast, and then we blew thru the roof! A vibrator is certainly an efficient way to cum, but I can't say it appeals too much. Cocks are so much nicer, and lips are gentler. I never even tried high speed, no way! Apparently that's why they say "Speed kills."

"Well, I guess I've gotten erudite in the ways of sex, huh? I mean, I haven't done it long, but I've done it every way you can, haven't I?

"Silky, you have a delicious virgin asshole."

"You would fuck me up the butt? Are you serious?"

"You like it when I rub you there."

"Yeah, but it's too small to hold a penis....Isn't it?'

"Well, tomorrow we'll find out."

"Damn. Homework on a weekend!'



Silky Adventures #12



#12

College Punishment

George let me drive his Volvo C70 convertible all the way from Jasper, AL to Tuscaloosa. We were going to the University of Alabama for a big football game. Alabama was the National Champion in 2009, and plans to repeat in 2010, so every game is a big deal. With 101,000 fans in the stadium, it is wild!

We drove down Highway 69 (I know, don't you love it!) which is not the fastest way to get there, but on a beautiful Fall day at 75 degrees and a cloudless sky, whipping around curves and down hills is more fun than a roller coaster. Jessica & I flipped a coin, so I drove to the game, she would drive home. I won.

"Silky, this is great, but if you wreck the car you better kill all of us, or I will kill you," George said that, but he didn't really mean it. 

I slowed for a few miles, but having a cloud of flaming red hair around your head that wisps one way and then the other, with the music blasting, and Jess's hair a matching swirl of blond, was too much. I squealed the tires as I sorta went into the other lane a little, but Gesú Bambino nobody was coming. The other way, I mean. No, no other car was one the road.

It did earn me a few whaps with a cane when we got there. Glad I have a padded seat for the game. George keeps an apartment a block from the Bryant-Denney stadium, and he says if we ever go to the University we can live there. We just go to [xxxx] community college in [xxxx], and no, I'm not telling exactly where we live. But 'Bama would be lots of fun!

The next morning, I woke up in Chocolate withdrawal. I looked around the place, but couldn't find any; that bitch Jess sometimes hides it on shelves she can see that I can't because she's tall and I'm not. I think it's cruel, and why does she get to be tall? Anyway, I stood in a chair to scope the top of the 'fridge. No chocolate, but ewwweh! Someone needs to clean up there. 

Probably a tall, blonde person who enjoys watching her sister get a whipping on her naked behind should be made to do it. Especially since that very same sister was good enough to lick her pussy and give her a nice orgasm while she was being flogged and hurt and punished, but she still thought of her beloved blonde sister. Probably her red headed sister should inspect the work and chastise her for any slight imperfection. Probably she should get whipped and have to pay a fine in nail polish... Anyway.

I still had the keys, and they were asleep, so I scooted to the drug store and loaded up on Hersey's. The Best! They had peppermint patties at 3 for a dollar, so I like had to get some of those; I would be a fool not to. And there was this amazing sparkly nail polish on sale, so I got few of those, and then... ok, focus.

When I got back, there was nowhere to park. The lot was full! I parked in the middle and got out.

"Excuse me, Miss. You can't park there." A tall guy in a Boy Scout uniform was talking to me! He had brown hair, a big nose, and acne.

"And why not? Our apartment is here!"

"On Game Day, all the spots are assigned. You have to pay $20 to park here."

"But I just spent all my money. I can't get any more from George until we're at the game... he won't let me buy enough chocolate."

"I don't know what you're talking about, but I have to have $20."

I got a little tearful, and let a few drops slide down my cheek. "But I'll get my little ass whipped if I ask him for money! He'll pull my britches down and use a riding crop!" 

I had guessed right; Boy Scout's dick twitched with that remark. "I already got spanked once, look!" And I turned and lifted my little skirt to show him the welts. 

His eyes kinda glazed over, and he swallowed a few times. "I don't...uh..I mean..uh..oh, that must hurt!" His eyes were glued to my cheeks.

"They do. Here, feel them!" I stepped next to him and pulled his hand onto my smooth derriere. 

His Scout uniform was going to require alterations from the bulge he had under his zipper. A little spit gathered in the corner of his mouth as he slid his hand over my silken skin. If my ass was Braille, he could have read every word.

"How about if you just spank me for being a very bad girl and we call it even?" I asked without batting my eyes, though it was difficult.

He slowly nodded his assent, and I bent over the hood of the car. 

He looked nervously around, but no one was near us. The first blow was so indecisive I barely felt it. He didn't even think to remove my thong, what little there was to it. He gathered steam and courage, and managed a definitive slap the second time, but his fingers lingered to check his work. I wiggled a little encouragement, and he landed several more jolts on my butt. 

At that point he clenched his teeth, turned red, and apparently made a mess in his uniform, because he turned quickly and walked away, with no more foolishness about money.

"Hi, Silk, Where you been?" Asked Jessica as I walked in. 

"Oh, just talking to some whack job in the parking lot."

We spent like hours deciding what clothes to wear to the game. Did we go campus hippie, sophisticated visitor, or all gung-ho fan. I think Jess likes the fan outfit because she likes anything with "ho" in it. I'm serious, don't even get me started about Christmas and Santa.

Finally we went with crimson and white everything. With two of us, we could get a pair of socks in each color, and share. We had 'Bama shirts (and underwear) with "13" on them. I thought that was like unlucky, but apparently the team has been national champions like 13 times. Wow! We even had our hair pulled up with 'Bama barrettes. 

The stadium is so big!!! You walk in with a crowd that crushes the air out of you, and then up the spirally walkways that go up like forever. 'Daddy' keeps nice seats. He won't pay for one of those glass boxes, which is so mean when it's cold and raining, like who can enjoy a game when they're freezing? 

But we don't have to sit up in the 'nose-bleed' section. I think they snort cocaine up there, that's why it's a bad seat, because it's dangerous.

So the game starts with a kick-off and everybody screams "Rooooollll Tide, Roll!"

It's really fun. Of course then they run around and hit each other, and God only knows where the ball is or what they're doing. We like the 'waves,' and the band playing and all the excitement in the air, you can breathe it. When we score, which is often, they show wild graphics on the scoreboard, and play the "Yeah Alabama, Crimson Tide, lay dah lay dah..." I don't really know the words. 

Anyway, I had to pee. Jess didn't so I went alone, which turned out to be a bad idea. Honestly, that stadium holds 101,000 fans -- half of that makes 30,000 women, but do they have 30,000 toilets? No! Not even 10,000. You would think they could do the math! So I'm standing in line for like forever, and I'm about to wet myself. There is no line to the men's room.

Fuck it! I walked into the men's room, there was almost nobody there (Someone told me that there was a tape being watched, which makes no sense, it's a live game) I went into a handicapped stall, 'cause those are bigger, and have their own sinks. Why they put a mirror in a men's room stall for people in wheelchairs, I'll never know! They're in wheelchairs and they're men, duh!

Down with the panties, drop on the seat! I emptied my bladder and sighed with relief. Sainted Mary, what a release! So I wiped my triangle carefully, but I still accidentally touched myself. I can't help it, since I've become addicted to masturbation I just do it all the time. I mean, it feels so good! My little snuggle tingled, and I had to touch it a few more times, I had to! 

I stood and pulled up my pants. Opps! Now I had soaked my panties, and I knew if I went back to my seat Jess would know I'd been diddling myself, so I took them off again to wash them in the little sink.

"Open up in there!" A loud and very rude banging on the door to my stall reverberated in the small space.

I opened the door a crack, but was shoved backwards as two big guys pushed their way into the stall with me. 

"You're in the wrong toilet, girlie!"

"I don't think so! I had to pee, I peed. End of story!" I tried to brush by them, but they grabbed my arms.

"We're the uh, the toilet police," the blonde one said.

"That's right, we protect the toilets!" agreed the one with curly black hair.

"Shit, Shit! What is wrong with this place? I guess I'll get another whipping! Drive fast, get whipped; park the car, get whipped. Argh! Do both of you whip me for this?"

They stared at each for several seconds, apparently not sure of the regulations. Finally they nodded. "Yeah, both of us."

I rolled my eyes, shrugged, heaved a really huge sigh and turned to bend over the toilet. 

"Wait! Is this bare assed?"

"Yes, definitely!"

"Ok, my panties are in the sink anyway. It's just a thong, My sister's wearing one just like it and I had the misfortune to touch my clit and was so wet and I didn't want her to smell my pussy... is that like TMI?"

They looked so blank I'm surprised they could have jobs as important as toilet police. I pulled up my tiny skirt and bent over, grabbing the toilet seat.

"Ewwweh! Someone needs to do a better job of cleaning in here. I would've 'hovered' if I hadn't been in such a hurry!"

After about twenty seconds of waiting, I looked over my shoulder. Both of them had their cocks in their hands, nicely firm, stroking. Blondie was bigger. Curley looked Chinese his eyes were so slitted.

"Wait a minute! You guys are not going to fuck me without condoms; I KNOW there's no rule like that. And if you come on this skirt, I swear....!"

"No, no... we're just going to spank you. We were...debating who went first. Now assume the position!"

Apparently one of them pulled off his belt, because there was a loud pop and the first lick hit. They weren't very synchronized; they spent more time jerking off than spanking. After a few lashes vilified my rear, they both blew their brews against the sink. None on my skirt, thank you Jesus! 

I left the thong. I just wanted to get back to my seat. 

"Jess, I hope you don't have to tinkle. This place has ridiculous rules!"



Silky Adventures #13



 #13

Silky loses her anal cherry

As the summer winds down, swimming seems more melancholy. You treasure the last few days when it's warm enough to lay out by the pool, or swim a few last laps. In Alabama, of course, summer lasts until Christmas, but still, the leaves are changing color, and the azaleas stop blooming. 

I was taking advantage of a slow Sunday afternoon, lying on a Pokémon beach towel by the pool. Since we have a privacy fence, Jess and I often slip our suits off to eliminate tan lines. That's why I was naked, and drowsing, having some rather nice fantasies involving the new Priest Father Thomas and me removing some Victoria's Secret stuff.

Jess dropped beside me. "Wazzup, Silk?"

I smiled, but kept my eyes closed. "Just feeling... Heavenly." I was twirling a strand of red hair by my ear, the way I do when I'm thinking hard.

"I have an idea," she said. This can be very good or very bad, or sometimes both, if you catch my drift.

"Does it include me?" I asked, dreamily.

"Yes!" and she struck! My butt snapped together like a virgin's bedroom door, but not before she had stuck a chunk of ice in my twat! I squirmed and struggled, but she's bigger and had surprise on her side. That was so cold! The ice, too! It melted into my opening, and as it melted, it began to run out. It felt like I was hot & cold at the same time. But as more melted, I warmed up, and the ratio of ice water to pussy juice took a decided turn for the latter. I relaxed my ass, and let her familiar fingers stroke into me. I wasn't drowsy anymore.

"You are such a nasty bitch, Jess," I murmured as I rolled beneath her hands.

"You're the one who's naked in the back yard getting fingered."

"I'm pretending it's the new Priest. Isn't he cute?"

"You want to invite him over for a 'swim'?"

"Like this one? Sure. How DID you think of this ice thing?"

"Saw it on some porno online. You can learn anything there. You ought to watch some anal." Jessie lay couchant, just rubbing my ass and back.

"Oh, shit, is George really going to do that to me?"

"Sure, why not?"

Well, I thought that all the things Jessica said about butt fucking and such were just talking dirty, like people say "eat shit," but don't really expect you to. 

"So do you still have your anal cherry?"

"Silky, you know that before George rescued me, I lost every bit of everything remotely innocent. I've done things that were stupid, painful, nasty, and certainly against my desires. So yeah, I've had it up the ass. When George wanted it, I gave it lovingly. You know I love him. And you."

"Yes, Jess. I know that sex stops when a man pulls up his pants, but with George, it continues. We are a family. Maybe not kin, but kith"

"We are, Silky sweetie, we are." She drew hearts across my spine.

"I'll do anything for him. I just didn't know this was real."

"It's real, baby girl. But not bad." 

"I knew a guy my freshman year who was laughing one time and he said 'Isn't it funny how people say 'eat me,' but never do it. Like, no one actually puts their mouth on another person's sex.' All of us at the table got very quiet, and looked away. He said 'do ya'll do that?' and we all owned up that we had at one time or another. He was amazed."

"Really, he thought people just talked about oral sex?" Her hands were so warm on my skin.

"Cross my heart! Uh, Jessie -- do you know anyone who eats shit?" 

"Eweeh! I hope not. But anal sex really occurs." With that she popped my backside and ran inside.

George said anal was special, that it took preparation and cooperation; forcing it could hurt. The idea hurts, if you ask me! 

So we had a nice family love fest. I kissed Jessica, she kissed George, and he kissed me. I swear, the kissing is almost as good as anything else. We spent an hour or two just trading spit. Of course, the odd woman out rarely just watched. There are so many nice places to touch, and squeeze, and rub. Special pleasures occur when slippery tongues slide from monolith to tunnel and malleable flesh ripples across nerves that suffer greater ache with each passing, but that are also urged over and over towards abatement.

I love to suck Jessica's nipples. They have a direct line to her pussy, and she can cum just from that if I invigorate them long enough. So often that's where my mouth is while George evaluates other opportunities, sometimes on me, sometimes on her. Tonight I was the primary target, as he inducted me into the sorority of sodomitees. 

He bent me over face down in his bed, and casually fucked me doggy style. My cunt was quite juicy by then, and each backward piston dribbled further fluids down on the sheets. He said the point was to get me loose and his dick greased. It was working.

Jess assisted by liberally pouring KY lube over my ass, while George stroked my back door a little more each time, going as far as a second knuckle into my sphincter. Then Jessie began a series of dildoes, first a tiny one that just slipped right in, then a larger one, and another and another. (They better not have bought that monster they were laughing about at the "Love Stuff" store.) Anyway, with each change, my asshole stretched and gave a little. Soon I was comfortably taking one that felt like it was as big as George.

"Game time, Silky." 

George always lets us know what's happening... well, except when he ties us up, because surprise is the whole point then, after all. This one time, at band camp, he brought some handcuffs, and he tied me to a tree, but I had to tinkle, but... ok, focus.

I didn't do anything except scoot my ass up a little. He slid out of my vagina, and placed his pomegranate at my runway. Slowly he plodded forward, mulish in his obstinacy, forcing his zeppelin deeper into my hanger with every worm of his hips. Spasms grasped me at times, but none that were too extreme. The sensation of having my chamber filled with penis was delightful; well worth any minor pains along the way. When his balls hit my puffy little pussy lips, I knew he was all the way in, and I believe that I could have opened my mouth and his cock would have popped out, I was that full. 

Then began the retreat. Inch by inch, I felt his coronal ridge titillate my channel, and the bitterness of his leaving was almost too much to bear.

"Fuck me!" I wailed. "Fuck me hard in the ass!" 

He continued as if he never heard me, but then, glorious day, his momentum slowed, stopped, and reversed itself. He was returning, mitigating my torment, exhilarating my heart and my rectum. He repeated this torture on a near infinite scale, a series of movements that rose in pitch from a basso profundo through baritone to alto soprano. My screams rose in volume to match his pitch. 

I usually have anacoluthia when I cum, only a few ahhhhs and grrghs and fuckmes, as opposed to my dear Jessica's clear profane suggestions. Anal sex apparently reaches me in some other way, as I begged "Harder, harder, fuck me up the ass! Fuck me faster! Oh, Fuckmefuckmefuckme!"

George responded to my outpourings with some of his own, of a more glutinous sort as the mulberry plum buried grave deep in my outlet began to fill my fissure with a decoction of bliss and salty fluid. Knowing that my ass was full of cum, that I was so naughty that I wanted a dick in my butt, sent me screaming over the edge, lost to the world until I returned to this earth and time. 

"Well, Silky, I think we have now tried all the major sex acts."

"I don't know. We haven't fucked in a cemetery, or done a blow job on a bus, or even a hand job in a crowded restaurant."

Jess chimed in. "And no 69 in the park, or threesomes in a movie theater, or double dildoes at the Country Club..."



Silky Adventures #14



 #14

Silky & Jess go to Church


I decided that I needed to go to Church. Not because I think I'm bad, I'm not. There are a lot of people who get all weird about sex stuff and say you'll go to Hell for screwing. I think that's stupid. You go to Hell for being mean and cruel, for not helping other people and being greedy. Sex is part of life. But I don't go to Church very often. 

I begged Jessica, my 'sister,' to go with me. She thinks about like I do, so she was ok to go. I wore a nice dress with a purple top and purple flowers on white on the skirt. Purple is one of the colors that can go really well with my red hair. I wore granny britches underpants, because God knows everything, so he knows what kind of panties you're wearing. Anyway, I wore my hair loose, and put on just a touch of make-up.

I like Church. The music is inspiring; I sing off key (according to Jess) but I sing loudly to make up for that. The Priest (I'm Episcopal) talked about the same things I believe, how you don't act right because you're scared you'll get sent to Hell, you just let love rule your life, and treat everyone like a neighbor. Even if they live down the street, or on the next block, they're still your neighbor. Even if they don't come to the neighborhood block parties, or pay association dues, they're still neighbors. Even if they live in the next town, well, you follow....

They have a new young guy, Father Thomas, and he's really hot! After the sermon, while he was doing the Eucharist, I kinda got distracted. Sometimes my mind wanders, I don't stay focused. 

I was having this great fantasy where he and I were alone in the woods, or maybe in a castle, no, probably the woods, or wait, a nice bedroom, and we got naked, and I knelt down in front of him, and he held his cock out with his hand. I took the end of it in my pouty little mouth, and started licking all around the head, making it glisten with my saliva like a swollen wine skin starched and stained with the purpled vintage promised within. 

Jess nudged me. It was our turn to take Communion.

Well, kneeling in front of him for real was disquieting and then he offered me the Host, and I took it out of his hand; our touch was like a spark! And he looked right in my eyes! I about peed on myself. I know I blushed, what if he could know what I had been thinking? Maybe God gives him extra abilities or something. My nipples were so hard he had to see them. So when I got back to my pew, my panties were soaked, granny or not. 

At this Church, when they close the service, they do this thing where everyone holds hands and the Priest says "The Blessings..." So we were holding hands. I had this lady on my left who was so old I think she was already dead. Her hand was ice, and I think she was in rigor mortis when she clutched me. Jessie was to my right. So I was just being Godly, and listening, and the air conditioner cut on. 

The vent was directly below me, so the fan blew... guess where? I was wearing a modest Church dress, but it was very light, so the skirt started billowing up. Dead lady couldn't let go, and evil Jessie wouldn't, so my dress climbed higher and higher. Soon everyone could see that I was wearing granny pants (Good!) but also that they were soaking in the crotch. (Not so good). I would have mortified to death if the prayer had lasted more than a few seconds.

Jessie leaned over and whispered,"O south wind! Blow upon my garden that its fragrance may be wafted abroad. Let my beloved come to his garden, and eat its choicest fruits." Damn college students who take lit classes!

In my experience wet undies chafe, so I stopped by the ladies and swapped out. I always carry spare lingerie because sometimes I do forget them when I'm running late, and George expects them to be there when he inspects, unless he ordered them off. Does that make sense? One time I was looking for a pen and hooked the elastic by mistake. I shot skivvies into a clerk's face and never went back. 

Anyway, I reached in my purse, the one with the big handle, because that's what's in style this year, and all I had was that pair I thought I threw away. The ones with the remote control? George gave them to both of us for Christmas, and they are supposed to like get you off when he pushes the button. They have a tiny little vibrator that snuggles like right up on your clit. But they didn't work right.

The range is very short, so George had to be standing next to us, and sometimes other signals like set them off. He took us to this club, and the idea was that he would sit at a table and make us cum whenever he wanted, even when we didn't expect it. But they sorta went off and on, and none of us had much fun with them. So I thought I threw this pair away, but apparently not.

Since they were clean & dry, I put them on. No chafe for Silky! Then Jessie and I spread our blanket out under a tree in the shade for the after Church Fall picnic. We started eating our KFC. (Do I LOOK like I know how to cook? Honestly!) I took a big mouthful of the cole slaw. I caught Jess's eye and pursed my lips. I let a few drops of the turbid fluid dribble down to my chin, swallowed, and wiped it off with my finger. Then I sensuously sucked my finger clean. 

She responded by dipping a chicken leg in the slaw, so it had some juice on the end, and then carefully licked it clean, smacking her lips. I began to osculate a leg up and down the shaft, taking tiny nibbles of its flesh in my teeth. We were a riot! I started deep throating mine; I could really get it all the way in!

"Are you girls having fun?" A male voice asked. Father Thomas! 

I almost swallowed the leg I was so surprised. "Uh, yeah." Lame.

Just at that very instant the butterfly vibe in my britches came to life! Bzzzzzz! What! Suddenly I'm bombarded with these intense sensations right on my button! Talk about awkward! And then it stopped!

"We enjoyed the sermon so much," the blonde bitch said as she poured those big blue eyes into his lap. 

My green eyes shot daggers at hers, but she was too busy trying to get him to think of her naked to notice me. Cunt, I had the fantasy first! 

"And what about you, Silky? That is your name, right?" 

"Yes, sir. I'm Si" bzzzzzz! OMG! "ILKY!" He thinks I'm spastic, for sure!

"Is anything wrong?"

"Oh no, I'm fine, I thought your recitation of Paul's" bzzzzzz "ARGH!"

"Paul's ark? I don't understand." Bzzzzzz.

"My sister gets a little confused at times," said the flat chested slut who wanted him all for herself. Just because she's tall!

"No, sir, I meant Paul's let," bzzzzzz "UHH!"

Little Johnny Foster came running up to us, proudly displaying his remote control truck. He zoomed it over our blanket, and as he made it turn, I got buzzed again. "Woaoh! That's a fine" bzzzzzz "TRUCK! Why don't you go somewhere else to play?"

"Silky, we've got plenty of room here, and it's flat. Let him stay here." Jess was trying to kill me, I'm sure. I know I wanted her dead.

"Yes, we do try to teach sharing all of God's Earth." Thank you Father Thomas.

"Well, I guess I," bzzzzzz "GET THE HELL AWAY FROM HERE!"

Little Johnny started crying, and threw the truck down, which turned it, and my BVDs on. Now I was on continuous massage.

"Silky, what's wrong?" said the good Father, and he took my hand. When I am being rubbed maddeningly right on my clit, and I've been thinking about fucking this guy for days, and I'm right on the edge, touching me is not going to help. bzzzzzz bzz zzzz bzzzzzz bzzzzzz bzzzzzz bzzzzzz.

"Perhaps if you close your eyes and think about something calming?" Like anything is calming with your pants on fire! Bzzzzzz.

"Just take a deep breath, Silky." he said. Bzzzzzz.

"Oh Holy Mary, Mother of God!" I screamed as an orgasm hit me like a tectonic shift. At least I was coherent.

Father Thomas tried to help, he really did. He pulled my arm to stand me up, just as my legs gave out completely beneath me. So I pulled him down on top of me, and as I came I naturally wrapped my legs around him. I couldn't help it.

Of course, he felt the vibrations against his penis, and he got hard, as any man would. I tried to shove him away, and Jessie helped, but his legs got tangled in mine, and he fell over, landing with his face between Jess's legs, and her skirt above her head.

That little bastard Johnny by then was yelling for help, and all the little Church ladies showed up, including my cataleptic pew mate. 

"What are you doing, Father?" Asked a Church Lady.

Jessie had disagreed with me about the undies, she said God knew anyway, so she was bare-snatch, natch. 

I realized that I couldn't calm down until this constant bzzzzz was out of my bikinis, and the signal came from the controller. So I jerked the apparatus out of little bastard Johnny's hand and threw it as far as I could. An elderly man using his walker was finally getting to the picnic, and I hit him square upside the head. I saw his legs go horizontal and I grabbed Jessie's arm and ran for the car.

I don't think I better go back before Christmas... or maybe Easter. I wonder if the Presbyterians accept new members?



Silky Adventures #15



 #15 Silky goes to Court.

I Love George. I really do. He is my 'uncle'/'father'/'lover' and I live with him and Jessica, my 'sister'/'lover.' We are a special family. We both do what George tells us to do. (He whips us if we don't - and sometimes when we do.) So he decides when we wear panties, who we fuck, and stuff like that. But sometimes he thinks up strange shit.

Like the "Whiskey Dance." In it, I strip and then take a bottle of 21 year old single malt scotch (The stuff is older than I am) and pour it slowly over my body. Sometimes I squat over a bowl, and let it dribble through my pussy. I think that looks like I'm urinating. Sometimes I point a toe in someone's face and pour it down my leg. I even bend over and let the fiery amber drip from my nipples, including the little silver pin in my left one (that I got in Italy) into eager mouths. 

George likes to use Jess and me as favors for friends. We are not whores, and never will be. No one can buy sex with us. But George can give it away, if he wants to. Sometimes it's just a BJ, sometimes it's a threesome with both of us, and occasionally I just dance naked. 

This night I was just dancing for this old bald guy who probably couldn't get it up, but who appreciated a lovely lithe body with carmine hair and also liked pre-poured scotch. It's hard to line up your labia so the elixir pours straight, thus he had a good time. But I had an exam the next day.

"But George, I have an exam. Puh-lease, can't Jessie dance for him, or move it to tomorrow?"

"Sorry Silk, this is one of those red head solos, and it's the old man's birthday. But don't think you can use this as an excuse for making a bad grade."

I already knew about making unacceptable grades. Anything less than an A got us flogged with a riding crop. And talking back got more.

That's why I was driving home alone late at night in a hurry. And the damn blue lights popped up behind me!

"Excuse me, Miss, may I see your license & registration?"

"Sorry. I don't have them; I was at a birthday party and didn't take my purse."

"At a party? Have you been drinking, ma'am?"

"Drinking? Yuck! No, I don't drink. Why would you ask me such a dumb question? Oh, you can smell the scotch. I didn't drink that. It's just where I like poured it on my naked body. But I don't drink. I don't take drugs, either. Some people think I'm like on speed, but I'm not, I'm just like naturally high. Actually I do take speed, but it's like prescribed speed because of my built in speed, so the one speed slows the other speed down." 

I was just a teeny bit nervous. 

"But I don't drink, ever. But I do this dance where I like pour whiskey all over my body, and guys like lick it off. Sometimes they lick me off, too, but not tonight. Because he was like old. Well, he still IS old, I guess. I mean, I didn't like KILL him or anything. At least I don't think I did, but he was having trouble breathing..."

"Ma'am, I don't need to know all of that. But you don't have your license, correct? And you have been using alcohol?"

"I haven't been using anything! I already told you, I was just like dancing. That's why I don't like have my stupid license!" Being a red head makes me fire up fast.

"Are you aware that you were speeding?"

"I was NOT speeding. I already told you, I don't like do speed. Except when my doctor like tells me to. My psychiatrist....But I'm not like crazy or anything, I just take speed; not speed, but medicine speed."

"You were driving too fast, ma'am."

"Well I don't know that it was too fast. If it was like that fast I'd already be home, wouldn't I? So it can't have been TOO fast."

"The speed limit is 45 here ma'am. You were doing 60."

"It's 45 in the day time, for Heaven's sake. This late at night they like let you go as fast as you need, which is what I'm doing, because I'm like in a big hurry. So if you would just do whatever you like need to do, and get out of my way, we can all like be home a lot quicker."

"Ma'am, 'they' would be me, and the speed limit stays the same, day and night."

"So ok, will you just like get a move on, give me a ticket, what ever, I've got to hustle!" This was getting nowhere.

"Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to step out of the car."

"I can't do that!"

"And why not, ma'am?"

"Because I don't have any clothes on under this coat!"

So that's why I wound up walking a line on the side of the road naked at 2 am (Apparently the Law requires that officers be able to see your legs. Even if that means all of your legs- and arms, and butt, and everything!) I had my hair up in these like pony tails on either side of my head. I had these gianormous pink bows on them, they make me look smaller than my 5' size. I also had on my 4" pink heels to match. 

Some people think pink looks bad with red hair, but with the right shade, it looks good. I should know, I spent like 8 hours looking at ribbons to get these. And the heels match perfectly. I can't really walk in these heels, let alone dance. You would think men would understand that, but no! They like me wobbling around. But the cop did not. 

"Ma'am, you can't pass the field sobriety test. I may have to take you in."

"But I've got to go home. My daddy will whip me if I don't do well on the exam that I have to take in like 8 hours." 

I cried so hard I melted my make-up. I was hoping that 'luck' and 'magic' would save me - that's my left and right breasts. 

"I'll do ANYTHING if you'll just let me go home! ANYTHING! I promise I won't drive fast at all. Puh-lease let me go."

So what do you think happened? 

The mean bastard gave me like a dozen tickets! Ha! Wreckless driving. I thought that was the whole point! Speeding. How many times did I explain that I was not on speed! Failing a field sobriety test! I'd like to see HIM walk a line in 4" pink heels! Ha! George would whip me so much I couldn't sit for like a year if I showed those to him. We never lie, but sometimes we don't bring up every subject.

So to defend myself, I had to go to Court. I dressed in my best black suit, and the 3" black heels that I can actually walk in. I wore conservative eye shadow, and my hair was degage. I wore the wide white leather belt, the one with the big buckle? With my emerald chip studs I looked like a lawyer. Which is why when they were all rambling around waiting for the Judge I kinda got in with the wrong crowd. 

Well, what was I to do? The criminals were all over there in orange jump suits. Do you know how bad orange clashes with red hair? And there was a line about a gazillion miles long of 'perps' (I watch CSI) who wore tee shirts with Budweiser logos and marijuana leaves on them. To talk to a Judge about their DUIs. (Even for me, duh!) So I couldn't like stand with them, I had to go somewhere, so I sorta sat with the attorneys. I figured I could get in front of the line that way. Wrong!

Apparently they were doing some sentencing stuff, because the Judge, when he finally got there, started reading off names and punishments and then inmates would be hauled off. He was all serious and stuff and he looked like President Bush; or Obama, I'm not so good with politics, anyway he looked like someone famous.

So there was this huge deaf guy, and they had a signer, which was cool, because I never saw anyone talk with their hands before. Except Jess, she talks with her hands; she can't say anything without waving her arms around. If she broke her arms she'd be mute. She talks really fast sometimes, and then it's like Katie bar the door. I don't know why Katie.... Anyway....

What happened was they told this deaf guy something he apparently didn't like, and he tried to hit this lady, and three bailiffs grabbed him, but they all fell in a pile, and they fell onto the lawyers, and they fell on....me! I was under this big bale of barristers; somebody copped a feel, and my heel broke. It was absolute chaos!

"Miss, you're not a lawyer, are you?" The deputy who pulled the last of the heap off me asked me as he helped me upright.

"No. Do I LOOK like a lawyer?" I was kinda ornery, what with the mountain that I had been under.

"The Judge wants to see you, ma'am. In his Chambers." That sounds like a torture room, but it's not; more like an office. Or so I thought.

When I went in there, the Judge had his big robe hung on a hanger, and he took off his toupee. It was the Whiskey Dance man! The Birthday Boy!

"Well, Silky, it seems you've gotten in some trouble."

"It wasn't my fault! I was just in a hurry because I had to take an exam and I was late because I was dancing and the officer misunderstood me."

"Well, I think we can clear it up. But I need to touch you a little."

Now I'm not stupid. I already know that no guy except George ever touches you a little. They may say vellicate but they mean impale. 

"I have to tinkle first."

"No problem, I have a toilet right here." He led me to the door, but stood with it open.

"Uh, I can take care of things from here....Sir."

"No, I'm going to watch. And touch you while you empty." Now that's just nasty! No wonder he liked the whiskey dance!

I worked up my valor and slipped off my britches. I sat down on the seat, and he stuck his boney old fingers in the pie. My pie. My little red pussy. He shoved two members inside me while I peed. It took some effort on my part, as micturation is not easily achieved while being pummeled with a paw. I finally started a flow that became a torrent as I relaxed my sphincters. 

I believe that when you are wrong, you should say so. I try to. So I'll say I was wrong. I had said he "probably couldn't get it up." I was wrong. The Judge could get one up, a really quite nice one, to tell the truth. He was wanking himself hard while he fucked me with his hand, slithering into my vermilion slot. His bones might be arthritic, but his bone was steel. The knot at the end of his cylinder was a glowing, gleaming heliotrope, as large as any I've seen. His motion bounced me so that my nipple piercing caught in the cloth of my bra; that in itself was not unpleasant. His fingering was.

Then he diverted my urine flow (and my concentration) with his thumb! Piss sprayed everywhere as he stemmed the tide at my urethra. My thigh highs turned sepia, with yellowed vines entwining in rivulets down my legs. His sleeves sagged under the wetness, and a saffron sheen dripped from his bifocals. This was that for which he thirsted, as his conduit vomited his dishwater into my hair. MY HAIR! 

"Silky, Silky, Silky! My God, that was good! I believe your little legal issues will disappear. But maybe this should stay between us. George doesn't need to know, you think?"

"Not from me... don't worry about that. Just get me a cab and show me the back way out."



Silky Adventures #16



Chapter #16

Taking the Train to New Orleans

I'm Silky -- I'm Over 18 and I live with Jessica & George -- I've got all that stuff in my other diary entries, ooops, I mean fantasies.

We went to New Orleans earlier this year, for a long weekend. It wasn't Mardi Gras, but that's not really the best time to see the Crescent City, anyway; too crowded, too drunk.

I have to say that riding the train is very nice. We parked our car about 50 feet from the tracks, and a porter took our bags from that spot to our seats. We didn't have to do anything!

We had a first class cabin; it has two beds and a private bath. There are huge windows and you can walk from one end of the train to the other! And there is a dining car, and all the food is free. An airplane is very nice for some things (like mile-high stuff) but it is really great to be able to walk down to lunch.

We carried a big basket of fresh fruit (No vegetables, I can't let George get any more ideas like that.) After the first giddy excitement wore off, and after about an hour of listening to my iPod (I have one of the new Nanos that has a camera in it.) I got bored. Bored. Bored. Jessica was dozing, and this bubble of spit started coming in and out of her mouth. I took four pictures of her, she will kill me when she sees them on Facebook. George was asleep, too. Bored, Bored. 

So I took my panties off and put them over Jess's head, and took pics of that for a while, but she was still asleep. So I ate an orange, but half-way through I had an idea. I carefully cleaned one section of it, and slowly inserted it in J's nostril. Wonderful picture! 

She still didn't wake up, so I jerked her panties off (she actually had some on, for a change) and put the orange section right between her labia. It was hard to take a photo, because I didn't have a flash, but I liked it. The color of her shaved sex contrasted nicely with the ocherous hue. 

She had one little pubic hair she had somehow missed in her obsessive pruning, so I grabbed it and jerked it out. I was just helping. She woke up then, and didn't appreciate the seriousness of my boredom. Her noise woke up George, and then everyone was mad at me, like I did something wrong! 

So that's why I got banned from my own car! I was wearing this outfit I loved; it has a tight black top that shows my shoulder blades in back, and almost as much in front. But the Skirt! It is like a Hawai'in grass skirt, except it's not grass, it's cotton. Is that a grass? It's a plant, I use organics only, except for hose, 'cause they don't make those from plants. But I'm pretty sure the Polynesians used leaves or something different from cotton... Anyway,

Did I mention it's all black? The skirt part has little horizontal fibers so it stays in place, but when I walk you know you are seeing through it, when it sways. It's real lacey. I put on white short shorts under it, so it's even more evident that the skirt is full of openings. I also wear black panties under the shorts; I wouldn't wear black under white except with these, because people looking at my ass can't really tell what's what.

I stomped to the dining car. Free food, right? So I got a double large order of fries with ketchup, and tried to eat my way out of a bad mood. I piled them in squares like a little log cabin. I made a teepee with ketchup on top. I made a fort to protect the settlers from the Indians who lived in the teepee. I made some dead Native Americans and covered their bodies with 'blood.' I dropped a handful in my lap!

Ketchup doesn't show on black, but does it ever on white! I grabbed my napkin, stuck it in my water glass and tried desperately to wipe it off. I pulled my skirt up and rubbed as hard as I could on my crotch. Movement caught the corner of my eye, and I looked up to see a pair of waiters in starched white coats who were immobilized and exopthalmic.

"What?" Ok, I was being a bitch. "It's not what you think! I'm not frigging myself!" 

They scurried away with that, and I gave up, shucked the pants, and piled them under my napkin. Let the bus-boy figure that out! I wanted to go back to my cabin. So I did.

The shade was pulled down, but there was a tiny crack, and I peeked in. I had already texted Jess about a hundred times, with no response. Maybe they were still asleep. But when peeked, I saw George's ass moving up & down in a very specific manner. 

They were fucking! Without me! I edged around a little, and I could see Jessie's blonde hair flowing down the side of the bed. George was holding her upper arms, and pounding away. Her extremely long legs were wrapped where her heels were caught right at his butt. The little slut was humping up to meet every thrust, pounding herself against his wonderful silken rod while he drove into her to his hilt. It was so not fair! She got to cum while I stood in the corridor. 

I snuck one finger just barely beneath my panties and rubbed myself just enough to reinforce my frustration. Here I was, pussy lips all wet and swollen, no pants, willing, Hell, eager to fuck him, and I've been dumped out of the room. Not fair! About then I saw his cheeks clench as I'm sure he flooded her loose whore cunt with his magical effluence. What should have been fire in my loins was anguish. I ran to hide my tears.

I took pictures of the train, and the hallway, and the bathroom. After I had wandered forever in the train, I saw a sign on a door that said "No Admittance -- Authorized Personnel Only." Hey, I'm in First Class, which makes me authorized, right? So I went in. 

The rooms we rode in were castles compared to this rubbish heap. Bunk beds and dirt. But there were some guys in the back, sitting around a table. I crept up, and they were playing poker. George loves poker, and Jess (the cunt) and I play with him all the time. We always play 'for real,' 'cause he says that we need to be serious about what we bet. We are very good. The stakes are higher than you would dream.

"Hiya guys! Can I play?" I asked.

"Miss, you shouldn't be back here," a tall black man said.

"Wait, Joe." Another porter said. "You got money?"

"J.D., it don't matter what she gots, she can't be back here."

"I don't have any money, but I'll play for my clothes." The other conversations stood still. I think I heard a cricket chirping somewhere.

"For your clothes?" Joe finally whispered.

"Dawg, we can't do this. You gone get us motherfuckers fired!" Another guy interjected.

"Yeah. He's right. Sorry, ma'am, but you needs to get on up about yo business." Joe appeared to be the natural leader.

"You don't want to touch these?" I cupped my breasts. "Just a little tiny bit? Just one little touch? Just once? Just, just like one time?" I squeezed and rolled my shoulders. "You gotta see 'em before you can touch 'em."

Joe licked his protuberant lips slowly, calculating. He took a shuddering breath, and let it out slowly. His eyes never left my tits. 

"Deal her in," he said.

"Yeah! I'll start with my shoes." I slipped my slippers onto their table, and sat in a vacant chair.

They all decided to join in on this, and soon were wheeling tickets to all of us. I had two pair, but I folded. 

"Guess I'll have to bet my shirt," I said, and dumped it in the pile. I don't think anyone there would have heard a gunshot had one been fired.

In ninety minutes or so, I was sitting there in my underwear, with my clothes and all of theirs in a pile at my side. This might not totally mitigate my pain, but it helped. I smiled my brightest when J.D. angrily dropped his jockeys in my stack.

"Ready for another hand?" I asked.

"What we gone bet with, woman? You got our uniforms and our paychecks."

"Have you ever heard of 'betting your ass'?"

So that's why I had Joe bent over the table whacking his butt with his own belt. Hey, it felt good to blow off some steam. With every slap he sucked in a breath, and his male package bounced.

"I always thought black guys were proud of their size," I laughed. "That thing's about as shriveled as a shoelace."

"Let me whip yo pink little ass and I'll show you a hard black cock," he said.

"You got plenty of condoms?" I asked. George is big on condoms.

So that's why I was bent over the same table, roles reversed, letting Joe vent his frustrations on my backside, which was now more red than pink. He was truthful, as a mighty mast of meat had risen from the dead once he was in control of the belt. Several others were vying for a chance to give me my first taste of the dark side. I slipped my pale little hand around the velvet ink of J.D.'s swollen member. It certainly felt like a white cock, just darker. I titillated his engorgement with my middle finger, rubbing that special spot under the head. 

"That is a mighty fine dick, I have to say," I growled.

"What the Fuck is going on in here?" An angry male voice bellowed.

Apparently Mr. Davis was the head conductor, or boss somehow over these other guys. He walked in on a group of naked African Americans gathered in a cluster with erections all pointing at a tiny little defenseless and disrobed carrot head -- me. Apparently they were beating me with a belt, a prelude to rapine. Mr. Davis was not happy. 

"Sir, your daughter accidentally got into a restricted area. I need for you to confine her to your cabin except for meals, sir." I hid behind the boss's back, as I thought George would be really mad. 

"Silky, thank God you're ok! We were worried about you!" He hugged me tight. George wouldn't say that just to sound good in front of others. He said it, he meant it. Jessie even had tears running down her cheeks, as she joined the group hug. I knew he wasn't mad after the Davis guy left, as Jess began to ravish me with her tongue. 

She fed me a section of an orange with her mouth, pushing it into mine like it was part of her. As I opened for it, I bit down, and our lips meshed as the sweet juice flowed. I swallowed, and licked the excess off her mouth as she did mine. We devoured a whole fruit, one section at a time. When we finished we were both covered with citrus nectar, and had to do lots of lapping to get things clean. My heart was also restored, back with my people. George, as always, loved our shows.

As he peeled away my clothes, he found the belt marks.

"How did you get these?" He wondered aloud.

"I played 'bet your ass' just like we do at home. I wound up on the wrong end."

Well, rubbing and petting my sore spots soon led to a very nice situation. Jessica and I continued to make out, while Mr. G slid under us. I watched his hard member slip into J's slot as I felt his tongue probe my asshole. She was riding him hard, and our nipple ornaments clinked together in a happy family rhythm. His handle coruscated in the light as it pulled in and out between complete penetrations. 

I broke lip lock long enough to murmur, "Yess, yes, lick my ass hole just like that."

My words tipped the scale for him as he exploded his consommé into Jess. I folded back and let her rotate to sit on my face, so that she could tighten her abdomen and force his fluids, and hers, into my delighted mouth. The taste of orange, strawberry, Jessie's juices, and George's ambrosia were the tastes and smells of home. He waers Jil Saunder's 'Background' and I always know the smell. My heart swelled. George began to give me fatherly licks and kisses between my legs. (It's fatherly in my family!) I couldn't stop smiling with joy.

As I washed all the gang's combination down my throat, I looked overhead, between her legs, and saw the platform of the Hushpuppy, Mississippi, train station slide into view. A dozen people were avidly watching Jessie's nude buttocks with my red hair and very red face between her thighs.



Silky Adventures #17



#17 Family party down in New Orleans

The trip down was wild, as I said in my last adventure. You really should read 1-16 to understand who we all are, because Jessica is my sister/lover and George is my father/uncle/lover and it's complicated.

We stayed at the Inn on Bourbon Street, right in the French Quarter. I love the party atmosphere there, like anything could happen. Our room was on the second floor with a balcony, so we could watch and be watched from the street. George likes to watch.

If you've never been there, the densely packed crowd on the street always wants strip shows. Anybody with tits, and even some without, will hear screams of "Show 'em! Show 'em!" 

Usually it's drunken college girls who flash the audience, only to be mortified when they are untagging their pictures on Facebook. Jess and I don't drink (we're not legal, even if George would let us) but we like to dance and show off, so we were on the 'stage' with ginger ale that had maraschino cherries in it to look alcoholic. We waved, and wiggled, and incited while Mardi Gras Beads flew like bats in the dusk around us. Finally I 'accidentally' spilled my drink on my very white tee shirt, and silly me, I was wearing no bra! 

The pack howled! Jess stepped behind me, Amazon that she is, and jerked my shirt up so that the masses got a good look. "Marry me!" washed over us. I turned to 'struggle' with her, and she jerked my elastic waist shorts-with-no-panties to my ankles. The roar was explosive! I retaliated, and soon we began a 'cat fight' with only one purpose; to have us both undressed.

When we were sufficiently disrobed, like, totally, the mob was frenzied. Then we turned to face each other and began to slowly suck each other's tongues, with long slow supple strokes. I swear some of those guys had their dicks in their hands. The beads were piling up like snowdrifts over our railing. We faced the throng, curtsied, and backed into our room, where George was waving his manhood in anticipation.

I always have to do the tit fucks. I've got more tit. So I bent over and wrapped his shaft with my melons.

"Silky, God, your skin is so soft!" He liked the sensation.

I held them together, and slowly slid up and down his tumescence, offering soft pouty lips to his head at the top of each stroke. My little tongue lapped against his glistening nugget with every move. He groaned his arousal and I purred in response. It was not my intention to soon alleviate his needs, but rather to torment him as long as possible.

Jessica brought out my birthday present, which was a strap-on for her to wear while she fucked me with it. It is double ended, so it slides up into her and she gets as much as she gives. Why exactly this is MY present is not clear to me, but it certainly could rub nice places. So while I was trying to focus on going slowly she was hammering away for her own nefarious pleasures.

We passed some delectable time in this activity; something less than a day, but more than the twinkling of a single eye, I'm sure. We all knew how it would end; only the order was not part of the rubric. In this case, Jess began her familiar cursing, somehow getting a few sacrilegious Russian phrases in as she clamped around her handle. George was the next to go, and I had the pleasure of his consolation and his effusion all to myself. I watched as his alabaster latte sprayed over my breasts. I would share the clean up with my beloved sister. 

Then my own paroxysms caught me, and carried me away. 

The game plan was for us to go to a costume party. I told you the Big Easy never gets dull. It happened that Betto Almeida, the famous Brazilian body painter, was visiting, so we were eager to be costumed in paint, and only paint.

I chose a peacock feather mask all in Mardi Gras colors (green, purple, and gold). It sticks out about a foot to either side, and I'm almost 6' tall with it on. It's really cool! Jess got one like it, only hers looks like flowers, in the same colors. Mine is mostly purple, hers is mostly green.

Mr. Almeida started by discussing my pussy. Why do I always have to have these conversations? 

"Must be shavad. Can not put de paint on hair."

"Silky, you've gotta groom your grotto," Jessie smiled like she had won a prize. She loves to make me barber my bush!

"I don't see why I can't have a little hair mixed in. Why do I always have to be the one to give in? Someday you're going to have to let yours grow out for like a month!" I wrapped my arms across my chest and beetled my brows. "Damn, it's just not fair."

"Silk, if you dyed it, it wouldn't be red anymore. What's the point if any girl could have one just like yours?" Jessie can read me like a book. I caved, and shaved.

So we began the dressing. First an assistant used an airbrush all over. My first color was green. The airbrush was cold going on. Funny on your arms, exciting on your nipples, downright weird on your nether regions! They spray up to your collarbone. Then he came back with a gold spray and did me in a variegated pattern. Pretty soon I looked like a harlequin. 

Then the strange part, as the master used an artist's brush (duh!) and painted feathers all over me in shades of purple. The sensation of a tiny wet spot stroking a half-inch at a time all across your breasts and down your abdomen differs from anything else I've felt. When he got to placing down in the place where I should have had pubic hair, I became very embarrassed and very wet. He must be used to this, as he ignored it. 

He decorated my thighs with images of sweeping plumage, with every tiny fiber drawn in. I thought I would come in his face! Holding still has never been harder! And of course I had to stand with my legs apart for an hour to make sure it was all dry. The paint got dry faster than I did.

Then he started on my face. It was like having George 'draw' on me with his finger-tip. Oh, God, erotic! The base paint is pretty much make-up, but then the little tear-drops and parallelograms under my lips and cheeks. Wet all over again, and afraid it would make my paint run! The ultimate step was spraying me (eyes closed) with quick drying glue, and then with glitter, especially my eyelids and lashes. I sparkled!

Finally, finally he finished, and then I did my hair and put on my mask. The paint matched exactly, and even I couldn't tell the place where the mask ended and the paint began. I transformed into a magnificent multi-chromatic fowl in a woman's form, with a tightly feathered crotch and boobs, and a spread of wings elsewhere. 

Since there was one artist and two of us, I had to stand around wasting time and not getting messed up while he created a garden with Jessica as his canvas. In spite of it all, I was impressed; sis's display was almost as cool as mine. We looked pretty damn good!

Walking with a big head dress on requires balance; one of the only places where being shorter than J is an advantage. We went through crowds like whirlwinds; everybody stood back open mouthed, staring. But the only clothes we wore were our masks and our shoes! To quote Pope (according to Jessie) "[we] moved goddesses and... looked queens" 

George beamed with pride. We certainly gleamed as little jewels for him! We danced for hours, and even the Tango doesn't smear the paint once it's dried, which is good, because I'd hate to have to choose between paint or Tango. We became his daughters Gracchi that night. We wanted to just orbit around him, but as always, busy, busy man. He sat and talked to dull people for ages while we whirled. He danced with a woman who was fatter than Sister Cabrini who used to whip me at Immaculate Mother School. We were so animated we were giddy when we finally had him alone, and walked down the street, showing everyone how important our daddy was. 

If you've never been to New Orleans, you've missed going to the Café du Monde in the wee hours. The three of us sat down, costumes and all, at 2 am. Beignets covered with powdered sugar and coffee or milk tastes better than ambrosia after a long party. The seats are cold on a naked ass, by the way. But the most blasé group on earth lives there. No one batted an eye or spared a glance our way.

When we got back to our room, George had one request. He really wanted each of us, one at the time, in full array. When will he ever get to fuck a feathered crotch again? We even kept our masks on. I became a bird of paradise as I wrapped downy serpents around him, and flapped my wings. 

I became a white dove as I screamed "Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, ooh."

I sang out my petite mort as I faded away, and then, as a miracle, I warbled as a purple phoenix, rising from my own ashes as George led me to the Promised Land again! OMG what a night!

It had been a long and tiring evening for all of us, and apparently George had outdone himself, as he hesitated before entering Jessica's Garden of Delights. She bent to use her magic mouth, but even that seemed to fail, when I had an idea! My present was in the drawer. Quick as a wink I had it internalized and cinched, and lubed from cusp to nib.

George is not one who routinely goes for back door entry, but this was, after all, a special night. I slid between his cheeks and he realized my intentions. As soon as I began to drill, the derrick rose, and I led the operation, forcing both to my patterns and speed. After tilling the flower bed, he geysered milk, a milk more desired than any sweet light crude. His moment led to hers, and I proudly watched my family come together as he was sandwiched between the flowers of the earth and the birds of the air.

The train left at 6 am, so all we could do was scrub, scrape, wash, and rinse. We managed to get there with shorts and tee shirts and not much else, and slept the sleep of angels all the way home.



Silky Adventures #18



Adventures of Silky #18

Silky is punished

If ever there were a moment of regret, I certainly felt it when George, my owner/lover/father confronted me standing beside Jessica my sister/lover.

"You lied to me, Silky." He wasn't even loud. He looked like stone.

"I didn't lie!" But volume could not persuade, and we both knew I had led him to a false conclusion, by whatever means.

"You led me to a false conclusion."(Like I said)"You implied you lost at 'bet your ass' on the train." Carved stone.

"I didn't have my medicine! It wasn't my fault!" How trite I sounded.

"So what was the plan? Were you going to cluster fuck all the porters in the caboose?" Ash pale carved stone.

I thought of saying "Never in the caboose" and grabbing my ass, but George was in no mood for fun. "I didn't have a plan. It just sorta happened."

"You enticed the entire staff of that train into playing poker with you, sandbagged them so that you stole their clothes and money, flogged them, and then dropped your own britches and let them flog you. Is that about right?" Ash pale carved stone with not a flicker of feeling.

"Not the entire staff... but most of them, I guess. I did win at poker, like you taught us."

"Did you think a gang of men whom you had humiliated and literally beaten might rape you if you made yourself available? Did you think at all?"

"I wanted to see how big a black man's penis was, is all." I couldn't look at him. Jess stared at the floor as well. She knew the story, but neither of us saw it as a big deal. I didn't actually DO anything, after all.

"Silky, my sweet baby, you put yourself in a position where you could have been really hurt. That I couldn't forgive." Ash pale carved stone with a little catch in his voice. He was really upset. 

"This calls for extreme measures, baby girl. No sex before Friday. No touching yourself, or rubbing anything against your pussy, or your pussy against anything. I want you to drip dry when you pee. I'll watch you in the showers, and spray you, but I won't touch you either. Jessie is not to even be alone with you, or touch you, or help you." Am I clear?

Wow!

"Furthermore, you will wear no undies of any sort; no bras, no panties, not even a slip. You are expressly forbidden to think about sex. Not if the breeze blows under your skirt, not if a hot guy smiles at you, not if you develop an itch between your legs. Do not think about Jessica and me sleeping naked in the big bed while you are alone in your room. Do not remember passionate times. No sex!" He finally got a little animated.

"Yes sir." I kept my eyes down, I knew I was in serious trouble.

Have you ever tried to NOT think of something? Lying in bed in a teddy all alone and cold, I tossed and turned, and desperately tried to avoid the taboo subject in my head. I heard Jess's moaning and blasphemies wafting down the hall; they didn't even close the door! I reached for Mr. BigBear, and then threw him away like a firebrand as I remembered the indecencies I had performed with him. He was my first mastubatoree!

I thought of the train ride, and the way I had sucked (well, not sucked, tricked) the black men into thinking them would get to touch my body; well, they had touched my body. In fact, I had held one midnight penis and tickled it under the chin. Can't think of this!

Would I have fucked them? Would I have let them take turns stretching my tight white pussy with their massive ebony staffs? Is that what I had wanted? Think of something else!

I grabbed my iPod. 

"Afternoon delight." NO!

"Alejandro." NO!

"All Summer Long." NO!

"21 things I want in a lover." NO!

"Closer." NO! NO!

"Fuck me pumps." It's all sex and drugs – it's rock and roll! But then the tangos get me hot, and blues remind me of New Orleans. ARGH!!!

After a poor night sleep I got up and got ready for class. First, there's clothes. With a 'total no undies' rule I couldn't wear anything that was sheer, or white, or too tight. My shorts tickled my labia, my blouse rubbed my nipples. ARGH!!! 

I went to breakfast. There's George and Jess, both looking like people who had had sex 3 times the night before (I counted!) and both of them shunned me. At school, walking rubbed my pussy. Sitting was cold, reminding me I was panty-less. The wind ruffled my shirt-front, toying with my breasts, which bounced with every step I took carrying my back-pack. ARGH!!!

The guy who sits across from me in botany kept making eye contact and smiling. He was dimples, and when he smiles, I twitch down.... ARGH!!! And Osteology! Craig still got a little dreamy eyed whenever he saw me, and he winked and blew me a kiss when no one was looking. He truly is hot! When we screwed against the wall... ARGH!!!

Between classes, I had to tinkle, so I hit the ladies in the Turner Building. I wadded some paper in my hand, and then remembered, 'drip dry.' How would he ever know? Could I bare-assed lie to him? Would I? I sat as urine dripped off my lips, and shuffled uncomfortably around. No touching. ARGH!!!

By bed time I was miserable. And then those damn moans and screams again. That Goddamned Viking whore, can't she cum quietly for once!! I dreamed: George's cock, emptying inside me; Jessica's cunt, and her taste as she came; the feel of lips on my clit, and not knowing which one it was... I woke in a sweat. Maybe if I rubbed myself just a little... NO! ARGH!!!

As you can imagine, by Friday I was a mess. My little lips weren't pouty, they were insane with swelling; I left a trail of juices behind me when I walked, and I was pretty sure I was stinky. Jess came and got me, and I followed her to George's room.

"I hope you're getting the message, Silk," he said. Was I!

"If you will, take off your clothes and lie down on your back, please." 

What is this polite shit? I ripped them off and jumped in position. George dropped his pants and knelt between my legs. He placed his rigid tool carefully along the length of my labia, and started rubbing against me.

"Aren't you going to put it in?" I panted and begged.

"Oh, no. I'm having sex on you, but not with you. You're still off limits."

With that he motioned Jess over, and she wrapped her hand around his member. She slid up and down the pole, and her knuckles rubbed my clit! I was naked, underneath George, he was humping on top of me, and his balls were slapping my ass... what's wrong with this picture?

"Please, I'll never lie again. Please fuck me, please!" 

But my cries feel on deaf ears, as they continued to torture me with the minute touch of her junction tantalized me. Occasionally she would pause and push the shaft of his cock completely between my lips, or maneuver the head like a pointer to trace out my perineum. Agony! Her pace increased until I felt his cock stiffen and then the wonderful heat of his effusion on my belly, in my navel, between my breasts, and even a few drops on my chin.

Was I never to have succor? 

The evil Germanic bitch bent over me, never looking in my eyes, and her long blonde hair traced along my thighs. God, they were mean! Then, oh Heaven, her wondrous soft lips kissed my clit, and began to nibble. It took all of 30 seconds for me to be in a full blown orgasm. Jess swirled her tongue along my body, sucking his seed into her mouth. When she was completely laid out on top of me, she licked my chin, and then delivered my share into my mouth. 

We coated each other's mucous membranes with the ivory elixir, and then she whispered against my lips. "Silky, please don't do this again. I've missed you so much – and your vulvae have a loathsome flavor. Let's go take a bath!+



Silky Adventures #19



Some readers have complained that Jessica stays in the background too much. This is all her, so technically it's not my adventure, but I have the account, so I get the credit. Ha!

A letter arrived at George's office, and he gave it to us, now you can read it, too.

Dear George:

I wanted to say thanks, but that's not enough. I felt that I should tell you all of the story.

HOME, THE LAST DAY:

Today I signed the final papers to sell my company. After 40 years, it's time someone else took command, but my children have their own lives and don't want it. 

I sold it to a guy named George ******* who I really like. He is a very bright young man who seems to be both truthful and concerned about others. He is raising two adopted daughters, and he talks about them constantly. He says they are the center of his world. That's how it was with me and Beth when ours were little. 

It was hard to walk out the door for the last time, but these old bones need a rest. The new generation has the wheel now. So I felt a little morose as I dropped into my old chair to watch the news; a habit, none of it mattered much to me.

The doorbell rang, and Beth was as usual somewhere in the other side of the house, so I stepped to the door. I thought my old heart would stop, because my daughter stood there! Not her, but her as she was at twenty. Beautiful, long blond hair, cerulean eyes, perfect teeth. She came to my nose, a good 5'6", always taller than her mother. 

I wouldn't have let my daughter go out in those clothes, tho'. My God, I could see her areolae and her nipples. Was she bra-less? And the skirt was so short I blushed to look! But legs like Jane's. So long that another yard of cloth would still not cover them. I could hardly breathe. I dropped my eyes and noticed blue toenail polish. Did my kids do that?

"Mister Conklin?" She asked, only it dripped out of her mouth at half speed, more like "My es ter Con ka lynn?" She didn't grow up in the Midwest.

"Yes, I'm Arthur Conklin," I replied. "Can I help you?"

"George wanted me to deliver what he called a bonus, because he said you were such a nice guy."

That sounded like George. Bet it was a bottle of Scotch. Good Scotch. She was holding something behind her back, and it was impossible to not notice the way her breasts stood out. Had I ever stared at Jane like this? Or even Beth, tho' I must have at one time.

"May I come in, please?"

"Of course. You're such a pleasant surprise my manners have run away." I held the door for her, and closed it behind her. Her smell intoxicated me more than any vintage she could carry. This was a knock-out of a girl!

"Here, Mr. Conklin, for you, Sir." She handed me a package, nicely wrapped, the size of two liters of Scotch. George is a generous man! "Where do you want me?"

"Excuse me?" I didn't understand her.

"I've given you the first gift. My dance is the second. Then I'll have sex with you, that's number three." She apparently understood what was happening better than I did.

Just then Beth came bustling out of the back, and was startled to see our guest. "Who is this, dear?" She asked in that half quizzical- half challenging tone that said I better have a reasonable answer.

The girl extended her hand before I could say anything. 

"I'm Jessica, Ma'am. George's daughter. He sent me over to bring your husband some gifts. He really likes Mr. Conklin." My mouth fell open as far as Beth's. George's adopted daughter? He saw the pictures of Jane in my office; surely he noticed the resemblance. 

"How lovely! Art, be a dear and open your present so this darling girl (meaning hot hussy) can go do young people things."

"Oh, he can't open the other two. This package is the first (she took it from me, and handed it to Beth) my dance is the second, and then I have sex with him." She smiled like an angel, as if this were a perfectly normal conversation.

"Did you say you were going to have sex with my husband?" Beth used her ominous timbre with a confused expression.

"Yes, ma'am. But you're welcome to join in. Or just watch if you'd rather." The gorgeous gal continued to grin. 

"No one has had sex with my husband in ten years, and it certainly won't happen tonight with you!" I rarely saw Beth so agitated. Unfortunately, her estimate was about right, if you didn't count a few furtive masturbations. Difficult when you can't get hard.

Jessica burst into tears! She collapsed on the couch, sobbing into her hands, not at all the way I expected her to respond.

"George will kill me! I promised him I could do this alone. My sister messed up a gift and he punished her so bad! What will I do?" She looked up pleading. "Please let me dance naked. Please?"

I heard part of that. "Does George mistreat you girls? By thunder, I'll have him arrested. I thought he was a respectable man!"

"Daddy is the best man in the world! He loves us to death, and we love him! I volunteered to dance for you, because he said I looked so much like your daughter." So George had seen the photo of Jane. 

"But dear, does he know you're offering yourself like this? Surely the liquor is the gift, not you." Beth tried to reason.

"No, I'm the gift. The Scotch is just for the Whiskey Dance. George said you looked like you needed to get laid, and he would know." 

She pointed those enormous blue eyes at me, and I felt like Alice in the rabbit hole, falling forever. Then she bent her head and her shoulders shook with her sobs. I couldn't handle that when Jane was little, and I can't handle it now. "Beth, can't you talk to this....this girl?" 

I stood in the hall. OK, I eavesdropped, but I couldn't walk away.

"You cannot be serious about all of this, Miss...uh, Jessica!"

"Yes'um. My sister Silky and I do this for special friends of George's. He doesn't make us do anything. Well, except not wear panties, but I'm wearing some now."

"But you can't...you can't....you simply cannot just come in here and take off your clothes. And the sex is impossible." Sadly, I agreed with her.

"Are you telling me –she dropped to a whisper – he can't perform?"

"Sadly, my dear, yes." 

"I have these," she offered a familiar blue diamond pill from her purse.

"That's kind, but his heart... they say he can't use those."

"Well, then can I dance? I do a striptease. It won't hurt him or anything will it?"

"You are a very sweet child. I think that with selling his business and all a little strip tease would cheer him up."

"Can I ask a question about the sex stuff, ma'am? I don't want to be rude, but is there anything...any...well is there stuff ya'll especially like? Or, I'm sorry, liked? Sex stuff?"

"I was happy with the normal activities," Beth said. "Arthur, like most men, was always inflamed by perversity."

"You mean like a foursome with twin tattooed dwarves and a tranny doing scatology stuff?" Jessica was horrified.

"I don't even know what that IS. He once suggested, when he was very drunk, you understand, that he would enjoy....sodomy." I could hear the disgust in Beth's voice. I had gotten drunk enough to ask her for anal? Boy, I don't remember that!

"Oh, wow! I can do sodomy!" Jessica's smile radiated with her voice.

"Well, Jessie, I can call you that, mayn't I? He can't. I would even agree to it, but he is...unable." On that sad note I returned to the room.

Jessie had one of those tiny electronic devices that I can barely see, much less operate. In no time she had it connected to speakers the size of dough-nuts, and with remarkable sound. Technology!

Then to my amazement, a beautiful old Tango filled the air. "Beth, remember this? We used to dance to this all the time! Let's try again!" 

"Do it with the young one, I think she can move better."

So after more than a quarter of a century, I found myself in the arms of a delightful girl – no, definitely woman – moving to the Argentine beat. I quickly realized I had forgotten a lot, and that she was doing things I didn't know. But she taught me, I remembered some, and eventually we actually finished a dance. She danced like she was on ball bearings – any move I made was effortlessly followed; sort of like driving an expensive sports car. I just didn't know many moves.

"Come on, Missus Conklin, join us. I can dance the lead."

"Oh, child, my knees can't bend like yours," she tried to make excuses.

"Bull Shit! You can too!" And Jessica swept Beth into a close embrace and began a basic eight count tango. Beth stumbled a little, and then began to remember the groves. Jess slowly but relentlessly pushed her to moves and more moves – paradas, ganchos, sacadas; she was rusty, but she started moving. Soon Beth and I managed the most romantic dance we'd had in twenty years, and my feelings for her engulfed me. This was the woman I loved.

By now, Jess was standing on our kitchen table, sinuously swaying to the music, which included new tangos I'd never heard before. As she moved, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, pulled it a few times across her back, and threw it on my head. That perfume was an aphrodisiac. She shimmied out of her skirt in time to the music, never missing a beat. 

She kicked it to Beth! Jess was wearing a bra, if that was the word. It was just lace, and she reached behind her back in that way women have in their genes, and unhooked it, sliding it down her arms and into my lap. Her tits were astounding. Smooth, round, full, just a little too heavy to point straight out. She had a silver ring pierced thru her right nipple, something women never did when I was young.

Now she turned her back to me, and presented an ass of truly awe-inspiring proportions; men have died for less. She wore a tiny thong that just covered her pudenda, and then slowly slid it down as she shifted from hip to hip. A final bend at the waist, and she expertly shot them into Beth's amazed face. My wife was becoming more captivated, in spite of herself.

Then began the Whiskey Dance; Jessie presented parts of her body and poured 21 year old Glenlivet into my mouth off her body. At first she put a finger in my mouth and dribbled the intoxicating drink over her hand. She did the same to Beth. She rocked back and did leg crossing I can't describe, but her labia opened and closed, vertical fish mouths blowing kisses. When she crouched down and spread her knees, I was staring into a soft, moist vagina, pink and engorged, that winked at me as she opened and closed her knees.

She stood, and bent at the waist. Now one perfect breast hung like a grapefruit from some dream tree, dangling right above me. The silver ring lowered to an inch from my mouth, and with a twist she was able to run rivulets of single malt into my mouth directly from the ring. My tongue had a mind of its own, and groped out to enter, and tug on, that ring, which pulled the whole nipple into my mouth. 

I started feeling a long lost sensation. A stirring, a swelling. I felt as if 30 years of late night's overworked concretion was loosening; an encrustation I believed could never leave shattered in shards of mythic bonds, and my penis began to engorge. I freed it, so I could have the pleasure, even if fleeting, of holding it full in my hand once again.

Now Jessica, my cherub, turned and began to rub my lips with her toe. Sensuous in itself, but expanded by the small golden river of expensive booze running down from her crotch to my mouth. No whiskey was ever sweeter. Beth leaned her cheek against mine, and the toe fed one and then the other of us. Beth caressed my bulging hose with a hand that had been a stranger there for many years.

Jess gleefully saw it, and dropped to cover it with a warm lubricant. She motioned Beth over, and said, "Why don't you put this in me?" She gyrated so that her ass was spread before me.

Beth was shell shocked, but more engrossed every minute, so she guided my missile into the tight pink target, which gave readily to a little pressure.

Never in all my years, including a few exploits Beth doesn't need to know, have I had a warmer, tighter ring encircle my manhood. Probably this delusional world arose from a fatal heart attack, and this time I had died. And surely gone to Heaven! I stroked in and out a few times, getting my sea legs again, and could not breathe from the intensity of the sensation.

Beth stared and tentatively touched my shaft. "Art, you're hard!"

"You better believe it!"

"Put that in me, dear. I never did let you, and now this miracle, this girl with the whiskey tattoos, has given us another chance. Fuck me up the ass, Art, we may never get another night like this."

Jess slid me out of her, and with some quick gymnastics was able to steady my cock, my proud swollen cock, into the virgin ass of my darling Beth, My wife of 40 years.

No wonder I wanted to do this before! Beth was just as tight, just as hot as the teenager's benediction had been. I grasped her hips, and pounded like there was no tomorrow – and there certainly might not be. Beth swayed beneath me, and pushed actively back against me, more involved in our sexual congress than I could ever remember from the past. After only a few ephemeral moments, I felt her clinch around me, and moan as she orgasmed from ass fucking!

That was too much for me, and I poured semen that was probably created when Nixon was President into her anal passage. I followed that with Ford, Carter, Reagan, and was fast approaching Clinton, and maybe even Obama when I finally ran out of drippings and fell from her back door.

"Beth, my God, did you cum?"

"Like I've never cum before! Art, you made me cum from fucking me up the ass!" She rolled the words out to taste them; they were very new in her mouth. Her face showed the look of shepards seeing Angels.

I looked around, and Jessica had disappeared. I don't know when she left, but she did her job. I not only got laid that night, I've gotten laid four more times since then; but who's counting?

Thank you George, more than I can ever express, from both of us.

Yours always, Art & Beth