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The Virgin

By: bluzgoddess



We were sitting on my couch, watching some random movie on TV with the sound turned off so we could make our own soundtrack. Suddenly, there was a love scene in the movie... I saw this is as my prime opportunity to finally make a move on him.

I imitated the actress on the screen and moved in close to his neck, just barely brushing my lips against his skin. I felt him shiver against me and watched as the goose bumps rose to the surface of his skin. He took a deep breath and turned his face towards mine. I pushed his long hair back from his face and pressed my lips against his. They were so soft... I didn't know men could have such soft lips... I felt his arms circle around me as he slid his tongue past my lips. I wanted him so badly I could hardly stand it. 

I decided to make a bold move and I climbed on top of him straddling his lap. I could feel his hard on pressing against my thigh through his jeans. I grinded my hips into his... but he pushed me away quickly.

"There's something I need to tell you", he said, "I don't know where this is going...but I feel like you should know..."

I sucked in a deep breath, bracing myself for the worst. Thoughts of STDs and strange deformities were running through my mind. His cheeks turned a deep red and he lowered his eyes from my gaze, 

"I'm a virgin." 

I let out a huge sigh of relief, "Is that all? Well my dear, I can tell you now, you won't be a virgin for much longer!"

He smiled at me and kissed me again. I jumped off of the couch and pushed everything off of the coffee table. I brushed my lips against his ear and whispered, "What do you want to do to me? You can do ANYTHING..." 

He looked at me with an expression of shock, and then his shock turned into a sly grin... "Anything?"

"Anything."

He ran his fingers over the curves of my body and reached for the buttons on my shirt. Ever so slowly he undid them one by one to reveal the ruby red bra that I was wearing. He smiled with approval and squeezed my breasts with his hands, kneading them and pressing them together. He lowered his lips to my neck and kissed his way down to the space between my breasts. My breath started to quicken as I felt the amazing sensation of his tongue on my sensitive skin. My fingers caught in his hair and I pushed his mouth in harder to my chest. He ran his fingers under the straps of my bra and pulled it down, allowing my breasts to spill out of their confinement. He made a motion for me to sit down on the table and he kneeled down in front of me. Without wasting a beat his lips were wrapped around one of my nipples and his fingers were rubbing the other. I just barely felt his teeth graze the tip of my hard pink flesh and I felt a surge of pleasure run down my spine and end at my throbbing clit. 

Somehow he must have sensed it because his hands were finding their way down to my zipper. After struggling with my fly he finally got it undone and slipped my jeans off of my hips. Still keeping his lips on my nipple he reached down and pressed his palm against my moist cunt, applying the perfect pressure... I buried my face in his neck and begged him to touch me. With two of his long fingers, he pushed my underwear back so he could run one of his fingers against my lips. I let out a small cry and with that encouragement he slid the tip of his finger into my warm hole. I pushed my hips against his finger longing to feel more of it inside of me, he obliged and fit in a second finger and began to pump in and out of me. I bit down into his shoulder and pressed my breasts against his skin. He let out a low moan under his breath and started to finger me harder and faster. My hips moved in time with his movements and soon I was cumming on his hand. I was still having my orgasm when he quickly pulled off my panties and slammed his face into my wet pussy. He sucked on my clit with wild abandon and soon I was cumming again this time on his lips. I watched as he licked up every last bit of my cum and I told him to sit back on the couch, it was my turn to pleasure him.


He lay back and I tore off his jeans. His cock sprang forth from his boxers... it was so huge! His length was impressive, but his girth was amazing. I worried that I would never be able to fit all of it in my mouth, but I had to give it a try. I knelt before him and took his cock into my hand. I started slowly by just licking up and down the sides of his shaft, and then I put my mouth over his hot head. I could taste his precum on my tongue and I knew it was time to try to take him all in. I slowly lowered my mouth over his impressive dick, only getting it to fit in half way at first. But I continued to pump my mouth up and down and eventually I was able to fit all of him into my throat. He moaned loudly as his tender head pressed against the soft part of my throat and I could feel he was about to cum... but I wanted this to last for a long time.

I pulled myself away from his beautiful dick and worked his balls lightly in my hands to keep him hard, occasionally dipping my fingers into his ass and enjoying the expressions of pleasure on his face.

"So...what do you want to do now???"

He kissed me hard on the mouth and pushed me back onto the coffee table, "I want to...", he blushed, "I want to fuck you". 

Suddenly he looked very nervous. I opened my legs and pulled him in close to me. With a shaky hand he grabbed a hold of his dick and brought it up to the wet lips of my pussy. He ran the head of his dick over my slit getting it lubricated with my wetness, and placed his head to my opening. He gave me another nervous glance and pushed the tip of his cock into me. We both seemed to gasp at the same time. 

"I've never felt anything like this before..."

Slowly he slid all of it into me, I winced at the initial stretch it gave me, I'd never had such a wide cock before... but I adjusted quickly. Soon he was pumping into me freely with ease... I could taste the sweat on his skin as his thighs started to tense between mine. I was on the verge of orgasm as well, so I picked up the pace rocking my hips harder into his. He wrapped his arms around my body tightly and gave one last thrust as I felt his hot cum spill into me. My body shuddered with his with a force that blew my mind. 

We held onto each other gasping for air, clumsily kissing and tangling our tongues together. When we finally calmed down he looked at me with a wink and said, "You know, we should watch movies more often..." and I agreed.

The Virgin



Note: If you've read my other stories, you may notice a recurrence of names. I like using my first and middle names in my stories. That away I really get a feel for my writing. Like the others this is a fictional story.

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"This is it," I thought, "there's no turning back now." I was about to jump off of the bridge when a voice suddenly appeared behind me.

"What are you doing?" Came the heavenly voice. I turned and there was this beautiful Chinese girl.

"I'm tired of all the crap and pain that I am forced to put up with. The world doesn't care about me and I don't care about it. So I'm gonna jump off of this bridge because I can't stand the pain. So, would you please leave? I don't want my death on your conscience." I got ready to jump again when she spoke again.

"Please don't, think of your girlfriend…" I shook my head, "wife…" again I shook my head, "friends, family…" still again I shook my head.

"I don't have any of those. No woman can stand to look at me. I don't like to talk to people and all of my family is dead." I started to shake and cry.

"You're talking to me and I think that you are quite handsome. I can see in your eyes that you carry a deep sense of honor and passion."

"That's true," I said in between sobs, "I do carry both of those qualities with pride, but alas there is no one to share them with."

"How about me?" The young lady asked. "Why don't you climb off of there and you can share those qualities with me." I just chuckled. "What's so funny."

"I don't know you, you don't know me, and the minute I step down, you'll turn me in to the cops."

"No, I promise." I just snorted at this, "What's one without one's word." Weird, I was thinking the exact same thing at that moment. "Here, I'll add something else. How about we go back to my place and fool around a little. If you don't think that I'd be worth spending time with, I'll bring you back here and you can kill yourself."

"Why would you do something like that?" I asked.

"Because, like you I am without ma…anyone. I need someone also. What do you say?"

"If I'm gonna die, I don't want to die a virgin."

"You're a virgin?" She asked.

I sighed and nodded. "You have to sleep with me then. You can't die a virgin." The beautiful woman said excitedly. 

I nodded again and said, "Alright, I'll go with you."

It didn't even feel like five minutes when we were suddenly at her domicile. It was an older looking house, sort of creepy looking, but beautifully decorated on the inside. I quickly noticed two other equally beautiful Chinese women, drinking some kind of a red wine. The girl took me by the hand and led me up to the second floor to a beautiful room decorated in various gem type colors.

Immediately she planted a kiss on my lips, furiously licking all around. When she realized I wasn't doing anything she broke away, "What's wrong?" She asked

"Well, if you want me to fuck you, I at least want to know your name."

She smiled and said, "That's sweet. My name is Sun Lee. And yours?"

"Steve." I replied. She smiled again, her teeth were white as pearls, and she planted another kiss on me, which I happily accepted. She pushed me down onto the bed and without a moment's hesitation she literally tore all of my clothes off, but before I could do anything, she ripped her own clothes off, revealing her brownish skin, slim figure, her sort of small breasts, and her well trimmed pussy.

She sort of marveled at my hard cock, even though it was only about 6 inches long. Immediately she started to suck, like she was a pro or something. I was enjoying the excellent blowjob that she was giving me, but I started to furiously tap on her shoulder.

She looked up and I said, "It's not fair if I have all of the fun. Swing around her and we'll bring each other off." She managed to place her nice little pussy into my face while she kept my cock in her mouth. I plunged my tongue deep into her depths, enjoying the intense heat and the moans that I brought out of her. My wide tongue was an advantage, whenever I licked up, I was able to lick most of her pussy.

I found her little clit and immediately took it into my mouth, humming in different lengths and frequencies. Which got Sun Lee to suck harder on my cock and make her moan louder and louder. Before she knew what was happening to her, I bit down on her clitty and she spit my cock out and screamed as an intense orgasm took over her body. By the time she was finished my face looked as if it had been under a faucet.

"I want you to cum in my pussy." Sun Lee said after she had regained her breath.

"What if you get pregnant?" I asked.

"I'm barren." She replied sadly.

"That's a real shame." I said. She nodded and then raised herself above my awaiting penis and impaled herself. She let out a long and low moan. She bounced a couple of times, her moans growing louder every time.

I managed to grunt out, "I'm about ready to cum." She lay down on top of me while I still thrust into her, she started to furiously kiss and bite my neck in one area. Just when I was about to come, I felt this extremely sharp pain in my neck, but it was lost as I had an orgasm that I thought would explode my balls. As soon as I finished cumming everything started to darken and grow blurry. 

I felt cold inside. I felt like I was going to die. My eyes were soon just slits, and I could just barely see Sun Lee dragging my near lifeless body into her arms and squeezing me tightly against her. I saw something silvery and gleaming but couldn't see much after that. My eyes closed and as soon as I felt I was gone, something pressed against my lips, something soft and warm. The warmth traveled through my body bringing me back to life, healing me.

I was still very weak, but my eyes were opened most of the way now. I looked up and I saw Sun Lee, her mouth was open, and something red was glistening off of her teeth.

"I'm sorry that I didn't tell you before, but I'm a vampire." Sun Lee said.

"What do you mean, vampire?" I asked groggily.

"You know, like the blood-sucking vampires. I'm one of them. The two others that you saw downstairs are too, but they are followers. They follow me, their Queen."

"What have you done to me?" I asked.

"A vampire must drink virgin blood once every two hundred years or they will die. Thankfully, I chanced upon you and with your help, you allowed me to live for another two hundred years. I thank you for that."

"What have you done to me?" I asked again, with a little sincerity in my voice.

"I told you that I too am alone. I needed a mate and I choose you. I'm sorry to force this on to you."

"Why me?" I asked, my energy fading.

"We are like kindred spirits, we are very similar. That's what I've always wanted. Please forgive me."

"I…can't. Can…hardly speak." I choked out.

"Your body needs time to adjust to the change." Suddenly, out of no where, the two others appeared and I soon realized that I was in the air. "Where are you…taking…me." I managed to choke out.

"You will sleep in my coffin with me, my husband and lord. Tomorrow, you will be much better." I felt myself lifted into a box, I was starting to lose my sight now. I felt Sun Lee nibbling on my ear, and running her soft hand through my hair, and just before I faded away into unconsciousness I heard her say, "As the new master of our clan, you must be initiated by sleeping with the other female members. I moaned again and passed out.

To Be Continued...



The Virgin



The first class of the day was always the hardest. Joey was never able to get up and charged. It took too long to figure out where the hell he was and then to get his stuff together to even make the long trek to History 110. Rolling over in bed, Joey threw the blanket off and struggled to sit up. His roommate, Chris, was still asleep, the pillow over his head. What had he been thinking when he scheduled his classes? Going from high school to college was tougher than he thought. He stayed up too late partying with Chris, and never got up with the dawn the way he used to at home. But then again, he didn't stay up till 2:00 in the morning drinking beers when he was at home. Being only eighteen, that would have been a problem.

Joey grabbed his shorts and slid his feet into them. Standing, he pulled them up and just barely missed snagging an important part of his anatomy as he zipped them. Pulling on a polo shirt, Joey finally felt his head start to clear. Grabbing a pepsi out of the small fridge near his bed, Joey slugged that down, waiting for the caffeine to hit his system. Pushing everything into his backpack, Joey slipped shoes on his bare feet and headed out the door, slamming it so everyone else could feel his pain.

At 7:30 in the morning, there aren't that many other people alive on campus. Only the stupidest of freshmen who would definitely know better next semester. Joey climbed the stairs to campus and checked his watch. He had ten minutes to get across campus to his history class. He'd been late once before and Professor Dewey had threatened to cut him if he was late again. Joey broke out into a run.

Joey looked at his watch just as he opened the lecture hall door. Shit! He was five minutes late. Trying to sneak in, Joey slipped through the door and grabbed the first seat he found in the last row. Looking up at the podium, Joey's mouth dropped. That was definitely not Professor Dewey. A beautiful brunette, a goddess, stood at the podium. When she looked up at the class, she smiled. Her eyes looked around the room and settled on Joey.

"Excuse me, but you were late. For that, you get the worst torture. Come sit up in the front row, right here."

When she had singled Joey out he thought he was done for. Instead, she was making him sit down in front, closer to her. That's not torture. At least, not bad torture, he thought. 

Settling into the assigned seat, Joey grabbed his note pad and pen. He tried to concentrate on the lecture but he was too in awe of this woman. She explained to the class that Professor Dewey had been called away on family business and she'd be taking over this class for the rest of the semester. There weren't too many objections to that. Her name was Professor Ailene Marks. As she wrote the name on the board behind her, Joey's eyes looked her over. What an ass! Her skirt hugged her round bottom just right. Joey's eyes wandered further. Her legs were sculptured and tan. 

As she turned around, Joey's eyes surveyed the front of her again, this time with a better view. Her white blouse was opened just enough to give a good view of her neck and chest. Joey wished at that moment that he was Superman and had x-ray vision. Her chest was round and large. The only breasts Joey had ever seen were in movies or in Playboy. 

Professor Marks lectured for twenty minutes from the podium before making her way to the desk and sitting down. She turned in the chair just enough so Joey could see her crossed legs. Pulling the note pad over his lap, Joey tried to cover the bulge that was forming in his shorts. He'd forgotten to put any boxers on and his shorts weren't doing much to help the situation. After class, he'd have to skip his next class so he could find someplace to jack off and get rid of the huge erection forming in his lap at this moment.

Shifting his gaze again, Joey looked down at Professor Marks' legs just as she uncrossed her legs and switched the crossing angle. Joey thought he must be seeing things. When she uncrossed her legs, Joey could have sworn he'd seen that she wasn't wearing any panties. Joey watched again as she recrossed her legs. Damn! She wasn't wearing any panties! Joey had never seen a pussy close up but he damn well knew what one looked like. 

His erection was getting harder. Joey was finding it hard to concentrate on anything Professor Marks was saying. He could only focus on what she was doing. His fantasy played in his head as he watched her cross and uncross her legs, revealing her pleasure pot each time. As the lecture came to a close, Joey sat still and waited. He couldn't just up and run out. His hard on was too big for that. 

"Excuse me, but I need to talk to you for a moment."

Joey couldn't breath. Professor Marks needed to speak with him. How the hell was he going to explain the bulge in his shorts! He waited until everyone had left and then followed Professor Marks into the next room. The lecture hall would begin filling with the next class, so they were going to the side room, a small make shift office for Professor's to meet with students after class. Professor Marks closed the door behind Joey and then sat on the edge of the desk facing him. Joey stood still, his backpack hanging closely in front of him, covering his hard on.

"Your name is?"

"Joey. Joey Anderson."

"Joey, Professor Dewey warned me that you had a problem getting to class on time. What happened this morning? Too much drinking last night? A hot date keep you up?"

Joey almost laughed. A hot date! He wished. Right now, all he wanted was to find a hot date. 

"Um, well no and yes. Too many beers, and well, I just have a hard time getting up in the morning."

Professor Marks smiled.

"Well, it doesn't look like all of you has a hard time getting up in the morning, Joey."

Joey looked down. He hadn't noticed that his backpack had slipped out of his hand. The bulge in his shorts was enormous. Joey could feel his face getting red from embarrassment.

"Um, oh shit! I'm sorry, Professor, I um... oh fuck!"

Professor Marks laughed. 

"It's alright, Joey, it's really quite a compliment. I'm sure you and your girlfriend can take care of the situation, figure out some way to, shall we say, release the pressure."

"I wish! If I had a girlfriend, this wouldn't be so bad."

Did he really say that? Oh shit!

"No girlfriend, Joey? That's too bad. So it wasn't a late night with a hot date then that kept you up. Joey, you know you really shouldn't take early morning classes if you can't get out of bed in the morning, and especially if you're going to be horny first thing in the morning. Could cause problems."

Joey couldn't believe what she had just said, and she was crossing her legs again. Her skirt had hiked up and her thigh was exposed. Oh god! What creamy skin she had! 

"I'm sorry but I really didn't mean to be late. And as for being horny, well, I wouldn't be so horny if I wasn't a god damn virgin and you wore some damn panties. Everytime you cross your legs, I get a hell of a view."

Did that really come out of his mouth? Oh fuck!

Professor Marks smiled. 

"Well, Joey. You must be, what, eighteen? And still a virgin? Mmm, well. And no panties? Well, they just get in my way. You see, I hate clothes. Never wear them at home."

The visual image that jumped into Joey's head was unbearable. All he could imagine was Professor Marks naked, in the kitchen, the living room, the bedroom. His cock hardened again and he felt a twitch in his pants.

"What are you thinking about, Joey? What's causing all that action in your pants right now?"

Joey shook his head and looked at Professor Marks. She was smiling at him. His face flushed again.

"I bet I have an idea of what you were thinking about. Yep, I can tell from your expression that I'm right. Well, now I can't let you have false ideas in your head, can I? And I can't let you suffer this way, can I?"

Before he knew what was happening, Professor Marks was slipping off of the desk and standing in front of him. 

"Joey, are you truly a virgin?"

Joey nodded his head. No words would come.

"Have you ever had a woman touch you? Suck you?"

Gulp! Joey shook his head.

Professor Marks slipped down onto her knees in front of Joey. Looking down, Joey watched as Professor Marks, gently slid her hand up inside the leg of his shorts. He gasped a quick breath as he felt her fingers touch is swollen cock. He'd never felt anyone else's hand on his cock but his. Oh shit!

Slowly, Professor Marks unzipped his shorts and pushed them down around his ankles. Joey's cock sprang up and surged with new excitement. Joey watched, his breathing quick, as Professor Marks opened her lips and her tongue flicked across the tip of his virgin cock. Joey looked straight ahead and closed his eyes as her mouth closed around the head of his cock and she slowly sucked. Never in his life had he experienced pure pleasure like this!

Joey listened as the room filled with the sounds of Professor Marks slurping up and down on his hard member. The only other sounds were the muffled sounds of the lecture in the hall. Joey looked down again. Professor Marks had wrapped her hands around the base of his cock and was licking up and down his shaft. Her tongue swirled around the tip and then down again. Beating it against her lips, she kissed the head and then wrapped her red lips around him again and sucked him down to her throat. 

Up and down, faster and harder, she sucked. Joey tried to stiffle his moans with his hand. He felt his cock filling and ready to explode. Professor Marks sucked faster, then slipped him out of her mouth and pumped his cock with her hands.

"Come for me, Joey. Come hard for me."

Oh shit! Joey needed no encouragement. Closing his eyes and gasping for breath, Joey felt his cock explode. Looking back down, he watched as Professor Marks sucked every last drop of cum from his cock, her mouth red and swollen. Her hands wrapped around his limp cock and rubbed gently as she stood.

"You taste good, Joey. Do you want to know how I taste? You don't want to leave here a virgin, do you, Joey?"

Her lips covered his before he could make a sound. He tasted his own cum and instead of being repulsed was excited. Her tongue pushed into his mouth, her hand still gripping his cock. Finally, she pulled away from him. 

"Come here, Joey."

Professor Marks backed away from him and sat up on the desk again. Slowly, she unbuttoned her blouse, opening it to reveal a white lace bra. Pushing the bra down, Professor Marks ran her finger tip over her nipple. Joey watched as her finger nail traced her nipple and then her fingers squeezed it. Joey was mesmerized as she lifted her finger to her lips and sucked her finger and then ran the wet finger over her nipple. The nipple sprang to life, hard and pink.

"Come here, Joey. Come taste it."

Slowly, without ever taking his eyes of the hard nipple, Joey kicked off his shorts and walked towards her. Professor Marks took his hand and brought it to her nipple, rubbing her. She smiled and moaned. 

"Suck it, Joey. Take my nipple in your mouth and suck it."

Leaning forward, Joey gently closed his lips around the hard nipple and sucked. Oh god! She tasted like strawberries. He sucked harder as she moaned and pushed his head against her more. 

"That's it, Joey. That's good. Oh suck it!"

Joey felt her grab his other hand and bring it to her other breast as he sucked her nipple. Squeezing, he massaged her breast and rubbed her nipple with his fingers. Joey switched nipples, moving to suck the other bud. Professor Marks moaned. Reaching for his hand again, she moved it down to her thigh. Joey looked down as he felt her creamy smooth skin under his hand. She was pushing his hand up her thigh. Joey stopped sucking her breasts and watched as Professor Marks pushed her skirt up higher. 

"Now that you know how to suck a tit, you get to learn to suck something even better. Are you ready for this, Joey?"

Joey was sweating as he watched her pull her skirt up around her waist. Her pussy was bare and naked, the first he'd ever seen up close and personal. Professor Marks opened her legs slightly, spreading her wider for him. She smiled as she watched his eyes fix on her pussy. She was so wet already.

"Can you see how much I want you, Joey? Can you tell how wet I am? This is what you want, isn't it?"

Joey watched as she slipped her finger down over her own pussy lips, rubbing gently. Up and down her finger slid, sometimes slipping inside.

"This is what I want you to do with your tongue, Joey. Come here and taste me."

Joey felt her pushing his head down into her lap. He looked at her wet pink lips and couldn't believe this was happening. He'd never tasted pussy before. He always thought it would be nasty. Now, it was all he wanted. He watched her fingers slide over her lips. Reaching up with his own hand, he stroked her lips gently with his fingers. Professor Marks moaned.

"That's it, Joey. Touch me."

Joey was encouraged. He traced her lips with his fingers, rubbing gently. Curious, he slowly slid his finger tip inside her lips. She felt tight and warm. She was so wet. He pulled his finger out and then slipped it in again. He'd seen enough pornos to know that he could slip his finger deep inside her so he tried it. Pushing his finger deeper between her lips, he felt her close around his finger and squeeze. 

"Oh that's it! Oh that's good Joey! Now lick me! Lick my pussy!"

Professor Marks pushed his head deeper between her legs. His lips were close to her pussy. Tentatively, he flicked his tongue out and touched her lips. She tasted good, sweet and salty at the same time. She moaned and he licked again. Using long slow licks, Joey tasted her pussy. Professor Marks slipped her hand down between her legs and opened her pussy with her fingers. Joey slipped his tongue inside and she moaned louder. 

Covering her mound with his mouth, Joey pushed his tongue deep inside her. In and out, he slid his tongue and then he slid his finger inside too. Professor Marks was moaning and pushing her hips against him. Pushing his head into her mound, Professor Marks fucked his face. Joey sucked and licked and kissed every part of her incredible pussy. 

"Oh Joey! Oh god that's good! Suck it! Suck my clit!"

Joey found her clit and sucked. Closing his mouth over it, he pulled hard on it, sucking with his mouth and his tongue. Professor Marks moaned and he felt incredible moisture on his face. Her orgasm was hard and Joey sucked harder. Professor Marks pushed his face further into her pussy and then bucked her hips. Finally, letting go of him, she let Joey lift his head from her lap.

Pulling him to her, Professor Marks kissed his mouth, licking her own juices from him. 

"Are you ready for the big thrill, Joey? Are you ready to fuck me?"

Professor Marks had closed her hand around his cock, which had sprung to life again. He hadn't realized how hard he was. Professor Marks pulled him gently forward as she scooted to the edge of the desk. Opening her legs, Professor Marks guided Joey's hard cock to her pussy lips and pushed him inside her. Joey was amazed at how tight she felt around his cock. He'd never felt anything like it before. Professor Marks wrapped her legs around his waist and guided him into a slow thrust. 

Joey grabbed her ass and pushed her against him more. His cock was buried deep inside her and he rammed his cock into her. This was what he had been waiting for all his life. He fucked her hard, in and out, harder and hard. Professor Marks moaned and wrapped her legs tighter around him. She moaned and kissed his lips as he fucked her. Another intense orgasm broke through her. Joey couldn't believe how her pussy squeezed his cock when she came. It was incredible.

Professor Marks released her legs and pushed him away from her. Joey couldn't believe it. What was wrong? Slipping off the desk, Professor Marks leaned over the desk, her ass in the air.

"Fuck me, Joey. Fuck me hard!"

Joey grabbed his cock in his hand and guided it into her hot hole. Slipping his cock inside her, he grabbed her ass. This was what he had always heard about. Fucking doggy style. Oh baby! He slammed his cock into her tight pussy, his balls bouncing against her ass.

"Harder, Joey! Fuck me harder! Pound my pussy with that hard cock!"

Joey rammed harder and harder into her pussy. His cock was in as far as he could get it. Suddenly, he felt his cock surge and explode inside her. Professor Marks moaned and he felt her pussy tighten around his cock.

"Oh fuck! Oh shit!"

Her orgasm was hard. He pushed his cock into her a few more times and then pulled out. Professor Marks dropped to her knees and took his spent cock in her mouth. Sucking him clean, she sucked every last drop from him.

Joey stood there, his knees ready to collapse. Professor Marks stood and straightened her skirt. Pushing her breasts back into her bra and buttoning her blouse, Professor Marks looked at Joey and licked her lips.

"I think, Joey, that we should meet once a week after class. You're not a virgin any more, but there's so much more I can teach you."

Grabbing her briefcase, Professor Marks left through the other door into the hallway. Joey stood there, his spent cock between his legs. Holy shit! Grabbing his shorts and pulling them on, he couldn't wait to get back to his room and tell Chris all about it. He'd finally lost his virginity and to a beautiful Professor no less.



The Virgin



The guy was nervous and anxious at the same time. His appearance was one of a younger man, yet I knew that he was at least twenty-one years of age. 

How he had managed to keep his virginity for so long was a mystery. He was cute with the kind of features that if he kept fit, would only get better with age. About 6’2” he had beautiful sea blue eyes and his brownish hair had been turned blonder by the sun. I smiled at him trying to ease his anxiety. He leaned back into the sofa a little, attempting to appear calm. I could tell this was going to be an enjoyable afternoon.

Slowly I reached for his had and drew him up out of the seat. Saying nothing I walked with him to the small door behind my desk. Entering he stopped short at the sight of the built-in, extra-king size four-poster bed that was the focal point of the small room. I turned the key in the door and his shoulders jerked upright at the soft click that locked us in.

I was wearing the kind of skirt that Ally McBeal would be kicked out of court for wearing, and a shear blouse that showed my bra underneath. As he had been instructed the boy was wearing tight black jeans that revealed every curve of his loins and tight ass. He was also wearing a tucked in white dress shirt that failed to hide his rippling muscles underneath. I reached up and massaged his shoulders with one hand as I walked around to face him. 

He gazed straight ahead so I brought my hands up to bring his face down to mine.

“Kiss me like it’s the first time you’ve ever kissed a girl.” I whispered up to him.

The tip of his tongue wiped his lips before hesitantly they touched mine softly and stop. I kiss him back and he continues pressing a little bit more. I part my lips but do not open my mouth as his tongue licks attentively at my teeth and over my lips. My hands grab hold of his shoulders and he grabs my waist as I open my mouth to his exploration.

His tongue is larger then I first thought and I match his movements until both of are breathing hard. He begins to mold my body to his until I can feel his penis hardening next to my pelvis. I pull away quickly from his embrace; I don’t want him overly excited just yet. 

I give him a moment to reign in his hormones before going onto the next step. 

“Remove my blouse and bra slowly, you can let them fall to the floor.”

The boy fingers reach up and touch the top set of buttons. His hands stop though as he gazes at me for a moment before fumbling with the first button. Quickly though he works each of them and then slowly pulls of the blouse dropping it as I told him to. He reaches around my back and unclasps my bra quickly removing it as well. His eyes become locked at the site of my full and heavy breasts.

I tell him that he can hold them as I undo his shirt and run my hands down his chest and abs. I lean in and kiss his left nipple, flicking my tongue over it before nipping at it and suckling it causing it to become had as a pebble between my teeth. Then I repeat the action with his right nipple. His head has tilted back as a low moan escapes his lips. Smiling I lean back and tell him to show my breast the same attention. 

His hand that have been cupping my breasts lift them high as he mouth beings to lick one nipple and then the other. Going back and forth, his tongue holds them as his mouth switches between biting them roughly and then suckling them softly. His hands massage the flesh, pushing back and forth under his fingers as he then crashes them together. Then he puts both nipples in his mouth at the same time. His attention to my breast is impressive and I take loner then normal letting him get his fill.

Finally I pull back; taking both of his hands, and lead him to the beds edge. Before pushing him back onto the bed, I shock him as I slip my hand down the front of his jeans and grab hold of him, confirming that he is not wearing underwear. Quickly I unbutton his jeans, then push him down into a half sitting half lying position so I can remove his pants altogether. They join my clothes on the floor. 

His balls are heavy and I kneed them with my fingers, pulling them and tugging on them to test their elasticity. His face is red as he gasps. I tell him to move up onto the bed and as he lays stretched open I pull he fully erect penis up off his belly and carefully begin to pump it. He groans and I stop.

Climbing up onto the bed I tell him to slip a hand up my skirt. He does so and his blue eyes widen as he feels the heat that is between my legs.

“You want that don’t you?” I whisper in his ear. 

He nods not able to speak.

“Then you better not come yet, you still have a few chores left to do before your reward.”

His eyes are very expressive as they beg me to hurry, but I’m here to teach so I instruct him to push up my skirt.

With my skirt up to my hips I tell him to roll me over and begin orally satisfying me. His rippling muscles carry me over in one movement and his hands open my thighs wide. He lifts my ass off the bed, before his head comes down on me. His confidence has risen measurably during his brief time in the room. And going by some deep internal instinct to do well, he gives as much concentration to my pubis has he had my breasts. 

His mammoth tongue is vigorous as it suckles me. He finds my clit and holds it between his teeth and licks it hard and fast. I find myself digging my fingers into the sheets and I strain not to cry out. I can feel my juices begin to pore and I begin to shake, coming violently. I cry out for him to stop and slowly he pulls away lowering me back onto the bed with a dazzling smile as he wipes my juices from his mouth. 

Gathering my energy, I sit up and from him down onto his back, raking my fingers over his chest I squeeze his tits before moving down his ribs. Grabbing his hips I push down as I lower my head down and wet the tip of his head like a lollipop.

Then hovering over his penis I have to hold it back with my hand as I position myself above him. 

“Are you ready?” I ask him sweetly as I lower my pubic mouth over his penis.

His hips rise attempting to enter and I pull up not letting him in.

As he settles back down I purr, “Are you sure?”

“YES!” He shrieks.

I ease myself down on his sleek stem. I let it inch its way carefully, wanting him to fell every movement I make around him. It is so long that I can’t get all of it in, so I begin to rock back and forth on him.

“Does that feel good?” I ask, reaching behind me to grab his balls, massaging them with my hand.

“God, Yes!” He moans.

I lift myself all the way off him and back down as he continues to moan, repeating this action a few times. Then unexpectedly he grabs my hips and I find myself lying flat on the bed as he begins to drive himself into me.

Where I had not been able to fit him all the way in before he begins to push slowly further and further stretching my insides upwards. I cry out as I rap my legs around his waist. 

He digs his teeth into my neck and one of his hands cup my breast flicking my nipples between his forefinger and thumb. 

Before his final penetration he removes himself all the way out of my hole before ramming himself swiftly back in with such a fore that I am propelled upright and I feel him go off inside of me.

While he slowly depletes, he roles over bringing me to lie on top of him while still maintaining his location inside of me. He holds me as I find myself convulsing as the muscles in my vagina restrict and contract quickly. 

Exhausted but smiling the man nuzzles my swollen neck, kissing it lightly.

“Was I good?” He asks.

Gazing down at him I smile and kiss him softly.

“There is nothing I can teach you.”

His eyes close and he falls asleep. When he awakens I will be onto the next client but for now I allow myself to hold him inside of me for a little while longer.



The Virgin



Oh the beauty I have found in this woman who has never been with another. She only knows the joys of the heart, as she has never had the pleasure of a man.

I will be gentle as I show her the many pleasures that will be engulfed in her imagination as the night goes on. I start by placing gentle kisses all over her neck and arms showing her that I will not rush the pleasure into pain.

Then as I slowly caress her face and breast as she moans in anticipation of where my hands will go next. Then I see that look its not fear but one of intense desire she wants to have my manhood inside of her as I visualize this. 

Her body is almost aching for me to bury myself deep within her untouched virgin walls. Yet I do not rush as I gently kiss her belly then her soft warm mound of pleasure for the moment as the anticipation builds. 

Then like a bolt of lightning running through her body she shutters and bucks at the first feel of a mans tongue darting onto her heated little button of love. 

The excitement is more than she has ever known as I lick and rub the little pleasure bump into a mad frenzy of fully intense pleasure. Her body quivers uncontrollably from the waves of intense heated pleasure building to her first explosive orgasm. 

The timing seems right so I place my manhood at the tiny excited opening of her sweet love mound while placing her trembling legs on my broad shoulders. 

Then with an intense driving force I thrust my manhood deep inside of her until I feel the outer ring of her hymen and her legs begin to tighten then tremble again. 

Then with another intense thrust forward I break through the delicate hymen with fury and passion and her toes spread with a sharp tension as I start working my manhood deeper inside of her a little at a time until I am buried deep inside of her womb stretching it to full capacity. 

As we start working on a rhythm of pleasure I pull her leg to my mouth and start licking the calf slowly and gently until I reach the heal of her delicate foot. 

My tongue gently goes across the bottom of her foot giving a slight tickle until I reach her sweet little toes. The rhythm starts to pick up as I feel her body start to tense and tighten around my throbbing manhood and her moans are getting louder and louder as the pace picks up. 

I put her pretty little toes in my mouth and start sucking gently and like a wild horse her body starts to buck uncontrollably as I feel the intensity of her second orgasm squeezing around my throbbing member. 

She now has a glazed look in her eyes and my pace stays steady, as I want this to be the best experience she will ever have. Still sucking her sweet toes I reach my hand around her while pumping my manhood in and out of her freshly broken virginity. 

I then slide my finger into her never thought of virginity and a look of fear comes to her face but fades quickly back into pleasure as I push my finger in and out of her divine never before used sweet bottom. 

Now I take her toes out of my mouth and lift her luscious legs higher onto my broad shoulders revealing that sweet bottom to me. She has juices all over it from the lovemaking she has just had and my manhood is covered in thick cum and a touch of crimson from the recent taking of her virginity. 

I pull my manhood all the way out and place the tip at the entrance of her puckered bottom. She is still in a haze from the intense orgasm’s she has just experienced. I had been working her bottom a bit with my fingers to get her ready so with one driving thrust forward she lets out a loud squeal as my manhood invades her sweet tight butt pushing intensely past her sphincter. 

I begin to feel the bottom of her tight butt as I wait to let her get accustomed to the invader in her rear. Then I start working my manhood in and out while rubbing her juicy hot mound right on her love button and kissing the back of her neck. 

She finally gets completely relaxed and starts grinding her bottom back against me to meet with my forward thrust. As we get our rhythm going steady I once again feel the intense tightening of her body on my manhood. 

So as she starts to buck and moan with fierce aggression I pick up the pace and this time I feel my own orgasm coming on. My sack tightens as I feel myself let loose deep inside of my sweet virgins butt with a flow that just never seemed to stop. 

I had pumped and pumped until we could not move and finally I fall to her side completely satisfied knowing her first was the best and all others would be compared to me. 



The Virgin



I walked into the bedroom, messy as usual. I knew he would be there soon, so I began frantically throwing things into closets, drawers, anywhere I could find room. Opening my bedside table drawer, I found the needed items for the evening. I set them around the room. Candles on the dresser, sachet under the pillows, and my favorite CD mixes in the radio. 

An hour later, the room was transformed. The door from the living room onto the balcony slid open, and I felt nervous. As he sauntered from looking over the edge to the door leading to the bedroom, his hair shone in the moonlight. He opened the doors, and the wind created the perfect look to the light fabric I used to layer over the canopy of the bed. The blue wisps blew all around me, as I laid waiting for him to notice me. His eyes danced across the room, first falling on the candles upon the tables nearest the balcony doors, then to the bed, then to me. He smiled, looking at the details of my clothing. I had chosen a dainty nightgown, the same color blue as the bed. 

I felt his eyes looking at the curves silhouetted in the nightgown, daring him to see more than what I was showing. He began to walk closer to me, and I was elated. He stopped at the edge of the blue curtains that were still moving slowly in the wind, and began to undress. First, he unbuttoned his white shirt, and revealed his fit stomach. The shirt dropped to the floor, but I never took my eyes off his body. Next, he fumbled with the button on his black pants, and before I knew it, the zipper was down and the pants were off. Then he parted the blue curtain, and stood in his boxers, watching me with fascination. 

I smiled shyly, and welcomed him into my bed. He crawled across the satin comforter, and laid gently next to me, watching me. I stared into his eyes for as long as he would let me before he turned away, and lounged carefully upon the rose-smelling pillows. I was worried, things were going rather slow. Then I decided that he needed me to progress the evening, and I rolled onto my side, nightgown clinging in all the right places, and kissed him gently. 

At first, he was just politely returning the kiss, until I grabbed his hand and placed it upon my barely-clad hip. Then he kissed me with passion I had never felt, and I was melting at his touch. He slid his hand to my waist, and stopped there, wanting to go further but waiting for me to approve. I put my arms around him, and pulled my body closer to his, signaling to him to continue. He did, barely touching my breast, then drawing back to see my reaction. I smiled demurely, and held him closer. I could feel him; I knew he wanted to have me. 

I helped him remove my nightie, and I sat, naked for him to examine my body. He grinned, and removed his shorts. We sat for ages, touching, exploring every crevice, every curve. He ran his hand between my legs, and I shuddered in pleasure, scared of his touch yet wanting it so much. I pushed him onto his back, and slowly kissed his chest, moving down slowly. He lay there, in anticipation of what was to come. 

I gently licked his hipbone, making him laugh as I tickled him with my hair. I looked up at him with big doe eyes, innocent as could be, and he smiled. I ran my tongue along the edges of his groin, causing him to twinge slightly. I knew what he wanted, and I was going to comply. I grasped his hard dick in my hand, and licked the tip. I licked away the precum that had accumulated on it, and put just the tip into my mouth. He moaned lightly at the warmth of my mouth. I slid his shaft further in, licking the backside of his penis. I held his balls in my hand, gently massaging them. He moaned louder this time, and I felt his veins pulsing in my mouth. I tasted more salty precum, and I pulled away, postponing his pleasure. He panted in pleasure, his eyes calling out for more. He spoke, asked me not to stop. I replied with my body, straddling him, and with my breasts hanging down onto his chest, I leaned into him and kissed his neck. 

His body was warm; I could feel his heart beating, like a bird trapped in a cage. He trembled as I lead his penis to my pussy, rubbing my clit with his head, and then I let him enter me. I slowly moved my hips down onto him, so that he could be fully inside of me. He closed his eyes, his head rolled back onto the pillow. I moved gently at first, the faster up and down on him. I sat straight up on him, and rocked back and forth, almost causing myself to cum right away. I slowed, wanting to prolong the evening, and laid upon his chest. He moved his hips with mine, pushing into me and pulling out, feeling me from the inside. 

I moaned as I bit his shoulder softly. I could feel the bumps on him rubbing in me, hitting all the right places effortlessly. I got the hint that he had never known such a feeling, and I later found out I was right. But for now, we were wrapped up in the methodical movements, looking deep into each other's eyes, searching for love, passion, whatever we could find. Suddenly he threw me off, I rolled onto my back, and he entered me from the missionary position, with such force I cried out in surprise. I held him tightly, feeling the shape of his shoulders, his back. His pubic hair was tickling me, I laughed softly. He smiled at me, still thrusting, and asked if he could cum in me. I told him no, and he moved a little slower. I moved so he had to withdraw himself, and told him to stand on his knees. He did, and I once again took him into my mouth. 

Almost instantly he came, flooding my mouth with salty warm liquid. I felt the last drop, leaned back, and swallowed it. He remarked that it looked as if I was taking a shot, and then he collapsed onto the bed, sweaty and spent. I laid next to him, the sheets sticking to our wet bodies. We talked, chatting to fill the silence, about work, his roommates, my school, his dog. I was tired, he needed to be going home, but I could not let him leave. He laid back down next to me, the blue curtain had fallen off a long time ago, and we could see out the open balcony door. 

The sky was dark, barely any stars. The wind blew harder, making us cold from the sweat that still clung to our bodies. The candles were melting, dripping onto the carpet. I did not care. Then he looked at me, and I knew I loved him then. I always knew.



The Virgin



Here's a true life story for you. These events really happened. Well, except for the good parts - but hey, a guy can dream, can't he?

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I knew I shouldn't stare, but I couldn't help it - she was just so beautiful. When I first met Cathy, she was only 11 years old, and I was an old married man of 28. Her family moved in next door, and while her mother was quite a looker, Cathy was a little on the awkward side, with glasses and a big nose. Her father was military, so they moved around a lot, but they had picked this house as a kind of "home base", where they returned every so often, renting the house out when they were stationed elsewhere. Cathy was off at college when they returned, so when I went next door and saw her on summer break from school, I was stunned. Her glasses were gone, and her face had grown into her nose. And that's not all that had grown - that gawky adolescent body had become tall and slender, with long beautiful legs rising to a pair of tight shorts holding in a mouthwatering ass, tight little waist, finishing off with a v-neck blouse accenting the sweetest pair of tits the world had ever seen.

I was a little embarrassed when it appeared I had been caught checking out this 19-year-old beauty's killer bod, but she simply smiled sweetly at me and waved. I tried to behave myself, but it was nearly impossible to keep my erection at bay as I talked to her and her parents. She was a communications major in college, and had hoped to spend the summer as an intern at a local radio station. Unfortunately for her, the station she had interviewed with was one of those "Morning Zoo" stations, and the hosts of the program thought she wouldn't be suited for their style of fun. We listened to a bit of her on-air interview, and they decided that although she was quite beautiful, they liked to "abuse" their interns with sex talk, and given her on-air admission to being a virgin, it "just wouldn't be right" for them to have their fun with her.

She seemed to be taking it pretty well that night, but the next day when I ran into her, she seemed really down. As we stood just outside her garage talking, I thought I'd try to cheer her up, so I joked, "I just hope when my daughter gets to your age she loves me enough to do like you did - either be a virgin, or lie to me about it."

She smiled at my joke, then said, "You know, just because someone's a virgin doesn't mean she doesn't DO anything." I'd like to say I had a witty retort, but I was just in shock, and stood   there not saying a thing. Silently, with a sly grin on her face, she placed her right hand in the middle of my chest and pushed me into the garage, as her left hand hit the button to lower the door. The next thing I knew, her shapely body was less than an inch from mine, both her hands were lightly touching my shoulders, and she looked up into my eyes and said, "Let me show you what I mean."

A light kiss to the end of my chin, and then she was slowly sinking to her knees in front of me, her eyes locked with mine. I might not have figured out what was going on yet, but my cock had, and was hard as a rock. My knees nearly buckled at the sight of her kneeling there, her delicate hands opening the front of my pants and pulling my cock out in front of her face. Her pink tongue slipped out of her mouth and licked her lips, and as her gaze never left mine, her lips parted and she slipped them over the end of my cock. My brain had finally caught up with the rest of me, but it was still having trouble believing the sight before me - this beautiful teenage girl, with MY cock stuck in her mouth. As she slid her face forward, taking me deeper into her mouth, I felt her tongue licking the underside of my cock. The feeling of her tongue, and that hot, wet mouth, was something I can't describe, and something I will never forget. Even more incredible, she didn't stop her descent until my cock had disappeared completely into her mouth. At this point, still looking into my eyes, she WINKED! Then I knew, she was doing something she loved, and man, did she ever know what she was doing.

Back and forth her mouth went, as she expertly sucked me off. While I couldn't pull my eyes away from the sight of my cock sawing in and out of her bright red lips, I also couldn't resist the urge to get my hands on that beautiful little body. I gently stroked her hair, and then slid my hands down to cup her firm breasts. Her nipples were poked into my palms, and I hear her moan as I pinched them. As this wonderful teenage cocksucker repeatedly swallowed my cock, she reached down and opened her shirt, freeing those gorgeous tits for me to squeeze, while she slipped her fingers between her own legs to rub herself. The sensations were incredible, as my cock went in and out of her hot little mouth, fucking her face repeatedly. It was the most erotic sight I had ever beheld, this sweet faced teenager, down on her knees giving the most amazing blowjob I had ever had. Those innocent eyes, looking up at me, while my cock slid deep in her throat. It was more than I could stand, and she could tell I wouldn't last long.

I might have held out a bit longer, but as I was trying to remember the batting order of the Miracle Mets, she slipped my cock out of her mouth just long enough to say, "Please, I want you to cum in my mouth, I need to taste your cum." That was it, I couldn't take it anymore, and she barely had gotten my cock back in that sweet mouth before I shot off. It was probably my biggest load ever, and I could see - and feel - her quickly swallow to keep up with the flow. Once she caught up with the initial blast, though, she stopped swallowing, and gathered my cum in her mouth. When I finally finished, she let my cock slip out of her mouth, and with a gleam in her eye she opened her mouth so I could see her tongue covered with my sperm. Tilting her head back, she made a production of swallowing what was left, then sucked my cock back in her mouth, gently licking and sucking the last bits of my orgasm out of me. When I had finally began to softened, she took my cock deep one last time, and then let me free. Licking her lips, she stood, gave me a soft kiss, and turned away.

As she was getting ready to go into the house, with me still standing there with my pants around my ankles, she turned and said, "Those Morning Zoo idiots don't know what they missed." And then she was gone. 



The Virgin And The Ballet



Ballet One

I'd taken up classes when I was 5 years old. My beautiful mother, Natalya, was an émigré from Russia and had trained at the Bolshoi Ballet in Moscow. Then, on a tour in the 80's to Canada she had defected; not because she hated the Soviet system but because she met my father Andre, a Quebecer. He was a dancer too, but had decided to leave the profession and become an agent. He was still so strong, doing his work-outs daily as if still performing. I used to love to watch him, see the muscles flex and straighten over his beautiful, manful physique. He always had the capacity to make me laugh and was never serious, unless working.

My mother however, had a Russian countenance and used to appear so staid. It was just her way, though there was never a day when she did not tell me how much she loved me and was proud of me. That mask of seriousness, almost primness, was until my 18th birthday. 

She suddenly began to confide in me and not just some minor piece of information or concern...

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We were in the bathroom at the time. I had just had a shower, a welcome one after a tough rehearsal for The Swan, and was standing with a bath towel around me. She was rising from the toilet having just had a pee and was wiping herself with paper. Although the action was something I had seen many times, as we were always very open with each other in our toileting, her face had a different look about it, as if there was something she needed to say.

"You know, when I met Andre," she said, moving to the sink and washing her hands. There was a smile forming on her face that made her nose wrinkle up in that cute way I'd noticed since a child. She had used his proper name as we never used 'dad' or 'papa', or mama for that matter; somehow avoiding such labels. "It was love at first sight," she continued, as she dried her hands on a small green towel, the smile widening and with a strange glazed look in her eyes; something I had never seen before.

"How romantic!" I had exclaimed, undoing the towel and beginning to rub my tired legs dry.

"Oh yes. I looked at the huge bulge in his ballet tights and just knew I had to have him, and I have ever since that day," she said excitedly, breaking years of apparent primness in just one sentence.

"Natalya!" I said sharply, standing up suddenly, the towel dropped and forgotten, shocked by her explicitness but acutely aware of that strange look in her eyes again. I had always thought these things were not talked about, well at least in our home.

"What is wrong? It is time you learned about men, women too for that matter, and especially your own sexuality. I have left it too long really but laws are laws and the powers that be think sex begins at 18," she said, terribly seriously but while looking at me with that glint in her eye. "You have a beautiful body that is sadly unused bar the usual teenage masturbation..."

Should I nod in agreement, keep quiet, ask questions, should I be embarrassed even though I did not really feel it? What should I do? This was so unusual, so unlike her. But then, was it? My mind was racing, playing back moments in time, looking for clues. 

There had been frequent times in the past when they sent me to my Uncle Vanya (yes, his mother was mad about Chekhov) and his lovely young wife, Yvette. Andre would hold me and tell me how much he and Natalya both loved me but they needed 'private time'. It was not until I was older and Yvette's daughter, Christine (or Cri-cri as I called her) told me in no uncertain terms what was going on that I understood. I had complained each time, which was at least once every two months, about not being able to stay at home.

"Look honey," she had said only recently, "They're having private time, which means they are fucking each other's brains out as noisily as they like for three days. No silent fucks because they are afraid to wake or alert you to the fact they like humping. What heaven! I am so envious. I have to use my vibe and that is never as good. Mum and dad have no problems doing it here with us around, the show-offs that they are. I'm surprised you haven't noticed them."

I'd felt such an idiot, denying that my 40+ year old parents had a sex drive, but I was also intrigued by my cousin's admission that she did it too. Plus, the poundings on the wall and the low moans that I thought I was hearing in my dreams made sense. Well they made sense as much as I knew about sex and that was very little. But what was a vibe? I'd never heard of it. I had obviously looked quizzically at her.

"You do know what fucking is, don't you?" she quizzed, her eyes a look of amazement.

"Yes," I said, almost indignantly, but in reality only had the descriptions of other girls bragging in the locker room, one poor quality sex film seen at my friend Vanessa's house, and what our biology teacher's student under training had taught us when delegated the task. Every year Miss Arnold got a student teacher to do the sex bits. She was a tweedy, stuck up woman who had clearly never been able to cope with a 'dick in her cunt', to borrow from Yvette's phrasebook. 

"Ah, so it's the 'vibe' you don't know about," she replied, suddenly reaching into her bedside top drawer. She took out a long soft plastic thing about 9" long with a strange rabbit-like protrusion on the side. "This," she said proudly, "is known as the Rabbit © because it fucks me like a bunny." She said, laughing. "The little ears on the side pleasure my clitty when the big dick is in my cunt. Want to try?"

"Of course not!" I had snapped, embarrassed at both not knowing and at her explicit language. I didn't want her to know I rubbed myself almost every night lately given how hungry my clitty seemed to be for satisfaction, and ewww, what a thought that she might be implying I do it in front of her. 

"Ok, ok," she had said, calming me down, "But when you want to try it, it is there; along with a whole range of other gadgets. Mom borrows them sometimes. Just make sure you clean them properly when you've finished. There is both a bottle of lube and another of cleaner at the front of the drawer." She paused, suddenly looking concerned and thoughtful. "Look we are the best of friends and not just cousins, so come to me when you need advice, ok? You know that what you say stays between us, no matter how naughty or outrageous? I can be trusted."

"Th-thanks," I replied, hesitantly but with genuine gratitude. It was true, she never told tales on me. Cri Cri and I always got on, often better than with her younger sisters – the twins, Anya and Irena – who were my own age. Mind you, I was more developed than they were both emotionally and physically. Although a dancer, my breasts were 32C so a nice cup on a small back. I had a wispy bush of golden pubic hair that I loved to caress at night or after a shower, and my sex had large outer lips with enclosed inner until aroused, which lately had been more and more frequently. My clitoris was unusual; I knew that from an examination at school. The doctor had been excited in his examination, but I don't mean sexually, only writing copious notes that I never saw. You see it is very prominent, reaching more than an inch when erect. Natalya saw me recently coming from the shower with it still 'up' and smiled, saying that had I been a man I would have had a big penis. I was so embarrassed but she saw nothing naughty in either seeing it or what she said. In fact, her seeing me had an opposite effect. It stayed up longer! I was surprised how it had a mind of its own and all my blushing did was to make my arousal stronger. I'd forgotten about that first reference to a man's thing. Maybe this whole objective to open me up to sex, if you'll pardon the expression, was planned some time ago.

Anyhow, back to the present. 

"Maria? Maria?" I could hear my mother calling as if from afar; my mind was caught up in remembering the conversations of the past.

"Yes ma, er, Natalya?"

"I was talking to you about love and sex, about your father's wonderful cock. Why are you embarrassed? It's time you learned what to do with them and how good they feel. You need to explore your body with someone, not just in the confines of your bed or shower, though both of those can be fun. In fact, this ballet work is taking over your life not integrating with it. I know we can all as dancers suffer for our art, but as I learned with Andre there is more to life than tutus, jumps and pumps." She laughed at her little rhyme. "I want you to build your sexual knowledge, learn about sexual enjoyment with both sexes if you so choose. Don't be constrained by what that prudish society thinks out there. Darling, please stop blushing. Sex is normal, natural and to be enjoyed. You are old enough to explore, just ensure it is safely. I have Femdoms© and condoms in the cupboard by my bed. Take whatever you need and if you want to know something, just ask."

"Natalya," I sighed, "Cri Cri has made the same offer, but I am sure I do not need those things. I am not going out looking for a...a....a..."

"Fuck, darling?"

"Natalya!"

"Darling, that is what it is called but it is only one part of the sexual act. There are so many things. I suggest we start simply..."

"Natalya, I am not starting at all!" I cried, indignantly. "When I am good and ready a man will come along and then I can 'fuck' as you call it."

"Why should it be a man? If you like a particular woman, then I will have no objections and neither will your father."

"Mother!" I always called her that when I was shocked or upset.

"Darling," she said as she came over to me, taking both my hands in her such delicate ones, "I have been so remiss in not educating you sufficiently in the ways of sex. I do not say love because that is something that will happen someday, wherever and whatever you are doing. However, sex is an important activity in our lives. It gives us energy; it gives us passion, incredible orgasms, immeasurable joy, adventure and even intense pleasure through pain. You do not understand so you reject it all at once. I understand. I did too, but now I am so happy with my sexuality that there is nothing shocking or taboo about it, and as your mother I have a duty to teach you the ways of sex..."

I just stood, mouth agape, watching her lips move as she continued to speak. I had such a jumble of thoughts in my head. Had she really said 'pleasure through pain?' and that she had no objections to me having sex with a woman? I could not imagine it, and yet, somewhere in my jumble of thoughts and feelings I did remember the surprising pleasure I felt recently. I was masturbating the other day when an image of Lara, my understudy in Swan Lake, popped into my head. Yes, I had not stopped rubbing myself, but my mind had filled with vivid pictures of her tiny breasts, firm naked thighs and the cutest, tightest buttocks that I'd seen for the first time recently when sharing our dingy changing room. Surely I wasn't attracted to her? Maybe mum was right, sexual desire was not limited to seeking the other gender? So many questions, so many doubts!...

"..and to fuck with a man of experience is an important part of that development..."

...I felt heat building in my pussy as despite my wanderings of thought, her messages were somehow seeping through my barriers of shock and rejection of the proposal. I forced myself to concentrate, suddenly knowing that deep in my heart she was right, and her next comment was the one that clinched it for me...

"Darling, you cannot play the best leads without having felt the passion and the pleasure that you are meant to be expressing through your dance. For example, in rehearsals today, your interpretation of Odette's love was, forgive me but I have to say it, wooden. There is sensuality in her dance that was lacking in yours. You are doing her a disservice because you have no experience of the physical sensuality of the dance. It is a one-dimensional exposition of the steps and no more."

I cried. Natalya rarely had been so critical. It hurt me, but she knew what she was doing. Whenever she made comments as strongly as that I acted on them. I would seek her advice and no matter how hard, what pain, what tests I endured, I would seek to be the best. She was my best friend and as a typical teenager, I listened more to friends than parents, but I was so lucky that she was my mother as well. 

Her arms were around me, comforting me. I was suddenly intensely aware of her body against my naked one in a way that differed from before. I noticed her firm breast pressing against my arm, its nipple obviously stiff. I felt her hands in my hair, calming and soothing but with a sensual thrill to the action that was so different from previously. Was this just my imagination, or had something really changed? She was kissing my head and neck, then nibbling at my ear. My tears were subsiding and a heat was growing again between my thighs. I was shocked and yet, not shocked, by a building wetness in my pussy. Her fingers were gently wiping away my tears, replaced by little flicks of her tongue. It felt so erotic and yet so calming. Her other hand was stroking my back along the spine, her nails raking sensually over the skin reaching down eventually to my bare bum. She squeezed gently each cheek, then let her nails rake slightly sharply the newly aroused flesh.

"I love you so much," she whispered in my ear. "I will help you discover your own desires and sexual pleasure, but if I don't break away now I have a feeling I may take you to a place you are not yet ready for, no matter how much the aroma of your sex tells me you are."

With that, she broke away as she said she would do. My whole body tingled in a way that I had never really achieved by myself. In that very instant, I understood and accepted her role was mother and teacher. There was also something else. I had felt no embarrassment that my cunt had given away my desires. No, I had been acutely aware how my scent had attracted her. No more was it just a fluid that could be at times uncomfortable when my arousal was uncontrollable, as happened during my most hormonal days. Suddenly I was proud of my capacity to arouse and be aroused.

"Right," she said, suddenly fussing around the bathroom, flushing the pee away in the toilet and putting down the lid, then adjusting the towels on the railing, "On Sunday we are having some friends of Andre for dinner. You are invited as an adult now my darling. If you like, bring Cri Cri as your companion as she is nearer your age and Uncle Vanya wants her properly schooled too."

"I thought she already knew everything," I said, suddenly realising that I may have given away a confidence. "Oh, please don't let on to Uncle Vanya or Yvette that I know..."

"Don't be silly my darling. They know all about Cri Cri. They have even shared a lover with her, but each partner has been introduced to her. Now she needs to learn to do her own introductions and pick the right partner or more for her pleasure."

"Do you mean this is going to be a sex party?" I asked incredulously, feeling doubtful I could cope. In reality I was not even sure what happened at one anyway.

"It may become that, you never can tell with these things. Just come darling and see. It is time you opened your eyes, if not your legs," she said giggling and with that glint back in her eyes.

"Yes Natalya," I mumbled, feeling even more unsure, but decidedly curious. I continued to dry my body, again aware of its sensual qualities. The towel over my breasts felt softer, more arousing than ever before. I watched almost dreamily as my mother walked to the door. What a beautiful petite body she has, I thought to myself.

"Oh before I forget," Natalya said as she turned round in the doorway. "You will find a key in my bedside drawer. It is on an ivory white fob. Take it and open the lowest cupboard on the right by the window in the reading room. Whatever you find in there is yours to borrow. Keep it by your bed or read in the lounge, there is no need to hide from us. Do not feel shocked by any of it. You have choices over what you do or not do, what you like or do not like doing. However, just as I discovered with your father, there are many things that at first seemed abhorrent that I now know are wonderful."

And with that she blew me a kiss and was gone.

I was suddenly aware that as she spoke I had continued to rub my naked body, standing silently with the towel between my legs. My clitoris was engorged and proud, and a fine strand of juice hung between towel and sex lips.

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Rehearsals lasted all week. Each night I came home to a welcome bath that Natalya or Andre had prepared. It was heaven to soak my tired body in the soothing aromatherapy oils. I loved them so much for their help. They took turns to support me at the Conservatoire as we practiced relentlessly for our opening night in four weeks time. Nothing was mentioned by father about the promise of Natalya, but I noticed he was more open with me about a whole range of things. For example, only tonight we were relaxing in the lounge after my bath and he had a Latin dance competition on the television. Previously he would have only critiqued the style, the footwork, the positioning of the arms and hands, but now his whole focus was different.

"Look at how she presses her body to him, Maria. There is seduction in her movements. I can imagine if I was him how the power and heat of her body would entice me, arousing my genitals, to make me want to take her there and then on the dance floor. What power she has in her body! But it is a sexual power and not physical strength that emits through every pore. Watch closely Maria how her breasts heave with desire!"

Her costume was typical of Latin dancers. Her breasts were enclosed in a sequined bra that displayed her to perfection, the tops of her globes pressed tight together like a medieval bodice. She was well-endowed and so there was an ample jiggle of flesh, but most obvious was the desire showing with the heave of her titties. Also, her hips swayed with such seduction to and fro or side to side according to the step and the style. She was not only using her breasts, her cunt that was encased in a bejewelled g-string offered and enticed. I felt my pussy melting with the thought of what she must look like naked. I was momentarily shocked by how I had suddenly found her as desirable as her partner must. I pressed my naked thighs closely together under my towelling robe.

"So sexy isn't she Maria?" my father asked, a hint of huskiness in his voice.

That was when I noticed it. His trousers had a significant tent at the front. He was hard! My father was openly aroused in front of me and doing nothing to hide it. I'd had little experience of boys outside of dancing and never seen one 'angry' as Cri Cri called it. I kept darting my eyes between the sensual display on screen and the enormous bulge next to me. 

"Yes, Maria it is arousing me. That is what a good lead female should do to me in the ballet too."

My God! He had read my mind. I blushed suddenly and shifted in my seat, placing my clasped hands firmly between my thighs, making the situation worse as I felt a fire of desire leap across my cunt lips from my engorged clitoris. It now had the full pressure of my hands. I tried to speak and deny any knowledge of what he was talking about. He was so soft and reassuring with his reply...

"Darling, men do get aroused, just as I know you are. Don't be shy, be aware and enjoy that feeling. Doesn't your pussy feel good as you watch the dance?"

I was dumbfounded. I had never lied to my father, but to admit to that? To admit I was aroused and not just by what I was watching? No, surely not. 

"I don't know," I fudged.




The Virgin And The Ballet



"Darling," he said so gently. "I have never known you evade or lie in your life. Please don't start now. We have a wonderful life in this house together, don't we?"

"Yes papa," I replied, my voice cracking slightly, wanting to reply but..."Oh hell, I have to tell you honestly. Yes, I am aroused by what I am seeing."

"Good, that is so good. I can smell your arousal, such a wonderful scent. It is subtle and sweet, yet different from your mother's which has a stronger bouquet that comes with maturity." He said, like a man talking of good wines. He sounded so pleased with me for being honest, so cheery. Then he seemed to become serious again. "Now tell me, what else is it doing to your body?"

The role had changed. He was tutoring me as he did with my dance. Usually he was making me aware of the line of my body, the point of my foot, the angle of my head or the direction of turn. Now it was physical and emotional arousal, my most intimate sexual responses. Ok, I would master this as well as I had my technical dancing skills.

"My breasts feel tingly, the nipples hard and sensitive. There is a strange 'butterfly' feeling in my stomach and sensations that are travelling like pulses up and down from my...my...cunt." There, I'd said it without the clinical terms. I said it as Natalya had done. I saw him smile and nod with approval. I continued. "To be accurate, my clitoris is engorged and so sensitive that when I put my hands between my legs it made me want to masturbate the sensations were so strong."

"Darling this is so good and candid of you." He praised with such genuine appreciation in his eyes. "That is a very good start, though there are some places on your body you are unaware of but Natalya and I shall teach you; or one of our specially chosen friends."

"Other places?" I queried, puzzled by the remark. I thought I had been honest and told him everything.

"Yes, other places, but that is for another time. I need to go masturbate now. I feel so hard and these trousers are constraining me. I don't think you could cope with your father wanking in front of you....well at least not yet?" He added, laughing lightly.

He half said it, jokingly, yet half asked a question. Was he wanting permission from me? I was confused and now even more excited. The thought of seeing a man masturbate or 'wank' as he (and Cri Cri) called it was arousing in itself. I found myself wanting to ask him to stay and show me, but then I had an overwhelming need to masturbate too. I realised I was not ready for a quid pro quo. Suddenly it felt unfair to ask of him something I could not do myself.

"Yes, maybe another time..." I replied, dreamily, intensely aware of the aching need in my cunt for pleasure and totally unaware of the significance of what I had just said. I looked back at the TV, watching another set of dancers gyrating to a salsa and saw them in a completely new light. I heard daddy call out as he headed to his room...

"I'm not going to be back in for another hour, so feel free to explore your beautiful body in front of the TV. I don't expect your mother to be in for a long time. Be free with yourself, enjoy."

"Yes Andre," I called back, still in a dreamy state, but now with my hands caressing at my thighs. The woman on screen was dancing to the 4/4 time. She showed the classic error of an amateur, screaming to move on the first beat, but as she is not allowed to, she kicked with her heel, stopping her from going straight into the step that is meant to be performed on the next beat. I noticed the tension in her body, the difficulty she was having managing the pull of the music versus the sensual, spicy nature of the dance. Then it happened. She was no longer clothed. I visualised her breasts free of their cages, the spangled brassiere flung away; the titties swinging violently to the rhythm. I saw her taut belly undulate with the man naked behind her, his hard cock simulating a fuck to the beat. Her pussy I imagined as trimmed back, her lips puffed with the same arousal I was feeling now as my fingers slid and slipped in the pungent juices of my sex.

My gown was suddenly constraining. I flung it off. My eyes were struggling to stay open. I didn't need sight of the amateur. I was hungry for more of her, but she was engrained on my brain. Latin Dances are sexual pantomimes and she had become a part of my play, just as my other hand caressed and experimented with stretching and tweaking my teats, bringing pleasure I had never known before. I liked the mix of discomfort but intense arousal; the flashes of delight that shot down to my pussy and spread like a fire over my breasts. Is this what my mother meant by pleasure through pain?

I heard the low moan grow in my throat. The noise seemed to come from a primitive part of me I had not known. My fingers moved furiously, passionately about their work; teasing and exciting, pinching and caressing. I felt the first wave of orgasm spread from my clit; then another, and another. I was screaming with pleasure, thrashing on the settee. The images of the woman on screen were lewd, yet exciting, her tongue lapping at my cunt as I licked her open pussy. The man was watching, a voyeur in the game. His hand moved swiftly up and down his huge cock. I came again and again, surprised how needy I was for more and more orgasms. Then stopped, panting and exhausted, my fingers deep in my hole. I passed out momentarily.

I hadn't noticed Natalya entering the house earlier than expected, nor seen her standing at the door watching me with intense pride and pleasure. It was only when she came to me, hugging my naked body and kissing my forehead with such love that I came out of my exhausted revelries. 

"You looked so beautiful darling. I am so proud of you," she said tearfully and with obvious joy.

I was too satiated and spent to feel embarrassed. I lay soaking up the adoration and complements, embarrassment a thing of the past. In fact, a very naughty desire began to grow in me.

"Well, I need to go and find your father," she said.

"He's masturbating," I said, weakly, feeling disappointed that she was breaking her hug. 

"Oh good! I do love to watch that fountain of cum he produces. I hope I'm not too late to taste him, but, oh, sorry that may be too much for you to consider at this time. Oh, but it is wonderful..." 

I just lay there, naked, turning to the TV to watch another Latin dance. My, the woman was sexy. It was a Mambo and she was really moving it. This woman had sex appeal! Then Natalya's words hit me. Tasting his cum? Did that sperm we'd learned about in biology have a taste? I could not visualise my mouth around a stiff cock or even licking at it. Would I be able to do that? My mind built fantasy on fantasy...

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By Saturday I had become comfortable with my parents' sexual guidance. Every opportunity they took to raise my awareness of my own body's sexuality, their sexual interests and desires, and that of others; be it on TV or around the Conservatoire or even out shopping. The subtle signals lovers gave each other, the physical expression, including a woman in the park whose partner's hand was under her dress taking her to a stifled orgasm.

I came to accept my parents walking naked around the house; something they had not done since I was pre-teens. They told me it would give me an opportunity to familiarise myself with the bodies of other people. I loved to see the heavy balls of my father swinging between his strong dancer's thighs and his cock that was long, even when flaccid. He was a very hairy man too, which I loved. I had fantasies about running my fingers down his chest and into the bush of public curls at his apex, but then I also found myself imagining my mouth at my mother's shaven pussy. She had removed all trace of hair so that I might see another woman's pussy and note its subtle changes according to states of heat, cold, arousal and so on. I loved her for her openness and care; that I should learn and be the best dancer through this unorthodox training.

They stopped locking their door at night and the suppressed orgasms that had been essential on those days I was not with my Uncle Vanya were gone. I had asked if Cri Cri was right in saying they sent me away so they could fuck noisily. They confirmed it, laughing at my apologies for being so stupid that I did not understand their needs. So now I listened and got intensely aroused by their sexual antics. I also started to go naked too around the house and pool.

I noticed its effect on my dancing. When I was dancing with a man my movements became more sensual, more fluid. I was able to feel more in the choreography and the music. I saw its effect on my partners, whose whole demeanour changed, improving the impact of our dances. I also noticed that even the very constrained bulges of my leading men were slightly pulsing and larger after each rehearsal, especially the male understudy Jiri who was looking at me as if with new eyes. Even the obviously gay ones seemed different with me. I liked the effect I was having or the education was having on me.

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"Maria," my mother called. "Can you come here a moment?"

Saturday had arrived. I'd felt myself becoming more nervous through the day, made worse by not having a clue what to wear.

"Yes Natalya, coming."

I walked into her room to see a new dress laid out on the bed, stockings, and a suspender belt. There was also a large plastic tray that was loaded with toiletries, including expensive matching perfumes, soaps and deodorants, shaving gel and razors. Next to it was another, smaller container that I recognised from my mother's jewellery tray. 

"Ah, Maria," said Natalya, arriving from the en suite completely naked. She had such beautiful breasts, high and firm. I could not help look at her shaven cunt lips that seemed to be glistening. "Darling, strip off your clothes, we need to prepare you."

"We?" I queried.

"Yes, we," said my father, walking out from the en suite area completely naked, his mouth and surrounding skin glistening and his large cock standing proud. I saw the connection with the wetness of my mother's pussy and smiled. "We are both going to get you ready, as your mother knows what a woman likes, and I can advise concerning a man. Is that OK with you?"

"Oh yes daddy, er Andre. Yes Natalya, please do." 

I was excited and scared at the same time. I held out a hand to each of them, inviting them to come forward and hug me together. We held on to each other for what seemed like ages, until my mother said...

"Tonight you become a real woman. On Monday when you dance as Odette you will have completed the first part of your transformation. All week we have witnessed growing eroticism and sensuality in your work, but remember we are just beginning. I know, and papa knows, there is a lot more to come from you. There will be times when you consider our methods outlandish, even abhorrent, but please remember that we are doing all this for love of you," She stated quietly but confidently, then said assertively, "Now, take off those clothes."

I pulled the sweat top over my head, revealing my unusually large (for a ballet dancer) breasts. When not naked I'd been going braless more and more lately, so found I liked them both staring at me. Then off came my shoes and track suit bottoms, eventually slipping out of my oldest panties, which my mother immediately picked up off the floor and consigned to the rubbish bin.

"Tut, tut," was all that Dad said, then nodded to Natalya, leading her immediately to pick up a razor, shaving gel and a hand towel from my tray.

"Lie back on our bed with your knees open and place the hand towel under your cunt and arse. I'm going to shave you totally clean."

"What?" I asked as half a question, half an exclamation.

"Yes, darling. I want you to feel what I feel without that useless pubic fuzz. It is healthier but also significantly more sensual. When I walk round the house I notice you looking at me there, am I not right?"

"Yes, yes you are." I concurred, suddenly intrigued not ashamed at my behaviour.

"And didn't you think you would like to touch and smell there?"

Could I admit this to my own mother? I looked at Andre who seemed to be willing me on to speak openly. Ok, I would. Maybe I'd even be a bit naughty and see if I could shock them.

"Yes I did," laughing lightly as I said it to keep things relaxed, though my pussy was anything but. "In fact, I wanted to taste there too!" I giggled.

Soon we were all laughing, but I didn't see any shock in my mother's eyes, only pure lust, and my father's cock was hard and pulsing as he knelt beside me on the bed. I looked at it blatantly and received the reward of a kiss on my forehead from him and the simple words, "good girl." If he had offered that monster to my mouth I think I would have sucked it and forgotten we were related. I did not care for anything at that moment other than pleasure.

"My, we are wet down here. Do I really need the soap and water?" My mother teased, and then proceeded to cover the whole area of my pussy with a layer of foam. I felt the excitement grow as every scrape of the razor made me more and more like my sexy mother. At the same time I was nervous of what was going to happen. I was still pretty clueless about sex, my role, what I had to do and not do. Oh don't get me wrong, I'd borrowed the key and taken out books to read from the basic sex manuals to The Story of O and Tiffany Twisted, which was a weird story of magic leading to a couple changing sex. Actually, that one was useful in helping me see from the other sex's point of view but through a woman's eyes. Confusing? Yes, I found it so but it was a really erotic novel and I had many orgasms when reading it. However, all of that and some very smutty DVD's were theory. Tonight was the practical. I shivered with pleasure from my mother testing my newly shaven pussy with her index finger but also with trepidation. Could I really go through with this and lose my cherry?

"Oh darling, don't be afraid," my mother pleaded sympathetically. "Tonight you become a real woman and I am so excited for you. We have only picked the best for you to choose from as the one you pair with, or perhaps more if you like."

"Natalya," I said, half asking then hesitating.

"Yes darling?"

"Does it hurt?"

She hugged me close, not saying a word, but whispered in my ear, "You can use the large dildo now if you want to stop any hurt. However, a cock is gentler in the hands of an expert. We will ensure that, subject to you choosing a man, they enter you slowly and carefully."

"Thank you mummy," replied sincerely unaware of what I had just done and what it told her.

"Darling, don't be afraid. Yes there can be some discomfort first time, but a kind and lusty lover will help you enjoy everything."

"B-but how do you know I'm afraid?" I asked; puzzled about what gave me away.

"You called me 'mummy'. You only ever do that when you have a problem my darling, especially when fearful of something."

I laughed again. Yes, the dead giveaway. 

"Now, get in that shower. Your father is going to wash you. You are to keep your arms on the top of your head unless he tells you to move them and you are not to speak. This is preparation for later sessions in your training when we will teach you the art and principles of submission."

"Yes mummy," I mumbled. It was a giveaway again. I had read the Story of O in wonder and some fear. She had been so submissive, letting people abuse her. Is that what they wanted for me?

"Darling, you are not going to be like 'O'. You are too headstrong for that, well at least that is what we think so far, but spending time experiencing that state is not a bad thing," she reassured, picking up on my fears. "Now get up off the bed, put your hands on top of your head and walk to your father in the bathroom. When finished come back to me to be dried and dressed."

I nodded, then silently walked to the bathroom. I was aware in this position of my nudity and hence vulnerability. My breasts tingled with desire, my pussy dripped with excitement and the internal doubts were beginning to subside. It was lust that I was struggling with now, especially controlling the need to have a cock inside me and become a full woman.

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Their en suite shower was a bright, white tiled wet room, with two spray heads next to each other and an array of jets, nozzles and one flexible hose per head at waist height. They were for the obvious job of washing genitals. Papa had one in his hand and smiled brightly at me as I entered, my pussy clean but still with some patches of shaving foam over my very aroused labia. His eyes kept roaming my body adding to my excitement. At that moment in time his status as father was forgotten. He was a red blooded man with an enormous cock that seemed on offer to me.

"Come closer darling," he beckoned. "Now lower your hands and hold your pussy lips open for me while I hose any foam away."

I felt like one of those models in the explicit magazines must feel when they open their holes wide and display themselves for their readers. I'd enjoyed comparing myself over the past week, noting how different our pussy lips are from one another. Some were so 'dangly', others hidden and almost childlike. I was taken by how the clitty could be tiny to twice as big as mine, which given the size of mine was amazing. I'd found I enjoyed seeing other women's pussies and masturbated often, imagining licking and finger-fucking them.

The jets played up and down my slit. Daddy was crouched down and running the head over and over my cunt. I was tingling and a deep heat was spreading between my naked thighs. As I looked down over my aroused breasts I saw my nipples hardening, becoming achingly sore with desire. If it wasn't for the water I would be naturally wet, my needs so obvious. I bit my lip, remembering to not speak, but a slow, low moan began to form in my throat. My own daddy was making me so hot and horny. I kept sneaking looks at his hard cock, pulsing and dancing as he moved. Was that water on the tip of it? I did not know much about how cocks behaved, but the fluid looked thicker somehow. 

Then my mother entered the room.

The jet kept playing on my cunt. I knew my clitty was erect. I heard my father gasp and comment. "So beautiful," he whispered with evident lust.

"Don't worry darling, I am here to keep you on the right side of the law," my mother said, giggling, and proceeded to crouch down too but with no interest in me. 

"Watch what I do Maria," she ordered. 

I watched as her mouth enveloped his cock, opening wide to envelope the purple head that must have ached with as much desire as my engorged clitoris was doing. I was amazed how far she took him into her. How did she avoid choking? I got my answer.

"When she takes me in," my father said, struggling to speak with the intense pleasure of the act, "Natalya swallows as if accepting food. This stops the gagging reflex. It takes a good deal of practice but she can pleasure me right into her now, to my root."

I gasped as I watched her whole head lift back then plunge again. I was struggling, managing the eroticism of it and controlling my own orgasmic path that was opening up before me. An array of thoughts entered my head, things learned through the reading. The spray was relentless in teasing and pleasuring me. Its individual taunting of my clitty and cunt lips by each hole on that spray head aroused me intensely. Plus, with the sight of my mother mouth-fucking daddy I was tortured with desires and erotic images. I wanted to be sucking him. I wanted his cock up my pussy hole. I wanted him in my anus. I wanted him fucking the back of my mouth. I wanted him cumming all over my titties and belly. I wanted, wanted, wanted....




The Virgin And The Ballet



And then I came, screaming my pleasure just at the same point as hearing my father cum in my mother's mouth. He was groaning and swearing with lust and pleasure. The language of the bedroom was now in the shower I thought as I smiled with the look of the cat that got the cream. All I wanted to do was have another orgasm and, for all his pleasure, daddy continued to play the hose over me and not one, but three bursts of orgasmic shocks ran through me in quick succession. 

My knees buckled but I managed not to pass out. In fact, I opened my eyes just in time to see mother take papa's face in her hands and kiss him. The sperm trickled out from the imperfect seal of their hungry mouths. She had held on to some or all to share with him. They were moaning softly and mummy's hand was moving frantically at her pussy.

Then it came, the distinctive scream of my mother's orgasm. Her head went back, breaking contact. Her mouth, like daddy, was a lexicon of obscenity and yet so beautiful in the context of their love and lust. 

We ended up standing, holding each other tight. Only then did I let go of my cunt lips that I had held open wide. Now we were naked and as one. It was beautiful and intensely erotic. 

Showering seemed to be so mundane after that night.

Unless shared...

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"Oh Natalya, this dress is so beautiful!" I shrieked with delight as she helped me into it.

It was not the dress on the bed that had been reserved for me, that was for mother. I was given a designer-labelled creation that had been hidden away in their walk-in wardrobe area. It was of the purest silk, jet black and cut tight to the waist, emphasising my dancer's physique perfectly. The back was low, daringly so. The top of my buttocks was revealed, again for emphasis, this time of my rock hard buttocks and the taut musculature down my spine. 

The bodice was surprisingly 'prim'. I had expected mother to pick something that revealed and emphasised my good sized breasts, but instead not a square centimetre of flesh showed. No, there were only dozens of tiny buttons that travelled from a high neck right down to below my navel. 

Beneath that was a very short amount of skirt, ending high above the knees. My long legs were very much on show as the hem could only have been about five centimetres below the crease where my legs join my arse cheeks. 

My excitement about the gift was now being tempered by some new thoughts.

"Mummy," I asked. "Where are the panties to go with this?"

"Don't be silly my child," she said, half laughing and half scolding.

"I have no panties? But how do I sit down and not show myself or bend and not reveal my pussy or arse?"

"You learn to enjoy teasing the men and women with your beautiful cunt and that sexy arse," she replied, in such a matter-of-fact tone.

"I don't know if I..."

"Don't be silly child!" she scolded. "You have just watched me suck off your father, have cum in front of us both and seen me wank my pussy and you are doubting you can do that? Preposterous!"

No matter how serious at times she had appeared, I had never heard her raise her voice at me before. I was hurt and shocked. I felt a tear run down my face.

She came to me, a concerned look on her face. She hugged me so gently, one hand snaking down under the soft silk to cradle my naked buttock, the other sensually caressing my warm back. It was reassuring and so promising of what was to come.

Nothing was said, nor needed to be. I would obey and learn. I would, as in my dancing, overcome any challenge however difficult for me...

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I stood at the door, greeting my parents' guests. I realised that I knew none of them. They were neither from the conservatoire nor the theatres that we had performed in around the capital. However, some were famous, including two female reporters of some note, a renowned lady judge, a TV chat show host who was so charming with me that I hoped I was sat next to him, and a group of five stage actors from the recently closed Phantom that had run for 15 years in our City. They were very humorous and one, who introduced herself as Siobhan, kissed me not only on the cheeks but a full if brief kiss on the lips that left me blushing and slightly wet between the legs. The rest introduced themselves as friends of either my mother or my father, yet all were strangers to me. Now I knew where they went bi-monthly when I was at Uncle's. 

There were twenty people in all who seemed friendly and not at all frightening. There was nothing odd about their clothing, though it was noticeable that all the women had exceedingly short skirts or dresses that just covered their buttocks. I began to wonder if they were without knickers like me. The men wore casual clothes, with perhaps the only oddity being that their tops were all the same. They wore a round-necked sweater, zipped at the front. It had a tiny emblem of a male ballet dancer on the chest. The differences were in the colours the men had chosen, from white to a very bright yellow. 

Only Natalya had a longer dress, the one she had laid out on the bed. However, as she moved I noticed the green patterned silk was split at the front and sides so that the skirts were in fact quarters of draped cloth. Her fine, long stockinged legs, their lacy tops and the long clasps of her suspenders were flashed as she walked. I saw so many men stop in mid-conversation on the patio and by the poolside as she strode by meeting and greeting people. 

"Maria!"

I heard her before I saw her. Cri Cri had arrived full of vigour, excitedly dodging round people to get to me. I turned to welcome her with open arms. What a shock!

"Snap!" I said. Her dress was exactly the same as mine. 

"Ah, but have you got the same as me underneath?" She asked, conspiratorially. 

"Nothing!" We whispered simultaneously, then burst out laughing. 

There was a change in the relationship between us now. We were both travelling down the same path, with Cri Cri a little further ahead, but the biggest alteration to our previous situation was that I now had a fervent desire to see under her dress and all the others in the room. I guessed my cousin might be feeling the same, judging from the way she was scanning below waste level around the room and occasionally letting her eyes linger abnormally long on my hem. 

I decided to test my theory. Taking her by the hand I instructed, "Come with me."

I pulled her into the downstairs bathroom. It's a large, white-tiled toilet with double washbasins and like our en-suites is actually a wet room with double showers too. It has access from the house and pool, so useful after a dip or if we have been running. For now though it had a different use.

I pulled Cri Cri in and locked the door. I felt intensely nervous and yet excited. My breasts and clitoris tingled with a now-familiar sexual tension, as if alerting me to their need to be touched. I wasn't sure how she would react, but I just did it.

"Look," I ordered, lifting the hem of my dress to show off my shaven pussy.

"Wow!" was all she could say, her eyes never looking back at mine but her head dipped down to stare and yes, I'm not being boastful, to admire my cunt.

"You like it?"

"Why yes! You have such a beautiful cunt. Why have you been so shy about sharing with me before now?"

She reached out her hand, squatting down to be at the same level as my pussy. I felt so horny now. I'd seen DVDs all week where women did this, lesbian women who then licked and fucked each other. I didn't care she was my cousin, I wanted her to do it to me.

"Mmmm, so beautiful," she said again, letting her fingers stroke over the bald skin. My God it felt good. Better than with my own fingers or mummy's, because this was now someone whom in my fantasies I had grown to realise I trusted above all others. She was the one who had tried to help me long before my parents. I felt ashamed I had not listened.

I groaned, letting her explore more and more. She was opening me, sighing with pleasure at the sight of my big clitty; now so aroused and open to her. My breasts were heaving behind the soft silk of my dress, the material caressing my hardened nipples. I touched my hand to one, feeling the electric pulse it sent to my cunt and across my belly. I wanted her to lick me, but...

There was a knock on the door.

"Won't be a minute," I shouted weakly.

"Honey, we need more than a minute," whispered Cri Cri, abruptly ending her caressing. "Let's go explore and compare notes at the end of the night? I'm staying here with you. But before I go..."

"Oh please," I whispered back, desperately hungry for her to continue pleasuring and exploring me.

"No, we both have to learn restraint - physical and emotional - but I am going to show you something to look forward to later..."

The door was rattled again.

And Cri Cri lifted the hem of her dress to show a copiously hairy cunt. How different we were.

I just stood smiling as Cri Cri opened the door and left.

When the man dashed in I recognised him as one of the actors. I didn't even register that his cock was already out before he had reached the toilet.

"Ah, that's better," he said with relief, unfased by the fact that his host's 18 year old daughter was still standing there watching fascinated as he pissed so forcibly into the bowl.

"So is this your first time?" he asked, as if everyone had conversations in the toilet with strangers of the opposite gender.

"Y-Yes," I replied, finding the encounter surprisingly erotic.

"I guessed so. I can smell your sex from here. You must be feeling very wet, your beautiful young pussy lips swollen and I bet you are probably a little frustrated. I interrupted you both, didn't I?"

His tone was so concerned, so caring. This was bizarre but I was warming to the soft, gentle lilt of his voice, his directness that was so like daddy, and the lovely smile he radiated as he stood, his head facing me and his cock pointed at the bowl.

"Yes, you did, but don't worry," I answered finding myself wanting to be both honest and also to reassure this handsome man.

"Ah, but I must. I am here to offer you pleasure should you choose me as your first. Of course there are over 20 others too, but I have to say I find you remarkably like your mother. In fact, I always remember my first time with her...

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So, I left the toilet on the arm of Seamus McMullen, an Irish actor of significant note. He certainly had the gift of the Blarney, telling tales about my mother's sexual prowess that had blossomed when Andre introduced her to their 'little group' as he called it. In fact, it was Seamus who had first put my papa onto the idea to educate my mother. He confirmed that they met twice monthly during the year, though additional meetings could happen at any time that two or more decided to 'get together', as Seamus called it. They had only to text or email with the phrase 'Ballet School' and a time and location. 

I noticed when I walked back into the main room with this gallant Irishman that people nodded approvingly at my partner. I saw too that Seamus acknowledged every nod. He was the perfect escort; and such a handsome man in his mid-40's. 

His hair was a golden brown, his eyes blue and piercing. It was as if he could see into my soul. My hand holding his arm told me he was very strong, the muscles well defined. In fact, looking at his square jaw and strong neck I imagined that he lifted weights or worked-out in some way as a pastime. 

"Yes, I do work out," he whispered to me, obviously having sensed me squeeze his arm. "It is useful to be fit if I am to pleasure as wonderful a woman as you."

"Yes, you do have the blarney." I replied, laughing, and pleased how coolly I had responded to him catching me out. Mother had taught me well this week in how not to show embarrassment. 

"I train my hands as well with hand exercises. They help me to take hold of firm buttocks and squeeze them tightly," he said, leaning into me and sliding his hand under the back of my skirt to demonstrate his technique. God, his firm hand on my right arse cheek was heaven! I gasped. A dribble of wetness left my cunt on its journey down my thigh. I could smell my scent mingling with others in the room. 

"Mmmmm..you smell divine. How I would love to drive my tongue between those delicate lips below."

I bit my lip, trying to control the desire to be taken there and then. Somehow the whole room of people had disappeared. All I could think about and see was Seamus. I felt his finger delve between my arse cheeks, testing, insinuating. 

"Ah, I see you have met my daughter," said my father from behind us. "Doesn't she have such a fine backside?"

He was appraising me like some fine filly in the horse market, but like the prize animal I stood head high and to be honest, extremely proud.

"Yes Andre, she certainly does and I would like the honour of being the first to fuck this beauty and teach her the art of true, sexual love."

"Seamus, I would be truly honoured, especially after what you did for Natalya and me, but it is to be Maria's choice and I have told her explicitly that she must circulate and make her choice for herself," Daddy replied, in a most serious but pleasant voice.

"I know, and I will always respect the rules of the Club. I should respect them, I wrote them with you all!" he was laughing, adding. "More fool me or I could as President insist on rogering her doggy style here and now."

They were both laughing, but if only they knew that the suggestion would have been welcomed by me. I had found the man I wanted to pleasure me first and take my virginity.

I pressed my mouth to Seamus's ear as he continued to laugh and whispered, "Woof, woof!" 

Then I bit his ear lobe gently, but the hint would not be missed. I felt his hand tighten on my arse cheek and the finger between my buttocks stroke at my anal rose. 

"Now Maria, whispering you know is rude," my father said sternly. "In this club we discourage it, wanting people to be open with each other and not create mysteries in front of others. Tell me what you said."

I was surprised at him telling me off in front of someone else, but there was something about this interaction. He was being so assertive, almost dominant with me in a way I had not experienced before. I could not rebel if I wanted to. This was not about father-daughter or man-woman, this was more and I was unsure what but I had to obey.

"When he said doggy style, I whispered 'woof, woof' father. I would not have minded him taking me doggy style," I said, clearly and in ear shot of a number of surrounding guests. I felt Seamus's hand squeeze again and this time the finger pressed harder against my rose, opening it slightly. I liked this feeling. I also liked being so open with my father when commanded. What was happening to me?

"That's better Maria," he said simply. "Seamus, will you go and introduce her to the others? I know you want to fuck her, and I also know how good you are at it, but the rules are the rules, aren't they?"

"Whatever you say, sir," Seamus replied, taking his hand from my arse to give my father a mock salute. Both were laughing heartily again. Boys! I thought. 

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Within an hour I had circulated the whole group, meeting some lovely people who were not always the most attractive, but always kind, polite and physically fit whatever their age. Some were clearly not interested in being my first sexual partner, their attention more drawn to the person with them at the time, or in one case were more focused on themselves. 

"This is Lydia," Seamus said. "But I see we are disturbing her at a bad moment. Well, it's a good one for her but not if we want a conversation. I'm not sure I know the woman on her knees, though she has got a lovely arse..."

Lydia was an Amazon of a woman, at least six feet two tall, wide hips and large breasts. She had a young woman - almost a 'girl' judging by her young body - on all fours clasped between her thighs, and under her very short skirt. I could hear the rhythmic slurping and lapping and see the sheer delight on Lydia's face. She was caressing her own breasts through her very skimpy top, then sliding fingers under the material and over her nipples. 

"Oh, darling Seamus, I'm coming! Spank the little slut will you, pl-e-e-ease?"

"Maria, you are to do it," Seamus ordered, quite sharply but understandably so given how close Lydia was to an almighty orgasm. 

Incredibly, I just obeyed. I lifted the girl's skirt out of the way and brought my hand down in a loud smack on that sexy bare white arse. There was no sound from the woman other than an increase in the noise of her slurping and the expletives and groans coming from Lydia. 

"Again, woman!" ordered Lydia. "Spank her again and harder this time, harder, I'm so close to..."

I spanked down twice as hard this time, drawing a muffled scream from the cunt of Lydia. I did it again and again, starting to really enjoy my dominance of the poor creature on the floor and the pain I was inflicting. I liked the feel of my hand smacking the soft but firm arse of another woman. It was fun. It had a perverse sensuality about it and my own pussy liked it too, judging by the smell of my juice that hung in the air around me.

"Yes, you are a natural," exclaimed Seamus, clearly delighted by my responsiveness to his order. I felt his hand come up my skirt again, the finger forcing further into me. I bent slightly, helping his digit penetrate me a little more. "I think you are going to be a very naughty member of our little club my darling."

I smacked harder still, proud of his words and feeling deliriously perverted with his finger now up to its first joint and pressing deeper into my anus. I still had my virginity, but knew that I would like that sexual practice when the time came to be buggered.

Then I heard the scream. Lydia was naked to the waist now, her hands caressing urgently at her immense titties. She was bucking against the girl below, grinding her cunt onto the face of the woman. She was swearing and imploring all sorts of things in some sort of orgasmic hysteria, and then she came again and again. I continued to spank her girl, though lighter now, interspersed with soft caresses of her punished skin. I saw her body flinch a few times, much to my perverse delight.

What I was not prepared for was when she got up from under her sparked-out mistress who was by now lying back over one of our leather sofas with her legs wide and her sweat covered breasts hanging over her sides. The girl, who had been wiping the sex juice from her face, then turned.

"Cri Cri! My God, Seamus, I have been spanking my cousin!"

I didn't know if to laugh or cry, but she gave me the clue.

"You are so-o-o good," she said enthusiastically. "Like ma says your father is. Oh Maria, you have such talent in those hands. Thank you."

And with that she approached and kissed me, full on the lips and tongue forcing into my mouth. I felt the wetness and smelt Lydia's cunt juice, so strong and sensual. I should have stopped her, but found myself too aroused to do anything other than press closer to her and reciprocate in a brief but intense French kiss. Then I remembered my manners...

"Cri Cri, this is Seamus. He is, er..."

"President of the Club," she interrupted. "I know as he is the first man to ever fuck me," she added almost matter-of-fact. 

"But I thought you hadn't been here before.."

"I haven't but daddy, your Uncle Vanya, brought him home one weekend when you cancelled because of illness. He fucked me for two days once I'd stopped trying to stay an idealistic but frustrated virgin..."

"Why didn't you tell me?" It was my turn to interrupt.