6 comments/ 74425 views/ 7 favorites The Awakening of Diana By: Bazzza A note from the author. This is a story of a hermaphrodite, a person born with both male and female genitalia, and not to be confused with a transsexual. I'm not sure whether this subject has been approached by other authors, but I was looking to do something a little different and thought I'd give it a try. For those unbelievers, look out for an old adult movie called Bi and Beyond, there you will find a hermaphrodite for your perusal. As always, I look forward to your feedback. Regards Bazzza It was in April 2005 that wife Sharon and I headed to Europe for our holiday to escape the down under deplorable wet winter. We were supposed to be doing Turkey, but in the end, the escalating terrorism thing put us off. Instead we opted for a bus tour taking in Germany, Austria and Switzerland. There was just under thirty of us on the tour, mostly couples but with a few solo's thrown in. We hailed from many countries, the USA, Canada, the United Kingdom plus the odd splattering from Australia and us from New Zealand. We were deemed too old for camping tours, although both Sharon and I would have slept rough at the drop of a hat as we both enjoy the outdoors. Both in our middle forties, we weren't quite ready for wheelchairs just yet. So we just had to settle for the comfortable hotel rooms and all the frills that came with them. Mind you, hot showers and comfortable beds after a long hard day aren't to be sneezed at. We were lucky enough to have a fun bunch of people on the bus, and after a few days of getting to know each other, the frivolity began. Now, it would be fair to say that men and women have slightly different interests when it comes to holidaying. Most would agree that women love to shop, and will spend many hours grazing through every shop they can find, looking for that special little something of interest. And what do us men think of that? We roll our eyes up in despair just at the thought of another shop doorway. We want other things, like a bar that serves nice cold beer and nice food, and maybe with a view of the beach with lots of pretty girls. Or even better, a boat marina that has lots of expensive boats and pretty girls to look at. I guess you get the picture. It didn't take long for us men to extract ourselves from the wives shopping jaunts so that we could partake in a little fun of our own. The only worry was the unsupervised credit cards in our wives hands. So as you can imagine, I was quite pleased when Sharon teamed up with Diana, a young lady who was travelling by herself. They could shop until they dropped as far as I was concerned, during the day I was off the hook and free as a bird. Without appearing too sexist, when I first meet women, I sort them into two categories. Those I would like to bed; and those that I wouldn't, Diana quite easily slipped into the former category. She was graceful, dark skinned, tall and lean with almost a model like figure. Her breasts appeared smallish and her buttocks only just filled out a pair of jeans or shorts. Was she pretty, maybe a little but not overly so? Her dark hair was cut shorter than I like on women, but who am I to judge. The main thing was that Sharon enjoyed her company and so did I, and at night Diana socialised a lot with us. Halfway into the tour, Sharon and I were lying in our nice comfortable hotel bed after a busy night of eating and drinking. We'd spent most of the day apart, and were chatting aimlessly as we often do before sleep overtakes us. And one question from Sharon started a chain of events that we will never forget, or even want to. "Do you think there's anything strange about Diana?" she asked. I thought about Diana for a few seconds before answering, "No, why?" "We were trying on clothes today, and I snuck my head into her cubicle as she was trying on a pair of jeans." "And?" "Well, down below she only had her panties on, and she seemed to have a bulge in them. I only got a glimpse, and then she turned away quickly so I couldn't see." "What sort of bulge?" I asked as my interest picked up. "Sort of a small cock bulge." "She's not a guy is she?" I inquired. "Like a tranny you mean? I thought about that, but she's too feminine to be one of those. There's no adam's apple or anything either. I dunno, it's all kind of strange really. Anyway, it doesn't matter, I like her and she's my friend." Our little discussion had raised my sexual interest and I let my hand drift between Sharon's lovely thighs, "Fancy a quickie?" "Dunno, I'm tired, and I've eaten and drunk too much." she whispered. "Anyway you don't know what a quickie is; you always want to make a pig of yourself." Very true I thought to myself, but I left my hand where it was slowly stroking her pussy lips with the odd tweak of her clitoris for good measure. I smiled in the darkness, for I knew given time I would win her over. After a while, her thighs parted as she became wet, and her hand eventually slipped over to my waiting erection. It wasn't long before Sharon slipped astride me and sat down on my cock,; then placed her lips on mine so that our tongues could play. "You're lucky that I love you, otherwise you'd have to settle for a quickie." she whispered as her wet luscious wet pussy slipped up and down on my cock. "But cause I do, maybe I'll just let you make a pig of yourself." Oh god, how I loved this woman. Our marriage was the second for both of us; we had both been married to other people when we first met at work. Initially, we couldn't stand the sight of each other, but it was more of a competitive thing than a real dislike. We were both in the same sales team of a computer hardware company, and with others, were competing in identical product lines. We argued over the same customers as we competed for our sales commissions, but thinking back we both agreed that there was a little flicker of attraction between us. But back then, it would've been difficult to get me to agree that Sharon was an attractive and desirable lady. From Dutch stock, Sharon was tall and wide shouldered, her straw coloured hair was cut fashionable short and streaked with blond tints. She was pretty with an oval face and big eyes, a smile would reveal nice white teeth, not that I got many smiles back in those days. Her breasts were substantial and were worn with some pride under tight tops. Below, her curved buttocks and thighs were displayed under tight dresses or skirts, and were the object of attention from any male in sight. However, getting caught looking at her fair attributes came with a look of some contempt, especially if it was me. It was on an out of town work conference that things changed between us. By the second day we'd lost interest, and the afternoon speaker was about as captivating as a vegetarian's lunch box. Every hour, they gave us supposedly attentive listeners a break to stretch our legs. Sharon and I joined the stampede out of the room and headed for the bar which was some distance away. It would appear that there was a general lack of interest by everybody to return after the ten minute break. The conference co-ordinator then set about rounding up all of the stragglers sending them back in for another hour of boredom. Sharon and I just looked at each other, and without a single word said, headed upstairs to the safety of my room. The rooms were small, and we were soon perched on the bed having a fair shot of emptying the mini bar of its alcohol collection. Having successfully completing the challenge, we later snuck into Sharon's room to repeat the exercise. Sitting side by side leaning against the headboard of the bed, we were soon pretty happy with life and having a great old time as the booze took its effect. With Sharon's legs slightly bent, her skirt would slowly slip upwards over her mid thighs, and required a little adjusting so her modesty could be maintained. I've always been a little braver when under the influence of booze, and I was quite interested her constantly moving skirt and what delights might lie beneath. "Don't be a spoil sport." I commented as she again pulled it down. "I like nice legs." Sharon grinned across at me, "Really, how do you know they're nice?" "Well, they're nice at the bottom, so they should be nice at the top." I replied. "I suppose you want to have a look?" "I might." "Okay, go on then." She chuckled at my surprise, "Go on then, if you've got the nerve." I looked into Sharon's mocking eyes and saw the challenge; I let my fingers slide down to the side her skirt and slowly raised it bit by bit exposing the side and tops of thighs. How far should I go I asked myself, the question was answered when a pair of white panties came into view. Her thighs were indeed nice, full and round with a nice tan. My eyes settled on her panties, with her legs slightly apart I could see over her curve of her pubic mound and downwards into that special little place that all men love. The elastic of her panties were tight leaving her skin slightly distorted under the pressure. "Are they nice?" Sharon asked. "Oh yes." "Mmmm, not too big? I think they're too big." "No, they look just lovely to me." I replied with the utmost sincerity. "You can touch them if you like, I like being touched." My hand slipped down to her legs and caressed the smoothness of her skin, and at first I kept away from her panties, but I eventually got a little braver with time. I noticed that Sharon would part her legs slightly as I neared her inner thighs, and I began running my fingers over her panties to gauge her consent. My fingers then slipped downwards and over her pussy gently caressing her through the thin material. "Ohhhhhhh, jeeeeeezus." Sharon muttered as her arms slipped around my neck and pulled me close enough to kiss. What followed was the most physical rampant sex I've ever experienced. It was a frenzy of wandering hands and tongues, belts were loosed and clothes pulled roughly aside as we made love for the first time. A few minutes later we halted proceedings briefly to quickly remove our clothes, and then got back into it. I've never known so much passion in a woman, for Sharon desires and needs were substantial. She hugged me tightly as several orgasms flowed through her substantial body during our long love making. Positions were changed frequently as we explored every avenue of our pleasure. Afterwards we lay side by side and gazed up at the ceiling as we came to grips with the implications of what had just transpired. "No regrets?" Sharon asked after some time. "Nope, none." "Me neither." she replied reaching for my hand and holding it affectionately. A few minutes later, Sharon disappeared into the bathroom to empty herself of my seed, and I waited with interest as she approached the bed again. "Stay there." I asked before she could get back in. "I want to look at you." She smiled nervously as I took in her great beauty, and I arose from the bed to stand close to her. I took her hand in mine to comfort her as my eyes flowed over her. While Sharon was a big voluptuous woman, everything was in proportion. Her breasts were large and heavy looking. Her waist curved inwards and flared outwards to wide hips. Her stomach however, was flat as a board and flowed nicely down into a nicely trimmed triangle of curls. Her thighs were maybe on the heavy side, but firm and shapely and just how I like them. Catwalk models do nothing for me, for I just love ladies with curves and bumps in the right places, which in Sharon's case they certainly were. I briefly turned Sharon around so that I could take in her lovely curved buttocks and run my hands over their smoothness. I then stood facing her and smiled, "What a beautiful lady you are." She returned my smile and pulled me close so we could embrace. We stood like for sometime and enjoyed the closeness. Our hands again began to wander, and I soon felt the stirrings of another erection. It didn't go unnoticed, and I was soon taken in hand. "My, my, who's a greedy boy then?" Sharon asked as she pushed me backwards onto the bed and straddled me. Our affair remained a secret for two months, but eventually we were found out. Maybe we got a little careless, or maybe we just didn't care anymore. But with it came some hard decisions. Sharon and I talked long and hard over the following few days, and we both came to the conclusion that we felt more for each other than our respective partners, and that we wanted to be together. Against everyone else's advice, we set up house together and settled down. The only other concession we made, was that Sharon resigned her job after the constant stares and gossip from work colleagues. As for me, I just didn't care what people thought. After our divorces eventually came through, we combined our money and purchased a small but comfortable home in a nice part of town. A few months later, we invited what friends we had left to a nice little wedding in our back garden. Statistically, second marriages have high failure rates, but Sharon and I lived in somewhat harmony. I simply loved this big hearted woman, she made me laugh, and she made me happy. She kindly pampered me with nice food, she made sure that I looked after myself, and that I looked good when we went out. When I was a little down, she would hold me and kiss me, and convince me everything was just fine. I in turn reciprocated, and did everything a dutiful husband should do. I guess what I'm trying to convey is that we were very happy with our lot. When it came to sex, Sharon was something else. She was a passionate woman who needed a lot of loving. She would instigate sex at her whim, and no wasn't usually an option. I was mowing the lawns one Sunday afternoon, and when close to the house, I noticed a fine pair of breasts pushed hard up against the window, a clue not hard to pick up on. Another night while watching a football game on TV, Sharon sat down on the couch beside me wearing a nice little number, and without a word being spoken, proceeded to pleasure herself with her favourite vibrator. A little distracting you might agree. She once really embarrassed me at one of her friend's party who lived in another town. Towards the end of the night when everyone was pretty well intoxicated and having a good time, Sharon confessed to her friend that she was really horny and wanted to fuck. And seeing as our motel was some distance away, could we use her bed? Her friend just giggled, and consented so long as the sheets were changed. I held my head in embarrassment as Sharon then asked if she had a spare vibrator she could borrow for an hour or two. So you can see what I'm up against. But sex with Sharon was always good fun, she owned a nice array of sex toys, liked to watch adult movies, and loved to fantasise and act out role plays. Her favourite was to pretend I was a stranger that she'd brought home for some fun. It was then all about the seduction in great detail right down to the use of condoms to ensure safe sex. Another favourite was to pretend that there were two men, and the use of a condom covered sex toy to assimilate a nice little threesome. But they were only games she would sometimes remind me; and not something that would ever come to fruition. I was fine with that for obvious reasons. But I was sometimes inquisitive about my lovely wife's previous sexual exploits, something she reluctant to confide in. Her only comments were that she had a very, very good time when she was young. I had to laugh at Sharon's priorities when we first arrived in Europe on our tour; one of the first stops when darkness fell, was at adult shop to purchase a vibrator, lube and condoms. All these we owned at home, but she just couldn't bring herself to pack them for the fear of being searched as we came through customs. It would be far too embarrassing she argued, and anyway, wasn't it fun to do a little naughty shopping? I had to agree that it most probably was. Over the next few days, I took a bit more interest in Diana. I searched for that little bulge that Sharon mentioned, but I didn't see anything out of order, and all the curves and bumps looked to be in the right places. I watched her mannerisms and came to the conclusion that she looked very much like a woman to me, and a desirable one at that. A couple of times, Diana caught me looking at her, and she held my gaze for a second or two until one us looked away. I sort of got the impression that she knew I had something on my mind, but eventually my interest waned and I stopped searching for that elusive little clue. Nothing might have come of the whole thing if our hotel in Berlin hadn't mucked up the accommodation for the last four nights of our tour. To rectify the situation, the hotel upgraded our room to a small suite that included a nice private wooden hot-tub. The lecherous look on Sharon's face when she saw it was priceless, and I knew that I was going to be in for fun times. On the first night, Sharon and I made plans to slip away early to make a night of it, we'd previously smuggled in a nice chilled bottle of champagne to help us through an evening of debauchery. From the glint in Sharon's eyes over dinner, she was well primed and ready to go. About nine thirty and after our meals, we slunk off to our room and were soon sitting comfortably nude in the hot tub sipping champagne. Sharon was almost purring with wanton desire, her teasing hand never far from my upper thigh and my erection above. We were sipping the last of the champagne from our glasses with the expectation of retiring to the bed when there was a pounding on the door. Sharon cursed as she alighted from the tub and threw a hotel robe around her; I couldn't possibly go in my aroused condition. "It's Diana." she commented after looking through the door security hole. Before I could convince Sharon not to open it, she did so and in flew a half intoxicated Diana armed with a large bottle of rum in her hand, her favourite tipple. "I was wondering where you were, fancy sneaking off like that when the night is so young, and especially when we have this to play with." "We were intending to have a quick spa and then have an early night." Sharon explained hoping that Diana would get the hint. She didn't, and instead found a three glasses in a cupboard and began pouring copious amounts of rum in to each as Sharon walked back towards the tub and rolled her eyes up at me. "Here you go; it's far too early to go to bed when there's rum to drink." Diana suggested while deftly juggling the three glasses out towards the hot tub. Sharon undid her robe, slipped it from her shoulders and without an inch of modesty, climbed back into the tub beside me. But Diana didn't care one iota and proudly held out her glass filled hands. "Here are, drink up cause the bottle's still half full and lookin good." After drinking nice champagne, I can tell you that neat rum is a little hard on the palate. Diana just leaned on the tub and look down into the water, the dimmed lights made it a little difficult to see much. "This is shameful." she commented playfully. "Nothing on, I bet you were up to no good. Good thing I came along eh Sharon? Save you from all that mucky stuff." Sharon pulled a face, "I don't know, I actually quite like it. You can get in here if you like." Diana pulled a face, "No, I don't think so." "Go and put a bathing suit on if you like. It's nice in here." Diana shook her head, "No, I can't." "Why not, we're all adults." Sharon replied. Diana gazed across at Sharon for a few seconds in quiet contemplation. "You know why." she meekly suggested. Sharon shook her head, "I don't know what you mean." "You know that I'm different." Diana added. "Diana, I don't know what you're talking about, we don't know what you're talking about." The Awakening of Diana Again Diana looked across at us, "I will tell you because you are my friends, and I love you very much. I have women's things and men's things down below." "What the hell are you talking about?" Sharon asked. "I was born with a penis and a vagina." Both Sharon and I stared stupidly across at Diana not knowing what to say. "If you promise not laugh, or tell anyone, I will show you if you want to see. Do you want to see?" To be honest, I wasn't sure I wanted to, but Sharon was intrigued and most certainly did. "Come inside, and I will show you." Diana suggested. Sharon climbed from the tub and dried herself with a towel before putting her robe on again. I stayed where I was; not wanting to place myself in a situation where Diana felt more uncomfortable than she already was. But Diana looked over at me and smiled, "Its okay, you can see too." Diana walked into the bedroom and turned on the light, but dimmed it down. She then stood close to the bed and looked across at Sharon and I. "I've never done this before and I'm very nervous, so please be kind to me. I have never shown myself to people other than doctors." Sharon and I sat on the side of the bed and promised to be kind. Diana sighed nervously as she slipped off her shoes, then lifted her yellow top over her head and dropped it onto the bed. Then reaching behind her, she unsnapped her white bra and shrugged herself out of it. Her dark breasts were small and pert, and looked perfectly natural under my expert eyes. She let us look for a few seconds before unclipped the top button of her dark three quarter pants and let them drop to the floor. Her hands moved to matching white panties and eased them down over her lean thighs. She then stood nervously before us in all her naked splendour To both Sharon and my astonishment, a penis lay between her thighs, curled downwards and under for concealment amongst a mass of dark curls. "Bloody hell." I exclaimed without thinking. Diana reached down and gently lifted the uncircumcised shaft upwards exposing a pair of what looked like pussy lips beneath. "See, I'm a woman underneath." she whispered. I watched as a most intrigued Sharon approached the bed close to where Diana was standing and sat down. "I've never seen anything like it." Sharon commented after a few seconds. "I'm what you call a hermaphrodite." Diana added sitting down on the bed beside Sharon. "Do you mind if I have a closer look?" Sharon asked. "I've never seen anything like this before." Diana smiled nervously, then lay back on the bed and parted her legs slightly. Sharon moved closer and ran her hand over Diana's thigh as she peered between her legs. "So, are you attracted to men or women?" Sharon asked. "I feel like a woman, I like men." "So what about sex, how do you manage that?" Diana smiled, "I don't. I've never been with another person. My sex life is confined to masturbation, you know, sex toys, vibrators and dildos and things." "But what about your penis, does it work?" Diana chuckled, "Oh yes, it works real good. It gets hard and I can cum." Sharon looked over at me and winked; the mischievous glint in her eyes obvious; and I just smiled. Sharon then looked down at Diana, "Do you mind if I touch you? I promise to be gentle." Diana looked at my wife for a few seconds, and then nodded. I watched as Sharon's hand slipped around Diana's cock and begin to fondle it gently. Diana closed her eyes and lay submissively as her cock began to harden. It soon stood straight and Sharon's hand stoked her shaft slowly easing the foreskin back and forth over the thick pink head at the top. It grew to an average size, about the same size as mine, but much smaller than those we see on adult videos. I watched as Sharon lowered her face towards the head, and her tongue slip out to massage the eye. Diana moaned and began to thrust her cock upwards in excitement. Sharon lifted her face away, "Don't you cum yet, we're gonna have a little fun first. Just relax and let me play with you." Diana laughed, "I don't know whether I can." "Just try." Sharon advised. "So you haven't put this into a woman?" Diana shook her head. "No." "And you've never had a cock inside you?" Again Diana shook her head. "How'd you like us to change all that?" Sharon asked before lowering her mouth over Diana's cock. Diana just squirmed silently under Sharon's exquisite technique, the answer was plainly obvious. For the next thirty seconds, I watched with voyeuristic interest as my wife suckled on another cock. Diana just lay back now fully submissive to Sharon's attentions. Every now and them, Sharon released Diana's cock from her hand and mouth to remove any temptation of a premature ejaculation; and after a few seconds would then return diligently to her task. I moved to the foot of the bed so that I could look between Diana's slightly parted thighs. Through the curls, I could see the faint outline of pussy lips, and thin line of pinkness between them. While the sight of an erect cock above was kind of confusing, it was also wildly erotic. I allowed my eyes to take in Diana's body; her brown legs were long and smooth. Above my wife's bobbing head, Diana's small breasts lay almost flat upon her chest, but her large dark nipples stood proudly erect. I reached over to Sharon and began to untie the belt around her robe, and she raised her body slightly so that I could remove it. Diana's eyes opened and focused on Sharon leaning over her. She smiled as Sharon's heavy breasts swung slowly back and forth. I began kissing the outside of Sharon's thighs just how she always likes it, moving slowly around towards her pussy. Due to the position she was kneeling in, I couldn't quite reach her curls with my tongue, but I had something else that could. I moved closer behind Sharon and undid my robe before easing my cock towards her pussy. To my surprise, Sharon slipped Diana's cock from her mouth and turned to me shaking her head. "Not yet, let's play with her first." she suggested while turning her attention to Diana. "Can we both play with you?" Diana smiled and nodded her head. Not wanting to miss out on the fun, I moved around the other side of the bed and knelt beside Diana. I gently began caressing her, and allowed my hands to explore her smooth breasts. Her eyes were now focused on my cock which was only inches from her body. Sharon was watching the interaction with interest; and after a few seconds lifted Diana's hand to my cock. Diana ran her fingers tantalisingly down my shaft before taking me in hand. "This is real weird." Diana soon commented running her fingers around the glands. "There's no foreskin to play with." For the next few minutes, we quietly explored each others bodies. Sharon continued to slowly suckle on Diana's cock while allowing her fingers to explore the dark lips below. Diana lifted her buttocks from the bed and sighed as Sharon's finger slipped inside her. Diana then pulled my face close to hers, and then kissed me gently with her tongue soon playing with mine. "Ohhhh, this is so nice." she whispered after breaking the kiss. Sharon lifted her mouth from Diana's cock and looked down at her, "Would you like to put your cock inside me?" "Diana smiled, "Yes, I'd like to." Sharon looked across at me, and I knew she was asking for permission. I smiled and nodded, for I wanted this to happen. "Wanna get the condoms?" she asked. I wandered into the bathroom and returned with a bag in which we hid our play things. Rummaging through the bag, I came up with a condom and offered it Sharon. She quickly removed it from the packet and then placed it over Diana's cock. Diana quickly reached to her cock, eased her foreskin down and held it there as Sharon gently rolled the pink sheath over the head and down the shaft to the base. "Ready to lose your virginity?" Sharon asked Diana. Diana smiled excitedly, "I've been ready for years." "Well here goes." Sharon replied as she straddled Diana and manoeuvred herself over her condomed covered cock. I watched from close by as Sharon slipped the condom through her velvet wet pink lips and began to lower herself slowly onto it. It was the most erotic few seconds I've ever experienced as my wife's lovely pussy lowered over Diana's virgin cock leaving only the rim of the condom showing. Diana then responded with little moans of pleasure as Sharon began to move up and down. They were soon holding hands and kissing tenderly as they rocked against each other, Sharon's substantial breasts crushing Diana's. I knew from my wife's little moans and tremors that she was experiencing her little orgasms that she always had while making love. Diana began to shake uncontrollably and Sharon quickly lifted herself from her cock leaving it swinging in the air. "Don't you cum yet, the night's still young." Sharon urged. "I'll try." Diana moaned. "Bit it's sooo nice." Sharon waited awhile, and then lowered herself back onto Diana's shaft. Without a hint of jealousy, I watched as they kissed and petted for awhile. Then Sharon turned to me and pulled me close. For the next few minutes, the three of us lay close and kissed passionately, the eroticism not missed on any of us. "Would you like a cock in you now?" Sharon asked. Diana grinned, "Might as well try everything on offer. I'll never get a chance like this again." Sharon lifted herself from Diana and peeled the messy condom from her cock and tossed it uncaringly over her shoulder. Reaching into the bag for a new condom, she then handed it to Diana as I lay down on my back. "Here you go; a woman's duty to make sure it's on properly." Diana took the small packet and then turned to me taking my cock in hand. She explored the shaft for a second or two; then lowered her mouth to it. Her tongue flicked tentatively over it, and then traced the rim of the head before allowing her warm lips over it. To be fair it was an inept start, but one had to remember that this was Diana's first attempt at a blow job. And after years of my wife's magnificent skilful attentions, I was used to the best. But I lay back and let Diana suckle on me, she was soon joined by Sharon and I watched with gleeful pleasure as both women tormented my cock. Diana proved to be a good student and was soon copying Sharon's wonderful technique, and I had to start fighting back the first stirrings of an orgasm. Sharon saved me by retrieving my cock from Diana's mouth and wiping it on the corner of the bedspread. "Fuck time." she whispered. "Next lesson is never put a condom on a wet cock cause it can slide off." "Thank you, "I'll remember that." Diana replied through shiny saliva covered lips. Diana tore open the condom packet and removed the contents. At first she got it all wrong and placed the condom over the head of my cock upside down. She quickly turned it over and rolled it down to the base, and then gently stroked me as she lowered her lips briefly to mine. "This is my first time, so gently, gently please." she said before rolling back on the bed. This left me with the most unusual dilemma, there before me lay an attractive woman offering herself to me. Her long legs spread wide invitingly, but an erect cock stood proudly above a pussy and right in the way of my intentions. It didn't put me off, but how was I to approach the situation? Now, my lustful wife Sharon has many attributes, and thinking outside the square is one of them. She just smiled at the situation, "Honey, I think you'll need to turn over for this one?" Without hesitation, Diana rolled onto her stomach and lifted her buttocks towards me. From this angle, the situation improved one hundred percent. In front of me was a nice round pair of dark buttocks, her pussy lips stood proudly ready for my attentions. From here I could easily ignore the appendage that hung strangely below, and I wasted no time in positioning myself behind her. I slipped my cock between her lips and immediately found her entrance. My intention was to slip slowly into her bit by bit, but so wet was she that I sunk into her tunnel to the hilt in one easy stroke. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Diana groaned as she pushed back against me and rotated her buttocks. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, that's sooooooooo goooood." I slipped my hands around her narrow waist and began to slowly stroke back and forth. At first Diana's movements were exaggerated and erratic, and several times I slipped from her, but each time Diana's urgent hand would guide me back inside. Gradually, Diana got the knack of it and was soon moving against me in well measured movements. "How's that?" Sharon asked. "Fucking great." Diana answered. "Much better than my dildos, that's for sure." Sharon laughed, "Yeah, but dildos don't talk back, leave their clothes all over the place, leave the toilet seat up, or fart in bed." "Mmmmmm, Diana muttered as she rocked against me. "Well if you don't want him, just leave him with me. I'll look after him." "Oh no you don't. You're not having him." Sharon replied in mock anger. "He's mine." "Spoilsport." Diana replied. I just smiled; for it's not often that I've had two women fight over me, well never if I had to be perfectly honest. One has to treasure these moments, and I continued on with my lustful duties. Like most men I've never been a fan of condoms, but Diana's pussy was warm, tight and wet and my pleasure was not insignificant. "So you like being fucked? Sharon asked after awhile. "Ohhhhhh yes, its fucking fantastic." Sharon eased beneath Diana and positioned herself under her cock. Reaching for a pillow and placing it under her head, she directed Diana's cock into her mouth and suckled on it. Diana responded with a large sigh and restricted her movements so that she could accept Sharon's warm mouth. For Diana, it was a time of indescribable exquisite pleasure. She loved the feeling of a cock inside her for the first time, it was hard and warm and it felt nice. The addition of her cock being sucked provided more intense pleasure. She had always been ashamed of her differences; and thoughts and desires of sex with someone else was always going to be something that would never happen. But here and now, two lovely people had taken her into another world which hours ago would have been unthinkable. Diana was now in another place, and she knew that she could never return to being content with masturbation. Being touched and loved by others was something that she would now always desire. These people loving her now were not disgusted by her differences as she thought everyone would be. Sure, they were intrigued, but they did not laugh or ridicule her. Instead they wanted to love her, and what could be better than that? A moment of emotional and physical pleasure flowed through Diana; and without thinking or warning, she ejaculated over Sharon's unsuspecting face. "Bloody hell." muttered Sharon as she slipped out from under Diana. I looked down and then laughed at the sight of two long lines of cum running down my wife's contorted face. Diana pulled away from and began wiping away the gooey mess. "Oh Sharon, I'm sooo sorry." Diana cried. "I didn't mean to." Sharon giggled, "Its okay, I'm used to getting a face full. It was just a little unexpected." The moments of passion had quickly turned to humour, and we sat on the bed and laughed at ourselves. "So, what would you like to do now?" Sharon asked. "Can I watch you do it?" she suggested after a slight hesitation. "Sure." Sharon replied reaching for my cock and removing the condom. She then spread herself on the bed and parted her lovely thighs wide for me, "Okay sweetness; show Diana what you can do." "I'm not sure that I want to." I joked while taking in the wonderful sight of her pink wide lipped pussy. My wife laughed at the absurdity of the statement, "What a load of bullshit, get down here and fuck me." I obeyed and slipped gently between her thighs, a waiting hand guided me inside her warm wetness, and I was soon ensnared in arms and legs. Diana appeared with a warm face cloth and thoughtfully cleaned Sharon's face of her cum. For the next few minutes, Diana sat close and watched Sharon and I make love, from time to time she would move around the bed to take in a different view of the proceedings. Again, I began to feel the stirrings of an orgasm; Sharon also recognised the signs and wisely rolled out from under me. I looked over at Diana, and was surprised to see that she had another erection which was being slowly stroked. Sharon just smiled, "Mmmmmm, what are we going to do with that? "Maybe we could all fuck at the same time." Diana suggested. After a few seconds of discussion, a plan was formulated and Sharon then slipped condoms over both cocks. Diana lowered herself onto her back and Sharon slipped over her and guided her cock into her. After a couple of seconds of moving up and down, Sharon lay down over Diana. The plan was for me to slip into Diana, but it wasn't to be. Either my cock was too short or my wife's backside was too big, which I wasn't prepared to discuss for obvious reasons. But whatever I tried, I couldn't get close enough to gain entry. After a few swear words and lots of giggling, we gave up on that idea. We changed positions, this time with Sharon on the bottom and Diana on top of her in the missionary position. I then slipped between their parted thighs, and managed to enter Diana without a hitch. Diana pleasure was acknowledged with little moans of pleasure, and I could feel the trembling within her. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, that's sooooooo fuuuuuuuuuuuking goooooooood." she whimpered time and time again. It wasn't long before Sharon began to complain of both Diana's and my weight upon her, and the embrace was broken. But by this time Diana was intrigued by the idea of all of us fucking at the same time. Leaping from the bed, she disappeared from the room and returned dragging the large but narrow wooden coffee table from the lounge behind her. She just laughed at our surprise, "Trust me, we can do this." Pulling the bedspread from the bed, she placed it over the table and then lowered herself onto it with her buttocks balancing on the edge. She then smiled over at Sharon, "Can I ask one big favour?" "Sure." How'd you feel about not using condoms? I want to try it natural." Diana asked. "I've never done it with anyone else and I'm clean. I suspect that you two are risk free too, so how about it?" Sharon looked over at me, and after a few seconds of contemplation I shrugged my shoulders, "I'm okay if you are." Sharon reached over removed the condom from my cock and then did the same to Diana. She then straddled both the table and Diana. Diana directed her cock between Sharon's pussy lips, and then waited as she lowered herself onto it. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh, that's much better. Now I know why guys hate condoms." Diana mumbled after a few seconds. For a few short minutes I watched from behind as Sharon slipped up and down on Diana's cock, her strong thighs easily taking her weight as her pussy lips hugged every contour of the slippery shaft between them. At the same time, Diana's inquisitive hands fondled Sharon's swinging breasts and smiled at their weight. "Ouch, how do carry these around all day." she asked. "Not easily." Sharon muttered. I then became impatient and wanted to get in on the action. I kissed Sharon on the back and shoulders at the same time encouraging her to lie flat on Diana. I dropped a pillow onto the floor between Diana's parted legs and knelt down. The sight before me was unique as well as erotic; Diana's slippery cock was being well ridden by my Sharon, and below sat Diana's pink pussy lips just waiting for my attentions. I manoeuvred myself as close possible and slipped my cock between those lovely dark lips. The Awakening of Diana It suddenly occurred to me that I was slipping into only the third pussy in twenty five years. Two marriages had kept me more or less on the straight and narrow. I closed my eyes and savoured the warmth of Diana's pussy around the head of my cock as I eased it slowly inside her. Sharon lay still as I did so waiting until I was into the hilt before starting to rock back and forth on Diana's cock. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmm,." moaned Diana. "This is soooo nice, I can't begin to tell you how good this is." Diana's pussy was deliciously warm and tight, and I could feel every inch of her tunnel as I experimented with both short and long strokes. Sharon sat up a little so that I could kiss her neck and shoulders, and I was soon greeted by the sounds of both women's sighs of pleasure. It took a while for all three of us to get a nice little co-ordinated rhythm going, but eventually we managed it. All was going quite well until a loud crack from the coffee table provided a substantial clue that it wasn't up to the task. Amongst a chorus of sniggers, I pulled back and withdrew from Diana as Sharon stood up astride the table. "Oh dear, the table's fucked." I announced without the faintest concern after finding a cracked and crooked leg. I offered my hand and lifted Diana from the table and guided her back to the bed. She positioned herself on her hands and knees offering me her pussy. I settled quickly behind her and guided my cock back into her warm pussy. She moaned with pleasure as I began pumping into her, and lowered her face to the bed. Sharon was still in a mischievous mood and sat down in front of Diana with her legs spread wide. She then moved forward until her patch of curls was close to Diana's face. "Seeing as it's a night of firsts, you can have a go at licking this." she suggested. To give Diana her credit, she tentatively lowered her face into Sharon's substantial curls and explored what lay beneath. She persevered for a little while but then gave up; it would seem that pussy licking wasn't for her. Sharon then slipped around and under Diana and guided her cock into her mouth. As time passed by, we experimented in different positions with Sharon and I providing Diana with every conceivable pleasure we could think of. We hugged, kissed and caressed as we fornicated. Our bodies were slippery with sweat and the air full of the scent of sex. What Diana seemed to like most was her cock in Sharon, either in the missionary position, or with Sharon sitting astride her. Sharon began to dry out, and a tube of lube was produced to ease the friction. But in the end, Sharon fell sideways on the bed and crossed her legs. "That's it, I'm all fucked out." she cried. "No more cocks please." On her back, Diana lay with her cock standing hard and high. She took herself in hand and began to fondle her shaft as her attention turned to me. "Can I make you cum?" she asked. "Maybe a little handjob?" Sort of a silly question really, by this time I was suffering from a serious case of sperm build up. I lowered myself to the bed; Diana quickly knelt beside me and took my cock in hand. A liberal amount of lube was distributed over the head and then distributed down the shaft. Sharon moved to the other side to watch the proceedings. I suspect there's plenty of men like myself who enjoy a good handjob at the hands of a pretty girl, for its good old fashioned selfish sex. Diana soon settled into a nice little rhythm concentrating on the top half of my shaft. I suppose she should be quite good at it, seeing as she had one of her own to practice on. "It feels funny playing with another cock." she commented after awhile. "Feels okay to me." I replied with the up-most sincerity. Sharon chuckled, "You'd stick that thing anywhere for a bit of fun." All I could do was smile and agree. It wasn't long before Diana stroked my excited and trembling body towards an orgasm, and her hand began longer and faster strokes to encourage me. I opened my eyes and watched as I fired a line of cum into the air, and then a second and third with decreasing velocity. With great precision, Diana continued to milk me with her cum covered hand until I was spent. "Mmmmmmm, that was good fun." Diana whispered before giving me a peck on the lips and wiping her wet hand over my chest. As Diana sat back on the bed, I watched Sharon reach over and fondle her erect cock. "Would you like me to finish you off?" Sharon asked. Diana smiled lustfully at Sharon, "Mmmmm mmm, yes please." This time I was the spectator, and I watched as Sharon positioned Diana on the middle of the bed and take her in hand. Sharon then leaned over and began to suckle on her cock, lifting the foreskin over the bulbous head and then inserting her tongue. Diana squirmed and moaned as she was rigorously tormented under Sharon's skilful tongue. After a minute or so, Sharon began to move her hand into a nice little rhythm which slowly increased in speed. A little lube was added for good measure, and Diana's eyes closed as her excitement increased. Sharon slipped her spare hand between Diana's sweaty thighs and slipped a finger inside her for good measure. With her legs spread wide, I watched voyeuristically as Diana's lean body trembled with desire. It wasn't long before Diana succumbed and amongst little cries of ecstasy, small fountains of her ejaculation spurted inches into the air before dropping onto Sharon's swift moving hand. Knowing how much pleasure derives from a post orgasmic handjob, Sharon continued stroking until the cock in her hand began to wilt. Now, all I ever want to do after an orgasm is to close my eyes and go to sleep, but seconds later Diana bounced up and began to kiss both Sharon and I in turn. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." she repeated between kisses. "That was the most fantastic thing ever in my life. I will never forget this night as long as I live." Sharon looked over at me and grinned, "Don't worry, I don't think we will either." Eventually, we all lay down and cuddled up together with Diana in the middle, and after a little post coital chat, we soon drifted off to sleep. It was in the early hours that Diana left our bed and returned to her room to escape being seen and avoid any resulting rumours. The next morning Sharon and I lay together, both confessing to our guilt, but also admitting to the excitement of it all. It was only later that we became aware of the problem we had unwittingly created. Now Diana had got a taste of what it was like to be loved by other people, she pursued Sharon with a vengeance for another encounter. However, both Sharon and I we still coming to terms with the whole episode. While were kind of comfortable with it, we were also both a little nervous too, and did we really want another sordid little threesome with Diana? Sharon and I had a good strong marriage, and we'd been happily content in our faithful bliss. For the next couple of nights, we declined Diana's proposals, but it seemed only to make her more determined. But on the last night of the tour, we relented after Diana's continual seductive advances. By this time, Diana's desire was almost frightening. Full of excited passion, she savaged both Sharon and I with her demands. She wanted to be licked, sucked and fucked with such intensity, she left us physically exhausted and emotionally drained. And at the end of it, she wept openly as she held us tight. As we later lay in the bed, Diana opened her heart and told us of her unhappy childhood. Born in an impoverished South America village, she told us of her cruel upbringing, being ridiculed for her differences by both children and adults alike as some kind of freak. How she was discovered by a doctor and whisked off to be poked and prodded by so called voyeuristic medial experts. At the age of eighteen, she walked away from those people and took control of her life. Both Sharon and I had tears in our eyes as she told us of her life without love or companionship, and how she thought she would remain unhappily celibate for the rest of her life. But she then chuckled mischievously as her wandering hands found our genitals, and vowed that Sharon and I had changed her life forever, and that she could be loved even though she was different. And we laughed with her. The next morning, our tour sadly ended, there lots of hugs and good words as we bade goodbye to our new friends. But our goodbye with Diana was special, and she hugged us both tightly and whispered unmentionable words in our ears before stepping away from us with tears in her eyes. It was only when we arrived home did Sharon and I talk in some depth about what happened with Diana. Yes, the sex had been exciting and different, but we had crossed a line that married couples should consider taboo. We made new promises of love and faithfulness to each other, but later as we made love, we both knew that Diana wasn't far from our minds. It was just something that we would have to live with. Weeks later, we began to get e-mails from Diana who'd managed to get our address from the tour company. After a little discussion, Sharon and I changed our address; for we both agreed what happens on tour should stay on tour. Across the other side of the world, Diana was disappointed that her attempts to contact her lovers had been rebuffed, but accepted it without question. It was now time to take control of her own life. Using the net, she began to explore the dating world. It would take a few years before she found happiness, but only after a lot of disappointments and resulting tears. In the end, it was all worth it, and finally met a man who accepted her differences and loved her all the more for them. She was finally loved and cherished, and in return threw her insurmountable love in a million different ways. But in her glorious happiness, she would never forget the wonderful couple who changed her life forever, and taught all about the pleasure and passion of being wanted and loved.