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Climax

By: Eudaimonia1981



Obligatory Disclaimer: Names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent. This story is a complete revision of a story I previously submitted, but later retracted. Hopefully, this new version is an improvement.

~The Story~ 

"Are there any questions about anything?" Silence. "Okay, then let's launch into today's lecture." 

I chewed my Hello Kitty pen restlessly. This was getting ridiculous; four days a week, I sat in the sixth row of the auditorium listening to Dr. Owen lecture on the history of jazz. Four days a week, I sat in my seat fantasizing about losing my virginity to him. 

I wasn't even a fan of jazz. The only reason I had registered for Jazz History in the first place was the infatuation I'd had for Dr. Owen for over a year. It was Spring, and Autumn of the previous academic year had been my first quarter at the University. I had registered for the History of Western Art Music because I needed an art credit, and I wanted to learn more about the Great Composers. I achieved that goal, but I also discovered Dr. Owen. 

Dr. Owen was 48 years old. I was only 21, but the age difference was a turn-on for me. His age and his professorial status automatically put him in a position of power, and the fact that he was a music professor was even more arousing to me. He was very handsome, with dark hair, blue-gray eyes, and a very nice build for someone his age. He always wore suits, usually in shades of brown, and he often wore a vest. He had reading glasses, the little rectangular kind, which made him appear even more scholarly. His smooth, soft voice, over-enunciating every consonant of the English language, could always get my panties wet. 

When I took the Western Art Music class (at the age of 19), I talked to Dr. Owen after lecture at least a couple of times a week, and I went to his office hours once. I never told him, however, just how badly I wanted him inside me. And I was sure he didn't suspect anything lascivious about me; I was far too childlike, timid, and respectful for him to be able to read my impure thoughts. 

I was a good little student; I got my "A," and moved on in my college career. But I never forgot about Dr. Owen; I still masturbated to thoughts of him, I still hung around the music school to catch a glimpse of him, and I always checked the Course Offerings List to see if he was teaching any other classes which non music majors could take. 

A year and a half later, the Fates smiled on me. Dr. Owen was teaching an introductory class on Jazz History. 

Which brings us to the present scene: Dr. Owen was lecturing, and I was squirming in my seat. 

He remembered me from his other class; he had told me so when I approached him about some study sheets I'd forgotten to pick up. I was very impressed that he remembered me; after all, a year and a half had passed. But I wasn't convinced that the impression I made in History of Western Art Music would work to my advantage.... I was a different person back then: shyer, directionally-impaired, frightened to even be on campus. Now, I felt more secure in my identity as a college student; I knew what I wanted, and I was ready to go after it. 

Dr. Owen was talking about the 1920s. He always strived to put music in its historical and cultural context. Sometimes, however, he got a little side-tracked. He was rambling on and on about flappers. 

"Women didn't have to hide their bodies anymore. The female body was opened up for appreciation." 

I bit my lower lip to keep from smiling; I never could tell if he intended to be as obscene as he often sounded. 

"There were a lot of very sexy dances during this time, as well. Now, you may not think the Charleston is sexy, but it is," Dr. Owen said matter-of-factly. 

Hmm... I wasn't sure about the sexiness quotient of the Charleston, but I really liked hearing Dr. Owen say something was sexy. He seemed to have gotten a bit more forward in the past year and a half. I had even caught him quite obviously staring at the female teaching assistant's ass. Yes, Dr. Owen definitely seemed to have developed a perverted streak. Then again, so had I. 

The lecture went on for awhile, until people finally started packing up their books. Nobody seemed to appreciate Dr. Owen besides me (and a small group of suck-ups who always sat in the front row, laughing hysterically at Dr. Owen's lame professorial jokes). I didn't get up to leave until Dr. Owen had completely finished talking. 

I had made up my mind. Tomorrow would be the day. Tomorrow, Dr. Owen was going realize that I wasn't as sweet and innocent as I seemed. 

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"What should I wear?" I half-yelled into the phone. 

"Wear something scandalous," Jim replied in a pseudo-pornographic voice. 

It was nighttime, and I was consulting one of my friends on just how exactly I should go about tomorrow's grand seduction. I could always trust Jim to encourage me to be a slut. 

"I don't even own anything scandalous!!" 

"Don't wear a bra." 

"I can't go braless!" I gasped. "I would have to walk around campus like that all day. Unless I take it off in the bathroom before his class, and then put it back on afterwards..." 

"Then do that," he said, as if we were discussing something completely routine. 

Our conversation drifted toward other topics, and eventually we hung up. I kept going back to what Jim had said about wearing "something scandalous." It certainly was a good idea... The only even remotely scandalous item of clothing I owned was a pair of cherry-print panties. I wondered if I should go shopping for a new outfit, but I didn't have a lot of money. 

I decided to take a little excursion to the thrift shop where my younger sister worked. 

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"So why do you need a new outfit?" Tori asked. 

"No reason. I just want something cute to wear." 

My sister and I foraged through the racks of clothing in Vendome, while I tried in vain to brush aside her questions. 

"What about this one?" A blue jumper. 

"No way." 

"Who are you dressing up for anyway?" 

"No one." 

"These are cute!!!" Only my sister: one part goth, one part emo, and one part punk would like those pants... 

"Why don't you get those, Tori? They aren't really me." 

"Do you have a date?" 

"Of course not." 

"Here, this looks like you." A long, gray, shapeless skirt. It did look like me; that had been the problem this whole time. 

Then I saw it. 

"This one!!! Oh, my God, Tori, look at this!!!" 

She looked at it skeptically. "I've never seen you wear anything like that." 

It was a scandalously short red plaid skirt. 

I glared at her over the rack of clothing. "That's the point. I've got some knee socks and my Mary Janes, and a white blouse that'll go perfectly with this." 

"I wish you'd tell me who you're dressing like a schoolgirl for, Lily." 

"I am a schoolgirl, why not dress the part?" 

Suddenly, a wide grin broke out across Tori's face. 

"What?" I demanded. 

"It's Dr. Owen, isn't it? You're dressing like that for him. You should have told me that to begin with; that skirt is on the wrong rack. All the schoolgirl skirts are against the wall over there." 

By the time I was ready to check out, I had a massive armful of all sorts of tiny plaid skirts. I felt so naughty buying them, with the elderly cashier scowling at me the whole time. I loved it. 

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After I got home, I realized I would need something besides the perfect slutty schoolgirl outfit to make my intentions clear to Dr. Owen. I exhausted my mind trying to think of the best way to lay the groundwork for my plan. I thought back to every stupid pornographic cliche, when I finally remembered the silliest one in the book: a lollipop eaten in a suggestive manner. I laughed aloud imagining myself dressed like a schoolgirl and slobbering over a lollipop during Dr. Owen's class. But it just might work. Why not try? 

I fingered myself before I went to sleep, eager for tomorrow's conquest. 

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I showed up for class earlier than usual, because I had to use the public restroom to take my bra off. I went in the stall and undid my off-white, button-down blouse, took off my bra, and then put my blouse back on. I crammed my bra into the bottom of my bookbag. I brushed my long reddish-brown hair and straightened my short plaid skirt. I could not believe I was doing this. What if I was making a fool out of myself? What if he wasn't interested? 

Then again, something told me Dr. Owen would jump at the chance to fuck a student. My friends and I had developed the theory long ago that Dr. Owen was sexually frustrated. After all, he was a married man, yet he was staring at a young TA's ass everyday. Besides, his wife was a filmmaker, so she was likely away from home much of the time. So Dr. Owen probably needed something to fuck, and I was more than willing to be that something. 

I was completely self-conscious as I made the short walk down the hallway to the auditorium. Even though I kept my arms folded across my chest, I felt like everyone could not only see that I wore no bra, but somehow they also knew what I was planning. After a thirty second walk which felt like 30 minutes, I finally entered the auditorium. 

I took my normal seat six rows from the front, and took out my notebook and pen. Dr. Owen walked into the room. I stared at him as he organized his transparencies for the overhead projector. My insides instinctively tensed. 

As he began lecturing on Miles Davis, I slowly unwrapped a lollipop which I had slipped into my purse earlier in the morning. Cherry flavored with a bubble gum center. I tentatively licked the lollipop, my eyes focused on Dr. Owen. He glanced at me to make eye contact, and saw the way I was licking the lollipop; confusion registered itself upon his face. I was feeling very nervous and unsure of myself, so I broke eye contact. Not wanting to abandon my mission, however, I broke eye contact by letting my eyes drift down his body, resting upon his crotch. I could feel my face growing warm; I was ashamed of what I was doing, yet strangely thrilled at the same time. 

I began to slowly suck on the lollipop, sliding it in and out of my mouth. At the same time, I was doodling in my notebook, pretending to be completely innocent and unaware of how my actions must have appeared, what I was implying with the lollipop. My heart was pounding, and I felt myself growing moist. Despite my lust, I was also wary of my actions. I was so scared that he would think I was stupid, that my attempt at seduction was achieving nothing, other than making a fool out of myself. 

Dr. Owen had instructed one of the teaching assistants to put on a c.d. so that the class could listen to the song he'd been discussing. I rubbed the lollipop across my mouth, then licked the cherry flavor off my lips. I timidly lifted my eyes to look at Dr. Owen. He was sitting on the stage, his legs pressed close together. He was looking at me in strange fascination, but then he quickly looked away. I silently prayed that what I was doing was having an arousing effect on him, that he was not disturbed by my new demeanor. 

A few minutes passed, and Dr. Owen was standing up and lecturing again. I was really enjoying the lollipop, licking it and sucking it, swirling my tongue around it. As I did this, my eyes were focused on his crotch. I felt so dirty, but the slutty feeling was turning me on immensely. I felt a grin spreading across my face as I ogled his crotch and slobbered all over my lollipop. 

Suddenly, Dr. Owen said: "I think we need to review modulation; it is very important that you recognize when the music leaves and returns to the home key." 

He walked quickly to the small upright piano and wheeled it around so the keys were facing the class. He stood behind it, the lower half of his body hidden as he played. The piano was not his primary instrument, but now he was hitting even more bad notes than usual. His face was full of either intense concentration or intense frustration; I could not tell which. The other students looked at each other in confusion; why was he suddenly talking about the importance of hearing modulation, when just moments before he was talking about Miles Davis's particular jazz style? I, however, was almost sure I know why: he had a certain something to hide, and the quickest way to hide it was to stand behind the piano. My heart pounded in my chest so fiercely that it was getting hard to breathe normally. It was working; I was really having an effect on him with the lollipop. 

A few minutes later, he came out from behind the piano, and there was no sign of arousal in his pants. And he had hidden himself so quickly to begin with that I didn't get to see anything; perhaps he had felt himself hardening before it became truly visible. I felt incredibly frustrated, and to make matters worse, he didn't look at me at all for the remainder of class. I began to think that he never had a hard-on at all, that I had inferred too much from his piano playing. Feeling humiliated and ashamed, I rewrapped my lollipop before I even reached the bubble gum center and shoved it into the bottom of my purse. I felt like such a fool; he wasn't aroused by me at all. He was probably incredibly disgusted by me. I was such a slut, a slut who was still a virgin. 

Class ended, and I got up to leave. To get to the door, I had to walk by Dr. Owen; I lowered my eyes in shame as I passed him, but then I heard him say: "Excuse me, can I speak to you for a minute?" 

There was no question that he was talking to me; no one else was anywhere near him. Still avoiding eye contact, I whispered: "Yes?" 

"I was wondering how you've been. You haven't said much this quarter, but you talked to me quite often in my other class." 

"Oh," I whispered timidly. "I've been okay..." Was this some kind of intervention? 

A long, uncomfortable pause filled the air, and I wondered if the teaching assistants were watching us. Finally, Dr. Owen said: "Do you have time to come up to my office for a couple minutes?" 

My head jerked up and I looked at him; he had a slight grin on his face. I was completely bewildered as to what I should be thinking... Had my plan worked after all? 

He stepped close to me, too close. In a low, quiet voice, he whispered: "If that little lollipop show was only meant as a tease, then I recommend you do not do it again. But if there's actually something you want, then perhaps you have time to come to my office." 

He stepped backward and stared at me in silence. My heart felt as if it was going to suffocate me, and I struggled to get a deep breath. I glanced over at the teaching assistants, but they were busy gathering their own books and talking to each other; they were completely oblivious to the intense arousal a few yards away from them. I returned my gaze to Dr. Owen, who was now slowly moving his eyes over my body. I felt completely naked, and I was sure that he could see my nipples through my blouse. Trembling, I took a deep breath. My voice barely made any sound as I formed the words: 

"Yes, Dr. Owen, I... I have time... to go to... your office..." 

He smiled. "Good. Follow me." 

The walk down the hallway and up the stairs to his office felt like a death march, simply because I was so unsure of myself. What had I gotten myself into? I worried that I had gone too far. Dr. Owen attempted to talk to me on the way. 

"This is terrible, but what was your name again?" 

"Lily," I whispered. 

"How old are you, Lily?" 

"Twenty-one." 

"And how old would you guess I am?" 

"I don't know." It was a lie; I knew his age, his birthday, his license plate number, everything. 

We finally reached the Musicology office, and as we passed the receptionist, I worried that she might know exactly what was going on. She said nothing, however; she just peered at us over the rim of her glasses and went back to typing. Dr. Owen and I walked by the doors to the offices of several other professors before reaching his. He unlocked the door and gestured for me to go in first. He closed the door behind him. 

His office was tiny and unbelievably cluttered. I stood close to the door and waited for him to say or do something; instead, he looked at me quietly, apparently deep in thought. 

Eventually, he said: "Well, Lily... What prompted you to put on that little show today?" 

Shaking all over, with my mouth dry and my lungs empty, my eyes downcast, I whispered: "I'm sorry... I'm... I'm kind of attracted to you... I know you're a professor and you're married, but I just wanted...." 

"Wanted what?" 

I lowered my head in shame. This was a terrible idea, and I regretted it immensely. I was just about to tell Dr. Owen that, when he began speaking. 

"Lily, I'm very flattered by your infatuation. I'm 48 years old, and it's quite a boost to my ego when a student is infatuated with me." 

There was a tense pause, and I wondered if he was going to ask me to leave and not bother him anymore. Then again, he was the one who asked me to come to his office... 

"Unbutton your blouse," he said abruptly. 

Stunned, I obeyed with shaking hands. He moved toward me, pushing the blouse off my shoulders. It fell to the paper-covered floor. The air conditioning made my nipples grow even harder than they already were. He closed a hand over my left breast, massaging it, and I felt my clitoris throbbing in my panties. 

His other hand went to the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair, as he moved his face down toward mine. He kissed me roughly, almost violently.. I tried to gasp, but it was impossible to get any air. My mouth opened under his, and I almost passively let him explore it with his tongue. This went on for a few minutes, his right hand alternately massaging each of my breasts, his left hand tangled in my hair, his mouth pressed hard against mine, his tongue deeply probing my mouth. I could feel his erection pressing against my stomach... 

When he finally pulled away, I struggled to maintain consciousness as I gasped for air. He was taking off his suit jacket, throwing it on a chair. 

"I need... to sit down..." I gasped, my senses reeling. I couldn't believe this was real; it was finally happening, finally.  

He smiled at me gently. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable on the floor for a few minutes?" 

I practically collapsed to the floor; the scattered papers crumpled underneath me. Dr. Owen took a step toward me, gazing down on me. I looked up at him, and I realized what he wanted a split second before he said it. 

"I want you to take off my belt and unzip my pants." 

I obeyed, and was rewarded with a very nice view of his cock straining against his briefs. It shocked me into a moment of inaction; I had never actually seen a penis before, only in pictures. I stared at his bulge in silence. 

"Pull them down." There was a hoarseness in his voice which I'd never heard there before, and it scared me a little. 


Climax



I pulled his briefs down, and he stepped out of them, along with his pants which had been around his ankles. His cock was so big; I genuinely worried that it would be too big for any of my orifices. But now his hand was on the back of my head, pulling me toward his hardness. I resisted. 

"I don't know how." 

"Suck it. Like the lollipop," Dr. Owen ordered, pulling me toward him again. 

I tentatively stuck out my tongue, gently touching the head. He breathed, a sharp intake of air. I opened my mouth wider, slowly closing it around the head of his cock. For a couple of minutes, I just sucked on the head, although I did wrap my right hand around the rest of his shaft. I carefully slid my hand up and down, jacking him off. All the while, I was wetly sucking on the head of his cock, my tongue probing the end of it. 

"Oh, God..." he whispered hoarsely. "Yes..." 

His hand pushed my head closer to him, forcing more into my mouth. Really getting into it, I started to suck him harder, my mouth sliding up and down his cock. I listened to the sounds he was making; his breathing was irregular, and he occasionally grunted softly. 

Eventually, he pushed my head away from his cock. "No more... I don't want to cum yet." 

He bent over and lifted me off the floor as if I was a child, spinning me around and placing me on top of his desk. My feet dangled above the floor, and he knelt before me. He unbuckled my Mary Jane shoes and removed my knee socks, before tenderly running his hands up my calves. He massaged my legs, and my panties were immediately soaked. I wanted him inside me.  

His hands reached my inner thighs, moving them apart. He moved his face closer to me, and I couldn't stop myself from crying out softly: "Yes... Please...." 

He kissed my inner thighs, sucked the skin, licked it. I was so horny that I could barely stand it; my breath was ragged and I was whimpering quietly. 

"Lift up," he whispered. I obeyed, and he removed my panties. 

He smiled at the cherry print of my panties before tossing them aside. 

"Now lean back..." he ordered. 

His mouth followed the trail up my thighs again, until he reached my throbbing cunt. He pulled the lips apart and sniffed me. He gently licked my clit just once, then stopped. I sat up a little bit to look at him. He was smiling strangely at me. 

"Do you like that, Lily?" 

"Yes..." 

"Do you want me to do it again?" "Yes..." 

"Can you ask me to do it again?" 

"Please do it again, Dr. Owen..." I whimpered shakily. 

His tongue flicked against my clit forcefully, making it throb and ache. My inner muscles were contracting; my heart pounded in my chest, and I was nearly hyperventilating. I needed to be filled completely. 

"Oh, God..." I whispered. "Inside... Please... Inside..." 

I felt his finger probing at my wet hole. He pushed it in as far as he could, which was not very far. He stopped licking me for a moment. 

"You're a virgin," he said, with only mild surprise. 

I was suddenly flooded with embarrassment. "I'm sorry..." 

"No! Don't be sorry. How far do you want to go?" 

"All... the way." I had never felt so shy in all my life. 

He pressed he lips around my clit, actually sucking on it. His finger probed at my vagina again, sliding in and out as far as he could. Eventually, the muscles relaxed enough for him to slide in another finger. 

The feeling of two fingers inside me, of his mouth sucking so fucking hard on my clit, was too much. I started humping against his hand and face, moaning a little more loudly than I should have. 

"Oh, fuck!!! Yes! Oh, God, harder... Ahhh...." 

He quickly stopped his ministrations. "Shhhh!!! You can't be that loud; someone will hear you." 

"Sorry," I gasped, trying to catch my breath. 

He smiled. "I think it's time to take this to the next level, don't you, Lily?" 

I nodded, and he stood up. He took hold of my legs, and, taking the hint, I wrapped them around his waist. 

It hurt when he started to penetrate me with his cock; it burned, and I felt so utterly stuffed. It was an awkward feeling. I bit my bottom lip, squeezed my eyes shut, and clenched my fists together against my chest. I almost told him to stop, but despite the pain, I was still too turned on to end this illicit encounter. 

I felt his hand gently caressing my hair. "Are you in pain? Should I stop?" 

I opened my eyes, to see him looking down at me in genuine concern. "No, keep going..." 

He began to slowly move in and out of me, which helped me to relax, because it felt good. I began whimpering again. He pushed himself deeper inside me; he bent over me, his hands moving all over my body. The desk was uncomfortable beneath me, but the slight pain it caused was somehow arousing, too. My breasts were pressed against him; my hands were gripping his shoulders. 

He thrust inside me, his hard cock sliding in and out, part of it rubbing against my clit. I humped back at his penis; it was so much better than I even imagined. My inner muscles were contracting and desperate for more, more, more. My clit was throbbing, and I felt like I was going to literally die, my heart was pounding so forcefully. 

I was whimpering and panting nonstop, begging for more of his cock. He was gasping, moaning, occasionally grunting. It was all so primal, so illicit, so fucking good.  

"Lily..." he groaned "I am going to climax soon... Are you close? Tell me what you need..." 

"Mmmm," I sighed. "Just do it hard... I can cum soon, too, but I need..." 

I lost the ability to form words as he pounded himself into me as hard as he possibly could. We humped at each other desperately, my spine making audible impact with the desk. We were crying out together, far too loudly, screaming out profanities and encouragements. 

"YES!!!!" I cried. "Fuck me..." 

"Take it all you little slut," he muttered almost unintelligibly. 

He grunted as loud as is humanly possible as he shot his cum inside me. At the same time, I gasped and screamed out my orgasm, my cunt overcome with spasms. 

Dr. Owen collapsed against me, and all the muscles in my body relaxed to the point of paralysis. We were both too spent to think about how many of his colleagues must have heard us.... 

He got off of me and began putting his pants back on. I sat up carefully, because the room was still spinning. I stayed on the desk for a moment, staring at Dr. Owen in a daze. He had nearly regained all his former composure, and I struggled not to laugh at him as he turned into a professional scholar once more. He looked at me. 

"You should probably be going now, Lily." 

I silently put my clothes back on, terrified of what would happen when I left. We had been so vocal; surely everyone in the Musicology department knew what had just happened in Dr. Owen's office! 

Finally dressed, I put my hand on the doorknob and hesitated. I knew that Dr. Owen was the one who had broken University policy, and I would not be in trouble; I was a mere student. All the same, I couldn't bear to walk out into the main office area, with everyone having heard my ecstatic deflowering. 

"No one is going to say anything to you," Dr. Owen said. "Walk straight out; don't look at anyone. They're used to this kind of thing." 

I looked at him in shock, and he just smiled. I opened the door, my face burning with embarrassment. As I took my first step over the threshold, Dr. Owen put his hand on my shoulder and leaned close to me. 

"I want you to come to my office again tomorrow at 2 p.m.," he whispered into my ear. 

"Okay..." My heart went out of rhythm yet again. 

I walked out of the Musicology office, ignoring the professors scattered about the main area. I had been so ashamed to walk out there, knowing they had heard me. Yet now I had to fight an insane impulse to laugh hysterically. 

When I got outside, I saw my friend Becky sitting on the steps. She looked at me in confusion. 

"Where the fuck have you been? I've been waiting half an hour!" 

I sat down next to her and started giggling like the silly schoolgirl that I was. 

"Why the Hell are you dressed like that? And why is your makeup all smeared?" 

A smile slowly spread across my face, and Becky looked at me in disgusted shock. 

"Oh, my God, Lily... What did you do?... Tell me you didn't fuck Dr. Owen...." 

"Shh!! I'll tell you about it as soon as we get off campus. Let's get something to eat; I'm starving!" 

To be continued..... 

~The End~



Climax by Delta



Linda was spending the night at my place after a night once more filled with frustration. It seems no matter what I did I could not give this girl an orgasm and to make it more difficult she wouldn't allow me to give her oral. She was so self-conscious of her vagina, well not her vagina but her labia, that she didn't want me to see it. It is true that she had extra large labia but I thought they were sexy. She told me she always thought she was a pervert and was humiliated by not only her pussy flaps as she called them but also be her sexual quirk. According to Linda, no man or girl could make her cum nor any dildo or vibrator either. She told me there was only one way for her to climax but it was a secret and she refused to divulge it to me. 

In the morning when I awoke, she was already up and as I passed the bathroom door, I heard the tub running, thinking that maybe we could take a bath together, in I walked. She screamed "Get out, get out," but all I could do was stand there and stare. She was sitting in the tub, her legs splayed open and her feet on the wall with the spigot between her legs. The water was running full force onto her twat as she held herself up by holding the spigot. 

"Please I'm so close, just go," but I couldn't I was rooted to the spot and then when I could move, instead of leaving I went to her. I dropped to my knees and began to kiss her deeply as I softly pinched her nipples between my fingers. Luckily, for me she was so close that she came without my distraction interrupting her. She had a violent climax and I feared for a second she might even pass out. She turned off the water then got out of the tub and put a towel around her. I grabbed her arm and drug her back to the bedroom where I pulled off the towel, then I pushed her wet body on the bed. We fucked like animals and I came, hard deep inside her as she wrapped her legs around me. After as we lie there together I told her the bathtub scene was one of the strangest I'd ever witnessed. As soon as the words escaped my mouth, I realized what a faux pas I'd made. She buried her face in the pillow humiliated at what I'd witnessed and now was teasing her about it. I held her close and apologized profusely all to no avail. I could tell she was crying and that only made me feel worse. Eventually she calmed down and even felt better after I promised to make her breakfast.

It was during our breakfast in the nude that I talked her into telling me her story. The first thing she said was that the reason her labia was so huge (these are her words not mine) was because she pulled on them so much as a child. She said that all her friends seemed to be able to get off by fingering themselves but no matter how much she tried, she couldn't climax. The spigot method was found by accident, as she happened to be sitting at that end of the tub one time when her mother turned the water on to warm up her bath. The Water splashed perfectly on her clit, it felt good, and after her mother left the bathroom, she turned the water on again and came for the first time almost immediately. 

She told me I was the first person ever to witness her ritual. I said it was a tremendous turn on just seeing her orgasm and that I wanted to watch again and with some reluctance, she agreed. I got into the tub first and with my legs spread she got between them, this way I could support her and she wouldn't need to hold on to the faucet. Right away, she saw that this helped as she leaned into my crotch while she exposed hers. She turned the water on full force and as I kissed her nape, I rubbed her sensitive nipples. She came almost at once and as she slid back out of the full force of the water, she felt my erection. She lifted herself up and allowed my cock to enter her and once inside I pushed us back into the water flow. I wanted to time our climaxes together but I just couldn't hold out and I came first with her following shortly after.

The next week I happened to be in the hardware store and as I walked down the aisle, I looked up to see the hand-held shower-heads. I grabbed one, and headed for checkout not even thinking about what I came in to the store for in the first place. I took it home installed it and then went to Linda's work to tell her I had a surprise for her. She got so excited and wanted to know what it was but I wouldn't tell, not even a clue. After work, she rushed to my house where I made her close her eyes as I walked her to the bathroom. When I told her to open her eyes, she didn't even notice the shower-head was new as of course, she never used the old shower-head. However, when I showed her how it worked she began ripping her clothes off to give it a try. Believe me, it worked worked good as she tried all the different nozzles. 

Poor Linda always thought she was a real odd ball for the way she masturbated, as she was sure she was the only girl in the world who used water to cum. I remember one time we went to a hotel that had a Jacuzzi tub by the pool. Linda climbed into it and straddled one of the jets thinking no one in the world would know just what she was doing. Of course, she was wrong and although she may be one of the few, where water is the only way she can get off there are millions and millions of girls who love the water jet method of masturbation. 

Linda and I parted ways years ago; I guess it was not meant to be. I have no idea where she is now but I can guarantee, wherever it is, she has a hand-held shower-head in her bathroom. 




Climax in Climax



I remember her as a kid, when I was around nine or so. I had only seen her twice in my life and both times I recall her being extremely pretty. Of course, at that age, she was around thirteen or fourteen, so she was into her newly-found teen society. And that had no room for a little boy like me.

She hung out with my older sister, closer to her age. I played by myself. The usual.

I hadn't even thought about her for years.

I recently found myself single again. As a twenty-two year old, I've finally grown out of the nervousness around the opposite sex. I know how to flirt and make my intentions known to girls. I don't shy away for fear of rejection.

I've grown into my body; feeling much more comfortable in my skin. I know I'm an attractive guy. I keep myself in good shape and make sure I'm not too much of a slob when I'm around girls.

I find myself totally comfortable being alone. Sure, it hurt when my girlfriend of two years took off on her own adventures. But, as I had found out in previous relationships, I'd live and move on. This ride assured me I was still alive. I listened to what I wanted on the radio. Stopped when I wanted. Ate when I wanted. I was my own man again with no need to worry about what someone else wanted.

It took a little over four hours to get to Climax, Georgia. I laughed at the name when I had heard my aunt had moved from up north to the warmer, cozier south. I've lived in the south all of my life, so I felt right at home stepping onto my aunt and uncle's small bungalow-styled lake house. The crickets chirped their night-time song through the moodiness of the tall, thick, pine forest.

She made me feel right at home. She had dinner warmed for me; waiting on the small table. I sat and ate, looking out of the big, sliding glass doors overlooking their little piece of heaven.

We sat and talked for half an hour before she told me we were taking a ride up to my cousin's apartment. A forty-five minute drive west. I was in no mood for another trip in the confines of a car.

We pulled into the complex just as I adjusted my eyes from a quick nap. My aunt had been nice enough to realize I was tied. She kept the conversation minimal.

"So what's Claire been up to? I've only seen her twice in my entire life." Like I said, I haven't even thought about her in over a decade.

"Well she has two daughters and has been recently divorced. She moved out about five months ago and decided to go back to school to become a nurse." My aunt seemed a little stressed at the fact that her granddaughter's marriage hadn't worked out. She had that old way of thinking. That the wife stayed with her husband no matter what.

I'm at the age that even the hottest woman with kids is completely out of the question. I'm too young for all that drama. But I had a fleeting recollection of how my cousin looked when I was younger. No, I couldn't remember her face, specifically. I just remember thinking she was pretty. Surely she was a fat and decrepit ox now, with kids and all. I was not looking forward to this.

The security latch clicked and her face peeked through the crack in the door as it opened. I found myself uneasy immediately. Her smile was priceless as the door opened further. "Wow!" I thought. "Okay, so this is my cousin? This is Claire?"

I quickly scanned her, up and down. I haven't seen a girl that well put together in a long time. She stood, barefoot, holding the door open in a pair of blue, sweat shorts; the kind that cheerleaders wear. The waistband was rolled down several times, letting her hipbones poke out of the top. Her legs were incredible. Slender and nicely tanned. Half of her stomach was exposed; flat and soft with such a sexy navel. I felt my mouth salivating, seeing the thin, white, strappy top stretched tightly over, what I thought, might be the biggest breasts I had ever seen on such a small girl. Her nipples sat high, embossed through the thin, cotton material. Her face was absolutely breathtaking. Her eyes, somehow, didn't look real. Icy-blue, they sparkled with her tanned skin and dark, brown hair. Her hair hung in small curls about her face. The rest of it was pulled back into a ponytail. I could tell it was long. God I love long hair.

My aunt seemed to forget to introduce me as Claire's two, young daughters slammed into her leg. They squealed and yelled loudly, obviously happy to see their great-grandmother.

I watched Claire as she turned and walked further into the living room. She bent over more then a few times, picking up papers and stray toys. She wasn't expecting anyone other then her grandmother. I stood paralyzed, staring at her fantastic ass as she bent. The shorts were probably already short to begin with. But she had rolled them up to where, each time she bent over, I could make out the crease of her buttocks. Magnificent.

I sat on the small couch, obviously a hand-me-down, while they stood in the kitchen and talked quietly. Katherine, my aunt, peeked down under the low cabinets, asking me if I wanted something to drink. She called out what Claire had in the fridge.

"Sure. a Coke is fine," I said, trying to keep my voice as masculine as possible.

"I'll take it to him." I heard Claire, seeing her grab the can through the opening in the bar.

I tried to divert my eyes from her, as she walked towards me. I found myself cautiously trying to appear as cool as i could.

She leaned over the coffee table, grabbing a coaster; directly in front of me. I couldn't help but marvel at her huge breasts as they weighed down on the skimpy top. The cleavage was incredible; so much that I could see part of her stomach through it. 

"Here ya go," she looked up at me and smiled.

"Thanks," was all I could muster. I watched her sit across from me as my aunt came into the room. Still no introduction.

We talked in between the constant barrage of the two children, as they ran back and forth showing their grandma any and everything. Soon the room was cluttered again with toys. I kept finding myself stealing a glance at my hot cousin. Occasionally, her eyes met mine. She'd smile each time.

I noticed her constantly primping herself. She would tease her hair with her fingers and adjust her top; pulling it down in an effort to cover her stomach a little more. Each time her breasts would resist, bulging up higher out of the top of her low-cut shirt. They weren't the only things bulging.

The youngest of Claire's daughters took a liking to me right off. She pulled me by my pinky finger to her room to show me all of her artwork, toys and clothes. I decided to play with her and the older daughter; as she caught on that I was just as much a kid as they were. We played tea party.

Soon, my aunt announced that we were going. I felt this small sense of disappointment from the news; thinking this would be the last time I would ever get to see my cousin. Not even the tiniest part of me resisted the attraction I had to her. I hadn't grown up with her. I hadn't known her. To me, she wasn't so much a cousin at all. So I took full advantage of the natural thoughts that came into my head.

The ride back was even more gruesome then the trip there. My mind flooded with her beauty... and those fabulous tits! My aunt talked about Claire's troublesome marriage and her thoughts on it all. I had no insight to any of it. I had never been married. Never had kids. And I didn't know a thing about her or her ex-husband.

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It was late when the phone rang. My aunt answered and seemed to be unpleased with the caller. She hung the phone up and returned to the living room.

"That was Claire. She's on her way up here. I don't have a clue why. It's much too late to be on these dark roads with children." She greeted my uncle as he came in from work and spent time with him as I watched television.

Claire came in shortly after. I could tell she had put on makeup. Her two daughter's ran to their grandpa, hugging him from both sides. He delighted in their embraces. She talked briefly with my aunt and uncle, occasionally glancing over at me. Her daughters seemed to captivate their grandparents and they wandered off into the office-slash-play room down the hall. Claire sat beside me on the huge, plush, sectional couch. I found it odd since the couch could easily seat seven, that she would sit directly beside me.

"So you're Lucas?" She folded one leg under the other as she asked. I couldn't help but look at her legs.

"That's me. Bet you barely remember me."

"I do remember you. You were such a small boy back then though. I couldn't believe it was you when Grandma told me." She couldn't wipe the smile off her lovely face.

"So, you didn't recognize me?"

"No! I was like, 'who is this good-looking guy Grandma's got with her?'" She laughed. "I can't believe you're my cousin!" She tossed her ponytail back and forth playfully. I couldn't make myself stop glancing at her massive breasts. Her nipples looked like they would erupt from the stretched material.

I laughed. "Thanks. I was a little surprised myself." I paused, wondering if I should continue. "I remember you being pretty. I didn't expect you'd be a knock-out." I tried to stay cool, looking away at the television as I finished.

"Whatever!" She laughed. "Hey, turn it to Letterman. My favorite band is playing." That opened up a whole conversation about music and who, and what, we liked.

My aunt walked into the living room with four massive photo albums, laying them beside Claire. "You two can look at these. Claire, Abby and Jenna fell asleep and we're gonna go on to bed. You can pick them up tomorrow if you want or stay over." She waited for Claire to decide. She glanced over at the television. "Turn that down a little, if you don't mind. Good night."

"Well, I don't want to wake them up to go home. You know how cranky they get when you wake them up. I'll just stay. They have to get up for school and I'm not taking two extra trips this far out." She paused, thinking of how early she'd have to get up, in order to travel out this far and still get them to school on time. "I'll just stay."

We both said good night as my aunt nodded, then disappeared through the house.

Claire grabbed an album and squeezed up tight beside me. I felt her soft, warm arm press against mine. She crossed her legs; one of them laying lightly against mine. I swooned.

She flipped through the album, stopping here and there to describe the picture and who was in it. Occasionally she'd smack my bare thigh as she laughed at the recollections of the photos. I don't know if she did it on purpose, but she gave me more then an ample view down her top. I drowned in the sight of her round tits begging to escape their smothering confines. I think I looked at them almost the entire time; only briefly looking at a photo she would pointing to.

The other times I spent searching between her crossed legs, trying to wish the thin width of the crotch of her shorts to the side. There was barely an inch of fabric covering whatever she had on under the shorts. The leg openings flared up, giving me plenty of flesh to enjoy. I couldn't find so much as a tan line. If she had panties on, they were microscopic. Her tendons stretched, jutting out from under the crotch, with her legs spread so far apart. I'm glad the big book covered my excitement.

As she picked up the next album, she changed her position. She stood quickly, laying the album in my lap, as she fell onto the couch. She straightened her body, on her stomach, lifting her feet in the air, away from me. Slowly, she sank her elbows into the cushion beside me, letting her breasts hang heavily between her arms. She began narrating the photos once again.

"Oh my God!" She yelled, quickly covering her mouth with her hand as she flipped to the next page. "I didn't know that was in here!" She laughed as she looked up at me. "That's me when I was two, I guess. One of those embarrassing, naked baby pictures. I think people take them just to humiliate you when you get older." She laughed again.

"Grown up quite a bit since then, huh?" I found some ounce of courage as I said it, laughing. I actually looked down between her arms, at her cleavage, as it emitted from my mouth.

She lowered her head, looking at her large treasures, then back up to me. "Ha! Yeah, I'd say! Up and out! So, even my cousin notices, huh?" She badgered me.

"I'm thinking no guy could help but not. Too bad no one's updated that photo to recent times." I felt a surge of sexual tension grow from that point on.

"Ha!" She laughed, slapping my upper thigh and leaving her hand there. "Who says no one has?" She winked at me as she asked. She glanced back down at her enormous rack. "Yeah, they are pretty fantastic. Too bad that's all men see. The first things they asked me is if they're real or what size are they."

I looked down at them, unchallenged. The small shirt barely held them in. A massive amount of the tops of them were easily visible. "So, what size are they?" I laughed. "Hey, I am a guy!"

She punched me in the arm, making one of her breasts tightly jiggle. My eyes never left it.

"Thirty-six, double-d's, baby. And yes, they're very much real."

It was at that point that she took the initiative to push the envelope with her newly-acquainted cousin further. She lifted herself high on her elbows, arching her back until both of the fabulous orbs separated from the couch. Gently, she cupped the two fleshy masses in her petite hands, squeezing them softly. She smiled, looking back up at me and giggled at my bewildered stare.

"So soft, but still incredibly firm. Wanna see for yourself?" She continued the torture, releasing her hands from them and sliding up closer to me until they lightly grazed my thigh. She pressed them tightly together between her arms. She loved knowing she could melt any man. Even her cousin.

"My God, Claire!" I drooled. Her gorgeous boobs lightly pressed into my half-bare thigh. They easily covered the girth.

She gazed at me sleepily, waiting to see if I'd break. Her eyes quickly diverted to the television. "Hey! Turn it up a little bit! They're on!" She jumped from the couch, sitting back down beside me as she heard the lead guitarist wind out a riff from the TV.

I spent the entire three minutes staring at her breasts out of the corner of my eye; pissed that I stalled at my chance to grope my cousin. Ordinarily, I'd contain myself a little more around pretty girls. But, she made it so easy, whether she meant to or not.

We ended up lying across from each other on the couch; our feet almost touching at the corner. We talked well into the morning about everything from our favorite movies to relationships. She clearly needed someone to talk to. She would readjust herself in different positions as the time passed. My favorite one was when she threw her arms above her head, over the edge of the couch, and bent one leg, laying it against the back cushion. Her breasts heaved upward in her top, pulling themselves higher, almost to the point that the slightest darkening of her nipples began to show. Her bent leg relaxed the loose shorts, giving them enough slack to open. I grabbed a blanket hanging across the back of the couch, to quickly hide my erection. If I squinted hard enough, in the dim light, I could almost make out the darkened slit of her pussy, shadowed behind the shorts.

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I opened my eyes to the bright sunny morning bursting through the windows. Claire lay across from me with her back turned, knees tightly tucked against her chest. She was obviously cold. I pulled myself up sleepily, dragging the blanket I had used across the couch. I sank deeply, just below her feet, tracing my eyes up her thighs to the thin, blue swatch of fabric pulled tightly between her legs. The seam noticeably parted her sleeping vagina, pressing the soft, tender skin around it, out the sides of the shorts. I reeled in excitement, seeing it so silky-smooth and hairless. Nearly half of her ass beamed from the sun rays; the shorts tugging high above her waist. Gently I let the blanket fall across her body and pulled it over her shoulders. She woke.

"Hi." Her sleepy eyes darted about the room, trying to process where she was. She slid up on the arm of the couch, unaware that her top had mangled its form from her tossing throughout the night. I quickly stole a glance of almost one of her entire breasts peeking out of the arm opening. The thin strap of the top, dug tightly into the enormous orb, almost bisecting it. Her nipple was soft and smooth, slightly darker then her tanned breast. It was a gorgeous nipple, smaller then I had imagined it would be. I had hoped, for sake of my attraction to her, that it was some huge, pink monster; looking more like a slab of bologna then this pretty, perfectly-formed delicacy. I fought over whether I should say something. Do I tell her or do I enjoy this more?

"Um, your..." I looked down nonchalantly at her half-exposed breast and pointed.

She followed my finger, looking down at her naked breast. She didn't seem to mind me getting an extra look in, as she looked back up at me smiling. "Damn things!" She laughed as she looked back down, yanking the top back in place. She wrapped her palms around the massive globes, squeezing them back into their proper positions. I, again, kicked myself for not touching them last night; when I had the chance.

"Nothing you haven't seen before, I imagine?" She smirked as she sat up. Her yawn became a theatrical production as she arched her back; her breasts trying to escape once more.

I thought to myself. "I could either appear cool and blow her question off or use it as another chance to flirt." I smiled back and answered, "nothing as nice as those, anyway." I prided myself in choosing the second.

"Oh please! As good-looking as you are, you're just being nice to me." Wonder filled her face. "Where is everyone?"

"I don't know, I just woke up, myself."

I watched her stand, digging the crotch of her shorts from her tight, round buttocks. Stretching again. My God at that body! She pranced into the kitchen. I followed, naturally.

"Oh, Grandma took the kids to school and went to town to run errands." She answered her own question aloud as she slipped the note out from under the refrigerator magnet. "She says Grandpa went with her and they'll be back with breakfast in a few hours. I think she means lunch." She looked at the clock on the microwave.

It was mid-morning now. I walked over to the large, glass doors; looking out at the lake.

"Hey, wanna go ride the jetski?"

I turned back to the echoing voice, as I realized Claire had walked into a nearby bedroom. "Sure." I answered loudly, following her question as it still lingered in the air. I turned to enter the bedroom; my eyes almost popping from their sockets. I stood staring, in absolute astonishment as my sexy cousin peeled her tight top over her head. Her glorious, naked breasts kissed each other as they swayed from the release; colliding together. She stood looking at me, confident in her incredible curves. She quickly tucked her thumbs into either side of the shorts elastic waistband, and shucked them off; puddling at her feet. She stepped out of them, rising back up to meet my stare.

"My God," I quietly muttered. I took in her completely naked form, thoroughly. Her hips were sensually curved and perfectly round. A good size for her, but slightly on the smaller side, which I liked. Her pussy was exquisitely shaved smooth, with only a dime-sized patch of wavy, dark hair hovering slightly above it. I traveled up the flatness of her stomach, until my eyes focused quickly on the unearthly perfection of her breasts. Each one hung just slightly, exactly the same size. Perfect tear drops, they hadn't yet begun to succumb to age or the weight of gravity. Her glassy, round nipples seemed to almost be swallowed up in the center of the large, beautiful masses.




Climax in Climax



She quickly turned away from me, bending to pick up the stark-white bikini top. I caught the faintest glimpse of her smooth pussy peeking out from under her tight, ample buttocks. I watched her tie the bikini around her thin, long neck. I could see her full breasts silhouetted in front of her back; so big the outer edges curved out from her sides. She turned back around, pulling the bottom string behind her, tying.

"I haven't ridden it in ages," she said as she firmly adjusted her breasts in the small cups. I thickened even more so as she peeled one cup away from her body with one hand, and forcefully pulled the huge globe up high, then letting it fall in the cup. She repeated it with the other.

"Well I think I've ridden one, like, three times in my whole life," I responded, still trying to act my coolest. My eyes wandered to her still naked pussy. I didn't bother to divert my gaze. If she was okay with it, I was too. She carefully tip-toed into the bikini bottom, pulling them tightly up her thighs.

"Jesus these are tight!" She yanked them up around her hips, denying me of anymore lusty visions. "This is so old! I think I've had it since I was fifteen. I leave it here just in case I wanna go out on the lake." She posed flirtatiously. Her breasts were barely covered in the bikini that was obviously meant for a smaller, younger Claire's breasts. They seemed to escape from every angle. "Where's your swimsuit?"

I chuckled slightly, "Um... I didn't bring one. I forgot they had a jetski." I frowned playfully.

"I think Grandpa has some around here somewhere."

I looked at her sternly. "How about hell no? That's gotta be attractive. Me in your grandfather's trunks. I might meet some little hottie out there. Then how would I look?" I laughed.

Claire walked closer to me, making me move to allow her through the door. I couldn't get the sight of her naked flesh out of my mind.

"Stupid," she answered as she grabbed the key from the hook. "There are no hotties around here, my friend. I guess you're just stuck with me."

She seemed offended as she walked off to retrieve two large beach towels.

I didn't know how to respond. I had just seen her naked. Sure, the flirting before was fun and incredibly exciting, but I didn't want to come off as some pervert to my own, hot cousin.

"Would you mind if I just wore this?" I looked at her blankly, in what I had worn to bed; a pair of white boxers with small, black skull and crossbones designs littered about them.

"Sure, big boy. If you're man enough to wear them out there, I don't mind at all." She laughed as she lead me out to the pier.

"No life jackets, huh?" I steeped onto the jetski's platform, steadying it for her to step on.

I reached out for her waist as she stepped on board. I watched her tight ass lower down to my face and then further down until she sat tightly against me. She wedged her ass hard against my crotch as she fired up the machine. "There's one in the front compartment. It's too much of a pain wearing them on this. And since we're riding together, if one of us falls off, the other can throw it out if we need to." She yelled over the blubbering noise of the engine. "Hold on to me! That handle in the back is useless unless we're going slow! You'll just flip off the back!"

I had no problems with that at all! I slipped my fingers across her warm belly, locking them together.

"You ready?" She yelled.

"Go!" As the craft accelerated hard, my cousin's firm ass pressed deeper into me. I instantly felt my cock stiffen.

We bounced about, speeding around the lake. I hoped she was too busy navigating the vehicle to notice my cock pressing into her ass. I couldn't help it. Her back arched repeatedly, her ass responding. I swear I could feel her pussy spread as it rubbed against me. I quickly looked down and noticed the pressure on my boxers had stretched the fly open. I could see the side of my penis yearning to be set free. So I helped it out. I quickly reached around, slipped my hand between us and lifted my excited cock out of the opening; waiting until she lifted again to slip it under her. I must've not been thinking too clearly. I just knew my brain wasn't making the decisions anymore. As she rose, I quickly guided it under her.

With each jump, her body landed firmly on it. I clung to her in ecstasy, feeling the flatness between her legs compress against me. I was almost certain she could feel it too. She seemed to rock her body back and forth a little more wildly. As we jumped the wakes, her heavy breasts bottomed out against my tightly-wrapped arms. She rose in front of me, lifting her ass at eye level as she jumped a larger wake. I peered deeply between her legs; the close proximity to my mouth was too much. The tight, white bikini bottom clung to her ass, slightly damp. The crotch pressed deep between her tender folds.

My grasp obviously loosened and I fought to grab hold of her legs. My body lurched forward, my face smashing into her ass. Her legs were so slippery smooth and I felt myself losing my balance. But I continued to sink my face between her legs as the next big wake pulled me off the back and into the ridiculously frigid water.

I surfaced.

"Shit, it's COLD!" I yelled as the temperature took over my body. I waded in the choppy water until Claire slowed beside me. I immediately remembered my penis, now retreating to a warmer place, and tucked it back inside. Seeing her gorgeous body, it responded again, thickening.

"Need a hand?" She laughed as she turned on the seat, leaning over far as she could and stretched out her arm. All I could see was her beautiful face and those unbelievably big, wet tits hanging in front of me.

I planted my feet on the platforms with her tugging me by my hand. My legs spread around the seat as I regained my stance. She sat in front of me, staring low on my body. I looked down in response. My now saturated boxers clung against every bulge inside them. The thin, white material had become translucent and every nuance of my naked manhood showed as if I didn't have anything on at all. Not to mention the fly was spread wide open from the heaviness of the drenched material. The side of my naked shaft stood proudly before her face. I must admit, it did look damn sexy.

"Been a while since I saw one of those," she remarked, not taking her eyes off of it. She looked up at me, almost sedated. I explored her fabulous cleavage, beaded with water spray.

"Your turn." She slipped around me, letting me take the reigns.

I sat down to feel her immediately clench her fingertips into the crease between my thighs and hips. I felt my dick strain against the tightened, wet underwear as her breasts pressed into my back.

We rode for quite some time. I made every attempt to jump as many wakes as I could find, just so I could feel her breasts press into me more. Her fingertips teased between my legs as she would occasionally reaffirm their grasp. A few times I even felt them lightly graze against my hardened cock. After a while, I slowed to a stop.

"What do you wanna do now?" Her airy voice sent shivers down my spine as she spoke into my ear.

"I wonder what she'd say if I was honest with her?" I thought. "I want to fuck you." The words echoed in my head as I thought about a safer answer. Her hands never left my hips. Her fingers dug into the hollow above my tendons, only mere millimeters from my dick. I felt her fingers wiggle slightly. I did want to fuck her. I didn't give a shit that she was my second cousin. I didn't know her. I never did. She was hot as hell and I wanted my dick inside her! Plain and simple. A man's answer.

"Let's jump in." I finally answered. I wanted to see her gorgeous body dripping with water. It seemed like a good idea. I felt her hands wrap around my waist. As soon as I tried to turn, I felt the jetski rock as she pulled me in with her.

I twisted as soon as I submerged, quickly tightening my arms around her slippery skin. I opened my eyes in the murky water to see her looking back at me, smiling. Our bodies pressed tightly against each other as we surfaced. I reached for the back of the jetski, realizing her arms were wrapped around my neck. We laughed, catching our breath. I felt my hungry cock nestled tightly beneath her.

In some sort of out-of-body experience, we both stopped laughing; our faces growing much more serious. My incredibly sexy cousin's sultry lips parted as they collided with mine. We immediately began kissing fully. I could taste the sweetened water between our mingling tongues. My free hand seemed to instinctively slip down her smooth back, until it firmly latched on to her round, tight ass.

I felt an enormous surge of sexual craving building inside of me as her legs naturally responded, and lightly slipped around my waist. Slowly I pressed her body tighter against mine. I felt her hips begin to gyrate, pulling her quivering void up and down my swollen length.

We looked deeply into each other's eyes, passionately kissing, as her hands slid down my body. Easily, she peeled my boxers down until I managed to free them from my feet. I immediately scooped them up, laying them on the jetski platform.

I inhaled into her mouth as my slippery, naked cock parted her legs again. She pressed her body down on the length of it, sliding back and forth. My fingers slid along her shapely hip, pulling tightly on the tensed cord of her bikini bottom. I felt the freed side of the material dance across my thigh as it tossed about in the current. As I untied the other bow, I pulled the saturated barrier away from her body, letting my naked cock finally get a feel of her warm, uncovered bareness. My naked cock was pressing against my own cousin's delicious, hair-free pussy.

She whimpered slightly as she absorbed the intense sensation of my naked skin against hers. She held the edge of the jetski, rocking against me slowly; staring lustfully into my eyes. I felt her hesitation the very instant I pierced my cock head between her slippery lips. She jolted in reaction, inhaling loudly.

"It's been a while, Lucas. Go slow."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. If no words had been spoken, I would've found this encounter, still, completely overwhelming. But as she spoke my name, and instructed me to fuck her slowly, my mind wrapped around the fact that I was about to fuck my cousin. My gorgeous, perfect-bodied cousin.

I had never really thought about having sex with anyone related to me before. It wasn't that I found it disjusting, or whatever. I just had absolutely no attractive women in my family to fantasize about. She was the only one. And I didn't necessarily think of her as my cousin. At least not like my other cousins I saw all the time.

I firmly grabbed her ass in each hand, spreading each cheek as I slowly pulled her down onto me. My cock throbbed in ecstasy as her juicy, tightened warmth enveloped me. She held her breath as I eased into her, smiling lazily as our bodies met, and exhaled loudly as I filled her entirely.

"God that feels so good." She lightly sighed as her body began to rock against mine. I let her test the waters, so to speak, giving her time to adjust to my invasion. I gently began to thrust inside her, pulling almost completely out to let her embrace the sensation.

"Oh my God, yes!" she moaned, grinding her teeth together and sucking in air as I filled her over and over.

But there was one thing missing as our bodies began to dance in unison with each other. Well, not so much missing. More like still there. I had to see those fabulous tits in all their glory! Two quick tugs on each knot brought Claire's bikini top down, flat on the water's surface. I tensed my muscles, holding back from the inevitable. They were indescribably beautiful. Full and round, the tops breaking through the reflecting coolness of the lake as if they were two large mountains, with steep cliffs running down between them, into a deep, dark valley.

I felt her body yearning in my arms. The crease in the small of her back grew deeper in my hand. She knew exactly what I wanted. As she arched her back, sucking my aching cock inside her, the two, twin planets rose from the lake. I felt the tingle of precum escaping from my swallowed tip as her perfect breasts presented themselves. The crisp water sheeted down them as they emerged, clear streams pouring until only droplets splashed against the mirrored canvas. Tiny chill bumps encompassed them; her small, circular nipples elongated, tight and hard. They begged to be sucked.

I took a nipple full into my mouth, sucking feverishly as our movements gained in intensity. My beautiful cousin writhed in sexual bliss as both of my hands firmly grasped her wonderful tits. I felt her heels dig into my back; her calves tensing as she pulled herself against me. I lightly bit down on the erect smoothness of her areola, flicking my tongue across its breadth. I tightly squeezed the huge forms together, in absolute awe of such perfection. I lapped the water up from underneath them, making full, long, flat-tongued journeys up the massive globes, paying attention to how my tongue manipulated itself as it moved across. I noticed her arms shaking wildly as I hungrily looked up at her beautiful face in mid stroke.

"Let's get up on the jetski," I panted.

She let go of the platform as I grabbed hold of it to steady ourselves. Her hands planted themselves against my back, pulling herself even closer. I felt such a sweet, intense sensitivity as her ripened nipples gently kissed mine. My body shuddered, looking down at her firm breasts pressing against me; compressing into my skin. Her glistening lips opened, breathing heavily, desiring my kiss. Long exchanges of heated passion arose from our mouths, followed by brief sessions of deep panting as our slowly progressing undulations evolved into a raw, pounding fuck.

Her body commanded that I slow. I sensed her resistance as she tried to counteract my jackhammer inside of her. I saw faint squinting in her eyes as I drove myself into her pussy. I slowed to only shallow plunges into her fiery lust.

"Slow, Lucas. I told you, it's been a long time." She kissed me sweetly on the lips.

I chastised myself. "I'm sorry, I can't help it. Your body demands to be fucked." I drove my tongue between her lips, my slippery cock slowly entering her over and over. "Let's get up on the jetski, Claire."

She smiled at me, gently biting her lower lip as I pierced myself deeper inside. "You said that already."

"I know. I don't want to leave you."

"Mmm, Lucas, I don't want you to leave me either."

She frowned innocently at the sheer horror on my face as she peeled herself away from me. I felt my dick slowly being deprived of its warm, tight safety into the infinite expanse of cold, open nothingness. It throbbed in protest as it slowly fell out, feeling her lips tighten, closing off its fight to remain inside. It was complete agony.

She kissed me quickly, turning away from me, heaving her lusty body halfway onto the jetski. My cock painfully tightened harder as her incredible, wet, naked ass perched itself in front of me. Her pussy parted, still lazily opened to the intrusion it had taken willfully. It drooled with glistening sex; water pouring down her clitoris in thin spirals. Her final shove upward ceased unexpectedly as my salivating mouth opened to taste the precious pinkness. My tongue swam inside her. Sharp and thick, it plunged in, fluttering in the sweet nectar. I moaned uncontrollably as I felt her pussy contract against it, tightening against its slippery sides. I kissed the folds madly, feeling them spread against the pressure; kissing me back. She wiggled in erotic pleasure as I firmly plucked at her clit with my constricted lips; delicately flicking my tongue against cute, little button.

She lifted higher, denying me more of her sweetness. She sat reversed on the seat, offering a hand for my escape from the frigid weightlessness. As I stood, dripping, straddling the low seat, she immediately wrapped her fingers around the base of my cock. She delicately lifted it, leaning in, cupping her tongue around my painfully tightened testicles. Slowly, it circled each of them, cautiously sucking and kissing. I felt my consciousness becoming lighter, my legs shaking from the pleasure. Her sparkling eyes fixated on mine as she gently opened her mouth and placed my cock inside it. Tender, loosened suckling about the tip shot waves of euphoric desire through my entire being. Her tongue teased about it, her eyes casting spells. With such restraint, she gently guided my entire length into her mouth. Her glistening lips puckered tightly against the end of my endowment, holding me in.

"Oh God!" The shock of feeling my voice rumbling in my throat mixed with the mind-blowing sensation of her own throat gently tightening and loosening around the tip, overwhelmed me. I trembled as I felt a bead of precum being coaxed from the pinched opening. I moaned loudly, realizing I had never experienced that before. She made several deep returns up me, taking it in fully each time. I held myself solid, contracting every muscle in my body to keep from exploding as her mouth revealed my cock once again. Her tongue seductively fluttering along the underside.

"Turn around," She demanded. I could see in her eyes that she was coming into her own. The fire that raged in them glowed, revealing her sexual intentions without any conflicting moral misgivings.

"Turn around," I thought. Easier said then done on such an unpredictable object. I again, straddled the seat, this time facing away from her. I felt her hand pressing into my back, urging me to bend. Resting my elbows on the vinyl cushion, I curiously waited for whatever kind of sinful deed she was about to commit. I had never been in such a position before.

"Oh... my... GOD!" I yelled. Her tongue flicked wildly below my balls. She traced the tightened skin repeatedly. This was place few women knew about. Only women that had truly explored a man's body were aware of the extreme pleasure we receive from this little hidden place. She pressed her sharp-tipped tongue deep into the tender flesh, working my body into a fever. 

"God, Lucas, your balls are so big! Mmm, they're so fucking big and heavy!" I felt her breath cooling my freshly licked skin as she spoke quietly. Occasionally she would rake her tongue across them, lightly flicking across as they hung relaxed from my body. She further added to the unbelievable pleasure as she tightly wrapped her slender index finger and thumb around my erection, gently masturbating me.

"Oh f-f-fuck yes, Claire!" I stuttered as her sharp, little tongue dragged beyond that secret place. Slowly she circled my asshole, flicking rapidly. I felt as if I would collapse as I fought to stand rigid for the intense sensation. I felt her thin fingernails, lightly dig into my upper thighs as she spread my buttocks further apart; darting the tip of her tongue into the tightened hole. I had never felt such a plethora of exquisite pleasure in my entire life.

And then I felt a pleasure that I didn't exactly know if I was comfortable with. Slowly she eased a lone, saliva-covered finger into my ass, making sure to take her time. I froze in shock from the invasion, having never experiencing such a feeling. Slowly she pulled it back out, only to slide in back into me before it totally escaped.

"Wow," I muttered, amazed at how good it actually felt. Still, I had that ever-present feeling of uncomfortableness.

My legs shook, threatening to buckle out from under me as her finger curled, pressing against me. Massaging inside me. "OH MY GOD, THAT FEELS INCREDIBLE!" I shouted, only to grunt loudly and repeatedly as her tongue returned to my balls; her fingers still masturbating my dripping cock. Trifecta.




Climax in Climax



I never knew my body could feel so good as I threw away all inhibitions to the act. Slowly, I felt this indescribable tingle building internally; taking over my entire body. I had never felt it before, but I was sure it would end in an unbelievable orgasm.

"Not yet," I panted. I pulled away from her, turning on the seat; the unmistakable expression of disbelief still lingering on my face. She sat, legs widely spread on the seat before me. Her large, naked breasts sat high on her chest. The light refracting across the millions of tiny water beads illuminated her entire, bare form. I pulled her legs closer to me. Lowering down, I began to taste her hungry pussy again. She whimpered in fluid exhales, forcefully inhaling, then cooing again as I slowly sucked her juices from deep within her. I gently guided my finger to the rosy, little, puckered button, deciding to return the favor. As I lapped her pristine opening, I slowly slipped my finger carefully into her ass. She panted loudly as I brought her closer to her threshold; calmly fucking her with my tongue and finger. Her body twisted in the late morning sunlight; her whispy breath called for me.

"Lucas... Oh God, Lucas, please fuck me! Please..." Her voice trailed as I pulled myself up over her delicious, slippery body.

I watched excitedly as my cock vanished into her rejuvenated pussy. Her thin shimmering lips sucking against it tightly. My cock thundered inside her as it felt itself being squeezed each time I retreated. I pressed myself against her gorgeous breasts, sliding my chest across them; the cool beads of lake water lubricating my friction against her. I raised my ass high on each exit, gaining momentum as I drove myself deeper and deeper into my lovely cousin's timid pussy.

"Y-y-yes! Fuck me hard, Lucas," she begged. "H-h-hurt me."

The dirty words tickled in my ear as she whispered them, sweetly. She drove me insane!

She bellowed loud and liberally as I obliged her request, fucking her sweet hole recklessly. The undulation of the jetski only added to the intensity as it rocked almost uncontrollably in the water. Her cries echoed through the wooded pines, in our secret place where two kissing cousins became lovers. Where we went to unleash the sexual tension we had felt between each other from first sight. The electricity between us couldn't be denied in this secret place where two young cousins went to fuck on a hot, summer day.

She lifted herself as my thrusts slowed for a short time. "Fuck me from behind," she groaned, motioning me to back up. I stood on the very back edge of the platform as she slid down the long seat, spreading her legs across it; lifting her sun-kissed ass high for me to enter her again. Her back arched wildly, her elbows sank deep in the foamy cushion, forcing her shoulders up.

I decided to give her a little taste of the gratifying uncomfortableness I felt just moments before. Her healthy, firm buttocks spread elegantly from the extreme angle. I held my slippery cock, drenched in my cousin's juices, pressing the fat, pink tip hard against the tiny darkness.

She resisted pathetically, only grunting and jerking lightly as my cock head forced it's way inside. I knew she had done it before. It was easy to tell, with the explicit curiosity she had shown earlier. I watched my shaft slowly melt inside, feeling her buck with each inch sinking deeper and deeper.

I growled like an animal, gritting my teeth as I slowly fucked her tight, little ass. God it was so tight. But I wanted that pussy again. That pretty, wet pussy with all its wonderful intricacies waiting impatiently inside. I quickly yanked my aching dick out, making her inhale loudly from the void. I pressed the shaft down, immediately slamming it completely inside her.

"OH FUCK YES!" She screamed as I drove into her over and over. She yelped in erotic, satisfying pain as I bottomed out deeper within her. Her ass began matching my thrusts, rippling as it collided with my pelvic bone.

"Big fucking balls!" She hissed through tightly closed teeth as my huge testicles slammed into her clitoris like two, massive wrecking balls wreaking their destruction on her body. They slapped loudly against her damp, tacky skin; clinging to her drenched pussy, shearing themselves away each time I retreated for another thrust. I felt the dulling pain from their collisions, but that wasn't enough to slow me down.

I tilted my head to the side, trying to get a good look at her massive melons as I buried my cock in her as hard as I could. Fuck, they looked so fantastic! They swayed crazily, hanging from her and swinging heavily. Unleashed, they crashed into each other, until I caught them firmly. Squeezing tightly, I used them as leverage, Claire's body shook in uncontrolled tremors. She snapped her head back, emitting a barrage of high-pitched squeals as she climaxed.

Funny thing, irony, on this hot, summer day, in this little southern town of Climax, Georgia. Who knew this drab excuse to run away from my own small town; my escape from a failed relationship, would end in a climax of it's own.

Claire's body fell limp. Her ass still perched high on the jetski seat, hesitantly letting me continue. Her spent release welled up inside, filling her. As my eager cock pounded in and out of her satisfied cunt, I could feel her thick juices collecting on the base. Cum oozed from her well-exercised lips and I felt the milky-white sex drip from my balls

But now I wanted her to make me cum. I wanted to see how well she could fuck.

"You're turn," I panted, trying to catch my breath. Sweat had replaced the lake water, now beading on my brow.

"You've gotta be... kidding," she laughed as she weakly pushed herself up on the seat. "Let me.. catch my... breath."

She stood, letting me take her position. I sank down thankfully on the hot, sticky seat, bracing my back against the handlebars. She carefully threw her leg over my waist, easing down slowly. She grimaced as she slid her sore, well-fucked pussy down around my jealous dick. I wanted to cum, damn it!

"Just letting you know, I'm close to cumming right now. So however you want it, I just wanted to give you a heads-up." I knew most girls wouldn't dare let you cum inside them unprotected.

Claire smiled, shyly. God she was amazing. But her face seemed to take on an emotion of confusion.

"What's wrong?" I asked as she began rocking her hips.

"Nothing. Don't worry about it." She lifted her body off of mine, letting her juices lubricate me. I sighed as I watched my cock appear, coated in her beautiful sex, then disappear back inside her.

"Tell me," I coaxed. I didn't really want to know at that moment, but I felt the need to at least try.

"Do you think this is right? I mean us... cousins having sex?"

I realized she had quickly developed the after-sex conscious. That feeling after a good orgasm that it wasn't right. That feeling like you never want sex again.

"Little late for questioning it, huh?" I felt the sting of the coarse answer immediately as it left my mouth. "Come here." I pulled her arm toward me until she laid lightly on my chest. My balls tightened to their limits, almost begging me to set their caged-up demons free. I gently stroked her hair, brushing it away from her face. My throbbing cock still inside her.

"Claire, you're one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. You have a body to commit murder for. The second I laid eyes on you, I wanted to fuck you. That may sound very rude right now. But, I also have no blood in my brain at the moment." Her resulting laughter pushed my cock out a little. "What I mean is, you are incredible. There's not a man on this planet that wouldn't kill to be me right now. This isn't meaningless. But I really did want to have sex with you the moment I saw you."

"I did too... immediately. But then I had to go and find out you're my cousin!" She frowned cutely.

"Bad thing is, I knew you were and I still wanted to."

"So you don't feel bad about this? Fucking your cousin?" She lifted herself back up, sucking me back inside her.

"Not even a bit. I guess if we would've grown up together and seen each other a lot, I might. But I don't even think of you as my cousin. You know what I mean." I paused. "Why do you think the term kissing cousins came about?"

"The North makes fun of us for that, you know?" She laughed.

"Too bad for their narrow-mindedness. Look at the cousin I'm getting to fuck!"

"You said you didn't think of me as your cousin. Then what do you think of me as?" She began rocking lightly against me again.

"A fantastically, sexy goddess, who just so happens to have my naked, desperately-wanting-to-cum cock inside of her right now." I smiled as she closed her eyes, finding a good rhythm in her motions.

"I'm gonna cum again, Lucas." She pressed her breasts together with each palm, lightly pinching her nipples.

"Thinking about how incredibly dirty it is to be fucking your own cousin? How undeniably good it feels to have your good-looking cousin's big cock deep inside you?" I felt my blood begin to race; my head feeling heavy.

"Mmmmhmmm!" She hummed, gyrating her body in the most sexiest way. Her pussy pulled tightly on my cock from each direction, as her luscious hips thrust against me.

I felt the countdown to my explosion drawing nearer. "Remember, I so close to cumming, Claire." I was surprised I had held out that long. She was quite possibly the hottest girl I had ever fucked.

She nodded her head, acknowledging that she heard me as she lowered her hands down onto my stomach. Her eyebrows lifted high; her fingernails clenching into my flesh.

"Oh God! Ooooooh! Oh!" She whimpered as she quickened her tempo. I knew it would be soon, watching her sexy body thrash against my cock faster and faster. Watching her gorgeous, huge boobs lift and fall against her body as she fucked me. Looking at her angelic face, contort with expression from the pleasure.

"I gonna cum, Claire!"

She nodded. "Yes!"

"Claire, I'm gonna cum! If you need to get off, you need to do it now!" I felt my body quake. The overwhelming sensation of sexual gratification taking me under.

"UH! I'm gonna cum too!" Claire thrashed against my cock harder. She dropped her head, concentrating on her movements and how incredible I felt inside her. "COME WITH ME, LUCASSSSS!"

"IN YOU?" I huffed exhaustedly. I couldn't hold back anymore.

"YES! YES! YES! CUM IN ME NOW!" She quickly demanded through staccato breaths.

I inhaled deeply, focusing on her beautiful breasts; concentrating on my glorious dick being fucked so hard by this incredible creature.

"OH...YEEESSSSSS!" I unleashed my pent-up tension, feeling my cum pumping deep inside her. She squealed quietly, in a shallow, airy tone until her body lunged forward against me.

"Oh God, I don't think I've ever came so hard in my whole life," she panted, pressing her lips to mine.

We swam in the dark recesses of the cove, invisible from occasional passing boats. We splashed and played for quite some time, still naked. We kissed and touched and clung to each other, letting the slippery water slip between our bodies.

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When we arrived back at my aunt and uncle's house, they had returned. Who knows how long ago. Claire distracted them as I ran into a spare bedroom to change into dry clothes. I caught sight of the bright red scratches covering my stomach and chest; glad that I could sneak away unnoticed.

We ate our late brunch, smiles permanently painted on our faces, while my aunt and uncle napped.

I gathered my things, stuffing them into the large duffel bag when Claire tip-toed into my room. I stood there, astonished, as she pranced toward me in thin, short, cotton sun dress. Barefoot, of course.

"I wish you didn't have to go, Lucas." She took a step closer. "Even with what happened between us, I needed some one to talk to. I enjoyed seeing you... cousin." She winked as she stepped again, pressing her breasts against me. She knew calling me cousin, vocally committed us to the naughty deed we had done.

"I'm glad I got to meet you, Claire. The cousin I never really knew."

I felt her hand lightly graze against my crotch. Her thin fingers began unbuttoning my jeans.

"I'm glad I got to meet you too." She started unzipping my pants. "I'm even more glad that I got to fuck you."

"Mmmm, me too. It was incredible." Her body looked so delicious with the delicate dress hanging lightly over her exquisite frame. She slipped her hand down my underwear, gently gliding her fingers along my growing cock.

"Here's something to remember me by. Something to think about on your way back home."

Slowly, she knelt before me, bringing my pants down with her. Tenderly, she licked my hardened length, from base to tip, until she eagerly took it in her mouth. She sucked it fully, occasionally tightening around the tip; flicking with her tongue. She gazed into my eyes with sheer lust, pulling the cum from my firm balls; filling my cock with ever-escaping fluids. She sat down on her knees, my cock head still secured between her lips. She winked at me flirtatiously, as she slowly pulled the thin straps of her dress down around her shoulders. God, that fucking wink! She's so fucking sexy! The light material fell from the tops of her breasts effortlessly. She teased, peeling the top almost to her nipples, then back up as her lazy tongue circled the tip of my dick.

I gasped quietly as she finally exposed her entire breasts. She cupped them, pressing them tightly together; growing even bigger. If that could actually happen. She traced the contours of them delicately with her fingertips, still holding me in her mouth. Taking my breath, she quickly fed all of me back in, swirling her tongue around the underside. I bent over slightly to get a feel of those miraculous tits for the last time.

As soon as my fingers touched her smooth, silky-soft skin, I felt my tolerance fading. I lightly bounced the large masses in my palms, feeling the weight of them. I squeezed firmly, amazed at how much bigger they was then my own large, manly hand. My God, they were so unbelievably soft! I felt my body tense, legs slightly shaking.

Claire opened her mouth in front of me, beckoning my cum into it. She firmly masturbated my slippery cock, licking and sucking the tip seductively.

She flattened her tongue as she heard my low, rumbling growl. I stared, dumbfounded, as my cock pumped load after incredible load of warm cum onto her craving palate. It poured out, in shiny spirals, threatening to fill her entire mouth. Soon, the convulsions subsided.

I glared at the heavenly being below me, bare-breasted and displaying my very essence in her dirty, little mouth. She glared back at me with her hungry eyes, then closed them softly. She lightly pressed her lips together and drank down my wonderful seed. Her eyes opened, bright with intensity, like my semen was her source of renewed life. Slowly her tongue escaped her full lips, dragging along the underside of my cock, pulling a residual droplet of cum from the tip; enjoying it's taste as she closed her mouth.

Gently, she rose in front of me, letting her dress fall from her body. I stood in absolute bliss, taking in her naked perfection.

"Goodbye, Lucas. Be safe on your way home." She kissed me passionately letting me faintly taste my own sex. "I have a little something for you. Something we were talking about last night."

I watched her perfect ass sway as she walked across the room. She pulled two small, white cards from her pocketbook and turned, walking back to me. She smiled intensely as she slipped the cards in my hand. She folded her arms behind her, swaying back and forth like an excited little girl.

My mouth dropped wide as I flipped one card over. It was actually a photograph. A very nice one at that.

There, permanently immortalized in vivid color, was my sex kitten of a cousin completely naked on a luxurious bed. My mouth watered as I took in her position. Her dark hair fell in long, wavy curls fixed to look like a movie starlet from a bygone era. Her lips glowed in bright red lipstick, full and pouty with heavily blackened eyelids and mascara. Her cheeks were highlighted in light pink circles of blush. She was lying on her side with nothing on but a pair of patten-black heels with pink, fuzzy balls on top of each. Her hip flared high, contrasting greatly with the opposing curve of her side. She leaned on one elbow as her hand fell relaxed over the bed. A long, black cigarette holder with a thin, gray plume of smoke nestled delicately in between the fingers. Her other arm draped across her side, the thin spindles of her fingers elegantly supported one of her perfect breasts. Her palm gently cupped it. The other gloriously large breast lay in a slight oval as it delicately rested against the bed. Her pussy was completely hairless at the time. Only the thin, faint line of her labia was noticeable with her long, sultry legs closing tightly against it. The picture was beyond sexy.

"My God that's hot, Claire!" My eyes clung to her still-naked body. She only smiled back. "You took this yourself?"

She sat down on the bed, letting her legs fall open. "I had a friend help me with it." Her hand snaked slowly between the deep creases where her upper thigh and hips met.

"Guy?" I asked, oddly jealous.

"No." She winked as her fingers slithered between her legs, lightly stroking at the ever-growing wetness. "Mmm, let's just say I've found other resources to help me cope with my loneliness." She fell back, resting her body on one elbow, gently squeezing one breast in her hand. The other hand attending to her horny, little box. She tenderly sank her middle finger inside it. "Look at the other one."

A shiver crept up my spine as I quickly imagined the sight of her having sex with another woman. I flipped the other photo over, almost disbelieving what I saw.

Again, on a bed, there she was. This time the bed was small, white and girlish-looking. Flowing down each side were sheer, white panels tied to the headboard with big, pink, satin bows. The wall behind the bed was covered in boy band and unicorn posters. I focused my eyes on Claire, her back propped up on frilly pillows against the metal-tubed headboard.

I started at her head, working my way down, making sure I took every detail in. Her hair was slightly lighter brown, much shorter, and tied up high in bouncy pigtails. They both had pointy, little curls at the ends and were held up by little, pink ribbons. I knew instantly that the picture was taken quite a few years ago as I stared excitedly at her tiny, round face. Her cheeks were flushed and bright pink with barely visible freckles dotted about them. Her dazzling, blue eyes were smaller, almost sadder looking, as her eyelids weighed heavily on them. Her nose was nothing more then a cute, little button. It sat in the middle of her face like a marble, also with faint freckles on the bridge. Her lips were much paler then now. They tightened thinly into an adorable smile.

She reclined around dozens of stuffed animals, one of which she clung to, tucking it loosely under one arm. It was a soft, fuzzy, white teddy bear and it inanimately relaxed on its back, snuggling up against her side. I bathed my eyes in her creamy-white skin. She was totally naked except for a shimmery-white, incredibly sexy pair of knee highs. At the top of them, frilly, white tufts of lace dangled delicately. Claire's dainty, little legs were spread wide enough to be considered a split, leaving the lucky recipient of the photo an unobstructed view between them. Her knees bent high as I followed her thin stockings down to her diminutive feet; her heels slightly pressing into the puffy comforter covering her bed. It was a light pink color with some sort of Barbie doll pattern on it.




Climax in Climax



I peeked around the edge of the picture, hearing Claire whimper quietly. She was obviously turned on knowing I was looking thoroughly at the explicit photo of her. Knowing I was enjoying her young, naked body. She quietly fingered herself on the bed as I continued to engulf the nubile vision. My desperately-drained penis tried to stiffen itself again as I faintly heard her juices crackling against the swirling intrusions of her finger. My eyes darted up to her breasts, my mind putting off the best part for last. I compared the younger Claire's breasts with the beautiful, huge globes she now displayed unabashedly in front of me. Back and forth, I went from younger Claire's to present-day Claire's, astonished at the mind-blowing difference in size.

In the photo, they were little more then two dime-sized, almost invisible, pink dots surrounded by soft, alabaster flesh. If I looked close enough, I could make out a hint of shadow around them, telling me that they did have some amount of size to them. But from her straightforward angle, they were almost completely flat except for her teensy nipples.

I stole another quick look at Claire, laying in front of me, fucking herself patiently as I went back to the picture. Immediately I pulled my eyes down her stark, flat tummy; her sides almost having no contour to them at all. My eyes locked between her legs. Amazing. Curiously amazing. I had never seen a pussy that small before. It was the most immaculate thing I think I've ever witnessed. The pale, white triangle of hairless skin above it made it's bright pinkness even more vibrant. It was much flatter then now. There seemed to be no protrusion of her pelvic bone at all. It just curved gradually down until it met her two, tightly clenched buttocks. What an adorable, little butt! It looked no bigger then my hand! Her little pussy was spread opened slightly by two of her, stubby fingers appearing from underneath those cute, little ass cheeks. There were no visible lips at all. I felt my heart racing, imagining how tight that little hole was. It didn't look big enough to slip my pinkie inside it!

My curiosity ran wild as I looked back at Claire, staring at me intently.

"Do you like it?" She quietly asked as she slowly rubbed the tip of her finger against her clit.

"Definitely. You look so fucking adorable!" I glanced back at the photo. "Um, how old were you in this?" I had to know for my own sanity.

Claire giggled. She knew I'd ask. "Not tellin'. But you can guess for yourself."

"Oh come on! I have no clue. Remember, I've only seen you a handful of times."

"I'll tell you what, I'll give you a hint if you..." She tapped her juicy pussy then laid her straightened index finger above it, pointing to it.

I didn't need an invitation. As I lowered down to meet her delicious, little cunt, she cupped it in her hand, closing it off and waving her finger in protest with the other hand. I knelt below her completely confused.

"Not yet. I have another something for you. but you don't get it until you get home and check your email." She slid her pocketbook closer to her, pulling out a small digital camera. "Here, now you get to take a naked picture of me. So that makes four pictures in all. But you can't have the one in the album." She eagerly posed on her back, her legs bent to the side so her soaked pussy melted out from between them. She turned her shoulders toward me so her magnificent breasts would show better. I snapped the shutter and went back to what I wanted.

Claire bit her lip trying to muffle her cries as I slowly lapped her tender opening. Oh God, she tasted so good! I sucked on her tiny clit, pressing my tongue into the slippery center. Her body squirmed as I increased the intensity. Her eyes burned the sight of my face between her naked legs; my tongue devouring her sweet folds.

"Does that picture turn you on, Lucas?" She panted as she whispered.

"Which one?" I looked up into her passion-filled eyes, circling her clit with my firm-tipped tongue.

"The second one."

"Mmmhmmm! You looked so innocent in it. In a way."

Claire twisted her body as she heard the answer spoken to her aloud.

"What do you like most about it?" Her obsession with his responses clicked in my mind.

"Your perfect, little pussy. It looks so tiny and sweet."

"Oh God YES!"

She apparently liked my answer.

"If that were me right now... I mean, if I was that girl in that picture... if I looked just like that right now, what would you do?"

Even though I felt a little uncomfortable answering her, I knew she was apparently fixated on the fantasy.

"What would I do?"

"Yes."

"This." I slowly slipped my tongue inside her pussy, cupping it, pooling the juices from deep inside her.

She caught herself, covering her mouth tightly with her hand, as she yelped. "No. Tell me what you'd do, Lucas."

"Not until I get that hint." I tortured her.

"You bastard!" She laughed between forceful breaths. "Okay..." She thought for a minute. "Um, let's just say I developed quite early." She giggled. "Now tell me!"

I tried to calculate in my mind. I was actually starting to get really turned on myself. "I'd slowly spread your thin, little legs..."

"Mmmhmm. Keep going."

"I would slowly peel off your tight little panties..."

"Yes! Little white ones!"

"Then I would gently touch your smooth, young skin and lightly trace your tiny, pink pussy..." I paused, thinking she would comment, but she had silenced herself in the imaginary touches. "I would slowly bring my mouth to your little pussy, inhaling it's sweet scent. Then, so lightly you almost wouldn't feel it, I'd lick completely up it's soft, little crease." I demonstrated the idea on her now-dripping pussy.

"Oh God yes! I taste so sweet!"

"Then I'd cup your tiny, little ass cheeks in my hands. They're so small, my hands overlap themselves as I delicately ease my hot, wet tongue into your tiny, young pussy." Again, I demonstrated. Claire bucked in convulsions. "I'd kiss it lightly, dipping my tongue inside it over and over; obsessed with it's sweet flavor. I'd constantly satisfy my thirst, drinking your juices. My cock would stand hard with desire as my tongue pressed against your hymen..."

"Oh FUCK YES! MMMMM!" Claire interrupted me, whispering loudly. To the point that I thought she might wake my napping aunt and uncle. "W-w-what would you do with that big, hard cock?"

Now I was getting totally absorbed in the fantasy. I rose between her legs, lowering down as she watched me.

"No. Close your eyes and imagine it." I pressed my revived cock against her pussy. Sweet juices poured from her, drooling down her firm ass. I t eased the tip of my cock into her. "I would slowly press it against your precious, little pussy; trying so hard to squeeze it inside."

"Yes. Oh God yes, my pussy is so tiny. Mmm, my little girl pussy." She quieted herself in the visions behind her closed eyelids, feeling my cock as it separated her tender lips.

"Then I would, very slowly, squeeze my dick inside you until it pressed against your virginity."

"Yeah... You gonna pop my little girl cherry?"

"I sure am, sweetheart. I'm gonna fuck your virginity away like a big girl." I felt my cock already pouring excess semen into her as I closed my eyes imagining it.

"Well do it then. Take my virginity." She cooed as I continued both in the imaginary fantasy and sliding my cock deeper into her.

"I would push my cock against it hard, seeing you squint in pain. Then I would pull my cock out to the very edge, crazed as your innocence pinched tightly around it. Then I would lift your tender, firm, little ass up in my hands... take a few, shallow, practice thrusts... and then... and then..." I waited for her to respond before I went further.

Claire reached beside her, picking up the photograph, laying it lightly under her huge tits. "Look at it while you fuck me. Now pop my cherry." She steadied her body on the bed, clinching the bedspread in her hands.

I pulled my cock almost completely out of her, letting the tip push and pull her pussy lips apart. I looked down at the sweet, little, innocent girl in the picture. My cum constantly drained out of me as I saw the petite, naked girl looking back at me. "Here goes, little one. Time to make you a woman."

"Yes! Yes! Do it! Fuck me! Pop my cherry!"

I slammed the weigh of my body into her, pressing my cock into her as hard as I could as I looked at the picture. Her huge, fantastic tits hovering over them, shaking. Immediately. I balanced my weight against her, using her body to hold me up as I lifted my legs off the floor. Nothing but cock drilling deep inside her and my hands on her ass touched anything.

"Oh god YEEESSSS! I'm cumming! Make my little girl pussy cum!"

I was astonished that was all it took. One thrust deep into her creamy cunt shot a wave of ecstasy throughout her. That's all it took. Her body rippled in a maddening wave of pleasure. One thrust.

As her orgasm subsided, she smiled at me, fighting for oxygen. One thrust; I was still amazed. She was that much into the fantasy.

Apparently she wasn't the only one that didn't need much to cum. Softly, she whispered in my ear as she pulled me down top of her insatiable body. "Cum in my tiny, little girl pussy... Little girls can't get pregnant."

My mind quickly wrapped around the words. Sweetly, yet so fucking dirty, they traveled through my brain. And it couldn't handle such a naughty request. I wondered if that was clue number two. Claire cupped my mouth tightly with her small hand as my throat filled with the sexual exhaust. My orgasm lasted so long that I almost passed out from asphyxiation. I inhaled deeply. So deeply, I thought my lungs would rupture as last few loads of cum burst from my dick.

I collapsed completely on top of her, letting my head rest beside hers. Slowly, I flipped onto my back, looking at her in spectacular lust. After a few moments, I regained myself.

"So... Now are you gonna tell me?"

She turned her body towards me, her luscious curves consuming me. "No." She paused, smiling at the disappointed expression on my face. "But I'll show you instead." She held up both of her hands, spreading her fingers out wide and used them to visually answer my curiosity. My flaccid cock jerked at the shocking display, dripping another two full streams of sex onto my cousin's silky thigh.

She looked down in amazed reaction. "Damn Lucas! Did that turn you on that much?" She gently raked her finger up her soiled thigh. I watched as my glistening cum collect on the side of it as it slid higher. I shook my head at the incredible sight as she lightly pulled her tongue up the shiny finger; my juices stretching onto the pink, flatness.

"Mmm, I'm glad you did that. I almost missed my chance to taste you." She worked the cum around in her mouth, winking.

"So? How does your cousin's cum taste?"

"Oh fuck, Lucas! That turns me on so much now!" She lowered her hand down, tugging slowly on my softened cock. "You taste incredibly sweet, actually. I'm surprised. In fact..." She shimmied her gorgeous form down the bed, searching the tip of my penis. "...I hope you have a little more leftover." She pinched my cock head tightly between her fingers, smiling as she watched a drop squeeze out. She slowly licking it off, already priming me for more. She opened her mouth lazily, and easily coerced my overused manhood inside. Her tongue pressed my sensitive penis against the roof of her mouth as she gently sucked for more of my sweet seed.

"Damn it, Claire!" I whispered, my body wildly convulsing from the extreme jolt of sensations as she flicked her tongue against the tip. "You're gonna fuckin' kill me!"

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I said my goodbye's to everyone, making sure that I waited until Claire's daughters got home from school. Clarie followed me out to my car, carrying a travel mug filled with coffee as an excuse to get one last bit of time with me. She leaned in through my window, letting her wonderful tits hang in front of me. I still couldn't shake the curiosity.

"So who took the younger picture of you?" I made sure to unzip the side pocket of my duffel bag just in case I wanted to steal a look at my gorgeous, naked cousin on the way back home.

She smirked at me naughtily. "Well... if I tell you, you gotta do something for me." She squeezed her tits together until her small nipples poked halfway out of her top. She laughed as I rolled my eyes. "Just kidding. Um, my boyfriend took it."

"You had a boyfriend at that age?"

"Well, he wasn't my age." She knew she peaked my curiosity even more.

"How old was he?"

"Can't tell ya that, for sure. But I've never dated anyone close to my age. Only older guys."

"But, I'm younger then you, Claire."

She leaned in and gently kissed my lips. She whispered, "I know you are. But you're my cousin... and all we did was fuck." She sensed I might take her last comment the wrong way. "And it was wonderful, Lucas."

I agreed but something in me wouldn't let the subject of the picture go unanswered.

"Claire, what's your fascination with that picture and fantasizing that you're still that age while we had sex?"

Claire held her breath for a moment acting annoyed. "Because I lost my virginity that night."

My mouth dropped as she admitted the unconceivable statement.

"Are you fucking serious?"

"Yes, I am. He took that picture, like only a few minutes before we had sex."

"So what's all the fascination over it?"

"Honestly? It was one of the hottest experiences I've ever had. To be fucked at such a young age by a man that was old enough... um, you know guy, I mean." Her faced flushed in embarrassment.

"MAN? Old enough to be what, Claire?"

"Just drop it, okay? I just mixed my words up. Anyway, it was so special. Sometimes I like to relive it. So if the lucky guy is willing, I imagine it's happening all over again. That's why I came so fast."

I didn't know how to feel at that moment. I was totally confused and I was almost certain she meant what she claimed she messed up in saying. "So, wait a minute. Why did you even have those pictures in your pocketbook? It just seems kinda weird that we were laughing at your naked baby pictures and you just happened to have two more of you, older, of course, in your pocketbook."

"It's actually quite strange. It's completely a coincidence that we ended up seeing my naked baby picture. When you left, last night, I think I fingered myself half a dozen times thinking about fucking you. I know I lied, before. I couldn't think of anything other then having sex with you, even after I found out you were my little cousin. So before I left to come over here, I went and found the nude of me that my girlfriend took. I didn't really think I'd give it to you. Hell, I was certain nothing would happen between us. I had actually thought that if nothing happened, I was going to hide that picture in your bag so you could find it when you got home. I was going to leave you a note telling you exactly how I felt; everything I'm telling you now and ask you to come back just to see me one day." She blurted through the confession with blazing speed.

"But what about the other picture?"

She sighed, preparing herself for round two. I could see her embarrassment. It was adorable. "Um, well... I leave that one in my purse." Her expression was precious as she shied away from me.

"Okay, and why is that?"

"I told you, Lucas. It was an amazing experience. Occasionally, I like to pull it out and remember that night. I know, I'm a weirdo. But after everything that happened with you and I, I decided to give you the older picture to remember me by. And it was just so weird that you said that comment last night. Something about how it was a shame no one updated the naked baby picture. So it just fell together. You saw me naked as a baby, you saying that, and the two nudes of me at different ages in my life."

"That is weird. Well, do you want the one you keep in your purse back? I mean, since it means so much to you?"

Claire smiled sweetly. "No. It's okay. I have more of them." She diverted her eyes to the front door, imagining someone was there. "Listen, I gotta go get my babies back home. I had an incredible time, Lucas."

"Me too, Claire. And you have a date. i'll come up and see you when I can."

Claire nodded as she leaned down to kiss me; her eyes turned sharply to the front door of the house. She slid her tongue through my lips and pulled away. "Bye, Lucas."

She raised a bit in the window, slowly peeling her top down to give me one last indulgence at their gorgeous perfection. It quickly cupped them, squeezing tightly and raked me tongue across each nipple.

"I'm gonna miss those!"

"I know you are, cousin. Bye now."

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So now I find myself driving, on my way back home. Back to the normal. Back to the daily grind of life. No radio this time. My thoughts are completely consumed with what happened between me and my gorgeous cousin. Of course her sexy, little pictures made it out of the duffle bag. I think I've almost wrecked at least ten times looking at them. You should see them. They'll blow your mind.

I feel no guilt, at least not now. Who knows if I'll ever see her again. But I know she'll fill a place in my mind that I'll go to to remember such a hot day on a peaceful lake. I know I'll laugh and think back every rare time I hear the name.

Climax, Georgia.



Climax on Adin Summit



Once upon a time, not so long ago my old reliable Volkswagen van dutifully chugged away the miles while my girlfriend and I babbled endlessly and took delight in the passing scenery as dusk settled over the mountain landscape. It was always an adventure when we set out on the road for one of our frequent sojourns. Judy and I would make the 400 mile drive to our friend's home a couple times a year as a weekend getaway or to visit as we began a much longer road trip. Our friends lived in the far northeast corner of California, where the last of the majestic Sierra Nevada mountain range meets the high desert plateau of Nevada and the Great Basin. The drive was always beautiful in its forever changing and geologically rugged landscapes, whatever the season. 

For over 5 hours, we had been driving. The sun had set leaving only the brilliant stars, like diamonds thrown on black velvet overhead and all around. Our headlights stabbed out to barely light the narrow corridor of the highway and not much else. We were traveling highway 299 east of Adin. A quaint little town, Adin was typical of the population in this part of the country. The town folk roll up the sidewalks after dark and pack them away until dawn. You were lucky to find a gas station or cafe open after 9 P.M. in this small rural paradise. It was just past midnight now and there was little traffic in this rural area when Judy reached over and began playfully rubbing the bulge in my pants. Traveling always made us horny and either she or I would sooner or later start up something sexual with other. Maybe it was the vibrations from the road or the boredom of the dark that got us going. This was a game we played whenever we went any distance. Sometimes I would play with her breasts or even finger her as we drove along. She would wear a skirt or dress with no panties so I would have access to her charms whenever I wanted. She would hike her skirt up around her hips so that she could tease me and play with herself. She knew I liked to watch her. Other times she would make a bed for herself out of blankets between the bucket style seats and lay so I could easily stroke her clit and finger her, often to orgasm. 

This time it was for me! My pants had become quite uncomfortable and so I lifted myself off the seat as she struggled, pulling one leg down and then the other. I was completely exposed and my cock stood at military attention. Her warm hand fondled the length of my shaft as we drove on in silence each of us consumed in our own fantasy. Soon her head would be in my lap, tantalizing me as I forced myself to concentrate on the road ahead and not the scene below. She knew just what to do to play my aching hard on to the fullest, taking me nearly to orgasm, then backing off just enough to let me recover before starting again. It was a diversion we had played many times before. Over an hour drive lay ahead so she took her time teasing me and I loved it. The occasional vehicle would pass by and it was titillating to know they had no idea what was happening as they rushed by, trapped in their own world of steel and glass. 

We soon began the long, slow climb over Adin Pass, occasionally stopping the action so that I could shift gears up or down as needed. Judy was paying no attention to the traffic, that was my job. It was challenging dividing my concentration between the sensations she aroused and the broken yellow line racing by. Her cadence increased, faster and faster, until I was hopelessly caught by my skyrocketing passion. All I wanted at that moment was to orgasm. Like breaching the event horizon of a black hole my climax was inevitable, filling me with uncontrollable sexual tension. I stiffened, pressing my feet hard against the floorboard lifting my ass off the seat to afford her better access. Judy knew just what I liked, sucking on the head and pulling the skin back and forth along the rigid shaft with her hand. 

"I'm going to come, baby! It's right there, I can't stop it." 

I thought she would let up and stop but she continued her assault as the first orgasmic wave filled my senses. She wouldn't stop and I couldn't stop. 

"Oh...god...mmm...oh fuck that feels so good..." 

She was in perfect timing with my pulsing ejaculations and her sucking mouth. My mind spun out of control and I was convinced I would pass out from the intensity. It felt as though the entire van was shaking and bucking as wave after wave coursed through my shuddering body.

"What a mind-blowing orgasm!" I thought. 

As my thoughts returned to the road and I opened my eyes I was shocked to realize what the shaking and bucking was. We were still on the road but barely. The engine was lugging down in fourth gear trying to climb the steep incline that was Adin summit! We were only doing about 10 miles an hour, the engine coughing and straining against the pull of the hill. I quickly shifted down and pulled into a wide area off the road to get myself together. I had totally forgotten that I was driving during my earth-shaking climax. 

I looked at Judy, smiling broadly, and said between jagged breaths, "Don't you realize we could have been killed? I could have run us off the road! Oh my god, that was so hot!" She just smiled and made me promise to return the favor when we got to our friend's house. 

We took a few minutes to walk around the van and reclaim our sanity, then drove on. This was proving to be a great weekend! 



Climax to a Confession



Reluctant. That's the word. 

I had no else to blame, since I was the one who said yes to the task, so I opened the car door reluctantly and climbed the four wide steps to the front door of Valley Manor Nursing Home. I rang the bell and waited for the buzzer that would unlock the red wooden door.

Perhaps it was some measure of guilt that inclined me to agree to Pastor Jim's request to visit Hazel at Valley Manor. My own mother had died there several years ago, and I had always felt I'd never gone often enough. My mother always denied being disappointed in the frequency of my visits and if she was lying, she hid it well, but I know I was disappointed in myself. So here I was today, in no position to disappoint Mrs. Hazel Chandler who was over the top at the prospect of my visit.

The receptionist, a scruffy but competent enough looking young man with the name Charl H. on his Valley Manor name badge welcomed me and called for Hazel. "You can wait for her here. She likes to wheel herself out to greet people."

Waiting for Hazel, I perused the bulletin boards with their cheery but childlike messages designed to keep the resident's spirits up. It always seemed that once people entered places like Valley Manor, they began to be treated like toddlers, to be entertained and kept out of trouble.

The changeable date and weather sign proclaimed, "Today is Wednesday, March 8, 2014. Make it a great day! Weather: Mostly cloudy, chance of sun late afternoon." I hoped that forecast predicted my day once I left here.

At last, Hazel emerged from the elevator and rolled herself easily over to my side. In an embarrassingly loud voice she proclaimed, "I hope Charlie here made you feel welcome." Charl just smiled.

She motioned for me to lean down and whispered secretively in my ear, "He's nice enough, but the hot one comes in at three o'clock." She seemed delighted in her attempt to shock me.

"I'll be sure to take a look on my way out then," I replied as conspiratorially as I could, hoping Charl was too busy tending to important matters like checking the residents' bus schedules to notice that women who could be his mother and grandmother were comparing his rear end to that of his co-worker. Maybe he would have been flattered.

Hazel led me up the elevator and down the broad hallway toward the common room where she wanted us to meet. Along the way, I peered into the rooms of other residents, some of whom we visible. Hazel seemed among the perkier of Valley Manor's clientele, a fact which surprised me given how Pastor Jim had described her.

"I think she is failing," he had said. "Doesn't have as much to say as she used to. Not repeating herself yet, but I think she reckons her time is coming."

"Any special topic I should either address or avoid?" I'd asked.

"Well, Linda," he had offered thoughtfully, "I'm not sure exactly what it is but I have a sense she has a confession to make, you know, before she can be at peace. I've given her every opportunity to speak it out loud, but she's never let it out. Maybe she'll reveal it to a woman."

So there I was, a reluctant woman on someone's idea of a mission to help an old lady get ready to die. I suppose I've run less noble errands.

* * *

Hazel and I spent about an hour getting to know one another. Turns out she and my mother had been great friends and bridge partners once upon a time. I never even knew my mother played bridge. I must have been away at college.

As I began dropping subtle hints that I probably needed to be leaving, I could detect no impending revelation of Hazel's misdeeds. I had imagined her lamenting she hadn't been a good enough wife or mother, something like that, but nothing of the sort was forthcoming. I was surprised to find myself feeling vaguely disappointed. Not that I really wanted to have to respond to anything, but Pastor Jim had piqued my curiosity and I guess I selfishly wanted something out of the visit for me too so I could say I had helped the old woman in some way.

Maybe that's why I suddenly blurted out, "Hazel, have you ever done anything you've regretted?"

"Something I've regretted?" she asked, as if to make sure she'd heard me correctly.

Suddenly embarrassed, I backpedalled, "Yes, but I'm sorry I asked. You don't have to answer. I should go." I stood up.

"Something I've regretted," she said again, but this time with a pondering tone. She lowered her head and drew her hands together to an almost prayerful pose. "Something I've regretted," she repeated again slowly.

Now I was the one with something to regret. I feared I'd opened that proverbial can of worms with no way to stuff the wriggling mess back in.

"Yes," she announced suddenly. I held my breath.

"It may not be what you expect, but yes," she said with the same mischievous tone she'd taken about Charl's afternoon replacement. "Sit down," she commanded. I obeyed.

"It is not so much something I regret doing, but rather what I regret not doing, even when I knew better." I imagined she had witnessed a murder and chose not to tell anyone.

"Yes, I knew better," she said with a rueful tone. "You see, I led them on. There were three of them. Sailors they were. Then, I couldn't stop it. And I never told a soul."

"You were raped?" I gasped. This was more than even Pastor Jim had bargained for.

"Raped?" she laughed. "Heaven's no, honey. You can't rape the willing!"

Seeing the relieved but puzzled look on my face, she smiled. Pausing to look around the room to see which of her fellow Valley Manor residents might be in earshot, she said softly, "Let me tell you a story." 

* * *

I was forty-six years old before I had my first orgasm. I wasn't really the revolutionary type back then. Couldn't understand all those young people and their protests and sit-ins and burning down our cities, and all of that. I just wished they would leave us alone, but you couldn't escape. It was on the news all the time. I can't imagine what that poor Walter Cronkite must have felt having to read that on the television every single night.

I guess maybe I was just born too soon to be part of that whole wave. By the time that so-called sexual revolution came along, I was almost too old to pick up my children from kindergarten, much less pick up some long-haired hippy freak for a quickie in the back of a van. I mean, my tits were starting to sag and they were whipping theirs out all over the place.

But I guess they wore me down. I started to wonder if there was something more to this sex thing than what I was having with Harry. I mean, I wasn't a complete prude. I let Harry put himself in from behind a few times and he seemed to enjoy it. I think they called that doggie-style or something, I don't remember. Anyway, sex with Harry wasn't bad. At least I didn't think it was bad, but what did I know? That's what I was beginning to think.

And there was that word people kept using: orgasm. Orgasm this, orgasm that. Orgasm, orgasmic, orgy, oppression, all their words seemed to begin with the letter "O". The "Big O," I remember people calling it. And so one day after Harry had left for the office and the kids were on the school bus I looked it up in the dictionary. I don't remember the exact definition it gave but I remember being drawn to one of the words there: climax. I thought I knew what that word meant. 

* * *

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Eighty-nine year old Hazel Chandler talking about her tits and orgies!

"Are you sure you want to be telling me about this?" I interrupted.

"Yes, dear," she said matter-of-factly. "I have to tell someone. Before it is too late." So Pastor Jim was right.

And she continued. 

* * *

Like I was saying, this word "climax" intrigued me. And it was a lot less embarrassing to use, not that I talked to anyone about it, but I did sort of imagine having conversations that might use the word "climax," like if one of those stoned girls in the street might have tried to make me talk about that sexual revolution. I think I even worked it into some of our dinnertime conversations to see if Harry would raise an eyebrow. But he never did.

I had learned from the dictionary that Harry had climaxed. I mean, I got pregnant and everything, but I was beginning to wonder if I had ever, you know, climaxed. And to tell you the truth, it was starting to bother me, not knowing. It felt good when Harry and I would have sex, but "climax" seemed like a much bigger conclusion to the whole thing than I ever seemed to have. I mean there was nothing climactic to it, if you know what I mean. And it's not like we had sex very often. He worked very hard, and travelled a lot. And there were the kids. It was a different time than now.

There were times I really wanted to talk to Harry about it, but I just couldn't. I mean, he heard the same news I did, and he never said a word about it. I really kind of felt very alone for a few months there. Not empty, mind you, but alone, alone with my questions.

Well, one day, I finally just decided I'd better get this worked out, or it was going to drive me nuts. But I didn't have a clue where to begin. Then I remembered driving downtown through what they used to call the red light district, where prostitutes were supposed to hang out. Once or twice I had seen them kind of hiding in doorways, but they never came out when the lights were red. But there were also a bunch of bars along that stretch of road, and that was where they must hang out, those hookers, so I figured maybe I should try to learn from someone who should know what they were talking about. I know it sounds crazy, but I just couldn't talk about it with any of my friends, including your mother, God rest her soul. Where else could I go?

And so I went. There was this place called the Evergreen and it looked a little less, how shall I say, shoddy, than the rest? So once when Harry was away on one of his trips, and his mother had taken the kids to their bungalow for the weekend, I finally summoned the nerve, and got ready to go. I figured I should look decent, so I spent a while and finally found a dress that I hoped wouldn't be too out of place. I had no idea, really, how you would dress for one of those places, but I did my best. And I think I had a drink or two while I was getting ready, in case I lost my nerve. I mean, here I was, a forty-six year old wife and mother sneaking out to some seedy bar downtown to ask some hookers about what a climax was like! God, that was insane! 

* * *

Insane was only beginning to describe how I felt as Hazel told me her story. It was insane for me to be here, for her to tell me all this, insane for me to think that all this happened when I was what, six years old? Where was my mother hanging out back then? At Bernie's, the bar that used to be next to the Evergreen?

"Hazel, I really think that is enough for today," I said. I really needed to get out of there.

"Oh no, you don't!" She scolded me. "You asked. Now sit down." I obeyed once again. 

* * *

Like I was saying, I was so afraid I would lose my nerve on the way, I poured myself a cocktail while I got dressed. And then another. I probably shouldn't even have been driving, but I knew that if I didn't go that very night, I would never go. So I went.

I remember there was a parking space right out front, so I took it. I can't believe I wasn't worried someone would recognize our car, but I guess I wasn't thinking as clearly as usual from the booze. My hand was shaking so hard that I could barely open the door. But then, someone leaving opened it from the inside and there I was suddenly standing in the open doorway and I thought every eye in the place must be on me and my dress, which I was sure must have totally given me away as being in the wrong place. 

I guess I didn't really have to worry about that because there wasn't anyone there! Just the bartender. I think maybe that is why I stayed, since there was no one to see me. So I sat in a booth where I could see the door and I ordered another drink, a gin and tonic, I think.

And then it happened. I saw my first hooker. She was a black woman with kind of wild hair and leather pants, and she sat down at the bar. I noticed her and the bartender looking in my direction with smiles on their faces. What trouble was I getting myself into?

Pretty soon another woman came in, a blond in a short skirt, loose top, and streaky makeup. I was clearly overdressed. She joined the other hooker at the bar and began sipping a drink. So the hookers were here. Would there be any men? I think they called them johns back then?

I was watching the door so intently to see if any men would show up, and what they would do, that I didn't notice the two women until they were seating themselves in my booth. I was so startled, I spilled what was left of my drink, and so I grabbed some napkins and frantically started cleaning up the mess. That's when the black woman put her hand on my arm and said, "Relax, lady. There's always more booze here somewhere. You want another one?"

I guess I said yes, because the bartender brought over another really big gin and tonic while we finished cleaning up the spill. I remember that there were three ice cubes. Isn't that a funny thing to remember?

"Hey," the blonde said finally. "Are you looking for a little of this?" she asked while revealing a quite a bit more of her tits by opening up her shirt with her thumb. 

"This?" I asked. I was so stupid.

"Yeah, this," she sneered. "Are you looking for some pussy or not? I mean, that's why people come here, ya know." Boy, did I have a lot to learn.

It was now or never, I thought. So I announced, as carefully as I could, given how much I had already drunk, "No, I am not looking for Pussy, whoever she is. I want to learn about climaxing," and they roared with laughter. 

* * *

I laughed too, and Hazel started laughing at the memory of it. Maybe I could stay a little longer.

"And so what did they tell you about climaxing?" I asked with more interest that I should have as a visitor from the church.

"Oh, they told me a lot," she said seriously.

* * *

So the black woman's name was Pip, and the blonde was Tanya, and they were very kind to me. Once they realized that I was not some suburban lesbian looking for some action, they had mercy on me and told me everything I wanted to know. But boy did I struggle with that vocabulary! They kept talking about cocks and cunts, and cumming and blow jobs and eating pussy. I thought I was in a foreign country! I learned about ass fucking, and the difference between dildos and vibrators. Honestly, I think they were just trying to shock me, and it was working. Between this bewildering amount of information and my fifth drink, my head was spinning. We were having a great time.

Seeing as how they were being so nice to me, I guess I was feeling at ease enough to finally ask, "So, what do I need to do to climax?"

"Honey, all you have to do is stick your hand down your panties, and give that thing a tickle," said Tanya knowingly.

"What thing?" I asked.

"Your clit," she said, "that button at the top of your pussy."

And as soon as she said that, I realized that indeed I was suddenly feeling something quite like a button that needed to be pushed. I had been so busy paying attention and learning, that my mind was the only part in gear. Suddenly, my body was catching up.

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And so was mine. At first my mind was racing to process words like cock and pussy and ass-fucking coming out of the mouth of an eighty-nine year old woman in a wheelchair, but as her story continued, suddenly I recognized the first signs of wetness in my own crotch. I wasn't sure which was more shocking, her story, or the fact that it was beginning to turn me on.

"So you went home and had sex with Harry, right?" I said, hoping for a quick end of the story that would allow me to escape before any of the other residents, or heaven forbid, Charl, noticed my cheeks flushing and my nipples beginning to harden. I mean, this wasn't how I'd usually gotten turned on, by porn and the like. Frank was always trying to get me to watch videos or read erotica, but I'd refused. 

"No, silly. I told you he was out of town. I met those sailors instead."

"The sailors?" I asked a little too loudly. "All three of them? I thought you meant you'd had three affairs through the years."

"No honey, they were all on just one night."

"I need a drink of water," I said and this time she didn't tell me to sit down. I went to the water cooler with my head absolutely spinning, but telling myself that someone needed to hear the poor woman out, you know, before it was too late. When I returned and sat down, she began again.

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So I went to the bathroom at the Evergreen, closed the door to the stall, and that's where I had my first orgasm. At the age of forty-six. I sat there with my dress pulled up around me and I thought about what I had done with Harry so many times before, combined with all this new stuff Pip and Tanya were telling me, and before I knew it, I had my own sexual revolution, and I climaxed.

When I came out of the bathroom, they were laughing so hard they probably peed themselves. I must have looked like a wild-eyed virgin on her wedding night. "So," Pip said, "everything go OK in there?" and then they started howling again.

"I think so," I tried to say with a straight face.

And just then, the door opened and three young men walked in.

"Are those all johns?" I whispered to Pip and Tanya.

"No, I think their names are Tom, Dick, and Harry," Tanya replied, and they burst into laughter again.

"Are they looking for sex?"

"I'm pretty sure they are," said Pip with a smirk. "Why don't you go ask them?"

I was going to protest that I could never do such a thing, but they came right over to the booth and asked if they could sit with us. Pip said sure, so they asked what we were drinking and went off to the bar to order the drinks. As they waited for the bartender, Tanya asked me, "Do you want to have a little fun? Why don't you pretend you are one of us, just until things get rolling? We'll take it from there."

Alcohol can make you do some pretty risky things. It made me say yes to their silly plan, and the next thing I knew, Jake, Thomas, and Marshall, those were their names, were sitting with what they thought were three prostitutes. They were just kids, really, and sailors, like I said, out for a night on the town. They looked innocent enough, although it looked like Marshall might have had a little more experience than the others. He kept looking at me intently in the eye.

We carried on for a while, flirting and drinking. I used the word cunt for the first time when Jake asked me what my favorite word was for my vagina because I couldn't really remember any of the other words I had just learned. Their attention flattered me and I began to feel quite warm and relaxed, and my clitoris began to call my attention once again. I was sure this social time was just for my benefit. Pip and Tanya didn't get paid to socialize. Even back then, I knew that prostitutes weren't in the game for the sex, but they were playing along for me, and I was enjoying it. 

And there we all were when Marshall suddenly turned to me and said, "Why don't we continue this party somewhere more comfortable?" as if I were in charge of the negotiations! I looked to Pip for help who said, "Yeah, we know a place." And the next thing you know, we are walking down the street, each of us with a sailor on each on our arm, as if we were going to the movies. If you didn't know what was supposed to happen next, you'd think it was pretty sweet.

But Pip and Tanya stopped us at a little hotel a couple of blocks from the Evergreen. And I realized that it was time for them to do their jobs and me to go home, now that I had, you know, climaxed and all. 




Climax to a Confession



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Whew, I thought. Thank God this story was coming to a conclusion. I mean, her story was actually pretty funny and kind of arousing and all, and she was clearly enjoying telling it, but there was just something so unnerving about it. Why was she telling me this? 

Hazel noticed my attention wandering. "Well, do I get to finish my story or not?" she asked rather impatiently.

"Umm, yes, sure you do," I stammered. Where else did I have to go really? Frank wouldn't be home for hours and the kids had their afterschool activities. Hazel probably wasn't going to have many more opportunities to get this off her chest.

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So I was all set to leave when Tanya pulled me aside and whispered, "Hazel, they say it's no deal if there isn't one for each of them. But listen, once we get upstairs, we'll make them forget all about the numbers and you can leave then." Now, I may not have had an orgasm until then, but I wasn't stupid. It sounded like a dubious plan to me. But then I thought about how much time they had spent with me and how they needed to make a living, and who was I to cheat them out of that. Well, that, plus that my panties were unbelievably wet from all the sex talk we were exchanging and I was still pretty drunk. So I figured I would go upstairs for a few minutes, like she said, and once they were all occupied, I'd sneak out.

I guess I haven't told you about these sailors yet, have I? Well, like I said, they were pretty young, maybe nineteen, twenty, could have been my sons really. And they were very handsome. Not like you would think that people who go to prostitutes look like. Jake was the shortest, but also the broadest and sturdiest. I could picture him working one of those big guns on a ship. Thomas was a pretty average fellow, but handsome in his own way. Kind of saw him with a clipboard, keeping things moving along. And then there was Marshall, the one who seemed to be a little more experienced. He was also the tallest and reminded me something of my Harry. Maybe that's why he seemed to me more like the captain.

Anyway, we get upstairs and there is this enormous bed in the room with a couple of chairs to the side, over by the bathroom. And those boys started taking off their clothes, and so did Pip and Tanya and I decided I'd kind of wait it out in the bathroom, according to the plan. So I excused myself and ran some water to make it sound like I was busy or something, which I kind of was, because I actually started touching myself again, thinking about what was probably going on out there. Oh, it felt good. This time I slipped my finger inside my cunt for the first time and felt how wet I was. And that lubrication really did a number on my clit, and I climaxed again even faster than the first time. I really had been missing out on a lot.

So there I was kind of fixing myself up getting ready to leave, because I really couldn't be in that motel with prostitutes and johns even if I had just fingered myself in the bathroom, and I realize that the door to the bathroom was still kind of open, and I can hear Jake and Thomas oohing and aahing. Now was my chance. So I open the door just a little more to see if the coast is clear and there I see Pip on her back with Jake's and Thomas's cocks in her hands. Their eyes are rolling back in their heads so I open the door a little more and there is Tanya bent over with Marshall's dick in her mouth and he doesn't look like he is paying attention to too much else, and so I step out quietly and make for the door.

And I'm at the door, and I have my hand on the doorknob, and I look over at Pip to catch her eye to say thanks and bye, and instead of "bye," she mouths to me silently, "Stay." And then I see her long slender hands running up and down their hard shafts and her tits moving from side to side, and I freeze. I just freeze. I can't move. All I can do is watch as their cocks get harder and longer. And I'm thinking that I've never touched Harry like that, that I barely know what his penis looks like even after all these years.

And then I saw Tanya's pussy, just staring me in the face while she was bent over with her ass in the air giving Marshall that blowjob. Her pussy lips were like a work of art. And I thought, is that what I look like too? 

And then Pip mouths silently to me again, "Stay" and that was it. Something just kind of snapped inside me. I set my purse on the floor, right there in front of the door, and I dropped my coat there too, and I still can't believe it, even today, but I went right over there and I took a hold of Thomas's cock and I just started touching it, trying my best to imitate what Pip was still doing to Jake. And it felt huge in my hand, much bigger than my Harry's. It was almost as intoxicating as all those gin and tonics I had been drinking. And then it was like it wasn't enough and so I reached over and I grabbed a hold of Jake's dick too, and there I was, Mrs. Hazel Chandler, on her knees, jerking off two sailors in a cheap downtown hotel.

I was so busy I hadn't noticed that Tanya had gotten up and brought Marshall over to me, and suddenly his big cock is staring me in the face, and I didn't know what else to do but copy what Tanya had been doing. So I took it in my mouth and I just started sucking. I didn't know if I was doing it right, but he didn't seem to mind, because he started moving his hips, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. And I couldn't move because I still had those other two dicks in my hands. So I took him in as far as I could, and he just kept moving and moving until suddenly he jerked quickly and his semen - I think the girls had called it cum before - his cum started filling my mouth. I swallowed what I could. It was definitely a new sensation. And finally he pulled out and collapsed on the bed.

Tanya come up behind me and pulled my off the bed. I was sorry to let go of those magnificent young dicks. But then she began unbuttoning my dress, while Pip was reaching underneath and slipping off my panties. Pretty soon I was completely naked, except for my shoes, there in front of five strangers. It makes me tingle even now, just thinking about it.

And then Pip spoke up, "Boys, Hazel here is a little behind in her climaxes," and she drew that last word out in a way that made it sound just like it had felt as I had shuddered beneath my finger in those bathrooms. "If you can make her come three times, this one is on the house." And she and Tanya sat down to watch, and, I could tell, to protect me, although I was sure I wasn't in any danger.

Jake and Thomas sprang up and lead me once again to the bed, each of them unbuckling a shoe, and carefully removing them from my feet. Like professionals, they each took a hold of one of my legs and began to caress me from ankle to thigh. Their warm hands massaged my muscles, finishing the job of relaxing me that the drinks had begun. Closer and closer they came to my inner thighs, their cocks bumping into my knees, and whatever reluctance may have remained disappeared as I instinctively opened my legs wide for them to reveal my pussy. I hoped it was as beautiful as Tanya's but I wasn't going to hide it from them even if it wasn't. 

Jake approached it first, caressing my pubic area, inching closer and closer to my clit, and my waiting lips. Finally, he brought his thumb across my knob and I gloried in the feeling of a new kind of touch, hot on the heels of my own just a little while before. Around and around he circled on it, and I arched my pelvis to push harder against him, and he obliged by pushing firmly back. Jake the gunner knew how to work my machinery.

When my breathing began to really speed up, so did his thumb. I was almost panting now. This was so different than anything that had happened in bed with Harry. Faster and faster Jake rubbed me until suddenly I grabbed his hand and forced the heel of it hard against my clit to cover every last bit of it as I climaxed for the first time under a man's hand. My whole body clenched, and then I fell back onto the bed quivering.

"There's one," said Tanya.

It must have been clear to the guys that I really didn't know what I was supposed to do next, so they took my by the arms and guided me to resume stroking their cocks. It was the least I could do, for what they had done for me. I didn't feel very energetic but what I was doing seemed to be working. They stiffened up again fully, and I felt kind of proud of myself. 

Marshall then came over and began caressing my breasts, commenting on how big and firm they were. My chest rose to meet his touch. He bent over and took one of his nipples in my mouth, and playfully sucked on it while continuing to play with the fullness of my other breast. Harry had touched me there before, but never quite like this, like it was for me, and not just for his own arousal. Soon he began switching sides, back and forth, and the attention he was giving my breasts began to work its way down once again to my crotch. I reached my hand down to touch myself, but Thomas intercepted it and parted my thighs to place his tongue there instead.

Wow. A finger was one thing, but this was bliss, let me tell you. Thomas the clipboard clerk worked on me with the same attention to detail I had imagined he would use on duty. He licked me up and down, and side to side, and in and out, and every which way. I am sure I was moaning loud enough for them to hear me back at the Evergreen two blocks away. He sucked on my clit until I was trembling, and then let it go, so he could jab his long tongue all the way up in my hole, where only Harry, and until a little while ago, I, had been before. I felt the tip of his tongue exploring me, deeply and fully, and when he started pulling it out of me, I was just about to object, but before I could he replaced it with his middle finger, which he started to use to massage me from the inside out while his lips and tongue continued on my clit. Oh my, it was heaven, let me tell you. I had no idea what I had been missing.

Well, it wasn't long before he had worked a second finger up me and was ramming them both in and out while I writhed on the bed impaled on him. Jake and Marshall had stopped what they were doing to come and hold my hands over my head, each of them massaging my palms and licking and sucking my fingers. Getting it from both ends quickly brought on that second orgasm, and I grabbed the backs of their heads and pulled them toward my breasts and squeezed poor Thomas's head between my thighs. His fingers filled me and I squeezed them there too as I came, hoping I wouldn't break them and ruin his chances for a clerical promotion, but unable to do a thing about it. I collapsed again.

Pip said sweetly from her chair, "One more to go." And with that, she and Tanya came over and began sucking the three cocks between the two of them while I rested. I couldn't believe my body could respond like that, especially with hookers and strange young sailors, but the months of mystery about orgasms, and the hours of education I had received at the bar had unlocked something. I turned to my side and enjoyed seeing the three young men receive pleasure from these two professionals that I now felt like I could call friends.

With cocks now ready to salute me, they pulled me up on my hands and knees. Thomas positioned himself under me and they lowered me down on him. I welcomed his cock where his fingers had been. I felt wonderfully full. Jake came around and offered my mouth his cock, which in gratitude, I received. Thomas began thrusting up into me while I moved my mouth up and down on Jake. It was glorious. I felt simultaneously in control and yet at their mercy. I can't say I'd felt either of those things with Harry.

And then, just when I thought things couldn't get any more intense, Marshall came over behind me and put his tongue on my asshole. Right there, on my asshole! It only took a moment for me to get over whatever misgivings I had about it though, because there was so much going on I could barely take it all in. Thomas was fucking me wholeheartedly from below, Jake was gently but firmly holding my head while I used my tongue all over his dick, and so when Marshall licked his finger and then slowly started to work it into my back door, I could only groan contentedly from deep within. I don't know what part of my body that sound came from but I could tell it was definitely coming from me.

Marshall then took his place behind me and rubbed his cock at the entrance of my pussy where Thomas was making it weep with pleasure. The future captain's cock was now wet with my juices and he guided himself to my ass. I wasn't sure what might happen to me but I was in no position to object and they hadn't done anything but please me yet, so I simply tried to relax as he began to push against my hole. As if on cue, Jake erupted into my mouth and I was so surprised by his cum that by the time I had recovered my senses and licked him clean, Marshall was almost fully inside me. I had imagined pain, but there was only a little.

I was glad Jake had finished because it gave me more chance to enjoy what was happening between my legs, and a lot was happening indeed. I lowered myself down fully on Thomas so he could no longer thrust and simply held him there inside me while Marshall picked up the pace. If I had felt filled by Thomas's fingers earlier, and by his even bigger cock now, Marshall gave new meaning to full. He was exploring parts of me I had not even known existed just an hour before, except maybe from an anatomy textbook. And now the head of his cock was reaching those places, and I could imagine the tips of his and Thomas's cocks almost meeting inside me.

I could no longer resist staying still on Thomas's cock, so I began to move my hips, grinding on him in concert with Marshall moving himself inside me. It was fantastic. I was so slick with my own lubrication I felt I might slide away, but they kept us all together. I knew it would be over soon when Jake came over to us and put his hand between Thomas and me and found my newly discovered clitoris. He met our rhythm up and down and soon I could begin to feel myself clench up as I had before.

Jake must have sensed I was about to climax because he suddenly stopped touching me and smiled knowingly. Marshall began to speed up and grabbed my hips to keep me from moving on his friend. Thomas began bucking up into me and they had me pinned full of cock. Faster and faster they moved until Jake sensed that his buddies too were near their orgasms and then he began working my clit beneath his middle finger once again. I didn't know if I ever wanted it to stop, but I knew I wanted to get off.

And so I screamed as Marshall unloaded in my ass and then quickly pulled out, and then I collapsed on Thomas and rode him for all he was worth until the cum oozing out of my ass mingled with what he too shot inside of me, and then I pushed away Jake's hand and took over for myself, and I rubbed my clit raw until my toes curled and I couldn't catch my breath, and I climaxed for a third amazing time. Pip and Tanya applauded and the sailors saluted.

By comparison, the rest is, how shall I say, anticlimactic? After that, we just cleaned up, and I got in my car and went home. But I have never forgotten that night.

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"Linda," she finished breathlessly. "I've never told that story to a living soul."

"It doesn't sound like you have too much to regret about that night," I said, blushing, practically squirming in my chair. My own clit was on fire and I was hoping she hadn't seen me trying to avoid looking excited as she related the glorious experience that Jake, Thomas, and Marshall had given her so many years ago. I couldn't believe she had been so explicit, but what could I do? I had asked the question, after all.

"Pastor Jim sent you, didn't he?" she asked. "If you ask me, I think he's got regrets of his own," she added with a smirk.

I laughed so hard the other women in the room turned and looked at me. Hazel smiled.

"No, I never regretted that night for a minute. What I regret is that I never let myself go again. But I knew I couldn't make that a habit, no matter how good it was, not if I wanted to remain Mrs. Harry Chandler, not if I wanted to keep my family together. That kind of thing comes out sooner or later. No, what I regret is that is that I didn't take what I felt there home to my own bedroom. The next day, it was back to normal with Harry, and I just couldn't bring myself to try to get him to expand his frontiers, so to speak. Maybe I was worried I'd be disappointed, or that he'd suspect I'd learned something from someone else. So I never tried. And I never felt so unrestrained again, not even when I masturbated. That is what I regret."

"Did you ever see any of them again?" I asked. I think I already knew the answer.

"No," she said. "Like I told you, they were just sailors on leave. I didn't ask where they came from or where they were going."

Feeling a bit raw in more ways than one, all I could find left to say was to thank her for sharing her story with me. 

"Don't thank me," she said. "Just don't make the same mistake I did." She leaned in closer to me. "Honey, I don't know anything about what goes on in your bedroom, but if you've never let yourself go, I mean, really abandoned yourself to pleasure, there's no reason to end up regretting you never did."

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I figured I'd better freshen up a bit before heading home. I felt both stimulated and wrung out from the intensity of her story. So I turned into the ladies room and looked at myself in the mirror. There I was, the very age Hazel had been when she let three young sailors take turns with her body. I had climaxed, sure, many times, but never like she had described it. I had never let Frank in the way he wanted. Maybe she was right. Maybe I should make sure I didn't have the regrets she had. I washed my face, put on my coat, fished for my car keys and opened the bathroom door.

Hoping to say one last goodbye to Hazel, I began to approach and saw her talking to Michael, the hot receptionist who had come on duty while we were talking. He really did have a nice ass. 

I had almost reached them when I heard her say to Michael, clearly unaware that I was just a few steps away, "I just love doing that shit to those church ladies! They eat it up every time. Helps 'em get over their hangups."

"Beats watching Jeopardy, eh?" he laughed, and then he added, "Is it true you never really let go with your husband after that?"

"Hell no," laughed Hazel, "Harry banged the hell out of me for years after that! We turned each other every which way but loose until he couldn't get it up anymore. Too bad he died before Viagra came on the scene. But it makes 'em think a little to tell it that way."

She had lied to me! 

But I didn't mind. I turned and left. The sun was shining and I couldn't wait to get home and get ready to greet Frank. I had some regrets of my own to avoid.



Climax Together



Listen in to this couple mixing their juices together.

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