0 comments/ 26749 views/ 1 favorites Touching By: mseaking Standing by the window in her thin nightgown Linda watched her husband as he walked out to the car. “He is such a good man.” She thought to her self. “God if he could just learn what I need.” She didn’t even realize she was touching her right breast until her nipple started to tingle as she pulled on it. “He has such a nice cock. I just don’t know why I can’t cum when he makes love to me.” She let her hand run down over the slick material of her gown until it reached her pubic mound. “Well I know what to do.” She told her self as she turned from the window. She pulled her gown over her head as she walked to the back of the house. Tossing it on the bed she stopped and looked at her 28-year-old body in the full-length mirror hanging on the closet door. A slight smile came to her lips as she ran her hand down her sides and over her full hips. “I still look good.” She cupped her full 36b breasts, holding them up as she looked at them. “I could use a little bigger breast I guess.” She let them drop and turned side ways still looking at them with a critical eye as she pulled her long blond hair up into a ponytail. “If they were bigger they might sage though.” Turning more she looked over her shoulder at her full round ass cheeks and how they ran into her soft thighs. Still smiling as she let her eyes run up and down her 5’ 9’ frame and realized just how much all that time on the stepping machine had paid off. “Yep Linda old girl you do still have a nice ass!” She pulled her cheeks apart looking at the puckered little hold that was so sensitive for her. She let her finger run slowly over it making her shudder. “Oh god how I wish he would fuck me there.” She thought. “Its ok. You know what to do.” Linda went to the bath and as the shower ran getting the water nice and worm for her she gathered up her things and placing them on the shelf in the shower enclosed tub she stepped in. She slowly began washing her self-touching every part of her body until she tingled all over. Taking up the little hand mirror she place it so the water ran on it rinsing off any steam as she lathered up her pubic mound and began shaving it. She was being very careful not to touch her clit she pulled her lips this way and that as she removed any of the unwanted hair from her woman hood. “He didn’t a word the first time I shaved it. I don’t think he even knows it ever had hair on it.” She brought down the showerhead spray tip again being careful to not let the spray hit her hard little clit began rinsing her self. “He loves me, I just don’t know how he can be so clueless.” She stepped out of the shower and began rubbing the big full towel over her body. She closed her eyes enjoying the feel of the soft fluffy terry cloth on her skin. She wiped it between her legs and trembled slightly as it touched her clit. It’s had stuck it’s horny little head from between her swollen pussy lips and Linda bumped it again. “OH!” she gasped out lowed. “Not yet Linda!” it startled her that she had spoken out loud. And she began to laugh softly as she padded bare footed into her bedroom. Linda dropped the wet towel on the floor at the foot of her bed as she walked over to the big sliding glass door the led out to the patio. She pulled open the curtain and slid the heavy door open smiling as the cool morning air ran over her clean skin. She stepped out onto the cool concrete and walked naked out to her rose garden. “God I don’t know if I can wait!” she thought as she felt the sun worming her back. Her mind went back to Mark and how he had fucked her that morning. “He lasts long enough.” She turned feeling the wetness in her woman hood as she tiled her head back letting the morning sunshine on her face. “He must have pumped me for 20 minuets. I just can’t cum that way!” she grew a little sad as she realized he had not made her cum once in the 8 years they had been married. “I wonder what he would think if he saw me walking around our yard naked for the world to see? I wonder what he would think if he knew how hot it makes me to show off my body like this.” She smiled then giggled. “I wonder what he would think if he knew how much I want him to fuck my ass!” Linda walked back into the bedroom and over to her dresser. From the back of her top right drawer she pulled out the toy she had hidden under her old panties. Again she looked into the glass and as it reflected her image back at her she caressed the 8” long but plug in her hands. She turned her back to the glass as she applied KY to the thing working it in her hands like it was the cock she craved. She looked at it, although it was long it was only medium in it’s roundness and god how she loved the way it filled her. Looking over her shoulder she bent at the waist as with one hand she pulled her full soft cheeks apart. She watched as she placed the big toy at her back opening and slowly worked the tip in. Staying bent over she pulled it out and slicked it up with more of the clear KY. Again she watched as she put the round tip against her puckered anis and pushed. Slowly ever so slowly she pushed then pulled it, in, out, in out until with a soft groan she took the whole thing deep into her pulsing rectum. She smiled as she worked it around in bottom until it felt just right. Still bent over she held her cheeks apart looking at how it filled her. “Oh god I love the way it feels.” She told her self as she rose up and with a sigh walked to her closet enjoying how it felt in her as she moved. She pulled out the short little pink summer dress she had planed to wear on her outing and lifting her arms she dropped it over her head covering her naked breasts as she made them shake as she shook out her hair letting it fall into place. Singing softly to her self to try and keep her mind off of how her clit was throbbing Linda waked back to the dresser and pulled out another toy. This one she loved because of how it worked. It was wireless and worked from a remote she could hold in her hand or put in the pocket of her dress. Once she had even used it while her and Mark had gone out to dinner. She had almost cum setting at the table making excuses as at the last second she had rushed to the bathroom! She smiled as she place it at the opening to her wet vagina and pushed it in. She pushed it with 2 fingers taking it deep into her as she remembered how hard she had cum that night. It had been all she could do to lean against the door so no one could get into the small room as wave after wave of her climax had rushed over her Trembling slightly Linda pulled her fingers from her wetness and with a wicked thought she slipped them into her mouth sucking her slickness onto her tongue. As she tasted her self she moved to her dresser where she pulled out her thinnest pair of white nylon panties. Smiling she looked at how very shear they were as she pulled her dress up around her waist. Linda stepped into the full panties then moved to the mirror and still holding her dress up she looked at how her hairless pussy looked through the thin cloth. “God I love this!” She thought as she let the front of her dress fall in place. She turned lifting it up in the back to look at how the toy plugging her ass held her ass cheeks apart as she looked through the thin cloth covering her ass. She reached back pushing in on the anile plug making her catch her breath as it moved in her bottom. ===================== Mark had forgotten his work keys and had come home just in time to see his lovely, and he thought, shy wife walk naked out of the patio door into the back yard. He started to say something but stopped in stunned silence as the sun glimmered in her damp hair. He was instantly hard as she walked around looking at he flowers, stopping to stretch and just enjoying being nude out side. He had stepped back into the hallway wanting to stay out of sight and watch her as she came back into the house. He had never seen her like this before! “She looks so naked! Dam she looks so hot! What have I been missing?” He asked him self as she opened her dresser drawer. “What the fuck is that? No way! Not a butt plug!” Marks cock was busting in his pants as he watched his beautiful young wife slip it into her bottom. “No fucking way!” He was screaming in his head as she stood and got out her other toy and it was with total fascination he watched as she slipped it into her puffy pussy and he had to catch his breath to keep from making a noise when she slipped them wet with her juices into her mouth before she put on her panties. “Where did all this come from?” he asked him self as he slipped down the hall and out of the kitchen door. He pulled out of the drive way and drove down the block a ways and stopped. Mark was trying to get what he had seen strait in his head when Linda drove by him in her car. “HO FUCK PLEASE DON”T LET HER BE GOING TO MEET SOME ONE ELSE!” He said out loud as he pulled out a couple of cars behind her. ===================== Linda let out a soft sigh as she sat down in her car and the toy in her bottom pushed into her. “OH I hope I can wait.” She told her self as she started the car and backed out of the driveway. She was looking in the mirror at her makeup when she thought she saw Marks car behind her. “What the fuck? Is he fallowing me?” she changed lanes and so did he. “I wonder what he is doing?” she smiled. “Well maybe I can make this work for me.” She pulled into the strip mall parking lot. “Or really fuck things up.” Linda waited to get out as she watching him as he parked. He had slipped out of his car and moved so he thought she would not know he was there. As Linda sat watching him she pilled her summer dress up so that it was up around her waist fully exposing her legs, thighs and panties. She opened the car door and turned sticking her long legs out for any one to see and sat that way exposing her self to any one watching as she looked at Mark from the corner of her eye. She leaned back and gathered up her purse and didn’t bother to pulled her dress down or adjust it at all as she got out of the car and stood up. Linda started walking to the sidewalk in front of the stores not sure what Mark was seeing until she got to a window that not only reflected that her short dress was pulled up very high in back but also that Mark was standing just the other side of the closest parked car. Smiling she bent over at the waist knowing her short dress would pull up her thighs. “Do I dare go farther? What will he do?” she asked herself. “ God I am so wet! Fuck it!” She bent over all the way fully exposing her toy filled ass to any one that was looking as she adjusted the strap on her high heal shoe. When she looked up Mark was gone. ===================== “Oh my god Linda what are you doing?” He asked him self for the tenth time as he watched her setting in the car with her dress pulled up. He felt his dick rubbing on his pants as he took a step out of her eyesight. “I have never seen her look so hot! Look at that! Look at how her dress is pulled up!” he looked around to see if any one else was looking as he adjusted his dripping hard dick in his pants. He slipped behind another car. “Oh Linda! Let me see it sweetheart!” he watched as she bent part way. “OH YES! THAT”S IT! BEND OVER FOR ME BABY!” Quickly he looked around again for other people that might be watching her. Then he looked back to his wife just as she bent all the way over! Suddenly he was looking at the toy in her ass! “OH, OH, OH my godddddd!” With out even touching him self-Mark had cum in his pants! “HOLE SHIT!” was all he could think as he rushed back to his car. ===================== Linda saw Marks car pulling out of the parking spot it was in and she picked up her cell phone and hitting speed dial. “Hello.” “YOU ASS HOLE! Pull right back into that space and come here to me.” She watched as the car moved back into its space. “You can’t do this to me.” “Do what?” “Nothing! That’s what!” the car door opened. “Don’t! You stay right where you are.” She trembled as a cool gust of wend blew under her short dress and onto her over heated crotch. “Here is what is going to happen. You are going to watch me. You will not touch me or say any thing to me until I tell you that I am ready for you. You will listen to me as I tell you what to do and what is happening. Do you under stand?” Linda turned on the remote toy so she was just barely feeling it buzz in her soaking wet pussy. “Do not hang up! Get out and walk to me.” She smiled knowing she was going to cum any second if she wasn’t careful. “There are things you need to know.” She started walking just in front of him as he stepped onto the sidewalk. “Did you know that as much as I love you I have never cum when you fucked me?” “Well na,” “I said don’t speak!” She stopped and turned to look at him. She leaned against a pillar that went up to a canopy over the sidewalk. He had stopped and was looking intently at her. “Did you know I like to dress like this and walk around letting people see me?” She dropped one hand to her thigh and slowly pulled the already short dress up exposing her right leg up to her hip. She watched him looking at her as she turned up the toy making it buzz a little harder. She squeezed her legs together making it slide deeper in her dripping pussy and had to catch her breath as it buzzed through the thin membrane that separated it from the toy filling her bottom. Linda turned and started walking again. “Did you know that I play with my self 3 or 4 times a week.” She stopped turning fast to face him. “Do you have any idea how much I want you to lick me until I can’t move and then turn me over and fuck my soft ass?” she trembled as she got closer to her goal. He had a look of total disbelief on his face as he watched Linda’s face turn pink. He had never seen her look so beautiful in all the time they had been with each other. ===================== Mark was hard again and enjoying the feeling as his stiff cock pushed into his jeans. Linda had turned her back to him again and was walking. She had almost reached the next pillar. “Now it is your turn to listen to me.” He said, “Stop right were you are.” Linda did as he asked and turned to look at him standing 30 or 40 feet away from her. “Lean back on the pole and push your bottom into It.” again she did as he asked feeling how the anile toy pushed into her open anis. “That’s it let your self enjoy it while you think about why you have never told me this before.” He looked around and not seeing any one to close by looked back at her. “Pull your dress back up in front.” She began to pull it up over her thighs until the hem reached mid thigh. “Higher. I want to see you! I want to see you standing there showing your self off.” Linda smiled as she reached into her pocket and turned the remote up to high. She began to twitch between her thighs as she pulled her dress up exposing her panty-covered crotch to any one looking. She closed her legs crossing them as she tried to grip the now shaking toy into her womanhood. “No spread your legs.” She looked at him through half closed eyes as she opened her thighs and stood with her feet shoulder width apart. Linda was right on the edge as Mark sat on a bench by the door of the store they were in front of. Closing her eyes Linda began to tremble as she felt the first spasm of her climax. “Do you really want to let people see you like this?” “Yes!” she opened her eyes looking at him. “Have you done this before?” “Yes.” Her voice was shay now. Suddenly he began to worry. “Do you fuck other men?” “NO! This is your pussy. I just want you to lean how to use it.” “Hang up your phone. Pull your dress over your head and walk to my car.” Linda felt another trimmer in her wet vagina as she looked at him. She realized he was daring her and at the same time telling her he was with her and would make her feel the way she needed. She watched his face as she pulled her dress over her head and her breasts bounced into view. She walked to him dropping the thin cloth into his lap. “I love you very much Mark.” She said as she turned and walked out into the parking lot. She didn’t look around at all as she went to his car. It was locked! For the first time Linda felt panic as she looked back to see he was just watching her. He sat there for what seamed like hours when he stood and starting walking out to her. Suddenly the toy buried deep in her pussy began going fast then slow, fast then slow. He had found the control! Fast! Slow! Her hands went to her panty covered pubic mound as it began to buzz and bounce in her then stopped. Mark walked to her making it happen one more time as he hit the remote to the car door. Linda didn’t move to get in. Instead she stood there looking at him with her bare breasts shining in the sun as he turned the toy on high. She came. “OOOOOHhhhhhhhhhhh goddddddddddd yesssssssssssssssssss!” both hands went to the tits pulling on her nipples as her hips bucked wildly in the air. “OHHHhhhhh!” It was the hottest thing Mark had ever seen as he watched her cuming. He looked around to see people on the sidewalk looking out at them. “Get in.” She did falling to the side as she came again as the toy in her pussy continued working its magic and the presser of the butt plug pushing into her. She laid like that as they drove to their house with neither of them speaking. But Mark was busting in his pants. He was going to do what he had dreamed of but never dared to ask for. He was going to have her ass! ===================== He pulled into the driveway. “Get out and fallow me.” Lind started to pick up her dress. “Leave it.” He said. “In fact take off your panties to.” Now Linda looked at her husband with a new fire in her eyes as she realized he was into her showing off. She pulled her panties off and left them laying in the car seat as she got out. She fallowed him up the driveway not caring if the people living around them seen her nakedness or not. They went through the back gate and Mark put his hand on her shoulder. “Stop here and wait for me.” He went into the house and was only gone for a second returning with the tube of KY he had seen her with. He was hard as stone and naked. “Linda bend over that table.” She did as he asked. “Show your self to me.” Again she did as he asked putting both hands in the cheeks of her ass and holding them open to his probing eyes. He moved behind her as he put a bunch of the lube over his hard man hood. He slowly pulled the hard rubber toy out of Linda’s backside making her let out a long soft groan. “Ho god Mark, oh my fucking god!” she looked over her shoulder at him as he dropped the toy. “Are you really going to do it to me?” she asked as she felt the tip of his dick touch her now tender ass hole. “Are you really going to fuck my ass?” “Yes I am and then I am going to do any thing else to you that you want me to do to you.” He pushed into her open backside slowly going in until her heard her gasp. “Its so big!” he eased up. “No push! God I want it in me Mark! Fuck my ass for me baby! Do it!” He did to pushing into her until he felt his ball bounce off of her swollen clit. He humped her hard as the presser built in him as she pushed back grunting with each thrust as he turned the toy that was still imbedded deep in her pussy on full blast. Linda came! For the first time she was cumin on his cock and she loved it! “OHAAAAAAAAAAAa GOD AAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaa Mark oh yes baby fuck my assssssss aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” He got her by the hips as he pushed and humped her harder. Sweat rolled down his face as he stood on his patio fucking his wife in the ass for the first time and then he was cumin with her. “GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGgggggrrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaggaa!” He collapsed onto her back and held her trembling body in his arms as he grew soft and slipped out of her tender back side. He moved from her taking her in his arms and kissing her deeply. “What else do I need to learn to make you happy my love?” Touching Linda smiled up at him. “Come and take a shower with me and I will show you every thing.” She knew then there marriage would last forever! Touching Amani Mistress gives a girl recovery time, so she went to the Hutch to share skin with rachel. Rachel's jewel was shining in her door and she was stretched out watching a vid when the door admitted a girl. This girl flopped next to her honey-colored body and rachel turned to this girl, our arms twined, our legs locked, and we curled around each other like puppies. "Slave-sister, a girl is pleased to share your warmth. " the customary greeting slipped out almost without thought. "Your life is this life, sister." rachel replies. "Mistress is elsewhere; I am free for a moment." She whispers in this ear. "Look at this back; are there marks?" a girl breathes. Mistress gives a girl recovery time. She does not like a girl marked overmuch. Rachel's warm palm drifts down this back, making this girl shiver. "Smooth, white and lovely dearest." She says, "You are white jade, milk glass, perfect. " "Amani is gone! There is no trace of her!" When I say these words, the hole in my life expands. "You might as well say the sun does not radiate, that it does not pull us all sunward every minute! I love amani!" Rachel's mouth finds mine and stops it with kisses. "Share your life with mine dear one." She whispers against this chest. Her hands creep to each side of this head and pull a girl into a long deep kiss. The feel of amani rises out of touching rachel. Amani is standing in her room, weight on one hip, hands holding the ends of her braids -- grinning, brown and bare. Rachel releases my head and snuggles her head against my shoulder. Her hands seek these hips and pull me against her hip to hip. This girl rests her head on a shoulder and the room is silent, there is nothing to say. For a nameless time we soak up each other's warmth, the simple pleasure of skin on skin, the physical presence of another like body. While this girl is lost in memories of amani, rachel stiffens and turns to me, "My Mistress calls me." A moment later there is only the travel vid of some barren moon for company. Meg's jewel is unlit. Around the corner, red's jewel has turned black and dull; there is no way to touch her. She is gone unless her master allows her to connect. A girl goes back to the room to lie down and await Mistress. -------------- This girl is wrist-leashed and walking with Mistress in the market. "Where are we going Mistress?" The sun is high, it must be near noon, and small shadows puddle at everyone's feet. "Good, you are back; I want to get something for you before we lift." She says, "Carla got her girl some wonderful local jewelry." The street is crowded with tourists and peasants, but they make a path for Mistress in her uniform with me in tow. It is the same mix of chrome and glass, squalor and hovels, sellers and sold, in markets everywhere. Mistress took me with her while this girl was still in the Hutch! How can that be; how can this one be present and have no knowledge of it? She has heard of girls being punished for errors made while they were away. But she still goes, when Mistress gives her time. "I was thinking of pendants, or a waist chain; I'm tired of those things you wear, something new, something different." Mistress says, mostly to herself. My appearance is her pleasure; She is pleased to have me wear rings, and chains on my ankles. Like many girls, my head is shaved and she is smooth and hairless elsewhere. "I would like to see you in those new micro-graphics; I think you would look lovely in Fuji watercolors, but they are so fragile. I would have to use pain induction, and I do love the feel of a good cane or crop. " A thing learned from amani, when she got into a grumpy mood, when the world felt like iron shackles around her ankles, when it was hard to even find her submission, amani would ask to be beaten. While she was strapped to the frame, as she was being flogged, she would open her mouth and scream and scream as hard as she could. Afterwards, it was like she had released a toxic load of something, and she felt light and free. After she was released, she felt reborn, new and loving -- child-like. At first this girl was horrified that amani would be beaten for no reason, but when she explained, this girl understood. This girl has been beaten, for punishment, for entertainment, whatever Mistress is pleased to do, but she'd never thought of asking to be beaten. This girl felt as amani described, when we left Haven. She was indifferent to her owner, always grumpy. Mistress sat me down to ask why this one was so unhappy. This girl couldn't really tell her, when she tried, she just ended up crying. Amani was out of touch; she couldn't share with her either. When a girl was feeling sorry for herself, when she was thinking of amani and missing her, she could almost hear amani describe her feelings! This girl could hear amani asking to be beaten. So she went to Mistress, knelt, hugged her knees, and begged to be beaten. She started to say why, but couldn't talk for crying. Mistress took me to the brig; they strapped me to the frame and Mistress flogged me. After the third or fourth stroke, a girl just screamed and screamed and screamed until she brought up this huge hunk of fear, frustration, anger, rage, and things she has no name for. After that, the flogging seemed more like a massage; this girl relaxed against the frame and took pleasure in the care She gave me. My back felt warm and the strokes were like hands on me. At some point She stopped and the orderly began unbuckling me. As strange as it sounds, this girl wanted her to continue! All the grumpiness, all the unhappiness, all had disappeared! When Mistress carried me to a table, this girl felt reborn, like a child, as if she were so light she might float away. ---------------- Mistress is leading me into a small, busy shop. Some people look at her uniform enviously; some look away, but most just glance and go on with their shopping. "Are you looking for something for yourself, or something for her?" A salesclerk smiles brightly at Mistress. "Just looking really, mostly for her. If I found something for her lips, or nipples, -- or pendants maybe." she says as she browses the display cases. "She's very beautiful! Have you had her long? If you'll step over here to the counter I can show you some things." The salesclerk motions deeper into the busy store. Mistress leads me to the back of the store, to a counter with a couple of high stools. There are cases for all kinds of jewelry, necklaces, bracelets, chains, and others hanging on display. People are looking at rings, jewels, and pendants, in cases. The salesclerk wears jewelry everywhere, a walking display of the jeweler's art. "Just sit on one of these stools. Put your feet on the rungs. Lean back on your elbows; the counter is sturdy. It can take it!" The salesclerk says, gesturing to a stool. This girl sits, leans back against the counter on her elbows, and spread her legs wide as the salesclerk steps between them. She looks down at the floor while the salesclerk opens her legs a little more and says, "Well, she could certainly use a few more rings, something to hang a charm, or an owner's tag on! It will make her more submissive as well." As she says this, she slips a finger between my lips and pulls gently to indicate where a ring would go. "Or perhaps a couple of rings to display her inner lips better -- pull them down and out a little." she suggests. "Her lips are closed right now; but with a little more stimulation they would open up and she would present her inner lips and clit more." Her fingers pull gently at my lips and she slips inside me briefly. A girl shivers, and the familiar lightning makes her hips move. Mistress says, "I don't like too much hardware; I like her virginal look. I don't want her to look used." The salesclerk slides her fingers up to my hood ring and fingers it. My hips twitch and this girl draws a quick breath. The salesclerk says, "She's wonderfully sensitive; you wouldn't want to change that! I love how soft and smooth she is." "Yes she's a wonderful find. I love her innocence!" Mistress says with a hint of pride in her voice. "Do you have nipple shields?" "I'm sure we do. Let me just show you something new, a tiny little bell for her hood ring." She steps away to open a case and this girl looks up to Mistress. She has that small, secret smile that means she is very pleased. Mistress gives me an air kiss, "What would you like dearie?" As a girl looks to her to speak, she notices we have a small circle of admirers, back out of the way. Several women and two or three men are looking at her frankly as she is spread open for Mistress and the salesclerk. "Anything to please you." she whispers and looks back down. The salesclerk puts a black velvet square on the counter. Several rings, nipple shields, and three fine chains, in gold and silver, are displayed on the velvet. She picks up a tiny bell on a silver chain. The salesclerk opens the clasp with one hand, and pinches my lips around the hood ring with the other, and then slips the clasp around the ring. This girl shivers as lighting strikes her again. When she lets the tiny, bead-like bell drop, it chimes a high, pure note. "They're called kajira bells and we can put them on rings, bracelets, collars -- wherever you'd like -- and your girl will always make music wherever she goes." she says with a professional smile. "Do you like it? Do you like the look? How about as pendants from her nipples?" "Stand up sweetie." Mistress says. This girl closes her legs and comes up off the stool. "Come to me." The kajira bell bounces between my thighs and chimes it's pure note. "I might want a thread link so it can't pull out and damage her." She says to herself. "What else? I'm tired of the cuffs I have on her ankles; I'm so tired of chain! What do you have in solid bracelets?" Mistress asks. The salesclerk leads us over to a different display case, with rows of bracelets in silver and gold, some with jewels and some without. "Just put you right foot up here dear girl, so we can try a few things." Mistress is browsing the cases while this girl stands on one foot and places the other on a stool. The salesclerk takes a row of bracelets out of the display case and sits next to the stool. "Do these come off? Is there a catch or key to them?" she says as she examines the chain cuff around my ankle. "No, they are permanent; just cut them off. I'm tired of them anyway." Mistress says without looking up. The salesclerk works a thermal shield under the chain and then presses a micro-torch against one link. The link glows and becomes plastic as she twists and breaks it. Once she unwraps the chain, she sets it aside and takes a massive silver bracelet with a hunting scene lasered into it, and slips it around my ankle. "What do you think of this?" she asks Mistress, "This contrasts nicely with the delicate bone structure of her ankles. We could also hang a kijira bell from an ankle chain to emphasize that delicacy." While Mistress and the salesclerk discuss anklets, a girl remembers the day she received the chains. We were at an officers' party. We had delivered the cargo, been re-supplied, and the officers were invited to an evening party. "Kajiraamani, a girl is pleased to share your warmth. " this girl said, holding her arms out for an embrace. "Your life is this life, sister." amani replied, coming into my embrace. "This one likes your piercings, one barbell, one ring -- she likes it!" amani was pierced at nips, navel, and three in her labia, along with several tattoos. "Have you ever had a lime and ginger salt rub?" she asked, grinning. This one tried to be funny and said, " Is that made with tequila?" Amani took my hand, led me down to the hot tub, and gestured for me to lie down on one of the benches. She seemed very young and happy and easy to like. She stretched me out on the padded bench and put my head on my hands. The sun was warm on my back. She started by putting something wet, in a line, across my lower back. "This is made with sea salt, lime peel, minced ginger, olive oil, and aloe vera; it makes your skin tingle and gives you a nice glow." As she massaged it into my back with long, slow strokes, this girl could feel a tingly heat and smell the fresh ginger and lime. Amani worked her way slowly up my back to my shoulders. Once amani reached my shoulders, she began a circular stroke sort'a like rubbing the mixture in. My back could really feel the heat and a hard-to-describe tingle, not strong enough to burn, but like a distant echo of that. It felt really good! Her hands were very gentle, as she worked on me slowly and methodically, going down my back eventually reaching the backs of my thighs. This girl was nearly hypnotized or asleep when amani said, "Let me help you turn over." We were in the sun and it glared in my eyes until she put a cloth over them. She started again just above my lips and slowly worked her way up towards my navel. "You should have a charm or something, on your barbell too." she said as she did slow circles around the top bead. This one could only moan; no words would come. Someone else began rubbing the mixture into my thighs, beginning at my lips and working outward. This girl shifted, opening her legs to make it easier. Amani was taking out my jewelry; she said she'd put them back when she was finished. She began to slowly rub the mixture into my breasts in small circles, going very slowly and gently. This girl shivered, her hips arched, and someone began to play with her barbell. A long breath shuddered out of this one, and she reached for amani, who dodged and said, "almost done." "She likes to be held down." Mistress said as she pinned my wrists above my shoulders. Amani began at my collarbones and slowly worked her way across my breasts until the rub made them so sensitive -- the breeze felt like cold water! Someone slipped fingers into me and began searching for the Right Spot. This girl didn't care about anything but hands on me, someone kissing me, someone biting my nipples. Amani held each nipple to replace the barbell, and kissed me long and slow, searching for something with the bead in her tongue. I jerked and shuddered and moaned, while Mistress held me tight. I reached that unthinking place where there is no me, only a body to be touched, and used, and caressed. Mistress took the cloth off my face and said, "Time for the hot tub!" The sun had gone behind a plane tree and my face was in shade. Amani helped me sit up; there were people standing all around the bench, looking at me and smiling. Amani hugged me and whispered in my ear, "You are so amazing!" Mistress voice snapped me back to the now. "What do you think of these?" she asked. My ankle was wearing a wide silver anklet that curved and wound around like vines of ivy. The vines looked delicate, like lace and had small, jeweled flowers in the ivy. "This girl is honored Mistress. Your pleasure is this one's desire." The salesclerk gave me the old ankle chains to put away in my bag. The high tinkling note from the kajira bell followed us out of the shop, into the street. "For all that they look delicate, those anklets are hardened titanium; your bones would break before they did." Mistress said as we walked. "A girl is flattered by your attention Ma'am. You give her life. A girl kneels to you always." this girl says quietly, while admiring the new anklets in the noon sun. Mistress picks up the pace and a girl does not have time to admire the anklets, she must avoid bumping into others as Mistress hurries through the crowds. "We should be getting back. Lift countdown starts soon and somehow they just can't seem to do it right without me!" Mistress says with a wry grin. Mistress is the Executive Officer and oversees all the procedures to lift into orbit; she is usually engrossed in every detail and is on duty for days. This girl must make sure everything in our quarters is in order, and that Mistress is served without flaw while she is on duty. "I want you to make sure my stores are full before we leave. Everything needs to be topped off, everything in order." Mistress says while looking at her slate. "I've sent you a list; it's to be done before we leave planetside." "Yes Mistress. I submit." When we reach the ship, the guards salute Mistress and she logs onto the terminal at the dock. This one kneels while she scans for a moment, catching up with preparations to leave. As she reads, a scowl slowly crawls across her face and even the guards can see she is not pleased. When Mistress directs that scowl at this girl, pain follows. She reads and types, reads some more, and types some more. This girl kneels out of the way, silent, waiting. "Well. I've done what I can from here; I need to get to the Operations Center." She says at last. "Pet, I want you to sleep; this could be a long watch and I want you fresh." "Yes Mistress. I submit." "I'll send someone for you when I need you. Look at the list I sent before you sleep." She says just before she heads off for the Operations Center. As a girl make her way from the business to the residential quarters, she keeps her eyes down and hurries quickly to Mistress's quarters. The servant's entrance opens she is home. A girl's first duty when returning home is to shower. After the shower, sometimes this girl is rubbed down with warm oil, but tonight there is no one else here. This girl checks for mail from Mistress, and notices a few others. Her mail is a list of tasks, not a long list, or a hard list; these can all be done. Before signing off, this girl sends: A slave girl's plea, a slave girl's dream, she is Yours and she prays You enjoy everything this girl has to offer, Even to the very last breath she takes. ~ Kneeling beside the bed, the Pledge comes to these lips: "We pledge Honor, Obedience and Service, given unconditionally by reason of the Gift of Respect, Guidance and Protection. By reason of this, we pledge ourselves eternally to those that hold us. These six sacred rings we promise to protect with our very souls." This girl crawls in bed to drift away alone. Just before sleep comes, a buzzy feeling, twitchiness, signaling a slow slide into something bad. ---------------- Amani is led past on a leash. A girl is kneeling, waiting for her Mistress. We are going to an exclusive party, at a beach on an Owners world. Mistress has cropped me several times for decoration; a girl wears only silver rings, a collar, and a diamond-chain wrapped around her hips. She kneels just to the right of the front door, signifying everything is in order and she awaits Mistress's pleasure. Mistress steps out of the door and clips a silver leash to my collar. She is wearing a full evening gown of ultra-blue, which vibrates down on the blue end of the spectrum. She glances at me, gives me an air kiss, and tugs the leash as she moves towards the cart taking us to the shuttle. When we arrive, Mistress leads me to the Command Party Shuttle and we board. When Mistress is seated, this girl sees amani at the other end of the shuttle, but we may not speak. As it should be, her attention is on her Mistress. The flight planetside was uneventful; there was the usual buffeting in reentry and the girls took seats. This one looked to Mistress, but she has hardened titanium bones; she never flinches. When the ports cleared, there was a green and gold atoll on a silver-struck sea. The deep green sea fades up to turquoise, and up to the white sand beaches around the small island. As the island approaches, the pilot lines up for a landing. The party is held on a beach, at the back of a shallow bay; strings of lights on poles lit the sand. There were girls splashing and squealing in the surf. The officers and the Owner stood on a bamboo patio under the trees, talking and drinking. Mistress leashed me to a smaller platform with a thatched roof. A girl lay bare except for her jewelry and collar, stretched out, watching the strings of lights come on around the bay. Touching Amani This is where the dream gets hazy, blurry, broken. Something happened, but she can't remember. There is a moment of sparks and darkness, of something lost and just beyond reach. . . Amani was kneeling, begging as she does so well; it was very dark. There were cries and whispers, but a girl was bound tightly. There are people moving in the dark. . . It is dark and close. Somewhere a girl is crying. Not crying/scared, but crying/hurt, alone in the dark. This girl can't move, or a girl would share skin with her . . . There is too much blood everywhere! The air is raw, smoke is in the air and figures in body armor rushing by in the gloom of emergency lighting. . . I feel soft, soft and squishy like marshmallow. I am being hurried to a shuttle. The pain of liftoff puts white stars in my vision and a sense of something straining, and then there is blackness. -------------- She awakens in a plastic cast. Clear, hard plastic moulds to her from above her knees to her shoulders. It is less dark, but blurry. Nothing has any definition, just blobs of light and shadow. "Memory is like the gums after a tooth has been pulled. The absence will register until the gums have knit and healed, and then she won't remember that anything ever happened. There will be a hazy place where something, maybe perhaps happened." The Voice says other things, some she remembered, some she did not. Some things she remembers but cannot understand. Mistress is standing next to the bed wearing her impenetrable diplomatic face, that face she wears when she commands, and those she addresses have no clue to the depth of her skill. Mistress is whispering close, "Dearest, you know amani was damaged. You were damaged yourself. Amani is beyond touch darling; amani is gone." "I love amani! Amani was from this body! I love her! " she shrieks, sobbing. "I love amani" she whispers to herself, "I love amani." Mistress suppresses a fond grin, "Silly girl, we can clone you another friend." There is a blackness. ------------- Mistress gives a girl recovery time, so she went to the Hutch to share skin with rachel. Rachel's jewel was shining in her door and she was stretched out watching a vid when the door admitted a girl. This girl flopped next to her honey-colored body and rachel turned to this girl, our arms twined, our legs locked, and we curled around each other like puppies. "Slave-sister, a girl is pleased to share your warmth. " the customary greeting slipped out almost without thought. "Your life is this life, sister." rachel replies. "Mistress is elsewhere; I am free for a moment." she whispers in this ear. "Look at this back; are there marks?" a girl breathes. Mistress gives a girl recovery time. She does not like a girl marked overmuch. Rachel's warm palm drifts down this back, making this girl shiver. "Smooth, white and lovely dearest." She says, "You are white jade, milk glass, perfect. " "Amani is gone! There is no trace of her." When I say these words, the hole in my life expands. "You might as well say the sun does not radiate, that it does not pull us all sunward every minute! I love amani!" Rachel's mouth finds mine and stops it with kisses. "Share your life with mine dear one," she whispers against this chest. Her hands creep to each side of this head and pull a girl into a long deep kiss. The feel of amani rises out of touching rachel. Amani is standing in her room, weight on one hip, hands holding the ends of her braids -- grinning, brown and bare. Rachel releases my head and snuggles her head against my shoulder. Her hands seek these hips and pull me against her, hip to hip. This girl rests her head on a shoulder and the room is silent, there is nothing to say. For a nameless time we soak up each other's warmth, the simple pleasure of skin on skin, the physical presence of another, like body. While this girl is lost in memories of amani, rachel stiffens and turns to me, "My Mistress calls me." Touching Anna We first met at a company conference. I spotted her coming through the door while I was browsing the agenda, already bored, idly wondering if I could escape, and there she was. And my very first thought was that she reminded me of that moment when the morning sun breaks over the horizon, and suddenly the whole gray earth is bathed in golden splendor. Blinding and glorious. I lost track of her in the crowd at lunch, but on day two, I found her in the cafeteria line and managed to join her. I introduced myself, and when she turned around and smiled and greeted me, well, everything lost perspective. Every good intention I'd ever had just went right out the window. From that day on, she's inhabited my days and nights, my dreams and fantasies. Her name is Anna. She'd been a swimmer for Ohio State in her college days (not all that long ago), and she still has the muscular shoulders and small waist, the sculpted thighs and calves from long hours in the pool. She's a natural blonde with curly, bouncy, carefree hair, steel-blue eyes and fair skin. She loves the outdoors, but she burns easily. She's tall for a woman, about 5' 10", and has that healthy, vibrant southern California look about her, even though she swears she's never set foot in the state. She's smart, well-read, loves to laugh, she's witty and quick. What can I say? We hit it off, big time, and we started making a habit of taking our lunches together whenever we could. And it wasn't very long at all until I thought, maybe, possibly, she likes me. And to tell you the truth, I felt a little bad about that. But only a little. I'm married, you see. She's not. Look, I know. I should have cooled it. I should have been the mature one, should have done the right thing and backed off. I'm nearly twice her age, after all. What can I say? I was lonely and looking for someone. Is that such a crime? I wanted to feel my heart race like it used to. I wanted to find someone who could make me smile. I wanted to find someone on whom I could lavish all of the little romantic gestures that I love, and my wife has grown so weary of. Someone to talk to. Someone to confide in. I was looking for a friend, really. Just a friend. But Anna became much, much more. It was several weeks after the conference, a Friday afternoon when most of the crowd had skipped out early. I'd been making a habit of working later because, hey, there wasn't much to go home to. On this particular weekend, my wife had left town for a visit to her sister's house, so I was in no hurry at all. It was about eight or so when I left and headed out to the parking lot. And there she was, lying on her back beneath her SUV, trying to coax the spare tire out so that she could change a flat. Other than the two of us, the parking lot was deserted. I have to admit here that I couldn't see her face at all, but I recognized her gorgeous, muscled legs right off the bat. Her knees were bent and legs spread in a very suggestive pose, and her already-short black skirt was up around her hips, with only her black thong covering her at all, and it wasn't doing very much. Anna's got this child-like spirit about her, and to this day I just don't think she gave any thought at all to what she looked like, or how it was affecting me as I debated whether to watch her or help her or dive between her legs and eat her. Realizing that she hadn't heard my approach, I called her name. "Anna?" She peeked out from under the car and spotted me, and instantly she broke into that thousand-watt smile of hers. She slid right out, folding her legs as she did so, and got up semi-gracefully as she clapped her hands together in an effort to get rid of some of the dirt. "Martin! Oh, wow, am I glad to see you! I thought everyone had gone home already. I can't for the life of me figure out how to get this spare to drop. I'm just about ready to go find the inventor of this thing and pound him a few dozen times with a tire iron! Would you mind helping me?" Mind? Just let her try to hold me back! She had thrown an old sleeping bag on the ground under the back end, so I dove under to have a look. Remarkably, she followed me, moving in close to tell me what she'd already tried. In less than a minute we had the trouble spotted and fixed, and I lowered the tire to the ground. "Oh, man. I can't believe I didn't figure that out for myself! I can be so stupid about these things! Arrrgggh!" "You're definitely not stupid, Anna. It's like when you can't get the peanut butter jar open and you ask someone to help. The rule is, the lid's gonna come right off for the next person you hand it to, and you're going to end up looking like a fool. I think that's Murphy #7." She laughed. "Well, Murphy #1 already bit me: 'If anything can go wrong, it will, and at the most inopportune moment.' I was going from here to meet some friends for drinks, but I'm afraid I'm too filthy to do that now." She had a black smudge on her white blouse, and her face was dirty in a few spots where she'd touched herself with her hands. "Well, you can still probably head home, change, and meet them later," I volunteered. "They'll be gone by then. I was already running late when this happened. It's ok. I wasn't really looking forward to girls night tonight, anyway." It didn't take long to finish with the tire. I tossed the flat and the tools in the back of her truck. "There. You'll be fine, now. Everything else ok?" "Everything's fine. Thanks a million, Martin. You've saved my life. Oh, wow, take a look at your hands. I'm sorry I got you so dirty." She glanced around the empty parking lot. "Where are you parked?" "Mine's in the shop. I took the bus today. The stop is just a few blocks south." "Well, the least I can do is give you a lift home. Hop in." "Thanks, Anna, but I've got a better idea. How about if we go to your place and let you clean up, then you and I can go out for a late dinner?" I knew I had crossed the line as soon as the words left my mouth, but I needed to know if my instincts about her were right. I was never going to have a better chance to find out. Was there something happening between us, something that she might want to pursue just as badly as I did? She hesitated. She hesitated some more. I was just about to apologize... "You don't need to get home to your wife?" she ventured. Ah. The wife question. "Actually, she's out of town this weekend, and I was planning to go home and find a good book to read. Spending the evening with you sounds much more enjoyable." She didn't reply, and I knew I'd put a lot on her. "On second thought, it's Friday and you're probably tired. Why don't you just drop me at the bus stop and I'll give you a rain check?" "No. That won't be necessary. The truth is, I'd love to go out to dinner with you, Martin. I've sort of been hoping... Well, I'd love to. Thank you. That's very sweet of you." "Then, let's drive. We'll go to your place to let you change your clothes, I'll freshen up, and we'll find someplace where we can eat and get better acquainted." Neither of us said much on the drive over. Luckily, it wasn't far. Anna lives in a small apartment on the east side of town, nicely furnished but not extravagant. She pointed me towards the guest bathroom while she disappeared down the hall and into her bedroom to change. I finished before she did and spent a few minutes looking around a bit before sitting down on the couch to wait. I was flipping through a Vogue magazine I'd found on the coffee table when she came back into the room. I remember looking up at her and... wow! She was wearing a bronze, spaghetti-strap dress, vee-cut in the front, mid-thigh length, one of those fabrics that seem to flow like water over the curves of a woman's body. Her breasts were high and much fuller than I'd realized, and they moved suggestively as she walked gracefully towards me. The dress accented her small waist and her award-winning legs which, from my vantage point on the couch, looked as though they might go on for miles. She wore heels, a gold ankle bracelet, and a single pearl on a gold chain that dangled dangerously above the chasm between her breasts. I imagined it plunging to it's death, willingly. I let my eyes feast before I spoke. "Wow!" was all I managed to say. "May I assume that 'wow' is good?" she teased. "Wow is better than good. Wow is... wow! You look stunning, Anna." "Thank you! I thought that since we'd be going out to our first dinner together, and since you saved my life tonight, I might suggest going someplace nice, perhaps someplace where we might dance? I'd like to get to know you better, Martin, and I don't want us to be in a hurry tonight." I was speechless. Blown away. "That sounds wonderful, Anna. I've been hoping for an opportunity to get to know you better, too." And with that, we left. She suggested that I drive, which was too bad. I had hoped I wouldn't have to take my eyes off of her for the rest of the night. I wanted to memorize every curve and ripple and nuance of her body. Who knew when, or if, I might ever have the chance to see her like this again? Instead, our roles were reversed and she seemed to be the one who couldn't stop ogling. We made small-talk on the way to the restaurant, a little club that I know where the lighting is soft and a small jazz quartet provides music for those who enjoy dancing. Our table was near the garden, and from the moment we were seated it seemed we wouldn't be able to take our eyes off of each other. We talked endlessly about the places we've been or wanted to go, the things we loved, our dreams and hopes, and our fears. We laughed. We held hands. Sometimes we didn't say anything at all, just lost ourselves in the depths of each other's eyes. The night seemed to go on and on forever. She finally turned the conversation to the crux of the matter, the thing we had both been avoiding. "So, what are we doing here, Martin? I must be crazy, going out with a married man. I don't know why, but since we first met I just haven't been able to get you out of my mind, and believe me, I've tried. If I had any sense at all, I would have told myself to run like hell and don't ever look back. Instead..." She gave a little shrug. "Why are we doing this?" I'd been asking myself the same question, and I only had part of an answer ready, and not a particularly good one. "I think it's because we're both searching for the same things, Anna. We want to be close to someone because we feel lonely. We want to matter to someone. We want to be loved. When I first saw the way you could light up a room, something told me that you might just be the one who could do those things for me. And, I don't know, I guess I'm wondering, hoping, if I can be someone like that for you, too." She didn't reply for a long time. Instead, she let her eyes wander out onto the dance floor where a couple was moving slowly, sensuously, embracing the music and each other in a very public menage a trois. "I have this habit of making my life more complicated than I should," she remarked. "Look, Anna, maybe I should drive you home," I replied. She leaned towards me and put both of her hands on top of mine. "Maybe you should take me dancing, instead," she smiled. I took her by the elbow and led her to the darkened dance floor. We came together and held each other close, not really dancing so much as just swaying to the music. Her full breasts brushed suggestively against my chest as we moved together, our legs touching. She snuggled her face into my neck and rested her head on my shoulder. I held my hand in the small of her back against the cool, silky fabric of her dress and spread my fingers, so that the tip of my pinky slid gently over the rise of her ass as we swayed back and forth. We danced several numbers without speaking, communicating only with our bodies. "I haven't been with a man in almost two years," she whispered, finally. "It's been a lot longer than that since I really felt needed by a man. I guess it scares me to think about the future, getting involved with you and all the complications that would create. I don't need the grief. But I sure do need something... someone. I keep seeing your face wherever I go... I don't know about tomorrow yet, but tonight, I need you, Martin." She looked into my eyes as she said it, and my heart nearly leapt out of my chest. "I need you. I want you. I want you to touch me, make love to me, make me crazy with desire. And in the morning, I want to wake up with you at my side and let it happen all over again. And after tomorrow, well, I don't know about that. Right now is about all I can handle, and right now, right this very minute, I want to give myself to you without holding anything back." She looked up into my eyes and I saw tears. I put my hand on her cheek and lightly stroked her face with my fingertips, then I bent down and kissed her, caressing her lips with mine with all the gentleness I knew. She smiled up at me, beamed, in fact. "Let's leave," she said. ********************** She locked the door of her apartment behind her and led me down the hall to her bedroom. She stopped me at the doorway while she entered alone and went to the night stand, where she lit candles, there and on the dresser. Then she came around the bed and turned towards me, silhouetted by the golden candlelight, and I swear she looked like an angel. She reached behind her back and unfastened her dress, shrugged her shoulders slightly, and held my eyes as the gossamer fabric floated away, dropping around her ankles. She was dressed in the pearl necklace, a low-cut bra and a tiny thong. I think my mouth was open as I admired her beauty. The room felt hot, and I was suddenly having trouble breathing. "You're absolutely beautiful," I told her. "An angel." Then I removed my shirt, my shoes and socks, and finally unbuckled my pants, letting them fall around my ankles as she had done. My briefs didn't manage to hide my enthusiasm for her luscious body. The head of my cock was nearly bursting from the waistband. She reached behind her again and unclasped her bra, holding it for a moment at the front and smiling, teasing, before she took her hands away and let it fall. Her breasts were large, round and more relaxed without her bra, and her nipples were erect and eager, red buds of flesh surrounded by the rosy circles of her areolas. Hooking her thumbs beneath the strings of her thong, she turned her back on me, keeping her head turned, eyes locked on mine as she slid the g-string from between her luscious cheeks, off her hips and thighs to the floor. She spread her feet wide apart and placed her hands on her ass cheeks and seductively slid her palms down to her thighs, then pivoted to face me. She was every bit the blonde, and her pussy was covered with a thin, downy, tuft of golden hair. She smiled and raised her eyebrows, as if to say, 'Your turn.' I reciprocated, and her eyes widened a bit as they locked on my thick cock, which bounced slightly and uncontrollably as I stood there before this goddess, my mind totally paralyzed except for the single-minded desire to plunge my cock into her and fuck her brains out. Luckily, she made the first move and closed the gap between us. "Touch me, Martin," was all she said, and we embraced, our naked bodies burning into each other as we kissed deeply and urgently, tongues meshing, hands roaming each other's flesh, passions soaring even higher than they already were. We kissed like we were possessed, then I broke away from her lips to cover her with hot kisses, starting at the hollow of her throat, her chest, to the rise of her breasts. I captured her right nipple between my lips and sucked hard, and she groaned and reached up and pulled my head tightly against her, pushing her breast into my mouth. Her nipple felt as hard as rubber, and after torturing it with my tongue I moved to the other breast and repeated my ministrations, while memorizing the curves of her body with my fingers and hands. "Ahhhhhh, Martin, that feels so wonderful. So wonderful..." Her eyes were closed and I continued moving downward, caressing her breasts, squeezing her nipples with my fingers as my lips and tongue traveled over her tight belly, kissing and licking my way lower until I pressed my face against the softest and most fragrant mound of desire I have ever known. "Oh, yes, oh, yes. Do it, baby. Let me feel your mouth on me!" I nuzzled her mound with my lips and nose and tongue, taking her swollen pussy lips between my own and stroking them gently, licking up the rich, spicy juices that now bathed them and fairly dripped from them. And all the while, I stroked her thighs with my right hand while with my left I kept up a light rhythm on her breasts. She began mewling and moaning, murmuring sounds that I could not understand, her breath jerking, her body swaying unsteadily. I slid my hand up, up, up to the soft skin at the top of her thigh and pressed my fingers to her lips, slipping my index finger easily inside of her. I began stroking her, slipping deep, pulling out, pressing deep, and as I did so, I moved my tongue higher, looking for the joining of her labia, finding the hood where her golden treasure lay hidden, and captured her clit between my lips. She shrieked, and I began stroking her clit with my tongue as I plunged a second finger into her, slopping her juices in and out of her, strumming her nipple, building up too many sources of pleasure at once for her to possibly withstand the onslaught. Her hands found my head. With one she supported herself on my shoulder to keep from collapsing, and with the other she pulled me into her until I couldn't breathe. "Oh god, yes! Oh god! Do it! Do it! Ahhhhhhh, Martin, oh, Mar... Maaaaaa, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" A firestorm flashed through her clitoris and swept upwards over her body. She shook uncontrollably and moaned as though in the throes of some terrible power, and it was terrible, and great, and it flooded her with such a feeling of indescribable pleasure that she momentarily lost consciousness and staggered. Catching her with my hands, I lowered her to the bed where I bathed her in kisses, starting first at her glorious pussy where I lapped up the flood of her elixir, then climbing up her body to worship at her incredible breasts, then finally, taking her lips in mine once again and kissing her deeply. She was still panting, still out of breath, and so I rested alongside of her for a few minutes, watching her breasts heave and her nipples twitch, admiring the golden glow of her moist skin, forgetting how horny I was, content to lay next to this beautiful woman and watch the afterglow of the gift I had just given her. She turned her head towards me and took my face in her hands and kissed me again, softly this time. Her eyes were filled with tears, and a single drop rolled down her cheek and fell to the bedspread. She reached down and found my cock and began fondling it lightly with her fingers as her eyes held my own. "I want you inside of me. I can't believe this. I can't believe you made me cum so, so... Martin, I passed out! You made me feel so good that all of a sudden everything went fuzzy and I lost my senses! Oh, baby. Oh, sweet baby. I want to make love to you until you wear me out! I want to do things for you that you've never been able to ask another woman. I want to make you feel as good as you just made me feel. And before this weekend is over, I will. I promise. Unless I die first!" She laughed. "Come inside of me. I feel so close to you right now, I want you in me, on me, all over me, and I want us to come together and, and... I want you completely, Martin." She pulled me up onto her body and I stretched out and let her firm breasts press against me. We kissed deeply and she spread her legs apart and drew them over mine, her calves riding up and down my thighs, her thighs squeezing me. Touching Anna I lifted myself up on my elbows and she reached between us and took my cock in her hand and pressed me into her pussy lips, stroking the head up and down, teasing her clitoris with the head of my penis, making herself wetter again and making me crazy with the sensations of her moist pussy and her small fingers. Then she put me at the opening of her love and nodded slightly. I pressed myself into her, quickly, pushing down and up and deep, and her smile changed in an instant to wide-eyed alarm, and then, pleasure... Her face turned red and suddenly she was breathing hard again as I buried myself deep into her wetness. God, she was so tight, so hot, so wet, that I nearly blew my load with that single stroke. She couldn't wait, and it was a good thing she couldn't! She moved and I pulled back, sliding out nearly to the head, then plunging back inside of her, then back out again, this time fully exiting her pussy, only to plunge back in once again. She locked her legs behind my ass and pulled me to her tightly with every new stroke. She kissed me wildly, and I kissed her breasts roughly, chewing on her nipples as our rhythm built up to a fever pitch. I pounded myself into her, my cock feeling like it was driving all the way to her throat with each pistoning stroke. I slipped my hands under her full ass cheeks and held her higher as I thrust and thrust. She began groaning, moaning, the pitch of her voice rising, her eyes becoming half-wild, and I felt the denouement bearing down on us like an out of control freight train. "Anna, baby, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Yessssssss! Fill me, lover! Fill me up! I'm cumming, ohhhhhhhhhhhh! My cock tightened like a vise and I drove into her, spurting jet after jet of hot cum deep inside of her, burning her with my passion, flooding her with my desire, my cum spilling out of her as my cock just kept blasting her insides with the heat of my love. She squealed as she felt me empty into her, and her thighs grabbed me in a death-grip and held me tightly. Her vagina pulsed and contracted as the waves of her own pleasure, mixed with mine, flooded over her once again. She closed her eyes and I buried my face into her neck, breathing heavily and inhaling the scent of her hair, her skin, her flesh, her sex, so that I might never forget this moment, this precious moment, as long as I live. We kissed playfully after we'd regained our senses. She smiled up at me with a warmth that I would never have known existed had I not seen it for myself. "Thank you, Martin," she whispered. "Thank you for complicating my life. To think, I might have missed that... Oh Sweetheart, lover, don't you ever leave me. I want to give you everything you've ever wanted in love, Martin. Everything." And she has. Believe me, she has. (c) 2002 Charlie Goodman Touching Can Be So Sensual It started innocent enough. An occasional touch here, a touch there. The slightest contact can be very satisfying. The anticipation of when it will happen next and how (and where) is exhilarating. On this sunny day it started with an innocent brush of my hand running up his thigh. We were sitting next to each other when I felt to urge to touch him. He was a little startled at first, even a little tense. He didn't push me away so I slowly got up, gently pushed his chair back and stood in front of him. He was nervous but didn't say a word. I quietly leaned over and started to run my fingers through his hair. His hair felt so soft and made his so incredibly sexy. He closed his eyes and I slowly began to kiss his neck. His breathing became more intense as I softly nibbled at his neck and ear. Just when I felt the urge to kiss his beautiful sensual lips I slowly sat back. Sitting back on the edge of the table I gradually lifted my skirt to reveal my exposed kitty. Thigh high hosiery and the absence of underwear make me feel sexy. The feel of the warm breeze on my cunt makes me throb. He sat there speechless. I wasn't sure if he was more surprised by my boldness or my wet pussy just inches away from him. Taking advantage of his shocked state I began to rub my throbbing clit. Seeing the growing bulge in his pants let me know that he liked what he saw. In my bag I always carry a toy or two to take care of the long commute home every night. I retrieved one of my quieter playthings, turned it on and ran it up and down my waiting clit. Just enough to tease him (and myself). After arousing my clit I slowly entered it into my pussy and pumped it a few time. I removed it leisurely and put it in my mouth. I slowly licked it clean He sat there not knowing what to do. I noticed a little bit of pre-cum stain on his pants. With that I knew it was time to stop teasing and start pleasing. I threw my toy back into my bag and got down on my knees in front of him. Slowly unbuckling his pants his breathing once again became intense. I gently rubbed the outside of his pants a few times to see if his cock was as hard as it looked (it was!). In anticipation of what was about to happen I started to shake a little. I unzipped his pants, reached in his boxers and felt his warm smooth cock in my hand. Stroking it I gazed up at him and the look he gave me made my pussy wet and throb with a want I'd never felt before. I felt my juices run down my leg. I softly pulled his dick towards me and began to lick the tip like it was an ice cream cone (swirling it with my tongue). Running my tongue up and down his long hard shaft made him groan. I then moved on to caressing his balls with my mouth while wrapping one of hands around his leg and the other around his plaything. Slightly sucking on his balls I started to pump his dick with my hand. Then I took it in my mouth and little by little I went down on him. He was much larger than I anticipated but I took as much of him as I could. Up and down I slid my mouth, wrapping my lips around his rod. Looking at his big beautiful eyes I began to pump him with my hand and licking him at same time. I could hear his slight moans getting louder. I wanted to unbutton my shirt and let him fuck my tits but I didn't want to stop sucking his hard rod. Right before he exploded I slowly pulled away from his throbbing dick, sucking as hard as I could. As my lips released the tip of his dick a warm stream of cum escaped from him. I grabbed his dick with both hands and pumped him, shooting cum allover my face. After he was done shooting his wad I licked the remainder from his tip. The look of satisfaction on his face was all I needed that day but I had a feeling that the day was just beginning... Touching Ch. 02 Chapter 2: Let Me See I was setting on the shore of the lake that is in the middle of our property fishing. "Hay you!" Linda called to me. I turned to her as I rolled up my fishing line. "Hay back at you!" I smiled at her as she walked to me as the two nephews that were staying with us blew past me and out into the lake. I couldn't help but watch her as she walked making her little short summer dress swirl around her thighs. "I thought you wouldn't be here for a while yet!" I said when she got to me. Linda pointed to the boy's splashing and generally raising hell in the water. "You think I could keep them away?" She laughed, as I looked at her 36c breast her nipples hard from moving under the thin material of her dress. "Besides I thought it would be fun to spend some time out here with my man." She sat down the picnic basket she was carrying bending at the waist as she did so. Her dress pulled high up the back of her thighs as her breasts fell forward making the all ready tight top of the strapless dress even tighter. At 28 Linda had not lost a thing and I knew it was because she worked out several times a week. My eyes were pulled back to the hem of her dress as it came up to just below her bottom. "God woman I love you." I thought as I felt my self-length in my shorts. "Well I am glad you did. It is kind quiet out here." She looked out at the kid's. "HAY! NOT TO FAR OUT BOY"S!" she called to them as she sat down making her dress billow out in the process. At 8 and 10 they were a hand full. "The rumor in town is that you have a woman friend coming out here every other day." She looked over the top of her sunglasses at me. "I wonder who that could be?" she smiled Her dress had slipped up past mid thigh as she sat down and I smiled at her as I let my eyes run over them from behind my sunglasses. "Well there is this one lady that shows up some times. She I quit a looker to." I sat down on the blanket with her as she leaned back on one elbow and said in a stage whisper. "She is a wild fuck to! Really likes it!" I licked my lips as I looked at her top full of those soft round breasts. "If you know what I mean." "Yes I know all about that lady. Maybe she should come around more often. I hear she really took a liking to you." Laughing Linda moved in such a way that her dress pulled up almost to her hip. She looked out at the boys splashing around. "Mark I need you to know that I love you for the other day. I am sorry for not talking to you, it's well I just didn't know that's all." I watched her dress fall between her legs as she turned folding one leg under the other exposing both legs up to her dress covered crotch. She looked at me. "Umm, do you still think I am pretty?" I didn't know where that came from. "What the hell kind of question is that? Your one of the most beautiful woman I have ever known! What is this all about?" Her cell phone rang. It was her brother. "Ok sweet hart. I know, but we are down at the lake. Yes, yes I know and I will make them run. I love you." She hung up the phone. "BOYS YOUR DAD IS AT THE HOUSE WAITING FOR YOU. She called to the kid's and they both came running. "Go on up to the house. He has dry cloths and is waiting for you." Off they went screaming up the trial to the house. We could hear them the whole quarter mile to the house. "Larry came out to pick them up and take them in to Dallies to a ball game." Linda moved on the blanket turning to the little ice chest she had brought with her. "Want a beer?" "Sure." I watched as the thin white material of her panties came into my view for just an instant as she turned. "What are we going to do tonight then?" I asked. "Well I thought we could just spend the rest of the day here and then tonight you could cook me a big thick stake." She handed me the cold beer. "Would that be ok?" "Sounds good to me as long as you don't mind spending time with me. Let me see what did you call me? Oh yes, a boring old looser." She looked at me with a slight smile as she lay back on the blanket. "There was only one looser until the other day and it wasn't you." She pointed to her little beach bag. "Get the sunscreen out of my bag for me will you." I turned to the bag and dug out the cream and when I turned back to her she had pulled the hem of her dress up so that it was just a little wad of cloth below her breasts. "I want to get some sun while you fish." Her tiny little white panties did nothing to cover her full pussy mound and were just shear enough that I could see she was freshly shaved. "Who can fish with you laying there like that?" She looked over the top of her sunglasses at me and I thought I saw here eyes drop to my now very hard dick as it pushed out the front of my shorts. "Then stay here with me." Smiling at me she looked at the tube of cream in my hand. "Want to put that on my legs?" "I don't," "Come on, I won't bight." She opened her thighs just enough that I was now looking at her pussy lips. Although I wasn't quite use to her being so bold I couldn't take my eyes off of her as I put some of the scented cream in my shaking hand. Her panties had slipped to the side fully exposing one soft lip to my gaze and I was awe struck as I looked at how her vagina lips were just a little darker than her skin. My hand was shaking as I touched her ankle. She rose up on her elbows looking at me. "Mark, are you shaking?" I devoured her with my eyes drinking in her beauty like it was fine wine. "Linda seeing you out like this is so new to me. When I think of all the time I wasted, well I love the new you that's all!" I could feel the precum as it leaked from my now acing dick and into my shorts. "My god you are so beautiful." I ran my hand up over her calf and began working the sunscreen into her thigh. "I love you so much and you have to promises me that you will tell me every thing from now on. I can't believe we went all this time with me thinking I was doing a good job in bed and you being so unhappy." I squeezed her thighs. "Linda we can never let any thing like that happen again." I bent down kissing her thigh then looked up to see her smiling at me. "I love you to Mark, we will be fine." I looked at the dress covering her breasts "Take your dress all the way off. I want to see the sun on your breasts." She tilted her head to one side looking at me for a second as she thought about what I had asked her to do. "And if I do will you want to put cream on them to?" "Yes!" "Are you saying you want to touch me all over right out here where any one can see?" she asked as she sat up looking at me. "Yes." Still watching me she pulled the cloth of her dress over her head. I let out a soft groan as her full firm breasts came into view. Her nipples were the same color brown as her pussy lips and grew hard puckering up into dark little points. Linda's breasts rolled to the side as she layback resting on her hands as she looked at me. "Is this what you want Mark? Do you want me to show my self to you?" She looked around. "Do you want to make me all wet and sticky out here for any one to see?" she looked around again. "Do you want to show me off as you touch me?" "Yes!" I moved up to her putting my face close to hers as she spoke to me. I kissed her softly tasting her tongue as she slipped it into my mouth. I pulled back looking at her as I ran my sunscreen filled hands over her belly moving them up to cup her breasts. I pulled slightly on her nipples and a soft moan came from her as she looked around again. "Mark honey, you don't know what it has been like having to sneak around, wanting people see me." She was looking at my eyes. "Wanting you to know about it all. God baby how I have wanted to do things just like this with you." She ran her finger across my lips. "I love you to." "I know sweetheart." I sat back looking at her. "And I had no idea I would like it to. I also know that you are very, wet. I can see what its doing to your panties." I looked around knowing that even though the lake was on my property, there was sure to be some on fishing or Kayaking out there but I saw no one. "I love you very much." She ran her hand over my face touching my lips again. She moved to her knees and then stood up making her breasts move and bounce on her chest. "I think I will go cool off." Her little thong did nothing to hide her nakedness and I watched her ass move as she walked away from me and down to the water. My cock was so hard it was hurting as I slipped my hand into my shorts and adjusted it. The tip was covered in my cream and I rubbed it up and down the length of it as I watched Tina make a shallow dive into the cool water. I watched her paddling around as began to gather up our stuff so we could go back to the house. I was setting on the ice chest watching her as she walked out of the water lifting her hands to her head. Her hard nipple caped breasts lifted as she took both hands pushing back her wet hair as she walked to me. Her now wet panties drew my eyes to them making me smile because they were so sheer she might as well not had them on. I looked at how the muscles in her thigh rippled acing to be in her as she drew up to me and stopped. "I guess this means you are ready to go?" she looked around. "Where did you put my dress?" "Away." Linda smiled. "You want me to walk back to the house like this?" she ran her hand through her hair again making her breasts bounce as she pushed it back from her face. "What if some on meets us on the trail?" "We will hear them and I have your dress right here. Besides you are the one that likes to show off." I looked around and then back at her. "It is one thing to talk about it but quite another to do it." "So is this a test?" She waved her hand around showing me our surroundings. "If it is it isn't a very good one. There isn't any one around to see me." "Come on we can talk about it while we make dinner." She was right there was no one on the trail to the house. I really knew there wouldn't be. I man after all it was on my land with no way for people to get to our house. But tomorrow would be different. I watched her naked ass moving in front of me as we went up the trail. If my plan worked out little Miss Linda would be seen by a lot of folks. Touching Ch. 03 Part 3: Linda Talks, This Is Going To Be A Fun Day! I was so surprised at how Mark had reacted when he caught me showing off but more than any thing I was excited. Now here he was walking up the trail to the house behind me, watching me as I walk along wearing only my panties. I was so excited because he was doing all he could to make me happy after not being taken care of in bed for so long. As we cooked our dinner we talked about many things but it all came to a head as we had a glass of wine after we ate. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he picked up my hand. "I mean all I want to do is make you happy Linda." He looked deep into my eyes. "Maybe if you told me a little more about it. Well maybe I will know more about what to do." "Well the first time I knew it turned me on to be looked at I was in high school. I had just turned 18 and was going from gym class to history when I slipped and fell. There I was on the ground with my skirt around my hips when the coach ran over to help me. I had cut my knee and was bleeding. He got down on his knees to look at my cut but his eyes kept running up my legs to my panties. At first I was pissed that he was trying to look but he was being so nice I couldn't stay mad and took me to his office to "clean the cut." He had me set up on one of the tables in his office as he got some things to bandage my knee with. I had pulled my skirt up high on my thigh as I slipped up on the table and thinking about the look on his face I just left it that way. He had me set up with both feet on the table with my hurt knee bent and stuck up in the air and I knew he could see my backside through my panties as he reached behind my knee lifted it, "So he could open the cut to clean it." And as he looked at my panties I thought what the hell and leaned back just letting him look." I sat down on the coffee table in front of Mark as I told him what happened. "Mark he lifted my knee and moved my leg so that it opened me wide just like this." I laid back and put my legs up like the coach had. "And when he ran his hand over my leg as he looked at my pussy I just flooded my panties. I smiled as I watched him Mark, looking at how I was exposed to him, he licked his lips and he was hard in his pants. I was tingling in my clit and I opened my legs wider for him." I had been watching Mark for a reaction, and his eyes kept going to my crotch. He was looking at how little of me was covered by my panties as I lay there with my legs open. He just smiled at me as I went on talking to him. "When he was really sure I was letting him see me and would not go running from the room he touched my leg. He began slowly running his hand up and down my thigh. He said I looked so soft and asked me if he could touch me. I told him no but I would let him see my pussy if he wanted to. Of course he did so I pulled my panties to the side." I slipped my hand down to my crotch and pulled the thin cloth to the side as I had done for the couch, "and the old guy came in his pants. After that I played with my self for hours and thought about the look on his face when he came. I flashed him every chance I got after that." I slipped my finger into the folds of my woman hood showing Mark what I had done. "I even let him watch me as I played with my self once." I rose up and ran my fingers over Marks lips letting him taste me. "And I have wanted to show off for you every since we met. I was just afraid to tell you about it." Mark got a very hard look on his face. "And do you want to fuck them?" "No baby that's not the fun of it. The fun comes from them not being able to touch me. I put my hands o n Marks chest and pushed him back on the couch. "Watch." I moved so that my panty-covered pussy was open to him. I ran the fingers of my right hand slowly up and down over the thin cloth that was covering my woman hood letting my fingers bounce on my hard clit. His eyes were glued to my crotch as I slowly slipped my finger under the now wet cloth. I was breathing hard as I looked at how his 9-inch cock was pushing out the front of his shorts. "Umm see baby? Some times this is all it takes for me to cum." I pushed two fingers deep into my self-grunting as my nails lightly scratched my insides. "You want to see me cum don't you Mark?" "Yes I do," He started to lean forward and I put my hand on his chest stopping him. "But I want to be part of it when you do." He stood up pulling me to my feet. "Come on." He said as he pulled me out the front door. We stopped on the porch. "Take them off and set on the swing." I was trembling as I pulled my panties of and let them fall to the floor. Naked I sat down on the porch swing as I watched him take his cock out. "Now do it for me sweetheart! Touch it for me out here." He began to slowly pump his hand up and down his hard dick as he watched me push my fingers back into my self. We both knew no one could see me as I sat there with my legs open in the porch light but the thought that they might was all I needed to get going. I watched Mark as he leaned back against the porch rail stroking his cock. His eyes ran over me as I slipped two fingers into my self and began working my thumb over my clit. It only took a few seconds and I was Cumming! "Oh god Mark! Oh baby I'mmm cmmingggggg OOHHHhhhhh!" I pushed my fingers in and out as fast as I could. I closed my eyes as I pulled on my clit cumming again. "OH, OH, OH YESSSSssssssso h baby!" I opened my eyes looking at my husband, watching him as he pumped his dick in front of me. "Oh, yes cum for me Mark! Please!" I was almost out of my senses as I pushed my ass up into my hand, pumping my self-hard. "OH, Oh godddddd!" Mark stepped to me so his dick was only inches from my face as his hand flew up and down his steal rod. "Oh yes shoot it on me!" He growled as he pushed his hips "UNNGGGAAAAAaaaaaaaa hhaaaaaaaaoommmph!" I came again howling as the first spurt of his white-hot liquid love hit me in the face! He leaned into me putting the tip of it next to my cheek as I looked up at him. "OH MY GGGggnnagggod!" Came from him as he looked down at me and let the rest of his hot seed shoot out onto my face. It dripped down onto my right breast. It ran down hanging from my nipple then dripped down onto my hand as I pushed my fingers deep into my soaking pussy Cumming for the last time. Mark pulled my head into his crotch hugging me as he ran his trembling hands down my back while I relaxed. Come on baby let's go get you cleaned up and to bed." He said as he pulled me to my feet. We went to the bathroom where he took a worm cloth and washed my face and breast. He rinsed it out. "Set on the toilet baby let me wash you their to." I sat down opening my legs wide to him. He looked up at me as he washed my swollen pussy with the soothing cloth. "I want you happy more than any thing Linda and I like what we are doing." He sat the cloth on the sink and pulled me to my feet. He led me to the bedroom. "I think this will be fun." I sat on the edge of the bed. "But there is no way another man will ever touch you. You can show it off all you want to." He took my hand in his as he put his face close to mine. He kissed me. "But no one is to touch you. That is the deal?" "Mark honey I never dreamed I could be so happy. I love you so much." I ran my hand over his cheek. "There will never be another man for me but you." He pushed me back as he crawled over me. He wrapped me in his strong arms pushing his soft dick into the crack of my ass as he did. "Ok then let the games begin!" he pulled me tight kissing me on the shoulder. "Tomorrow should be a very interesting day!" he turned out the light. "God I love you." I stretched as the sleep cleared out of my brain. I opened my eyes to see my beautiful wife looking down at me. "Hay Mister. Coffee is ready and the eggs will be soon. Get up!" she was naked except for some small little with panties that covered nothing as she turned and walked to the door. "Pick out what you want me to wear and then come and eat." She left the room smelling of her perfume and me with a hard on. I went to her dresser and pulled out what I wanted her to wear and then going to her closet I picked out a summer dress that I love to see her in. I took a quick shower and then wearing only my towel walked into the kitchen. Linda's sister was standing at the kitchen counter. I tried to not act disappointed but then I realize Linda had only been wearing her little panties when she walked out of the bedroom. "Good morning." I kissed my sister on the cheek feeling a little shock as her small breast brushed against my bare skin as she handed me my coffee. "And hello to you Miss Di." "Hello back to you sir." "I was just telling Di that you are taking me some place this morning." "Yes I thought we would go to the beach." I looked over the top of my coffee cup at Linda's good looking older sister. "I think we are going to have an adventure to day. " Not knowing how much Di knew I looked at a smiling Linda. "You are welcome to come with us if you would like." At thirty Di was a six-foot tall beauty with blond hair, green, green eyes and legs that seamed to go forever. She was a 36a so she almost never wore a bra and her nipples seamed to always be hard under her cloths. She loved short dresses saying that since God didn't give her tit's she need to show what he did give her, and I sure didn't complain about it. "That might be fun. Tell me about it while we eat." She said. "Where are we going." She got a kind of sly smile on her face. "It's ok mark, I know all about my little sis and her, shale we say quirk." "Well it is only an hour drive to the cove at the lake. It has always been a fun place and I don't think it will be to crowded." I looked at Linda. "For our first outing." She just smiled at me as she took a bite of egg. "I don't have a swimsuit." Di said looking at Linda. "Or does that matter?" "I am sure I can find you a little something to wear." Linda grinned. They talked about what to take as we ate and I didn't know where to look first. At Linda setting topless at the table or a Di's hard nipples pushing out her T-shirt top. We finished eating and as I cleared the table the girls went to the back of the house and to the bedroom. I loaded the truck as the girls got ready and I must admit I was more than a little excited about not only Linda showing off but getting Di involved as well. "Are you all ready?" I turned to find both girls walking out of the house. Linda was wearing the short little summer dress I had picked out earlier but it was Di that drew my attention. Di had on one of Linda's summer dresses and because she was so much taller then her sister it just did cover her ass leaving those long legs fully exposed. "Wow! You two look great!" I made sure Linda saw me checking her out. I see you found what I laid out." I said to Linda as I opened the truck door for her. "Did you change any thing?" "Only what Di was wearing." Linda smiled at her sister as she slipped in the trucks back door. "And I think you will approve what she is wearing to." I got in my side. "She is a little worried about you seeing so much of her Mark." I turned in my seat looking back at Di as I backed out of the driveway. "I am one lucky fucker to have you wanting to go with us Di. Just relax and know you don't have to do anything you don't want to." I got a week little smile from her. "I can't believe she talked me into this!" "You will be fine." I had always enjoyed Marks good looks and teasing him had been a lot of fun over the years. He had always loved looking at my legs and I had let him see a lot of them. In fact if my sweet sister Linda had not married him I sure as hell would have. Any way I had known about Linda's fetish for being seen since she was in school and had also known she was so afraid to tell Mark that she almost let it ruin her marriage. So as you might figure I was surprised when she called me and asked me over saying that Mark knew all about her thing and they were going to the lake. I was excited that she wanted me to go with them. I had to admit to my self as I watched her getting dressed, if you could call it that, she was a hot little shit. But what I couldn't believe was that she had talked me into also wearing almost nothing saying she didn't want to be alone. "Well at least he is taking us to a not to well used beach." I thought to my self. Mark parked us as close to our chosen spot as he could and started hauling stuff down to an old Oak tree that sat at the grasses edge before a little strip of sandy beach. I waited until he was just behind me and bent over at the waist fully exposing my thong covered ass to him. "It looks like Linda isn't the only one that likes to be seen." He said with a smile. "What? Did you see something?" I put a little tinkle in my voice as I looked around acting all-innocent. I turned to Linda. "Are you really going to do it?" In answer to my question Lind took hold of the hem of her little dress and pulled it over her head. What Mark had chosen for me to wear was a black body suit that I had bought for an anniversary present. I had bought it to wear for him but because of they way thing were I had never worn it. It had a snap crotch and was very narrow as it run up over my shaved pubic mound. The leg opening's were French cut and went high over my hips into a half inch wide strip that dipped into a thong back that nothing much more than a string so my back was really naked. The front was cut in a plunging v down over my breasts to my belly button and it was so sheer that what there was of the thin cloth almost looked like black smoke. Mark had sat down on the ice chest to watch me and as I looked at him he made no effort to cover his bulging hard as it pushed out his shorts. I looked at Di. "Ok now it's your turn." I could see in her face she wasn't to sure about what we were doing. "It's ok baby. Just try and if you can't relax you can cover up." I said to her as I touched her shoulder. God her skin was hot! I waved my arm around. "Look baby, the closest people are way over there and to them this just looks like a swimsuit." Mark just sat back watching as Di looked at him. "Linda I know. It's just that, well." She stepped to me kissing me on the cheek. "Are you sure?" she asked me so softly I knew Mark could not hear. I kissed her back letting my lips touch hers for the first time since were living at home. "Yes! I have missed this." I said and kissed her softly again. Di stepped back looking at Mark as she pulled her dress over her head and let it drop. He caught his breath as he looked at my sister standing before him wearing a white tube top that was made of sheer nylon and some tiny white thong panties. She reached into her bag pursing out some sunscreen, "In that case you had better put some of this on me because I don't want to get burnt." I looked at Mark and smiled. "This is going to be a very fun day!" Touching Down Kelly boarded the plane nervously, oh my god, she was finally doing it. She was on the way to Australia to see the man who had stolen her heart. She sat down in her seat and adjusted her dress. Red was his favorite color, so her short black number that had red roses on it was sure to please. Kelly watched the other passengers, none of them could be as nervous or excited as Kelly was. It seemed forever before takeoff. She read the magazine on the back of the chair in front of her. Finally, the captain greeted the passengers and let them know at what altitude they would be flying and how long they would be in the air. Overnight, over the deep blue ocean. Kelly was glad she would not be able to see the ocean. Her lack of swimming ability had her rather uncomfortable at the thought of it. Two hours into the air, Kelly decided to relax. She slipped her chubby feet out of her black dress shoes and rubbed her soles on the sides of her shoes. The sensations made her relax much more. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, re-reading their last email. Chris had wrote, "My Dearest Kell. I am sure by now you have received my letter and the appropriate funds to come over here to Australia. I hope you decide to do so soon, as I can't wait to have my arms around you and give you "our" first real kiss." She smiled to herself, "wow. No one has ever loved me that much." "That is a smile of love honey," a soft voice beside her said. It was a lady in her late 70's who had been studying Kelly's facial expressions, "Who is he?" Kelly smiled, she was happy to tell her Romeo and Juliet love story to anyone who would listen! She told the nice lady, how Chris had met her online, he had chased HER. She was usually the one who had to do the chasing. "I never got into computers that much," The older lady smiled. Kelly nodded, "They can be addicting. It would take away your time to go outside and enjoy the air." The lady introduced herself, "My name is Patricia." Kelly smiled, "That is a beautiful name. I am Kelly." Patricia smiled, "Thank you. Kelly is a nice name too. So, tell me more of this wonderful man who has put a look of love on your face." Kelly went on to tell Pat, which she insisted Kelly call her. She told her that Chris was several years her senior. Pat nodded and smiled quietly, waiting for Kelly to go on. Kelly said, she didn't mind their age difference, to her age was just a number. She would be there for Chris forever. That is when Kelly showed Pat the deep blue turquoise ring. " That is very pretty," Pat smiled genuinely. Kelly nodded, "It is a promise ring." She looked out the dark window at the lights on the wing of the plane, "I bought this the day after my and Chris' first disagreement." Kelly shook her head and looked at her feet, "Well, it wasn't a disagreement. It was my fault." Pat touched Kelly's hand, "Honey, it looks like he forgave you." Kelly smiled and laughed the tears out of her eyes, "I guess I'll know in the morning!" "You love him, I could tell you were in love, but a nervous love. Darling, trust me, you haven't a thing to worry about. I am sure Chris is a nice man. And it sounds like he is the right man for you, from what you have told me so far," Pat reassured Kelly. Kelly nodded, "Oh, he is! He wants a family, he already has a great family, a mum and dad and two sisters. I will have a built in family from the word go." "You sound like family is important to you," Pat gathered from Kelly's words. Kelly nodded, "it is the most important thing in this world to me. Next to Chris. I only hope his parents like me and accept me." The older lady patted Kelly's hand and smiled at her quietly, "Well, young one. I am going to take a nap while we are over this big blue ocean so I have energy to walk around when we get to the airport." Kelly smiled, "I sure do appreciate you taking time to talk to me. I am so nervous." Pat smiled reassuringly, "Honey, you'll do fine." Kelly nodded and closed her eyes again. Her right hand twirling the blue ring on her finger as she thought about the voicemail Chris had left her so early on the morning of their one month anniversary. The hurt and anxiety and how he was out of breath in the voicemail. It tore Kelly apart and she tried calling him that morning, but her phone would not go through. How could she have hurt him that much? She bit her bottom lip and wiped her eyes quickly before anyone noticed. "He forgave you honey, or you wouldn't be here," Pat squeezed Kelly's hand. Kelly looked over at her, "I hope so. I still don't feel that I deserve even a fraction of his love. He is so wonderful, Pat." Pat just smiled and her eyes twinkled, "You'll just find out when you get there." Kelly closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. The next thing she heard was, "Wake up Kelly. We are in Australia." Kelly bolted up and grabbed her carry-on. She got Pat's purse out of the overhead compartments for her. Kelly followed Pat out of the walkway. Pat turned to Kelly as they got inside the terminal, "Kelly. It is so nice to meet you. Good luck with Chris. I'm sure you two will be very happy." Kelly smiled, "Thanks Pat." A handsome man walked up to Kelly, "Kell?" Kelly put her hand over her mouth, as she was flooded with emotion, "Chris?" He nodded as tears were in his eyes. They hugged for the longest time, Kelly crying on his shoulder. Chris pulling K ever closer to his body. "I love you so much," Chris whispered. "I love you," Kelly kissed his ear. When they pulled away, the old lady who rode over on the plane with Kelly was still there. Kelly smiled and put her arm around Pat, "Hey. I want you to meet Chris." Pat smiled, "I know who he is." Kelly looked at her, "You do?" Pat smiled and grabbed Kelly's hand and Chris' hand and put them together, "Kelly. Chris is my son." Touching Eileen Another story with a slow build-up. My apologies in advance to readers who are hoping for action from the outset. My ex-aunt's house was at the end of a winding dirt drive, overlooking a lake. I was early, but several people were already milling around on the front lawn when I drove up. They didn't seem to know who I was – a good thing, I decided. Anyone who recognized me might wonder what the hell I was doing there. I was wondering myself. Connie, my ex-wife's aunt, had invited me for the weekend, assuring me that my ex wouldn't be there. I'd always gotten along better with Connie than I had with my wife, which should tell you something about our marriage. But I still felt pretty uncomfortable with the whole thing, and I had almost declined. In the end, though, the appeal of a quiet weekend by a lake won out. That, and the sad fact that I hadn't been invited to all that many good parties since my divorce. The sun blazed in a clear blue sky, dissolving the mist that hung over the lake. I walked around the house until I could see the back yard sloping down towards the lake. Two people sat on folding chairs facing the water. One I didn't recognize was already working on a gin and tonic. A kindred spirit. Another was Connie, a plump, brisk woman in her late fifties. I greeted her, got a hug in return and was introduced to the other guest, whose name I immediately forgot. Connie asked me about my social life – easily summarized in a sentence or two – and then I was sent into the house to get more drinks for everyone. Sending people on errands was Connie's great passion. But she was amiable enough about it that no one, myself included, really minded. I got the drinks, then helped to set up an umbrella, dragged a canoe onto the beach in case anyone wanted to use it, got more ice for the cooler. When I'd felt I'd been helpful enough for one morning, I wandered off towards the lake. I lived in a big city, hemmed in by traffic, noise and pollution. The tranquil upstate lake was an object of wonder to me. I watched a duck bobbing and paddling lazily around, listened to the insects. Quite a long while later my reverie was interrupted by a female voice. "Hey down there. It's time for lunch." I turned around and looked up towards the house, shading my eyes. The voice came from a young woman in a loose white skirt and long chestnut-colored hair. She wore a tight blue tank-top that left several inches of tanned skin bare at her midriff. The cut of her skirt and her position uphill gave me a great view of her tanned, athletic legs. I looked away discreetly. "Did Connie send you?" I asked. "How did you guess?" She laughed, evidently familiar with my ex-aunt's predilections. Then she examined me more closely. "Who are you exactly?" Well, someone was going to ask sooner or later. I looked back at her, still trying not to stare at her coltish legs. She had deep brown eyes with very long lashes and freckles on either side of her nose. Very pretty in a fresh, girl-next-door way. I introduced myself and explained my tenuous relationship to our hostess. "And," I added, "I'm not sure I know who you are either." "I'm Eileen, Connie's great-niece." She looked about nineteen or twenty. I did some arithmetic. "George's daughter?" George was Connie's nephew; like me, a bit of a black sheep. She nodded, and pushed back her long hair self-consciously. "I've heard a lot about you," I said. "Are you home from college?" "Yeah. I just got here a few days ago. I'm already starting to get restless." I wasn't sure what to do with that. Was it some sort of come on? No, coming from Eileen it was guileless and perfectly innocent. I gave it some thought. "Frogs," I said finally. "When I came here last year I spent my afternoons trying to catch frogs in the creek on the other side of the lake. That should keep you entertained for a couple of days. After that you're on your own." She looked disappointed. "I've already done the frogs." I smiled, imagining her splashing around in the creek barefoot, her wet skirt clinging to her body. "Oh. Well, I'm sure Connie will find something to keep you occupied. Who knows what sort of trouble you'd get yourself in otherwise?" She giggled. "I think we're in trouble now. Everybody else is inside." She turned and headed towards the house. Now I really couldn't avoid looking up her skirt. With the upward angle I could see where her tan ended and creamy white skin began. The sight transfixed me for so long that I had to run to catch up with her. When we reached the back porch, I jogged ahead and opened the screen door gallantly. My gesture was ruined by Nora's orange and white tabby cat, which darted between my legs and into the kitchen. Eileen followed the cat inside and was lost in the crowd a moment later. * * * Lunch lasted most of the afternoon, and I used the opportunity to introduce myself to some of my fellow guests. They were mostly middle-aged couples. Several rolled their eyes when I mentioned my ex, and no one seemed surprised to learn that we were divorced. People started to drift out towards the lake once the dishes had been dealt with and wine glasses refilled. I went upstairs to the bedroom I'd been assigned and changed into swim trunks and flip-flops. Three or four couples had reached the lake ahead of me. Most were in swimsuits as well, pale bellies poking out and rolls of fat protruding over waistbands. I hoped that I stood out at least a little from that crowd, although my office job left me nearly as pale as the rest of them. I heard footsteps behind me and looked around to find Eileen in sandals and a modest yellow bikini, her hair tied back in a ponytail. I didn't know where to look first. Her breasts were larger than I'd expected, with a deep, delicious cleavage. Her long legs swept up gracefully to slim hips. There was a gentle swell to her stomach and she sported a silver belly-button ring. She was checking me out as well, I realized, and I stood up a bit straighter. A second before the mutual inspection became awkward, Eileen said, "I've decided that we're ex-second cousins once removed." I thought about that. She was at least ten years younger than me, but it sounded about right. "Does that mean that we're allowed to get married?" Her brow furrowed. "Only in Tennessee, I think." I laughed, and the moment of tension was gone. We walked down through warm grass towards the lake talking about school and summer plans. Connie was directing traffic at the bottom of the hill. She looked up towards us and pointed. "You two, go get more chaises out of the shed. We need at least six." Eileen and I obeyed without question. I unlatched the door to the shed, which was nearly as large as my apartment, and felt inside for a light switch. No luck. I opened the door all the way, which let enough sunlight in to more or less permit me to find my way around. I located the stack of chaises and turned to call Eileen. I hadn't realized that she was right behind me, and I bumped into her. There was a brief contact of bare skin as our bodies met, and I felt her breasts compress lightly against my chest. We both stepped back and made quick apologies. She stood outlined in the light streaming through the open doorway. For all the effect her bikini had on her profile, she might as well have been nude. I swallowed hard. "The, ah, chaises," I stammered. "They're over here." "Oh. Okay." As she said that, I saw another small shadow glide into the shed. This one had pointed ears and a long tail; Nora's tabby. It brushed against the back of Eileen's legs before I could say anything. Eileen shrieked and jumped forward, landing in my arms. Suddenly the dark shed seemed hot and breathless. Eileen's whole body melted into mine and my arms went around her to keep her from falling. "It was just the cat," I said. But I didn't let go of her right away. Her skin burned against mine; there were soft places and firm places, parts that pressed insistently against me and parts that gave beneath my fingertips. "Are you all right?" It was a long moment before she gently untangled herself and took a deep breath. We stood a few inches apart, but the scent of her warm skin filled the space between us. "Yes, I'm fine," she said. But there was a catch in her voice. "Why don't you hand me the chairs and I'll take them out?" "The chairs. Right. We'd better get on that before your aunt sends someone in to check up on us." The rest of the operation went without incident. Connie held court, and I enjoyed seeing her together with Eileen – the tall, nubile girl brimming with youthful energy standing next to the plump, comfortable matron. Other guests said things to me, and I answered politely enough, but my eyes kept straying towards Eileen. After a few minutes she walked down to edge of the lake and spread out a towel. She spread some lotion on herself, and I felt a desperate urge to walk over and offer my services for the hard-to-reach spots. But I would have had to disengage myself from a conversation with three very earnest ladies who wanted to let me know their opinions on school vouchers. I nodded seriously and made sympathetic noises while Eileen stretched herself out on her stomach, untied the string that held her bikini top together, and closed her eyes. * * * The afternoon dragged on until the sun finally disappeared behind the hills across the lake. People wandered into the house to change then streamed out again towards their cars, heading into town for dinner. Since I had arrived early my car was parked three layers deep. Other cars filled up with people and headed down the driveway, but mine remained resolutely inaccessible. I looked up forlornly and saw Eileen squeezed into the back seat of a small sedan. She waved at me. "Come with us," she shouted. I walked over. "There isn't any room." "Get in anyway. I can sit on your lap." She said it so casually that I shrugged and opened the door. I squeezed in and Eileen plopped down on my lap. She smelled of some sort of herbal shampoo, and there was a freshness to her skin that made me want to caress it, to kiss it everywhere it was showing. Which was in quite a few places. She wore a wrap-around skirt. The slit opened on top and separated as we drove, exposing a long swath of her smooth thigh. And her tight blue top was cut daringly low, showing off an irresistible expanse of tanned skin. From where I sat I could look down the generous swelling of her cleavage. I tried not to stare, and failed. She wiggled around on my lap, trying to get comfortable as the car bounced down the driveway. By now my cock had started to act up. I wasn't sure if Eileen realized it or not. She was in an animated conversation with someone in the front seat. But she moved around as she talked, making it steadily worse. I tried to shift under her, to maneuver my errant cock into a more innocuous position, but nothing worked. The car hit a big bump at the end of the driveway. I wrapped my arms around Eileen instinctively to prevent her from flying off my lap. She looked back at me and smiled. Our faces were only inches apart. I realized looking into those dark, flashing eyes that I was totally lost. "My mother used to do that," she said. I grimaced. I would have rather preferred that she didn't put me in the same category as her parents. She seemed to realize what I was thinking "I just meant that it was a nice memory." We arrived at the restaurant sooner than I would have liked. * * * It was a fish place with a big deck that jutted out over the lake. I made sure that I was seated next to Eileen. Everybody had quite a bit to drink – there were pitchers of margaritas being constantly replenished. Half an hour into dessert, the couple seated next to me leaned over and said: "We're tired of sitting around. Let's go for a walk by the lake." I shrugged. "Sure." I turned toward Eileen. "Want to come with us?" "Okay. If I know this crowd they'll be drinking for another hour or two." The evening was balmy. Fireflies circled under the willow trees near the lakeshore. As we walked, the sounds of the restaurant faded to a soft murmur. The couple that we'd left with walked along next to each other in companionable silence. They were fiftyish and had obviously been married for a long time. The man was missing most of his hair and moved with a bit of a waddle. His wife was short and double-chinned, but she walked with an enviable vivacious energy. The man offered the woman his hand and led her down to a small beach. Impulsively, I put my hand out to Eileen. She smiled at my courtliness and took it, her story about her roommate sneaking her dog into their dorm continuing without a pause. After a minute, the woman – I finally remembered her name: Marilyn – turned to us with a giggle. "We're going skinny dipping," she said. I stood there looking blank until Eileen pulled my hand firmly. "Come on, let's give them some privacy." "Oh, right," I said, finally catching on. We headed back up the bank until we were out of sight. More giggling came from below us, then the sound of splashing. They swam out from behind the trees, moving slowly. Eileen watched indulgently as they paddled around. We looked at each other for a moment. "Want to go too?" we said together, then had to choke back our laughter. "Turn around," Eileen said. I did, and I heard her walk down towards the lake followed by a rustle of clothes. I chanced a quick peek over my shoulder just in time to see her silver body arcing out over the water and vanishing below the surface a moment later. She popped up surprisingly far out and shook her hair back. She was treading water, and her body was modestly submerged beneath the surface. "Are you coming?" she asked. She began swimming with long, graceful strokes, the faint light from the restaurant edging the parts of her that rose above the surface, a shoulder, an arm, the sweet curve of her butt. I shed my clothes with considerable haste and waded in. I swam towards her, working hard to catch up. She ignored me until I was a few feet away then angled out further to keep some distance between us. I couldn't help feeling disappointed, but I took the hint. By then we'd nearly caught up with Marilyn and – what was his name, Joe? "We could moon everyone on the deck," Marilyn said, eyes sparkling. Joe splashed her. Then: "Marilyn!" She'd performed a very creditable surface dive, her rather broad posterior pointed squarely at the restaurant. There was no break in the babble from the people up there, and I guessed that we were too far away and too poorly lit for anyone to have noticed. But I still applauded admiringly when Marilyn resurfaced. Eileen giggled and followed suit. She was close enough to me that I could see her tight little butt clearly in the moment before it disappeared below the surface. All right, I thought. My turn. I made a big splash as I went under, doing my best to advertise our antics. Coming back up I brushed inadvertently against someone. The touch was warm and smooth as our bodies slid against each other momentarily. Eileen. I apologized and moved away. And then I noticed that Marilyn and Joe had stopped splashing each other and were staring at us. Eileen and I exchanged mischievous grins. "Let's give them a show," I whispered. I flipped over onto my back and began a lazy backstroke. Marilyn's head swiveled around to follow my progress. Eileen came after me. Her stroke was far more elegant than mine, and she pulled alongside me quickly. Water streamed off of her breasts and her small erect nipples. I tried to see further down, to the dark place between her thighs, but I just got a nose full of water for my trouble. I stopped and treaded water until I got my breath back. I looked for Eileen again. Evidently she'd decided to head for the shore while I was recovering and had made short work of it. She was out of the water and gathering up her clothes before I'd gotten started again. By the time I pulled myself back onto the beach she was nowhere to be seen. I sort of dabbed at myself with my t-shirt, but there was no real way to get dry. As I pulled up my boxers, Eileen's head popped out from behind a tree. "Ooo … cute butt." I tried to chase her but I was hampered by the fact that my shorts were only halfway up. There were delighted giggles as I tripped and fell over on the grass. Above us, the party was breaking up and people were starting to wander back towards the cars. I broke off the pursuit and finished getting dressed. On the ride back, Eileen sat on my lap again without an invitation. At one point she turned around and tousled my wet hair, making it into little spikes. The moisture on her skin heightened her fresh scent, and strands of her wet hair dripped onto my shirt. I tried to look put-upon as she messed up my hair, but I don't think I fooled anyone. * * * It was late when we got back, but Connie put some music on and several couples started dancing. I looked for Eileen, wondering if I could press my luck. My head was buzzing, remembering her in the water, in the car, lying by the lake in the afternoon sun. But she had vanished, sent off by Connie to help get the guest rooms ready. Absent a dance partner I went upstairs and stood on the mezzanine that overlooked the big living room. I leaned on the railing and watched the other guests. A dozen or so people were circulating below me. Three couples danced in a casual sort of way, stopping to say something to other guests every so often. They were all so comfortable with each other. Old friends, long-time summer visitors. I don't belong here, I thought. I could pick up a sentence or two of their quiet conversations over the music and the sounds of glasses being put down on end tables. I didn't hear Eileen until she came up beside me. "By yourself again?" I stood quietly, listening to her other sounds for a moment – cotton sliding across soft skin, bare feet shifting on thick carpet. "I decided that I was all out of small talk for the evening." She giggled. "Does that mean that we're going to have to discuss thermodynamics or medieval history or something?" I looked up at her and smiled. She had evidently just taken a shower and had pulled on a long t-shirt over wet hair. Parts of the shirt were damp and clung to the curve of her back and her shoulder blades. Beads of moisture stood out on her neck, catching light from the living room. She pointed to the people below. "Is that what being an adult is like?" I shrugged. "I wouldn't know." She swung her hip playfully at mine, and, without thinking, I swatted her butt in retaliation. It felt firm and warm, even in the brief contact, and it didn't seem as if there was anything beneath the shirt. As if in answer to my thoughts, she leaned forward over the railing, stretching the shirt across her ass. She was wearing a thong; I could see the outline of the top band and the triangle of fabric disappearing between her cheeks. The shirt rode up the backs of her thighs, but it was one of those extra-large shirts companies give away at parties to be sure of fitting everyone, so it still covered her modestly enough. "It's almost like spying up here," she said. "It feels naughty." "Well, strictly speaking, it is spying." When she leaned over to whisper to me, spy to spy, her hip brushed mine. The warmth lingered for a moment. My cock stirred in my shorts. "Can you hear what they're saying?" she asked. I followed where she was pointing. Her breasts blocked part of my view of the living room. Her nipples pushed gently out against the shirt. They looked more erect than I would have expected for a girl who had just stepped out of a hot shower. Touching Eileen I was used to picking voices out of party-murmur, so it wasn't hard to answer her. "Well, let's see. Something about not going skiing in Colorado over Christmas this year. Oh, and their aunt is visiting next week and they don't know where to put her because they're in the middle of painting the guest room. Dull, huh? Aren't you glad you asked? Oh, wait, this is better. Their neighbor found a stray hippopotamus in their swimming pool …" "They did not say that!" She banged her hip into me again and seemed to slip, so that I had put my hand around her waist to steady her. The warmth and youthful firmness of her were electric. I felt a pressure deep in my loins and my cock was now pushing out hard against my shorts. I leaned away from her a little awkwardly to hide it. "You could make things a little more interesting down there," I said. "Slip off that t-shirt and walk down the stairs naked." I immediately regretted saying it, but she let out a high giggle and several people below looked up toward us. I took a step back, feeling foolish, and she slipped behind me, out of sight, her hands on my shoulders. "I don't want to anyone to see me like this," she whispered. "What? A second ago you were ready to walk downstairs naked." "I was not!" I leaned back slightly, enjoying the feeling of her breasts pressing gently into my back, her hard nipples burning into me. She didn't seem to notice. "What are they saying now? Did they see us?" "I don't think so. It's pretty dark up here." Her breath warmed the back of my neck. "Okay, I can hear some more now. Someone is asking where that sexy Eileen is. He's saying that she sure looked hot in her swimsuit." I didn't know how far to push this; but I wasn't getting any resistance from her. I kept my tone light. "And when the sun shone through your hair you looked like you'd just stepped out of a Ralph Lauren ad … or was that a Maxim ad?" "They aren't saying anything of the kind," she said primly. I shifted back just a little further. Now my butt was in contact with her belly, just above her crotch. "There's more. See the two guys right below? One's saying that you have a tattoo … where? Oh, there." "Now I know that you're making it up!" She was right of course, but a moment later I heard a different voice that actually was talking about her. "Hey," I said. "Listen for yourself." We switched places, and she leaned forward at the railing to hear better. I stepped behind her. The voice said something inconsequential about running into Eileen at a store in town then moved on to other topics. She sighed, disappointed. "Your story about the tattoo was better, even if you were making it up." "Well, there's only one way to know for sure." My mouth went dry. We'd been on the edge of something all day, Eileen and I; the sensuality between us as thick as the sultry night air. Still, I couldn't imagine why I had said that. But I was committed now. The flirting and the banter were over. My hands moved toward her. I touched the sides of her dress near the hem. The warmth of her thighs flowed through the thin fabric and I heard her breathing deepen. Very slowly, I slid my hands upward. The dress rose, exposing more of her tanned thighs. I expected her to push my hands away at any moment, but she seemed frozen in place. I kept bunching the dress up and another inch of thigh came into view. The hem hovered for a moment at the juncture where the tops of her legs met her ass. I could see a tan line, then a sliver of paler flesh. I kneeled down and moved my face closer to her. I moved the dress further upward. Now I could see the bottom of the small triangle of satiny material that formed the back of her thong. It was bright red. She shivered and her breath caught in her throat. "There's only one spot left to check." There was no giggle in response to my witless remark this time. We were past that. This had stopped being a game. I laid my palms on the bare flesh of her hips. She gasped. I hooked my fingers around the thin strips at the sides of her panties and started tugging them down as gradually as I had lifted her dress. I could feel her tremble as the strap slid slowly over the curve of her cheeks. My thinking slowed, as if I were moving through some sort of liquid. From downstairs, the music stopped. I heard someone say goodnight to someone else. The thong was down to the tops of her thighs. Her legs were a little apart, and I could see a hint of her pussy lips. Her smell was sweet and musky. I moved one hand around her hip until it touched downy pubic hair. A louder goodnight came from below, followed by the sound of feet treading on the stairs. The thick fog that filled my head suddenly cleared. I moved my hands away from her skin as if it were burning. "Oh my god!," said Eileen. "Someone's coming!" She stepped away from me, pulled her panties up and ran down the hall. I remained where I was, on my knees, staring blankly straight ahead. A minute later the relative who had started up the stairs reached the mezzanine and, puffing slightly, walked up to me. "Are you all right?" I took a deep breath, smiled weakly. "Just felt a little dizzy. Maybe one too many glasses of wine." I put my hand on the railing and struggled to my feet. "Sure you're all right?" I nodded. "Yes, really." I still hadn't moved several minutes later when Eileen passed me without a word and walked down the stairs into the living room. She had dried her hair and changed into yellow knit shift. My heart stopped beating while I watched her move among the few remaining guests. I expected her to stop at any moment and point towards me, identifying the pervert who'd tried to take advantage of her at the top of the stairs. But she just said a few words to everyone and then walked out of sight towards the kitchen. I started breathing again, and a minute later stumbled into my bedroom. I thought mordantly to myself that I could use a cold shower. I started the water going, gritted my teeth, and stepped in. I stood there shivering, hoping that the cold spray would drive a few of the lascivious thoughts out of my head. When I stepped out of the bathroom and back into my bedroom, Eileen was in the doorway holding a pile of towels. I stopped where I stood. "Connie wanted to make sure that you had enough towels …" I pointed to the one wrapped around my waist. "I'm fine, thanks." She hesitated at the doorway for a second. She was wearing a little make-up, I noticed. Just some eye shadow and lipstick. But it hadn't been there earlier. "Look, Eileen," I said. "I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. I must have had too much to drink …" "Oh, it's okay." She smiled uncertainly. Neither of us could think of what else to say. She looked around for a second then pointed toward a window that faced the side yard, which was wide open. "You should really close that. The bugs will come in." I nodded. "But I like the sounds." I walked over to it and motioned for her to come next to me. She wavered, then put the towels down and moved closer. With the house quiet, the crickets and the bellowing frogs filled the night. I could pick out the voices of individual frogs, some a little louder or softer, some deeper or higher-pitched. "If you were a lady frog, which one would you go for?" I asked. "Hmm. That's a tough one. They all sound so sexy. Well, maybe the big fellow way off to the right. He seems lonely somehow." We smiled at each other. "No one ever touched me like that before," she said in a small voice. I was suddenly conscious of being half-naked, of really being alone with her for the first time. "Did you like it?" She didn't answer, and I thought she hadn't heard my question. Finally she whispered: "Yes." She tried to say something else, stopped, tried again. "Could you do it some more?" "Eileen, I can't think of anything I'd rather do." "But just a little, okay? I have a boyfriend …" Just a little? I wasn't sure what that meant. She was going to have to tell me when it wasn't just a little anymore. I reached out and touched the side of her face, then leaned forward to kiss her lightly. She stepped back, startled. "That's a touch too," I said. I leaned forward again, and this time she didn't move away. The softness of her lips drove every other thought out of my head. I felt them part after a moment, and I slipped my tongue inside. We stood that way for a minute; and then she put her arms around my neck and pulled me closer. I felt her breasts beneath the fabric of her dress, pushing against my bare chest. We held the kiss for another long moment, then she stepped back, her arms at her sides. Now or never, I thought. I took the bottom of the dress and moved it upwards, as I had earlier. I felt her shiver. I lifted it slowly, giving her time to object. Her arms hesitated for a moment then she raised them above her head. The dress slid over her body with a gentle rustle. I disentangled it from her long hair and threw it on the bed. The light from the nightstand lamp wrapped her skin in a warm glow. She stood in front of me, perfectly still, wearing only wispy powder-blue panties. They were high-cut, soft and lacy. For me? I'd seen her breasts bare for a moment while we were swimming. Now I could study them: round and full with large pink aureoles, the undersides curving up gently from her chest. There was a vibrancy and a youthful tension to her skin, a soft flush that infused the places her swimsuit had covered with a rosy hue. My eyes traveled along her gentle curves, down to her hips. Her panties were sheer enough to hint at the tuft of sparse hair above her pussy. I took a small step towards her, afraid she might bolt like a deer if I moved too quickly. I ran my palm along her cheek and heard her sigh. I leaned forward and kissed the hollow of her neck, then her shoulder, then the space between her breasts. I tasted a tang of perspiration mixed with the faint bitterness of her perfume. I moved my head to one side until my cheek caressed one breast, then further until my tongue could circle her nipple and draw it inside my mouth. She gasped, then put both her hands to the side of my head and moved her fingers through my dark hair. I spent a long time on her breasts. I kissed and licked every part of them, circling the aureoles, tickling her nipples with the tip of my tongue, pressing them gently between my lips. Her breathing grew deeper and I could feel her arousal coming off her skin like smoke. The night sounds, the crickets, the frogs, the rustling leaves, floated through the window, carried on the moist air until they filled the room. She reached for my shoulders and drew me up until we were facing each other. Her eyes sparkled, but the nervousness still lingered. She reached down and undid the fold of my towel until it fell to the floor. My cock, freed, stood out longer and harder than I could ever remember it being, spanning the short distance between us, as if it were reaching towards her. Eileen put her palms on my chest and ran them through my hair. She put one hand on my cheek and kissed me lightly. Then she sank to her knees. I couldn't quite grasp what was happening. One of her hands reached up to caress my balls. A warmth flowed upward through my loins from the point where she touched me. I felt suddenly unsteady on my feet. I put my hand on her shoulder for balance. She leaned forward until I could feel her breath on my cock. The proximity of her moist lips made me shake like a high school kid. I inhaled loudly, and she looked up at me. I couldn't speak. I just stared back into her big, dark eyes and smiled encouragingly. She gave me a wicked grin and stuck her tongue out until it tickled the tip of my cock. I shuddered at the contact and felt a drop of liquid seep out. Her lips moved over the glans, her tongue licking along the sensitive skin beneath the ridge. She wasn't so much sucking my cock as exploring it. Lights flashed under my eyelids. Her lips moved further down the shaft, coating it with moisture. I knew this couldn't last much longer. Either I was going to explode or Eileen would come to her senses and pull away. But, no, she kept moving her tongue and her lips against me, surrounding my flesh, her expression serious, focused, as if what she were doing took all her concentration. Her hands were on my thighs, her breasts swelling out, beautifully visible from above when she pulled back, her delicate pink nipples hardened into little half-domes. Then suddenly she sat up, her eyes wide, looking past me to the door. I couldn't react for a minute, even though I'd half-expected her to stop, wondering what had gone wrong, if I'd done something to frighten her. Then I heard it too, a drawn-out squeak of hinges opening slowly. I looked wildly behind me. The door was moving inwards, inch by inch. Eileen stumbled to her feet, looked around for her dress, found it on the bed and held it in front of her. I stood uselessly rooted to the spot near the window. Finally, the door stopped moving, and Connie's tabby cat sauntered casually into the room. I found that I had been holding my breath and exhaled noisily. Eileen giggled. After a minute she leaned down to scratch the cat behind its ear. "Well," I said, summoning as much panache as I could standing naked in the middle of the room with my dick sticking out, "for a minute there I thought I was in some danger of not being invited back next summer." Eileen laughed a nervous, relieved laugh. But something had changed. She looked at me from the safe distance of the nightstand and pulled her dress back over her head. I watched as her breasts, then her smooth stomach, then her thighs disappeared beneath the sheer yellow fabric. She gave me a quick, apologetic smile and almost ran out of the room. The cat purred and rubbed against my bare leg. * * * Two hours later, I lay in bed in my bedroom, staring upwards into darkness. I couldn't blame her, I decided. Why would she want to hang out with someone like me in the first place? Curiosity? No. There was nothing mysterious about me. I was a divorced guy who worked in an office. Boredom? A few days at Connie's place might leave a college girl wanting a little more excitement. Or was she missing something that I could supply. She liked the way I touched her. Was her boyfriend less attentive, rougher with her perhaps? I flipped on the light. Sleep was a lost cause. There was a small TV on the dresser, and I turned it on and surfed for an old movie. I settled on a romantic comedy starring an impossibly debonair hero who wore perfectly pressed (if somewhat baggy) trousers and whose teeth gleamed when he smiled. He was just beginning his all-out campaign to woo the leading lady when I heard a timid knock at my door. I muted the TV and opened the door. I was only wearing boxers, but I doubted that it was Connie or anyone else from the party. Eileen stood in the hallway, back in her oversized t-shirt. I tried to keep my voice level, despite the rapid heartbeat that made breathing difficult. "Couldn't sleep?" I asked. She looked at me uncertainly and nodded. "Me either. Come on in." I flopped back down on the bed and patted the spot next to me. I turned the TV sound back on. "Ever notice how the guys in these movies look like they never need to shave?" She lay down where I'd indicated and propped herself up on her elbows. "And the women all have perfect skin." "You have perfect skin." "No I don't. I have a zit over here next to my nose." I used the opportunity to study her face. Her nose was small and straight, her lips full and always lightly parted. But her eyes, dark and infinitely deep were what finally drew my attention. She did have a zit, though. "You're right," I said. "I'm afraid that we're going to have to delay shooting for a few days until it disappears." She giggled and squnched up her nose at me. "I've never met anyone who was so easily amused," I said. And that was the key, I realized. Our relationship seemed to work best when it was just friendly. But it never seemed to stay that way for long. On the TV the romantic leads kissed as violins swelled behind them. Following my zit examination, our faces were only a few inches apart. I leaned closer and kissed her. I felt a wave of softness and warmth wash over me. I ran my hand over her shoulder and along the curve of her body, all the way down to the bottom of her shirt. She was naked beneath it. I heard her familiar sharp indrawn breath. I didn't push it. I just lost myself in the kiss, in the way her lips gave at even the softest touch, in the liquid warmth of her tongue moving against mine, the feel of her heartbeat. Even if this was all we shared, it was enough, I told myself. After a long time she broke the kiss awkwardly and stared at me with her frightened-animal look. My scruples returned. I liked her too much. I didn't want her thinking of me years from now as that old guy who'd taken advantage of her one sultry night at her aunt's summer place. I rolled back onto my stomach. "Let's just watch the movie." The main characters were on the outs now for some reason, and the heroine was pouting. It occurred to me that their story arc was following ours pretty closely. Of course, their Hollywood fairy-tale was destined to conclude happily. I was less certain of our prospects. A couple of plot twists later it occurred to me that Eileen's side of the bed was unnaturally quiet. I looked over at her. She was still lying on her stomach, but she had wriggled backward on the bed until her t-shirt had ridden halfway up her butt. That was a part of her I hadn't really had a chance to appreciate earlier. It was smooth and round, with a dewy freshness to the skin and a light tan line where her cheeks swelled up from the tops of her thighs. She looked down at the coverlet, decorated with tiny flowers, and made small circles against it with her index finger. "Touch me again?" I let out a deep breath. "Eileen, I'd love to, but I'm not sure I'll be able to stop this time." "Just a little more, okay?" I looked at her, trim naked butt shifting from side to side, thighs slightly apart, one leg kicked up at the knee. "Take your shirt off," I said. She shifted around into a kneeling position and shrugged the shirt off, revealing herself completely to me for the first time. I took in her pussy for a moment, the neat triangle of curly chestnut hair above her glistening pink lips. Then I looked deeply into her eyes. She met my gaze this time, not afraid. I felt my scruples melting away. Her boyfriend had had his opportunity and he'd squandered it; now it was my turn. I rolled over onto my back. "Come here," I said. She moved closer until she could lie down on top of me. Her breasts flattened against my chest, hard nipples digging gently into my skin. I felt her heat from head to toe. One of her legs moved between my thighs, and my cock sprang to life. It's longer than most when it's erect, and I felt the tip push out of my shorts. I ran my hand along the back of one bare thigh and up to her ass. She wiggled against my touch when my hand slid over her buttocks. I pushed lower until a finger slipped into the warm space between her pussy lips. She made a small sound deep in her throat. Her hips pressed down into mine and her tongue played across my lips. I held her tightly and slid my finger in deeper. We moved against each other, our hips grinding slightly. Finally she drew her face away and grinned mischievously. She swung her leg around until she was straddling me and sat up. I looked from her flushed face, framed by her flowing hair, down to her breasts and their hard pink nipples and across her belly to the triangle of hair now pushed against the crotch of my shorts. I could feel her juices seeping into the fabric and moistening the shaft of my cock. Touching Eileen She ran her fingernails down along my chest, pausing for a moment as they crossed my nipples. Finally a fingertip found the tip of my cock poking, painfully, an inch or more above the waistband. She wiped up the pre-cum and rubbed it curiously between her fingers. Her hips shifted slowly back and forth rubbing along the covered length of my cock. I strained uselessly up against her, knowing that I was going to lose control in another minute. I ran my hands up over the curve of her belly until they were lifting the exquisite weight of her breasts. I pressed them flat against her ribcage, and she arched her back to drive her nipples into my palms. Her hips pushed harder into mine. She tilted her head back, eyes closed. Her hips moved further forward, past the waistband of my shorts until her swollen lips brushed wetly against the tip of my cock. I groaned, but she didn't seem to notice. The front of my shorts was almost transparent from her moisture. My cock was driven to its full length now, the tip red and throbbing. I couldn't stand any more. I lifted my hips, reached down and pushed at my shorts. After a few wriggles they were down at my knees. My cock popped free and I sighed heavily with relief. Eileen kept her hips pressed against mine, but now her pussy lips ran agonizingly along the full length of my shaft, coating it in her moisture. I moved my hands to her hips and dug my fingers into her skin. She slid herself backward again, and the tip of my cock lodged in her opening. She stopped moving and her eyes opened wide. "Oh," she said quietly. I could almost feel her pussy pulling at my cock, trying to draw me further in. I gritted my teeth and held still. Whatever happened next was up to her. She looked down at me, her eyes glazed. Her breasts rose slowly as she inhaled. She lifted one hand, reached down to my cock and pushed it gently upward so that it slid further in. Her warm furrow swallowed an inch of the shaft, then two. She hesitated for a moment, then pulled off with a frustrated sigh and rolled onto the bed beside me. "Oh, damn," she said, almost in tears. "I just can't." My cock stood straight up, pulsating. Her wetness dripped off the upper half of the shaft into my pubic hair. "I'm sorry," she said. I looked at her, legs splayed open, one knee raised slightly, giving me an unobstructed view of her glistening pussy. Her nipples stood up in rigid nubs, her hair fanned backward behind her head. This time I knew just what to do. I rolled over onto one side, facing her. As lightly as I could, I moved one hand over her body from head to toe. I started along her fine cheekbone and outlined her lightly parted lips. I caressed her neck, with its light flush, and over the top of her chest. I let just one finger graze a nipple and linger on its tip until I heard her inhale softly. I traced the tiny rise of the aureole then moved on, bumping over the bottom of her rib cage, sliding across her belly, dipping into her belly button. She closed her eyes and almost purred at my touch. She must not have been getting this from her boyfriend; I was sure of it now. She was so sensitive, so responsive. How could he miss it? The fellow had to be an idiot. She stretched her arms behind her head and opened her legs a little wider. Should I move faster? No. This was what she wanted. Slow, languid. I stroked her mons, soft and gently rounded, brushed her pubic hair. I could feel the heat from her pussy as my palm grazed its outer lips. I stopped for a moment. I looked at her face, serene, eyes closed, completely trusting. Her breasts rose and fell, beads of perspiration forming the hollow between them. It was time to take a chance. I leaned over and kissed her, our lips barely making contact. Then I crawled down the bed and between her legs. With my face still a foot away from her pussy, the scent of her arousal was intense. I had to shake my head to clear it, to stop myself from moving too quickly. Instead, I laid my palms on her inner thighs. I stroked them lightly enough to feel the silken texture of her skin, the vibrant muscle tone. At the junction of her thighs I dragged my thumbs along her puffy lips until they were coated in her own moisture. Eileen arched her back and made a small cry. Her pussy beckoned with its dark space at its center and the pink fleshy hood above. I couldn't wait any longer. I moved my face down until I could kiss her smooth inner lips. She gasped and her hips bucked at the contact, driving us closer together, leaving a film of moisture on my lips. Her scent was absolutely intoxicating, sweet with a musky tang. I kept my hands on her thighs and dragged my tongue along one side of her opening then the other, tasting her. I pulled back for a moment, keeping myself in check. I looked for the nub of flesh beneath her hood. There it was, tiny and pink, slightly pointed, almost quivering with excitement. I leaned forward again and just touched it with the tip of my tongue. Eileen's reaction was immediate. She made a high-pitched moan and twisted away from me. This girl was so sensitive. I had barely touched her. I slid my hands gently along her thighs, trying to calm her. I traced the edges of her hip bones. She sighed quietly, relaxing. Then I touched the hot, rigid flesh of her clitoris again with my tongue. She was ready for it this time. She began a gentle rocking of her hips that moved her clit up and down slightly against my mouth. I picked up on the rhythm, adding a slow lapping motion with my tongue. She made a short, hoarse cry with each upward stroke. She put her hands on either side of my head and the rocking of her hips became deeper, more intense. I kept my tongue pressed against her flesh, barely moving it. She dug her fingers into my hair and her cries turned lower-pitched, coming from deep in her throat. She pitched her body up and held it just off the bed. I stopped moving for a moment and she began to shake, smearing herself back and forth against my mouth. She shrieked suddenly – I was certain that the whole house had heard her – and then curled abruptly into a ball, hugging herself. Her spasms continued for another minute. I tried to stroke her leg, to calm her, but she pushed me away. "No," she said, almost sobbing, "not yet. Let me …" She took a moment to catch her breath. She blinked tears out of her eyes. "That never happened before, like that, I …" She let go of herself, straightening out on the bed, a sheen of sweat sparkling on her rosy skin. Still breathing hard she slid over and kissed me, her arms pulling me tightly against her. She licked her lips. "Is that what I taste like? It's not really like anything, nothing strong anyway." "Well, it's partly the context," I said. She giggled then turned serious a moment later. She reached down and took my cock in her hand. I held my breath. "Could you put it back inside me? Just, you know, for a little while?" "You do it," I said, not daring to breathe. She nodded and gave me a nervous smile. We were lying side by side, facing each other. She wriggled her hips until they were just opposite mine. Still holding my cock, she nudged the tip towards her until it made contact with the opening of her pussy. I didn't move, but my hand started to stroke her arm and shoulder. She closed her eyes and her body shook slightly. I looked down. The head of my cock was hidden, wrapped in her warm folds. She tilted her hips toward me. I felt a warm, sticky resistance that melted gradually away as we moved together. I put one hand on her butt to draw her closer. One of her slim legs came up and slid over mine. And then I was all the way inside. I heard her gasp, but she didn't move. Her pussy quivered, pulling at me, pulsing along the length of my cock. The feeling was overwhelming. The sounds of the summer night faded until all I could hear was her ragged breathing and my own heartbeat. The muscles of her pussy kept rippling, almost massaging me, and I pulled her hips as tightly against mine as I could. The hard points of her nipples and her soft breasts squashed against my chest, and she kissed me again, this time putting her hand behind my head to keep me close. I was about to explode. My body was screaming at me to move, to pump my cock in and out of her, to slap my balls against her ass; but, somehow, I held still, feeling the insides of her pussy move against me on their own. She broke the kiss and pulled her hips back until my cock popped free. I groaned. She put a finger on my lips and pushed urgently at my shoulder until I rolled onto my back. She climbed over on top of me and again reached between us, finding my cock. She positioned it at her wet opening and dropped down onto it all at once. I could see her eyes roll back in her head; she was fighting with her own body, the way I had been a moment earlier. Her body won. She began to thrust her hips back and forth, jamming her pussy forward and back until her juices were dripping over my balls. She made a sharp "oh" with each thrust and her movements turned frantic. Her breasts began to bounce heavily up and down, sweat dripping between them and clinging to the tips of her nipples. She reached down and put her palms on my chest to steady herself. She let out another shriek, then her body turned rigid with her back arched and her mouth open. Shivers ran through her one after another; with each one she let out a small gasp. Liquid flowed from her pussy, thick and almost steaming as it ran down over my thighs and dark pubic hair. I could feel all my blood pumping into my cock, leaving me lightheaded. She was still frozen above me, struggling to catch her breath; but all I could think about was that I wanted more of her, all of her. I rolled her over onto her back. Her eyes were wild and uncertain, her hair disheveled, spread out behind her on the bedspread. But she looked up at me and bit her lip. I took that as affirmation. I held myself above her on my elbows and positioned my cock head back at the entrance to her pussy. The ridge around the glans pushed her smooth inner lips apart, stretching the skin until it swallowed all of the bulbous head. I heard her indrawn breath. Everything in the room seemed to stop. I felt the blood singing in my ears and her warm opening drawing me inward irresistibly. Eileen closed her eyes and raised her arms above her head, trusting me completely. Her breasts stretched out on her chest and a deep flush started at her neck. I pushed in further. She raised her hips until our bodies mashed together, meeting along the full length of our torsos. I put a hand on her flank, moist with perspiration now, then around her until I could dig my fingers into her ass. I pulled all the way out and held the tip of my cock tantalizingly at her entrance, nuzzling her clit, letting the pre-cum smear on her lips. Then I needed to be all the way inside her again. I drove in and out, the pace increasing until I was lost to the sensations of heat and sweat and the wet pounding of our bodies. She made high-pitched sounds with every stroke, rising in urgency, and her face took on a look of astonishment. Her body thrashed beneath me and she buried her face in the hollow of my neck, muffling the shriek of her orgasm. And then, somehow, she was on top of me again. I lost track of what was happening, who was moving, where we were touching each other, until, abruptly, without any warning, I lost it. How I'd lasted that long I'll never know, except that I desperately didn't want it to end. My cock started to spew voluminously into her, my hips rocking upward with each spurt. The spasms kept going, wracking my body, until she collapsed onto me. She suddenly seemed very vulnerable, her body limp and shaking, her damp cheek nestled on my chest. Several minutes passed with neither of us saying anything. I could feel her hot tears on the skin of my shoulder. "Sometimes," she said. "Sometimes, you know, I don't know what I should do." "Seems to me that you knew exactly what to do." She didn't have an answer for that, so she just stayed where she was. We fit together well, I thought. My cock was still hard and buried deep in her pussy and I didn't want that feeling to end, ever. "Sleep with me?" I asked. She hesitated. "Okay. I need a shower first." She rolled off of me and stood up. I sighed. I started to get off the bed, but she shook her head. "One at a time." Her beautiful tight butt moved away towards the bathroom. Then she closed the door behind her. She returned after a few minutes wrapped in a towel. I took a turn, and when I came back she was under the covers, her towel draped on a chair. I wanted to rip the sheets away, expose her, see all of her at once. But I controlled myself and slipped under the covers beside her. She snuggled up next to me and put her head in the hollow of my shoulder. She was asleep a minute later. * * * I had a harder time. My mind raced. Maybe, despite her initial reluctance, she could treat what had just happened casually, as no big deal. But I'd never had a one-night stand in my life. I was so worried about what would happen when she woke up that I didn't doze off until a dim morning light brightened the window and the warm night sounds faded. I woke groggily, alone and wrapped awkwardly in the covers. I looked at the clock. 10:30. I groaned. I got dressed and went downstairs. Connie was directing the breakfast clean-up. That was all right, I decided. I wasn't really hungry. Everyone else was outside starting on the day's activities. I stumbled out after them. I tried to be discreet, greeting everyone I met civilly; but they noticed how distracted I was and looked at me oddly. I scanned up and down the lawn and along the lake shore. No sign of Eileen. I wasn't really surprised. I'd expected her to be gone when I woke up. But I felt miserable all the same. Had she left altogether? Back to wherever she really lived to confess tearfully to her boyfriend? I sat glumly on a beach chair and looked out over the quiet lake. There was a murmur of voices behind me that almost lulled me back to sleep – until Connie's strident tones cut through the others. "Eileen, can you move the chairs back out of the shed?" My heart suddenly accelerated. I stayed where I was, terrified of what Eileen would say if she noticed me. But her footsteps approached unerringly. I felt her close by, smelled her sweet fragrance. She was all business. "I could use some help. Meet me in the shed." I turned to look at her. She was wearing her yellow shift and had her hair tied back. She whispered casually in my ear as she headed off: "I'm not wearing anything under this dress." I'm always grateful for feedback. It's the reason I write. Touching From 10 Feet Cynthia hugs the soft white terrycloth bathrobe around her body against the chill from being slightly damp after her shower. Her mind is at peace. Cynthia feels so alive after a shower and the special attentions of the evening. Cynthia still marvels at how well Rex understands her wants and needs. They have only been an item for a few short months. Cynthia quietly slips back into the bedroom and onto the bed. Rex is working on something on his computer but still he notices Cynthia in the mirror over the desk and smiles at her. His smile always melts Cynthia's heart and makes her feel special. Cynthia settles herself on the bed and goes through the motions of reading her textbook. Her legs are mostly tucked under her body but her feet do stick out of the robe. The robe is tied at the waist but gaps exposing more cleavage than she would expose even at the beach. Cynthia does not feel any need for modesty or for display. Her relationship with Rex is already no longer based on such minor details. They fit together like a lock and key, a key that completely unlocks her passions and her soul. In a pensive mood, Cynthia replays the events of the evening and savors the physical reminders of their play. Cynthia had arrived as planned and picked up a key to the hotel room at the front desk. She had gone up the room and changed into the baby doll teddy that Rex had requested. Although Cynthia does not remember falling asleep on the king bed, the next memory she has is awakening to feel Rex's hands caressing her body. He was so gentle as he rubbed her clit and finger fucked her pussy. It surprised her that he was totally naked and obviously ready to fill her treasure with his dick and eventually with his seed. Rex had persisted in making sure Cynthia was both awake and ready for his attentions. When Cynthia had rolled over to all fours and pulled the crotch of the panties aside, Rex had slid his meat right into her pussy. It was a delicious gentle fucking. Cynthia had climaxed with Rex. It was wonderful and mutually satisfying. Cynthia looks up as the waves of remembrance wash over her. Her skin tingles when she realizes that Rex is watching her in the mirror. It is like he is touching her from across the room. Cynthia realizes that it is almost enough to just be in the same room with Rex. Their relationship is so intense and deep that physical touching is not necessary to feel close. Just sharing a smile in the mirror makes her feel loved and cherished. Rex's attention shifts back to his computer and Cynthia's returns to trying to read her textbook. She realizes it is a lost cause but continues the pretense so that Rex will finish up. She rationalizes that she does need to read the chapter and maybe some of the information will stick. In the worst case, she could use the pretense as a reason to request more special attention. Cynthia's recollections continue on with dinner. It was a nice Italian dinner. The tablecloth had provided ample cover for playing footsie and the gentle touching that had had primed her passions and had emboldened her. Her heart had pounded when she asked permission to give Rex a special gift. This was new territory for Cynthia. Rex had committed himself to accepting all her gifts including her loyalty, her love and her soul. This acceptance of her gifts is so unlike other masters she had served who simply took what they wanted from her. Rex insists that his way is better because Cynthia will always remain whole and be better able to serve. Cynthia had felt fear and uncertainty when she confessed her need to feel the biting caress of a flogger on her ass, the tight pinch of clamps on her breasts and the submission of being bound. She was worried that Rex would consider this too perverted and inappropriate for their relationship. To his credit Rex had not only accepted her gifts, he had risen to the challenge of every green signal that Cynthia had given. Looking at Rex's broad shoulders Cynthia could not help but remember the confident way Rex had bound her wrists to the metal bars of the headboard and then stripped her. He had torn the light fabric of the dress he had given her just two days ago. When she felt the cold steel of a knife against her flesh she had been almost ready to use her safe word fearing that he would go too far but rationale thought had prevailed. It had been deliciously erotic when her bra and panties had been cut off with the sharp knife. Rex had been so deliberate and had run the cold flat edge of the blade over far more flesh than necessary. Once Cynthia was bound and stripped, Rex had slowly increased the stimuli. He had started by pinching and pulling on her breasts. Then he had arranged clamps connected with a blue ribbon around each breast. Then he started spanking her ass with a feather that had mostly tickled. He progressed to using his hand and then to the simple flogger until Cynthia's ass had shown with redness. When Cynthia had given Rex a green signal, he had increased the intensity and had left two bright red welts on her ass. After her shower, Cynthia savors the slight pain of these welts as a lasting reminder of the passion. Rex had finished topping her by fucking Cynthia's ass. Cynthia had urged Rex to be more vigorous and faster with additional green signals. Just as Cynthia was about to cum, Rex had pulled the clamps from her tits sending Cynthia to those wonderful heights that only a true submissive can know. After all was done, Rex had released Cynthia and sent her to the bathroom to shower and freshen up. Cynthia had admired the two welts on her ass and the collection of little red marks around her breasts from the clamps. Cynthia had felt deliciously used. Her only concern was whether she had pushed Rex too far. Cynthia knows that she still has much to learn about the breadth and depth of Rex's hungers and passions. Each time she figures she understands Rex seems to change the rules and surprise her. Cynthia's eyes are again drawn to Rex's reflection in the mirror. She can feel his caress from across the room. She will do anything he asks but knows he will not ask more than she wants to give. Cynthia sets the book aside giving up any pretense of studying. Then it suddenly strikes her that the point of difference between the service most would be masters require and the service that Rex desires is that she keep her free will. Cynthia must remain her own agent and serve him by choice. If he must request her service and love, it loses its magic. She must trust him enough to offer that which she feels he needs. If he wants more he will tell her. It is so simple. It is all about trust and communication. With this startling realization Cynthia decides to take the initiative. Cynthia goes back into the bathroom and starts warming the bottle of body oil in an ice bucket filled with warm water. Cynthia then assumes a posture of obedience and attentiveness while she waits for Rex to finish. Rex did not ask nor should he need to ask. When Cynthia feels Rex's gaze and looks into the mirror again, Rex's smile and nod cause her heart to swell. Cynthia realizes that she has learned how to serve her chosen master. Suffice it to say that Cynthia and Rex enjoyed this new understanding before they curled up together to sleep for the night. Touching Her in a Different Way All characters, actions and locations in this story involve people who are more than 18 years old. ***** He didn't touch her like other boys did. And she wasn't sure what to do about that. Growing up in a conservative small Midwestern town, she didn't have much experience with boys until after she graduated from high school, turned 18, and went to a local bible college, because that's where her parents wanted her to go. But she was hoping something would change. Maybe it was her desire to do something different that led her to make her first friends she with other girls who went to the bible classes but weren't drinking the cool aid. They started organizing little parties, inviting some of the boys they were meeting. It seemed innocent enough, boys and girls, some smuggled in wine and beer, fun, laughter, and then the games. At first it was "spin the bottle," a familiar game in which the "winners" would get a kiss in front of the others. The first round of winners and kisses were quick and embarrassed, brushing the lips of the boy. By the third spin of the bottle though, the kisses were deeper, with tongues and lips, and she could see that the couples lingered longer before returning to the game. But playing spin the bottle with adults quickly became more intense. She knew she was a favorite winner. When the bottle spun to her, the boy's eyes would light up, and most likely, their eyes would go to her breasts. Her breasts were quite large, and she wore a shirt that was deliberately unbuttoned to just below her cleavage. She was quite aware of the effect her titties had on the boys. They didn't know this, but her nipples were also quite large and were constantly erect. Tonight though she was wearing just an unpadded bra and the combined effect of her visible cleavage and barely concealed nipples was drawing every boy's attention. Then the rules of the game changed. Now the winners would have to walk around the house kissing. Walking around the house meant going from the living room where the game was played, to the dining room, through the kitchen, then eventually around to the living room again. The next time she won the spin of the bottle and moved with the boy outside the view of others, she wasn't surprised when the boy's hand slid up her side and onto her breast. She actually didn't mind, and his awkward hands grasping a tit through her clothes was at first amusing, but also arousing, especially when he found her protruding nipple and pinched it. But his clumsy grab did not make her feel sexy, it just made her feel like a piece of flesh that boys wanted to have. When she got back to the living room, one of her friends told her that she let boys put their hands under her blouse to feel her tits, and even, if she liked the guy, to let him slide his hand down into her pants. Her friend told her the guys really liked her large breasts, and she should let them touch her under her clothes. She wasn't sure about that, because she was afraid of what it may lead to. He was different. He was new to town, and to her school. She really didn't know how he had been invited to the parties, but there he was. He was cute, but seemed quiet. She watched him, and he was clearing watching what was happening, taking it in. She could also see that he noticed her. They didn't actually look at each other, but both caught the other looking at each other. When his turn came to spin the bottle and it went to her, her heart raced, and, she was a bit embarrassed to notice, she felt a dampness between her legs. They stood, and gave each other a perfunctory kiss to satisfy the group, then moved towards the kitchen. In the privacy of the kitchen, he held her face with both hands and kissed her deeply. Hmmm, that was good. His lips and tongue moved into hers, warm, soft, embracing. The kiss took her attention away; most guys just jammed into her mouth, he was massaging her lips and face. When they reached the kitchen, she expected him to grab her tit, because that's what most guys did. She was surprised when he broke their lip lock, and he bent to kiss her neck. OMG she thought, as she felt the electricity run through her body, no one ever did that before. And instead of a hand grabbing forcefully at her tit, she realized both his hands were now on her waist. Instead of grabbing at her, his hands began a slow, methodical exploration of her sides. She was surprised, no guy had ever felt her sides before! But she was distracted by his lips on her neck, and drawn to the intense sensations he was making happen. They stopped in the kitchen. This was the typical scene. That's where the guys liked to feel her tits. He did too, but it was different. With long strokes his hands went from her waist, up her sides, across her breasts, and then to her neck. Then they went down again. She felt he was methodically, and sensually, exploring her body. His hands went down across her breasts, feeling their weight and size, sliding down her sides, and then to her ass. He cupped her ass cheeks through her jeans, and then slid down the back of her thighs. She felt a little exposed. Tittie grabs she was used to, but hands roaming all over her body, not so much. It was a little frightening, but at the same time, she felt she could trust him. What he was doing she liked. They stopped in the kitchen. His sensual exploration of her body continued, but now in a way she had not experienced before. His hands ran up her body, but now slipping underneath her blouse, and then underneath her bra. She felt his hands on her bare skin, her breasts, and her nipples. He the kneeled before her and she was hardly aware of what he was doing until her shirt was unbuttoned, her bra was pushed up, and suddenly her tits were in his mouth. Her fear and hesitation vanished when and his hands lifted her breast into his mouth and his lips closed over her nipple. That sensation was so intense she didn't even notice that although he was engulfing her tit in his mouth, his hands were again running down her sides, and this time he unsnapped her jeans and dragged them down. His hands then went inside her panties. "You are wet, baby, do you know what that means?" he asked. "No," she said hesitantly. "It means you need to finish. You can't just go home wet. Do you know what it means to cum?" he asked. Now she was embarrassed, thinking of times she had used her sheets to drag between her legs and her hungry labia, she said, trying to exude confidence, "of course I do,." "But with your fingers or a real cock?" he asked, probing her weakness. "Do you know what a cock in your pussy feels like?" "No," she admitted, but she couldn't speak further because one of his fingers had now parted her labia, and entered her vagina. No guy had gotten that far before, and she was surprised to find that another's finger felt even better than her own within her folds. "Ok baby, you're hot as a firecracker and wetter than I've ever seen. You may not understand this now, but you're going to spend a lifetime looking for a man to put his cock in you. I'm going to be your first. " With that he led her from the kitchen into the back hallway and then into a bedroom. She wasn't surprised, in fact, and when she walked into bedroom, she broke from him and pushed him onto the bed. "Now it is your turn to watch." Smiling at him, she removed her top and bra, so that her full breasts fell out. She wasn't surprised to see the effect that had on him. Then she peeled her jeans and panties off, so that as he sat on the bed he was staring directly at the little landing strip of hair above her parted and wet labia. "Is this what you wanted to see?" She asked. He stood up, kissed her again on the neck and lips, and spun her around so that she was now seated on the bed, looking at him. As he dropped his pants, he cock stood out. "Is this what you wanted to see?" he asked. She had never seen a naked cock before, but she quickly saw that this was her destiny. That thing could get up into her pussy in a way nothing else could and that was what she wanted. It was a crazy thing for virgin to do, but she leaned back on the bed, spread her legs, and said, "it's time, put that thing in me." He was prepared, and for the first time she saw a guy roll a condom onto his cock, and then step forward to slide it into her waiting pussy. She gasped when he did. It didn't look so big until it split her lips and then her insides. There was an initial pain, but her pussy quickly opened up to accept the stranger, and then her inner cunt massaged his erection until he spurted deep into her. Feeling his cum into her triggered her, and her first cock induced orgasm ripped through her body. It seemed like no time at all had passed. They dressed quickly and re-entered the living room, locked in a lip embrace. Looking at them enter, several of the boys clapped, and the girls looked at them with curiosity, and perhaps envy. Then he left her seated back in the ring of kids playing spin the bottle, and somehow he slipped away. She never actually saw him again after that night. She heard he had been kicked out of school, something about he didn't "fit in." But she never forgot how he fit into her vagina. Like a heroin addict who was always chasing that first high, she was about to begin her life of chasing the perfect cock. She smiled to herself, and didn't mind when another boy in the group spun the bottle, and it landed on her. Touching Her Softly "Touch me softly," her words echoed in the quiet room. The light of ten flickering candles cast a lattice of shapes across the ceiling, walls, and ultimately her skins. She was exquisite; a flawless naked form. Her face was hidden by dense tendrils of highlighted-brown hair. On her side, she threw her top leg behind the bottom as she looked back over her shoulder. The dancing candlelight accented the contrast of tanned and stark white flesh. A triangle of white flesh between her legs gave way to tender, wet pink. Her mons was distinctly visible, not shaved but closely trimmed. Longer wispy, brown hair started below her pussy and encircled her tiny brown-pink asshole. The flickering light exposed a slick wetness on her parting labia. She rolled onto her back, simultaneously pulling her heels to her ass cheeks, splaying her knees wide. She body possessed a flexibility that caused them to almost touch the satin sheets surrounding her. The muscles of her inner thighs rippled in the light of the candle's flame. Her cunt simply popped open; wet, pink and inviting. I dropped between her legs, mouth open, tongue already moving across my teeth, anticipating the taste of her pussy. The flat palm of her right hand stopped my forward movement, pushing back firm at my forehead. "Not yet. Touch me softly. Play with my flesh." He voice was a commanding yet so soft, sensual whisper. "Show me how sensitive your touch can be." I knelt between her legs and looked down at her beauty, not saying a word. Without taking her eyes from mine, she reached over to her nightstand to pick up two clothespins. "Baby, I'm going to make you feel good while you make me feel good." As she spoke she adeptly took a clothespin between thumb and forefinger in each hand and moved smoothly to capture each of my nipples in a vice-like grip. The pain was not intense, but the pleasurable sensation was so great I closed my eyes and dropped down on my heels. She held onto the clothespins just long enough to twist them softly right-to-left as she whispered, "When you make me feel good, I'll make you feel good. When you are a good boy, I'll twist your titties for you. But, don't ask. Just do me." I rose back up on my knees and moved slightly forward. My thigh, just above the bent knee, came to rest against her pussy. Her wetness was already obvious on my skin. Almost imperceptively, she pumped her hips and her already heated labia brushed upward against my leg. So softly did she move my coarse leg hair must have excited tender flesh. She hissed softly, "Fuck." With extended arms, leaning forward in a manner that caused my affixed clothespins to jiggle slightly, I drew my fingertips as softly across the curves of her face. My thumbs traced her eyebrows, slightly over, then slightly beneath, then directly across their coarse surface. As my thumbs moved inward to outward over her eyelids, my index fingers drawing small circles at her temples, she sighed. Her soft belly rose and fell rhythmically, in sync with my fingers. Still with legs spread wide, she ground her pussy against my thigh, but oh so softly. As I moved to caress the lobes of her ears, rotating them between delicately between my first two fingers and thumb of each hand, she reached to grasp the clothespins locked on my nipples. Saying nothing, she rotated each clockwise then counter-clockwise several times. Deep pleasure rippled through me. Her movements were slow, almost tender. With each rotation my cock danced between my spread legs. Her rotations seemed to keep pace with my play upon her earlobes. Then, she dropped her arms back beside her. "Touch me softly, on my tits," her voice was soft and horse, coming from deep in her throat. Her eyes were closed. I drew my hands down her neck, my fingers dancing along the muscle cords coming to rest just above her collarbones. "Massage my nipples like you massaged my earlobes. Just rub them." It was the softest command she'd ever given. I obliged, but only after I traced the contours of each breast, cupped each softly between my palms, and delicately squeezed them to engorge each nipple. When, finally, I came to grasp each nipple independently, to apply soft circular pressure to the tip of each one; she spread her legs farther than I thought possible and gently but firmly ground her sopping wet pussy against my thigh. I moved my thigh slightly forward, firmly maintaining contact. Her lubrication increased with a pulsing squirt, soft and subtle, but so obvious. A puddle of her juices was collecting where my knee met the satin sheets. Turning her head from side to side, eyes remaining closed, she moaned, "Nasty, so fucking nasty." As she spoke, she pumped faster, but softer yet, against my thigh. I could feel her adjusting the pressure on the nub of her clit, backing off just a bit to reduce the intensity, to prolong her pleasure. "Softly play with my asshole." Leaving her breasts, I drew one hand over her belly. It was beginning to bulge slightly as it always did when she became sexually aroused, when an orgasm approached. The other hand went to my mouth. I coated my index finger with a copious amount of saliva. Placing the very tip, the point where the fingernail meets flesh, softly against her anus I softly opened her up. My finger drew the rubbery ring outward with soft pressure, at the same time sliding in slightly deeper. She pressed downward on my fingertip, wanting more, but enjoying the teasingly soft penetration. "Oh, fuck me with your finger, push it in." She wanted me to, and she didn't. She just wanted to feel nastier and nastier. Her asshole just softened to my touch and opened deeper. She rode on a thousands nerve endings. The way I played with her ass excited me; made my cock literally drip pre-cum. She sensed as much and she reach up to rapidly and softly twist my clothespins. A series of her favorite word, "Fuck," rolled softly over her lips. She was feeling nasty. Maintaining my tender caress of her asshole, I drew my thigh away from her pussy. Strings of clear, viscous nectar hung like a string of pearls between the lips of her cunt and my thigh. Her hips pumped up and down, her pussy hole pulsed in the candlelight and I enjoyed the sight of my finger playing just inside the surface of her asshole. "Eat me softly. I am going to come soon." It was the softest whisper. My finger pushing just a little deeper into her ass, I bent and placed my fully opened mouth over her pulsing vagina. I rested myself softly upon her wet inner flesh and let her body do the work. She rose and fell, circled and reversed. Always, with a soft contact pressure she set. Finally she spoke, "Now, use your tongue. And, push your finger a little deeper into my ass. Soft." As softly as I could, slowly in the manner I knew she enjoyed, I flicked the tip of my tongue across her clit. I worked to find that place between not touching it and touch it: that place that created soft spasms in her ass, spasms that drew my fingertip slightly deeper with each subtle contraction. At intervals I stopped flicking to slowly and softly suck her flesh into my mouth, to savor her taste. As I did so, I masturbated myself against the satin sheets, lying there between her legs. She sensed my action and brought her heels up to rest on my buttocks. My near-cum rhythm melded with hers. Her soft, "Motherfucker, fuck" told me she was near orgasm. As she began to cum, I drew back from pussy just slightly, without breaking contact. Her contractions rippled through her body and I enjoyed them with her. My finger, without resistance, slid fully into her ass. She pushed into it. The tip of my tongue softly touched her clit, not moving as she did – the soft touch. She shuddered through the wave and I, too, came softly. Minutes later she spoke, "That was a toe-curler." Touching His Daughter (Author's Note: This is the first of a few stories I knocked out over one weekend. I'd like to explore more writing, particularly on incest fantasies. If you're interested in giving feedback or collaborating, or simply to talk, feel free to contact me) Robert sat there in the dark, on the couch in his living room, as the television in front of him flickered the taboo and nasty images he'd always treasured in his head. Incest - father-daughter sex, the ultimate taboo, was playing on the screen. Despite knowing none of the images was real - that the young actress on TV was merely acting, he could not control the raging hard-on inside his pants. His cock drooled and twitched, partly because of the images, and partly because just moments earlier, he'd nearly molested his own 18-year-old daughter Jessica. "Molest." That word got him hot behind the ears, and stirred up feelings of lust and passion no woman could have ever done. So nasty is the word, yet, so erotic and enticing, he spent many nights masturbating to the scene - molesting his own daughter, making her cum with his fingers as she finally gave in to the pleasure and ultimate taboo. So close, yet so far. Or, was he really that far from fucking her? Just moments before he'd had his hands on her legs, to his disappointment, still covered by the tight jeans Jessica was wearing. Her tank-top left little to the imagination, was wrapped tightly around her C-cups, pushing out her globes, only half covered, enticing him to glance down once in a while as she sat there, snuggled up against him as the scenes played out on television. Jill, his wife and Jessica's mom, had gone out for the evening, and as they sat down to watch television, snuggled against one another to make up for Jessica's lost time in college, her first semester at the University of Central Florida, the movie of the week had came on. An erotic movie. A movie not to be viewed by father and daughter. But as the movie progressed, so did their dance, as she moved closer and snuggled against him. Their breathings increased as Robert felt the familiar stir within his body. Jessica did, too, and it was left unspoken as he continued to stroke her arms, gently and softly, feeling the peach-fuzz of her 18-year-old body against his fingers, occasionally moving up toward her face and back down. He'd hoped that that was all - a little cheap thrills for his masturbatory session later, when he'd sneak into the hamper, steal her latest pair of used panties and jack off in them. But, instead, things continued to progress. "Wow, that's hot," she'd said as the HBO special showed a middle-aged man grinding under the cover against a girl her age. To all viewers, it was clear what they were doing, and secretly, Robert wondered if watching the movie was making his daughter hot. Gently, he moved his hand up to her face against, and using his thumb, stroked her right cheek as he pulled her closer to him on the couch, his eyes darting down at her cleavage, its top half of the crop, creamy and firm, covered by her bra and tank-top. "Yeah? I think so, too," he confessed. "What do you think is hot about it?" he pressed, partly because he'd lost all sense of logic, and partly because his own logic was pressing him to push her further into a sexual excitement state - if she weren't already there. He continued looking down at her fleshy globes, waiting for an answer, his arm wrapped around her shoulder, thumb still stroking her face. "Hmmmmm," she sighed, pausing a second for effect, and considering whether to go on, as her own father's touch stirred excitement in her. "If I explained, this could turn out very bad," she reasoned to herself, not knowing whether to feed her father's curiousity of her sexuality. Yet his touch, along with what was on TV, was creating an itch deep within her stomach she could not seem to explain. Going on her own impulse, she explained. "I like it because the age difference is so ...taboo," she continued, eyes still glued to the screen as the man is now thrusting harder under the sheets into the woman. It'd been nearly a month for Jessica - since the last time she came with someone else's help back in college, but the summer, along with her parents' constant presence, had prevented her from such. Still, as she sat there, feeling her father soft touches, a feeling inside stirred, and all the sudden, to her own surprise, she was feeling a bit sexual, as the familiar pit built in her stomach, her throat constricted by a lump of excitement and she'd felt as though she needed to take deeper breath. In short, she was showing signs of sexual arousal - of getting horny, getting wet, wanting to be fucked - and what's worst, the person making her feel this way was her own dad. Jessica let out a sigh, knowing that none of this would lead anywhere - that she could let her mind wander, and as her parents went to bed later that night, she would quietly finger her own cunt in her room, making herself cum over and over again to the scenes on TV. Robert's heart pounded faster as he looked for a way to up the ante, and a way to respond. Was she hinting at him, or was she, in her youthful innocence, being completely honest to her own father, unaware of his incestuous attraction to her? Was she getting wet? What does she look like naked? Has she ever masturbated to fantasies that are "taboo?" Questions filled Robert's mind as he swallowed hard and decided to respond. "Taboo - I like that word," he said, almost a whisper at her while also looking as the screen, his cock now hard and drooling inside his pants, straining to free itself from the constraints of the underwear underneath his slacks as he moves his hand back down from her face, dragging his thumb down her and just for a second, making contact with the top of her right breast before dropping back down to her right arm. Her flesh felt burning hot under his thumb, and with trembling hands, he continued to stroke her arm, determined to continue on with this as long as she didn't oppose. "Taboo is a good word," she said, gasping as his thumb brushed against the top of her breast, while still looking at the screen. His hand felt hot against the top part of her breast, and secretly, for a second, she wished he'd go ahead and pop it out, pinch her nipple, suck on it, and molest her - a word she found repulsive, yet for some reason, also exciting. "I am glad you like it," he responded, his game plan now put in full motion. He'd never planned to go forth with it, but opportunity was still knocking and until she told him to stop or stormed away, he still had a shot, he figured, as his hand moved up back toward her face, again, brushing "accidently" against her breast. God, this was her own father sitting just inches from her, snuggling with her, and she couldn't get the incestuous thoughts out of her mind. While she knew with certainties that the act of incest is wrong, Jessica also knew of yearning, and at the moment, she yearned of nothing more than to cum and come very hard, and the idea, that it was her own father, just by simply having touched her the way she did, and introducing a topic of conversation rarely visited by father and daughter to their night, made her doubley hot. It wasn't the first time she'd felt she wanted him, but all of the sudden, it seemed altogether possible. She quickly considered it - and decided that, perhaps, if he left a door open, she would take the opportunity. She would take his bait. She would let her father fuck her. Her thoughts were broken by his voice as his hand trailed back up toward her face, again, just one more time, brushing gently against the top of her breast. Almost in a whisper, he made his next move. "I've actually got something a bit better if you like this stuff. Care to see it?" he asked, putting himself out there and taking a chance that, if it ended badly, might cost him his whole family. But if it paid off -- heaven. "Maybe," she replied. "What is it?" she asked, almost curious at what her father might want to show her, after having already gone this far, and not knowing how much further this would go. She enjoyed the thrills, although still not knowing if he meant for this to be serious, or just merely flirting with her. Was it just in her head that her father is touching her in a seductive and sexual manner, she wondered and hoped and prayed that whatever it is, it ended soon. If he liked her, she reasoned, he should make his move, and she would probably be okay with it. In fact, she'd more than welcome it, after been without sex for so long. Yet, if he didn't have any intentions, it should also be made known to her soon, so she could be left alone with her fingers. In the worst ways, Jessica wanted to cum. "You can't tell mom, it's our secret, okay?" he proposed, and in doing so, planted yet another seed into her mind. Secrets. Secrets between father and daughter - and what other kinds of secrets could there be, except sexual ones? Ones that involved a father making his daughter cum, a father "molesting" and fucking his down daugher? To Robert, father-daughter sex was the only secret worthy of keeping away from his spouse and her mother. "Okay," she whispered as she shifted in position, moving closer to him, leaning against his chest, as her cleavage and all its glory came to be inches from his face. Without responding Robert hit "play" on the DVD player and all the sudden, the taboo was gone. No longer were they watching a movie that was semi-porn, with implied acts. On television, for both of them to see, was a woman also her age and a much older man in the bathroom. The man was on his knees in front of the toilet as his lover, sitting on the toilet, spread her legs wide open, his fingers exploring her clit and shaven pussy, already wet from the foreplay earlier in the movie. Taking in a deep breath, Jessica continued to focus on the screen as the woman's body lightly jerked at the touch of her lover, whose long finger explored the depth of her cunt gently and slowly, his thumb rubbing her clit. "Oh, wow," Jessica exclaimed, whisperingly in her own excitement, as the movie continued to play, not knowing what else to say or how else to react to yet another passage that she and her father had crossed. Just an hour ago, they'd kissed her mother goodbye, and sat down to spending quality time together. Yet, in just 60 minutes, they'd gone from enjoying lost time together to watching porn, and she was getting excited because of it. "Yeah, I think it's hot," Robert confessed as the movie continued to play, looking down yet again at her globes, now more than ever wanting to suck on and play with them, re-creating the scene on TV. Letting his hand trace back to her face, and stroking her cheeks again, making sure not to make any sudden movement as to alarm her, he continued to stare at the screen as the man continued to finger his lover. He'd seen the movie before and knew what was coming up next, up remained quiet, waiting for her reaction as the movie continued. Fingering his lover much harder now as the camera zoomed in to the woman's pussy, the man leaned in and sucked on her clit, creating a a response as his over pushed against his mouth and gave out a yelp. "Oh, god, daddy," the girl on TV moaned as Robert and Jessica sat in the darkness, snuggling against each other, his hand stroking her face. They both froze just as the girl screamed out "daddy," confirming the movie they were watching was no "ordinary" porn and that the "taboo" he'd talked about wasn't just about age different, but also the ultimate taboo of father-daughter sexual relations. Jessica, just for that moment, froze because she did not know how to react, knowing now that they'd entered a realm very few fathers and daughters have entered entered, and that for most, was a mere fantasy. In silence they continued to watch the movie as the "father" continued to finger his own "daughter," making her squirm on the toilet seat, yelping nasty, hot sexual sounds she'd not uttered, and he's not heard, in a very long time, at least live and in person. "What does her silence mean?" he wondered as he continued to stroke her face, very aware now, of each and every one of his moves, feeling her now burning skin against his thumb. His cock pressed against his underwear, and just for a second, he wished he could just let it out, stroke it in front of her and come all over her hand as they watched the movie. But the seduction of a daughter took time, and patient he must be, he reminded himself as his hand dropped down toward her lap, once against brushing against her breast, lingering this time as he trembled, letting his hand lightly sit there on her lap, rather than returning to the original position at her arm. He'd found a crease between her jeans and tank top, a bit of flesh exposed, waiting, begging to be explored, he thought as he let his thumb press against her hot flesh, just to the right of her belly button. She didn't respond, but continued to stare at the screen as the man is now on top of his "daughter" in the movie, his cock resting at the entrance of her pussy, waiting to push in and fucking his "daughter" for the first time. "Ugh!" the girl in the movie moaned as the man pushed his cockhead inside her, raising goosebumps on Jessica's skin and body, making her shudder at both the scene and her father's light touch on her stomach. Softly, she let out a sigh as he continued to stroke her tummy, back and forth, just an inch in diameter in the area of his stroking. Silently, they continued to watch the movie, though both their hearts pounded like they've never pounded before. For both Robert and Jessica, who'd been sexually active since 14, it was almost like the first time, and indeed, in this situation, a father-daughter situation so taboo, it was. It was waters they'd never explored before, and one that they yearned and desired at the moment, yet, still not knowing whether the other would come through. On TV, the man was now thrusting deep inside the young girl playing his daughter, his cock making smooth strokes against her glistening pussy as she continued to yelp. Closer and closer, the camera zoomed, until it only showed his cock thrusting deep inside her pussy and back out. Other than the sound of Robert and Jessica's own breathing, and the yelps and grunts on TV, the whole room was silent. "Oh, fuck me, daddy," the girl on TV whispered as the scene continued, making them both shudder. Though Robert had seen the movie before and many times had jacked off pretending it was him fucking Jessica, sharing the movie with her only made it hotter as he took a deep breath. The words left Jessica's ears burning. So sexy, yet so taboo, a daughter asking - no, begging to be fucked by her own dad. How she longed to moan out those words, yet she also knew it was wrong. It was taboo. It was incest. But then again, perhaps that's what makes it so ... hot. Perhaps that's what hardening her nipples, making her pussy secrete its juices, getting ready to be fucked, and making that young, tender heart of hers pound. Time for the next move, Robert thought. Things had gone well enough, and although he would have been satisfied with shooting a load inside her panties tonight, and getting off on this cheap thrills, he also wanted to fuck her. What could he lose for trying? After all, she'd let him go this far and upping the ante a bit wouldn't hurt. Blame it on the heat of the moment, or misunderstanding, he reasonsed to himself, if she opposed or freaked out. Angling his hand so that his fingers now faced away from her and toward her feet, he continued to make gently strokes on her tummy with his thumb, and, just to try it out, just once, and see how she reacted, he placed his middle finger on her thigh, his hand covering her crotch area, over her jeans. Slowly, he began to massage her inner thigh, just small, tiny cicles on her thigh with his middle finger, ignoring the area on her stomach now as the movie continued, wishing he could press harder against her crotch, to feel and see if she was getting wet and tear her pants off, fingering and molesting her until she begged to be fucked. "My, God, this could be a 'go,'" Robert thought to himself as he continued to massage her inner left thigh, remaining quiet and swallowing hard as he does so. How do I know when to stop? I he wondered. How do I know if she's actually enjoying this? He needed a sign, Robert thought, and in a bold move, perhaps the boldest since their dance began, placed his finger on her crotch, still over her panties and leaving it there, gauging her reaction and wondering what sure ways there were of knowing his touching was welcome. There was no "incest Bible," books written on how to seduce one's own daughter, and Robert was left on his own as his finger sat there, on trial, waiting for her reaction. He felt like a man condemned, someone waiting for a verdict of life, someone needing an answer and an answer now. Yet, still no reaction from her. For Jessica's part, she was very well aware of the location of her father's finger resting between her legs. She could feel his hand trembling, and if it weren't for the pounding of her own heart, she could have probably felt his pounding heart, too. And she felt the weigh of his finger against her body, her crotch, on her pussy lips, just ounces of added weight pushed against her now drooling cunt, not enough for her to feel the esctasy of being touched, yet enough to get her excited. Sitting there watching the girl being fucked by her "father" she silently wished one of two things: either make me cum or let me go so I can make myself cum, she thought to herself. This had gone on way too long, and she needed a relief, as she was sure her father needed one, too. Was he still playing? Dared he continued? Was this all in her head? How could one be sure? What can a young woman do to ensure her lustful father went forth with molesting her? None of these answers she knew, but she wanted more, or less, and she wanted one of them to make a decision right away. For Robert and Jessica, the chess match continued, with one wishing the other would make another move, a move that would put the game over the top, yet new at this game, neither were willing to commit, unwilling to give up their pieces in the game, for fear what might come next. Robert made the first move. He pressed. With his finger resting gently against her crotch, he pushed down at where he thought her clit was, unable to truly find it without her crotch being exposed to him. In one quick move, Robert had made a gentle yet firm push against her crotch, hitting her clit and had continued to apply the pressure. "Oh, fuck me harder, daddy," the girl on TV moaned at the same moment he pushed his finger against her crotch, as Jessica jumped at the electricity of the touch. So gentle, yet so good as the touch she'd expected since about an hour previous finally came, and if she had it her way, she'd come to. "Oh, my God, excuse me," she mumbled, lost in her own lust and and his touch, and she stood up and excused herself, running upstairs, leaving him sitting in the dark by himself. Just for the second, he could feel it. He'd felt the heat of his own daughter's pussy and its rubbery flesh, despite it having been covered by her panties - which he had hoped was soaking, and her jeans. He'd felt the moisture between her legs, and could have sworn he heard a little moan escape her right before she excused herself. Now, sitting there in the dark as the movie continued, his heart continued to pound, both at the excitement and the guilt that, in attempting to molest and seduce his own 18-year-old daughter, he might have driven her away. "Make me cum, daddy," the actress on TV moaned. He wondered why his daughter could ask for the same. Touching His Daughter Game On: What seemed like an eternity was only less than five minutes for Robert as thoughts filled his head of the dance he'd entangled in with his daughter. Eight-thirty, the clock says, more than 45 minutes until his wife came home. With that much time, there was always time for another jack-off session, to get his mind off Jessica, and prepare himself to be logical again when Jill gets home, at which time, it'll probably kiss her and take her upstairs, fuck her like he's never fucked her before, all the while thinking of their daughter. As he was about to get up and turn off the movie, Robert looked up to see Jessica coming back down, having already changed out of her jeans. For a moment, they locked eyes and that intense feeling of lust returned, while the television continued to play another scene of a new couple, a new "father" and "daughter" kissing in the bedroom decorated like a teenager's room. "Sorry about that," she announced as she took her eyes off him and only the screen, "I had to get comfortable." "Comfortable is good," he replied, not knowing what else to say as he stared at her tanned, creaming legs, now exposed to him after she'd changed out of her jeans. " Wnat to continue watching?" he asked, sensing new life within him, and the game they were playing. Another shot. That's all he wanted. A shot at her. A shot at seducing her, and just as he thought it'd gone badly, she came back to him. Another chance he won't screw up, he promised himself. "That scene is over?" she asked as she positioned herself on the couch where she was before, realizing there was a new couple on TV, leaning in closer to him and while not bother to look at him. "Yeah, a new scene, but just as hot, I am sure," he replied as his eyes returned to her cleavage, and swallowed hard, realizing that in "getting comfortable," she'd also taking off her bra. The white tank-top did little to hide her cleavage, and now, he realized, her nipples were also poking out. "Good, because that was pretty hot," she replied, trailing off for a second only to continue, "I was getting excited." "Yeah, me too," he confessed, hot at the idea that his own daughter was admitting to him that she was excited over an incest film they'd seen, and further, by the evidence of her own excitement in the nipples that were poking out of her tank tops. "Hmmmm," she replied, not knowing what else to say, but now, she also knew the game was on, him knowing fully where she stood, and having "gotten comfortable" to let him know that she was okay with it, Jessica knew it was only a matter of time before her father upped his game, and soon enough, she would ride waves of pleasures, if he didn't chicken out. "Yeah, it's getting me excited again, and they haven't even done anything," she said, hinting at him while the couple on TV continued to kiss. Her heart pounded. This was it. Game on. This would be no changing of minds after this. She'd done her part by letting him know she's excited, and changing into more accessible clothes, to include putting on her UCF shorts and taking off her underwear, which she found to be soaked with her cum when she'd changed upstairs. The rest was up to him. "I can see that," he joked, but only half meaning it as a joke as he points at the nipples that were now pressed against her tank-top, looking down to make eye contact and right away darting toward her breast, signaling that he'd seen and knew. "Oh," she replied, partly because she didn't what else to say, partly because a simple "oh," she figured, would good enough. Oh, God, take the lead daddy, grab them, play with them, make me cum, her mind screamed as the scene on TV continued. Robert, now fueled with new hope and desired, grew braver. Moving his hands, still trembling, not so much from being scared, but rather, the excitement, up toward her globes, and gently stroking the upper parts of the fleshy left breast, not yet dare touching her nipples, he gave signs of encouragement and that he, too, is willing to do it. "It's okay, they're nice," he complimented, as he continued to stroke her soft, yet firm flesh, letting the compliment sink in. The compliment, he figured, was a way of letting her know he liked her breasts, and was interest. But how would she react? "Hmmmmmm," she softly moaned, knowing the next step of the game had commenced, and in incestuous dances, a "thank you" could hardly replace a "fuck me, daddy." His touch, so gentle as he lingered on her breast, made her even wetter, and she wondered if he could smell her drooling cunt, now exposed and only covered by her shorts. Though so wet that she's almost shaking with horniess, there was still a bit of reservation left. What of her mom? What if she found out? More than ever, Jessica wanted to cum, and she wanted her father to make her cum, but this was all so wrong. Yet, she knew she'd never cum as hard with anyone else than tonight, with her own father. Taking her moan as a respond to continue, Robert now moved his hand and brushed it against her hardened nippled on her left breast, letting his thumb stay on her nipple just a bit and trailing it down toward her tummy, resting just below her belly button, now more exposed as her shirt hiked up a bit. At his touching of her nipple, Jessica let out a moan - a sexual one this time, subtle and soft, yet unmistakenly a sexual moan, as she closed her eyes, enjoying his first touch - the kind of touch she'd never experienced with her own father before. Circling his hand on her tummy, feeling the burning flesh against his thumb, Robert looks down at his daughter, now almost in a sleeping stage, her chest raising and falling, pushing out her breasts and nipples, and lets his hand go lower, over her waistband, and onto the top of her crotch, his mouth dry from the excitement and his chest pounding. No panties. He hadn't felt any panties under the shorts as he moved toward her thigh, making circular motion with his finger on her inner thigh while the "father" and "daugher" on TV dry-humped, the "father's" cock pushed out against his underwear as his "daughter" straddled him with nothing but her panties on. Very sublty, Robert hiked up his daughter's shorts a bit, hoping to get a glimps of pussy. He could feel the heat, and hiking the golden and black pair of shorts up just a bit more, it was unmistakenably what Robert saw - glistening skin, skin having been exposed to cum, and he had no doubt his daughter's inner thigh's glistened from her own cum because he'd made her that way. He decided to continued. Jessica lay against him still motionless, waiting for the moment and knowing that he'd pull her panties up. Could he see how wet I am? Will he finger me? She wondered as his hand traveled back up to her breast and continued to stroke her breast, changing motion all the sudden, he reached for her nipple with his index and thumb and because kneading it, rolling it against his fingers, feeling her rubbery, pencil-eraser like texture in his hand. "Ugh," she sighs at his touch, knowing that he was almost there and just needed a bit more encouragement, yet still, it was too soon to ask to be fucked. In her mind, all was gone the moment her touched her nipple - she didn't care that he was her father, she wanted him to make her cum. Or, was it perhaps it was the fact that he was her father that she wanted him to make her cum? Either way, the wet, soaking, horny Jessica sat there, completely opened waiting for her father's next move. Waiting to be molested. How, in any language, can one explain the ectasy of the moment for both Robert and Jessica, as both approached closer to the verge of incest, with Robert in the driver seat and Jessica almost telling him how to get there. Letting go of her nipple for a second, Robert used the tip of his thumb to pull against the top of her top, and in one gently motion, pulled it down, letting it rest below her breast and exposing her hard nipple to the warm air of the room as he stared at the pink, fleshy, tiny nipple, harden by excitement and his own touch. One step closer, Jessica thought - now suck on it, play with it, and then I'll moan, and then it'll be your sign to touch my pussy, finger it, make me cum! Make me cum! "Wow, you're beautiful," Robert whispered, scolding himself as soon as it did so, for breaking the silence of a good seduction, fearing Jessica might snap out of it and change her mind. He'd never gone this far, ever, with her, and any normal person in the situation would realize this was bound to happen, but for Robert, fear still persisted. He still had to make sure. Letting his thumb and index finger reach for her left nipple, he began to roll it between them, shocked at how hot her body felt, and that she was allowing this to happen, yet not caring at the moment what was to become of it. He was making his daughter feel good and that was all that mattered for Robert at the moment. For him, a 49-year-old man being with an 18-year-old girl was hot, but to touch his own daughter, there was no other way to describe the sexual ecstasy. "Oh. My. God," Jessica moaned softly as he rolled her nipple, letting out a deep breath and taking one in, her lips slightly opened as the words escaped her lips. Picture perfect. Father and daughter on the family couch, her legs wide open with her shorts still on, and her father, raging-hard from the seduction, is playing with one exposed breast while incest videos played on TV. It's a go for Robert. Her moan was all he needed as he pulled other half of her tank-top down, exposing both breasts now, and taking a minute to feast on the sight of her perky, young breasts. His own 18-year-old daughter's breasts. Slowly, with her eyes still closed, he moved in, diving down and sticking his tongue out, brushed against the nipple closest to him, gliding his tongue over it and taking it in his mouth, flickering her young nipple with his tongue as his daughter continued to leave herself exposed, his for the taking. "Ugggh," she moaned as his warm, muscular tongue explored her nipple, his hot saliva coating her breast while the other one, exposed to the air, becomes even firmer. So taboo, yet, so hot. Father sucking on her own nipple, and it never felt like this before. No one else had sucked her nipple that way, and perhaps because it's her own father, or perhaps because of the reward of having danced around it for more than hour, it was the most sexually excited stage she'd ever been in. Letting his hand travel downward and remembering that she'd worn no panties, Robert reached between her legs of her shorts, now soaked with her own hot and lubricating pre-cum, from her teenage pussy - a pussy ready to be fucked by her own dad, he began to massage her lips as her hips pushed against his hand. "Oh, god," she moaned as he continued to massage her pussy while sucking on her nipple. Pushing her hips up against his hand, there was no pretense anymore, the game had finally reached its climax as he continued to massage her, with her eyes tightly closed. The silence from earlier, the silence only broken by the incest films on TV and their own hearts pounding were was gone, replaced with her own soft moaning and the sucking sound of him feasting on his own daughter's breast, now switch between the left and right breast. Moving his hand from between the legs of her shorts and sliding it down her shorts, Robert was now purely going on instincts as he let his finger slide between her soaking lips, hot from her own body's heat and the juices that was a constance since about an hour ago. "Wow, she shaves," he thought to himself as his hand explored her bare flesh, her lips so soft and puffy, filled with sexual excitement and wet and lubricated with her own fuck juices as he finds her fuck-hole, seeping with the tasty nectar he'd only dreamed of one day tasting. So this was what molesting a daughter felt like. This was what incest felt like. This was what his own daughter was like in stages of sexual excitement. Thousands of times before, he'd jacked off to images of her in sexual scenarios, often fucked by men his age, or him, but to experience this life and in person, Robert thought, there wasn't anything in the world he wouldn't give for. For Jessica, she got what she wanted. She wanted to be molested, and she was being molested. She wanted him to suck on hdr nipples, and he was. And, oh, God, she thought, incest - so wrong yet so good. Her own father making her wet, making her cum, making her moan. The idea only make her much, much wetter, as her tiny fuckhole continues to drool, readying itself for him. But she was ready, she wanted it now. She wanted daddy to fuck her. She wanted to say it, like it was on TV. She wanted to moan out those lewd words. She wanted to hear herself say "Fuck me, daddy," and just the thought made her shudder in excitement. But he was in the lead, and she'd take anything he gave her at the moment. Using his middle finger, Robert glided up and down his daughter's pussy, letting the last knukcle on the side of his hand push against the hole, and as then glided it up toward her clit, now pushing out against its hood, he spread around her juices, stroking her clit with her own juices all the while continuing to suck on her breasts. "Oh, my God, oh my God, oh my God," she continue to whisper at a slow, off-beat interval each time he rubbed her clit, her nostrils flaring at his sucking of her nipples, her hands grabbing onto the couch as if she didn't, she would fall off the couch. Then it happened. With one finger, the middle one, Robert found his daughter's entrance, and knowing that it was already well lubricated with her juices, pushed in, only half an inch, feeling her tight hole opening to receive his finger and then wrapping around it like a vaccume. Her juices coat his finger and as he continued to push it, she let out a moan, a sound he'd never heard from her before, at least not in this context. So, this was what it was like when she moaned, that was what she sounded like, as a deep moan escaped her throat in response to his pushing his finger deeping inside her. And yes, the tight softness of her pussy was what it'd felt like. This was what it felt like his own Jessica's pussy. For Robert, many of the world's wonders were answered. "Oh, fuck," she whispered, dragging out the word he'd never heard her say before, as he pushes his finger deeper side her, taking time now to focus on her pussy, fingering it with care as he took a break from sucking on her tits and looked at her beautiful, contorted face, full of sexual ecstasy. "OH, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME," the girl on TV screamed as her "father" entered her from behind, driving his cock deep into her pussy, as Robert continued to finger his daughter. The sounds of Jessica's own moaning and the "daughter's" moaning on TV are now almost the same in cadance, and Robert adjusted the speed of his finger's thrust in accordance with the man's thrusting of his cock on TV. Together, they somehow combined. Jessica's own moans, and the "daughter's" begging to be fucked harder, became music to Robert's ears as the wet sound of his hand slapping against his own daughter's pussy and the slapping of flesh on TV also combined. "Oh, fuck, daddy!" a whisper came, and it took a second between Robert could make out that it was his own daughter's moan, confirming that she wanted it, too, and was also enjoying it. How he wanted to hear his own daughter talk dirty, asked to be fucked, announcing she's going to cum, and begging to be fucked even harder, Robert thought, but first thing first. She cums first. That was always the rule. "Oh, dad! Oh, fuck! Oh, daddy" she continued, words she'd never said before escaped her throats as Jessica rode her dad's finger, inching closer and closer to orgasm. Increasingly, her whispers and moans became louder, her chest flushed and her closed eyes now oepned and rolled back, readying herself for the first incestuous orgasm, and still expecting more after the first one. "Tell me what you want, baby," Robert commanded - or more like pleaded as he continued to finger her, rubbing his thumb against her clit while doing so, as juices soaked his own hand and the shorts Jessica still had on. He wanted to take her panties off, to examine her little hole, one he'd dreamed of pushing his cock in for so long. He wanted to see the pink pouty lips, and the tiny clit pushing out, as if still shy from all the excitement. So sexy Jessica felt that she said it without thinking. Was it impulse, or did she always want to say it? Was it in reaction to what they'd seen on TV, or was this her own idea? Whatever it was, the words escaped from her mouth, and even if she wanted to take it back, there was no way of doing it, as they echoed in the room, in both her ears and his. "Oh, make me cum, daddy!" she practically moaned excitedly, in her high-pitched voice, excited lust, not caring if the world could hear her. "So ... close, make me cum. Make me cum. Make me cum," she begged and pleaded, lost in her own orgasmic delerium as he fingered her faster, and her pushing down toward his finger to meet every thrust, with each one sending her ever closer to the stage of incestuous heaven few - if none of her girlfriends, have ever had the pleasure of experiencing. Robert complied. Hearing his daughter beg to be fingered, to cum, only excited him more, as he increased the speed with which he is finger his daughter's pussy, rotating his finger with each thrust, yet daring only to use one as her tight fuck-hole wrapped its muscles all around him. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck," she softly groaned, changing the pitch of her voice. "Oh, daddy, daddy, daddy," she whispered each time he pushed his finger deep in side of her, barely daring to thrust too much for she was about to cum, feeling at the pit of her stomach the thousands of pounds of orgasmic weigh waiting to be released. Then, it just broke. All the sudden, it went dark. "Oh, God, I am cumming," she abruptly announced, pushing her body against his thrusting finger and ignoring the moanings of the girl on TV as she pushed her head against his stomach. She felt her explosion from within wih little warning as her whole body convulsed, and just for a second, it went limp, closing her eyes Jessica clenched every muscle of her body as she pushed down on her father's finger. "OOOOOOOOoooohhhhhhhh, Ughhhhhhhhh!" she groaned as the orgasm hit her from out of nowhere. Robert was in shock at how easily she'd cum, after just mere minutes of manipulating his own daughter's pussy with his fingers, yet part of him celebrated a minor victory that he'd make her cum. What he did not expect, however, was how violent she'd cum, and her juices squirted against his fingers - hot, sticky cum shooting out of her body as her muscles contracted at his touch, clenching against his fingers while her clit throbbed, the bones on her neck turned flush red as she groaned again and again. She'd felt it building up, inching her ever closer to the sexual explosion induced by her own daughter, but in her 18 years, Jessica had never felt like she did, as her cuntal muscles contracted, her body convulsed, and for what seemed like an eternity, she is surrounded by pitch darkness in the climax of their incestuous encounter. Laying there, and breathing deep and exhaling, she marveled at the screen as the "father" and "daughter" on the screen kissed, after, much like in other porn movies, he'd squirted all over her face. Marvelling at his daughter's reaction to orgasm - an orgasm so different than that of her mother - an orgasm violent and explosive, yet erotic and ...sweet, Robert turned down to kiss her, his hand soaked with the sticky, wet substance, still hot from just having left his daughter's body, that also covered and soaked the front of her shorts. Touching His Daughter They close their eyes, and just for a moment, enjoyed the sweet post-orgasm kiss - her orgasm, and he knew, just in moments, he would get his own. Their peace, however, would be short. The darkness of the room and soft moans of another "father" and "daughter" on television was interrupted by bright headlights and the sound of his wife - his own daughter's - the daughter to whom he'd just given a one-in-a-life-time orgasm, coming home. Quickly they both broke the kiss and jumped off the couch as reality hit. "Oh, my God, mom!" she announced in panic and she ran to her room, leaving him to fend for himself. Quickly, he rushed to the bathroom and washed his hands, hoping, praying that his daughter's smell, her teenage fuck fragance, the smell of her own pussy juices - his own daughter's juices, released out of horniness and the desire to be fucked by her own father, would subside by the time she came in the living room. Touching Mom A thought crossed William’s mind; “she probably masturbates more than I do.” He’d had his suspicions before they moved into the small apartment; the common wall their bedrooms shared confirmed it. In fact, Megan did masturbate more than her son did-lots more. Megan’s self-pleasuring began after she ‘gave up’ men. A series of unfortunate choices, and a serious lover who turned out to have ‘other commitments’ when he found out she was pregnant, left her to fend for herself. She worried about her son Billy, but Megan did the best she could to fill the void left by the absence of a father. She was athletic and taught him soccer and baseball. She enrolled him at the Yoga school she attended. At least the inheritance from her mother left them enough so that she only had to work two days a week; she had time to spend with her son. Billy was a quiet, withdrawn boy who never called attention to himself except by his good looks. His sexual awakening came at the yoga school. His class ended twenty minutes before his mother’s and he often sat at the back of the room…watching…twelve women, mostly between thirty and forty, stretching their bodies into advanced positions…holding…extending…spreading. He had his first orgasm at eleven, looking at his mother’s yoga book and thinking about Betty, a forty-year-old busty classmate of his mother. By the time he was sixteen it was hard for Megan to get anything more than a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answer from him. He was shy but even more so around his mother. ‘Embarrassed’ is probably more the word because although he had fastened his fantasies on different women over the years, at sixteen he came to the one he never expected to get to. Billy was idly watching his mother doing some stretches at home and she wore a new leotard that was lower cut than most. She was in the ‘Cobra’ position and he looked at her breasts sticking out as if it was the first time he had seen them. He watched her do the ‘Bridge’ with her pelvis beckoning to him. ‘Cat-Cow-Cat-Cow’…on her hands and knees…arching her back up and down…slowly…as if…as if… He went to his room and his young cock was raging. In his mind she no longer wore the leotard…she moved, but no longer alone…he touched her…she touched him…and he came and came. After that night only one woman filled his cum-soaked fantasies. For two years it wouldn’t let up on him because in their new apartment he began hearing her noises through the walls: noises of her little squeals, her humming toys, her muffled moans. He waited to hear them every night…every morning…and he always did. Megan tried to get Billy to be more communicative and open with her but despite her efforts he remained isolated. Just before his eighteenth birthday, Megan went back to her old neighborhood for a visit with her old friend Rhonda. After both told each other how much they were missed, Megan mentioned her concerns about Billy. Megan always loved Rhonda’s outspoken, outrageous ways but even she wasn’t ready for what came next. “Honey,” Rhonda said, “the only way to control any man is with sex, and sweetie, you’ve got the body to do it with…where did you get those genes from? The two of you are better looking than…” Megan pulled her head back and said, “What ARE you talking about?” “Listen Meg, I’ve told a lot of people a lot of things but I never told anyone what I’m about to tell you. I’ve got a few years on you and I learned…listen, do you remember the problems I had with my Tommy when he was about eighteen?” “Sure I remember, he was arrested with that group that broke into Sadler’s…but he never got in trouble after that.” “That’s right, he never got in trouble because I made sure of it…he was getting something at home he didn’t want to lose…look honey…let’s just leave it at that.” “Rhonda, are you crazy? You tell me you…did that and then expect me…” “All I’m saying is that if you want to stay in control…” “But it’s not the same…anyway I wouldn’t manipulate Billy…” “Hey sweetie…it wasn’t like that…we both had fun…and anyway where have you been getting yours from?” “Let’s not go there…I’ve gone out with too many losers and guys that want to go to bed before dinner on the first date…and I don’t know…you could get killed…between the weirdos and the diseases…I’ve just about given up.” “Well I hope you haven’t given up “Buzz” and “Big ‘D’ also.” Megan laughed. “No, I’ve got army of those guys in my drawer.” The conversation was disturbing and left its mark, not because Megan could ever consider ‘using’ sex on her son but because the thought of having sex with her son surprisingly didn’t put her off. It was quite the opposite; it turned the thirty-eight year old mother on. Over time, Billy became a leading character in her fantasies. She was thinking about him when he saw her do it. Of course he didn’t know what she was thinking, he only knew what he saw. He thought that she didn’t know he was home…and later he thought she did. He was in his darkened bedroom almost asleep and could see her through the center of the French doors that were opened two or three inches. She sat in the chair reading. He recognized the noises as they began but at first he was surprised. He knew she was only reading a biography she had borrowed from the library. Her thoughts were obviously no longer connected to the book. Her dress was pulled up and her hand was over her panties. Her legs were opened and her eyes were closed. Billie moved as close as he dared to the opening and watched as Megan put her hand under the filmy powder blue material and writhed to the stimulation of her own fingering. She came with three or four high-pitched whimpers and her son had enough grist for months at his mill. Ironically it was she who inadvertently caught him. She walked into the room…and saw him lying fully dressed on the bed…with his fingers circling his exposed thickened cock. “Oh Billy I’m so sorry…I didn’t know…” He covered himself and turned away. She thought he was embarrassed and tried to put him at ease. “Honey…there’s nothing wrong with doing that…it’s normal…everybody…” When he didn’t respond, she went on. “…Even your momma does it sometimes.” He knew better…even his momma did it all the time. Megan was so stimulated by the sight of her son’s thick cock that she kept saying more than she expected to in an effort to get him to open up to her. “Baby I know that it feels so good and you can think about anything and anyone because it’s only a fantasy…I do…I think about things… and sometimes I think about…you…” She stopped when she realized how far she’d gone. He looked up in surprise at his mother and was encouraged to tell her the truth. “Mom…do you know something…I think about you…all the time…I think about touching you and…you know…?” “Yes…I know honey…I know. You don’t have to be ashamed…I understand baby…you can tell me…please tell me…I want to know.” As he described his fantasies about her, she closed her eyes, his soft voice was hypnotic and her hand crept toward her pussy. “I think about your beautiful legs and what it would be like to run my hand up to your thighs and up to…between your legs. I…I think about your tits and what it would be like to hold them…and suck on your nipples…” Megan cupped her breast and ran a finger back and forth over the tip, as she pressed harder over her pussy. Billy hesitated as he watched his mother’s hands on her body. He could hardly hear her whisper, “Tell me what else you do Billy…tell me.” There was anxiety in his voice when he said, “Mom I…have sex with you…I mean I make love to you.” “It’s okay Billy…it’s only a fantasy…I have them too…and in mine…you’re the one I’m with…and you…do it…” His cock strained and he couldn’t help touching it. “Oh Billy…it feels good to say it…” She saw him rubbing himself and said, “I like watching you do that.” He looked at her and said, “I like looking at you too mom.” “Then take off your clothes baby.” As Billy unbuckled his jeans she began unbuttoning her blouse. He gazed open-mouthed as his mother slowly stripped before him. His hands almost went involuntarily to her breasts as her bra came off but he stopped himself. Despite being closer to forty than to thirty, her breasts still had enough jut off her chest to look surprisingly larger than they did in her clothes. His eyes stayed glued to the silver dollar nipples that graced the ends of his mother’s tits. She smiled at his stare and said, “Come baby and sit half-lotus with me.” He thought he would come as his briefs slid across his cock when he took them off…looking at his mother’s pussy…so close for the first time. On the bed they sat facing each other. “Now touch yourself,” Megan said as her hand reached between her own legs. She became a bit embarrassed and lowered her eyes from her son’s but she was content to watch his young cock grow even longer and thicker as he stroked it while his gaze shifted from her breasts to between her legs. Sitting that close and hearing the pace of their breathing increase Billy said, “Mom, if I sit like this…I’ll come on you.” “I know Billy,” she said, it’s okay…I want you to.” He watched the slippery folds between her fingers and the appearance of her swollen clit…he watched the movement of her tits as she rubbed herself below…he looked at the body he longed to possess and when could no longer wait to come, he furiously jerked himself until the first volley of hot cum shot across to his mother’s belly. He closed his eyes and threw his head back from the intensity but it didn’t stop him from hearing his mother’s orgasmic staccato of “OH-OH-OH…oh…oh…oh…oh...” The excitement of their mutual experience found them in almost identical positions only a few hours later. All Billy had to say was, “Mom…can we…?” She let him touch her. In one hand he fondled her creamy breast and with the other he rubbed himself slowly as she watched and touched herself. Her tit overflowed through his hand and the nipple stretched with the pressure of his touch. His mother’s tit was in his hand and his cock raged at the thought. He loved the weight of it and the creamy color and the fine veins that were barely visible. He leaned over and let his tongue slowly slide around the slight bumps around her nipple. He then drew in as much of his mother’s soft tit as he could and sucked on it for a long time. The sensations of her son’s mouth drawing on her nipple took her back and she closed her eyes and stoked his hair as his mouth and tongue did their work. Her pussy ached and she attended to it. Even after they both came, the word ‘incest’ still hadn’t crossed her mind…after all…they were only masturbating. Billy and Megan fell in love. For Billy, the dam had burst. He made up for all the quiet years by telling her everything that made him who he was and she let know her desires and her heart. She had always loved her son and he had always loved his mother but over the next six months the intimacy they shared brought them as close as any lovers without actually making love. What they had done was spend every moment together holding, touching, sharing, and kissing, lots of kissing. After spending hours in long embraces, days making out and months of mutual masturbation, the specter of complete fulfillment loomed over them. Billy pushed for it but Megan resisted. He told his mother how much he wanted her but she responded time and again with, “I don’t think we’re ready Billy…it’s incest…let’s just love each other this way.” For a while Billy was content to kiss her whenever he wanted to; she let him stroke her over her clothes when they kissed. Once, when she wore a short skirt, he slipped his hand down her back and after lifting the skirt managed to get his hand under her panties. He had never felt anything so smooth as he gently stroked over the mounds of his mother’s ass. She acquiesced with soft moans into his mouth. With each new sensation he wanted more…more than his mother was willing to give. There was one exception…the night he went to bed without holding her…or touching her…or kissing her. Megan knew he was upset because she wouldn’t accede to his wishes…wishes that burned as desires for her too. She went into the dark room when it was late and wordlessly bent over her drowsy son. She took his cock into her mouth and began sucking on it. His eyes remained closed as his mother took as much as she could to the back of her throat before drawing back and forth on the hardened meat. She cupped him in her hand and massaged as her tongue and lips did their work. She sampled a droplet of his juice for the first time as some of his pre-cum oozed from his tip onto her tongue. The taste was pleasing to her; everything about having her son’s cock in her mouth was pleasing to her. Megan felt her son reach into her loose nightgown across her hanging breast. With two fingers he delicately rubbed and pulled on the soft puffy nipple until the tip firmed and then became rigid. As lines of electricity went through her belly to the pussy that ached for her son’s cock, she became alarmed at what she was doing. She wanted it too much…she wanted his cock in her mouth too much for it to be wrong…she wanted it because she could feel how much pleasure she was giving to him. She searched her reason. She told herself it would be okay if she didn’t let him come in her mouth. She didn’t. So Megan sucked on her son’s pulsing cock until she heard the unmistakable sounds of him about to come. She took the glistening rod in her hand and stroked it the way she’d seen him do, slipping her fist up and down and over the top of the head. He moaned and involuntarily pressed his fingers together over her nipple. The powerful ejaculation may not have ended up in her mouth but it did land everywhere else. She kissed his forehead and left. An hour later as Megan was about to shut the lamp by her bed when Billy came in without knocking. He was agitated. “Mom I can’t do this anymore…I need you…not just any woman…you…I need to have you mom…do you understand? I need to be in you and love you and I need you to want me to… … how could you do this…I thought we…why don’t you understand?” He calmed and finally he said, “Mom…it hurts me that you don’t want me…that you don’t want me in you…don’t you love me?” “Oh Billy, that’s just it…I do love you and of course I want you…when I tell you all those things…I do want them…I want to feel you inside me…more than anything…but…I’m afraid. Even though I love what we do together, sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and think…how could a mother want her son like that? And another thing is…I’m afraid if we do have sex you’ll stop loving me…I don’t even know why…maybe I’m afraid you couldn’t love a woman who would sleep with her own son…maybe I think that for men it becomes just sex…and then I’ll just be someone you…fuck…oh Billy, I couldn’t stand that.” “Mom…mom…” he shook his head and took her into his arms, “I love you so much…and I’m never going to stop for any reason…mom, I’m not just another guy…I’m your son and this is going to be just another way to love you…for a long, long, time.” Her concerns slowly evaporated in his embrace. It wasn’t what he said as much as hearing the words and getting it out in the open. “Yes Billy…make love to me…we do know what we’re doing…don’t we love? We know what it is…it’s love…I don’t care anymore what anybody thinks or calls it… it’s what we both need…don’t we love?” The look on Billy’s face gave her the answer and when he pulled his briefs down she saw the noticeable bulge transformed into an erect mass that she knew would soon be inside her. The excited mother could hardly take her eyes from her son’s hard cock. On the bed, Megan opened her legs for her Billy to enter her…she expected him to quickly penetrate her and was surprised when he didn’t. He had waited so long, and yet somehow, he wanted to stretch the moment. He kissed his mother long and hard; he talked lovingly to her telling her that it was only her that he wanted. He told her until she thought she would burst and he touched her until she thought she would come. Finally her legs were on her son’s shoulders and his cock was poised in front of her pussy. The swollen knob was inches from her humid center and as he pressed forward she could feel the stretch and feel herself opening to let her son finally fuck her. Billy couldn’t believe that after all the years of fantasy that his mother’s legs were opened for him. He couldn’t believe that her pussy was opened for him. He couldn’t believe he was about to fuck his mother. As the first penetration slid past the wet lips and his cock moved into satin of his mother’s center, her voice sang, “Yes Billy…yes…love me…take me…” and he became a believer. As he moved slowly into her, he felt her around every inch of his long shaft. Her sheath caressed his cock in the warm wet confines. His cock found it’s way deep in his mother’s belly seeking to be completely enveloped. She pulled him down on her and kissed him deeply. It was transforming to have her son’s cock filling the pussy that had been waiting for him. She sighed in relief as his cock filled her and she responded with movements that didn’t seem to be of her own volition. Her hips gyrated and her body meshed with his. They kissed deeply and longingly; they ate each other’s mouth. His tongue was his cock to her and her pussy was so much better than his hand to him…better than her hand…better than anything. She could feel by the way his cock moved in her that it was more than sex that he wanted…he wanted her…he devoured her. And then it didn’t matter anymore what anyone thought…it didn’t matter what anyone called it…they were mother and son…they were making love…and they took comfort in the acceptance of each other. Billy’s first slow, even, entries into his mother’s receptive pussy soon became insistent. Megan’s languid gyrations became bucking and high arching. Mother and son’s tender lovemaking became ferocious fucking. Her son’s cock felt so good…she wanted it inside her forever…until she approached orgasm. Then she wanted to come…hard and quick all over the big cock that filled her. Her nails went into him almost as hard and deep as he was into her. As he split and invaded his mother’s taboo opening with relentless thrusts, they both began to come. Billy felt as if his mother was milking his cock with her pussy. He cupped a breast and sucked hungrily as he continued fucking the woman who had given him life and now gave life again. She took her son’s cock into herself as if it were her completing part. He told her over and over that she was everything to him. She was overwhelmed with emotion…he loved her and he was bringing her so much pleasure. She stroked his ass and her orgasm approach. At that moment she loved him more than she thought she could stand and she wanted nothing more than for her son to come with her and in her. Megan let out a long moan as she crested and said, “Ohhhhh love…I’m coming…I’m coming…come baby…come in me …come in me…come in momma’s pussy…” The first jolt brought a big smile to her face. “Yes baby…yes…yes…yes…” Each discharge of hot cum increased their efforts until they were both thrusting with chaotic abandon. When he finally slowed, Megan wrapped her legs around him and locking her ankles, drew the still hard cock to a place that set off her final spasm of pleasure. She put her arms around her son’s neck and kissed him in between exhausted, satisfying exhales. The quiet pleasure of the moment they spent in each other’s arms after coming was pure white. Soon Billy’s conscious attention returned and he felt his mother’s moist skin all over his own. He felt the swell of her breasts, the shape of her legs, and the smell of her wet sex. He felt her touching him and it told him that she wasn’t sorry about what she had let him do. Touching Mom Megan’s hand that was idly caressing her son’s body soon came across his hardening cock. “Oh my gosh” she said, do you want your momma again?” She wasn’t disappointed by her son’s response. She kissed his cock to stiff attention and said, “I’m so happy baby…aren’t you? Making love with you is so good. Baby…is there anything I’m not doing that would make you happy? William hesitated for a fraction of a second said, “Uh…no mom, everything is great.” His momentary hesitation told her instincts that he wasn’t telling her something. “Just tell me baby…tell me…I’ll do it for you…whatever it is…I’ll do it for you.” He had trouble saying the words and so he reached behind her as she sat on her haunches and laid his hand under her waist and slid it down over the fleshy globe. “Oh Billy…sweetheart…you want me there…is that it…you want to put your cock in mommy’s ass?” “Yes mom…that’s what I want...I’ve never done it that way…and I want it…to be you.” Megan’s surprised look turned to a smile and she began breathing hard. She said, “I also want it to be me.” She was pleased that her son wanted her to be the first woman he ever took that way and she was more pleased that he would be her first. She took some of the lubricant she used when she inserted her toys and put it on her son’s fingers. “You put it on me honey.” His fingers trembled as his mother turned her ass to him and opened her knees. He pulled one of the meaty globes aside as he massaged the jelly across her puckered hole. With two fingers he pushed some of it in. “Ooh that feels so nice and cool baby…now put some of it on you.” He obediently rubbed the remaining goo onto his straining dick and waited. Even though she had never been penetrated anally, Megan closed her eyes and bravely opened her legs wider in expectation of his entry. Her heart was beating in her ears and throat and for a long moment she thought about what it would feel like. She didn’t know whether to expect creamy pleasure or searing pain but she would go through it for her son, no matter which. Somewhere in her distracted musings she sensed his hesitation for her sake. “It’s okay honey,” she told him. “I want you to…put it in me…put your cock in mommy’s ass.” He put the thick knob against his mother’s asshole and pushed. In a mixed gasp and intake of air she cried out as half his cock went into her. He stopped in alarm and then she gathered herself. “I’m okay baby…just do it more slowly to start with. He eased more of his cock into her as she began her litany. “Yes…that’s good sweetheart…nice and slow…in mommy’s ass…oh yes…that’s it…it’s good baby…like that…yes…in and out…deeper and deeper…until my Billy’s…whole…cock…is in…in…mommy’s… ass…” Billy stroked slowly…pulling out to the tip and them pushing in to the hilt. With each insertion his mother’s sounds became more musical…longer and longer decrescendos “Ahhh…Ahhhh…Ahhhhhh…” His hot, hard, shaft felt wonderful in her ass. He pulled out completely and watched his mother’s hole slowly close before he would open it again with the shiny helmet of his cock…stretching her rosette…stretching her small channel to accept the fullness of her son’s cock. Megan’s moans and sighs became almost indistinguishable from her words. “Mmmm this what you want isn’t it…Ohhh…to fuck your mommy…fuck her everyplace…Mmmm…in every hole…yes baby…baby…baby… just like I imagined with my fingers in me…yeah…yeah…do it to me everywhere…all the time…fuck me…” He accelerated with her and said, “Yes mom this is where I want to be…inside you…inside your ass…fucking you like I’ve dreamed of fucking you for so long…watching my cock pushing in and out of your asshole…Oh mom, I knew I would do this one day...I knew…did you know mom…did you know we would do this?” “Yes love…I knew it…after I tasted you in my mouth I knew I had to have you…in me…in my pussy…even in my ass…it’s so big in there baby…I didn’t know if…oh Billy your cock is so hot in there…nobody ever did this to me…you’re so deep in my ass…and it’s so good…my baby in my ass…so good…baby…baby…baby…” Each of his mother’s words now brought a thrust of his cock into her forbidden hole and each thrust brought a sweet moan out of her mouth. He heard the increase in her tempo with each entry of the long cock through her tight ring and recognized it as the pattern she used when she masturbated herself to orgasm. Each moan got louder as his stiff cock found its way deeper into her. He stopped watching and sank his cock as far as it would go into his mother’s ass. His throbbing cock went deeper, faster, and but this time she didn’t cry out…she moaned and kept talking to him and taking him in as the excitement and heat built. She reached down and massaged her pussy and clit the way she had done every day before he had started taking care of her but the new feelings of her son’s cock riding in and out along the walls of the tight channel in her ass elicited fresh lustful panting. She was at another level and the intensity couldn’t last. Neither could he. In the end there were very few words from either of them. The young man was so deep in his mother’s ass it surprised both of them. When she felt his leathery sack slap against her flesh all she could do was moan and with his final exertion all he could do was groan. Finally the cacophony of noises was broken as Billy felt the inevitability of his release into the depths between the globes that his cock was filling. Billy opened his eyes to look once more at his cock as it disappeared between the beautiful creamy mounds of his mother’s ass before he started yelling, “Mom…mom…mom…I’m coming…I can’t…oh mom…mom…maaa….” As shots of her son’s hot cum filled her ass, Megan started her climax. When she masturbated, she could come softly and quietly but as her son fucked her that way, restraint wasn’t possible. Megan cried out uncontrollably as her orgasm hit and then again as the surprising second one overtook her. As Billy released, she could feel the love in his satisfaction. He filled his mother’s ass with cum and the soothing warmth was a balm for her: for the ache from his big cock, and the ache of wanting to be filled that way. When their passions were spent, they held each other and fell asleep among gentle kisses. In the morning, Megan was up before Billy. He was still sleeping and she watched him for a while. When he turned onto his side, she saw the morning hard-on and was stirred by it. She did what she would later do on many mornings. She took her son into her mouth and gently let her tongue roam over the warm flesh. He stirred with a little stretching of his body and she felt his cock spring in her mouth. His reality entered his dream as his mother sucked him toward satisfaction. He was almost there when he opened his eyes and saw his mother’s hands and mouth on his stiffness. He smiled at her and stroked her hair as she began bobbing up and down on the long rod. He sounded a drawn out “Ohhh…” as his body now stretched completely with the first explosive spurt of his orgasm. The flow of cum into her mouth was more than she expected that first time but she experienced his pleasure with him and so she attempted to keep sucking on him as long as he came. When he caught his breath after coming for the first time in his mother’s mouth, he told her, “Mom…you are amazing… that was amazing…” If practice makes perfect then they practically achieved perfection in that first week. No sooner did he have her than he wanted her again. For the first two days he wouldn’t let her go to work and they never left the house. He learned her body and he learned her heart and he took her until she was ecstatically sore. Megan was overwhelmed by the ferocity of her ‘quiet’ son’s desire. They say, “Joy that is shared is joy that is multiplied.” The only one that Megan would dare share her joy with was Rhonda. In her first conversation with Rhonda, Megan danced around what she had done and with whom but Rhonda was tuned to what Megan didn’t say. “Is he any good Meg?” “Who…Rhonda I never said I…oh damn…yes…he is so good for me…Rhonda…I didn’t tell Billy but not even…well nobody made me feel like this…I don’t know what it is…he fills me and…he fits me…I just keep coming and coming…I want him all the time and I’m doing things I never dreamed…Oh God listen to me I’m going on like I’m a new bride…but that’s how I feel Rhonda…like everything is new… because of how Billy…loves me.” Megan did feel like a Bride to her Billy. It was as if she had she had wiped her memory of any life before the one she now shared with her son. She felt as if she were his bride because she had given him her anal virginity. She felt as if she were his bride because she would carry his child if he asked her to and she felt as if she were was bride because she wanted him…all the time. Each night she opened her mouth and her legs and her ass to her son waiting for the rippling pleasures of her orgasms as he came in her. Rhonda enjoyed Megan’s descriptions almost as much as Megan did. “I remember what it was like with my Tommy…that first flush and then all that fucking for months…I miss it Meg, I really do.” Megan said, “What happened Rhonda…I mean…if you don’t want to talk about it it’s okay.” “Oh honey…you know… he started with other women…I was there when he wanted me and you know what happens…maybe I was too easy…finally he met Karen…she’s a sweetheart and I don’t think she knows what she’s in for…can you believe he came to me two days before he got married and tried to get a “final fling” as he called it? I told him ‘No way’ and tried to get him to understand what he was doing but I don’t know…men…I sure as hell don’t understand them.” Megan’s conversations with Rhonda left her excited but wary. She couldn’t help wondering if her affair with Billy would mirror Rhonda’s with her son. As time went on and the flush of the first few weeks turned into months, she worried more. And yet she couldn’t detect anything from Billy but love and desire. They were both voracious; they fucked every chance they got. Megan felt like a kid again and was ready every time her Billy wanted her. There were nights the inflamed membranes of her small opening turned pink and raw with the number of times her son wanted her but she always welcomed any expressions of his desire for her. At times her unreasonable fears mounted and she would ‘test’ him. Getting up late one morning she knew he would have to rush to get to work. She put on her nylons and heels and nothing else. She then sat before the mirror putting on her makeup hoping to provoke him. He only laughed and said, “Mom, are you trying to get me crazy?” He brought his cock to her mouth and within minutes he spewed his creamy seed down her throat. If she tried to ‘let him off’ when he came home late by telling him it was okay if he was too tired to make love, he took her until she was sore. Finally Megan talked to her son about her fears. As she sat naked in bed, waiting for him to join her, Megan said; “Billy honey…when we first started I thought to myself, ‘how can I be doing this with my son?’ But I knew even then that it was exactly what I wanted…to be yours…to please you… to give you what you need even if it meant letting you do what I never thought of any man doing to me…because it was what I needed too Billy…to have you in me…here...” She covered her pussy with her hand and rubbed. “…And to have you in me everywhere. I knew it would be terrible for me if you would want someone else but I thought that it was inevitable …you’re so young…” She smiled sadly at him, “How long could an old lady keep you happy? But now baby…Oh God… I couldn’t stand it.” She reached out and took his cock, wrapping it into her fist. “Please tell me this is for me…only for me…I don’t want you to want anybody else…I don’t want you to…fuck anybody else.” Her eyes were wide and sparkling. Billy put a caring hand on his mother’s burning cheeks. “Mom…it’s only for you…I don’t want anybody else…you have to know that…this is what I want.” He strongly grasped her two breasts and then let them go. This is what I want. He reached between his mother’s legs and firmly held her pussy. “And this mom…this is what I want.” He slid his hand under her ass and managed to put his finger into her. She closed her eyes and responded immediately as his probing finger moved inside her small channel. “Yes Billy they’re for you and I promise you…I’ll never refuse you… anything…anytime…just tell me…just tell me…just tell me.” He tasted a salty tear as he kissed her mouth and prepared to enter her. As her took her he felt her complete surrender. “I belong to you Billy don’t I…momma belongs to you…don’t I baby?” “Yes mom you’re mine…all of you belongs to me.” He held his mother’s legs opened as wide as he could and quickly entered the wet opening. She felt every inch of her son’s cock penetrating her. She loved her vulnerability to him. She knew he would soon take her mouth or her ass as he often did and she loved being subject to his sexual whim. He went to her mouth after a while and filled it with the throbbing flesh that was sticky with the taste of her. Megan cupped him and sucked him almost manically in her excitement. She knew he wouldn’t come in her mouth yet because he wasn’t through with her. He pulled the cock that was shiny with saliva out of his mother’s mouth and went back to her pussy. He sank the long sword into her up to the hilt. He fucked her at various paces and she almost came a few times but he knew his mother. He knew how to keep her at the edge, at the precipice of the satisfaction she knew would come only after building to the point where she could almost scream to him to let her finish. Finally Billy lifted his mother to a seated position on him and she had a measure of control. As she gyrated her hips on the stiff rod that filled her pussy, he grasped his mother’s ass in both hands and drew her fully onto the length of his cock. She felt a liquid release and cried out as he contacted the depths of her. “Oh God…yes…yes…oh Billy…Billy…Billy…” Her arms wrapped him in a crushing grip as their cum mingled. The gratified mother told her son told her that he was all she could ever want and he called her his “sweet lover…sweet mother…sweet bride.” Their lives had taken an unalterable new path. They had gone past lovemaking, fucking, and even incest…they were joined. They were happy…for a minute. At least that was the way it seemed to Megan. She had given herself to her son in a way few women do with their husbands or lovers and at first he had enveloped her in love; he had lavished her with caring, affection and sex. With her accessibility to him, Billy assumed that Megan would always be there - no matter what he did, said, or didn’t say. Within a year his caring had shifted focus from his mother to himself. The affection he showed her only manifested itself sometimes during sex. He still liked fucking her but he now saw her as too demanding. To him she was always bothering him to tell her how much he loved her and needed her. To her, what she had feared from the beginning had come to pass; she was just a fuck to him. Megan started to get back at him by withholding anal sex. She told him it hurt too much. He knew it didn’t. She thought that it might get him to change. It didn’t. He started looking elsewhere. He was aware that Rhonda knew about them and he’d always found her attractive. He figured he would visit her on the pretense of talking about his ‘problem’ with his mother but more to see what might happen. Megan had told Rhonda too much…too much about what a good lover he was…what he made her do…what he made her feel. Months of confidences had whetted Rhonda’s appetites and memories of sex with her own son were re-kindled. The extra years wore well on Rhonda and she looked no older than Billy’s mom. Her body was inviting and she didn’t try to hide it. He didn’t fail to notice. It wasn’t an hour before the length of her thigh and leg was against his on the sofa…her nylons making that sound against one another…her perfume in the air…her heat palpable to him. She was so understanding, so sweet and so close. The foreplay was almost non-existent. Within minutes he was fucking his mother’s best friend and she was telling him that he made her feel like Tommy did when he did this…and that…in the kitchen…and in the car. He wasn’t interested in Tommy. All he wanted to do was fuck Tommy’s mom…and not in the kitchen but in the ass. Billy let her sit on him and ride for a while as he pressed and pulled at her heavy tits. It didn’t feel as good as good as when his mother was on him and he wanted to banish thoughts of her so he turned Rhonda over and attempted to enter her from behind. His cock wasn’t wet enough from her pussy but he wasn’t too concerned. Rhonda screamed at the top of her lungs. She had expected him to penetrate her pussy doggy-style and the shocking entry into her ass was excruciating. He pulled out and soothed her. She was practically crying from the pain when he asked her if she had any lubricant. She was hardly focused when she told him where to find it. He returned slathered up and put a soothing finger into Rhonda’s ass. She was saying something like, “I don’t know if…?” when he approached her again. She girded herself remembering how Megan had described coming time and again as her son had buried his cock deep into her small channel. With only a third of his big cock in her Rhonda screamed again. “No more…no more damn you…no more.” She pulled away and after composing herself, she told Billy, “This was a mistake…please don’t tell your mom…and please go.” Billy left after an off-handed apology and went home. He never told his mother about Rhonda and he didn’t have too. They were out of sync and the bond had been damaged. Megan wondered how things could get so bad, so quickly. They began living separate lives and Billy moved out. Megan called lots more than he did but most of their conversations were strained. During the first two months they spent apart, Billy went to bed with seven different women. It was the best thing that ever happened to him because he found all the affairs empty and unsatisfying. He began talking to Megan more often until they spoke every day. Their estrangement ended simply. Billy said, “I want you back.” Megan said, “Why?” Billy said, “Because all of me knows that we love each other.” He went home the same night and the song fit; love was better the second time around. Billy knew that he was where he had to be, with his mother. It would be different this time because it was about love. He was hers now. He kissed his mother and ran his hands over the body he would come to cherish. Just touching her breasts and ass over her dress felt better than anything he’d touched in the time they were apart. The sweet taste of her tongue in his mouth made him hard. Her smell made him hard. Her touch made him harder. He stripped her slowly and tasted the fragrant skin of each part of her as he exposed it. He made love to her breasts with touches and licks and sucks. His mother was ready for him before he touched her moistened pussy but he was tortuously slow and teasing with the slick folds and hood that covered her swelling clit. He quickly undressed himself and as they stood; he held her naked body against his inserting a finger in her ass as she opened her legs for the son she loved. He sat her on the edge of the bed and his turgid helmet approached her mouth. She took a halting breath as she accepted the head between her lips. She saw her son looking at her as she began sucking in his long rod. She had a moment of disquiet and said, “You would never be ashamed of me would you baby?” What he was thinking as his mother was sucking him was that it was the most beautiful sight he could imagine. He smiled at her and said, “Never mom, never.” Touching Mom Before returning the big cock to her mouth she said, “It’s so good to have you home again…where I can taste you…and love you.” Her tongue massaged the hard flesh as her lips ran up and back along the length of her son’s shaft. She was moaning softly as her desire pictured her son in all her holes. She wanted it in her pussy…she wanted it in her ass…as much as she’d ever wanted anything. So did he. Billy pulled back and lifting his mother’s legs put her on her back. He looked at the beautiful pussy and asshole as he spread her legs and couldn’t imagine how he had ever left. It seemed like forever to her since her son had been inside her pussy. Sinking the length of his cock into her wet opening felt new to both of them. It had been so long. And as good as it had felt before, it now felt better. With long even strokes his cock explored the sheath of his mother’s channel, from the pussy lips he pushed apart to the depths of her belly. After stroking her for a long time, Billy looked into Megan’s loving eyes as he fucked her. She said, “Angel…love mommy they way you used to…do it Billy…do it…” “Mom, I love you…do you really want me to?” She said, “Yes baby, yes…yes” She laid back and pulled her knees to her breasts exposing more of the asshole he so much wanted to fuck. She smiled as her son brought his hard cock to the opening. He could see that his cock was covered with her juices and cum. The big tip stretched his mother’s hole wide but got past the tight ring smoothly. With his first full insertion she said, “Oh Billy…yes…do it in my ass…in my asshole…yes…oh fuck me…fuck me…fuck your momma. Oh honey…I missed your big cock in me like this…Billy…Billy…let’s never fight like that again…what we have is too good…this is too good…isn’t it baby…isn’t it?” He felt a passion for his mother as strong as he had ever felt. The months he had spent away from her had matured him by years. “Yes mom…it’s better than anything…please forgive me …I was so stupid…please mom.” Each insertion into the depths of his mother’s ass was done with as much love as with desire, and she felt it. “Yes Billy, none of that matters anymore…this is what I need…your cock…your love…filling me…I never want you out of me…oh fuck…fuck…fuck…” His mother felt her pussy spasm and begin to spurt. She clutched at him and with a high pitched moan she came. She kept coming and he kept pumping the full length of his cock into the depths of his mother’s ass. He enjoyed watching her come as he gave her all he had; he only hoped he could hold on until she came again. As Billy slowly pulled back, his mother’s ring made a perfect circle at the back of his blood-swollen helmet. He pulled out completely to keep himself from coming and looked at the pink of her slightly opened hole. That and the wetness of her pussy inflamed him. As Megan whimpered to her young son, “Oh Billy, be in me…be in me,” he put his cock back into her ass. This time he knew he couldn’t keep from coming. He was where they both wanted him to be. No one could make her come like him. No one could love him like her. The first blast of cum set Megan off again as she felt the warm buttery fluid releasing into her ass. The synchronous movements of his mother’s hips met Billy’s fast hard thrusts. Every entry of her son into her body said, “Yes” and her every response echoed it. “Yes Billy…yes love…yes…yes…yes…” Their bodies meshed as their moans and essences mingled. The sounds of flesh on flesh filled the room. They kissed and clutched and touched each other’s heart. Her wounds began to heal as he filled and fulfilled her with soothing cum. He kissed his mother slowly and lovingly many times after they finished and she sighed. She knew they would be okay. His life and her life again became their life. Touching My Virgin Pussy I've always enjoyed masturbating. The sexual desire inside of me started showing back when I was young. Back when I was 18 and still in education, I'd sit there in my classes and my mind would wander to filthy thoughts and dark dirty sexual scenarios. If we had a male teacher for that lecture he would become the subject of my fantasies. I would look at the wrinkles around his eyes and his ageing face and imagine how it would look between my legs, with my thighs clamped tight around him. As I am now 22 years of age, I am free to explore my desires, and one I feel strongly still is that the older the man in years, the more I would find myself attracted to him. I would picture myself running my fingers through their greying hair and pushing their head down ensuring his mouth couldn't leave my young juicy pussy until I was satisfied. When I was 18 years old I was still a virgin, and no man had yet touched me. Frequently I would fantasise about being the only student in an after-lecture one on one essay discussion session. I'd imagine my educator with his strength and age coming over to me and picking me up. I'd imagine him forcing me onto his large oak desk and sliding roughly stretching apart my thighs so he could see my juicy 18-year old pussy. Imagining myself resisting, fighting him off a little until I realise finally I am too weak and cannot escape. I would want him to force me to spread my legs for him while he felt and probed my body all over. I desired his elderly hands to be paying special attention to the bare skin of my thigh showing above my long white socks. I'd imagine my pussy getting more excited as he tied me to the table with lengths of old skipping rope leaving me spread eagled, with every private part of me on show. So, I would often sit there in my lectures with my nipples hard and erect. Back then I thought them such dirty thoughts for a fresh 18-year old. If only I could go back and tell myself all the naughty dark sexual fun in store in the future. I would often cherish the opportunity to sit alone in the girls toilet between my lectures. The toilet seat closed and I would be perched on top, my knickers around my ankles as I rubbed at my excited pussy. How I treasured these infrequent moments in public when I could sliding a solitary finger up my tight and juicy hole looking for relief but still wishing it was someone else touching me. Fantasising about how good it would feel if it was the janitor's clean but rough hands probing my pussy instead of my own, or even if the hands of one of the other girls in my class. When I was in my late teens, my parents deemed me more responsible. I would have the family house to myself after my lectures and study had finished for the day. This gave me a gap from 4pm until around 6pm each week day to play in private. I often walked home aware that my panties were a little wet and sticky, and my mind was full of dark yet exciting thoughts. I'd let myself explore my fantasies, looking for the images which sent a shock of adrenaline through my body and made my nipples stiffen, keeping pussy still swollen and turned on. As I walked the 20 minutes home I would look at the older men I passed and my thoughts would get carried away, 'Oh! If only that builder would put down his spade and head over to me and pin me up against the tree and force his erection inside me.' I'd look at the old granddads and want to sit on their lap at the bus stop in my short school skirt. I'd want to wriggle my young 18 year old bum on their lap and try to make them hard underneath me. At 18 I was old enough to act on my fantasies but I was aware I shouldn't do these things as society frowned upon them. May, December romances were not favoured, but it was such a thrill to imagine sexy scenes with men so many years my senior. There was a wrinkly old man with a walking stick who lived down my road. Often when I passed his house he'd be outside trimming his immaculate front lawn he was handsome like an old regal war hero. I would always re-adjust my bra in front of him. I would move my just-fully-grown tits around inside the bra cups and tweak my nipples a little. He would always look up and smile at me when I passed. I believe he missed me when school broke up for holidays. Each evening when I arrived home I would head upstairs to my dad's study. Right at the back of a cupboard was where he stashed his porn collection. I'd found these old VHS films around the turn of my 18th birthday when I was hunting for batteries for the TV remote control and instead found at least 30 porn films, along with a wide selection of porn magazines and stories. It was like a treasure trove to me at 18, it was around the time I had first shaved my pubes on my pussy and my hormones were racing. This much nudity, this much sexuality, it excited me. I loved the rush from looking at the dirty scenes. There was always such an over whelming response from my body to this type of imagery. I just had to select a film and put one on, and I loved what I got to see. It was one night after school and I'd chosen a video about a teenage girl being seduced by her uncle while he was left to baby-sit her. Earlier that day I'd read in the self help columns of a magazine - about a girl who'd been using her toothbrush as a sex toy. It gave me inspiration. So there I was armed with my cleaned electric toothbrush - the one that vibrated side to side - sitting on the sofa with my legs spread. Watching on screen this moustached old man pull an unknown teen's panties aside and expose her pink, fresh and hairless pussy. My own cunt ached in response. I'd undone a few buttons on my shirt so that I could get to my nipples, pulling and toying with them, only recently had I noticed that when they became stiff and erect and sensitive, that it was so pleasurable when I pinched them between my fingers. I was excited to try my new toy. My skirt was pulled up around my waist and my panties lay discarded on the fool. I turned the toothbrush on, and as I lowered it towards my cunt I felt a shiver of anticipation, and then it was touching me. There was this cool smooth feel of plastic vibrating fast between my pussy lips. Within seconds my pussy was dripping wet, I could feel my juices running down between my ass cheeks. This amazing sensation taking hold of me and making me want more. These waves of pleasure rocking through my body were intense and somehow stronger than I'd ever experienced before. My pussy was puffed up and more swollen than I'd ever seen it before; I couldn't stop rubbing the toothbrush around my pussy lips and clitoris. I just hadn't expected it to be this good! I couldn't hold back as I raced towards climax, my back arched and my body truly contorted with spasms of pleasure. I had to stop and pant, and reassess. Fucking hell, that was amazing, I wanted more. I sat and focussed on the porn video, waiting for my pussy to calm down so that I could touch my naughty little cunt some more. On the TV the old uncle now had the teen bent over a table and he had managed to shove his amazingly thick penis in her tiny ass hole, stretching her to the limit. She was whimpering in what looked to be a mix of pleasure and pain as he showed her how to take a old mature man. My own pussy was still very excited, it had just about calmed down enough to let me touch it again, and I pushed two fingers deep into my pussy. I hadn't slid the toothbrush inside me so my little vagina was craving something to slide deep inside it, begging me for something wider. I had an idea and popped into the kitchen, picking up the large wooden rolling pin. It looked ominously thick, similar width to the giant cock I'd been watching on the video. I went up to my room to where I had stashed the condoms the Sexual-Heath Lady had handed out at school, and slipped a strawberry scented one onto the massive rolling pin. Back downstairs I placed myself on the large leather arm chair directly facing the TV. I hooked my legs one over each arm of the chair and brought the rolling pin up to my mouth and spat on it. I tentatively licked the strawberry condom, and then went down on the rolling pin taking as much of it into my mouth as I could fit until I gagged. All the time wishing the rolling pin was a real stiff penis between my lips. I lowered it between my thighs and felt the texture of the condom against my pussy and I slid the wooden rolling pin towards the opening of my vagina. I tried to push it into me and it would hardly move in, it was too wide to easily fit in my virgin pussy. With one hand holding the rolling pin, I used the second hand to tease at my clit and lips and rub more saliva on me to help ease the thickness of the wooden shaft inside me. My pussy felt stretched like never before as I worked the length of the rolling pin inside me - it hurt just a little. The pain was nothing compared to the exquisite pleasure of the thickness filling me up inside. I felt ready to burst with such satisfaction as I started to move the rolling pin in and out of me a little. It was such a tight fit inside me it wasn't easy to slide up and down, I was enjoying just wriggling it deep inside me. I picked up the toothbrush with my spare hand and placed it turned on buzzing right on top of my clit. I couldn't hold myself back any more and I let out a deep moan of pleasure and satisfaction as I came hard. It took very little stimulation to cum. My whole body shaking and my pussy was releasing sweet pussy cum juice which trickled down my thighs. I rested my head back against the sofa with my eyes closed feeling the last few waves of orgasm bolt through me. I heard a car door slam in the street and a jolt of reality broke through the haze of sexual pleasure. How loud had I been? With the low white-noise buzzing of the toothbrush it was easy to get carried away, what time was it? I looked up at the clock, and was startled that it was only 5 minutes to 6pm, and checked out the curtains down the street. Sure enough like clockwork my father's car was pulled up and parked in a space down the street. My Daddy himself was chatting to the neighbour who was still in his garden trimming his plants. A level of panic rose up inside me, as I raced to the TV switching the channel over and quickly pushing the eject button on the VHS player - ramming the illicit tape into my school bag. Even though I was old enough to watch the videos where I live, the thought of being caught by my father scared me. I quickly dropped the toothbrush and the pussy-juice covered rolling pin into my bag. I was hastily doing up the buttons on my skirt when I heard his key in the lock. Panicked I quickly scanned the room for anything incriminatory, anything that might indicate I had done something other than spend the afternoon watching daytime television shows. All clear, except my discarded panties. I swiftly shoved them into my bag as my dad finally swept into the house, and straight into the front room. He flopped down onto the arm chair, which, moments before, I had been pleasuring myself on. 'Evening Hunny,' He smiled, and looked me up and down. Taking in my flushed and startled expression, and the unkempt nature of my school clothes he raised an eyebrow, 'Good day' 'All right, I suppose.' I mumbled and started edging to the door for a swift exit. 'Are you sure? You look a little ruffled. Stressful day was it?' Then he pulled me over towards him in a big fatherly bear hug. As he held me my senses seemed heightened. I could feel the draft under my skirt breezing across on my bare ass cheeks. My sensitive nipples stiffened up again with the feel of his warm hard body pushed against mine in a hug. He gave me one final hard squeeze and let go of me. 'As long as you're all-right then Hun, now we don't want to have your old man worrying about you do we?' He stated. 'No Dad,' I responded automatically, trying not to meet his eye as I said it. My body felt charged in his presence in a way I can't explain and I felt a little uneasy by it all. Embarrassed by the way my body was reacting. 'I'm going to have a shower,' I said, looking for an excuse to leave. 'Can I use the power-shower in your en suite bathroom?" "If you want," He replied as I rushed past him and out of the living room and up the stairs grabbing my bag. To this day I have always wondered if my father had known, whether he could smell the scent of my pussy in the air. Touching Myself When I touch myself I lie on my back, in my bed, naked except for a blanket haphazardly upon my legs and feet. I like to feel the cool, soft sheet blow my back, ass and legs. I move my legs from side to side, enjoying the cool, silky softness against my long, tanned, lean legs as I close my eyes and imagine myself being kissed and touched by a man's rough hands. I run my hands softly and slowly down my neck, brushing away strands of my long curly brown hair. Their softness makes me shiver as I enjoy the feel of them pulling across the smooth and sensitive skin of my neck. Next, I run my fingers along my collarbone and lower across the swell of my tits. Brushing only my fingertips along my skin, I tease my skin causing my nipples to contract into tight, hard points. The cool air helps to harden my nipples, and causes me to shiver again as my body adjusts to the heat of my hands and the cold when I take them away. Taking my time, I begin to rub and squeeze my breasts under my hands, palming them fully and pushing them up and together. Taking my nipples between my fingers, I twist and pull and stroke them softly at first, then with increasing force. Each harder pull and twist causes a bolt of arousal, like lightning, to streak through my body, ending at my core, my center, between my thighs. Crossing my legs at the ankles, I push my thighs together hard, putting pressure on my clit and pussy lips. Licking my fingers, I spread my spit over my nipples, letting the cold air harden them more and more as I turn myself on. I think about swallowing cock. I think about drinking a man's cum. I fantasize about being used and abused, fucked in my mouth, pussy and ass. I think about pleasing a man, sucking him off the way he likes and I imagine sitting on his face so he can eat me out. Thinking about being touched and teased this way makes my pussy get wetter and wetter as I continue to touch my breasts. I imagine a man bringing his hot mouth down onto my nipples, sucking and lapping his tongue over me. Even more, I love the feel of a man's breath warming the skin between my breasts as he rubs his face into my chest. I like the imagine the harsh scratching of day old stubble on his face on my skin. I run my warm hands between my breasts, up and down and from side to side. Next, I bring my fingers all the way down my tight, flat stomach. Slowly and softly I trace my fingers down my ribcage and over my pelvic bones. Quickly, I bring my hands back up to my tits and squeeze my nipples hard. Keeping one hand over my nipples to rub and tug them, I finally bring my other hand down between my legs. I uncross and open my legs wide, giving me ample room to explore my hot, wet pussy. Using my pointer finger, I push my swollen clit down as I slide my finger all the way down my pussy, separating my pussy lips. Soaking wet with arousal, I use my middle and pointer fingers to finger myself, delving deeper and deeper with each thrust of my hand. I close my eyes as my hands probe my wet heat and my pussy pulls tightly on my fingers, begging for more. I add a third finger and stretch my hole open, filling myself up. I hear the wet, sucking noises as I finger fuck myself hard. Desperately, I need more. I need to be filled more with something harder and longer and thicker than my small fingers. Reaching for my toy chest, I pull out my favourite dildo with the hand that was playing with my tits and nipples. Still sliding my fingers into me, I place the dildo in my mouth, licking and sucking and getting it wet and ready to fuck me. In this moment, I imagine myself being fucked by two greedy, rough, cocks. Sometimes, I push the dildo deep into my throat, imagining the man using my mouth like his own fuck toy. I love gagging on a hard cock. Taking the dildo from my mouth, I push it between my thighs and replace my slippery fingers with its long, thick length. Then I use those wet fingers to rub and tease my clit as I slam the dildo into my pussy hard and fast. Sometimes, I pull the toy out completely to slap it hard against my clit, rubbing the soft head against my hood. Its weight and length feel so good against my pussy. I rub the entire length against my pussy before shoving it back inside me hard. Bringing my legs up in the air toward my head, I tilt my pelvis so that each thrust pushes hard and unrelenting against my g-spot, taking me closer to orgasm. Furiously fucking myself with my toy and rubbing my clit from side to side and then in tiny circles, I erupt in waves of pleasure, coming forcefully, gushing cum onto the bed beneath mem spraying my juices over my inner thighs. Trying to stay quiet so I don't wake up my roommates, I moan sideways into my pillow as I cum and writhe under my hands in pleasure. Bringing my legs back up, I fuck my pussy again and again, coming for my toy and squirting my juices all over my bed as I slam it up and deep into myself without mercy. When I begin to feel my pussy has had enough, I bring the dildo out and rub the head against my clit one last time. Next, I press the tiny button on the end, bringing the vibrator to life. Keeping it pressed up against my clit, pushing hard against me, it takes only seconds to bring myself to another mind-blowing, toe-curling clitoral orgasm. The release feels more intense and somewhat different than the orgasms I've been having from within, though both bring extreme pleasure to my body. The bliss radiates from my core, tingling in waves to my fingertips and toes, making me tremble uncontrollably as they subside. Spent and limp from fucking myself so completely, I reach lazily down to bring up the blankets over my tired body, throwing the dildo beside me in bed. Too tired to move, I fall asleep quickly, happy and satisfied. Well, satisfied for today. Maybe you could help me next time? Touching Myself You're hands aren't here, so I suppose I'll use my own. * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (8 min/mp3) * * * * * Touching Myself for Daddy For as long as I've been interested in men, I've been lustfully, dangerously, obsessively consumed with the desire to seduce my step-father. He's been a constant presence in my life since I was young, and after I moved out to start my own business last summer I haven't been able to get him out of my head. Growing up, I had always looked at him as a father figure and protector, but never without at least a hint of desire. Once I finally left the house and I was out on my own, I knew that I had to satisfy my wanting. But let me back up for a moment and introduce myself before I dive into my dirty story and scare you away. My name's Betty, and I'm 21 years old. Your typical "girl-next-door" type, I'm a little over five feet tall with curly brown hair and a figure I'm not ashamed to call "curvy." My step-father is still in his thirties, having married my mother when I was barely old enough to walk. He's held onto his youthful, muscular body incredibly well, and the touch of gray that's starting to color his hair just turns me on even more. One night last month I was out with some friends and wound up taking a taxi home, stumbling into my apartment sufficiently inebriated to make some terrible decisions. The effort I put into trying to sleep went absolutely nowhere, and I found myself sitting on my bed with a creeping feeling that I had to take control and make something happen with Daddy. His birthday was the next day and I thought maybe I'd catch him in a celebrating mood. I pulled my phone out and managed to dial his number after a few stumbling attempts. He picked up on the first ring, which struck me as strange for 1 am. "Hey, is everything okay?" Great, he's worried that I'm in danger. Great start to the seduction process, Betty. "Of course, Daddy! I just wanted to call and say happy birthday and how everything was going!" "Everything's good. Are you sure you're alright?" "Yes, Daddy. I'm alright. What are you doing?" "I just got home from going out with the boys. Your mother's out of town for the weekend, so I've pretty much enjoyed having the house to myself. What are you doing, Betty?" "I just got home too, Daddy. Are you ready for your birthday present?" "I...suppose? Should I be checking the mailbox?" "No, Daddy. Just listen." The alcohol was running away with me, and I felt like I couldn't hold back any longer. "Daddy... I'm so wet for you. I want you to fuck me so bad." Silence. He didn't say a word, and I was worried for a moment that he had hung up and gone off to tell my mom or something. "Daddy, are you there?" "I'm here, sweetie." Well, that's good. "Why don't you keep telling me what you want?" "Well, Daddy... I really want you inside me. I want you to hold me down and wrap one of your big strong hands around my throat and thrust your cock inside me over and over again." There was silence again, and I started to realize what I had just told him. I could feel myself turning beet red. "And thinking about that makes you wet?" "Yes, Daddy." "Tell me more about how wet you are." "Daddy, it feels like I'm just gushing for you. There's nothing I need more right now than to have you fuck me." "Tell me what you're wearing, Betty." "I'm wearing a short pink dress with a red bra and a red thong. And it's so wet for you, Daddy." I was probably laying it on a little thick, but I had no idea what I was doing. I heard the sound of a zipper and knew that I was turning him on. "Take off your dress for me, Betty. Get out your camera and take some pictures. I want to see this thong." I did as he asked, slipping out of my dress and posing for a set of pictures on my phone. "Okay, Daddy. I'm sending you the pictures." I keyed in his phone number and sent the pictures, crossing my fingers that he would find them arousing. There was a pause and then he was back on the line. "You look great, Betty. Now I want you to take that thong off and lay down with your legs spread. And tell me what you're doing." Okay. I can do this for him. "I'm slowly pulling down my thong, Daddy. I'm slipping it over my knees and kicking it off. Now I'm laying down on the floor with my legs spread." "Are you turned on, Betty?" "Very much so, Daddy." "Good. I want to hear you finger yourself and play with your clit until you cum for me. And don't be shy about it, either." "Daddy, I-" "Shh. No more words, Betty. I just want to hear your gasping body as you struggle for release, fantasizing about me on top of you and all the dirty things we're going to do." With an order like that, I could hardly refuse. I slowly ran a finger down my stomach, teasing myself gently as it passed through the closely trimmed hair below my waist. I experimentally touched a finger to my swelling clit, shuddering at how sensitive it was. Making the decision to continue teasing myself, I pulled it away and gently traced a path around my outer lips, doing my best to hold on and delay my pleasure. But I could hear Daddy's hot breath through the phone, and I didn't have the patience to keep wasting time. I gently pinched my inner lips together, setting the phone on the floor so I could use my other hand. I squeezed even tighter, lightly flicking a finger across the tip of my exposed clit. Almost involuntarily, my knees shuddered and tried to shut, but I kept my legs spread wide. Daddy was starting to gasp and moan, and all I wanted was to make him even more aroused. I slipped a hand gently inside my pussy, using the other one to continue massaging my clit. Rhythmically pushing two of my fingers inside, I used my thumb to pleasure my clit. With my other hand free, I unclasped my bra and roughly grabbed one of my breasts, abandoning my clit to concentrate on fingering myself. I could feel my tight pussy squeezing my three fingers as they went in and out, curling upward to caress my spot. I became more and more ferocious in my quest to cum for Daddy, feeling a rush of pleasure began to build deep within me. His voice became gruff and sensual as he demanded I climax for him. I did my best to gasp audibly as my body shook and the feeling became unbearable. "Cum for me, Betty." I couldn't have stopped if I wanted to, and my body obeyed Daddy's orders. The feeling started at the tips of my fingers as I caressed myself and it shot through every inch of my body. My legs shook and I slowly withdrew my fingers, enjoying the waves pulsing around them as my body squirmed. I felt like I was watching from outside my body, looking down on myself as I gasped and writhed on the floor. My moans and gasps were outside my control, and every feeling that rushed out of me was for Daddy's pleasure. He was moaning even louder than I was, and I held still and listened to his wonderful breath. It was heavy and hot and I wished desperately that he was on top of me as he came. But I was tortuously miles away, and I pressed the phone to my ear to capture all the sounds he made. When we had both finished, I held my breath and waited for him to speak. "How did that feel, Betty?" "It felt wonderful, Daddy. Did I do okay?" "You did great, Betty. Before you get dressed again, send me another picture." I pulled myself up to my feet and took a glance at myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess, my body was glistening with a slight sweat, and I looked completely exhausted. But I felt beautiful and I wanted to please Daddy, so I snapped a picture and sent it through. I waited for a reaction and wasn't disappointed. "Betty, do you know what I want for my birthday tomorrow?" "What do you want for your birthday, Daddy?" "I want to visit you in your new apartment. I want to see your tight little body in person, and I want to bend you over your bed and take you. I want to hear you cum while I'm on top of you, and to tie you down and do dirty, naughty things to you." I shuddered at his words, filled with anticipation at what could happen the following night. "So, I'll be there at around 7 pm." I murmured my agreement, and he wished me good night and hung up. I did my best to sleep that night, but it was barely any use. I was so excited about the things Daddy was going to do to me, I tossed and turned and decided around 3 am that I had to calm myself down if I was going to get any rest. I gently slid a hand inside the panties I wore to sleep and started to rub my clit. An orgasm had usually been enough to sustain me for the rest of the day, and I had always taken a certain pride in how simple it was to satisfy myself for extended periods of time. But something about Daddy's impending visit turned me on, even after he had helped me get myself off earlier. I was shocked at how aroused I already was, and easily pushed a fingertip back and forth on my clit until I was nearly at the brink of orgasm. I resolved to continue teasing myself but not finish until Daddy was here the following night, but this became harder and harder as my hands skillfully pushed my body to the edge. My breathing had become faster and louder, and I gasped as I pulled my hands away, doing everything I could to stop myself from wresting a climax from my tired body. I stuck them under the pillow and told myself that I wouldn't pull them back out until morning. Eventually, I was able to find sleep despite my heightened arousal. When I woke up, I concentrated on making breakfast and running errands, keeping my mind busy to stop it from concentrating on my aching clit. All I wanted to do was lay down right in the grocery store, furiously pleasing my clit and fucking myself with the fingers of my other hand. But I endured, making it home an hour before Daddy was supposed to arrive. I jumped in the shower and cleaned up, carefully shaving my pussy to make it clean and beautiful for Daddy to use. As I looked down at it as I sat in the shower, it took everything I had to keep from pleasing myself. But I had lasted so long already, what was another hour? I stood in a towel, flicking through outfits and trying to find something that would turn Daddy on. Settling on a white blouse and plaid skirt, I did everything I could to play up the idea of Daddy's little girl wanting to please him. As I was pulling my hair into pigtails, I looked down and decided to surprise him, taking off my panties and walking to the door with nothing beneath my skirt. Daddy's little girl is getting a little naughty. God, I hope he spanks me. The doorbell rang and I looked myself over one more time in the mirror. Sexy outfit, check. Schoolgirl pigtails, check. A desperate desire to please Daddy? Double check. I pulled the door open and did my best not to show my instant arousal. Daddy stood in a tight gray t-shirt that showed off his thick chest and arms. His dark jeans were sexy and stylish, and I definitely approved. After examining his body, I lifted my gaze to meet his eyes. They were as piercing as I remembered, blue with just a touch of gray. "Steely" was the best way describe his look, and it took everything I had to not tear his clothes off as he stood in the doorway. I stepped back, allowing him to walk inside. "Good to see you, Daddy." He smiled. "Good to see you too, Betty." He wasn't shy, lifting a hand to inspect the pigtails I had draped over my shoulders. "I like the hair." "Thank you, Daddy." "Why don't we sit down?" He walked past me, slipping a finger down the front of my skirt to pull me along with him. The touch of his skin against mine set something off inside me, and I was almost begging him to pull my skirt to the ground and leave me standing half-naked. But he was patient, and led me to sit down next to him on the bed. "I liked hearing your voice last night, Betty. But now I want to see it too." "You want me to touch myself for you, Daddy?" He nodded. I pulled my skirt down, kicking it off and sitting with my legs apart on the bed. I couldn't hold off if I wanted to, and his firm hand on my thigh was nothing but encouraging. I leaned back and laid a hand between my legs, gently beginning to caress my pussy. He sat and watched, and I could tell he was enjoying himself as I set a finger on my clit and began to rub it. Having denied myself this pleasure all day, I was on the edge of climax in almost no time. Just as I tilted my head back and began to push myself into ecstasy, Daddy grabbed my hand and pulled it behind my back, wrapping a red ribbon around it and tying it to my other hand. I writhed around the bed, having been deliciously ripped away from climaxing for Daddy and now helpless to finish. He grabbed my stomach and roughly climbed over me, firmly planting a knee on each side. As I lay helplessly below him, Daddy ran a hand down my head and neck, gently cupping my breast. I was in heaven. He wasn't gentle for long, dropping the other hand to grab my other breast and squeezing both firmly. I kicked my legs, straining under his weight as he held me down. I squirmed and he responded by ripping my blouse apart, leaving me wearing nothing but my bright red bra. He reached under me, easily unclasping my bra and tossing it aside. I was completely naked, tied and struggling beneath my Daddy. He wrapped a hand around my back and pulled me up to a sitting position with my hands still tied uselessly behind me. He knelt next to the bed and forced my legs apart, gently kissing the inside of my thighs. The touch of his lips to my body felt like an electric shock, and as he wrapped his hands around me to hold me in place, I felt his hands holding my lower back and keeping me still. My toes curled and my shoulders shook as he continued to tease me, flicking his tongue around my thighs without touching any of my pussy. His hands lightly trailed around to the front of me before roughly grabbing my thighs and pulling them apart, allowing him to lean in and gently outline the area around my outer lips with his tongue. I continued to writhe in pleasure but he held me down. Just as the teasing became unbearable, he pulled away. Looking me straight in the eye, he asked, "How do you feel, sweetie?" It was the first time tonight he had called me something besides "Betty", and I honestly answered his question. "I feel wonderful, Daddy." "Good." He plunged a strong finger inside my pussy, beckoning it toward him to caress me. As I shuddered from the rush of pleasure, he pressed his tongue to my clit and my body went into overdrive. My legs shook and I bucked my shoulders back and forth, trying to free my hands. But he held me down tight and kept pleasuring my begging clit. I kicked my legs, but he was forcing my body to climax for him. His tongue skillfully pushed against my clit, and he drew my first orgasm from me. I shook from head to toe as the waves of extreme sensitivity shot through my body. As I came, he pressed his tongue down firmly on my clit, allowing it to rest as it became sensitive, but still giving me pleasure. Finally, my body had tired out. But Daddy was just warming up, and he stood and pulled me downward on the bed until he had wrapped my open hips around his legs. He unzipped his jeans, dropping them to the floor and revealing his erect cock. I took a deep breath as I stared at it, preparing for it to be pushed inside me. It was thick and strong-looking, and I couldn't wait for him to use it. He took it in his hand, gently easing it into my waiting entrance. The feeling when it finally pushed inside was one of fulfillment. I had been waiting for this moment for years, and it was finally here. He looked gently into my eyes as he slid himself completely inside. My body accepted his length with ease, and I let out a small moan. He leaned over my body and laid a gentle kiss on my neck before pulling away and thrusting into me again. As he pulled away and thrust back forward, I felt myself accelerating toward another orgasm. I moaned again and again, slowly feeling myself become more and more sensitive. "Going to cum again for Daddy, sweetheart?" I nodded, and he increased the pace. His pace became almost impossible to keep up with, and I looked into his eyes as my body went over the edge. At the same time, I saw him close his eyes and lean forward, and I knew that he was going to finish along with me. Just as the pleasure started to jolt through my body, I felt him start to shoot his load deep inside me. He held my hips tightly and continued to thrust, rocking me back and forth as we climaxed together. I felt his heartbeat pounding as he lay on top of me, breathing in rhythm. After what felt like an eternity, our bodies finally came to rest. He reached around to untie my hands and laid me down on the bed. Crawling under the covers next to me, he pulled my head to rest on his chest. As we fell asleep, I drifted into dreams of the dirty things we couldn't wait to do to each other. Touching Myself for Matthew Everything was silent, it was as if I was home alone but I wasn't. Andrew was home, and in the next room passed out in the bed just six feet away and through the closed French doors. I knew I had to be quiet or else he'd wake up and yell at me and dealing with that bullshit was too much for any sane person to handle. I slowly stripped off the sweatpants I wore, amazed that I had even bothered to put on pants in the first place and the top I wore that was once a dress, but now rested on the tops of my thighs. My mind flashed back to that one time Shawn had ordered me to wear it in public, and I wore it on the train, and in public men whistling at me everywhere I went. I blushed and threw the clothes into the corner where my suitcases sat. I turned to look at the beige couch, my eyes flicking for my vibrator soon deciding it wasn't worth it to let the sounds echo in the room. I fixed the sheet on the couch and thought about it, I was to cum for Matt right? Surely they're one of my more intense orgasms and thinking better of myself I grabbed the teal blue towel I kept by the couch. Squirting isn't something that's my favorite, but it occasionally happened when I let it, and I completely enjoyed doing it to him. I laid down on the couch staring at the ceiling for a moment, this was so wrong in so many ways. I live with my ex, someone I promised to love forever while secretly 'dating' if you could even call it that; two men at the same time, while becoming addicted to another. Someone that J and A completely hate. It thrilled me inside knowing that their anger and hatred for him was so intense and it fueled my need to keep it going. It was a sick twisted desire and I bit my lip as my fingers caressed my chest dancing over my nipples. I hated them, my surgery from a few years ago to reduce the enormous size left me with a leaky self confidence though men never cared. They were big and soft and sensitive. I rolled the sensitive flesh in my fingers pinching them just enough till it only pinched slightly, I don't like pain and I simply wasn't going to hurt myself. I could feel my cunt twitch with need urging me to touch it. I cupped them, sliding my hands down the curve of my waist to my hips scratching lightly with my nails, goosebumps raised on my thigh as the sensation made its way down and I sighed softly parting my thighs. I could feel the sticky juices on my thighs separating as I slid my fingers down sliding over the thickness of my legs. Absolutely drenched, I smirked a little bit, I was always wet, always ready for someone even when I had nobody to be ready for. My fingers drifted teasing the puffy lips of my cunt. I could feel that the top of them was slowly parting already ready and desperate for a finger to slide against my aching clit and I complied, relaxing instantly. I'm one of those weird girls that doesn't really like to play with her clit unless its with something vibrating, something I learned at an early age. I rub more feeling as if my cunts on fire, I never did like the sensation that much but for some reason I couldn't stop pushing myself past the uncomfortable point. My thighs were twitching at this point and my lips were just barely parted as my breathing increased. Anytime I slipped a finger to rub against my opening and pulled away a trail of wetness, and I smeared it onto my clit. God that feels good... I was biting my lip at this point hard, I could feel it pulsate between my teeth and I finally slipped a finger inside of myself. FUCK!! It was intense as my finger rubbed up against the top of my cunt, seeking the spot that always got me off. Within seconds I had found it, and rubbed it slowly not wanting to get myself off too fast, but who the hell was I kidding, my body was on fire and consumed by thoughts of him. Every word he had put onto the screen in front of me flew through my mind. I couldn't help but wonder how good his cock would feel inside of me, and with that I began to rock my finger back and forth my hips moving with it. I panted heavily, my toes curling the sparkly red nailpolish glimmering catching my eye for a second before I rolled them back in my head panting more. I couldn't take it much longer as I slipped a second finder inside of me. My fingers were the width of about a penny each my ring finger most definitely. I have pretty dainty fingers and can never really get more than 2 inside at a time. Quite frustrating really but no matter. My hips rolled with my touch as I pumped my fingers in and out faster and faster, curving them upwards pressing firmly to that spot. It took every ounce of willpower not to cry out with pleasure as I brought myself to the edge. "FUCK!! MATT PLEASEEEEE!" My thoughts were consumed by the thought of him fucking me, I was completely in heaven with those thoughts and for once I let myself speak, but just his name. My voice was low and quiet but equally full of passion. I was shaking, a thin layer of sweat was coating my body as I finally began to cum. My thighs wanted to clamp together but I had other plans in store for my body as I brought myself higher and higher, never stopping the motions of my fingers until finally I ripped them from my body, squirting against the towel. My head swam with lust, it was as if the room was spinning around me. My chest was tight as I was barley breathing in any air it was so intense. Finally what felt like hours but was only minutes passed. My fingers stroked my throbbing clit as I trembled still laying there waiting for the strength in my legs to return so I could get up and clean up the mess on the couch knowing every second juice would seep into the cushion. Finally I thought I could stand and I pushed myself from the couch, wobbling on my own two feet. I grabbed the towel yanking it off and threw it into the corner smirking before letting myself fall back onto the couch curling up a pillow between my legs as I just relaxed. Touching Sarah I always think of my sister wet. Always have, seeing her come out of the shower with a little towel around her and her hair tousled, I'd think, that's my sister, that's what she looks like under it. Long before I knew this was sexual thinking, I imagined her nude, unchanged under all the vast variety of clothes she wore. As I saw her discard clothing, I was more convinced of my mental image of a single naked sister under it all. Wet, from the shower. Wet, from swimming with me, first in a single-piece then as she grew older and it made a difference, a bikini. At the beach or in a municipal swimming pool, once or twice in a stream when we went camping. This was the closest I got to the body within the appearances. If she sunbathed I saw the slick of the cream. If she worked in the garden I saw the glow of sweat. Because I thought of her wet, I picked up these signs; and at night, thought of her like that, glistening and coated, and slippery for those who touched her. It was a long time before I, or anyone else, did touch her. She was a schoolgirl, with a laptop and books on German and commerce, with CDs I couldn't stand and silly posters over her walls, and we seldom spoke. Way back when she was fifteen her boyfriend almost died of a drug overdose, and that sobered her up a lot, made her more adult, and gradually made me notice that she wasn't my kid sister any more, but, like me, someone real, and coming closer to adulthood. Our serious conversations lasted longer. Sarah, her name is. Sarah Anne Richardson, wants to be a teacher when she grows up, which is a new resolution, having dropped the idea of being a model. That's one thing we began talking about. Laughing at her being a model, with that body. She said she was plump, I said she wasn't as skinny as a rake: really she had a nice normal body with too much thigh, a bit too much tummy, and mottled arms and freckled chest. Lovely, but not a model. 'I've got nice boobs, though,' she observed one day. 'You have. You've got nice everything,' I agreed. She screwed up her nose at me and poked her tongue out. Wet. Her tongue looked so wet. Suddenly my wet naked sister bloomed into my consciousness and I looked at her very differently. The growing-up body fused with the old slick image and I felt a jolt of lust. I saw her for what she was now, and could be, and would be soon. 'Andy said my boobs were super boobs.' 'And I suppose he knew them inside-out.' 'No, actually. Never got that far,' Sarah said wistfully, staring into the middle distance. I'd never really known if they'd 'done' anything, as I thought of them as kids, but who knows, perhaps they'd gone all the way. This wasn't the first time I'd wondered: but it was, with my new image of Sarah, sexy, ripe, with a body that invited contact. 'Well I like what I've seen.' 'Yeah. I don't like my body but I'm not, you know, haven't got a body image problem like some girls have.' 'You're gorgeous and if you weren't my sister I'd...' 'What?' she said with a coy smile, turning to face me. 'You know.' 'No.' 'You know... I'd like to fuck you, of course.' 'Mmm. I think it'd be nice being fucked. I suppose. People say it is.' 'You'd like it. I wish I could, but you'll have to wait for some other guy.' 'S'pose,' she said, yawning and stretching as if she was tired of the conversation. She lay down on her bed and I admired her. I'd said what I wanted before I could think about it, and she hadn't minded, but doing anything about it was a different matter. Her T-shirt was riding up over her hip, exposing a little flesh. Before I could caution myself, I bent down and kissed it, then got up to leave. All I got for it was rather a pleasant, vague smile. I left her room then, but carried with me the smell of moistened flesh, and it added to my repertoire another very strong image of my sister Sarah, wet. That night, inevitably, I thought of her when I relieved myself. Never before had I allowed myself to continue thinking about her all the way through. And I had dreams of her, I think. 'Come... take me... ask me... you know I want to.' Dreams are so, so misleading, but so strong, and this was one that did not fade but fixed itself comfortably into the deepest parts of how I felt about her. It changed the way I felt about her, and the following morning I relived my imaginary delights and turned over how real I wanted to make them. Yes, I did. And so far she had not turned me away. Then the thought came that I had not got close; there was nothing to turn away. A peck on the midriff and the brave word 'fuck' half in jest. She was a sensible grown-up: why should she mind these or give them the thought I had? It was more than a week before we had a chance to talk seriously again, at least, when I felt comfortable approaching her, knowing what my secret thoughts were. The opportunity just hadn't come up. You can't just say, 'Hey, remember the other night we were getting close to...?'. But she was friendly. Something had changed, we were friends, we were little adults all of a sudden. I touched her on the shoulder, I gave her smiles, little experiments like that, and she was cool about it. One night she came out of the shower, wet, exuding, sexy, sultry, a different person with my awakened interest in her. I passed her and touched her wet, slick, hot shoulder, and you know what she did? Turned back towards me, smiled, glowed, almost purred. So I followed her into her room. I'd done this before and of course had had to leave once she wanted to drop the towel and dry and get dressed, obviously. This time we talked, she brushed her hair, reached for the hair-dryer but let it drop, and kept talking. Plans, and thoughts, and nothing too memorable really, just talking like friends, and she's this completely naked woman under only a single towel. I could see legs, chest, and her pretty face, but none of the nudity. Then she gave it to me. Just stepped to one side, dropped the towel, turned away to fossick in her underwear drawers, and turned back to me to keep talking. Full on, just my sister, no big deal, we're talking, and she's pulling pants up round her legs and I'm seeing my opportunity go away... I know, I know I shouldn't be looking at that pussy hair, the pinkness of her nipples, even the muted fold beneath the hair, but so quickly the flash will be gone, perhaps for ever: and would she have done this, so casually, had she not wanted me to see? Was she telling me anything? I could make this so much worse if I read it wrong. So I lean forward, stroke her breast, just a touch, she stops. Looks at me. I really don't know how she's looking at me. Softer than anything, and firm and warm. That's just a moment with the edge of fingers: a nothing, a harmless friendly nothing. Please believe it if I go too far. 'Remember I said I'd like to fuck you?' I said. She waits, and after a moment when I think she's angry or hurt or something I realize she just doesn't know how to react, she's torn inside herself. I even bet she's thought about this as much as I have. I move my hand a second time, a lighter stroke over her nipple. Can I see a faint smile? I reach my hand down. It rests in hair I've never touched before. No man ever has, I think. She's newer to this than I am. 'Do you want to?' I say. 'Incest,' she whispers. Is that a smile? 'I know,' I say, almost a whisper, but with urgency. 'Do you want to? I want you. I want to have you.' She swallows, she looks slowly down at where my fingers are now entering her, and I know she must have done that to herself many times, she looks so pleased at seeing mine there. Her wet hair flops over her shoulders; her breasts sag; her lips are curved and curled in an uncertain, sensual way. 'You shouldn't be in there till I've decided,' Sarah says in a low voice. I apologize in confusion as I bring my fingers up towards my nose: they weren't inside her, just slid within the parting of the folds for a few seconds, but the sliding was soft and almost liquid, and on my hands is a perfume so rich my eyes flutter and shut trying to impress the memory. The taste rests on my lips. Now she's looking at me with a smile, a real and curious smile. The white pants flecked with flowers and stained with use have fallen unregarded to the ground, and the hand that held them is cupped a little towards me. My eyes rove over her nudity, and over her uncertain face, the face that I've always loved and now the fresh, clean sex that might be mine for asking. There's a silence between us, and I don't know whether to speak or worship. 'Decide?' I say with an unsteady, hoping smile. She shrugs her shoulders a little, sending ripples of bounce over her breasts for me to watch. The whisper from her tangled mouth could be 'maybe'. Kneeling, I begin worshipping her, hands around her hips, fingers on my sister's naked bottom, lips butterflying across her belly. My tongue emerges and touches the skin, laves the skin. For the first time I myself am creating the intoxicating moisture upon her body, sea of my dreams. My hands press her closer and my nose enters her navel. I dare not yet go south, but the fuzzy hair is close enough to kiss, and it tastes new-washed, wet not from excitement but from the shower: part of me wants to delve for the deeper excitement I am sure must be there by now, but I am afraid. There is a long, windy sigh above me, and a gentle hand on my head, stroking me once, then coming to rest very lightly on my shoulder. I become conscious of my clothes. Perhaps she would like to see me without, or perhaps that's too precipitate. I rise, wanting to see in her eyes and graceful face what she might want next. My mouth brushes one nipple in passing but I forbear to go further. We're standing, looking at each other. 'We haven't kissed,' Sarah says, almost as if I'd been impolite, but no more than impolite. She's trying to keep smiling, but something inside her is hurting. I think it's the pain of decision. If so, kissing would be so much more favourable than clumsily rushing her secret places. We've never kissed on the lips, of course; barely brushed cheeks a few times when we've hugged goodnight, several times after staying up late with drinks and an old film after Mum and Dad had gone to bed. Once I'd had my arms around her for an hour or more, just casually. Never anything like this: no hint of bare skin beyond her arms, no hint even of kissing the way you kiss a girl. Her hair is limp and wet against my sleeves, and the first kiss doesn't work, in the rubbery way it happens between people who aren't sure about it. She pulls back her head, raises her hand, and drags her hair back behind her ears, then returning my embrace settles in with a tip of her head and lips parted and pushed towards me. We begin to kiss. It goes on, and on, beautifully, radiantly hot, squirming in each other's gripping arms as we get used to it and surrender ourselves to passion. I love my sister, and now here I am loving her as I seldom dared imagine before. And within my arms she's naked, and might be willing to give me everything in love. My tongue licks into her and hers replies, making me imagine her creating wetness upon my body: then a strong vision obtrudes, because my erection is hard against her and she is yielding and returning the pressure. 'Is it okay if I undress?' She nods, a vigorous, repeated nod that makes her hair caress my hands and her bosoms jiggle. I pull back so I can see them, and hastily unbutton my shirt and take it off. The cuffs delay me but Sarah has stepped back a pace and is watching with frank interest, and once more I can see her whole voluptuous form. My penis is bursting to be released but next comes my singlet, then my socks. No-one else will be home for hours yet, if the party our parents are at is like the others; but I mentally rehearse how long it would take to get away safe if we suddenly heard the door. I decide the easiest route is just to grab my clothes and scoot naked across to my own room, which I'm sure can be done while they're still downstairs. With this in mind I place my singlet and socks on top of the shirt. A hand touches my ribs, traces down to my navel, rests on the hairy skin of my belly where it meets the waistband. Sarah caresses to and fro between there and the smoothness of my hip. She extends four fingers into the hollow under my trousers, then her longest finger come to rest in the cleft of my thigh. 'I love you.' It changed tempo in a flash. Sarah accepted my love and a probing tongue kiss. She accepted my fingers straying across her breasts, downward, over her pubic hair, and between her legs. This time I continued into her vagina and she seemed to suck my fingers up, so easily were they welcomed. Sarah's fragile moans breathed over my face as I devoured it with kisses. Her hand was digging deeper in my underpants, cupping and weighing my scrotum then squeezing the shaft. I dropped my head down to suck her breast, hard and roughly then softening and licking. We broke apart and both gasped. There was a wild look in her eyes. I tasted my fingers then reached down to my trouser button, but she made a quick movement and displaced me. She undid me, unzipped me, and pushed the clothes away and down. She was looking down at my penis as she caressed it with one hand, and I was falling in love with the curve of her neck and the flawless skin of her shoulders. It all seemed to be happening at last, and I thought I could push her a little: as I stepped out of my trousers I pressed her shoulders down; she, understanding dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth. A glorious burst of heat gripped me, and I couldn't do anything but feel her velvety mouth squeezing me. Wanting both to explode within her and for this rush to build up endlessly, I was momentarily disappointed when she withdrew her mouth and turned away from me. Her bottom was too beautiful to resist, and I dropped to my knees and kissed it, as she took condoms from her chest of drawers. I had just time to lick both cheeks and dart my tongue at her centre when she turned back to me with a sly smile and an unwrapped condom. 'So I won't have to worry about a hymen then?' 'No,' she answered, eyes widening. 'Did you really think...? Get on the bed.' She lay between my legs and sucked me rigid again, drying hair flopping about my loins. I wanted her to stay there forever, but she sheathed me in a smooth, practised way, and crawled and sat up so that we were near to joining. Only then did the flurry abate and she looked down at me with her head on one side. 'What?' I said. 'You want to?' 'I want you, I love you, I want to fuck you.' 'It's scary. It's so...' 'Don't be scared,' I told her. 'Love you,' she said. I held out my arms to her and she straddled me, and mounted me, and held my penis while she got into position. Then with one slow, deliberate movement Sarah my little sister enclosed me and lowered her torso onto me so that our chests touched: then our mouths: and we began to kiss and kiss and kiss as, at first, we just felt her vagina hotly round my penis, then hesitantly began to work them together. In her passion she looked so sultry, her lips flaring and her eyes burning into me when she let them open. I was raking her bottom, gripping, trying to pull her further onto me; I rolled us over so that I could thrust deeper, harder. It hurt her, but it delighted her, and her cries of 'oh god' were ragged and bitten out. Our tongues were crammed as tightly as we could, then I would withdraw and lick her face, wide wet sweeps as she mewled and jerked in cumulating pleasure. I bit her skin, sucked hard to draw the marks up, on her shoulder and upper breast and upper arm. Once more I edged my hips upward, shifting the angle, and then at last the flood began and I could only exhale as I came in my sister under me. We lay on the bed. Any moment I expected to hear the door rattle. This was like a dream turned flesh, and I feared for its impermanence, but Sarah's naked body was hot and solid pressed against me, and her tongue kissed and murmured, and painted invisible lines over my chest. Needing release, she crawled over me again, face down, pulling off the condom and taking me in her mouth while I was still hard and sensitive. As she licked around me and took my balls in her mouth, she lowered her liquid pinkness onto my mouth. I pulled her cheeks apart, licked inside her, plunged my tongue in as deeply as I could reach. She pushed down on me so that I could barely breathe, and I nuzzled the tip of my nose into her anus, then came out to lick it as I grabbed air. Then I went to her squirming depths, hearing her gasp and stutter as I moved upward or inward. She came. The violent rocking of her limbs somewhere above me abated; Sarah flopped onto my face and I lay breathing her taste. I felt her heartbeat. After a minute she sucked me, I came again, and we moved face to face. There we lay half asleep, half kissing, till our parents returned and I had to run. Next morning I was awoken in my room by her in a nightgown, which she threw off. We made love hard and quickly, stifling our sounds. In the afternoon we had a chance together, but were afraid of being caught if we undressed, so we exposed the minimum and fucked harder than ever. That night we had no more protection, so we shared oral sex at eight o'clock and again at half past midnight, though we were both aching. Our lives changed magically. Today I hardly remember any details of those, but the first time we made love is impressed forever, second by second and look by look. The tableau of Sarah wet, a little shy and vulnerable, but welcoming, as she dropped the towel in front of me. I always think of my sister wet. Touching the Taboo Moira had told me I wasn't allowed to borrow her computer since she used it for editing her 'important' art projects. Luckily she was not good with passwords, so she had to trust on her word being enough. Usually it was, since I had my own laptop anyway, but unfortunately this time I had forgotten to bring it with me. I worked furiously on my essay for a while, but then I started getting comfortable with the feeling of getting it finished in time and my interests started drifting elsewhere. I needed to relax a bit, but unfortunately Moira didn't care for games so there didn't seem to be any on the computer, apart from the standard solitaire and such, which weren't exciting enough. I found a folder with my sister's film school art movies. I don't know why I thought they would offer anything interesting, but I browsed through them anyway. She had shown most of them to us, so I thought she wouldn't mind. I soon realized I had indeed already seen all of them except one, which was titled "TTT.mpg". I clicked on that one. A moody violin started playing from the speakers, and an artful script appeared on the screen with the title: "Touching the Taboo" and underneath with smaller letters was shown a proud proclamation: "A Moira Shane film". I knew I could get in trouble if Moira found out I had been using her computer and seen her new film before she presented it to us, but I didn't feel like continuing the essay yet, so I let the video keep on playing. Soon the narration started with my sister's own voice: "My name is Moira Shane. As a documentarian I have often attempted to show life with all its ups and downs. But this time I, like all the great artists of our times, have set out to challenge our views instead." Moira's voice droned on. At least she claimed she had done something different this time. I had seen enough films of our family and her hobbies. Then there was an artistic cut, and an older woman with a short and practical haircut appeared on the screen. It was mom. I wasn't very surprised to see her. I guess this was yet another film about our family, after all. I kept watching, though, intrigued by Moira's words of "challenging our views". What had she meant with that, if this was just like all her other films? Mom spoke with the same tone she used when she taught kids at school as a teacher: "I am Nelly Shane, Moira's mother. I have great respect for my daughter's talents as an artist. While the topic of this movie might seem somewhat unusual, I understand her goals and as such I am honored to appear in this movie under her direction. Emotions, art, love... They are all connected. We have to occasionally try to express things in new ways, and my daughter wants to show them happening for the first time." The picture changed again, and a perky 18-year old blonde appeared on the screen. Her face was much like mom's despite the different hair color. "Like, umm, hi! I'm Emmie Shane, and I'm Moira's little sister," she said and smiled and waved at the camera. "When I heard about this, at first I was like umm... but then I was like, if it's just with mom, then it's like okay." The picture faded away and some artistic text appeared on the screen. It said just: "Emotions". Then another picture appeared, a bedroom awash in romantic lighting. Moody classical music was playing silently in the background. A large double bed with white sheets was the centerpiece of the image. Mom and Emmie were in the room. They were just standing there. The camera showed a close-up of both of their faces, detailing an interesting family portrait. Even though Emmie was a blonde and kept her hair long, and mom was a brunette and had short and practical mom hair, their faces were very similar and they had the same emerald green eyes. If Emmie had dyed her hair, she would have looked identical to a younger version of mom, although mom had a fuller figure all around. Just when I thought I was beginning to wonder what Moira's film actually was all about, my mother and my little sister turned to face each other, slowly leaned closer, and then they kissed each other. On the lips. With tongue. Well, you got me there, Moira. I certainly wasn't expecting that. I was speechless as mom and Emmie started slowly undressing each other. Emmie unbuttoned mom's flowered dress, and mom did the same to her hip hugger jeans in return. When only their underwear was left, they kissed again and reached behind each other's backs. I must have been hyperventilating and my heart was about to jump out of my chest as two pairs of bras fell on the floor. Mom had pretty large breasts with big dark aureolas and long nipples which stood out from the middle of them. Between them rested a pretty angel necklace she had received as a Christmas present from the girls years ago. Emmie's breasts were small, perky and conical, and her nipples were pointy, pink and erect. My mother and little sister pushed their breasts together and then they kissed again, making sure the nipples touched and rubbed against each other. Mom caressed Emmie's tight cute ass with her hand and then slid her panties off. Moira's camera view circled her sister and showed all the sights up close. Emmie's hands slid down mom's body and she lowered herself onto her knees, and looking mom in the eyes started taking her panties off. Mom's thick, dark bush came into view. It was very different from Emmie's own. Emmie leaned forward to give it a kiss and mom caressed her honey-colored tresses in return. The beautiful image of a girl holding her mother's birth-giving hips and kissing the dark bush between her legs was a good moment to end this segment. The image slowly faded away and a text appeared on the screen: "A girl never forgets her first kiss." After a short pause a new title came up on the screen saying "Feelings", and then the movie continued. Mom was now lying on the bed. Her head was resting on a pillow and her legs were wide open. The camera view didn't skim on details this time, either. I wanted to look away, but this was all too strangely captivating. The view changed. Emmie was sitting on the edge of the bed, her gaze locked between mom's thighs. She nervously bit her lip and looked at mom, who raised herself on her elbows to look back at her daughter, who then slowly leaned down to give a shy kiss between her legs. Their gazes connected as Emmie kissed again burying her nose in her mother's hairy bush. Emmie closed her eyes for a moment, and I saw her shifting her head a little as she was learning to play with her tongue. She glanced quickly and nervously at the camera, but mom drew her attention by gently caressing her cheek. The mother's and the daughter's similar big green eyes connected and they gazed at each other with tender adoration. Moira made it certain everyone understood what was going on by interlacing in a close-up shot of a girl's pink lips pressed against her mother's dark and hairy vagina. The smacking sounds of moist kisses had been captured very well on the soundtrack, as had the ones Emmie's tongue made when it slipped in and moved rapidly. Emmie voiced a sound as she felt the new sensations of mom's vagina shivering and shuddering around her tongue. I could only imagine how warm it was and how mom's bush would feel against her nose. The camera then concentrated on mom's face. She was breathing heavily and she was still looking Emmie in the eyes. Then mom's heavy breasts were shown in a close-up. They were heaving with her breaths, and the nipples were standing long and erect. Mom sighed and reached to caress Emmie's cheek and tousle her blonde locks in appreciation to show her she was doing fine. Then came another close-up where Emmie's slimy tongue could be seen going in. Next her blonde head was shown from behind, bouncing between motherly and wide open thighs. The view moved to her perky breasts, showing how her nipples were erect as well. Mom's face came on screen again. The picture zoomed to her rose-red lips opening and closing as she sighed. Her eyes turned to look directly at the camera and Moira behind it. Then they closed and her long lashes fluttered. The camera showed mom's lower stomach becoming taut. Her hips shifted and she could be heard sighing deep. The picture was framed carefully. Mom's spread thighs were visible at the sides of the screen. A dark thicket of pubic hair could be seen below, and Emmie's big green eyes were at the center. They were blinking and shining with nervous excitement and anticipation, alternatively glancing at mom and then at Moira behind the camera. Mom's whimpering could be heard from outside the screen and her thighs and hips jerked hard. Emmie's eyes widened and stared straight into the camera. Poor little thing must have been startled by her mother's powerful orgasm. But Emmie was a caring girl, as could be seen in the next close-up where a slithering tongue and a pulsating vagina were making wet sounds together and a twitch went through mom's thighs and buttocks. The moment of climax was beautifully shot. It was cross-cut at perfect moments between all of the previously alternating views: Mom's pretty orgasm face with a deep red blush rising on her cheeks and deep whimpering sighs escaping from her sensually open red lips. Mom's big tits heaving with her heavy breathing, nipples standing tall in midst of large aureolas. A shudder going through wide open motherly thighs and a little blonde head moving between them. The slurping interplay of a girl's tongue and her mother's pulsating vagina. And finally a close-up of my sister's glimmering green eyes with her nose buried in her mother's thick dark bush as mom's thighs twitched and shuddered. Emmie seemed to be a bit smitten, as a shy blush had risen to her own cheeks too, and she was intently staring at mom's reactions as her nose moved in thrusting motions in her thick pubic hair. She wanted to keep mom's orgasm lingering as long as possible. Finally Emmie raised her head and smiled at mom. They whispered some nice words to each other, and Emmie bent down to give a few more warm kisses. Then she cuddled against mom, laying her head on mom's stomach as mom tousled her blonde hair with her fingers, and the picture slowly faded out. The next sequence of the film started tastefully with yet another close-up between mom's legs. Soon, however, the camera changed focus to what was visible at a distance above mom's bush: it was a girl's cute ass which, seemed to be moving with the new more youthful electronic soundtrack which had now started playing. It was Emmie, of course, who was now sitting on mom's face. The camera turned smoothly and showed Emmie brushing her angelic locks and biting her lip adorably as she looked down at mom. Then the view lingered and glided along her lithe body. Her breasts were even more perked out than usual, and the erect nipples were emphasizing their conical and not quite adult shapes. Mom's eyes were closed in concentration as she was trying to help her young daughter to reach entirely new levels of emotional experience. It was hard to get close-ups in this position, but Moira had made sure the wet sounds of her mother's tongue playing inside her sister's tight pink teenage pussy could be heard vividly. Mom seemed to be trying pretty hard. The expression on her face was serious. Because Emmie's pussy was all pink and cute and almost hairless, it was easy to see mom was trying to work on the clitoris, although her tongue often slipped in as well. The longer Emmie rode on mom's tongue, the redder the blush which had appeared on her cheeks turned. Her fingers moved to her own erect nipples, touching and rubbing them in an attempt to help her mom. The slurping sounds became quicker. Mom was doing all she could and moved her tongue rapidly until it tired and she had to take it slower again. Emmie sighed a little. It was hard, but mom was taking her there, slowly but surely. She knew from experience her mother was a brave woman, who never gave up. The wet sounds became louder again as mom repeated her attempt with quick movements of her tongue. Emmie's big green eyes sparkled and blinked several times to indicate that mom had apparently found just the right way doing it and sliding her tongue deep enough so that everything felt just right. The momentarily camera moved between mom's spread legs, showing her dark bush and vagina, and outside the camera's focus a tight little ass could again be seen grinding and moving on top of her face. Adoration escaped from Emmie's lips in whimpering moans. Her hips twitched and jerked, and she was glowing with blush and sweat. When the liberating moment finally came, the camera zoomed in on Emmie's face. Her cheeks were burning red, and she made loud whimpering moans as violent shudders went through her entire body. Suddenly her back arched and her blonde locks flew around as she was gasping for breath. After the moment had passed, Emmie was still shivering like a tender willow in a breeze. Mom was trying to calm her down by gently caressing her ass and giving little kisses to her pretty pink pussy. When Emmie's breath finally started evening out, mom sat up and they kissed and hugged. Then it was time for the camera to fade out again. Emmie and mom were now cuddling together on the bed. They kissed, their soft breasts pressing together. Emmie was on top. She raised herself a little so they could look each other in the eyes, and mom's hands moved to her perky breasts and started caressing them, her fingers rubbing the erect and tender nipples. Emmie played with mom's larger and softer mammaries as well, pushing them together and watching them jiggle. Mom seemed to whisper something. Emmie nodded and momentarily moved away so she could shift her legs and raise herself a bit. She turned around and then leaned over so her face was between mom's thighs again. Mom held on to Emmie's hips and raised her head as Emmie lowered hers. Their cuddling continued in a sixty-nine position, but the kissing certainly did not stop. Tongues came into play again. It's was perhaps harder in in this position, but Moira's camera showed closely how it was achieved, and sis's blonde and mom's brunette head started moving together. Their gentle hands caressed each other's hips and asses, holding them for support, and their sensitive breasts jiggled and touched against the other's body as it moved in unison with their own. Muffled feminine whimpers combined with wet sounds filled the room as mother's and daughter's bodies moved together in quickening rhythmic harmony. It was very careful work; if one felt she was getting too close to a climax before the other, she had to express it so that the other could just kiss and cuddle while a quick and slippery tongue was working to balance the situation. Emmie's blonde locks cascaded over mom's thighs as her head bobbed between them. Mom's own practical short hair did not get in the way. She was holding Emmie's tight ass for support as she had raised her head to a more upright position and it was moving in rapid thrusting motions. She was trying to give Emmie a bit different feeling this time, so she had to get her tongue deep. The camera made sure to show the difference between Emmie's cute pink little pussy and mom's dark and hairy opening every time one or the other moved her head away to rest. I didn't manage to move my eyes away from the screen for long enough to look at the time, but they must have been trying for half an hour until it finally looked like they were going to achieve a simultaneous result. Mother's and daughter's heads and hips were jerking quickly, and then suddenly powerful thigh-twitching waves went simultaneously through both of their bodies. The moaning mother desperately kept thrusting her tongue into her daughter's shivering pink vagina. Emmie on the other hand did not sound entirely pleased about the warm juices which had squirted into her mouth when mom's thighs jerked. Finally the mother's and the daughter's shared ended. They still kept hugging each other's sweaty bodies and trading tender kisses in the sweet and warm afterglow. Then, sighing, mom let her head fall to the mattress, and turned to look at the camera with a tired look on her face. She still gently caressed her daughter's tight ass with her hand. The camera glided along the two sweaty and feminine bodies to Emmie, who was resting her cheek against mom's thigh. She nervously bit her lip and glanced at the camera too, looking somewhat confused but all blushed up. Sixty-nining with mom must have given her an entirely new perspective on life and love. Emmie kissed mom's warm bush again, and the picture faded away with a final title saying: "FIN." I was feeling pretty sweaty and jittery myself, and vigorously thinking where I could find an USB stick so I could save this masterwork. Luckily I managed to find one. I never told anyone I had seen this movie. Mom and sis didn't seem to act any differently in their daily lives, even though I paid close attention for a while afterwards. It must have been an one-off thing for Moira's film. They had been pretty good in it, I must say. Moira later graduated from the film school with excellent grades. I know she submitted this film as her final work. I'm not surprised her professor liked it quite a bit. Touching Time I woke to the touch of a hand stroking up my thigh. It rested briefly on my hipbone, but I was suddenly more concerned by what I felt at my wrists. I was tied there with something soft, but firmly tied, unable to pull my arms down from where they were above my head, and I panicked for a moment. My eyes were covered, I was blindfolded. My heart took a jump and skipped in rapid beats as the hand at my hipbone moved upwards. Another hand touched on my shoulder and began to slip across my collarbone. I gasped and twisted at the feel of them. "Who's there?" I whispered fearfully, "Whose hands are they?" I got no answer and heard only the sound of soft music in the background. "Who are you?" I cried out quietly. Then another hand, larger, wider, landed gently on my belly and began to move in circles on it. I was suddenly aroused by the feel of it, and of another at my chest, cupping my rounded pec, another slipping to my other side and fastening itself to my nipple. Another hand suddenly there on my calf as I lifted my leg at the shock of the touch. The hand on my belly had moved down now. It pulled at my cock, moved to cup my balls and squeezed them gently. Firmly. I gasped and rolled my hips. The hand on my calf was now working its way to my inner thigh and I widened my legs for it. My nipple burnt from the twisting it had received and I opened my mouth wide to gulp air in as I arched my back, sending my chest out to meet the cupping, twisting hands. I widened my thighs and bent my legs as another hand slid under my thigh and ran up to my cheek. I lifted my cheek for it and it ran under me. Large strong fingers slid into my crease and I landed on them as the hand that had cupped my pec began to pinch that nipple, making me lift myself to that side now. My other nipple was freed, burning and throbbing in sharp little tingles. That hand ran down my body circling and stroking till it reached my cock and wrapped itself about my hard throbbing shaft. A finger teased my pisshole and I moaned. My body was on fire but I had a touch of fear still. "Who's there?" I gasped. "Who are you? Stephen? Ohhh," I moaned, as the hand began to stroke my cock and my hips moved. The hand under my cheek kneaded the solid muscle there. I moaned again, hearing myself above the music and the soft rapid breathing of my unknown invisible ravishers. The hand left my cock while another left my balls. "No," I moaned, "No, don't stop." Then a hand was sliding under my arse again and pushing me gently up, and rolling me over. I ended on my stomach and was attacked again by hands at my shoulders, fingers tracing the line of my spine. Hands cupping my butt, kneading my cheeks, before firm fingers separated them exposing my arsehole to a soft breath of air. I gasped as a wet tongue touched me in there, circling my rim. "Yes," I gasped. "Yes," burying my face in the sheet, rubbing my trapped cock and balls against the sheet. A hand was at my right thigh, it stroked up my leg to my arse, stroked the line of my butt, the crease between my butt and my thigh. I arched back as the tongue tasted me and another hand ran down my back "Oh yes," I sighed, "Oh yes." The tongue left my arse and I felt a hand, large and strong, there between my cheeks. I pushed back slowly as a thick finger entered me, wanting it now. It sunk in and I felt myself let go. Then the finger left briefly and I gasped and moaned as more filled me, two fingers I knew, two thick fingers. "Oh yes, fuck me," I moaned. "Fuck me." Hands caressed and tortured my body for a few more moments, and then my arse was empty. "No. No," I cried quietly. "Don't stop." I heard a faint rumble as if someone had wanted to laugh at my begging. "Who's there?" I asked again, demandingly. I breathed deeply as my body was momentarily untouched, then the hands were at my hips lifting me. I rested my head on my arms and lifted my arse. I was spread wide and slick lube was stroked over and fingered inside me. Then the head of a thick cock was there and I wanted it inside me. I pushed my arse back to it, but it had to be forced into me. I hadn't expected a monster and cried out as the thick head worked through my entrance and made its way up into me. A hand was in my hair, stroking it as I cried out again, turning my head. I felt the heel of a thumb press into my mouth. The huge cock moved in the last inches fast and I gasped and cried out again in pain, my cry cut off by the flesh pressed into my open mouth and I bit down hard on the pad at the base of the thumb. Taking out the pain of being split apart on my hidden unknown fondler. I released the flesh from my mouth and moaned and tossed my head as the huge cock began to fuck me. It pulled out in short strokes and I spread myself wider. The strokes lengthened and I cried out raggedly, then whimpered and moaned as the fucking became deep and thrusting. A hand was on my cock, stroking it; another was on my balls squeezing them lightly. I cried out and arched back, falling forward as my arms reached the limit of their movement. I shot off into the hand enclosing me, then again, and shook from the final deep driving thrusts of the huge cock that was reaming my gut. I felt my ravisher come deep inside me. Felt him empty me slowly as his long thick weapon slid out. I slumped forward as I was emptied. Nothing touched me now. I felt the soft material binding my wrists being removed. I lay there on my side and curled my legs to me. A hand came and pushed my bent leg up and I rolled on to my back, my legs wide apart as I brought my hands to my face and removed the blindfold. I blinked at the bright light as I looked down between my bent spread legs, to see my lover smiling down at me. I wrapped my thighs about his hips and pulled him into me. He leant over me and I wrapped my arms about him, "Happy Birthday," he said, before his lips took mine and drew me into a bottomless kiss. Touching You It's late, and you're tired. Without even bothering to undress you flop down on your bed, face buried in the cool pillows. You lay there, exhausted, your mind already drifting into sleep when you feel my lips press to the back of your neck. You smile as my body settles over you and I nuzzle you, holding you close. "Long day?" I ask, my hands caressing your sides. You mumble something in reply, your eyes slipping closed again as I begin unbuttoning your shirt. I slide it off your arms and lay it aside, my warm hands moving up your back, pressing firmly, massaging. They work slowly, firm but gentle, not pressing too deeply. My fingers and palms rotating over your flesh, relaxing you, bringing warmth into aching muscles. They work down, over your arms, your hands, and then sliding down your back they catch at the waist of your pants. These, too, I begin removing. In your half-sleeping thoughts you realize I have taken your panties with them, and that I am removing your socks as well. You moan softly and spread your legs a bit, already wanting to feel my touch. I ignore the way your body is already pleading, and I slide my hands across your buttocks, massaging them as well. You moan again, and I smile as my hands work down your thighs. I can feel the tension flow from you as I massage your calves, and finally begin to work on your feet. Sleep has almost taken you again when you feel the light kisses on the soft flesh of your ass. You shift again, lifting it up for me, and you feel my hands on your hips, holding you in place as my mouth travels down, kissing the back of your thighs, the inside of your knee, and travelling up again. I am teasing you, and you understand this almost immediately. Slowly, I guide you onto your back. You press your eyes tightly shut, a faint smile on your lips as my hands work down your body, massaging every part of you gently. There is a brief tingle as my fingers slide over your nipples, but they do not remain and your smile widens as they brush over your sex once... and then again. I kiss you, and you open your mouth to mine as our tongues press against one another. You place your arms around my neck and I smile, I lean in closer, my lips to your ears and whisper to you, telling you how beautiful you are. How much I love you and want you. You smile, and I need no other response. Your eyes closed, you sigh as I pull away, but then realize I have not moved far, only to the edge of the bed. You can hear me removing my clothing, and the tingling begins to heighten in anticipation. There is a noise, as if something is tapping gently on glass for a moment, and as you wonder what it might be you feel my body hovering over you again. You raise yourself just a bit toward me, wanting, and you gasp as you feel me take a nipple between my teeth, and then again as my lips slide over it and you feel a tremendously cold sensation as I suck and nibble gently. I have taken ice into my mouth, and you feel your juices flow as I work over your breast. I move to the other, sucking and licking, the cold rasping sensation of my tongue across the tip, and you moan softly as I tug at it with my lips. I kiss you, and the warmth of your soft mouth takes the edge of cold from mine. I press my body to you, and you can feel the excitement of my hard cock against your wet sex. I want you, now, but I am torturing both of us. Again I move away, and the soft clink of ice in a glass is heard again. It's almost too much for you, and you force yourself to keep your eyes closed. I move up from the bed, and your curiosity piques as you sense me move to the foot of the bed. I grasp your legs and gently pull you to the edge of the bed, lifting them as I kneel between your legs and slide my cold mouth over your pussy. You exhale sharply as the sensation hits your clit, shooting chills up your spine as my tongue glides over your button. I lick and suck, sliding my tongue down and inside you, curling it up and then back down... inside you... I feel your warmth and after a moment can taste you as the cold leaves my tongue. I don't stop. I suck and lick, kissing and nibbling. I can feel you writhing as I slip a finger inside you, touching and probing, my lips on your clit as I slide it in and out of your wet pussy. It slips from you and I push both your legs back, opening you further. My tongue slides from your clit down... inside you, then further... I tease your ass a moment and smile as you giggle nervously. Back up again, and kissing your clit one last time as I come back up to me knees. I stand, sliding between your legs and pulling you to me. Again you feel my hard cock pressed to your waiting sex, and this time I no longer tease. I push inside you, and my lips cover yours as I fill your warm, wet pussy. Finally, your eyes open. You can taste yourself on my lips as we kiss again, and I begin to slide in and out, back and forth, pumping my body into yours as your legs wrap around me. I watch you, smiling, and almost unexpectedly you cum for me. A groan of pleasure escapes your lips and you pull me tighter to you. It is your turn to whisper in my ear as you beg for me to fuck you harder, faster. I grasp your hips and begin thrusting furiously. Now we both want only for my cum to fill you, for our bodies to be so tightly merged that our spirits touch. I want to feel you tighten on me, and before I can tell you to you instinctively do so. I groan, and you can feel me cum inside you. The force of my climax fills you and you almost scream as you cum again, pulling me deeper into you. I hold you, feeling warmth and love and belonging there in your perfect embrace. I kiss you, and you smile as you feel me harden again inside you. Touching You, Touching Me Sometimes I forget how lucky I am that you love me back. Do you know how long I wanted you before I got to have you? I was nineteen. There was a night we went bowling. You were wearing black dickies and a gray top that was cut in a deep V. And you were just so beautiful. I remember thinking that you had just the most perfect proportions. I wanted to touch you where your waist flared out just barely to your hips. And I wanted to watch you move all night. And then I think I fell in love with the way you smelled. I remember one day when we were living at Courtney's, but before we started dating. You were sitting in my room for a while. When you left, the side of my bed where you had been smelled like you. You got up and left to go watch TV or take a shower or something. I masturbated, burying my face in the pillow that smelled like you. And I left the door open, half hoping you would come back in and join me, but too scared to ask because it wasn't allowed yet. So sometimes, even now, I forget that you're mine and that it's ok to do those things. My favorite part of having sex with you are the moaning sounds you make right before you come. You never make them any other time, so it's how I know you're about to lose control. I love watching you just come undone for me. I also like when I'm not licking fast enough for you, and you move your hips against my face. You have the most perfect hips. They're narrow and kind of boyish, but at the same time your hipbones stick out in the most feminine way. It's that kind of really sexy androgyny that just does it for me. It makes me want to tease you until you run your fingers through my hair and push on the back of my head until I can't breathe in anything but the scent of your pussy. hmmmm, are you masturbating yet? I'll lick up the side of your neck. Run my tongue around the shell of your ear and suck your earlobe into my mouth. Then I'll sink my teeth into the back of your neck, right over the nerves at your hairline. You'll scream a little, not a lot, and your whole body will go tense, vibrating under my weight until I release the pressure. I'll lick over the spot, feel the marks my teeth made and how the flesh under the marks is swelling to bruise. I'll feel you shiver a little, and I'll run my hands over your waist, below your breasts, down to your hips. I'll close my palm over your pussy, pushing down on your clit, then letting go. Not enough to make you come, but enough to let you know I'm thinking about it. You'll moan and move closer to me, turning over on your back to give me better access. But your clothes are still in the way. I pull off your pants but leave your underwear on. They're red cotton, and they cover everything, but your ass looks so amazing in them. I kiss down your abdomen. Wet, open-mouthed kisses. Then I lick a stripe just above the top of your panties, below your navel, between your hipbones. And I lick over your clit, through the cotton. I press my mouth to your pussy and breath hot, wet air onto your clit. You moan and shiver. And I bite down, just a little. I soak your panties with my tongue, then I take them off. Then I lick over your lips, warm and wet and gentle. I suck them into my mouth, moving your clit around with my teeth. Finally, I lick between your lips and push back on your clit hood. I hear--and kind of feel--you sigh as I establish a rhythm directly on the head of your clit. I played too long. You're already close. I slow down a little, but you whine and buck your hips against me. Your eyes are dark and shining. You bite your lip and close your lids, squirming underneath me. I push my fingers inside you, feel your g spot at the back. It's wet, I can feel your heartbeat in it, a counterpoint to the rhythmic squeezing of your muscles around the base of my fingers. Come is dripping down my hand, over my wrist. I pull out and drip your juices over your clit, lick them off my fingers. You taste so good, and I can tell from your face that you're desperate to come. I squeeze my legs together. Watching you like this turns me on so much. You're prone, on your back, so vulnerable and so wanton. But I don't want to lose focus on you. I push in deeper, bury my nose in the hair above your slit, lick quickly across your clit, and breathe your scent in. God, you smell so good. I take my fingers out, lick from your asshole to your clit, over and over. I don't want to stop. But your clit is just begging for attention. And you start to make those moaning sounds when I go back to it. Those sounds that tell me you're about to lose control. I feel it swell up in my mouth, the head becomes easy to move and swollen with blood. Your muscles clamp down on my fingers and your thighs hold my head in place as you shake with release.